#exo goodie bags

[38sr]

Products for Goodie Bag Fan Project for EXOrDIUM in NJ!!! Will be available at the concert on April 25! Limited stock so be there early! (CBX sticker sets are preorder bonus gift.)

[whitechocolate]

jetskis, water slide, laser light show, sky diving, exclusive adele and rihanna collab performance, fire dancing, live stage with anitta, far east movement and tinashe, rest of ot9 coming on stage to wish him happy birthday sans b@ekhyun, lay jumping out of the cake, blackpink and exo joint special stage performing ya ya ya (black haired rosé, ginger jennie and healthy black hair lisa), free acqua di parma goodie bags for all attendees naurrrr like loeychella was sickening this year! sorry if u missed it. those of us that went had a ball tho 😄

[soybeantree]

pairing: exo (baekhyun) x reader genre/warning: fantasy!au word count: 1.8k+ description: "the adventures of the Elyxion family and the woman who would become their seer began in a small town whose consequence had dwindled with the advent of the modern era. once it had been a spot of sacred pilgrimage, but now, it was a simple fishing town nestled along the rocky shores of the coastline.“

”faire des choix“ o1 | o2

When her daughter was seven, Thea’s mother pricked her finger and squeezed a drop of blood into the stone basin which had collected the blood of all the women of their family. The moment when the blood touched the stone sealed Thea’s fate. Her mother had smiled, basking in the honor that her family had produced a Royal Seer. She could hardly imagine the awe-inspiring endeavors that the universe would call upon her daughter to perform in order to ensure the fate of the Royal Family and the world. Never could she have imagined that one such endeavor would be stealing candy from a baby.

Baekhyun strolled down the bustling side street. Around him people chatted and gossiped as they went in and out of the local shops. A group of high school girls walked past him, and he pulled his cap lower and adjusted his aviators. They continued their conversation oblivious to him. He sighed with relief and pulled open his sack of goodies.

Candies, sausages, and other treats filled the bag. Today was his to do with as he pleased. No work. No family obligations. He was going to spend his day enjoying the little things. His first stop had been the convenience store which marked the beginning of the street. It had the best selection of junk food, and he had bought a treasure trove of treats.

Sunlight glistened off of the cellophane wrappers, painting the goods in gold and silver. He would start with the sweet and end with the savory. A candy bar was his first choice. He peeled back the wrapper to bite in, but he didn’t. His mouth closed around air, and his hand was empty.

He stared at his empty hand. There had been a candy bar. He knew he was tired, his plans to expand his dojang to two new locations had kept him from his bed many nights the past week, but he was not tired enough to hallucinate a candy bar. To his right, he heard the rustling of cellophane, followed by a thunk. Thea, the Seer he had met twice now, stood on his right by a trash can.

“Did you throw away my candy?” His plastic bag hung limp at his side, held off the ground by a single handle. The goodies within threatened to spill over the bag’s edge, but he gave no notice to them. His gaze shifted between the trashcan and Thea.

“Forget about it. Now give me that bag and go about your day, so I can get back to mine.” She smiled and held her hand out.

“My candy bar.” A breeze rustled the plastic bag, reminding him of its presence. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. His eyes narrowed as he hissed, “You’ll never get my snacks.” Swinging the bag up into his arms, he tied the handles together, clutched it to his chest and took off. He raced down the street weaving between pedestrians and slipped down the second side street on the right.

This neighborhood was his escape as a child. He knew the names of each shop and on which streets they sat as well as the shortcuts between buildings. Darting down an ally, he reached what most would believe to be a dead end: a brick wall which stood double his height. He maintained his stride and slid the bag up his arm. Feet from the wall, he jumped. His hands found the chips in the mortar, and he scrambled up the wall and over. Safe on the other side, he continued forward until he reached the small café at the edge of the neighborhood.

Baekhyun circled as he scanned the area for the Seer. He was certain she would have been unable to follow him, but caution never hurt. Finding her nowhere in sight, he sighed and walked to one of the café’s tables. The chair screeched against concrete as he pulled it out and plopped down. An umbrella shaded him from the summer sun, and he removed his cap to allow a breeze to cool his sweaty brow.

A rumble from his stomach reminded him of the precious goodies waiting in his bundle. Setting it on the table, he untied it and smiled. After his impromptu workout, the food looked even better.

A bike clanked against the table, and Thea lowered herself into the chair opposite his. He lunged for the bag, but she snatched it from under his hands.

“Why are you doing this to me? I spend every day at the dojang. I will work this off in no time.” He whined, pushing his bottom lip up into a pout.

Thea cocked a brow. “I know we haven’t known each other long, but in the short history we do have, what makes you think that’s going to work on me?”

“It works on everybody.” He continued to pout, eyeing the bag. She circled it with her arms creating an impenetrable wall.

“I’m a Royal Seer ordained by the universe to protect you dipshits. Even from yourselves.” She whispered, glancing up at him from hooded eyes. “I’m not everybody.”

“Does this mean the universe won’t let me eat junk food anymore?” The future unfolded before him, a bleak unforgiving place filled with kale and other bland green things.

“What the fuck?” Thea pulled him back to the present. She was sitting straight, staring at him the way Kyungsoo did whenever he offered suggestions for family game nights. Strip poker was a fun game, regardless of what his brother said. “No, you dipshit. The universe doesn’t give a fuck if you eat junk food. Just don’t eat expired junk food.”

Baekhyun blinked at her from behind his aviators. She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair, leaving the bag of goodies unguarded. He lunged for it and had it before Thea could react. With a shove of his leg, his chair slid from the table, giving him extra time to rummage through the bag. As he found the first sausages expiration date, he realized Thea remained in her seat. He glanced back at her, the sausage still in hand. “You’re not trying to take it from me?”

“You’re not going to eat it.”

“How do you know?” He clutched the sausage.

A thin white film filled her eyes, disappearing as quickly as it appeared. “Call it a Royal Seer’s intuition.”

“The universe told you I wasn’t going to eat it?” His whole body swiveled toward her, the bag lay forgotten on his lap as he stared at her. A grin split his face as his head receded into his neck.

She leaned back and shook her head. “I guess you could say that, you hobgoblin. Can you not?” She gestured with her hand, encompassing his current posture. Admittedly, he was hunched over, clutching a sausage like it was his precious.

He straightened, dropped the sausage back in the bag, and pulled his chair back to the table.

“Sorry. This is all so fascinating and exciting.”

“Maybe for you.” She snapped. “For me, it’s indentured servitude.”

His grin dimmed, and he cleared his throat. “Would you like a coffee?” He nodded to the shop.

“Do you think that’ll make up for my indentured servitude?” She snapped back.

“No, but you did save me today, and I want to say thank you. Unless, the universe is saying that’s too dangerous.”

“Just get the damn coffee.” She scowled at his smirk, but he would swear he saw the corners of her mouth struggling to stay down. “Something cold and sweet. No Iced Americano bullshit!” She shouted after him as he disappeared into the café.

When Baekhyun returned with two iced coffees, he noticed his bag was missing, but Thea sat in her seat, exactly as he had left her. He set her coffee, which was a delightful beige, on the table in front of her before regaining his seat.

“I wouldn’t have eaten it.”

She shrugged before leaning forward and sipping at her straw. For a moment, they sat, the only sound was the chirping of birds and the conversation from the table beside them. But a question burned in Baekhyun’s mind and forced its way out. “How did you find me? I know this area better than anyone, and I know you weren’t behind me.”

Thea propped her head on her fist as she lazily sipped. The conversation beside them had captured her attention. A sister was lecturing her brother. Her voice was low, making the words unintelligible, but the boy’s slumped shoulders and downcast face supported his supposition.

“Thea?”

“I always know where you are.” She continued to watch the siblings. “Joys of being a Royal Seer. I have an internal GPS for all of you dipshits. I know where all of you are at all times. It makes it easier when I have to chase you down.”

“Really?” His voice betrayed more excitement than was probably appropriate for when someone told you they could always find you, but the whole notion of Seers and Thea’s gift fascinated him.

At the table beside them, the brother said something which silenced the sister. She stared at her brother and shook her head. If he noticed, he gave no indication. He was too busy looking at nothing.

“Where’s Jongdae right now?” Baekhyun attempted to draw her attention back to him. “I want to call him and see if it’s true.”

Thea leveled the full force of her gaze on him. Even behind his aviators, Baekhyun felt the ferocity behind it. A sweat broke out across his brow. “Do I look like a circus monkey?”

“No.” He forced the word from his constricting throat.

“Then why would I do tricks for you?”

Baekhyun sputtered, but nothing sensible came out of his mouth.

The sister and brother left, leaving Thea and Baekhyun alone at the café. Thea slurped up the rest of her drink. “Not that this isn’t fun, except it really isn’t, but I’m leaving. Don’t eat anything expired.” Thea stood and grabbed her bike. “Better yet, just go home, and know, that I’ll know if you don’t.” She flashed him a smile before wheeling her bike out of the café patio. She hopped on and started pedaling away.

For half a moment, Baekhyun considered doing what she said, then he took off down the street. “I’m sorry. I won’t ask you to demonstrate anymore I promise, but what other superpowers do you have?”

Thea’s hands jerked, nearly sending her into a pile of trash. He cringed. Her feet went down to stabilize her, and she glared over her shoulder at him as he closed the gap between them.

“Baekie, I said go home.”

He stopped beside her, breathless but smiling. “But, I have so many questions.”

Shaking her head, Thea started pedaling again. Baekhyun jogged to keep up with her and proceeded to ask her the many questions he had.

[grayseekerswritinglife]

Tricks & Treats (1/5)

Chapter One: Smoke-Bombs

Starscream locked his lab door behind him and took a long, hard look around. He was alone. There was no telltale ‘vop’ of teleportation, nor was anyone perched on his work-bench, feet swinging idly as they babbled a string of increasingly nonsensical questions.

