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Genre:Â Regency Gothic AU
Pairing:Â EXO x Reader
Summary:Â A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won't let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.
Part:Â 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5
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Lightning lit up the thin curtains covering the two small windows on either side of the carriage. Thunder rumbled and you felt it deep within your chest. Tugging your silk cloak closer, you closed your eyes and prayed that the driver would get you through the storm. There was no one to comfort you, to reassure you that a little rain and noisy sky wouldn't delay your journey.
Your father had insisted you take your sister or even a friend, but the two dayâs journey didnât seem consequential enough to need a companion. Besides, what would they have done once you arrived? Your elderly aunt had only asked for you. From what you could decipher from her letter, she needed you to be a companion as she traveled to the southernmost coastal town. Apparently, it was now the ultimate fashion to travel to for the summer. Just the idea of rolling waves made your stomach churn. But what was worse was who else would be thereâ
The carriage jolted to the right. You spread out your arms, only barely catching yourself from falling to the floor. No sane person would have endured such dangerous weather. This storm had come from nowhere. Skies blue and cloudless as you had ever seen bid you farewell in the late morning. Most of the day's journey had been uneventful. Then the joyful light faded. Thunder shook the walls of the carriage. Rain pounded on the roof. When would you reach the inn? Bile rose up in your throat, burning the sensitive tissue as the carriage continued to rock violently. The horses neighed over the sounds of the storm.Â
The carriage shifted hard to the left. And kept falling. You slammed into the door, nearly opening it with the force. You didn't know what was happening. The floor was now the wall and the wall the floor. A downward momentum made it impossible to stand. Screams ripped at your throat.
Then it stopped.Â
The rain continued to pour and the thunder roared on but the carriage was still. Your legs wobbled as you slowly stood. With your palms, you pushed open the door. The thin wooden panel clapped against the outside of the carriage. Immediately you were pounded by the storm. Large drops pelted your face, obscuring your vision. It was dark. You could tell that much. And there were trees. In every direction.Â
You climbed out of the carriage, calling for the driver. Your feet slipped in the mud, but you managed to keep your balanceâfor now. The mud was thick and sticky as you trudged to the front of the carriage.
 No. No, no, no. Both of the horses were gone. And so was the driver. Somehow, the carriage had fallen down a hill or ravine. With a storm this terrible, you needed to get to higher ground or risk possibly being carried awayâor drowning. Clawing and digging your hands and feet into the soaked dirt, you climbed the hard incline back to the road.Â
Once you could make out the road, you called for the driver again. No answer. He was nowhere to be found. You needed to find shelter. The storm gave no promise of letting up. You wouldn't survive the night in this forest, even if you went back into the carriage. The only choice was to find sanctuary. You stared in the direction you believed you came from. Nothing but trees and darkness. You turned to the other choice. All the sameâwait.Â
There was something... when lightning brightened up the sky. Your heart began banging in your ears. Spires, towers. Not trees. It was some distance away, but it was shelter nonetheless.Â
With near tears in your eyes, you picked up your skirtsâyour fingers numb from the coldâand hurried towards the castle that could be your saving grace.Â
*****
The manor was calm tonight. Odd, considering the amount of bodies roaming around these haunted halls. Only the beautiful storm outside and Chanyeol's sorrowful melody from the piano broke the silence. Jongin had draped himself over one of the arm chairs as he inspected the wine mixture within his goblet. The taste was⊠adequate. The cellar would need replenishing soon.
In the corner, a rather lax game of cards covered the small, round table. Minseok smirked at his winning hand. The faded wooden chips with bits of white painted around the edges were piling up in front of Yixing, who leaned back carelessly, sure of his next win. Little did either of them know that the youngest among them had a little... trick his sleeve. As the quickest, Sehun had perfected sleight of hand long ago. None had caught him yet.
A fire roared, coaling the usually gray and brown room in flickering orange. With how close he stood near the fireplace, Kyungsoo's silhouette was visible through his loose shirt. He leaned his palms on the mantel and let the warmth of the flames engulf him. Warmth was all they could feel after all these years. It could be an addiction so strong it was tempting to throw himself into the fire.Â
Junmyeon joined him at the fireplace, leaning his shoulders against the brick. The bite of the edge hardly registered in his mind. Pain of that measure... it was only a ghost that had nearly crossed over.Â
âSuch strong thoughts for a night like this.â
Kyungsoo didnât look from the fire, but raised a questioning eyebrow in response.Â
Junmyeon shrugged a single shoulder. âI canât read minds, but it's obvious you're turning something over more times than a praying rock.â
âIt's the same thoughts,â Kyungsoo murmured in his strange, monotone voice. âAlways the same thoughts.â
âOne day you will have to let it go,â Junmyeon sighed. âThis is our existence now. And forever will be.â
âAcceptance of the present doesnât erase the past.â
âBut it does make the present more enjoyable.â The red liquid sloshed against the rim of the goblet as Jongin draped an arm over Kyungsooâs shoulders. He wore a mischievous smile. A clear indicator of his true intention.Â
Junmyeon shook his head. âWeâre not going out tonight. Thereâs nothing out and about in this storm.â Hunting in these conditions would wield no trophies. Tomorrow would be a better night.Â
âJunâs no fun tonight,â Jongdae teased as he and Baekhyun emerged from the hallway.Â
âIf you want to go out in this mess,â Junmyeon waved towards the front door. âBe my guest. Just donât you dare get mud on the rugââ
Bang! Bang! Bang!
âHelp! Please! Help!â
Nine pairs of eyes snapped to the echoing sound. None moved.Â
Bang! Bang!Â
BANG!
One of the double doors burst open and a figure fell to the floor, landing on its knees and palms. It looked up. A flash of lightning illuminated the face.
The face of a beautiful young girl.Â
*****
Your knees vibrated when they hit the wooden floor. Water fell from your loose hair that clung to your cheeks. The chances of the door opening when you pushed on the handle had been lowâyet the barrier that kept you victim to the storm fell open and you crashed downward with it.Â
Greeting you in this strange hall were several men, their jaws hanging open in a mirror of your own surprise. More men appeared from a side parlor, curious as to who dared intrude on their evening. One, two, threeâyou counted nine total. Nine men. This was not idealâa bit terrifying, reallyâbut you didn't have a choice. The storm raged outside.
"P-please," you stammered past chattering teeth "The st-storm overturn-overturned the carriage.âÂ
The men stayed silent as they exchanged unreadable glances. One raised a questionable brow.Â
"Jongdae, go run a bath," ordered the man closest to you. One of the shorter residents nodded and disappeared into the darkness that led into the rest of the manor.Â
That's what this place was. A grand old manor, not a castle. Isolated. When you'd first run through the rusted iron gate, you'd feared it abandoned. A long dormant instinct whispered that you might have been better off if it had been.Â
The first man approached, each motion slow, deliberate, and hauntingly graceful. He crouched down in front of you and captured your frightened stare. The fear in you began to melt away. He was⊠beautiful. Obsidian fell over his forehead in gentle waves. His tunic was of a fashion your grandfather would have worn. There was something strange about this manâall of these men. Something... different.Â
"Let's get you warmed up." He held his hand out and you were up on your feet before you even realized your fingers were resting on his. "Don't worry," he murmured. "You're safe here. My name is Junmyeon."Â
You nodded, somehow believing him, but unsure if you should. Through your violent chattering, you managed to stammer out your name in response.Â
Bang!Â
You jumped at the sudden noise. One of the other men had somehow appeared behind you to shut the door you'd fallen through.Â
"Thank you, Yixing," the man beside you said. The one named Yixing nodded and then shifted his eyes to you. âCome.â A hand pressed into the space between your shoulder blades and guided you down the hall, leaving a trail of mud in your wake.
The man led you down several halls until you reached an unoccupied bedroom. Red blankets draped the oversized bed. Matching curtains hung limply from the canopy. All of the wood was a dark sort, rich in color but not quite welcoming like other, brighter woods.Â
Jongdae emerged from another door on the other side of the bedroom. Steam rolled out after him as if it were following him for its next set of orders. âAnything else?â he asked drily.Â
âNo, thank you.â
Jongdae strolled the from the room without a glance either of you and closed the door behind him. Your breath hitched in your throat. The two of you were⊠alone. It wasnât appropriate. It wasâŠ
You looked to the man still with you, fear causing your heart to pound painful against your chest. You tugged your cloak closer to you, but it was soaked from the rain. Shivers violently raced down your arms and spine. The man didnât seem to notice as he walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a long white cloth.Â
âThese should suffice for tonight.â He held up the cloth for you to see. A nightgown. An old one by the cut of it, though thankfully it hadnât been devoured by moths or mice. âIf you need anything else, donât hesitate to ask.â
You nodded. âThank you.âÂ
He visibly suppressed a laugh at your small voice and waved you into the adjoining bathroom. Taking the nightgown, you tried your best to avoid his gaze. You scurried inside and shut the door.Â
*****
Junmyeon smirked at your mousy state. It was understandable why you were so frightened. The women of this period were warned of being alone with a man. And now you were alone with nine.Â
Nine very dangerous men.Â
The proper action for him to take was to leave your room now that you were safe inside the bathroom, but his feet didnât move. Somehow, the storm had stranded you in their forest. What had happened to the driver, he wondered. Surely a gentlewoman such as yourself was not controlling the carriage. And yet, you were all alone. Circumstances were⊠ideal.
A small hiss echoed in the bathroom. It stretched out, along with the sound of sloshing water. Junmyeon frowned.Â
Hm.
He stood there for a few minutes more, listening to you sigh as your skin grew used to the scalding water. The sound of soap scraping against skin reached his ears, followed by more sloshing water. Soon, you would be getting out of the tub. Time to leave.Â
He emerged from the bedroom, careful to close the door as quietly as possible. Everyone had gathered out in the hallway since they were too curious about their visitor to go about their night. Junmyeon found Jongdae blending in with the cluster. He glared at him as he hissed, "The water was too hot."Â
Jongdae merely shrugged. Why would he care about water possibly being too hot? It would never hurt him.Â
On the opposite end of the group, Yixing cleared his throat. "What are we going to do with her?"
Junmyeon glanced at the door behind him. There was only one best option, for all their sakes. "Tomorrow morning, we will send her on her way."Â
The eruption was instant.Â
âEnough!â
In an instant, the hissing ceased.Â
Baekhyun huffed and folded his arms against his chest, collapsing against the wall. Jongin scoffed. "Such a waste."Â
âA waste that will keep this household from tearing itself apart,â Junmyeoun countered. It was an outcome none of them wanted. No one wanted to cause a fight, but resisting was difficult. The temptation was great. The quicker you left, the better off they would all be.Â
"Do you really think itâll end so well?" Minseokâs mocking comment hung in the air. Silent agreements rippled through the air.Â
Junmyeon looked to Kyungsoo, whose answer was to look away. "No one touches her," he ordered. They all would try, he knew. But their strength would only get them so far. He stared down a few of them especially, so they knew he meant it.
Sehun pushed off the wall with a roll of his eyes. "Just get her out of here so I can get some peace."Â
Junmyeon started to call after him but was interrupted by a soft thud from the room behind him. Confused, he opened the door to find you lying on the floor.
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Kinktober Day 24 - Yandere!Eros!Jongin + Possession & Body Worship
@stopaskinf Said: Yandere! Eros! Kai or bangchan, which calls to you, with possession and body worship. A/n: Before anyone comes at me and is like "WHAT IF THEY MEANT TXT KAI?!?!?!" I received this particular prompt before I opened kinktober to include txt. Plus, Jongin just fits the prompt so well, just the sensuality alone... oof... anyways, I hope you enjoy! I know I did heehee đ€ Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Yandere, Monster Features Word Count: 2,580 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist
White, fluffy clouds surround you all around in this beautiful paradise of his creation. High up in the sky, the sun shines vibrantly, casting its warm glow upon your skin as you rest upon the softest of cushions. A stream gently trickles nearby, white columns surrounding the sacred temple you currently reside in.Â
A place only reserved for him, and now you.
Not a single other soul is around. No one to interrupt, or to disturb your peace as he finally gets to take his time with you. Just as he had planned it. Just as it has always been intended to be.
After all, his sanctuary is only meant for you.
Jonginâs touch is soft, caressing your skin as if it is the most delicate crystal he has ever had the pleasure to hold. Not an inch of you goes unexplored, devoting himself to finding out every little thing that makes your breath hitch, and your heart stutter. His hands are warm, tingles erupting beneath his fingertips everywhere he traces over your body.
He is entranced, and he is unashamed to say it.
âYou are absolutely breathtaking, My Love,â He sighs out, his eyes fluttering in bliss.
A tender smile pulls at your lips, whole body heating at his honeyed words. Multiple times he has vowed to never lie to you, and given how earnestly his eyes shine with admiration and devotion for you and you alone, you believe every word that falls from his plush lips.
âThe most perfect beauty I have ever had the blessings to lay my eyes upon.â He keeps his voice steady, a gentle timbre as his hands trace up the sides of your body.
Pleasant shivers run down your spine, and you find yourself arching into his touch. Itâs been like this for hours now. Slow hands adorn your skin, stripping you of clothing piece by piece, and drinking in every inch of your exposed figure with the utmost care. After each piece is removed, he then starts the whole process of worshiping you over, and over again.
Soft, graceful wings flutter behind him as he strips you of your underwear. Pure white feathers flare out, his pupils dilating in adoration as he takes in the sight of you completely bare beneath him. Never has he seen such a wondrous, flawless piece of artwork beneath him, and the fact that you are his only serves to make his head spin.
âAbsolutely stunning.â He whispers, completely mesmerized by you for the moment.
Carefully, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. âI could say the same thing about you.â
Jonginâs heart positively leaps for joy inside of his chest. A tender, loving smile to mirror your own pulls at his lips, eyes clouding with that all too familiar desire and devotion the longer he goes simply staring down at you. His bare chest heaves with each breath, trembling hands back to tracing along your skin.
Again, he starts his whole process over from the very beginning.
Sliding his touch to the back of your calf, Jongin gently lifts your leg beside his head. Carefully, he places your ankle onto his shoulder, turning his head to press his lips against your skin. He lets his kiss linger, lashes fluttering in bliss at the feel of your warmth beneath his lips.
âThere is not an inch of you that I do not desire.â He breathes out, slowly beginning to trail kisses up your leg. With each press of his lips, he lets his touch linger, breathing in your scent eagerly. His eyes flick upwards to your own. âYou are so fucking perfect, My Beauty.â
Something deep within him purrs at the thought, his gaze darkening as he admires your pure, unfiltered form laying beneath him.
âMy Beauty.â A pleased rumble shakes his chest, wings flaring lightly behind him. âAll mine to admire⊠Mine to worship as I pleaseâŠâ
âJongin-âÂ
His name is but an airy gasp upon your lips, eyes hooded in bliss as he coos in content.
âThatâs it, Baby,â Placing your one leg back down, he is quick to repeat the same actions to the other. âOnly you get to say my name like this. Only your beautiful lips are worthy to speak it. For there is no other sound more fulfilling than that of My Beauty calling out for me, and me alone.â
The sound of his lips pressing kisses along your thigh echoes around the area, soft groans accompanying each movement. His eyes flutter shut, nuzzling into you affectionately the closer he gets towards the apex of your thighs. Just before he reaches your precious cunt, aching and dripping for him, he pulls away.
A small whimper escapes your lips, squirming beneath his touch. The way he chuckles as he slides his hands up the curves of your body has you shivering in anticipation.
You crave more, and Jongin is gladly willing to comply each and every time.
Lightly, he traces his touch over the skin of your stomach lovingly before heâs taking one of your hands into his own. Leaning in, he places a kiss onto the back of your palm, beginning the same process of trailing his lips up your arm. Again, not a single inch is left untouched, his nose tracing along your veins as he smiles against your inner forearm.
The way your free hand comes up to gently brush against the skin between his wings makes him moan. His eyes fall shut, hips jerking forward involuntarily as you begin to massage the spot on his back where his wings protrude.
âYouâre not the only one who admires the other.â Your tender admission sends a jolt of pleasure racing down his spine, pride swelling inside of his chest.
âIâm all yours, My Beauty.â He nibbles lightly at the skin of your shoulder. Turning his head, he peeks up at you through his lashes, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. âEvery part of me belongs to you.â
A pleased hum escapes you as you comb your fingers lightly through his feathers. âMine.â
Immediately, his hips jerk forwards again, pressing himself right between your legs. You can feel how hard he is, cock straining against his slacks as a shameless moan tumbles from his lips.
âYours.â The affirmation is but a pleasant sigh upon the air. âAs you will always be mine, My Love.â
Your expression softens, a tender smile pulling at your features. âYours, Jongin.â
Another pleased rumble shakes his chest, lips trailing kisses across your collarbones and beneath your neck. He nuzzles into you affectionately.
âI could never grow tired of hearing you say that.â
A playful nip is given to your opposite collarbone, continuing his path of kisses down your other arm. His one hand gently soothes over your side, holding onto you so delicately as he begins to roll his hips against your own.
The blissful sigh you let out is simply music to his ears.
Placing a lingering kiss onto your palm, Jongin soon pulls away from you. His tender gaze trails over every inch of your exposed body, taking in the sight of you spread beneath him once more. Excitedly, his wings twitch behind him, lowing himself over you in order to begin tracing his lips over the skin of your stomach.
Greedily, his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you even closer into him. His tongue comes out to lave over your skin, nosing along every dip and curve of your body. Low, pleased hums escape him, along with even more of the same sultry and sweet praises heâs been singing to you since he started this very act. Admiration is too tame a word to describe how he looks at you right now, let alone how he is treating you. What he feels for you is beyond even his comprehension, and he will spend every single day for the rest of eternity proving to you just how much you mean to him.
And, oh, how he worships you.
Slowly, his hands slide up your body, shifting to cup your breasts. An appreciative squeeze is given to your flesh, his dark eyes peeking up at you playfully as he begins to trail kisses up your body. Again, his tongue darts out to taste your skin, thumbs flicking against your nipples before beginning to gently circle over the pert buds.