Hey, Starscream! What about exploding snakes? That’d be cool, right? No—wait! What about sparklers that turn into snakes and then explode? I mean! One second you’re wavin’ a sparkler around, and next it turns into a snake and explodes! Wouldn’t that be nifty?

“It would not,” Starscream growled, stalking through his now-vacant lab. “It would not be the least bit ‘nifty.’ It would be a puerile, pointless waste of my time and intellect.” He yanked open a supply cupboard, grabbed a sturdy trash bag, and began clearing away the mess. There was glitter. A lot of it, in varying shades of orange, black and purple. Also various accelerants, types of fuses, scraps of hollow, articulated cable meant to resemble snakes, globs of sticky orange resin designed to bond to one’s exo-structure and look… well, gross, and—last but not least—a pumpkin-shaped mold for making inflatable gourds.

Once the last bit of ‘snake’ tubing had disappeared into the bag, Starscream allowed himself a sigh of relief. While he’d accepted long ago that the only sure way to get any uninterrupted lab-time was to appease Skywarp’s need for ever more creative pranking supplies, this event that humans called ‘Halloween’ was testing the limits of his fragile patience. He tossed the bag in the trash receptacle and trudged to his workstation where he paused, one hand on the power-switch.

“Now, where was I?” His gaze settled idly on the holocube that sat beside his workstation. It showed two explorers about to depart Cybertron on a deep space mission. Neither of them had heard of Halloween, which was probably why they both looked so optimistic. “Ah, yes,” he said as he sat down. The screen flickered to life, and the project he’d been working on three days ago, when Skywarp had first invaded his lab, appeared. Within moments he’d re-immersed himself, and was in the throes of some highly sophisticated mental calculations when someone pounded on the door.

“Go away!” Starscream shouted. “I’m busy!”

The knock came again. Louder this time, and more urgent. So much for uninterrupted lab-time. Starscream pushed his chair back with a growl, pausing just long enough to switch off his monitor before he stomped to the door. Whoever his caller was, it couldn’t be Skywarp. Skywarp wouldn’t have knocked; he would have teleported right in and started nattering about his latest prank idea. The only other likely choice was Megatron, who sometimes knocked, but wasn’t always in the mood to respect a locked door. The last thing Starscream wanted was for Megatron to see what he’d been working on. Unlike Skywarp, he might actually figure out what it was.

“I’m coming! Hold on to your trigger-guard, and—” Starscream broke off as the next round of knocks were accompanied by… yes, it was: a faint boom of thunder. A sonic boom, just strong enough to rattle the chemistry glassware on his shelves. He yanked the door open.

“Thundercracker?” Starscream stared at his Trinemate. He wasn’t used to seeing Thundercracker by himself. Normally, Skywarp was at Thundercracker’s side—when he wasn’t haunting Starscream’s lab—and his presence provided a certain buffering influence. Alone, Thundercracker looked… dangerous. Especially with his wings hiked to such an aggressive angle and his fist raised to batter the door again. Or, possibly, Starscream’s face. He looked angry enough to try it, and Starscream took an involuntary step back. “What are you doing here?”

“Is he here?” Thundercracker demanded, peering into the lab. “Please say he is.”

“Is who here?” Starscream asked, irritated at his own reaction. He was the Trineleader, for frag’s sake. He had no reason to feel intimidated by an underling. Thundercracker shoved past him and stalked into the lab, raking his gaze over the shelves, the monitors, the small berth upon which Starscream occasionally slept, and the cabinets filled with supplies and scientific apparatus. “Wow,” he muttered. “Geek Central.”

“What do you want?” Starscream demanded. It occurred to him he couldn’t recall the last time Thundercracker had set foot anywhere near his lab. His presence here seemed ominous. It also occurred to him that he had more to hide than just his secret project. The holocube on his desk was rather incriminating. Normally he shoved it well out of sight before entertaining the few visitors he got down here, but this time he’d forgotten. He edged in front of it, trying to block Thundercracker’s view. “What are you looking for?”

Thundercracker let out a sigh. “I was hopin’ he’d be with you, but…” he reached into his subspace and drew out a plain black metal box. “You know what this is, right?”

Starscream nodded. He’d recognized it instantly. Originally designed to hold specimen-jars, it had recently been repurposed to house smoke-bombs. “What about it?”

“I found it on his berth.” Thundercracker raised the lid. “It was empty. He also cleared out the compartment where he was stashing his other Halloween junk.”

“So?” Starscream adjusted his wings as he spoke, mentally gauging the optimal angle to keep the holocube from Thundercracker’s line of sight. “He’s probably commenced this… Trick-or-Treat nonsense he keeps going on about.”

Thundercracker shook his head. “Nah. He was saving all that for Halloween, which isn’t for a couple days. I checked.”

“Thirty-six hours,” Starscream corrected automatically. “But what about it? Maybe he’s getting an early start.”

“Maybe.” Thundercracker sounded doubtful. He started to pace, forcing Starscream to turn in his direction to keep his wings in the right position. “But I don’t like it.” He stopped and leveled a glare. “You couldn’t just let him have his fun, could you?”

“What?” Starscream flinched at the note of accusation in his Trinemate’s voice. “You think this is my fault?”

“Who else? You got him interested in human traditions in the first place!”

“Me? I beg your pardon?”

“You encouraged him to go looking for Santa Claus at the North Pole!”

“Just to prove there’s no such thing!”

“Well, he didn’t take it that way! He took it as encouragement.”

“But—”

“He’s also decided he’s the Easter Bunny.”

“What?”

“He’s gonna… I dunno, hide a bunch of eggs in the Command Center or… something.” Thundercracker swept a hand over his forehead, as if trying to push the thought aside. “Human traditions are so bizarre. Anyway, when he got interested in Halloween, you encouraged him.”

“I did no such thing! I merely—”

“Helped him build smoke-bombs? Yeah, exactly.” Thundercracker shook the empty box. “And all that other nonsense, the… fake snakes and stuff. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about.”

“If you know so much, how can you claim I wasn’t letting him have his fun?”

“Because!” Thundercracker slammed the box on the nearest table. “Halloween isn’t just about playing tricks!”

“It’s not?” Starscream had been rather under the impression that it was, considering how thoroughly Skywarp had latched onto it.

“No. Apparently it’s also an excuse for humans to gorge themselves on whatever disgusting food passes for sweets in their weird, organic diet. Well, guess who else likes treats?”

“I…” Starscream’s mind raced. “Wait. Are you talking about the gold? I couldn’t let him keep that!” Earlier that day, Starscream had discovered a sizable bag of gold ore in Skywarp’s quarters. Primus only knew where he’d gotten it from. Starscream allowed his fliers to consume some of the rich, sweet metal, which could be healthy in small quantities. It could strengthen one’s frame by improving flexibility, for example, but in larger quantities it could soften one’s armor and add excess weight, ruining a flier’s aerodynamic performance. "I am the Air Commander,” Starscream pointed out. “I need my fliers combat-ready, and Skywarp was taking on too much ballast.”

“It was just until Halloween,” Thundercracker argued. “You could have waited a couple extra days instead of takin' away all his goodies. Now he’s…”

“What?” Starscream felt a twinge of unease. “What’s going on, Thundercracker?” He realized that in his rush to defend himself, he’d neglected to ask. He’d also forgotten about the holocube, which was now in plain sight if Thundercracker cared to glance in its direction. He didn’t. His gaze was on the empty box which had contained the smoke-bombs.

“I dunno,” Thundercracker said heavily. “He’s not answering me. He’s run away somewhere—probably to get more treats—but hell if I know where.”

“More treats?” Starscream mused. “If gold is what he’s after, I might have an idea.”

~~~~~~~

This was written for @darkstarofchaos for the @transform-or-treat Halloween gift exchange. There are five chapters of it in all, and I will be posting a chapter a day until Halloween! Many, many thanks to @justawayninja or being my awesome beta. Your suggestions helped me get the story to the next level.

[baekchoe]

tagged by @bibidiot for the tag! okay, these are the five songs i’ve been listening to daily:

1 runaway – exo

2 i understand – jack stauber

3 no surprises – radiohead

4 goodie bag – still woozi

5 dive into you - nct dream

I tag @hoshvie @k1ttyiling @shix5n

[youxidol]

Can I please request 159 with Yeri? tyty

Your newly found coven members had shared their hobbies with you, letting you participate so you could bond and grow stronger.

Today was your day to bond with Yerim and participate in whatever her favourite past time is. Lucky for you, your activity was taking place at the exo mansion, a place you had become very familiar and comfortable in.

You went to Sehun’s stash of goodies and picked out what looked the best before going to start your terror on the clan.

When the prince saw you had a bag of his sweets, he pouted, arms folding over his chest. “Those are mine.”

“Those are mine,” you whined, pulling open the bag.

“Go get a hobby,” Sehun huffed in defence, sulking back into his seat.

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk,” you teased.

“Great. Two of them,” Baekhyun grumbled over the sound of Yerim’s laughter.

[sheeple]

Written in red ink | 2: The departure

GIF NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): sociopath!au / murderer!au / writer!au / gore? / bit yandere!au / bit of fluff if you look closely Group(s): EXO Pairing(s): Byun Baekhyun x reader Summary: A writer and murderer get matched to go on a date by their search histories and a lot of crazy shit happens. Warning(s): Mentions of blood / murdering / smoking A/n: This fic is inspired by something I found on Pinterest and tweaked some things about it. Have fun, I guess? [Masterlist] [Moodboard] [Part 1] 

It’s been two full months after he met (Y/n). And it has been the two best months of his twenty-six years on earth. 

For the first time, he felt something. Baekhyun felt emotions. He felt the urge to take her in his arms and protect her against the world. 

Call it loving someone, call it obsessing over someone, but Baekhyun knows that he has to have her, even if that meant killing everyone and locking her up in his house. 

And she was right, it takes two to thirty minutes for someone to die with stab wounds in their abdomen. He tested it himself. 

Baekhyun lifts a cigarette to his mouth and lights it, blowing out the smoke. (Y/n), doesn't know he smokes and is probably against it. 

He chuckles at the thought of (Y/n)’s cute pout as she tells him not to smoke. She’s such a goody-two-shoes, it’s adorable. 

“When are you going to tell her about your hobbies?”, asks Jongdae as he munches on some Dorito’s.

“Are you really eating right next to the body?” Baekhyun points disgusted with the knife to the half-dead man hanging upside down from the ceiling, blood dripping from his fingers and his breath shaky. 

Jongdae shrugs. “It’s not like he’s gonna mind it, do you?” He nudges the man with a sick grin before turning around and walking away. 

“You’re disgusting.” Distaste is laced in his words as Baekhyun scrunches his nose while cleaning his hands of the blood. 

“Just notify the payer that the bitch’s dead, Dae.” Baekhyun grabs his bag from the floor and opens the door of the warehouse. 

“Where the fuck are you going?!”, yells Jongdae as he sees his partner leave. 

“I have a date, fuckface”, calls Baekhyun over his shoulder before slamming the door closed behind him, getting inside his car and driving (Y/n)’s house to pick her up for the date they have planned.

“Hey”, I smile widely when I open the door and see Baekhyun standing there in just a white shirt and black leather jacket, but he looks amazing in it. 

“Come in.” I hold the door further open so he can slip through the opening. 

Baekhyun slides off his shoes as he happily chats with me about the movie we’re planning on seeing tonight. 

We settle in the kitchen with a glass of water for him and coke for me. 

“That’s really bad for your teeth”, teases Baekhyun with a sly grin. I roll my eyes and snort. 

“I know, but it tastes good.” I pout and Baekhyun shakes laughing his head, ruffling my hair. 

Chi walks into the kitchen and I smile. “Ah, Chi. I want you to meet Baekhyun! Baekhyun, this is my best friend and roommate Chi-young”, I introduce them to each other. 

Chi narrows her eyes as she studies Baekhyun’s face. Baekhyun does the same in return and I cough awkwardly.

“Can I... speak to you?”, asks Chi and I nod. She drags me away from the kitchen by my sleeve and we stop in the far end of the living room.

“I don’t trust him”, she states in a whisper while looking behind me with fine eyes. 

“What do you mean”, I whisper back surprised. I turn around and also look at Baekhyun, who’s just looking mindlessly around the kitchen.

 “There's just something about him. His aura is so... dark? I don’t know if it’s the right word.”

I scoff as I fold my arms over each other. “You act like he’s a murderer! We have the same search results because he’s a big fan of CSI.”

Chi grumbles under her breath. “I still don’t like it”, she snaps.

I take a step back and scrape my throat. “And I still don’t care.”

I angrily turn around and storm towards the kitchen, grabbing Baekhyun’s sleeve. I drag him towards the front door and we put on our shoes. 

“Don’t wait up for me”, I say before I slam the door closed. 

Baekhyun looks at me with confusion written all over his face as I march towards the elevator.

“She was being unreasonable. Chi acted as if you’re a murderer! Unbelievable!” A loud scoff leaves my lips and I scowl.

Baekhyun chuckles softly. “She’s probably just jealous that you finally found someone who genuinely likes you.”

“Yeah, I know. But still. She was always the one lucky in the love department so I don’t get why she would be─ hold up, did you just say ‘genuine like’?”

Baekhyun smiles and nods. He grabs my hand and intertwines our hands. “Let’s just forget her for an evening and focus on me, okay darling?”

I nod with a blush on my cheeks and let him lead me towards our date.

Baekhyun is furious. How dare that no good roommate of her plant a seed of doubt in (Y/n)’s mind! It may be small now, but it’s the begin of a butterfly effect. He has to make sure she’s no thread anymore. But how?

Killing her right then and there is not an option. It will scare (Y/n) off and maybe lock everyone out of her life. She could get depressed and do the exact opposite of what he wants. 

Maybe he needs to kidnap her and forge a fake runaway note. Saying that she can’t live with the idea of her being with a murderer. 

He has to do it while (Y/n) is at work. Shoving all of Chi-young’s belongings in a bag and dragging her towards his 

He chuckles, finding the humour in how right that girl is. But he can’t take the chance of his plan failing. 

He must have (Y/n), even if that is the last thing he will do.

At the end of the evening, as Baekhyun has walked me home, I rush towards my apartment and burst through the door. 

I felt bad for snapping at Chi. She only means the best for me and I was just being a little bitch. 

She sits on the couch wrapped in a blanket. She sees me coming into the room and looks at me in surprise. 

“I am so sorry, Chi”, I sniff and walk towards her. 

She just shakes her head and pulls me in a hug. “It’s okay. I understand. It’s the first guy you liked in a long time and I’m here saying he’s a murderer.”

I smile up to her with tears in my eyes. She coos and pulls me closer. “Now tell me all about your date with Hotty McHotty.”

The next day, as I come home from work, I’m on the phone with Baekhyun. “Yeah, and then she apologized to me. I guess she was just moody because she had her period or something.”

Baekhyun hums as I play my keys on the kitchen counter. I turn my telephone away from my mouth and yell, “I am home, Chi!”

But no reaction. “Hmm, weird, she should be home by now”, I say more to myself than Baekhyun.

“Who is?”, he questions. 

“Chi-young. She works shorter shifts than I. She should be at home.”

“Did you try the bedroom? Maybe she fell asleep.”

“Good idea. Woah, you’re so smart, Baekhyun”, I tease slightly and knock on her bedroom door. 

I open it but to my surprise, it’s empty. Her closet doors are wide open and her room is trashed. Weird, she always keeps her room clean. I walk further into the room and see a letter on the bed.

“Dear (Y/n)”, I begin to read out loud.

Dear (Y/n), I am so sorry. But I couldn’t stand the idea of you being together with someone like Baekhyun. He’s just not right for you. 

But, since you seem to not believe me, I decided to leave. The thought of you and a murderer is making me sick.

With love, Chi-young

My breath stop in my throat and tears swell up in my eyes. She... left?

“What going on? Something happened, darling?”, questions Baekhyun frantically and I begin to sob,

“She- she left!”, I cry out loud and drop to the floor.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming to you.”

Baekhyun smirks as he throws his phone on the passenger's seat while he drives towards the warehouse where Jongdae’s waiting for him. Step one from his plan worked.

He looks in the rearview mirror and smirks at the scared look in the girl’s eyes. Her arms and legs are tied, her mouth stuffed with napkins and seeled with ducktape.

She has given up on screaming. Nobody is going to hear her except Baekhyun. Chi-young’s eyes swell with tears as she whimpers.

Baekhyun backs up in the driveway and stops in front of Jongdae. He opens the car door and looks at the terrified girl. Jongdae grabs her chin harshly as he studies her face.  

“She’s pretty”, he grins sickly as he licks his lips.

Baekhyun recognizes the look in Jongdae’s eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare to touch a single hair on her head. She’s mine.”

Jongdae grumbles and drags Chi-young out of the car, ignoring her muffled cries and screams for help.

Now that girl is out of the way, (Y/n) is all to himself.

[exodesmadres]

BBH Privé Event

So this is going to be a blog post about my experience at the Privé Alliance BBH event. First of all, the ticket was a bit on the pricy side at ninety dollars. But for me it was worth every penny because its BBH and he's my EXO bias.

Lets start from the beginning though.

It started at 6pm, but I got there at 7:15pm (yes, super late, I know) because I got out of school late. So I caught a Lyft to the venue. When I arrived, as soon as I did, I could hear his cute voice and my heart fluttered.

The security guard at the door didn't want to let me in because she said it was late and at this point only VIP ticket people could enter. But I explained my situation to her and she called over the head security guard. I explained it to him, and he asked to see my ticket. I showed it to him and he let me in on the spot. Big shout out to him. He was super nice.

Once inside, I only got to see BBH speak for like two minutes before the actual fashion show started. Our baby boy went up to a balcony in the back and started sipping on some wine.

The clothes was really nice, and I noticed everyone had a little goodie bag. But I didn't get one because I was late. A fellow fan i met at the venue suggested I should email Privé and explain my situation to see if they might be kind enough to send me one in the mail. But that's pending for now. Everyone watched the fashion show and then after turned their attention to BBH.

I got this pic of him. I swear he looked right at me in that moment.

He then left the balcony for a good half hour and people started to leave because they thought he wasn't coming back. But he did. And he continued sipping his wine.

He stayed for another half hour before he decided to finally leave the venue. This is where it kind of started to get ugly. I'm not saying all Korean fans are crazy, but some certainly are. As soon as people noticed he was leaving, they started piling up by the door to catch a glimpse of him.