Another blissful moan escapes you, eyes fluttering shut as you revel in his touch. You arch into him, hands coming up to cover his own over your breasts as he massages your flesh so tenderly. Gently, your thumbs begin tracing over the backs of his hands, squirming beneath his every ministration.
Eagerly, Jongin watches your every movement, drinking in your reactions as if you are his oasis and he has been stranded in the desert for months. His thumbs continue to circle over your nipples, squeezing your breasts together as he buries his face between them.
Taking a deep breath in, Jongin absolutely revels in your scent. A shuddering moan escapes him as he exhales, nuzzling into you affectionately.
âSo soft, Baby.â He coos, lips burning a path of feather-light kisses against the swells of your breasts. âLove the feeling of you in my hands⊠Could worship you for hours.â
A moan slips passed your lips, hips beginning to shift beneath him. The ache in your core is almost unbearable at this point, body burning with desire and need the longer he touches you. Only, right now, you crave his touch somewhere much more intimate. Otherwise, you might just go insane.
âWant you-â A choked whimper escapes you, pawing at him lightly in attempts to pull him further up your body. âNeed you-â
You nearly let out a sob in need, your core throbbing along with every pulse of your heart. There is an innate desire to feel all of him against you, craving his touch in new ways. Ways in which you never thought possible before.
The corner of Jonginâs lips quirks upwards as he feels you beginning to shake with desire. A pride unlike anything heâs ever felt before swells in his chest, a low growl permeating the air. The fact that he has made you this desperate, this needy for him makes his head spin.
Who is he to deny His Angel?
Agonizingly slow, Jongin sinks to his knees. His hands skim down your body, wings fluttering behind him as he settles your thighs over his shoulders. Lightly, his fingertips tease over your skin, brilliant feathers tickling over your flesh as he draws in closer.
âYou have me, Baby.â He breathes out so lowly, nothing but adoration dripping from his loving gaze. âYou will always have me.â
With those words, heâs leaning into you.Â
A chaste kiss is placed over your clit, a smile tugging at his lips as you whimper beneath his touch. Not even a moment later, his tongue comes out to part your folds, moaning shamelessly as the taste of you floods his every sense.
His eyes roll to the back of his head, pressing himself deeper into you as he loses all sense of composure. He meant to take things slow, to continue such a languid pace and show you every inch of his devotion to you. Only, the sweet nectar that drips onto his tongue intoxicates him, making him immediately crave more.
Your thighs threaten to close around his head as he suddenly buries his tongue as deeply as he can inside of you. The way he begins swirling that soft muscle around your cunt, nose pressing firmly into your clit has another moan tumbling from your lips. Each movement over you is met with pleased groans and low growls, the likes of which reverberate against your core and send pleasant shivers racing up your spine.
Jonginâs grip is the firmest itâs ever been when caressing your skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, wings draped over your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer. His tongue explores every inch of your cunt that he can reach, listening closely to every hitch in your breath, and every stutter of your heartbeat. He needs to know exactly how to please you, which movements have you sighing and moaning his name the loudest.
If you arenât trembling beneath his touch, screaming his name out in ecstasy to every corner in Olympus by the time heâs finished with you, then he truly has not accomplished anything, yet.
Eyes shining with pure devotion gaze upon you as he wraps his lips around your clit. Eagerly, he suckles at that pert little bud, flicking his tongue over it in the next second.
Moans and high pitched whines escape you, along with chants of his name. Your one hand buries itself into his hair, keeping him pressed against you as your nails scratch against his scalp. The way he moans against you each time you tug him closer lets you know that heâs enjoying this just as much as you are right now. Possibly even more.
Flattening his tongue, Jongin begins drawing circles over your clit. His hot breath fans over your cunt, wings fluttering over your thighs and causing his feathers to tickle your skin. He reaches up with his one hand, desperately seeking out your own.
You can feel that coil tightening within your lower stomach, getting closer and closer to snapping with each flick of his tongue over your clit. His name falls like a prayer from your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you eagerly meet his touch halfway.
The moment his fingers intertwine with your own, squeezing your hand so delicately, you feel yourself fall right over the edge.
With a slight hitch in your breath, your eyes are rolling as your back arches from the intensity of your orgasm. Nothing but pure euphoria floods your veins, whole body shaking as your thighs close around his head. All you can manage is desperate cries of his name, high pitched whines escaping you in tandem.
Low, pleased groans echo alongside your own. Fingers tighten in your own, holding you to him as he suckles every last ounce of pleasure from you with his lips wrapped around your clit. Soon, the tip of his tongue is flicking against that sensitive little nub, keeping you suspended in pleasure for as long as he can as he grounds you to him.
Finally, as you settle yourself back down to catch your breath, he pulls away.
âYou did-â A kiss is placed to your inner thigh. âSo well-â Another. âFor me.â A pleased rumble shakes his chest, his free hand sliding lovingly over your side. âSuch perfection, My Love⊠I could never tire of watching you come for me.â
A soft hum is all that he receives in return, not trusting your voice to speak for the moment.
Still, he continues to place tender kisses against the skin of your thigh, nuzzling against you affectionately. Something within his eyes makes your heart skip a beat when you meet his gaze. A look youâve never seen before. One that is full of a deep, dark lust and a very primal desire.
Again, the brush of his feathers tickles the skin of your thighs.
âYou are the very sky, My AngelâŠâ He breathes out, leaning into you once more. His eyes flash, tightening his grip over you possessively. âLet me continue to paint you with the stars of my love.â
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me thinks jongin
Killer!AU + âMy tongue still remembers the way you taste.â + Degradation
(thinking reader who got away x killer if you wanna play w that)
killer!jongin x fem!reader || dialogue: "my tongue still remembers the way you taste." || kinks: degradation, fingering, bondage/restraints || warnings: mentions of killing, degrading names, talk of mental health, DARK so don't read if you are uncomfortable || wc: 760~
please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT
His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek when he sees you before him, the sight of you even more exquisite than what he remembers. The memory of when you were last caught in his trap seems like a lifetime ago but that was because he was young, inexperienced and you were so sweet and innocent â he was too gentle with you.
A mistake he hasnât made since.
Your wrists are bound this time, tied to the headboard while your eyes watch as Jongin slowly undresses himself. You remember him too, a haunting nightmare that slowly started to turn into a twisted fantasy as you got older. Maybe youâre insane for liking this, maybe you should have gone to therapy but there was something about the thrill and the danger of him that had you searching for the man who tried to kill you after he made you see stars.
Maybe that was it, maybe your sex life has been so dull and bland since that night that you needed the darkness that came with him.
âMy tongue still remembers the way you taste,â Jongin says in a deep voice, a low baritone that sends shivers right to your core. âI remember how sweet you sounded as you came around my fingers, how you begged for more like it was the air you breathed.â Heâs naked in all his glory and you try to rub your thighs together for friction â only to remember heâs got your ankles tied too, legs spread apart. His hands trace along your body until he stands next to you, one hand massaging your breast while the other strokes his solid cock.Â
âY-you remember me?â You donât know why youâre surprised by this but you had assumed that he would have forgotten you in the midst of all his other exploits.
Nodding his head, he wets his lips, âyou never forget your first.â He chuckles when your eyes widen, âyouâre the only one to ever escape. The one who got away.â Jongin moves his hand down to your core, watching your face as you anticipate the stretch from his fingers. âSuch a desperate little whore, arenât you?â A warmth spreads across your face at the way he says those words, degrading but said with such a softness that you arenât offended â it turns you on even more. âWhyâd you come back?â
Those are the words that you are wondering yourself, the words that you are thinking at this very moment as fingertips tease along your hips and have you trying to encourage him lower. You could tell him the one reason that youâve figured out, that you want to see stars once more but anyone could do that right? Anyone who is open and willing to indulge you could have your body grow limp as you shudder beneath them but⊠âI canât stop thinking about youâŠâ
Jongin barks out a harsh laugh as his fingers unexpectedly push into your dripping core. Itâs amusing how wet you are, how easy you are when youâve been through this and know how this will end. âSo eager and willing to give yourself up for one night of pleasure?â He curls his fingers and presses them against your g-spot, giving you no time to relish in the feeling as he gives you what youâve been wanting. Craving. âYouâd let me do anything I want to you, wouldnât you? My sweet little slut, so messed up that you think fucking the man who tried to kill you once is the only way to feel good.â His words are spoken like heâs talking to a loved one but the words themselves hit you in a way that you cannot describe.
You should hate it but you canât. You shouldnât want this but you do. It shouldnât make you want more but fuck, youâre crying out for it as he has you on the edge of your first orgasm.
âPathetic.â He scoffs, pulling his fingers from you and smirking as your eyes open in disbelief, body trying hard to tip over the edge without the previous stimulation. He brings those fingers to his lips as he tastes you, humming pleasantly as he remembers your first time together. âYou are as sweet as I remember.â
Maybe he wonât kill you afterwards, the thought crosses his mind as he looks down at you and thinks about how heâll never be able to get his fill again if he does. Maybe he wonât kill you but heâs certainly not letting you go again.
Not that you want him to.
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Obsession (2)
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader
Warning: Stalking, Threatening, Launguage
Word Count: 3.8k
Part One
It had been a little over a week since you and Chanyeol fucked, and it had been radio silence. You had hoped he would have texted you by now, but you didn't want to come across as that needy girl. So you kept it cool, until you couldn't keep that cool any longer.
âOh my god!â Jennie yells. âDid you hear the latest news?â She asks, rolling her eyes. You had been invited for a night out at Baekhyun's apartment with everyone in your new friends group. You had partially expected Chanyeol to have been there and when he wasn't you were disappointed. You liked him and wanted you get to know him more, you also wouldn't have minded fucking around with him again.
âWhat!?â Lisa asks. Everyone was intently staring at Jennie, impatiently waiting to hear what she had to say.
âA little birdy told me that Chanyeol and Maya got back together.â She says, trying to stifle a giggle. Every single person that sat around Baekhyun's living room table groaned so loudly. Sehun, Baekhyun and Jisoo started fake sobbing, Jongin threw his head back in frustration, Lisa started to pretend to gag, while Kyungsoo began muttering about how he had to go back to avoiding Chanyeol.
You, on the other hand, sat there in complete shock. He had a girlfriend? How long has this been going on?
âWhat's wrong with her?â You ask, glancing at the dramatic group around the table.
âLet's just say, Maya is..â Baekhyun pauses.
âInsufferable.â Kyungsoo sighs.
âStuck up.â Jisoo adds.
âFucking annoying.â Lisa says.
âShe's like the worst possible human in the world.â Jongin says. âI don't know how he puts up with her.â
You nod your head, you didn't have anything else to say. You felt hurt and confused. Your hands played with the full shot glass that sat in front of you. Just as Sehun was about to say something, the front door opens and in walks Chanyeol with a big smile on his face.
âHey guys, what are we talking about?â He asks, plopping down on the floor, across the table from where you and Jongin sat. You felt the anger bubble up inside of you, and even though you had planned on saying nothing, words came out of your mouth.
âOh, just talking about how you have a girlfriend.â You say, looking up at Chanyeol, staring him in the eyes. They go wide, as if he's a deer in headlights.
âOh, uh.â He chuckles. âYeah, surprise, Maya and I got back together.â He says, looking away from you to avoid eye contact. You continued to stare at him, you hoped he could feel your stare burning into him.
âBut why?â Baekhyun asks. âWhy would you do that?â
âWhat's wrong with her?â Chanyeol laughs.
You were uncomfortable. You were sad, mad, annoyed. Every emotion was felt right at this moment, and it was like Jongin could sense it. He moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him. He turns his head to whisper in your ear. âYou okay?â He asks. You continued to look at Chanyeol who was now eyeing up you and Jongin, trying to process why his arm was around you.
âUh huh.â You whisper back, breaking off the eye contact with Chanyeol. You gave Jongin a small half smile, hoping he would stop questioning you but that didnât work. For the next 45 minutes, every few minutes you would catch Jongin looking at you, you could tell that he was questioning how quiet you were, wondering why and why you wouldn't tell him. Youâd finally had enough social interaction for the night and decided to go.
âIâm going to head out right away.â you announce. âJust using the bathroom first.â you finish, walking towards the bathroom. You stepped outside to see Chanyeol standing outside the bathroom door, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.
âYouâre ignoring me.â he says, looking over at you.
âYou have a girlfriend.â you say back. âWere you together..when..â you pause.
âNo!â he exclaims. âNo.. I, uh, met up with her afterwards. That's who had texted me..and we got back together that night.â he finishes. You can feel the tears threatening to fall. You didnât want to cry over him, it totally wasn't worth it.
âGreat, I'm happy for you.â you say, walking away from him. You grab your jacket, and again, Chanyeol stands in front of you.
âLet me walk you home.â he says, grabbing his jacket.
âNah man, you stay. I already told her I would take her. Donât worry, I'll make sure sheâs safe.â Jongin says, coming up behind you. He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you towards the door. You were grateful for Jongin, but you really hoped he wasnât getting the wrong idea. The two of you chatted about anything and everything on your walk, he made you laugh - hard. You continued to laugh all the way to your front door. Unlocking your door, you look at Jongin.
âThank you.â you smile. âReally.â
âAnytime, Y/N. and look..â he pauses. âI donât know what's going on between you and Chanyeol, but just know you deserve more.â he finishes, flashing a dazzling smile before starting to walk away.
âWait!â You call out. He turns around. âYou know?â you ask him.
âI had a feeling,â he says. âGood night.â he finishes, walking away. You walk into your apartment, feeling exhausted. You didn't realize how much of a toll this night had taken on you until you laid in your bed. You hadn't even taken your clothes off, but you didnât have the energy any longer, swiftly falling asleep.
You woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. As you crawled out of your bed you heard a loud banging at your door. Looking out the peephole, you didn't see anyone there, so you opened up your door, only to see a dozen purple tulips sitting outside your door. A smile spreads across your face as you look for a note.
Miss me yet?
Your smile faded just as fast as it had appeared. You stared at the note, a very uneasy feeling pulsing through your body. You brought the flowers inside, took a deep breath before deciding what you were going to do. You walked into your kitchen, dumping the flowers and the note into the garbage can before heading back to your bed. You'd already had enough for today. All day, you lounged around, your phone was off, you ate and watched shitty movies. You cried, you laughed, you slept. It was the perfect day before classes on Monday, you were dreading them already. You were not taking anything easy, and your entire body was a ball of stress.
Monday you had minimal interaction with anyone, you went to classes, had lunch with the group, went home to study and work on papers and it was the exact same on Tuesday. When Wednesday rolled around, you were so excited. The week was almost done, not to mention the group had decided to do a Friday Friend Dinner every other Friday, and this week it was on. Drinks and good food, you couldn't wait. Kyungsoo was an amazing cook, you often craved his food.
You were walking to your class, when out of nowhere you're yanked to the side. You looked over only to see Mark standing there with a smile on his face.
âHi baby.â He says, leaning in closely. You try to back up, but you back straight into a pillar. âDid you like the flowers I sent you?â He smiles, moving closer. âI've been waiting all week for you to thank me for them. It hurts me that you haven't done that yet, Y/N.â He finishes, his smile dropping.
âOh!â You say, forcing a smile. You were trying so hard to not show him any fear even though it was radiating through your entire body. âI didn't realize it was you. There was no name on it. They're so beautiful, Mark, thank you.â You smile. You needed him to calm down and let you go without an issue. You watch his facial expressions, he was getting angrier.
âWho else would they have been from?â He snaps. âAre you seeing someone else?â
You didn't know what to say. He stares at you as the panic sets in. Your body is trembling as he gets closer. You let your instincts take over, pushing him away from you.
âLeave me alone.â You scream. He rushes back towards you, slapping his hand over your mouth, stopping you from screaming anymore. Before you can react, Mark is pulled off of you, thrown down to pavement. You look over to see Chanyeol standing there, huffing as he stares down at Mark.
âDidn't I tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself?â Chanyeol yells. He goes to you, grabbing your hand to pull you away. He takes you out into the open, and you see a blonde girl standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
âChanyeol.â You breathe. âThank you.â
He looks at you concerned. âHas he been bothering you alot?â He asks.
âNo, no. He sent me flowers on Sunday, with a note but no name attached. I guess he was mad that I didn't thank him.â You explain. âI'm sure he's gotten the message now.â You half smile. You were trying to be okay but you weren't. Your body shook, you felt like you were still in shock. You looked over at the girl who looked even more unimpressed with you.
âHi.â You smile, holding out your hand. âI'm Y/N.â You say.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. You retracted your hand feeling uncomfortable now. She looks at Chanyeol with a pout. âYou let go of my hand to help her, Channie.â She says. âI'm so sad now.â
Chanyeol sighs. âI'm sorry Maya, do you want me to buy you something?â He asks. She perks up, grabbing his hand to pull him away, spewing on about some purse she wanted.
You already hated her.
Thursday, you didn't go to your classes. You stayed curled up in bed, answering the calls from Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, Baekhyun, Jongin and even Kyungsoo, asking you if you were okay and what they could do for you. You were eternally grateful for all of them and how much they cared for you. They had asked you if you wanted to postpone your friend's dinner, but you didn't want to. It was something that you desperately needed to try and take your mind off your Mark situation.
Friday comes, and starts off better. You went to your classes that day. It wasn't until you looked at your phone, did your heart sink, and your anxiety flared up.
[From Unknown - 8:45am] I like your outfit today. You look so cute.
[From Unknown - 8:49am] I hope your first class goes well. I miss you.
You slipped your phone in your pocket, trying to focus on your lecture. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating the entire time you were in your hour and a half class. After it ends, you pull out your phone to read some of them.
[From Unknown - 9:07am] Please text me back.
[From Unknown - 9:10am] it's really not nice to ignore someone.
[From Unknown - 9:17am] Please, baby.
You deleted all the messages, only reading a few of them. You didn't want to deal with this. Maybe eventually he would get the hint. And he did, only until the afternoon.
[From Unknown - 2:47pm] I miss your smile. You looked so happy taking in the warm sun as you were walking.
[From Unknown - 2:52pm] Did you take a picture of the sky for your IG? I can't wait for you to post it.
You ignored them again, putting your phone into your pocket as you headed to your last class of the day. The hour went by quickly, with no excessive buzzing coming from your pocket. You were relieved but that didn't last long. As you made your way to Kyungsoo's apartment, the texts continued, and got progressively worse.
[From Unknown - 4:59pm] I don't fucking appreciate this.
[From Unknown - 5:04pm] You are being a goddamn cunt right now, Y/N.
[From Unknown - 5:07pm] ANSWER ME!!
[From Unknown - 5:11pm] I'm sorry, baby. I just miss you so much. Please answer me.
You sigh as you knock on the door of Kyungsoo's apartment, finishing reading the last message.
âHey.â Kyungsoo smiles, opening the door. You walk into the most delightful smells, immediately causing you to forget about the texts. âYou can join the others in the living room.â He says, heading back to the kitchen. You take your coat off, following the sound of laughter into the living room.
âY/N.â Everyone yells, all happy to see you. You say hi to everyone, looking at Jongin, who mouths âsorry.â To you before you see Chanyeol with his arm around Maya on the couch. You wanted to roll your eyes so fucking badly. But your phone began to vibrate.
[From Unknown - 5:27pm] I can't wait to pin you down, kissing your body all over.
[From Unknown - 5:33pm] I'm going to make you cum so many times from my fingers when I finally get you in my bed. Do you want that baby?
You can feel the tears starting. Why won't he stop?
You press the phone button to call and scream at him but it won't connect. âThis number is no longer in service.â
Maybe he deactivated it.
[From Unknown - 5:46pm] I hope you're not fucking Chanyeol or Jongin baby. I'll have to punish you for that.
[From Unknown - 5:54pm] Would you like that baby? I'm going to tie you up and punish you. I don't like being ignored.
[From Unknown - 5:56pm] Y/N. ANSWER ME.
[From Unknown - 5:59pm] I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.â
You couldn't take it anymore. The tears fell as Kyungsoo walked into the living room.
âY/N?â He asks, glancing around at everyone else. You completely break down, sobbing into your knees.
âHey, what's going on doll?â Lisa asks, moving towards you. You slide your unlocked phone towards her, allowing her to read the messages as you sniffle.
âWhat the fuck.â She gasps.
âWhat? What do they say?â Everyone asks.
âCan I read them out?â Jongin asks you. You hide your face but nod your head. You didn't want to deal with this shit alone.
âHoly shit. He talks about what she's wearing today and gets mad at her for not responding.â He pauses. âI can't wait to pin you down, kissing all over your body.â He reads out. You look up, every single person there was pissed beyond measure. Except for Maya, who rolled her eyes at every text.
âY/N answer me.. I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.â He finishes in a whisper.
No one says a thing. Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo hug you tightly until Baekhyun pipes up. âWho wants to go hunt this mother fucker down and make him wish he never met our precious Y/N?â He says.
Everyone jumps up agreeing, including Chanyeol. Maya scoffs loudly at him
âWhat the fuck, Chanyeol?â She yells.
âHere we go.â Baekhyun laughs.
âYou're going to protect her again? What about me? I actually matter.â She says, pouting again.
âY/N matters too.â Chanyeol tells her. âShe's important to me. As are all my friends.â He says.
âSo I'm not as important as this fucking thing whose scared of a few little texts? Like grow up.â She yells at you.
âWho are you calling a thing, bitch?â Lisa snaps, standing up.
âMiss fucking cry baby over there.â Maya yells.
âMaya!â Chanyeol yells, his voice booming through the house. âShut the fuck up.â He snaps. He glares at her, she tries to stand tall but she cowers under him. âGet your stuff. We're leaving.â He yells. âNOW.â He booms. She rushes out of the room without a word. Chanyeol mutters a âsorryâ towards the group before slamming the door behind him.
The group sits in silence.
âHas anyone EVER heard Chanyeol yell that loud!?â Baekhyun asks, jumping up onto the couch. âI mean sure he's loud during game nights but holy shit.â
âliterally never.â Jisoo says, her eyes still wide.
Kyungsoo looks at you. âHave you gone to the cops?â He asks.
âYeah, you really should.â Lisa and Jennie urge.
âI have.â You sniffle. âThey can't do anything for me until he physically hurts me.â You cry. âApparently covering my mouth to stop me from screaming isn't enough.â
âThat's messed up.â Kyungsoo sighs. âYou shouldn't be alone. You need to stay with someone.â
âShe can stay with me.â Chanyeol announces, walking into the living room.
âWhat happened?â Baekhyun asks.
âI ended things. For good.â Chanyeol says to everyone, before turning to look at you. âY/N I am so sorry for the way she spoke to you. That was uncalled for and not fair.â He whispers with his head down. âYou didn't deserve that.â
âThank you.â You sniffle. âYou didn't have to break up with her though.â
Baekhyun laughs out loudly, making everyone else laugh along.
âYeah I did. It was time. I can't be with someone like that, I wasn't really into it anyways.â
Your phone buzzes again on the table.
[From Unknown - 7:08pm] I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me. Just talk to me.
Chanyeol picks up your phone, reading the message. He holds out his hand for you to pull you up. âWe're going to go to Y/N's apartment and grab her things. I'll let you all know when we've made it safely back to my place.â He says. You go around the group giving everyone a hug while saying thank you to them. You didn't know what you would do without such great friends. you and Chanyeol didn't say much on the drive to your apartment. You were exhausted and just wanted to rest but you knew it wasn't going to come easily tonight. You and chanyeol head up to your front door, you unlock the door, letting him in first before you lock it back up behind you. You felt too paranoid to leave anything to chance. Chanyeol chuckles as he walks towards the table, patting it with the palm of his hand.
âThis is a solid table.â He smirks. You roll your eyes at him, heading into your bedroom. quickly you find a bag, shoving your clothes into it, grabbing everything you can think of right now that you would need. You grabbed your charger and your laptop, and just as you thought you had everything, you heard a loud, rapid banging on your front door. You freeze. Chanyeol puts his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He waves you back into the room, mouthing for you to hide. Quietly, he creeps up to the door as the banging continues. He looks out the peephole, all he can see is black hair.
âYes?â He says, his voice loud and deep.
âWhere's Y/N?â He asks. You can hear Mark's voice.
âShe's not here. You need to leave.â Chanyeol announces. âShe's not interested in you. You need to move on.â
âHah. I need to move on? She and I are meant to be together. You tell her I'll see her soon.â Mark yells, leaving Chanyeol's view. He opens the door slightly, making sure that Mark is actually gone. Chanyeol calls you out of the room, tears streaming down your face. He wraps his arm around you, taking you out of your apartment, heading for his car. You were terrified that Mark was going to be out there waiting for you. But he wasn't. Chanyeol opened the car door for you, you got in, placing your bag on the floor.
The drive is silent. It was late, you were drained. Walking up to Chanyeol's apartment, he unlocks the door, letting you go in first. It's bigger than you thought it would be. It was decorated very minimally, he had furniture around but not much else.
âIt's very nice.â You smile.
âI'm still working on getting more things for it.â He laughs. He takes you to his bedroom. âYou can sleep here. I'm going to take the couch.â He says.
âChanyeol.â You sigh. âIt's enough that you're letting me stay here, I can't take your bed too.â
He laughs. âYou can. And you will. Get some rest okay? I'm right out there if you need.â He gives you a hub before grabbing his pj's and going into the bathroom. He comes out in a shirt and pj pants, heading for the living room. You dig through your bag, finding your shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You change and crawl into his bed. It smells so good. It smells like him. Sleep came to you easier than you thought, but it didn't last long.
You woke up breathing heavily, sweating and a little confused. You had dreamt that Mark had taken you captive and you were really shaken up over it. You crawled out of bed, heading to the living room.
Chanyeol laid on the couch, scrolling on his phone until he noticed you. He sits up quickly. âWhat's wrong?â he asks, standing up. He was no longer wearing a shirt.
Holy shit, you'd forgotten how ripped he was.
âit was.. a dream.â you start. âMark.. he had..uh, kidnapped me.â
Chanyeol wraps you in his arms, in a tight and comforting hug. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, you feel so safe with him.
âCan you please sleep in the bed with me? I don't want to be alone.â You whisper.
He lets go of you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You both crawl into the bed, getting comfy. Chanyeol rubs your arm and shoulder as your back faces him. You quickly fall asleep, feeling more comfortable than you've been in a while. You wished the feeling of peace would last, unfortunately you knew it wouldn't.
You woke up in the morning with Chanyeol wrapped around your body. You were sweating so bad, you had no choice but to get up. You managed to wiggle your way out of his embrace, making your way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. You snooped around his cupboards, trying to find something to make for breakfast. You settled on making eggs and toast, it was easy enough. As you continue scrambling your eggs, Chanyeol walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with a smile on his face.
âWhat's this?â He asks.
âBreakfast. Duh.â You laugh. You were feeling good today, you felt like it was going to be a great day. Until your phone on the table started to ring.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Chanyeol grabbed your phone, declining the call and blocking the number.
âThere. That should work.â He smiles. He sets your phone down, before it starts ringing again.
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
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EXO AS DADS SERIES | JONGIN VER.
Xiumin Ver. | Chen Ver. | Yixing Ver. | Baekhyun Ver. | Chanyeol Ver. | Kyungsoo Ver. | Suho Ver. | Sehun Ver.
Word count:Â Author: Maari Summary: A series of what exo would be like as a parent, from discovery to growth
Sigh ok hear me out
BEST FATHER OF THE WHOLE WORLD
There's so much I want to talk about him đ€§
I think he would find out about the pregnancy even before his s/o but he would be confused like is that what I'm thinking or is it just my imagination?
I mean, he has experience with his nephews so it's not an unexplored area for him.
Like have you seen his smile when he's with children?Â
But I think he wouldn't say anything because he doesn't want to put pressure on his s/o.
But even if he already expected it, the moment she announced it, oh boy he would be so shocked!
I imagine the two together, alone, watching a movie or just talking sitting on the couch.
And she feels uncontrollably nauseous and she pulls away from him so quickly and runs to the bathroomÂ
He just watches her run with a confused face like
âWhat... what happened?â
He goes after her because he is very worried
And he helps her hold her hair so it doesn't get dirty and he even strokes the back of her neck, trying to make her feel better đ©
And when she finishes and wipes her mouth, with him stroking her hair he asks what happened
And she replies in a low voice that she's pregnantÂ
He's like đł
She tries to explain that she had a bunch of tests last week and didn't tell anything because she was scared butÂ
Se just hugs her so tight she's probably going to gasp for air.
And he starts to cry like a baby!
Out of emotion, of course, he is so happy that the only thing he can say is thank you a million times.
And that leads me to think that this man will be the most protective father in the whole word
He's the type who won't let his s/o do any kind of physical exertion at all.
Like, carry shopping bags or even put on socks when it's colder when the belly is considerably big
"I can do this you know" "You can't make an effort, imagine if the baby is accidentally born when you crouch"
And the purest father in the world too!
I think he's going to handle his s/oâs morning sickness very well
Just like the mood swing
But the day that his child will be born, I imagine him completely nervous
And it will be even worse if the baby comes early đ€Ł
Will definitely cry more than the baby in childbirth
But it will be worth it when he holds the baby in his arms and realizes how small he is đ
And he will look with the biggest smile like "it's my son"
Oh yeah and I definitely see him as a father of boys. 3 to be exact
He will teach his children everything he can
From simpler things like saying daddy
Even dancing since childhood
Don't you think he won't teach his children? He will, and he will definitely buy those father-son clothes!
And he will say with great pride that he taught
Even if the moment the child says daddy he is crying too much đ€Ł
He's going to be a worried father, any toothache or flu he's going to want to watch his son 24/7
He's going to be as devoted to his family as he is to anything that's dear to him, and I think family is the most important thing to him
As I said, the fact that he has nephews puts him in a comfortable position
Because he already has experience and will make him closer to his children
No, but just imagine him walking with the kids, taking them to school, sleeping with them at night in his bed because I know he's going to refuse to take the kids to their room đđđ
And what else can I say? LET ME BE THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILDREN JONGIN i'm kidding chanyeol
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In the Course of It ...
"You're my only Bambi, Bambi"
Synopsis: INB100 is holding auditions and Y/N applies and gets selected but the CEO falls in love with Y/N. Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x reader Warnings: None Type: Angst, Fluff Started: 09/07/2024 (July 9th)Ended:
Preview
"But I'm only a trainee."
"It doesn't matter to me."
"EXO member and INB100 CEO Byun Baekhyun reportedly dating a trainee under his company"
Chapters
Prologue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Epilogue
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Pairing: ceo!Jongin x journalist!Reader Genre: CEO AU Rating: T for language Summary: You confront him and find you might have bitten off more than you can chew. Word Count: 1.6k đ he said fuck a drabble Warnings: invasion of personal space with no clear consent as well as a kiss, ends on a cliffhanger because I'm putting the smut in its own post, they low-key admit to stalking each other, it's a messy situation but I promised i'd share so here we are.
If it hadnât been for the flash of headlights when he unlocked his car, you wouldnât have spotted him. Your source swore on his motherâs grave the rumor was true, that heâd seen it himself, and now you owed him five hundred bucks. All in the name of journalism.
One of the more infamous Kims, Jongin was a master of deception. He avoided the paparazzi with ease and turned down all attempts to interview him. But not tonight, not this time. You double checked your recorder was ready and left your hiding spot in the shadows.
âMr. Kim!â You jogged over, careful not to touch his shiny Maserati lest he accuse you of vandalism on top of harassment. âFancy seeing you out this late. Got a minute?â
He looked around bewildered until his gaze landed on you and his eyes narrowed as he kept eye contact. âWhatever it is the answerâs ânoâ, âno commentâ, or âfuck off.ââ
âTell me something I donât know,â you muttered as you scrambled to put yourself between him and the driverâs door. âLike what youâre doing here at Oh Sehunâs penthouse at,â you checked your watch, âtwo in the morning. Wow. Kinda late for any business meetings, isnât it?â You looked up at him with a smirk. âBut then again, arenât you two âsworn rivalsâ who refuse to work together?â
âGet out of my way before I call the police.â His voice was monotone, utterly bored even though the show had barely started. âIâll make sure to have my attorney contact your boss about personal space and stalking.â
âLook, Iâll cut the shit if you do to the same.â You shifted your weight to your other leg as you pulled out a stack of polaroids your source had given you. âIt looks like some secret love affair between rivals, but I know better. Iâve seen the numbers after these little visits. Tell me you two arenât secretly working together to maximize your companyâs profits.â
He blinked a few times. âWhat?â
âStock manipulation is fraud, Kim. This is so close to insider trading I can smell the SEC crawling out of their sewer hole.â You palmed the recorder hidden in your pocket, reassuring yourself you could do it. You could go in for the kill. âAll I have to do is turn in my findings and theyâll jump at the chance to bring you both down. Imagine what itâll do to your company, your reputation.â
He was quiet as he processed your words, eyes still focused on you. You could almost see the gears in his head turning. When he spoke, his voice was low, just above a whisper that you werenât sure would pick up on your recorder. âAre you sure you want to go that route?â
The threat left you uneasy, but it wasnât unexpected. You knew this could happen given who he was and the money he had at his disposal. âAre you? I admit, Iâm just one person. If I disappear thereâs not many whoâd miss me. But once the accusationâs out there, no one will ever let you forget it, especially with the evidence Iâve gathered.â
He blinked a few times as his head slowly tilted to the side. It was possible heâd get violent. You werenât even sure he was unarmed. Youâd had the sense to send a backup of your files to your coworker, Minhee, along with a scheduled email to your supervisor, but you hadnât processed that meant you wouldnât see either of them again. A slow smirk curved his lips and he took a step forward into your personal space.
âYouâre so brave, you know that?â He put a hand on top of his car over your shoulder and leaned in. âAnd so smart. Anyone else would keep their distance and make wild assumptions, but not you. Oh, no. You were a good girl and had to be thorough.â One of his cold fingertips traced your cheek. âI have to admit, I admire that level of dedication.â
The switch in his demeanor was sudden. It felt like your head was actually spinning. âIâm sorry?â
âYou donât get to where I am without knowing everyone, _____. And Iâve known about you for a while now.â He reached into your pocket, closed his hand around yours, and pressed stop on the recorder. âIâve heard all about your exceptional detective work, about your award winning articles, and your addiction to danger.â He bit his bottom lip. âCan I let you in on a little secret?â
Mindfuck couldnât even begin to cover your mental state at the moment. All you could do was nod dumbly.
He leaned against you, slotting his thigh between yours, and said, âThis is the most trouble Iâve ever gone through to get closer to someone.â His fingers lightly traced over your coat before settling on your waist. âWill you make it worth my time?â
You blinked away the stupor and leaned back to look up, bringing your faces mere inches away from each other. âIâm not stupid enough to fall for your schemes. I know what I saw and what Iâve found.â
He nodded. âAnd I know people who can hack networks and databases and manipulate the information you find. I know your most trusted source would say anything for the right amount of money. For fuckâs sake, Iâm the king of the fashion industry. If anyone knows how to set the stage, itâs me.â His hands moved up to your waist and gently pulled you back to him. âEverything you think you know is all a part of my show.â
For the first time since youâd stepped out that night, you felt the cold. The chill seeped through your gloves and boots and into your skin, right down to the bone. âB-bullshit. Youâre full ofââ
âI could be, sure. Youâre more than welcome to file a report. Go public and tell the world how Iâm a wolf in sheepâs skin. My PR team and lawyers will have it all swept away by the time you go to sleep.â He shrugged. âWhatever makes you feel better. I wonât hold it against you. As long as youâll reward me for working so hard.â
You put a hand on his chest with barely enough push behind it to keep him from getting closer. âReward you? How would Iââ
âCome home with me, pretty girl.â His voice dropped to a murmur as his thigh moved higher. âJust give me one night. Need to see you spread out on my bed, tangled in my sheets. Gotta know how you taste, what sounds you make.â
You grabbed his arms and squeezed. âYou want me to believe you risked your reputation just to get me in bed? Thatâs outrageous!â
The lust in his eyes gave way to a confused frown. âI take it flattery doesnât do it for you?â
âNot when itâs obvious bullshit. Iâll take my chances.â You pushed a little harder and he took a step back, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks to adjust them. Popping a boner to sell his story was a bit much, but maybe he was really committed to the lie. Youâd heard of stories of millionaires getting into kinky, stupid shit because they were bored and could wipe their ass with money. If this wasnât some clever way to cover his ass and keep the SEC out of his business, it was entirely possible heâd really orchestrated everything. But for you? Nah.