Then out of no where I feel someone shoving me aside, and it was some Korean girl. She shoved like ten more people on her way out the door to try to catch up to him. Luckily, he was protected by security.

She and her friends then started chasing after him and his car. Overall, it was an eventful night and it was nice listening to his voice in person again after almost two years. I think it also goes without say that he is way more handsome in person. My heart was shedding happy tears.

Honestly, it was just magical to even breathe the same air as my king.

I leave you all with a gif of Daddy B sipping his wine.

-Clary

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Mr. & Mrs. Claus

Ctto: @death-by-jongin ➳ Idol!AU ➳ Scenario || Genre: Smut || slight Fluff || Rated: M ➳ Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader ➳ Summary: Sometimes all it takes is a Christmas miracle to bring two people together. ➳ Word Count: 4.8k     ➳ Author’s Note: He’s back in time for Christmas and again, I apologise for nothing, this merely started as a joke that then became this pile of sin. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! @fairyyeols @baelatte @rissa-is-a-nerd. Here is is: Santa!Kai

Jongin pulls on the Santa suit once more, ready to spend another day volunteering at the Children’s hospital the week of Christmas with the rest of his members. He doesn’t mind these kinds of things; happy to spread the cheer to the poor children who will be spending their Christmas day in hospital so he takes the opportunity to make them smile.

None of the members complain about these duties given to them, it beats being chased down by fans or having to repeat lines for a show. This way they can give to people without someone expecting the famous EXO idols to perform a song; they can give with laughter and cheer and are rewarded by dozens of smiles and hugs from the children.

“Two more days until Christmas.” Junmyeon claps him on the shoulder as he lifts his Santa bag over his shoulders. “This is our last day here, let’s make it the best.” Jongin smiles at his leader, ready to make his last group of children smile brightly. With that thought in mind, Jongin walks towards the elevator, heading to the ward he’s assigned to.

“Now, children,” you call at the excited children babbling in the family room of the ward, “when Santa arrives, we need to behave.” They all shout out their ‘yes’ as you stand up straight, placing your hands on your hips and nodding to yourself.

You have been assigned to the Children’s hospital this week specifically to make sure the idols don’t have a hard time with the children and to make sure the children all remain safe during this exciting experience. It’s an event that each child is excited for the moment December rolls around. It’s not your first time dealing with EXO in your five years working here but it is these kids first time and they are so excited that the energy can be felt in your bones.

“Ho, ho, ho!” A deep voice calls from outside the door and you immediately recognise the idol under the red and white clothing.

Kim Jongin.

The man is beautiful, you don’t deny that but after many years dealing with idols as both visitors and patients; the effect of them has worn off. You can see the hype behind the bronze-skinned man, his aura is calming and his appearance is appealing but you can’t help but shrug your shoulders as he walks into the room with a huge smile on his plush, pink lips.

“Oh, Santa!” You call, your voice higher than usual which seems to attract his attention, his deep brown eyes searching yours but you look away and pay attention to the bouncing kids in front of you. “What do we owe this pleasure?”

“Um-” He falters for a second and you squint slightly in his direction, willing him to keep up the act and follow the lines. “Oh, well it’s nearly Christmas, you see and I want to give the well behaved children at Seoul Children’s Hospital, their presents early.” He quickly recovers and the children cheer, all but pouncing on the mocha coloured Santa that has taken his seat and placed his bag of goodies on the floor.

It runs smoothly after that, with a few distractions. Kim Jongin will glance in your direction as you deal with a child only to look away quickly when you return his stare, his cheeks tinting red as he smiles at another child coming to receive their present. You watch the way he bounces each child gently on his lap, making each one feel special and making them smile brighter than they have all week.

“Will the nurse like to come and receive her early Christmas present?” His voice catches you by surprise as he ruffles around his bag for one last present. Strangely, your heart beats a little faster at the question; even though you know its part of the show, something about seeing him interact with the children warmed your cold demeanour enough to be slightly surprised.

“Y/N!” Several kids call and one of the girls you have grown fond of, pulls you towards Santa. You bite your lip as you look at him, the children unable to see the stare he gives you. “Santa, give Y/N her present!” They call and you see the slightest hint of a smirk press on his lips.

“Has Y/N been a good girl this year?” The way he says your name chips away once more at your previous assumption of him. The children cheer as you slowly nod your head, unable to look away from him; almost like you’re in a trance from the close proximity.

The moment you receive your present, step away and he’s, once again, surrounded by children, you feel the spell wash away and you’re back to being unimpressed with his presence.

Well, that’s what you tell yourself as you tend to the children while beginning to think about the enigma that is Kim Jongin.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and you are stirring a dirty Martini with the olive that is still attached to the toothpick, while your friend’s bright eyes shine in the dim lighting at the bar.

“Ohmygod!” Your friend is covering her mouth as you recount your week to her, because instead of spending it with family like you normally do this time of the year; you’re stuck in Seoul, at a crowded club– because you left booking flights too late. “You actually got to meet Kai, like THE Kai!” She squeals and you roll your eyes, you’ve met many walks of life in your job at the hospital especially dashing idols; but you won’t admit to her that he affected you slightly more than the others. “What was he like? Is he as good looking as everyone thinks? Fill. Me. In.” She practically shakes you and you can’t help but laugh at her childish behaviour, sipping your drink you decide to indulge her.

The slight vibration in your handbag is unheard over the loud bass and mixed voices.

The makings of a Christmas miracle awaiting to be discovered as you gossip with your fangirling friend over the man you were both indifferent and attracted to.

“Come on man, don’t be such a downer.” Sehun throws back another shot while Jongin stares at his beer, nearly warm and half drunken, while he broods over tomorrow. “It’s not going to be that bad.” He scoffs at his friend, picking up the drink once more to take another sip.

“You’re only saying that because you’re not waking up alone on Christmas morning because you are going to spend it with your girlfriend.” Another round of drinks is placed in front of him and Chanyeol slots himself beside Sehun. “And even Chanyeol hyung has someone to wake up to tomorrow.” Chanyeol’s wide eyes lift from the alcohol in front of him to his bronze friend, who’s sitting there with a full pout on his lips.

“Hey, it’s your fault for not planning things earlier.” Sehun agrees with Chanyeol as they clink the shot glasses together and throw their heads back. Jongin groans, reaching hesitantly for the third shot of Tequila and tossing it back, allowing the harsh warmth to slide down his throat.

A slight vibration in his pocket catches him by surprise and he reaches for it, pulling the smart phone out of the tight black jeans he’s decided to wear for the night. Sehun and Chanyeol chuckle as they peer over his shoulder and see the bright words ‘Match Made’ across his screen with a picture of you staring up at him.

You.

The nurse at the hospital.

The only woman who didn’t giggle when he looked in her direction or reacted in a way Jongin’s grown used to.

A woman who has plagued his thoughts since seeing you at the hospital yesterday.

“Buy me another drink.” He says to his fellow members, quickly drinking the warm ale and gazing over the crowd to see if he can spot you, hoping you don’t give him the cold shoulder again; like after he finished with the children and you refused to look in his direction, keeping your back turned as you thanked him for his help.

Even though, Jongin isn’t the most upfront person or someone who enjoys being the centre of attention but being ignored is a new and strange feeling for him and the way you reacted when standing in front of him, he couldn’t help but smile. You acted so indifferent until you were forced to look at him and the moment you did; something crept into his bones and took hold.

He hasn’t been able to get rid of it since.

Your friend has left your side for the first time since arriving, dancing on the sweat covered wooden floor with two guys – who are both vying for her full attention. You smile, shaking your head as you turn to flag down the bartender from your spot by the bar. Another patron comes to stand by you, doing the same as you before looking at you with a wide grin.

“Yo, nice skirt.” He looks down at you and you groan – loudly. You instantly recognise the large ears and sly smile as Park Chanyeol; mainly because you had seen him at the hospital the other day and because you have heard that phrase many times while at your friend’s place. “Hey, you dress up nice when you’re not rocking the blue scrubs.” A coffee coloured shot is placed in front of you and you avoid his eyes as you swallow the sweet liqueur. “I’ll have four of what she’s having.” He indicates before turning his attention back to you.

“It’s probably the only action you’re going to get tonight.” You grumble and he raises an eyebrow at you, a hint of confusion swimming in his onyx eyes. “The shot is called a ‘blowjob’.” He laughs loudly, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as he laughs at your joke. Chanyeol takes the newly made shots in his large hands and motions for you to follow, you hesitate at first but the buzzing of alcohol in your system and the boredom seeping into your brain wills you to follow. “Why?” You question, already trailing behind him.

“I’m about to give you a Christmas miracle.”

The Christmas miracle turns out to be a match made by the dating app you used and has, somehow, matched you with none other than Kim Jongin. You pull out your own phone to verify the story the two louder men and the suddenly shy man are telling. It’s true. The app tends to match you with someone who fits your personal tastes and interests so you quickly learn that Jongin fits most of your requirements in a man but you are still uninterested due to his line of work.

But a few more rounds later causes your original distaste in his job to be overwhelmed by how well he smells; his scent starts to embrace your senses and blur the line between ‘I shouldn’t be doing this on Christmas Eve’ to ‘I want to be riding him like he is Santa’s sleigh’. His smile seems to brighten the room, something you noticed the first time he smiled at you and the children and his unbridled laugh – despite being goofy – and deep voice is music to your ears; music which you want to hear more of.

The two of you come out of your individual shells with the more alcohol you consume, subconsciously moving closer together until his denim starts to rub against the bare skin of your lower thigh, your shoulders touching every time either one moves and you can feel the pheromones working their magic on your core every time you catch him biting his plump bottom lip – a lip you suddenly want to nip at.

Jongin is very aware of you, his body naturally turning into you the more shots he drinks; he watches the way your nose crinkles as you laugh at one of his jokes, the warmth rolling off your body as you touch sends electricity through him and the way you toss your hair over your shoulder as you look at him, exposing the curve of your neck causes his tight jeans to become more constricting as he tries to control himself.

“Shit, it’s getting late.” Sehun’s husky voice calls your attention away from Jongin’s lips and allows Jongin a brief moment to look anywhere but you as you check your phone, a few minutes until midnight makes you realise – you do not want to spend this morning alone. “Shall we head back to the dorms?” Jongin catches himself looking in your direction, noticing the war going on in your mind as you meet his eyes.

Will you take him home?

The moment he steps inside your apartment, reality seems to stir within the rational part of Jongin’s brain – the smallest working part that isn’t completely overpowered by lust and alcohol. He knows you aren’t some crazy fan so he doesn’t have to worry about being exposed but is he really going to spend Christmas with a complete stranger? His dick twitches as he watches you bend down to take off your heels, your curvy ass swaying in the air – begging to be spanked and it answers his internal question.

Of course he is.

Jongin slowly takes off his own shoes, eyes unmoving from you as you straighten and glance over your shoulder at him, the smirk on your painted lips is evidence that you knew exactly what you were doing.

He doesn’t know what takes a hold of him as he presses your back against the wall, his lips moulding perfectly against yours as you grip his plain white shirt to pull him closer; your lips feel like silk against his and he can’t help but think about how they would feel wrapped around his twitching cock.

You release a soft moan, his plush lips causing waves to rush south as his hands knead into the soft skin of your covered hips and his tongue takes the opportunity to slip inside your mouth; he tastes of almonds from the Amaretto in the shots and you are suddenly drunk off the taste of him. You twist your head slightly, deepening the kiss as he grinds his hips against your thigh – groaning as he does so. He’s solid underneath the black denim and you spare a small thought for how painful his erection must feel.

“Who knew Santa’s Little Helper was such a naughty girl.” He breathes out as the pair of you part to inhale oxygen and each other’s intoxicating scent. His words spark an idea in your drunken mind and you smile, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you wordlessly drag him to your bedroom.

You’ve always wanted to try this and who else to try it on but the man you’ve already seen dressed in a Santa suit.

“Jongin,” the shyness in your voice causes him to raise a dark eyebrow, “I want to try something but would you play along?” The question piques his interest and he grins broadly.

“Who am I to say no on Christmas?” That innocence in his voice should have thrown you off but the way his eyes are dark with desire, you can’t help but rush towards your closet; pulling out a costume for him and hiding your own from view.

“I’m going to get dressed in the bathroom and I expect you to be changed into this when I return.” As confused as he is, Jongin is excited for the change of pace. Never before has a woman been so forward with her desires with him, always wanting to do what he wants and he would be lying if he said the command was a turn off.

Time seems to drag as Jongin bounces on the balls of his bare feet, waiting for you to walk back into the room. You smile as you can hear him muttering to himself, letting him stew in the anticipation while admiring the way your Mrs. Claus outfit hugs your form. Slowly opening the door to your adjacent bathroom, you await for his reaction.

The moment you step into the room, you can immediately feel you have every bit of his attention because his eyes are roaming over your barely clad body, his mouth is agape and the tent that has formed in his red slacks show he’s been anticipating you more than you could have hoped. A smile spreads across your newly painted red lips and you decide to put on a show, twirling slowly before you reach him; stopping just out of arms reach so you can take him in.

His dark brown eyes are blown wide and his chocolate brown hair is messier than earlier after, you assume, running his hands through his hair while waiting for you; the look is very sexy on him and your own fingers itch to tug on the soft looking strands. The red and white jacket hugs him deliciously, his arms tensing under the thin fabric and allowing the muscles underneath to be seen and you notice only one button is done up which makes your wonder what’s lying underneath; is his skin as sweet as it looks? The slacks draw your attention quickly, the tent formed is undeniable as you observe it growing under your stare; how does he keep that hidden when he dances? You can’t help but giggle when you see his feet bare, toes curling slightly against your carpeted bedroom floor.

Jongin watches you just as intensely as you do, his eyes undressing you slowly as he takes in your attire up close. The top – or bra – is a festive red with white trimmings that enhance the plumpness of your breasts; they are strapless with the clasp sitting in the valley of your breasts which means Jongin will have no trouble unclasping it. Your body is soft and curvy and Jongin can imagine marking every single inch of you so you won’t forget this night. The skirt is very short with little bells hanging off them that jingle with the slightest movement of your hips and he wonders how much noise they would make if he left the skirt on while fucking you into the mattress; he bites his lip hard as he thinks of this, trying to contain his excitement. You wear a pair of red stilettos that causes you to meet him at eye level and Jongin smirks at you, knowing if anything is going to be left on you; it will be the heels.

“Mrs. Claus.” He growls, his voice huskier than earlier as he reaches out to grab your wrist and pulling you into his chest. You can feel his erratic heartbeat under your fingertips that are pressed against his thinly covered pectorals and you know it matches the fast beat of your own heart.

“Mr. Claus.” You whisper, your sweet candy scented breath blurring his senses as you slowly slip your hands down to the one button preventing you from seeing the torso underneath. Jongin doesn’t prevent you, instead his own hands are softly moving up your arms; leaving goose bumps in their wake as he gazes deeply into your eyes. Your lips connect, the fire already igniting inside your soul as you push the jacket off his shoulder and he groans into the kiss as you explore every dip and bump of his chiselled abdomen and upper body; memorising him with the tips of your fingers while his tongue seeks entrance.

Jongin can feel his muscles tightening under your careful examination, your fingers sending electricity to his already hard cock as your lips part with a satisfying moan. His hands leave your cheeks and one cups your right breast while the other makes quick work of the festive bra, tossing it to the side and leaving you free for his greedy hands to feel.

“Have you been good this year, Mrs. Claus?” Jongin can’t believe how excited the Christmas roleplaying has gotten him. You moan out a yes as he trails kitten kisses across your jaw line and latches himself onto the crook of your neck, sucking harshly on the soft skin and you suck in a sharp breath at the pleasurable pain while his calloused hands knead your breasts and pinch your erect nipples.

Your hands travel over his abs and he shivers slightly as you trace a finger along the waistband of his slacks, teasing him with the hope of touching him where he desperately needs you to. Jongin encourages you by traveling one hand lower, while capturing your lips once more as he lifts the skirt; the jingling of bells ringing through the air. He smirks into the kiss as he realises your wearing no panties underneath and the more he inches towards your dripping pussy, you slip inside his slacks and trail your fingers towards his throbbing cock.

Neither of you indulge the other, both teasing each other with gentle circles on the sensitive skin of the inner thigh.

Jongin is the first to buckle under the pressure.

“Please…” He groans, trying to adjust himself so you touch him and you begin to wonder how long it’s been for him. “Mrs. Claus…” You smile as turn your bodies and push him onto the bed; he falls heavily and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Why, Mr. Claus, how long has it been since someone jingled your bells?” You bend over, making sure your bodies don’t touch as you nip at his plush, pouting lips; a pink hue softly present on his cheeks. “It must be so hard,” you kiss down the side of his neck, “having to work so hard all year round,” you return the harsh kiss on his collarbones before licking the bruised skin, “and not have someone reward you for all your efforts,” he groans as you allow a hand to skim over the straining erection, bucking his hips upwards, “you must be a very good man if you can last so long without it.” You continue your trail of purple down his chest and over every defined abdominal muscle.

Jongin needs you to do something, anything to relieve the pressure building up inside his testicles with your teasing. How can someone tease so sweetly with words so devilishly naughty? He wants to take control, his stage ego begs to be released, to flip your positions and dive head first between your legs, to taste how sweet you really are as you squirm under him and call his name; but as torturous this is, Jongin admits to himself that he enjoys it. A woman who can take control and knows exactly what she wants is something rare for Jongin.

As if you grant his Christmas wish, you pull the waistband of both the slacks and his briefs down – removing them from him altogether, his angry, red cock slapping against his stomach as he sighs at the release of the restraints. Your eyes widen at his girth, your mouth watering as you step back and admire his naked form on your bed.

Kim Jongin is a golden God and he’s your Christmas present, ready and eager to be played with. Your walls clench as you think about him inside you.

Jongin’s eyes flutter as he tries to focus on your movements, his breathing quickening as he watches you shimmy the skirt down your thighs and kick them to side.

“Leave the heels on.” His command makes you smile as you oblige, sashaying your hips as you close the distance and kneel in between his open thighs. You give him what he desires and wrap your delicate fingers around his dick, taking one of his testicles in your mouth and enjoy the loud fuck that echoes through the room; his voice is like honey and you find yourself wanting to hear him cry out more. Starting from the base, you run your wet muscle along the underside of the shaft until you wrap your lips around the head; pre-cum tingling your taste buds and you watch as Jongin throws his head back and groans at the feeling. You begin to stroke him as you swirl your tongue around the head but before you can take him into your throat, he lifts your chin to look at him; his eyes burning with need and self-control.

“Mrs. Claus,” he props himself up on one elbow while maintaining eye contact, “I think it’s time you sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.” You return the sly smirk on his lips as you straddle his hips.

Yes, you want to tease him until he bursts but you also know that you need to feel him deep within your walls and he’s wanting to relieve the both of you.

“All I want for Christmas,” you hover above him, a hand wrapped around him, “is you.” You lower yourself slowly, taking him inch by inch and moan sweetly at the fullness he gives you. Jongin realises that he wants to hear your mewls long past Christmas, even past the New Year.

The pace you both set is slow, your tight walls clench around him every time he hits your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Y/N…” The roleplaying is over as Jongin sighs your name, sending shivers up your spine; his hands tightly gripping your waist as you roll your hips and he matches your every move with a well-timed thrust, eliciting hushed whispers of his name from your lips.