UnlessâŠ
âCan you prove it?â It took a lot of willpower to look him in the eyes and not shy away. âCan you prove everything youâve done? To trick me, I mean. Prove to me youâre not committing fraud.â
That smile returned. âOf course. I accounted for your skepticism, and since I was already leaving a trail for you to follow, made a backup on a flash drive. Of course, thatâs at my place.â His eyes trailed down your body and back up. âItâs just a short ride from here.â
âYou want me to follow you to your place?â You poked a thumb in the direction of your car.
He shook his head. âItâd be much easier if you just rode with me.â He gestured to his car. âJust hop in and weâll be on our way.â
You threw up your hands. âIf youâre gonna kill me, just do it here and be done with it! Or let me go home so you can pay someone else to do it.â
âI already told you. How many other ways do I need to spell it out for you?â He took a step forward. âIâve had my eyes on you.â Another step. âAnd l want you bad enough to go through all this trouble,â he caged you up against his car, ïżœïżœjust to get you right here, just like this. I wanna kiss you so bad, pretty girl. Bet you taste better than I imagine. The innocent ones always do.â
He leaned in and you couldnât help it. You couldnât ignore the growing spark of desire heâd ignited. His lips were cold, but the way he moaned upon contact with yours was enough to forget the sensation. His hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as he ghosted his lips over your mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue left a chill over your bottom lip before he pulled away.
âDonât make me get on my knees and beg, baby. Get in the car.â
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officer!Kai x Reader: miss magpie.
Word count: 3 725
Tags: a bit of sexy, a bit of comedy, a bit of drama...
Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, arresting.
Author's note: @lunaflowers It was supposed to be sexy but I accidentally came up with too much plot. And it's all because you said "take me away, officer".
The item in front of you was nothing that could change the world, neither for better or for worse.
It was not a weapon, it held no political value, and neither the material it was made of was particularly rare. Yet, it was simply beautiful: an antique diadem with amethyst rhinestones attached to a frame made of pure silver. The design was nothing particularly unique, and yet, in your eyes it was the most beautiful thing.
Because it was not supposed to be touched, because it was still worth a few thousands, and because you were certainly not supposed to be breaking into the museum just to see this beauty from up close.
Over the years, you managed to get through securities of many buildings without worry. It was kind of a talent of yours, one you nourished with knowledge gathered on YouTube channels, books found in local libraries, and carefully analyzing the most famous theft cases you managed to get your hands on.
You meant no harm, really, although you knew that the people working here would spend days pondering over what happened. And their confusion, as well as the news announced in the media, would be all well worth it â because you never stole anything and only took pleasure in creating chaos.
And one more thing that brought you even more pleasure, was the presence of all those beautiful things that you would have no other opportunity to be this close to otherwise, although temporarily and just to see what they were like in real life.
You were literally a magpie for shiny things. A magpie that didnât feel the need to steal them â just to enjoy them.
The diadem felt too light in your hands, although it looked well-made and not something that would fall apart easily. Yet, it was an antique, and you hoped you wouldnât damage it on accident. You stepped in front of a nearby mirror â a part of some other exhibition, to be precise â and gently placed the piece on top of your head, straightening yourself proudly.
The only source of light was the white streetlights coming from the outside, but your eyes were already accustomed and you managed to convince your mind that it was not streetlights, but a beautiful moonshine, like in a story about magic, covens and astral creatures. Maybe the diademâs colors didnât match your complexion all that well, and the shining of the rhinestones only highlighted the imperfections of your skin and hair, but at this exact moment, for these precious minutes, you were on top of the world.
You stared at the mirror a bit too long before you realized that far behind you, leaning against a column, there was a silhouette you absolutely did not spot before.
You froze with your fingers still touching the diadem on your head.
You looked straight ahead, your eyes fixated on the person in the background of your reflection, its shape slowly becoming more and more evident, and you only pondered as to how could you not have spotted him before?
The man stood there with his arms crossed. He had a police uniform on, although you barely saw it in the sparse light. He looked composed, as if not even slightly bothered with the presence of a wanted criminal responsible for dozens of high-priority break-ins.
You turned around slowly and raised your hands, the diadem on your head tilting slightly, and you did your best to not make any frantic movements as to not let it fall off. You knew you had to be careful now â not only for this reason. You were not a good fighter, he could take you down so easily. You needed to play this part smart.
âHello, officerâ you laughed awkwardly. The man tilted his head to the side. Your eyes were accustomed enough to be able to see him well despite the distance, and you noted a small, curious smile appear in the corner of his lip.
You frowned. Minutes had already passed since you arrived, and you two were there still all alone, no back-up called, no noise of police sirens. The fact that you got caught was already unexpected, but this situation also didnât seem like what youâd imagined your final defeat to be.
âSo, umâŠâ Should you start a discussion? Or a fight? Or just run? Or throw the diadem and run in the opposite direction? Dammit, but you couldnât risk damaging it. No, you had to make sure the treasure was safe first. âWhat brings you here, actually?â you spoke as nonchalantly as you were able to, very slowly stepping toward the exhibition table. Unfortunately, it shortened the distance between you and him as well, and you felt yourself become small and defenseless against his strong, even though still silent, presence. You did your best to avoid any rapid movements as you took the diadem gently off your head and placed it neatly back on the exhibition. The man observed you without a word, allowing you to finish your deed, as though watching an animal in a cage â not wanting to interrupt its natural instincts and eager to find out what would it do in those peculiar circumstances.
âCuriosity, probablyâ he finally spoke and you shuddered at his deep voice vibrating through the air.
âCuriosity, huh⊠Well, what are you curious about then, kind sir?â you questioned, forcing your voice sound cocky to boost your confidence. It almost worked.
âWell, Iâm very curious about the skilled thief who has been breaking into museums all over the country and not even once stole anything. I almost wonder how many break-ins did we not even notice happening.â
You laughed awkwardly. It sounded like a praise in your ears and you couldnât help but get a bit shy at the thought. But you quickly reminded yourself of the circumstances.
âSo, how did you exactly know where to look for me?â you asked, now the one being curious.
âYou donât steal anything, but you always touch⊠something. You have a patternâ he explained in a matter-of-fact voice. âFor pretty things. For shiny things. I wasnât sure, but now I can see, why.â He glanced at the diadem, lifting one eyebrow, as if making fun of your peculiar behavior he had the chance to see earlier. You pressed your lips tightly, feeling caught red-handed in more than one way. âIs that really just it? That you enjoy seeing yourself in these things?â
You shrugged.
âYeah, kind of. Itâs just⊠you know, kind of a freeing experience. Touching the things no one else can, seeing yourself how no one else could.â You stared at the diadem with sentiment. âAnd knowing that peopleâs gonna be confused shitless after finding out. I have a pretty boring life otherwise.â He stared at you, clearly disbelieving that your reasoning could be this silly and simple-minded. You felt a bit weird, sharing such deep thoughts with a policeman who could only bring harm upon you at the moment, but somehow, you didnât feel like a criminal. More of like a child caught playing with their momâs jewelry when nobodyâs home.
But the officer only shook his head, taking his time to collect his thoughts. You felt like heâs judging you in his mind. What could he possibly ask next? If you havenât thought about what if you get caught? Come on, he must have heard people talk about that thousands of times in his career of a police officer.
Besides, itâs not like it mattered at that point.
âWhy donât you steal them, then?â he asked.
âBecause stealing is badâ you deadpanned. âDuh.â
The man was clearly starting to lose his mind at the conversation, and it gave you a bit of satisfaction knowing it was no longer him in charge of the talk. Even though you still had no doubt that he was in charge of the situation as a whole.
âSo is burglary. But youâre a skilled burglar. Why wonât you use your skill for something safer? Something that would bring you material benefit?â
âWhat exactly are you implying, huh?â You tilted your head to the side, genuinely intrigued.
âThat if youâre arrested, your only line of getting out of prison sentence may be to trade your freedom for your skill.â
You felt your face heat up. Maybe you were skilled burglar, but making a living out of it? Having someone watch you and make use of something you considered a hobby� That was messing with your thoughts way too much, and your mind just refused to acknowledge such a possibility.
âWell, I would rather not get any sentence, so since I havenât stolen anything, why wonât you just let me leave?â
He sighed, scratching the back of his head.
âYou know I canât do that.â
âWellâ you shrugged. âHave fun with the exhibition then, and Iâll see my way out-â
You managed to make three towards the entry.
Just three steps, not a single one more, before something hit the back of your knees, knocking you down fast and effectively. You let out a small, confused whimper when you fell face first onto the clean, tiled museum floor.
The man crouched down, pressing his knee into your lower back, gently enough to not hurt you, but firmly enough so that you knew that fighting him was not an option. No hurry, no rough or frantic movements. You breathed heavily. Being overpowered so fast and so easily felt surreal.
âDonât try anything.â Something in his voice felt soothing, as if â once again â you were an animal, but this time caught wandering a bit too deep into the human habitat. Were you to be taken into a warm house and domesticated by the animal rescue, or killed quickly and quietly by the heartless poacher?
He pulled your hands back, and the clinging of handcuffs woke you up from the daze. You recoiled, using all your strengths and pent up energy to try and throw him off yourself.
âShh⊠easy there.â He presses you down a bit stronger. You whimpered helplessly.
âLet meâŠâ You tried to stop him from immobilizing your hands, and finally kicked your legs up, managing to somehow knock the handcuffs out of his fingers. â...GO!â It was a mere moment, just one second-long chance to get out of his grasp, and you used it to your advantage, pushing him off yourself and simultaneously getting up on trembling legs. Your pulse was so loud it drowned out his voice â whatever he was saying â and you didnât bother looking back as you strode towards the exit, quick steps turning into a sprint when you realized he can and will try and catch up to you.
You got in here through a window in the roof and that was the only way out you could rely on.
You ran up the stairs at the back of the exhibition room, and you already heard heavy steps right behind when in your frantic steps, your foot stepped at an unfortunate angle that made you lose your balance. From a chaotic climb up the stairs, suddenly you were tumbling down the high construction, on your way down bumping into the man and sending him falling down along with you.
With a heavy thud, your and policemanâs bodies collapsed onto the floor at the very bottom of the stairs. The entire museum suddenly fell silent.
It took a few very long moments of laying down motionlessly before you dared to move your muscles.
Everything hurt, especially your knees that you must have bruised up while falling. The world was still spinning when you forced yourself up.
Thatâs when you saw the policeman laying motionlessly a few steps from you, facing upwards and with a deep gash on his forehead that made you gasp at the sight.
âOh no. Oh fuck, no, noâŠâ You didnât think twice, crawling to him, although your own head was still spinning and your legs hurt when moving. âHey, hey, officer, wake up!â
You shook him by his shoulders and the man mumbled something incoherent. You screamed inside, realizing that you could not possibly leave him there. In the long hours that would pass before the museum opened in the morning, the damage his body suffered from could turn irreversible, and you just could not stand the thought of having him on your conscience.
Not wasting any more time, you pulled out the phone from his pantsâ pocket. His hand moved slightly, reaching to wave you off, as if trying to prevent you from stealing it, because what other thought could he possibly have about you browsing through his pockets, right? But he was still too weak and confused to impose a threat and you just nudged his hand away, dialing the emergency number.
Your heart was beating fast and you felt nauseous. While giving the details and the address to the operator, you felt like your entire life was falling apart.
âMiss, what is your name?â
You knew there was no way to stop it now, that too much has happened to escape the consequences any longer. Your hands trembled when you answered the question, and once the ambulance is on the way echoed in your ear, you didnât wait for the further instructions before hanging up on the operator and throwing the phone away from yourself.
You couldnât think straight any longer. Was there a way for you to still make a run for it?
What if you just left? Went far away, somewhere people wonât know your name? You could just survive.
You were about to get up and run back up your escape route when you felt something grasp your wrist.
You looked down. The officer stared at you way more consciously now, and, although still laying down on the floor, his hold on your wrist was strong.
âPlease, let me goâŠâ you whimpered.
âYou canât run foreverâ he mumbled, voice barely audible. âJust let it happen. Youâll be okay. I promise.â
You wouldnât listen. If only you had a choice, you would pry his hand off yourself and still run, because the levels of fear and panic in you were way higher than any reason or even consideration for what he meant.
But you heard a clinging of metal when with remains of strength, the man handcuffed your wrist to his own.
You sobbed, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.
With your mind slowly becoming numb, you only sat there in the sound of your own cries, waiting for the ambulance and the police to finally arrive
* * *
One month later.
Back in the days, youâd work at a small convenience store. The job didnât pay well, and neither did it give you any satisfaction to do. The floor was always dirty beyond the capacity to be cleaned, and the windows were covered with dull advertisements in annoying, fake colors. The only thing that brought a smile to your face was when new alcohol would be delivered, because the few more expensive brands that your store sold had such pretty bottles, and youâd spend the lazy parts of your shift with your vision tunneled on the crystal-like surfaces. Back then, you didnât think anything as pretty would be achievable for you to look at on a daily basis.
But the tall office building you stood in front of was covered in dark glass that reflected the setting sun in the most beautiful of ways, and as you looked through the windows of the ground floor, the restaurant inside had the prettiest little bulbs as a part of their decoration, and behind the bar counter, there were bottles of alcohol that appeared to be kept clean at all times, and so it was yet another thing that reflected the light. And the buildingâs windows were clean, too.
So thatâs how it could have looked like, you thought to yourself.
It would be a lie to say that you could consider a better job, were you not to have that particular skill of yours. In fact, you were almost certain that you would never even get close to a place like this, if not all that happened. Was it worth all the stress and bruises, on both your body and your mind, that incurred in the process? You couldnât agree, but neither could you disagree with such a statement.
âYou like it?â
You jumped at the voice that sounded out right behind you, almost dropping the newly acquired laptop bag held tightly in your arms.
âJongin? What are you doing here?â
You donât think youâve ever seen him wear a T-shirt before, it was always the uniform. But today the man looked different, and you wondered what brought him to this place. It was also the first time since the museum that you saw him without a band aid on his forehead, and although the scar was still there, you were glad to see it healing well.
âI wanted to see howâs it going. Are they treating you well?â
You snorted at that, although the tips of your ears got a bit red when you realized he came all this way just to see you.
âTheyâre nicer than I thought, to be honest. I always imagined corporate work would be⊠more stiff. But Iâve been here for a week, I donât know if I like it yet. Iâm still at work safety trainings, I donât even know what exactly Iâll be doingâ you shrugged, trying to sound unbothered. But for a fact, you were actually quite stressed out with all the things happening recently. âAnd they pay me better than I thought they will, you know, considering I have no choice but to work thereâŠâ you added a bit quieter, lowering your head. You still felt ashamed of the situation you found yourself in. Accepting the job offer was your only way to avoid prison. The judge took into consideration that the harm youâve done was relatively marginal.Â
And Jonginâs testimony about you staying with his injured self at the museum also took a great part in getting you as merciful of a sentence as it was only possible in the circumstances given. You still had to report regularly to the local police office (and, frankly, you didnât mind, because it was the one Jongin himself worked at).
âBut I think it will be fun. A bit. Or maybe not too boringâ you pondered. âIâll be joining some team that checks security measures for the insurance provider. It sounds so serious, you know? I mean, I was a convenience store cashier before. This is so fancy in comparison. But how will I even tell my family how I got this job? Hey mom, I broke into a museum but I didnât steal anything so they hired meâ you continued to blabber.
Jongin watched you with a warm smile.
You could tell heâs proud of himself. And even though you didnât know if it was the best outcome for you, you felt like it was the best outcome for him. He not only caught the burglar he was after â apparently â for months, but he also managed to get them to change their ways.
You had to admit, his personal charm did play a role in making you more eager to cooperate.
âSo, did you come here just to ask about my job, orâŠ?â
The man pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
âActually, I wanted to ask if youâd like to eat a dinner together.â
You stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded.
âA dinner?â
Is this a� No way.
âYeah, thereâs a nice place I wanted to show you.â
âNicer than that private museum I visited three months ago?â you teased, at which the officer rolled his eyes, letting out a shaky laugh.
âItâs a fancy restaurant that we had an office party at once.â That didnât sound too encouraging. âThey have crystal chandeliers all over the ceiling.â
Your eyes widened in excitement and you almost felt yourself salivate.
âLetâs go there.â
The man laughed warmly.
âNow that I think about it, Iâm not sure if Iâm not overpaying. Youâd be as happy with the lighting section at home depotâ he announced, giving back on the teasing jokes you started.
âYou wonât tell me thereâs a single person on the earth that doesnât like the lighting section at home depot.â
At that, he laughed even louder, and you werenât really sure whether you should feel shy or offended. But your face was getting redder with every word he spoke, and your heart was beating just a bit faster at the sound of his laugh. After the circumstances the two of you met in, any interaction now felt surreal.
âWhat about you?â you decided to change the topic. âYou had some days off because of⊠you know.â You vaguely pointed at his forehead. âAre you a hero now? Are you getting a raise?â
It was Jonginâs time to look awkward, and he scratched the back of his head, frowning.
âNot really, I actually got scolded for the lone investigation and camping at the museum without anyoneâs approval. But since things turned out fine, Iâm not really in trouble, so I guess itâs okay. It could have ended much worse.â
âIf you didnât catch me?â
âFor example.â You werenât really upset with him for doing his job, but it seemed that he was still a bit nervous mentioning it. âBut, I mean, since I did catch youâŠâ he smoothly changed the tone and pointed back at his car parked nearby. âLetâs go, I have the table booked.â
You raised your eyebrows, feeling challenged with his statement.
âOh, really?â You huffed. âWell, this time I think I could run off pretty easily.â
Jongin pressed his lips together, as if hesitating. Then, with a mischievous smile, he leaned over, nodding downwards. You glanced down, confused, and he tilted up the edge of his jacket, displaying a pair of handcuffs secured by his belt.
You let out a small âohâ.
âOr would you rather I catch you again?â
And although this argument was enough to convince you not to dare him any further, you just had a feeling that the museum would not be the last place Jonginâs handcuffs would end up in use.
Woohoo, two fanfics in one weekend! Hope you guys enjoyed it!
FYI I'll be releasing EXO Writers Masterlist next week, so stay tunned!
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EXO, Kai -
werewolf super power
moodboard
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A Manor of Shadow and Blood
Genre:Â Regency Gothic AU
Pairing:Â EXO x Reader
Summary:Â A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They wonât let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.
Part:Â 1Â IÂ 2Â IÂ 3Â IÂ 4 I 5
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The grand hall was lit as bright as midday. Every surface was polished to perfection, reflecting the candlelight at a greater force. Brilliant brass and gold surrounded you as you made your way through the dancing couples, their movements in perfect sync. Wrapped in each other's arms, they spin around without a care for your wandering presence.Â
While all who surrounded you were decorated in blacks and whites, your own dress was the color of freshly spilled blood. The heavy skirts that hug from your waist made it difficult to navigate the ballroom. Their fullness was of an older fashion, one that maybe your grandmother would have worn in her youth. The dropped shoulders left you exposed, your skin chilled despite the amount of bodies in here.Â
You kept navigating the dance floor, on the look out for something, though you didnât know what. Then you felt the familiar burn of eyes boring into your back, which sent a shiver down your spine. You whirled around to find the source, the dress brushing at your feet with the sudden motion. Through the crowd, you spotted Baekhyun leaning against the wall. With a single finger, he beckoned you over. And you obeyed.Â
Breaking through the sea of dancers, you took in his elegant suit, the hems lined with gold thread that shimmered against black velvet.Â
"You shouldn't dance alone," he purred. Arms crossed over his chest, he smirked at you with a grin even the devil wouldn't wear.
"I have no partner," you retorted. He held out a lazy hard. Hardly the romantic gesture. "No, thank you."Â
"How about me?" asked a sweet voice in your ear.Â
You turned your head to find Junmyeon at your back. He laid a soft hand on your hip to keep you from escaping out of propriety. When you didnât shove him away, the hand slyly moved to your stomach, pulling your bare shoulder blades into his chest. With the fingers of his left hand, he tilted your chin towards him.Â
"Am I a suitable partner?"Â
No answer passed your lips. You could think of nothing to say. The thought of him twirling you around the dance floor was not⊠unpleasant.Â
Junmyeon neither needed nor cared for a reply. He dipped his head to your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the skin. A small gasp passed your lips. And then he pressed another. More and more as he climbed up the curve of your neck. Heat rose from every inch of you as you sighed into the affectionate touches. You relaxed into his touch, welcoming each new contact of his lips.Â
"It's rude not to share, Junmyeon.â
Your attention snapped back to Baekhyun, who you had forgotten was there. He pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to you so he stood in front of the minor.Â
No, not a mirror. There was no reflection.Â
Except⊠there was. The mirror reflected the floor, the ceiling, the candlelight. You.Â
But not Baekhyun. Not Junmyeon. And not the dancers still spinning behind you.Â
Fingers snaked through your hair and pulled your head back, your vulnerable neck exposed. From the gallery above, Kyungsoo watched as elongated fangs flashed behind Junmyeonâs lips and plunged into your neck.Â
*****
You woke with a start, the blanket flying off of you as you sat up in a fury. Sweet drenched every pore of your skin. Your day old dress clung to your skin in a way that felt suffocating. Each breath was a struggle for your lungs.Â
Vampires. The nightmarish tale that had kept you up as a child until you were convinced they weren't real turned out to be true. But how could they be real?Â
Creatures of the night. Blood drinkers. Horror stories meant to keep children from wandering about after dark.Â
Curling your legs to your chest and encasing them in your arms, you tried to think of a way out. To escape. With what strength you possessed, you slid off the bed and walked over to the window. The sun, so bright and full of life, was just beginning its descent towards the horizon. Nightâtheir domainâwas hours away. If the legends were true, then they would all be asleep at this moment. Any risk that was to be taken had to be taken now.Â
After changing into a sturdier dress, you retrieved your still mud-covered boots and, keeping them in one hand, you carefully pushed away the pathetic barrier and snuck out of the room.Â
Each step was taken with unmatched caution. You tested every board with your foot before fully committing. Any squeak of a floor or stumble down a stair could alert them to your escape. But by the grace of a miracle, you made it to the front door. Fingers trembling, you pulled on the boots and tied up the laces before opening the door only wide enough for you to slink through.Â
The next breath taken outside was like the first breath of life. But there was no time to take it in.Â
Gathering your skirts in your grip, you took off into the trees. The dirt was dry and sturdy under your feet. Branches and leaves crunched with the weight of your boots. A ladyâs delicacy was out of the question as you ran without abandon. You didn't know what direction you were running. But vampires needed blood to survive and they werenât drinking yours. And Jongdae had brought those buns from a bakery, not their own kitchen. You doubted any of them knew how to cook. That meant a village or town had to be nearby. Junmyeon had lied about the isolation of the manor. If you just kept going, you could find freedom.Â
However, your stamina was running out. This was never your preferred activity. Your lungs and throat burned in an unfamiliar way. The sun still shined above. A short respite could be spared.Â
You leaned against a tree trunk for support. In your boots your feet pulsed. Only now did you realize that you had run away without food or water. Not knowing where the kitchen was located, you didn't have time to waste on it. You could survive, you told yourself. Just a little farther. The town couldnât be too far. Unless you were headed in the wrong direction.Â
A rustling rippled through the silent forest. You snapped to attention, trying to find the source.Â
âThe wind,â you gasped between ragged breaths. âIt had to be the wind.âÂ
A low, rumbling growl said it wasn't wind.Â
In the distance, large silhouettes emerged. Wolves. Nearly a dozen of them.Â
You ran as fast as your crying legs could take you. With their superior nature built for the hunt, the wolves caught up to you within seconds. Their growls and howls grew louder and more threatening behind you. Running from the manor had been easy. Running from the wolves was to be your end.Â
Powerful paws slammed into your back. You were thrown to the ground, rolling across the ground as a scream ripped at your throat. The momentum stopped you on your stomach. Hair covered your face, but you could still see your death through the strands.Â
Wolves of gray and black gathered in a half moon circle. They had their prey in perfect position. The middle wolf pounced. All you had time to do was throw up your arms to protect your face. Claws raked across your forearm. Another scream echoed through the merciless trees. The wolf landed on the other side of you with pride. Now you were surrounded. A second wolf leapt.Â
A blur appeared in front of you and collided with the wolf midair. The two bodies tumbled across the forest floor. A human and the wolf.Â
Not a human.Â
Chanyeol. The wolf trapped within his grasp, Chanyeol tightened his gripâ
Crack.Â
The wolf fell limply to the ground, its tongue hanging from its jaw.Â
The others appeared seconds later. Not understanding what they were up against, the wolves let you go to attack the newest threat.Â
"Are you alright?" Junmyeon knelt down in front of you. His hands were outstretched as if you were the wild animal on the verge of attack. Behind him, snarls and whimpers told of the fightâand who was winning. Despite not answering him, he caught sight of your bleeding arm. "We need to get back to the manor."Â
He didn't ask permission before picking you up into his arms and sprinting through the forest. Everything blurred past you, your loose hair whipping at your face. He burst through the manor doors and didn't stop until he was able to set you down in the largest chair. Once you were safe, he fell to his knees, only his palms keeping him upright. The others soon stumbled in behind him, heaving and collapsing onto the floor. Only then did you notice the smoke floating up from each of their backs. Patches of burnt, red skin sizzled on their knuckles and faces. Anything that had been exposed to the sun.Â
"Baekhyun," Junmyeon gasped.Â
"I already have it." Kyungsoo came into the parlor with bottles stacked in his arms. He quickly passed them around, waiting until the others were quenching their thirst before pulling the cork out of his own bottle and chugging the contents.Â
With his bottle empty, Junmyeon tossed it to the side and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Red smears stained the ivory fabric. You shrank back in the chair as he turned towards you.Â
"What hell were you thinking!" He growled. "I warned you about the wolves!"Â
"Junmyeon, she's shaken up enough," Jongdae defended. Before your eyes, his burnt skin healed to be like new.
"She could have been killed!"Â
Your head was pounding. He was⊠concerned about your life? The legends said that the sun was a vampire's deadliest enemy. It was why they thrived in the darkness. But they had all risked a final death to come after you.Â
"Did you hear me scream?" you whispered. You could barely feel your own lips moving. All heads tuned to you.Â
Yixing was the one to answer. "Yes. We all heard you."Â
"Why were you out there?" Sehun asked aggressively.
You sucked in a sharp breath. There was no escaping the truth now. You stared at Jongdae. "I figured it out.âÂ
Baekhyun laughed. "At least we don't have to walk around delicately anymore."Â
"When exactly did you do so?" Minseok mocked.
"Then you should remember what I said to you before was true. Harm would not come to you within these walls." Junmyeon crouched down next to the chair. His eyes... there was something behind the darkness that tugged at your still wildly beating heart. "I know you were running away. And if you're desperate to get away enough to get yourself killed, then the choice can be yours. We can send you on your way with every provision. Or," he cleared his throat, "you stay here. With us."Â
A choice? He was giving you a choice?
Your gaze drifted over the faces that stared back at you. Even Kyungsoo refused to look away while he waited. There was almost a plea in his expression, a subtle beg. But was it to stay? Or for you to run as far away as possible?Â
Junmeyon took your attention away when he picked up your wounded arm with delicate fingers. His pleading was much more clear.Â
To leave would be the better choice. The more sane choice. But what would happen afterwards? You could claim being lost in the woods. With evidence of the carriage and the missing driver, what else could they believe? After a few days on bed rest, you would be back by your aunt's side, following her every whim. Including indulging her on a "perfectly adequate" suitor because you had no other option, no other path. That suitor who would then become your future. But you didn't want it. You refused to give in to it.Â
Already within these few days, you were⊠changed in a way. They might not be human, but these men would forever be burned into your memory. Who could move you with music the way Chanyeol had? What silent strength could match the aura of Junmyeon? You had been promised that none of them would harm you. The chance for something extraordinary was right in front of you. The kind of chance you had only read about. It just had to be taken.
"I think⊠I think I want to stay."
*****
The moon became an ever changing friend. You hardly saw the sun anymore. Like the men you had given yourself over to, you lived under the stars. It was oddly beautiful. This time was often forgotten about by you and many others. The night was only a background to your time within your dreams. But now it was your entire world.Â
Every evening, you awoke to the dying orange light of the day. Breakfast always waited for you outside the door. It was the rule that no one broke; none could enter your room without explicit permission from you. Those walls remained your safe haven when things grew too overwhelming.Â
Despite your decision to stay, discovering that other creatures walked the earth required a step away once in a while. Especially now, with you aware of their true nature, the men were refusing to hold back.Â
Dropping from the roof, running around with spectacular speed, and lifting objects that ten men couldn't hold. It was remarkable. Except for the diet and inability to walk in the sun, the⊠condition seemed more like a blessing.
"You're rather thoughtful this evening,â Jongdae commented. He walked beside you like he did every twilight.Â
After you finished your breakfast, you met Jongae at the front doors to go on a walk around the manor grounds. Often others would join you as well. Junmyeon was the most frequent, though Yixing, Changed, and Jongin made many appearances over the past week and a half. Boundaries were constantly tested, but one word from you and they retreated.
"I guess you could say I am thoughtful tonight," you finally sighed. You hadnât realized that you were being so obviously quiet. Funny, since you would have thought Jongdae would enjoy the silence. You typically had many questions or comments of your own to make.Â
"Should I go steal a penny from Sehun?"Â
You laughed. "I'd like to think my thoughts are worth more than a single penny.â
"They must be if you've become so skilled in deflecting from them." He crossed over to block your path. Gaze narrowed, he studied your carefully guarded expression. "What are you thinking about so hard? Regretting your decision to stay already?"Â
"No," you insisted. "Not at all."
He raised an eyebrow that simply asked, "Then what?"Â
"Do you always stay here?" you countered. "At the manor, I mean."Â
"We travel," Jongdae answered with a nod. "Not too often. Itâs a bit difficult, you see."
"But we like traveling north.â Minseok dropped from who-knew-where, landing with barely bent knees and hands folded behind his back. "In the winter, the night lasts longer. Junmyeon has a small hunting lodge up there.Â
A hunting lodge? "Then why do you stay here?"Â
Minsoek shrugged. "This manor is bigger."Â
"Having nine of us in one household can be a bit volatile,â Jongdae added. He stepped aside to continue the stroll. "We need the room to separate so we don't level a building."Â
Your foot caught on an invisible lump in the grass. "You could destroy a building while fighting?"Â
Minseok snickered as he caught your stumble and helped steady your stance. His hand lingered at your waist until your sharpened glare made him remove it. "We havenât crumbled a wall in a few years."
You scoffed at the casual tone. "What sort of fight caused that?"Â
"I can't remember." Minseok leaned forward slightly to look at Jongdae for help. But he didn't seem to recall either.Â
"Who knows what started it between Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.â
Your mouth dropped open in shock. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol had fought over something to the point of destroying a wall to crumble? It didn't feel plausible. Neither seemed like the hot-headed sort. You wanted to know the igniting incident so desperately.Â
Both Jongdae and Minseok suddenly whipped their heads towards the front of the manor.Â
"What is it?" you asked when neither offered an explanation.Â
"Junmyeon's calling for us." Jongdae scooped you up into his arms without warning. At your confused expression, he explained, "We're not leaving you alone out here." Remember your last adventure in the woods lingered in the silence.
The short lived wind whipped at your hair that you still wore loose to cover your neck. As soon as he stopped running, you wiggled out of his arms to be back on your feet. Everyone else was already gathered just outside the door. Several eyed you and Jongdae with suspicious and annoyed glares. You took a step away from him for some separation.Â
Clearing his throat, Junmyeon called everyone to attention. "We have to go huntingâreal hunting. Now, normally, we all go together, but now that we have our guest," he nodded towards you, "some will have to stay behind with her until the first party⊠comes back."Â
"If you all need to go,â you couldn't quite speak the word feed, "then I'll be alright. For a few hours, at least." You weren't sure how long this excursion would take.
Junmyeon's features softened. "No. We'll go in groups. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, Minseok and I will go first. We shouldn't be gone long." He reached out and patted the top of your head before disappearing into the trees. Kyungsoo gave no goodbye as he followed suit. The last two playfully shoved each other while taking off.Â
"Come." Yixing took hold of your hand and started pulling you inside. "I want to show you something."
"Butâ" You had wanted to ask Jongdae a question, but the traitor was already gone, off somewhere to do something he would never tell you about. So, you let Yixing take you into the manor and up the main staircase at the end of the hallway. At least he let you stay on your own feet instead of insisting on going at his speed.Â
Going down an unfamiliar hallway, you were reminded how big this place was and how much you still had to explore. The men occupied most of your time, vying for your attention and pulling you this way and that so you didnât have much time on your own. It was odd and overwhelming at times.Â
During your seasons in town, you were hardly a well-sought after prize. There were prettier girls with grander dowries. You had accepted that fact. Now you were the center of a courting dance to which you knew none of the steps and possessed endless partners.Â
Yixing paused in front of a door that looked identical to all the others. He kept his fingers tight around yours as he slowly turned the knob with his free hand. The door swung open.Â
The gasp inhaled through your parted lips wasn't enough to convey your awe.Â
Maps of all the places you'd heard of and dozens more you hadn't covered the walls like homemade wallpaper. Slipping out of Yixing's grip, you walked further into the study, spinning slowly around to take it all in. The maps were varying degrees of tan, some as light as his skin, others as dark as animal leather.Â
Instead of bookshelves, doorless cabinets waist high lined three of the walls. Their squared shelves were stuffed full of parchment and ink and quills. A lone sketcher's desk sat in the middle, an unfinished drawing laying against the tilted surface.Â
"What is this place?"
"It's my personal study," Yixing answered as he laid a hand on the edge of the desk. "Kyungsoo gave it to me after I had accidentally taken over one of the parlors."Â
Your awe increased ten-fold. Your initial assumption was that he was a collector, not the original artist. "You drew all of these?"Â
He nodded almost... shyly. "I did. I was a cartographer. Before."Â
"Before?" You understood what he meant, but you didn't know how to ask for the story.Â
Turning his eyes to the parchment, he pinched it between his fingers. "I didn't just love traveling. I loved capturing it on paper. I wanted to make these places into art, but not like every other painting. I wanted them to be perfect. Exact replicas as if you were staying at them from Godâs point of view. And I wanted to be the best. I couldn't be, though. I wasnât good enough."Â
You moved closer to him, entranced in the story. "What happened?"
A rueful smile tightened at his lips. "I was given a chance to become perfect. What I didn't know was that I traded everyone knowing my maps for the talent to make it happen." Sorrow rolled from him like the tide warning of an oncoming storm.Â
Feeling the pull to comfort him, you reached out and covered his fidgeting hand with your own steady fingers.