You try your best to stay in control, your hands pressed firmly against his chest as you watch his muscles ripple with every movement, the light sheen of sweat starting to glisten on his sun-kissed skin and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth while his brow is furrowed in concentration. Some part of you thinks about how it would feel waking up next to him in the morning.

You can tell he’s becoming frustrated with the pace because his thrusts are becoming harder and before you can think about it; he’s flipped your position and is now hovering above you with a naughty smirk on his abused lips while still buried deep within you. He searches for some kind of confirmation before slamming his hips and reaching deeper, until every brutal thrust hits your sweet spot repeatedly and you become as moaning mess beneath him.

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let the North Pole hear who’s making you feel good.” He’s not wrong, your voice mixes with the slapping of skin and the groans that escape Jongin’s lips as you cry out his name like a well-rehearsed mantra and the coil that had been building since you stepped into the apartment is now raking through your body.

Your toes curl as you wrap your legs around him, making sure he’s as deep as he can go, your heart thrashes painfully against your ribs which contrasts the sweet euphoria exploding through you, your vision fades into a blinding white hot glare even with your eyes clenched shut and your fingers scratch deep down Jongin’s tense back as you clench around him; effectively helping him towards his own climax as he lets out a string of swears while his warm seed spurts inside you.

His hips slow to a stop and he collapses on top of you, the weight welcomed as you wrap your arms around him and the both of you take a moment to bask in the after-glow and control your breathing.

He rolls off of you, hands skirting down your tired body to remove the stilettos from your feet before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he rests his head on your shoulder. The feeling isn’t as unwelcomed as thought because you find yourself relaxing into his warm embrace; heart fluttering slightly as you fit into him.

“That was something.” You chuckle at the tiredness in his voice, his breathing still heavy as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, kissing the hickey he placed there earlier and sending a wave of shivers through your body.

Who knew one man could bring about feelings that no-one else could?

“Do you have anywhere you have to be today?” He stiffens at your question; expecting you to hint at him to leave but your next words take him by surprise. “I was wondering if you would like to spend Christmas morning, possibly the day together.” He nods, tightening his hold around you.

“I don’t have anything to give you though.” You twist your head to place a gentle kiss upon his sweaty forehead, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes and smiling as he hums against your skin.

“I think you’ve already given me the best Christmas present I could ask for.”

Because Christmas is about giving and Jongin gave you something you never knew you could feel for someone before: love at first sight.

Or fuck.

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i was tagged in this AGES AGO but im now getting around to it after it has clearly died lol

Tracks:

FABRIC - BROCKHAMPTON

Bestfriend - Rex Orange County

Chlorine - twenty one pilots

Goodie Bag - Still Woozy

Exo-Politics - Muse

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Good Morning EXO: Baekhyun

Karina I couldn’t remember your username I’m sorry so just message me and I will tag you in it!!

I stand outside, holding my jacket tight around myself, holding the steaming bag of pastries right from the oven of my boyfriend’s favorite bakery, under my coat to share warmth. Thanking the universe for having the venue use bracelets to keep track of who got here first, allowing people to slip away without losing their place in line. Girls giggle all around me, giddy that they are minutes away from meeting their favorite idols. I chuckle at the memories of me acting the exact same way before everything started.

The doors to the venue open, guards come out and usher us in as organized as we allow them to be. We all welcome the warmth with a sigh, huddling tighter together to allow the others at the other end of the line to fit in as well. The venue is small compared to their usual space, but it makes the whole meeting feel more intimate. Around me is the constant buzz of girls chatting, some begin the usual chant, hoping it will make them come out faster.

Twenty minutes fly by, I spent that time chuckling at the millions of messages I’ve received over the last three hours. Unanswered good morning texts turn into questions curious about my whereabouts then into down right whines and panic. I guess canceling our plans last night to hang out with a visiting friend and not telling him I got home safe wasn’t my best idea since he’s been texting me since he woke up at six this morning. Though I don’t like to worry him, I just want to give him a little surprise.

Standing there I find myself picking up on a few other delicious scents that are not coming from the bag inside my jacket. I smell fresh dumplings, homemade sweets, and other goodies, I wonder how many are going to my beloved. The moment that thought occurs screams ring out into the open room as nine handsome men come across the stage dressed as handsome as usual. No matter how many times I see each man their beauty never ceases to amaze me. I cheer along with all the other girls as each man introduces himself, screaming a bit extra when my Baekhyun steps up to take his turn. He greets us with a big smile that always melts my heart and spreads throughout the crowd. The boys go behind the long line of tables on stage and take their seats.

Bouncing on my toes I can hardly contain myself when they start sending us up on stage. Being about thirty people back it takes about an hour for me to finally even reach the stage. The moment I’m allowed up I’m greeted by the man incharge of these idiots, Suho. He first greets me with his usual handsome smile, I pull my mask down, returning one of my own, enjoying the way his spreads wider.

“What are you doing here?” He wonders trying to keep his voice down to not let on about me being here, always so considerate.

“It’s a surprise,” I inform him.

He nods with a chuckle, “He will be very surprised and excited, lets just hope no one blows your cover before you make it to him.”

We both cast a knowing look to the person on the other side of Jongdae, the one and only Chanyeol is grinning like an idiot at the pretty girl in front of him, before looking back to each other with a sigh.

“I wish you luck,” Is all he tells me before I slide down the line to greet Jongdae, who raises a brow at me.

“Don’t say anything,” I warn.

He just gives me another smile, signs a poster for me and slides it down the line to the man I know will do something to fuck this up. Chanyeol is beaming up at me before he even realizes it’s me but the moment it clicks in his head he’s on his feet.

“Karina!” His greeting is quiet enough not to echo through the whole building but loud enough to gain the attention of the people two seats down. Sehun, Kyungsoo, and the two young ladies in front of them look over confused before the girls’ eye widen with realization. I just chuckle awkwardly and wave to the two boys.

“Good morning.”

“It’s Baekhyun’s girlfriend,” The two girls mumble back and forth to each other, slowly getting louder and louder until everyone on stage and back down the line is mumbling it together.

I glare at the giant, “Seriously?”

He chuckles just as awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed, “Sorry, didn’t mean to be so loud.”

Before I have the chance to respond the man is ripped away and my oh so lovely boyfriend is there, climbing over the table to get to me, “I thought you were dead!” He screams taking me into his arms.

“Oppa, I’m fine, don’t cause a scene.”

“It’s a bit late for that,” Sehun teases.

Baekhyun completely ignores him and the crowd of people staring, “I waited up almost all night for that text!”

“I’m sorry, I got home really late and didn’t want to wake you so I figured it would be nice to surprise you since I messed up. I brought you some breakfast,” I hold the back of pastries up but notice the large stack of presents and treats behind the table behind him. “Though it looks like you have plenty,” I mumble feeling like an idiot. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, now I’m causing a scene when you didn’t even need anything from me.”

Baekhyun just stares at me like I have a third eye on my forehead, “How could you say that?” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, he scoops me up like I weigh nothing and carries me across the stage towards the exit. The crowd screams.

“Baekhyun where do you think you are going?” Suho groans.

Baek pauses at the steps, looks over his shoulder with a mischievous smile and tells him, “I’ve failed as a boyfriend today. My darling Karina has gone out of her way to do something amazing for me and feels like she did something wrong. I must go show her how much I appreciate her! I don’t think I’ll make it back!”

The girls in the crowd are blushing up a storm while screaming with glee at his scandalous hints of where we will be going, “Don’t say stuff like that in front of people!” I warn him lightly smacking his chest.

“But my love! He asked and I answered!”

“Tell him we are going to go talk it out!”

That smirk is back on his lips, “Oh baby the only talking is going to be you saying my name and me whispering all sorts of things in your ear.”

“Byun Baekhyun! Put me down!”

“Of course!” He turns to the crowd and bows deeply, “I’m sorry for causing such a scene but I will return in a few minutes after I have a conversation with my lovely girlfriend, if you will excuse me?”

“Go! Go! Go!” They cheer for us as if we were in the ending scene of a drama where the guy finally gets the girl. I am just forced to be there being cradled in Baekhyun’s arms, staring at the ceiling like this isn’t the most embarrassing moment of my life and that my boyfriend of two years didn’t just tell a crowd of people we could possibly go have hot sex in the back room of this very venue.

I let him carry me off stage and to the back room, muttering under my breath, “This is not how I expected my morning to go.”

“I agree. I was hoping to wake up to my amazing, beautiful girlfriend but looks like we are both disappointed.”

“Oppa. I told you I was sorry.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just stating a fact.”

I huff at him and his obvious irritation of the whole thing, “Oppa, come on, what could I do to make up for it?”

He hums, pretending to think as if he hasn’t already planned it out, “I could think of a few things under your jacket that could do a little something.”

“Oppa!” A pink hue spreads across my cheeks, “We are not having sex here! I mean I guess we could run to your place quick but I don’t know…”

Baekhyun busts out laughing, “I was talking about the sweets but if you insist I can get my car.”

I smack his chest.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tease. I would very much love the sweets you brought for me though, they smell amazing.” I sigh but pull them out of my jacket and pull a single chocolate pastry from the bag. With a big grin, he takes a large bite out of it, “Thank you Karina, and good morning.”

“Good morning Oppa.”

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EXO (OT12) - Reaction to Things Getting Heated During an Argument ;)

As requested. :)

Minseok:

“Why do you even care” Your voice was stern as you turned around finally facing him after he had been nagging you as you were messing with the clothes in your closet. You had been spending some time with a male friend of yours and he seemed to be getting a bit jealous. You had repeatedly told him it was nothing more than hanging out due to having the same interests and working at the same office. His eyes were filled with anger but not directed towards you, mostly towards your friend. “He is spending too much time with you, what if he doesn’t feel the same way that you do?” Without thinking about your answer too much you blurted out what came to mind immediately, “Is he the one I come home to and sleep with every day? Who cares if he likes me, you are the one I want. No one drives me insane like you do, I mean do you even see how sexy you are upset like this?” You rolled your eyes but noticed the change in his demeanor. The anger in his eyes turned into lust. His rigid frame softened as he walked towards you and brought your lips to his own. The stupid fight forgotten. He wasn’t backing down and you had no desire to retreat, this man was yours and you were his. Just like you were trying to tell him.