"People will be able to know your work some day," you whispered. "Iâm sure of it."Â
Perhaps you had been a bit too forward, a bit too open.Â
Yixing moved gracefully forward to eliminate most of the space between you. A smooth thumb that once must have been calloused when it was human caressed the edge of your jaw. His flickering eyes made intentions obvious.Â
Clearing your throat, you stepped out of the touch. "Why isn't this one finished?" You pointed to the drawing on the desk. It was an aerial view of the manor, with the top half of the parchment containing the beginning edges of the garden hedges. Disappointed, Yixing sighed and went along with your distraction.Â
"I'm still working out the maze. It is intricate. Much more than I was prepared for."Â
"Goodness." You were thankful that you hadn't wandered in there yet, especially on your own.
"Yixing.âÂ
Both of you turned towards the door to find Sehun standing under the frame.Â
"Yes, Sehun?" Yixing said through somewhat gritted teeth. The young vampire wasn't phased.Â
"I need to speak with you."Â
"Fine." None of you moved.Â
Sehun looked at you with a pointed glare.
You received the hint loud and clear. "I'll leave you, then.âÂ
With more relief than you cared to admit, you scurried out of the room and down the hallway.Â
Around the corner, you pressed your back against the wall and forced yourself to take deep breaths that filled your lungs to capacity. Panic had been the response at Yixing's closeness. You didn't mean for that to be the response. You didn't want to be closed off to any of them. But you couldn't help it. Maybe it was merely the closeness of the situation.Â
Giving yourself a small amount of grace, you pushed off the wall and made your way downstairs. So used to your time being absorbed by the men that you weren't sure what to do with yourself. Two of the ones that remained behind were currently occupied. As for the three others, they could have been anywhere.Â
You wandered around the main floor with a fleeting hope that one would come to find you. Then you saw them. A row of grand doors evenly spaced along the north wall called you forward.
The grand ballroom took your breath away. Not so dissimilar to the one in your dream, though this oneâs lack of warmth and light left you heartbroken. Memories of dancing figures and lively music haunted these walls. In the corner, you could imagine a small orchestra strumming their instruments in delight.Â
You walked to the center where dozens of pairs used to twirl and bow and embrace each other in time with the melody. Ghostly laughter echoed in your ears. What had once been bright and golden and full of life was dull, dark, and covered in cobwebs that swayed in the breeze of unknown origin.Â
Glancing around, you confirmed that you were truly alone before closing your eyes, lifting your arms, and began a soft hum.Â
You danced with an invisible partner in the fashion that your grandfather had taught you as a small child. It was more intimate than the choreographed dances currently popularized. You had always imagined your first ball like this, instead of the disappointment you really experienced. You had pictured a boy you didnât know catching your eye. As the music was struck up, he laid a hand on your waist.
Just like now.Â
Hm. Your imagination was running wild, even pretending the weight of a palm was there on your lower back. And now in your lifted left hand.Â
No. That wasnât your imagination.Â
Your eyes snapped open.Â
Jongin had taken the place of your imagined partner. He smiled down at you with a feline smirk as his hands tightened around you, refusing to let you slip away. There was no choice in leaving this musicless dance. You had stopped humming but he continued to whirl you around the marble floor. He controlled the dance, in charge of every step. He led with an expertise he shouldnât have possessedâif he were a man of this age.Â
In one final move, he slipped his arm fully around your waist, pulling you so close that no room remained between you. Without breaking the spin, he lifted you from the floor as if you were no more than a kitten and whirled you around like the heroine from your favorite novel.
When the spin came to a close, he set you back on your feet, but didnât let go. Your lungs heaved from the exerciseâand from the way your bodies pressed together. Each rise of your chest brought you even closer to Jongin. He kept your gaze like a stablehand trying to calm a wild horse. His right hand slipped from your fingers, softly tracing the delicate inside of your arm. The touch left behind a fire you couldnât explain. A cold, simmering fire.
He cupped your jaw as his eyes drifted down to your lips. This was a different reaction to Yixingâs wandering gaze. Not panic, but something similar.Â
Jongin held you in place as he leaned down, his lips pressing gently into the corner of yours. The thin breath in your lungs hitched. He lifted his lips only to find a new patch of skin. The delicate skin covering your pulse. Every muscle in your body froze. He kissed the skin softly. Surely, he could feel the race of your blood.Â
âWhenever you need a partner,â he said in a hush against your neck, âjust whisper my name.â
And then, he was gone.Â
You stared off at the empty path left behind Jongin. The sheer hubris.
His name lingered on your lips, wondering if he would really come back like he said. But you kept the whisper inside and left the ballroom just the same.Â
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Rover - Spy!Jongin X Reader X Yandere!Spy!Kai
Twin!AU, Spy!AU & Yandere!AU -Â Based off of Kai's Mini Album Rover
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Tragedy, Smut
Pairing:Â Jongin X Reader X Kai
Words:Â 25,600
Warnings:Â Violence: physical and gun related, blood and injuries, unhealthy relationships, allusions to cheating (but not actually in that particular context), major deaths, assault and mentions of sexual trafficking. Smut: Dub-Con (there is explicit consent, but it's immediately negated due to the fact that OC is misled to believe she is consenting to her husband when it is not actually him; unknowing infidelity), oral (fem. rec), praise, body worship, dirty talk, very sensual and intimate. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n:Â *Ding ding ding* @ninibears-erigom come get your dinner!! Hehehe, anyways, this is heavily inspired by Kai's third mini album and the subsequent MVs/Films for it. I'm a little hesitant posting it cause of the dub-con aspect, but this is a much darker fic than I usual write and I really like how it turned out. Also, please don't come in my inbox saying OC is stupid for not realizing things, I don't wanna hear it lmaoo anyways, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!
âWhatâs your position from the target?â A deep voice sounds in your ear, but you appear to pay him no mind.
âTwenty metres.â Comes your low reply, taking a sip from the crystalline glass held in your hand.
âWhenever youâre ready: approach.â Another male responds, and you can feel his eyes locked onto your figure from the side of the room.
Carefully, you place the champagne flute in your hand onto a side table, weaving your way through the crowd. People hardly notice you, too wrapped up in their own worlds to see nothing but a fleeting shadow dancing in the corner of their vision.
You smirk.
A moment later, and you feel someone bump into your front, spilling wine all over your satin gown.
âPardon me,â a rough voice greets your ears as you wear an expression of shock.
âItâs all my fault, I wasnât watching where I was going,â you smile sheepishly, curling in on yourself as hushed whispers and pointed glances are sent your way.
âBe more careful next time, lass,â he responds with a firm nod of his head before turning away.
A waiter offers you a napkin to begin cleaning yourself off with, of which you accept graciously as you begin to walk away.
Little does anyone notice the smirks that tug subtly on either one of your faces.
A shrill scream reaches your ears as a dull thud echoes around the room. The music from the string quartet stops abruptly, people gathering in a circle around a now convulsing body. Not just any body, but the body of the man you had just âaccidentallyâ bumped into.
Not even a second later, the body stills, laying dead upon the floor.
Turning down one of the side hallways of the banquet hall, you appear to slip into the bathroom to freshen up. Only, you mange to slip out of the side door instead.
The cool night air is crisp against your skin, hands immediately coming up to grasp your arms for warmth. That cloth is still held in your hand, but youâve long since given up attempting to save your dress. Thereâs no use, anyways. Youâve done what youâve came here to do, so now all thatâs left is to rendezvous at the meeting point, and call it a night.
âDid you get the rest of the information we needed?â That same deep voice from earlier echoes through your little earpiece, but you know heâs not talking to you for the moment.
âSigned, sealed, and delivered.â The other answers just as you hear the same door you exited out of creak open behind you.
Sparing a glance over your shoulder, you see that same waiter step out of the building. A smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you, loosening the first few buttons on his shirt as he approaches.
âGod, I donât know how these servers wear these things all night,â he grumbles, fingering the tie looser to ease it from his neck.
You grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he steps in front of you. âWell, I think you look very handsome.â
âAt your service, My Lady,â he grins right back, a teasing glint shining within his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist.
A small silence settles over the both of you as you begin to lean in to one another. You stare deeply into his soft brown eyes, lips quirking as he squeezes your waist gently in his hold.
âIf you two are done flirting with each other, we have a job to finish.â A sharp voice interrupts the moment you had been having with your husband.
âYeah, yeah,â you roll your eyes, turning to face the second male who now stands at the end of the alleyway. A male who is identical in every way to the one who still stands behind you, save for a small mole on the back of his neck, directly beneath his hairline. âWeâre coming."
âJust because you donât have a wife, Kai, doesnât mean that Iâm not allowed to appreciate mine.â Again, his arms slide around your waist, resting his chin over your one shoulder.
Kaiâs jaw tenses, lips pursing as his frown deepens.
âJongin, donât boast.â You poke said maleâs arm lightly while letting out a soft giggle. âItâs unbecoming of you.â
âItâs never stopped him before,â Kai mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Then, without waiting for either one of you to respond, he continues, âCome on, letâs get going.â
Without another word, the three of you are heading down the alleyway and towards a sleek black car.Â
The all leather interior is cool against your skin as you slide into the backseat, a chill running down your spine.
Kaiâs eyes flash in the rearview mirror, a silent puff of air escaping him as your husband doesnât even seem to notice.
âThereâs a blanket under the passenger seat if youâre cold.â He states, somewhat gruffly as the engine purrs to life.
The lights illuminate the path before you, and without waiting another second, Kai speeds out of the alleyway, racing off into the night.
âStop taking better care of my wife than me.â Jongin grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest somewhat childishly. âGet your own."
âMaybe if you payed better attention to her, I wouldnât fucking have to.â Kai remarks, weaving in and out through other cars as he heads for the agency you all work for across the city.
âBoys,â you tut, shaking your head in amusement. A moment later, and that blanket is wrapped around your figure. Itâs surprisingly warm. âWeâve just got to find your older brother a partner of his own to worry about, and then he wonât have to worry about me.â
Briefly, his eyes glance at you again within the rearview mirror.
Impossible. Heâll always worry about you, since his brother never seems to want to.
âWhat type of person are you in to, Kai?â You lean forward, resting your arm on the back of Jonginâs seat as you look towards the elder of the two.
âYou ask me this every time.â He grumbles, hands tightening on the steering wheel.
âAnd you never have an answer for me.â You reply with an amused hum, somewhat knowingly. âDo you fancy men, women, both, or any type of person there is?â
Jongin quirks a brow, shaking his head while muttering about your incessant need to find his brother a life partner.
âWhy is it you really want to know?â Kai shoots a look towards you out of the corner of his eyes, lips quirking as he pulls off of the highway. âWorried you might make yourself jealous?â
A loud, boisterous laugh falling from your painted lips greets his ears. You even go so far as to pat his shoulder a few times in jest, wiping at your eyes with your free hand as if you had tears gathering at the corners.
âNow, why would knowing you fancy someone make me jealous?â You remove your hand. âYou know Iâm married, right?â
That damn ring of yours glinting beneath the artificial lights illuminating the street he drives down mocks him, the matching one sitting proudly on Jonginâs own hand. A ring which should have been on his finger instead.
Kai grits his teeth. âHow could I ever forget?â
âNo, I want to know your type so I can set you up with someone,â you say, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âPerhaps Shinobu from logistics, or my friend Sunmin.â
He blinks, staring blankly ahead as he turns into the entrance to the underground parking lot for your agency. âIâm perfectly happy on my own.â
âYour comments about our marriage suggest otherwise,â Jongin grumbles just as Kai pulls into a spot.
Your brow quirks, but you say nothing as you exit the vehicle.
As soon as your foot touches the concrete flooring, the engine is cut, the two males stepping out to join you immediately after. Jongin instantly has his arm around your waist, helping to guide you inside of the building.
The whole time you walk inside and to the elevator, you can feel Kaiâs eyes on you. However, little do you realize the way his shoulder still tingles from your touch mere minutes before.
The ride up to the main facility is silent, both males flanking you on either side. The only difference is, Jongin has his hand placed lowly on your back, even with that blanket still resting over your shoulders. Itâs faint, but the material smells of jasmine and a certain type of musk you canât quite put your finger on. All that you do know, is it smells incredible, and you find yourself leaning in to catch that scent more often that not.Â
A fact of which Kai picks up on.
A subtle smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you wrap that blanket tighter around yourself as the elevator doors slide open with a slight ding. The fact that you lean into it, wanting to smell more of him mixed with you sets his heart racing in his chest.
Now, if only he could have you smelling like that naturally.
âIâm going to go change, and then Iâll meet you boys in the bossâ office.â You say, voice managing to pull both of them out of their thoughts for the moment.
A nod is all you receive from Jongin as you turn to place a gentle kiss onto his cheek. Pulling away, you smile softly at Kai before heading down a separate hallway and towards your own private office at the one end of the facility.
As soon as you disappear from sight, Kai is shooting a pointed look at his younger brother.
âYou didnât even ask if she was okay.â His tone is pointed, disproval heavy in his gaze.
âOh, donât give me that crap.â Jongin rolls his eyes, already heading down the opposite hallway and towards their bossâ office. âYou didnât either.â
âAt least I noticed she was cold.â Kai huffs, eyes narrowing at the back of his brotherâs head as he follows after Jongin.
âIf she was cold she would have said something.â Jongin replies nonchalantly as he tucks his hands into his pockets. Taking another step, he rounds on his brother. âStop meddling in our affairs. What my wife and I do is none of your concern.â
âIt is when you donât fucking treat her properly.â Kai seethes, pushing Jongin harshly against the wall using his forearm. âDid you even notice that bastard didnât even fucking apologize for spilling his drink all over her? Or were you just too busy eye-fucking his wife.â
âWe got the job done, didnât we?â Jongin spits, shoving his brother off of him.
âYouâre fucking lucky we know what weâre dong.â Kai snaps, brushing past his twin with a harsh knock into his shoulder. âWhy did you even bother to join this agency if all you ever do is complain about the jobs we get told to do, and the covers you get assigned?â
Of course, Kai knows exactly why Jongin does everything he does. Itâs to prove that he always gets what he wants. At least, everything that Kai has ever desired. Itâs not like Jongin actually likes the same things as his elder twin, he just wants to prove that he can take whatever it is that Kai wants for himself. Yet, whenever Kai points it out, no one believes him. Instead, they fall for Jonginâs little innocent act. Every. Single. Time.
To say Kai is frustrated would be an understatement. If he needed a new phone, Jonginâs always had to come first. If he wanted to follow a specific career path, Jongin did everything in his power to prove how much smarter, how much better he is at it than him.
The final straw had been you.
Kai had been smitten ever since he first laid his eyes on you in high school. Only, Jongin took notice of the fact of yet another person his twin had desired and made it his mission to get you first. Kai had lost many friends and lovers throughout the years because of this, but he thought you would be different. You had never played into Jonginâs tricks, so Kai couldnât help but hope that finally, he could claim someone as his own. Someone who he had always desired above everyone else. Someone whom he loves.
Thatâs when the two of you announced you were getting married. With the same damn set of rings Kai had wanted to use to propose to you someday, too.
Kai had seen red that day, taking the most intensive and erotic bender of his entire life. It took him days to recover, and when he did, he was never the same man.
None of these other women were you. No one else mattered to him but you.
Yet, he couldnât hurt you. No, never you. He couldnât ruin your own happiness for his own selfish gains. Not like his brother. So, no matter how badly it pained him to watch you walk down that aisle in a dress he only ever dreamed youâd be wearing for him, he grinned and bared it. All because he loves you. More than anything.
The worst part? You donât even realize how badly Jongin treats you. At least, in Kaiâs opinion.
Jongin doesnât bring you your favourite flowers on your birthday like he does. Jongin doesnât remember your favourite take-out order when youâre feeling down. Hell, Jongin canât even offer you the love that you have always deserved like Kai can.
If only you could see that, too.
Sitting within the bossâ office with his brother is tense, the elder woman leaning against her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Her stern gaze looks over the both of them sharply, the usb they were required to use to hack the system of the banquet held firmly in her one hand.
âDo one of you want to tell me how this got destroyed?â Her tone is pointed, and they both know she wonât accept a bullshit answer.
A moment of silence before Jongin is letting out a loud sigh. âI told him to be more careful, but this idiot managed to crush it while subduing the waiter he was supposed to be impersonating.â
Kaiâs nostrilâs flare.
âYou were the one that insisted that he take out the waiter instead so he could âkeep an eye on his wifeâ. If I remember correctly.â He seethes, nothing but malice in his gaze as he glares at his brother.
âJongin trusts his wife with his own life, why would he need to babysit one of our top two agents?â Their boss, Quincy, replies bluntly.
âOh, is that what he told you?â Kai scoffs, sitting back in his seat as he rolls his eyes.
âIâm getting real sick and fucking tired of your attitude, Kai.â Her gaze sharpens, turning the full intensity of her heated glare onto him. âYou may be the other half of our top two agents, but every day you push your luck.â
âIf it werenât for Jonginâs fuck up tonight, I wouldnât have had to hack into the security mainframe manually, and we could have been out of there sooner.â Kai shifts in his seat once more, gripping the arms of his chair tightly beneath his fingers.
âYour purpose in these dual missions is to give each other an alibi should people start getting suspicious.â Quincy looks between the both of them, her lips pursed in a tight line. âWe canât keep your covers hidden if the both of you donât cooperate. Youâre brothers for crying out loud. Act like it.â
âI donât know what you know about brotherly love, boss,â Jongin chuckles, âbut weâve never had it.â
âThen you better learn some before one of you ends up dead.â She huffs. âI know someone who would be devastated if they were to learn of at least one of your deaths.â
The pointed look she sends Jongin has a white hot fury flooding Kaiâs veins at how unbothered his twin looks by this statement. Not only that, but a tightness begins welling inside his chest, heart aching at the truth behind those words.
He swallows thickly.
Just then, a knock sounds on the door. A second later, and you pop your head in, entering the room in a fresh pair of pants and a new shirt.
âGood. Youâre here.â Quincy nods, pushing herself off of her desk and walking behind it so that she can take a seat. âNow, the three of you,â she looks between you all, âgive me the rundown of your latest assignment.â
Stepping over beside Jongin, you perch yourself on the one arm of his chair as you meet Quincyâs gaze across from you.