Luhan:

“You couldn’t keep quiet for another half an hour?” You and Lu had been out to dinner with some mutual friends. Before you had left, he and you had a small spat about you accidentally washing his white shirts with his red exercise shirts and dying them a light pink color. You hadn’t been feeling very well with a head cold and just wanted to do his laundry for him for when he got home. He just had to bring it up during the dinner, explaining why you were a little late since he had to find something else to wear. “Well that was the reason, it isn’t like I was lying.” You were stumbling into the bedroom, throwing your heels haphazardly on the ground and undoing your hair. “I’m sorry Lu, I tried to help but apparently, I didn’t. I will buy you new shirts, if you don’t want them then I can just take them to sleep in.” That comment caught him off guard. “Oh really? Here. Put this on.” He threw you one of the pink t-shirts that were still in the laundry basket at the end of the bed. You caught it but just look at him confused. “Why now?” He moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, beginning to unzip the back of your dress. “Because I want to see it on you, just my shirt, and then I want to take it off.” The teasing smirk he gave you, and the proximity between your bodies made you shiver. “But I’m sick.” He chuckled into your ear, “There’s plenty of things we can do stuck in bed together.”

Kris/Yifan:

Kris had come home sloppily drunk last night. You knew that he was going out, but he promised to spend some time with you going over your presentation for your class. He was in no condition to do so which left you somewhat unprepared when you presented today. It went alright but you were still upset that he disregarded your plans together. You were sitting on the couch, silently reading when he walked in and sat down beside you, his arms wrapping you up. You didn’t acknowledge him at all and he noticed. “Babe? Something wrong?” You flipped a page as you casually yawned and moved out of his embrace to stand up, placing the book on the end table. His puzzled look indicated that he seemed to have forgotten about his promise to you. “Want anything for dinner?” You asked rummaging in the fridge. He stood up to join you, “Not specifically, but maybe you could use a little less salt.” You turned to glare at him, unamused by his joke. “You forgot about me.” His eyes widened as the memory struck him, “The presentation. I’m sorry baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down so his eyes were almost level with yours. You frowned as he kept apologizing, trying to get you to lighten up. “What can I do to make it up to you?” You looked down at your feet, “I don’t know. I was counting on you, and you were too drunk to care. I had no one else to help me with it, and yours was the only opinion I cared about anyways.” “Well I’m sure you did amazing, I may have creepily listened as you went over it in the bathroom a couple of times.” A smile broke on your face and he couldn’t help but kiss you. You were tired of being mad at him, you loved the giant dork too much. You kissed him back, wanting him to know that he was forgiven. And the kisses didn’t stop. “Maybe we could try a teacher student thing sometime?” “Yifan!!!”

Junmyeon:

You knew that SM liked to have their artists work with each other. It didn’t help when your man had an adoration for a certain group that they tended to spend a lot of time with. They were also unbelievably gorgeous. He came home talking about a project he had to do with the group and your jealousy got the better of you. “Oh goody, you get to spend time with your girlfriends.” You don’t know why you were so bitter but it didn’t seem to be going away at the moment. “Y/N! Come on, don’t be so ridiculous.” You began walking away but he grabbed on to your arm. Not forcibly, but with a slight grip so that you didn’t slip out. “It isn’t ridiculous. You are surrounded by beautiful women all the time while I am just some random college student.” His eyes softened but then turned onto your fiercely. He wasn’t going to prove anything with words. That is why he pushed you against the wall and began kissing down your neck, pushing down your shirt to skim your collar bone. Your breathing hitched, unprepared for his sudden actions. “No more SM. No more saying that you aren’t beautiful. Just shut up and kiss me.”

Yixing:

He had written a song about no longer loving the person you are with anymore. You had discovered the lyrics when cleaning up the notebooks he left opened after working until he couldn’t stay up any longer and decided to go to bed. Most of his songs were very personal to him, and he had never told you about a relationship that ended this way. Which led you to believing it was your own. He returned home from the practice studio to find you laying on your side in the bed. You were facing the door, but rolled over when he entered the room. “Baobei?” You didn’t answer so he climbed on the bed, placing an arm around you and snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. “Are you ignoring me?” There was silence for a minute before you spoke. “That song of yours. I found the lyrics. Does it mean what I think it does?” You rolled over to look him in the eyes. “No. Of course not. It was about some friends I had.” You started crying, not really believing his answer. “Please don’t lie to me.” He wiped the tears away with his hand and pulled you closer. “Y/N. I’m serious. Stop crying. You’ll make me upset too.” You sniffled but couldn’t stop, the fear of losing him had hit you hard. So he kissed away your tears. And when the tears stopped flowing, you didn’t want him to pull away, only to be closer in every way.

Baekhyun:

Baekhyun had his heart broken before. That is why he never wanted to get too close. Always bringing you to the dorms when the boys were around or taking you somewhere with a small group of people. You had been getting irritated with your lack of intimacy. The time spent holding hands or giving small pecks came in small amounts. You wanted more. So, you told him. You met him at the dorms, for the first time no one was around. “Baekhyun, what are we? I feel like you never want to be alone with me. I am always the one suggesting we sneak away.” His jaw jutted out as he tried to think of his reasoning. “You wouldn’t understand.” You let out an exasperated laugh, “That is what I thought. Listen, I can’t do this anymore, I need more than a friend who gives me occasional romance.” You looked up to see the blank expression on his face, but not wanting to see him fall apart, you started to walk away. “Wait.” The urgency in his voice made you pause. “Y/N, please look at me.” Slowly, you turned to see the look of want fill his eyes. “You know how Taeyeon and I ended up?” You nodded, their story was quite famous. Two idols torn apart by the disapproval of fans and their hectic lives. “I don’t want that to happen with you. Believe me, I want more. Every time I see you, every time I touch you. The things that run through my head.” He brought his hand up, dragging his fingertips along the side of your waist. “Do you want me to?” You parted your lips as you moved forward. Guiding his hands to fully grasp your waist on both sides. “Of course, I do.” With that, all of his restraints disappeared.

Jongdae:

Missing your date because practice ran late, that was a bit of an issue. It was the day you had both decided to celebrate your anniversary since he would be on tour when your actual anniversary was. As he walked in you saw the frown on his mouth. “I know you are upset.” His tone was tentative as he looked up. “Well there is no point in talking about it. I’m tired. And you need a shower.” The layer of sweat on his clothing was visible, as well as the slight dampness reflecting in the living room light. You made your way to the bedroom as he followed closely behind. “Please Jagi. I really tried to leave, but the manager just wasn’t having it. The comeback is so close and we need to get everything perfect.” You turned to look at him, raising your eyebrows, before going over to the dresser to change out of your fancier clothing. “I know it isn’t an excuse.” You nodded, “It definitely isn’t, since we had this planned for a while now. This is our three year, it isn’t some small thing.” You grabbed your pj’s and began undressing. Not caring what Dae saw or didn’t see. Your lacy lingerie caught his eye. He threw his bag on the floor and came up behind your mostly undressed form, kissing your neck. “The night isn’t over yet.” He did have a point. You could go out to eat another time. “You stink babe.” He giggled wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands making your bare skin tingle. “A shower does sound nice though,” you grinned as you turned around and kissed him while wrapping your arms around his neck and leading him to the bathroom. 

Chanyeol:

You had convinced Chanyeol to let you borrow his jeep for the day. You had to drive for some distance to go visit an old friend and didn’t want to take the subway or a taxi. You accidentally backed up into a post that was right on the edge of the curb. He had noticed the dent when he was dropped off at your apartment. “Y/N!?” His deep voice radiated throughout the house while you tried to hide yourself in the bedroom. He found you sitting on the bed, hugging your knees. “Care to explain why the hell there is a giant dent in my Jeep?” You pouted as you moved towards him. His angry form towering over your own. “It was an accident. I will fix it, I already called the shop and I can bring it tomorrow.” You pulled him into a hug but it took him a few moments to relax. His anger seemed to have disappeared as his hands began finding their way around your body. He pushed you back to get a good look at you, “You are fine though?” You nodded. “Good, as long as my baby is healthy, then everything is okay.” You grinned and he pressed his lips to your temple, then they found their way to your lips. His hands moving again, but not to check for injuries this time.

Kyungsoo:

Soo was having some actor colleagues over for dinner. The problem was that his practice was taking longer than he thought and he left some of the cooking duties to you. You had placed the meal into the oven on time, but had accidentally fallen asleep while sitting on the couch waiting for the timer to go off. The smell of burning is what woke you up. You sprang into action as you saw the smoke coming from the oven. The food was completely charred. The sound of the door closing is what alerted you to Kyungsoo’s arrival home. “Do I even want to know?” You placed the pan into the sink and opened the windows trying to waft the smoke outside. He turned on the fan and turned off the oven, covering his mouth with a small hand towel. He yelled at you not to breathe it in and go to the other room. Not wanting to make things worse, you did as you were told. Several minutes later he met you in the living room, a mean looking expression on his face. “So…” “I fell asleep, the time went off but I didn’t hear it. I’m so sorry Soo. I know how mice of an impression you wanted to make and I ruined it all.” “How could you fall asleep!?” You didn’t know how to respond, “I don’t know. My eyes just gradually closed and I…” “Just stop. We need to fix this. Is there anything else we could make in this time period?” You rattled off the recipes that you knew and he did the same. Then you both looked over the ingredients that you actually had available in the house. He was in the middle of angrily stirring when he got a message that they would have to reschedule. You were frosting a cake when he read it out loud. As you turned and wiped your hair out of the way, you left some of the sugary paste on your cheek. He walked over and took it off with his thumb, sucking it off afterwards. “Screw this whole thing.” You were a bit confused until he placed a hand behind your neck and kissed you deeply. His lips still tasting like frosting. “We have all night to clean up, you are coming with me.” His hand found yours, pulling you to the hallway leading to your bedroom.