âTarget: William Darcey, eliminated.â You begin, pulling out a small pin no bigger than the size of a pill capsule. Leaning forward, you place the empty container on the edge of her desk. âThe new toxin Jeremy developed works like a charm. Dropped dead within a minute of being administered, and looked like a seizure to boot.â
âExcellent.â She nods her approval. âAs always, itâs what I expect from you, and you always deliver.â
âThank you, Maâam.â You nod back, keeping your head tilted forward in gratitude for a moment longer.
âI expect none of you were discovered.â Briefly, she looks over all three of you.
âIf we were, we are unaware of it.â Jongin answers her, his hand moving to settle on your lower back.
The way you lean into his touch has Kai tensing in his seat beside you.
âMy moles havenât heard anything. Darcey was pronounced dead at the banquet, by natural causes.â Quincy shuffles some papers on her desk. âThe information Kai managed to hack gives us our final target. The man pulling the strings behind this entire operation weâre attempting to shut down. Already, our Zero Division has moved to rescue those who have been trafficked by Don Vanderleen. The rescue is underway as we speak.â
âAre operations running as usual?â You inquire, and you notice her eyes flash. You shrink in your spot, noticing the disappearance of Jonginâs comforting touch. Though, youâre not the only one that does. âMy apologies, Maâam. I should have known better.â
âNext time, donât interrupt until Iâm finished.â She places the papers in her hands rather firmly on top of her desk.
You can only avert your gaze to the floor as Kai shifts once more in his seat.
His fingers twitch, longing to comfort you like he knows his brother should be doing right now. Even if itâs as little as his hand on your back, he would offer you his support in any way he can, not take it away.
âAs I was saying,â another sharp look is sent your way by Quincy, âin two daysâ time, Don Vanderleen will be attending the ballet Swan Lake at the Holly Theatre. We have already reserved the booth seats for you and Jongin to attend with him. Youâll be covering as two private investors interested in his more personal affairs.â She looks at you when she says this, shifting her gaze to the man sitting to your left in the next second. âKai, you are expected to perform the assassination from the rooftop through the large domed ceiling. We will not tolerate failure. Not when weâve been working towards this goal for the past two years. Itâs time we bring this warlord to justice.â
Immediately, the three of you are nodding your understanding, accepting the files she hands you from across her desk. Your alibis, new cover profiles, as well as all the information on who youâre going to be sitting with, interacting with, and how you will be acting are all included inside.
âLearn this inside and out,â Quincy states, leaning back in her chair and observing the three of you carefully. Then, she turns her sharp gaze towards both you and Jongin. âTomorrow, youâll be fitted for your outfits. Donât be late.â
âYes, Maâam.â You reply for the both of you.
âUntil then,â she turns away from you to begin riffling through the one drawer of her desk. âDismissed.â
The three of you do not need to be told twice.Â
Standing, you all exit the room. Jongin leads, not even bothering to wait for you as Kai holds the door open. You smile slightly in thanks, and from that simply action alone, Kai can feel his heart attempting to beat right out of his chest. At least he knows that if anything were to happen, he will take much better care of you than his brother can.
Catching up with Jongin, you fall into step beside him. Casually, he wraps his arm around your waist, not even bothering to look in your direction as he does so.
Stopping in the main hall, you turn to face Kai once more.
âThanks for covering for his ass tonight.â You meet Kaiâs gaze as you poke Jongin in the side of the ribs. âI swear heâs never outgrown his baby stage.â
âOh, so, youâve noticed, too?â Kai quirks a brow, a grin tugging at his features.
âHey!â Jongin whines, lips tugging downwards in a pout before pulling upwards in a smirk. Leaning in, he whispers in your ear loud enough for his brother to hear, âthatâs not what you were saying last night.â
Kaiâs jaw twitches, and he has to restrain himself from clocking his brother right in front of you at this very moment. He knows what Jongin is trying to do, and he wonât give him the satisfaction of seeing him snap.
âJongin,â you hit his side, averting your gaze so sweetly as you do so.
If only Kai could make you react like that. Oh, what he wouldnât give to see you so bashful because of him. Him, and only him.
âAnyways,â you clear your throat, noticing how the elevator opens before you. Jongin must have called it while you werenât looking. âWe should get going, but did you need-â
âCome on, Darlinâ,â Jongin tugs you into the elevator beside him. âIâve had a long day, and I want to get home.â
You blink in mild shock, attempting to turn back towards Kai to finish offering him a ride home since you all drove in together this morning. Only, before another word can so much as leave you, Jongin is turning you towards himself and pressing his lips against your own as he cups your face.
The last thing Kai sees before the elevator doors close in his face is your surprised face before youâre completely melting into the kiss. The fact that he could just tell his brother had been watching his reaction out of the corner of his eyes sets his blood boiling.
Heading towards the stairs, Kai harshly slams the door open. His fists are clenched by his side as he begins to rush down them, the familiar burning of tears igniting behind his eyes. With how tight his jaw is clenched, heâs surprised his teeth donât crack from the pressure.
Jongin is ruthless: dangling you in front of Kai like some toy. Viewing you as some grand prize to hold over his older brother every chance he gets. Only, thatâs what Jongin doesnât understand. You are not some toy. You are not an object to be owned and used as he pleases.Â
That is what angers Kai the most. Jongin doesnât even view you as a person, but simply another conquest that he can hold over his twin. A trophy to display whenever and however he wants, just to hurt Kai as much as possible.
If only you werenât so blinded by your own emotions.
Emotions which shine clearly in your eyes as you pull away to stare deeply into Jonginâs own. The silence in the elevator is comforting, and the soft smile you see painting his features as he looks at you sets your heart racing.
You chuckle. âI wish you would stop doing that.â
âDoing what?â He hums innocently, his arms once more wrapped around your waist, and holding you flush against him.
âKissing me so suddenly,â you poke his chest lightly. âIf you want to kiss me, just ask.â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â He grins, leaning in to peck your lips one more time.
You roll your eyes playfully as you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening.
Stepping out, Jongin follows close behind, grabbing your hand in his own. He swings your arms gently between the both of you as you walk to the car, pulling the keys out of your pocket and unlocking it quickly. You part only to slide into the seats, hands immediately finding one another over the console once youâre both settled inside.
Jongin turns to you, a tender look in his eyes. âStay with me until sunrise?â
You smile, heart warming at the secret code you made for each other ever since your wedding night. A code which lets you know that you not only love one another, but will stay with each other until the end of time.
âOnly if we get to watch the sunset.â
Pulling out of the parking garage, you take off down the road. The drive home is quick, quaint in the silence that settles around the both of you. Yet, with the comforting way he squeezes your hand, you wouldnât want it any other way.
***
The next morning, you wake to an empty bed.
Pulling yourself up and tossing off the covers, youâre quick to get ready for the day. Jongin must already be up and waiting for you, opting to have let you sleep in for a little while longer.
Once you reach the kitchen, youâre surprised to see no sight of Jongin waiting for you. Not even a note has been written for you in attempts to explain his whereabouts.
Your brow furrows in slight worry. He couldnât have left without you already, right? It wouldnât be extremely odd for him to; not completely out of the ordinary. The last time he did something like this though, was at the very beginning of your relationship. Back when you were still learning everything there was to know about each other.
After having a quick breakfast, you begin to make your way towards the agency. You hope beyond everything that Jongin is already there waiting for you, and not having decided to just up and disappear. You know that he hates fitting days, but you never thought heâd run out on you like this.
Stepping through the door to the clothing department reveals Nancy waiting patiently for you behind her desk. Her sewing machine whirs softly, a piece of fabric being pushed beneath the threaded needle.
âIâll be with you in a second!â She calls, her glasses close to sliding right off her nose as she concentrates on the hemline she seems to be sewing.
âTake your time, Nance,â you call, already moving over to your usual fitting spot.
A soft sigh escapes you as you sit on the edge of the little pedestal in front of the three way mirror. Blankly, you stare at your reflection, leaning forward to rest your elbow on your knee.Â
Jongin still hasnât answered any of your calls or texts, and youâre getting a bit concerned. The last time he skipped out on fitting day for an upcoming mission, you thought Quincy was going to hang him by his toes off of the side of the building. You just hope he has a decent excuse this time.
The sound of the door opening behind you draws your attention just as you finally get a response from him.
âSorry Iâm late,â a deep voice sounds, and you lock eyes with who appears to be your husband in the mirror.
You glance down to read the message.
Had an emergency arise. Cover for me?
âJongin!â Nancy exclaims, eyes lighting up with mirth as she finally finishes sewing that piece of fabric together. âYouâre right on time! Come in, come in!â
He gives her a tight smile, before turning to face you.
âI was worried.â Your brow furrows slightly, a disappointed downturn of your lips as you stand to your feet.
âI know,â he grimaces slightly, playing the part of the remorseful husband well. âIâm sorry, Darling.â
You let out another sigh. âYouâre here now.â
Nancy glances between the two of you curiously, a minor quirk to her brow. âTrouble in paradise? Iâve never seen you two act so cold.â
âWeâre fine, Nance,â you reply quickly. âLetâs just get this over with, yeah?â
âAlright,â she shoots you a skeptical look. âIâve already got the outfits ready for you both, so you just sit tight and wait here.â
Scurrying off to the back, Nancy disappears from sight.
You can hear her fumbling around with some clothes, cursing as she drops something. A loud clatter is heard from behind the stacks of fabric, and you see some beads scatter across the floor.
âYou okay, Nan?â You call out.
âYeah!â She assures you, cursing a few more times under her breath as she shifts things around. âIâm just going to be another minute.â
You can hear her muttering to herself about finding where she put the matching vest as more shuffling occurs.
Taking this opportunity, you turn towards the male standing beside you, only to see him already staring at you.
âThank you,â keeping your voice low, you lean into him subtly. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you notice that he blinks a few times, as if youâve just pulled him out of his own thoughts. âFor covering for him.â
âYeah, well,â Kai lets out an exasperated breath, âyou know my brother.â
âHe doesnât deserve you.â You tell him honestly. âI donât know how you put up with his shit all the time.â
âHeâs done this before?â His brow quirks, an irritated twitch to his lips.
âFittings arenât the only things he likes skipping out on from time to time.â You say, glancing down at the ground with a frown. ââEmergencyâ my ass.â
You swear you see Kaiâs nostrilâs flare, but before he gets a chance to reply, Nancy is returning with two separate outfits in her hands.
âSorry I took so long, couldnât find the one vest for the life of me.â She chuckles, handing each of you your respective outfits. âChange into these. and then I can finish any alterations you may need.â
Grabbing the garments from her hands, both you and Kai enter your respective changing rooms. Not even five minutes later, you both step out, moving to stand on each of the two pedestals in front of the mirrors.
A low whistle escapes you.
âI always knew youâd look good in red.â You comment, eying the finely tailored suit that hugs Kaiâs figure delicately.
The bright crimson stretches from the jacket, all the way down to his slacks. Even the vest he wears beneath is the same colour, exposing the slightest bit of his chest as there doesnât seem to be a shirt buttoned underneath. The fact that his hair sits that golden blond atop his head only adds to the look, his honeyed skin practically glowing despite the harshness of the artificial lights.
Kai absolutely revels in your gaze. His breath hitches slightly as he sees you give him a few glances from head to toe, a shiver caressing his spine as he notices the corner of your lips twitching upwards. He knows youâre probably only picturing what Jongin will look like in such an outfit, but like hell is he letting anyone take this moment from him.
Finally, you are gazing at him just as he always knows he looks at you, and right now is no exception.
There you stand, in a gorgeous golden gown which accentuates every sinful curve of your body. A slit rests on the left side of the dress, following your leg upwards until about mid-thigh, allowing for ample movement in case things go south. Either way, you look absolutely radiant, and Kai curses his brother for being stupid enough to miss this.
He should be here, worshipping the very ground you walk on. Not fucking off on some random trip just cause heâs throwing a tantrum over fitting day.
âYou lookâŠâ the words get caught in his throat as you meet his gaze, his breath hitching once more. He blinks, clearing his throat, âstunning.â
A soft smile graces your features as you avert your gaze, and if Kai didnât know any better, heâd say he just made you shy.
His heart warms. Finally, he can say that he was the cause of your bashful reaction. Him, and him alone.
âAre you sure these outfits arenât tooâŠâ you turn towards Nancy, âloud?â
âYours? No.â She shakes her head. âHis? Maybe.â
A chuckle escapes the womanâs mouth as you nod.
âI just remember you saying how you would love to see your husband in a bright red someday, that preferably isnât blood.â She winks. âThough, Iâm just surprised he didnât fight you on it like he usually does. Equally surprised he didnât complain this time around.â
You and Kai share a look.
âI simply decided that maybe I should listen to my beautiful wife for once.â Kai answers smoothy. âSheâs usually right, after all.â
âOh?â Nancy quirks her brow at this. âShe finally smack some sense into your whiny ass?â
âI did no such thing!â You gasp, as if youâre truly scandalized by her words. Only, the playful wink you offer her immediately after has grins pulling at all of your faces.
âI just finally realized that I should appreciate the woman I love more often.âÂ
There is nothing but sincerely within his gaze as he looks at you when he says this. An intensity you almost long for from another male who looks exactly like him.
A puff of air escapes you, shaking your head lightly. âYou always were the hopeless romantic.â
âFor you?â He hums, turning back to face the mirror as he straightens out his blazer. âAlways.â
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Nancy feign gagging.
âBleck! Will you two stop being so lovey-dovey?â Her nose scrunches as she moves over to you to fix the hem of your skirt slightly. âItâs seriously gross.â
âYou think this is us being lovey-dovey?â You snort out a laugh, the corner of your lips twitching upwards knowingly. You lift your head to meet Kaiâs gaze, a playful roll to your eyes. âOh, Honey, youâre just so sweet. I cannot bear to call you anything but.â
Kai shares a laugh with you, despite the way his heart races inside of his chest from your words. Sure, you may not mean it, but heâll cherish this moment for as long as he can. After all, your words mean more to him that youâll ever know.
âBut, My Darling,â the grin that stretches across his features is nothing short of sultry, âyou know that nothing can compare to your beauty. Itâs enough to rival even the deepest of oceans, and highest of mountains, for it is eternal in the ways you captivate me.â
You both share another laugh, though this time, it doesnât quite reach your eyes.
âOkay, now youâre just rubbing it in.â Nancy sighs, shooting an almost longing glance towards who she thinks is your husband.Â
A glance which you immediately pick up on.Â
You tense.Â
âI wish someone would speak to me like that. Maybe I should flirt with you brother more often. See if he has as silvered a tongue as you, Jongin.â Nancy darts her gaze over at the male briefly before focussing back in on the task at hand.
Thank fuck Nancy is too busy hemming your skirt to look up to see the way Kai cannot hide the grimace that pulls onto his face at her words.
âYou shouldnât use him like that, Nancy. Kai is a gentleman, and you shouldnât joke about getting him to do what you want. He doesnât deserve that, and I donât think heâs in the market anyways.â You state, rather casually as you smooth out the front of your dress. âBesides, arenât you married.â
The judgement is clear on your features as you meet her gaze in the mirror. Lightly, you shake your head in disproval.
âA girl can dream.â Nancy sighs, her gaze once more flicking over at the male to your right.
âIf youâre that unhappy in your marriage, Nance, you should probably get a divorce.â You say, a hint of concern now shining in your eyes. âTo even imply you would cheat-â
âIt was just a joke, sweetie,â she huffs, rolling her eyes a bit exasperatedly. âLighten up.â
You purse your lips, letting out a long sigh through your nose.
âJokes are meant to be funny.âÂ
Nancy shoots an incredulous look towards the male standing to your right.
âGeez,â she huffs, âdidnât realize youâd be so sensitive about your brother.â
The two of you share a look.
âAnyways, youâre probably right about the red being too loud for the ballet.â Nancy sighs, standing back to her feet. A second later, and sheâs disappeared around the stacks of fabric only to reemerge holding a standard black suit and tie. âChange into this instead.â
Seamlessly, she hands the male the new outfit before he disappears back inside the change room.Â
Once the curtain has slid closed, she leans into you, âDonât worry. Iâll pack that little red ensemble for you separately.â
You quirk a small smile, somewhat sadly, âThanks, Nance.â
A minute later, and Kai is stepping out in the muted suit, looking just as fine as he did in the red one.
âYour husband can certainly pull off anything he wants.â Nancy chuckles, a certain spark shining within her eyes that you donât particularly like.
You simply quirk a tight smile in response as you step in to âadjustâ his tie.
âI think youâre negating the true beauty in the room.â He replies effortlessly, gaze locked with your own.
Your breath hitches, freezing right in your spot as you search his features. The sincerity alone that you can see shining within his eyes has your heart fluttering.
You turn away, clearing your throat. âSo, should these be ready by tonight, or tomorrow morning?â
âIâll have them ready for tonight. That way if you need to make any last minute alterations before the mission tomorrow we can do so then.â Nancy tells you, seeing you nod your understanding. âKai will be in the same outfit as Jongin in case he gets spotted, only with a black button up to blend in better with the night.â
This time, you both nod your understanding. Of course, Nancy fails to see the way the two of you lock gazes.
You let out another sigh.Â
âWell,â you step back into the change room, âbetter prepare for tomorrow.â
Sliding the curtain back over the rail, you slip out of the dress and back into your regular clothes. The moment you step back out, youâre handing the golden gown back to Nancy, thanking her lowly again. You notice Kai has also taken the liberty to change, handing the aforementioned female his brotherâs outfit once more.
âIâll be by later to pick them up,â you say, seeing her nod her head as she retreats back to her sewing machine for the moment.
Without another word, the two of you leave the room.
The walk to the elevators is silent, a sort of tension filling the air between the both of you. A tension which finally boils to a head when the elevator doors open to reveal Jongin laughing along with Shinobu inside. Her one hand playfully smacks his shoulder as her other covers her lower face, attempting to stifle her giggles as he grins widely. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, her eyes shining with clear affection towards your husband.
Kai swears he sees red as he stands there, just as stiff as you as you both witness the scene before your very eyes.