Tao:

You had found your way to watching some fan-cams of your lovely boyfriend online. The most interesting ones were the ‘Adore’ fan-cams, the girl seemed to be Tao’s center of attention during the performances. “Interesting.” You knew the songs, of course you did. He would sing/rap them to you whenever you asked him to. Or if he was away for some time, you would play his CD on repeat. You didn’t realize he was home until his hands landed on your shoulders as he snuck up behind the couch. “And what have we been doing today?” You turned to look at him, giving an unhappy look. “Just watching some videos of you, well you and your background dancers. I think ‘Adore’ is the highlight. “Oh.” He knew that this was going to be a bit of a touchy subject since many of his female background dancers had tried to become more to him than just friends or employees. “Listen, she is a great dancer, that is why we have her. That and only that. Besides, I think she may have a boyfriend.” His words didn’t seem very convincing since due to the quizzical expression on his face. “Mhmm.” You just let him ramble on for some time until he ran out of things to say. “Why wasn’t I informed of this choreography?” He frowned while walking around to the front of the couch kneeling in front of you. “Because I didn’t think it was important. It is just a part of my job. You are much more important.” Now you had him where you wanted him, he usually didn’t get very soft at times like this. “Prove it.” He got up and gently pushed you down on the couch. “Whatever you say.”

Jongin:

He had been working himself too much recently. Not listening to your concerns, he returned home late once again, sweaty and a little sore. You had some fried chicken out on the table for him which he gratefully ate when he settled into the door. You didn’t want to start another argument on the subject but you needed to say something. “Was it just you?” He looked up chewing on a leg piece. “Yeah. Sehun stayed with me for a little bit after the rest of them left, but it was just me for the past two hours.” Why would he listen to his girlfriend, it isn’t like you were looking out for his best interest. “Jongin! We talked about this! It isn’t good for your body.” He was listening, you knew he was. But he didn’t respond for a while as you stared him down. After finishing his last piece of chicken and chugging a glass of water to refuel he looked at you again. “I know.” You waited for more but there was only silence. “Nini, is that all you have to say?” He stood up and pushed the chair back in, “I promise that I will cut down on the rehearsal when the comeback is done. Just give me until then.” You nodded but still glared at him, upset that he doesn’t just take a rest for a day or two. “But you do know what would be good for my body…” He moved to push you back against the fridge, pinning your hands to your sides.

Sehun:

“Could you look a little more enthused?” You were trying to teach your boyfriend something that he couldn’t get the hang of. His manager had mentioned how he would like him to look ‘happier’ during award shows. You said that it is just how Sehun is, there wasn’t really any changing it. But here you were, trying your best to help. “Imagine the camera is on you, what do you do?” His face was completely blank. “Babe?” He rolled his eyes. “I was trying to look fierce.” You giggled but that giggle made him upset. “I really am trying. How can I control my face!” You knew he had resting bitch face, that was part of what made your Sehun, Sehun. You were getting agitated as well. Just cause you were his girlfriend didn’t mean you could, or would want to change him. You had just given up when you snapped back at him. Which for some reason made him bite his lip and smirk. “What was that baby? I like it when you get sassy with me.” He stood up, not caring about the argument or the training any more. His hands finding their way to your waist and pulling you into him, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

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[38sr]

CBX Sticker Set freebie design for EXOrDIUM in NJ goodie bags! Proofs were just approved and are now printing.

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This is from one of my LA adventures. ⁠ ⁠ So I spent a large part of my adolescence in LA but I was really sheltered/restricted so I don't know much about the city. I've explored it more as an adult than I ever did when I lived there. ⁠😅 ⁠ This particular trip, my roomie had gotten tickets to a fashion show and one of the EXO members was going to be there. ⁠😍 ⁠ She is obsessed with EXO and all things k-pop and got me into the band so she'd have someone to fangirl with. ⁠😘 ⁠ Now, I have good luck (+1) and Nikki has very good luck (+2) so when we do things together, usually they tend to be epic. ⁠😎😎😎 ⁠ So, we had gotten a Flixbus up there (Around $12 for both of us) but the bus driver never showed up so we had to take the train ($70 for both of us). Flixbus comped our train tickets since the driver never showed. 🤑 So we got a much more comfortable ride up there. Laying back and riding in style. ⁠😎 ⁠ I work at a hotel as my day job and had booked a pretty cheap place anyway but when we got there, they had to walk us to another hotel which means we didn't have to pay for our room. 🤑 It was a much nicer property and they comped our breakfast. ⁠😎 ⁠ At the fashion show, she ended up getting an extra item in her goodie bag and I found an umbrella lol⁠ 😁 ⁠ It was all just absolutely amazing. A grand adventure and I loved it. ⁠ ⁠ #writing ⁠ #WritingCommunity ⁠ #writerslife ⁠ #writersofinstagram ⁠ #poetsofinstagram ⁠ #poetrycommunity ⁠ #ANewLeaf2020 ⁠ #EXO⁠ #Bestfriends⁠ https://www.instagram.com/p/B7JoR1-g_hb/?igshid=zsv3exg66gze

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“Smile Boy” Lee Seung Gi Captivates 2,000 Airens at the Final Stop Fan Meeting Tour [Vagabond Voyage] in Kuala Lumpur

‘Triple Threat Entertainer’ Lee Seung Gi returned to Kuala Lumpur last Saturday night as he was greeted by 2,000 Airens at Star Convention Centre, Menara PGRM. The Korean heartthrob made his comeback to Malaysia after 7 years, which was the last fan meeting in 2012 with [VAGABOND VOYAGE] as Kuala Lumpur was picked for his last and final pit stop to commemorate his 15th Years in Showbiz since his debut in 2004.

“Because you are my woman, I’ll call you by you, no matter what you say. So that you can feel me as a man, I’ll hold you tightly.”

Lee Seung Gi kicked off his tour by performing sentimental ballad from his early hits “Because You Are My Woman”. There is nowhere to look but the stage as your oppa makes his appearance and serenades fans with his melodic vocals. Without the distraction of a spectacle, the music and his sweetest voice shine together. Wearing a black wool coat with a pair of black trousers to complete his sleek, fans were surely hypnotized by his dashing good looks as the multi- talented entertainer greets fans with excitement.

For the second segment, the keyword revealed was “Variety”. Known to be awarded with the Daesang (Grand Prize) at the 2018 SBS Entertainment Awards, crediting him as the best entertainer of the year! The multi-talented star has participated in variety shows such as All The Butlers, Little Forest, and most recently Busted (Season 2). He also shared during the variety talk that each of his works in variety is different especially in Busted (Season 2) where the format of the show is not simple as it focuses on investigating and being on detective mode. He also reveals that he is close to EXO-Sehun (one of his co-star in Busted (Season 2).

Moving on, the screen displayed the last keyword which was “Vagabond”. Playing a role named “Cha Dal Gun” a stunt actor that seeks for justice after his nephew died in a plane crash. The actor shares that filming the action and fighting scenes were very hard and took a longer time filming particularly those scenes that took place in Morocco. A clip of his kiss scene with co-star Suzy is also played on screen, much to crowd’s delight. He also reveals that the process of filming a kiss scene was different from reality as it has to be simple and graceful. He also jokes that during filming a kiss scene, there were about 20 people in the room to monitor his acting. Hence, what is portrayed for audience was different from behind the scenes.

For the second half of the show, more interactive activities with fans are included. The second segment, “Entertainment Corner”, during the second segment, a video is displayed that highlighted some fun moments of Lee Seung Gi on variety show especially a part which showcases his outstanding basketball skills. The stage suddenly changes into a small ‘basketball court” as a portable basketball hoop is brought on the stage! As a challenge, he was tasked with throwing a mini basketball through a hoop 10 times in order for fans to win his autographed posters. He looked nervous and worried as it is not an easy task. As fans continue to cheer him, he manages to complete the impossible challenge! Well done, Seung Gi!

As we reach to climax with third segment, “Date With Lee Seung Gi”. Fans are able to see Seung Gi shows off his culinary skills as the stage changed into a live cooking show. Dressed with an apron as part of his “fashion”, he continues to make a Malaysian local food which is Popiah (spring rolls). At the beginning, he looked confident with ingredients and the process of making the food. Until he decides to add “cheese” in the ingredient which is not “your typical Popiah” and insists that “this is my style”. A lucky fan from Taiwan is chosen to receive the food and the atmosphere continues to heats up as Seung Gi personally feeds her a piece of it! Moving on, 14 random lucky fans are picked to play a guessing telepathy pose game with Lee Seung Gi. Divided into two teams of seven, the two teams will compete with each other as the screen displayed two different pose and each player is required to strike same pose as Seung Gi in order to win. At the end of the game, Team A is announced as the winner which receives a special goodie bag from Seung Gi. Not only that, he personally walks offstage to the left seating zone (Team A) and takes photo at each zone!

After an intimate session with fans, the lights starts to dim as he makes his way out of the stage to prepare for the final event. The lights finally came back as the actor- singer stood centre stage and a special video project made by Malaysian Airens is played on the screen. The hall is filled with pink glows from Airens lighstick and a surprise banner project showing the support and love by fans for Seung Gi. He continues to perform sentimental track titled “Return”. Prior to the performance of “Delete”, he expresses his gratitude towards his Airens by thanking them for sending him lots of loves.

He then closes the two-hour Fan meet with an energetic performance of “Smile Boy” and “Let’s Go On Vacation”. The piercing screams of the estrogen-fueled fans seeing Seung Gi on the stage, feels that the whole 2 hours of the show goes by fast.

Everything about the show feels fascinating and intimate as Seung Gi shares so many stories and plans for his future. Watching Seung Gi on stage, one couldn’t help but felt impressive with his efforts and stunning voice stole the show. It is beyond doubt, a unique and touching experience, and surely you will take a moment to reflect everything with your friends, or quietly on your own. Some people choose to use this post-show life to write reviews or upload photos in social media. While some, the idea of the next Seung Gi Fan Meet emerged and you’ll probably think of grabbing tickets! Till next time, Smile Boy. 

Special thanks to IMC Live Global for the invitation! Official photos credit: IMC Live Global More photos by MKF: https://www.facebook.com/127459160617304/posts/3074268229269701?sfns=mo