Noticing the sudden tension around them, both Shinobu and Jongin turn their heads to see you and Kai standing there. Your expression remains unreadable, steeling your nerves as you step into the elevator with a curt nod to the other female. Kai, on the other hand, can barely control the shaking of his hands in anger.
The moment Shinobu scurries from the elevator, Kai is closing the distance between himself and his twin. His arm is pressed harshly across Jonginâs chest as he pins his younger brother to the back wall.Â
The elevator doors slide closed.
âThe fuck was that all about?â Kai hisses lowly. âBailing on your wife to fucking flirt with your coworker? On fitting day, no less? Was that your fucking emergency?â
âKai-â
Your somewhat exasperated reply gets cut off by Jongin shoving his twin off of him.
âYou think I would be the one to cheat?â Jonginâs eyes widen slightly, his tone incredulous. âWe just so happened to step into the elevator at the same time. Why are you always so adamant on finding something that isnât there?â
âMaybe if you stopped acting like a fucking asshole, and treated you wife properly, I wouldnât have to.â Kai spits, nothing but pure fury reflected in his gaze.
You can tell Jongin is about to reply, but your hands firmly pushing them apart stop him from going any further. You step between them, further separating the fire that continues to rage on between the two brothers.
âEnough.â You look from one male to the other. âWe have a mission tomorrow, and the last thing we need is for you two to be at each otherâs throats more so than usual.â
A brief silence where the tension crackles in the air like lightning before Kai is heaving a tremendous sigh.
âSheâs right.â He takes a reluctant step back. âYou should listen to your wife more often, it might just save your life.â
âAre you threatening me?â Jonginâs eyes are wild as he tilts his head at his brother.
âIf you feel threatened, then by all means,â Kai gestures loosely towards Jongin.
Jonginâs lip part in retort before your sharp gaze is causing the words to catch in his throat. You turn to Kai.
âThanks for covering for him today.â You say. âHim and I need to have a talk on the way home. See you tomorrow for the mission.â
Without another word, youâre hitting the button to open the elevator doors, a silent command for Kai to leave you and Jongin alone.
Reluctantly, the male exits the elevator, watching the doors close behind him with a look of pure irritation on his features. Irritation aimed directly at his twin, who only looks annoyed at this specific turn of events.
Clicking his tongue, Kai turns around. Thereâs not much for him to do for the moment, so he might as well release his anger doing something productive.
Heading to the shooting range, Kai rolls his shoulders. At least this way he can kill two birds with one stone: practice for the assassination tomorrow evening, and pretend heâs making his brother suffer as much as Jongin has made him throughout the years.
Oh, how Kai longs for the day where he can see that complete look of devastation wipe that smug grin from Jonginâs features. Heâs fantasized how it would happen more times than he can count. The biggest being a scenario where you end up in his arms while Jongin is forced to reap the consequences of his actions. With how things are going, perhaps such a dream may come true sooner, rather than late.
Kai sighs, pulling out his favourite sniper rifle from the cage. At least once heâs done here he can prepare everything for tomorrow. After all, he never misses.
Meanwhile, back in the elevator, a tense silence settles over both you and Jongin as you ride down to the parking garage. Your arms are crossed over your chest as you refuse to so much as turn in your husbandâs direction. The moment that familiar ding chimes and the doors open, youâre walking over to your car, an unreadable expression on your face.
âCome on, Darlinâ,â Jongin flicks his bangs out his eyes, a look of annoyance on his features. âYou seriously canât be mad at me right now.â
âAnd why is that, Jongin?â You round on him, nothing but bitterness shining in your eyes as you stare at him from overtop of the car. âYou left before sunrise, on a day where you knew we had somewhere to be. I understand you dislike fitting days, but do you realize what would have happened if you had been caught skipping again? Our line of work is already dangerous without having our own agency breathing down our necks and watching our every move. Do you want to be put on lockdown again?â
âWe wonât be put on lockdown, again.â He sighs, exasperatedly while sliding into the passenger seat of the car. âBesides, Kai handled it just fine.â
Your nostrils flare as you move to sit in the drivers seat, slamming the door closed and pointedly starting the engine. âIâm lucky your brother even showed up.â
âNext time, you should just text him. He always seems to be at your beck and call, anyways.â He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
âOh, no.â You shoot him a glare out of the corner of your eyes as you pull out of the parking garage. âYou donât get to pull the jealous card here.â
âMe? Jealous of my brother?â Jongin nearly scoffs. âAs if he would ever have a chance with you.â
âI donât know, he looked remarkable in red.â You comment lowly, noticing how he stiffens almost immediately from your words. âQuite slick with his tongue, too.â
âHow dare you-â
âYou honest to god think I would ever cheat on you, Jongin?â Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as you merge onto the highway. âAfter everything Iâve told you that happened with my parents? On how I feel about the matter? You think I would be capable of inflicting that type of pain on a person I love?â
âWell, when you say things like thatâŠâ
âHow do you think it makes me feel to see you arrive late to work with Shinobu of all people after you run out on me claiming thereâs some âemergencyâ you have to take care of?â You counter, noticing how he averts his gaze in shame in the next second. âDo you have any idea how that looks, not just to me, but to anyone aware of the situation? I know for a fact you claimed âemergencyâ just because you donât want to deal with Nancyâs subtle flirtations with you. I donât blame you for being uncomfortable around her, but the least you could do is tell me where you are. Iâm your goddamn wife for fuckâs sake! You think I donât notice when my own husband is both being hit on, and is uncomfortable by it?â
âThen, why donât you say anything to her?â He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
âI do!â You exclaim, voice rising in pitch slightly. âI have, and when I did, you were the one who got mad at me for bringing it up!â
Of course, he didnât get mad at you in front of her. Only once you were behind closed doors did he say to lay off of Nancy. Turns out your husband rather enjoys the attention, more so than the discomfort it causes him. Which is why you found Kaiâs reassurance today, even if it was something as simple as backing you up while pretending to be your husband, so refreshing.
Before he can respond, youâre letting out a sigh through your nose. âEither way, it looks like you donât have to worry about her flirting with you anymore. It seems as if sheâs moving on to target your brother.â
âYou say that as if it bothers you.â He mumbles lowly, refusing to meet your gaze as you pull off of the highway.
âDoes it not bother you?â You cannot hide how appalled you sound. âHeâs your brother, for godâs sake, Jongin! Kai deserves better than that, and you know it!â
âThen, why didnât you marry him?â He snaps, slapping his hands onto his thighs in exasperation.
You go quiet, the silence deafening inside of the car.
You swallow thickly, keeping your voice low, âBecause heâs not the one I fell in love with.â
You can feel him staring at you through the stillness that settles around the both of you.
âIâm sorry. I donât know why I said that.â His voice is low, averting his gaze back down to his lap.
âWell, I do.â You reply quite sharply. âI know youâve always been insecure about your brother, Jongin. Itâs just not fair that you take it out on me.â
He remains quiet for the rest of the drive, still staring down at his hands.
Youâre right. He knows youâre right. Heâs just too proud to admit it.
Kai has always been the better twin. Smarter, funnier, more popular. Jongin cannot help but get jealous, even if he hates to admit that he does. Everything Jongin does, he does for approval, but all it seems to do is irritate Kai. He thought that following in his brotherâs footsteps would make the elder like him more, but no matter what he does, he can never seem to win.Â
And now heâs pulled you into that mess.
The moment the car stills in the driveway, Jongin is stepping out wordlessly. He can hear the low sigh you let out behind him as he moves to unlock the front door. Only, it seems as if heâs misplaced his keys again.
You heave another sigh, louder this time as you pull out your own keys to unlock the front door. Once inside, the two of you each head your separate ways.
The rest of the afternoon and evening is spent like this, a tense sort of silence between the both of you. Sure, youâve had fights before, but never anything like this. You know Kai has always been a touchy subject for Jongin, but heâs never gone so far as to avoid you when you bring him up. Perhaps you should talk to him after you get back from picking up your outfits for tomorrow.
Only, when you step back through the door, Jongin has up and disappeared on you again. At least this time he left a note.
Needed to sort out my head. Be back in time for mission.
Letting out a sigh, you retreat to your bedroom. You might as well get as much sleep as you can before tomorrow. You have a feeling youâre going to need it.
***
Jongin doesnât return home until an hour before youâre supposed to leave for the ballet. He walks in to see you pacing near the front, already dressed and ready for the evening assassination.
You can see the words forming on his lips, but you raise a hand into the air to stop him. âSave it. You need to get ready.â
A solemn nod is all you receive in response as Jongin retreats to the bedroom. Not even forty minutes later, he reappears, fully dressed and ready to go.Â
The button up he wears beneath his open blazer is slightly larger than it should be, the white material spilling out further than it should where itâs tucked into his pants. He struggles to fix it, and you can only click your tongue in response. Nancy adjusted his outfit based on Kaiâs measurements yesterday, and Jonginâs brother just so happens to be the slightest bit buffer than he is.
The clothes still fit, just not as well as they should.
Looking upwards, you finally meet his gaze.
âI wonât ask you where youâve been.â Your first real words to him since heâs gotten back. âWhatever you needed to sort out was your business. Just-â you let out a somewhat sad sigh, âif this isnât working out for you anymore, Jongin, all I ask is that you donât string me along.â
Immediately, heâs shaking his head, closing the distance between the both of you in order to take your hands gently into his.
âI-â
The front door opens, and in steps Kai.
You drop Jonginâs hands. âWeâll talk about this later.â
Kaiâs brow quirks, gaze darting between the both of you, âAm I interrupting something?â
Jongin is quick to recover, the corner of his lips quirking upwards as he huffs out a laugh, âNothing of importance.â
He fails to see the way your entire demeanour falls, but Kai doesnât. However, before the elder male can so much as ask if youâre okay, youâre walking past him.
âLetâs get this over with.â You mumble, grabbing your clutch from the front table and heading out the door.
Kai spares a brief glance over to his brother, of whom simply shrugs in response.
Letting out a deep sigh, Kai is quick to follow right behind you, shaking his head the whole while. Looks like his brother royally screwed up again, and of course, Kai will have to do damage control to clean up his mess.
As Jongin locks up, Kai takes this time to subtly lean into you.
âYou look gorgeous, by the way.â He keeps his tone low, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as his eyes roam your figure.
You smile lightly. âThank you.â
âCome on,â Jonginâs pointed huff draws both of your attention. âLetâs go.â
Silently, Kai watches as you both slide into the backseat of his car. Heâs supposed to act as your chauffeur this evening, and drop you off at the venue before finding a place to safely park the car and assume his position. He just hopes you can all last the night.
About halfway through the drive, you get a call from Quincy.
âHave you heard the news?â Her gruff voice sounds through the speakers of your phone, allowing the two males to hear the conversation at her instruction.
âWhat news?â Kaiâs brow furrows.
âBoth Shinobu and Nancy were found dead in their homes this morning.â She says, and you cannot prevent the way your breath hitches in your throat. âWe suspect it was Don Vanderleenâs men sending a warning to us before the events of tonight. You three be extra careful, and make sure you donât fuck this up. The last thing we need is more of our good agents being taken down.â
âYes, Maâam.â Your reply is somewhat breathless as she soon ends the call.
A heavy silence permeates the air between the three of you as you get closer to the theatre. The news is both sudden and shocking, causing your blood to run cold. You might not actually be prepared for what youâve just gotten yourself into.
âAre you okay?â Jongin stares intently at you, reaching over to place a gentle hand over your own in your lap.
âYeah.â You blink, seemingly focussing back in on the reality around you. âYeah, Iâm fine.â
You fail to see the worried glance Kai sends you through the rearview mirror. Though, thereâs something else hidden there, too. Something far more sinister than either of you two realize as his gaze shifts to the male offering you comforts from beside you.
âWeâre almost there,â Kai states, somewhat roughly.
He clears his throat.
âThe sooner we get this done, the better.â You sigh, eyes falling shut as you run a hand lightly over the side of your face. âRemember, if anything goes wrong, we rendezvous at the hotel across the street.â
âRight.â Both males respond at the same time, firmly nodding their heads once each.
Pulling up just outside of the theatre, you exhale a breath through your nose. Steeling your features into a look of determination, you motion for Jongin to exit the car.
âLetâs do this.â
The moment the car door opens, you can tell that Jongin has slipped into his persona for the evening. As he reaches back to help you exit the vehicle, you immediately do the same.
No longer are you both mister and missus Kim, but the Roverâs. Two souls madly in love with one another to the point of it becoming obnoxious to the people around you. People cannot help but to notice how you cling onto one another, giving you each the perfect alibi for when the time comes. You are to be inseparable. At least, to those around you.
Jongin is quick to wrap his arm around your waist as soon as you move to stand beside him. His touch is nothing but gentle, thumb smoothing over the material of your dress as he guides you inside. Each step is meticulous, your eyes subtly scanning the crowd for potential targets, security, and escapes routes. You all may have planned for this evening, but that doesnât mean something couldnât go very wrong.
Stepping up to the entrance, Jongin is quick to pull the two tickets reserved for the both of you out of the inside of his suit jacket. Wordlessly, he hands them to the concierge, whispering lowly how excited he is to spend the night with his beautiful wife.
You giggle at this, leaning in to him and placing a hand on his chest. Your own reply is low as you tell him itâs because youâre finally able to spend some time with your handsome husband that youâre able to look this good for him.
The way the concierge smiles tightly at you both while handing you both your tickets says it all. At least the act is believable.
âEnjoy the show.â He comments lowly, eyes pleading for the two of you to hurry inside.
âOh, believe me,â your painted lips curl upwards in a sultry grin. âWe will.â
You swear that were the poor man not working, he would have gagged at the way you giggle after your own words. You can tell heâs relieved to be rid of you as he holds the door open for the both of you to slip inside, nearly chuckling to yourself at his tight expression as soon as youâre passed him.
Jonginâs grip tightens slightly around your waist.
âThere he is.â He leans in once more to whisper lowly in your ear, motioning to the side with his chin.
Shifting your gaze, you follow in the direction heâs pointed you in. A blink, and you see your target standing by the complimentary bar. A glass of wine rests in his grubby hands, high profile women and men surrounding him on either side. A boisterous laugh escapes him, his dark hair slicked back with grease as a wolfish grin tugs at his lips. Even from here, you can see the sheen of sweat that paints his flushed skin, and you nearly gag.
âI just hope I donât get a single drop of that manâs vile blood on me tonight, but I know thatâs just wishful thinking.â You mutter, disgust pulling at your features.
âYou and me both, Darlinâ.â Jongin replies, holding you tighter against him. âAre you ready?â
âIf we didnât have to interact with him all night, I would count myself blessed.â You exhale sharply through your nose. âLetâs just get this over with.â
Jongin squeezes your waist reassuringly as he begins to lead you both over to that group of investors surrounding Don Vanderleen. A group which your agency painstakingly infiltrated to make both you and Jongin a part of as the Roverâs.
âGood evening, Mister Vanderleen,â you cut in smoothly into the conversation, drawing everybodyâs attention as you extend your hand out for him to shake. âItâs an honour to make your acquaintance.â
Recognition flashes in his eyes, and immediately heâs reaching out to grasp your hand in his own. Only, instead of shaking it, he brings the back up to his lips, placing what youâre sure is supposed to be a delicate kiss onto your skin.
You nearly grimace at the moist feeling left lingering on your hand, resisting the urge to wipe off the residue of the kiss this vile excuse of a man has given you. Hell, even Jongin tenses beside you.
âAh, yes,â he hums, nodding firmly in Jonginâs direction. âYou must be the Roverâs. Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
âThe pleasure is all ours,â Jongin replies, forcing a polite smile onto his lips.
âOnce my dear hubby told me about the opportunities our investments could lead to with you, I couldnât wait to meet you.â Your voice portrays the perfect mix of both enthusiasm and excitement. âHe said youâd have further information for us on what this grants us in shares tonight?â
Vanderleen laughs at this, his whole chest shaking as the people around you all chuckle.
âSomeoneâs a little eager lily,â he grins, but it only serves to make you feel unnerved. You donât particularly enjoy the way he continues to eye you up and down, licking his lips as if he is ready to consume you at any moment. âI promise to let both you and your husband know everything you need to know when the time is right, little missy. Preferably when weâre somewhere a little more private.â
You smile your understanding, even if it doesnât quite reach your eyes. Still, itâs enough to fool the people standing around you.
You both fall into idle smalltalk after that, conversing with the rest of his supposed investors for the evening. That is, until the doors open, and everyone is filing into their respective seats.
Jongin and you follow Don Vanderleen all the way up to the special booth that has been reserved for you this evening. Only you, your husband, your target, and three others of Vanderleenâs party have been reserved for this balcony, making it much easier for you, Jongin, and Kai to do what youâve come here to do.
The six seats rest three to a row, you and Jongin in front, while Vanderleenâs men file in the back. Unfortunately for you, the man of the hour decides to sit on your left, and he doesnât seem to be that big of a fan of personal space.
The only thing separating you from the male beside you is the armrest, and you choose to angle yourself as far away from him as possible without drawing suspicion to yourself. Of course, with your covers, itâs easy for you to lean as close to Jongin as possible. It simply appears as you being unequivocally in love with him, but it becomes increasingly difficult not to twitch each time the man on your left âaccidentallyâ brushes against you in some way.
Clearing your throat, you steel yourself for talking to this man once more.
âWeâre somewhere more private now, Sir Vanderleen,â you comment. âWouldnât you agree?â
âPlease,â he leans in closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol clinging to his rancid breath. You nearly gag. âCall me Don.â
âAlright then,â you smile politely, eyes crinkling, âDon.â
You swear you see the man shiver before you.
âWell, as you know, my company handles many different aspects of many different industries.â The moment he sees you nod eagerly, he continues, âmy business covers every domain you could possibly imagine: finances, political influences,â he purposely meets your gaze, âpleasure.â
You cannot prevent the way your eyes widen naturally at this.
âAh, I see that has caught your interest.â He chuckles, his hand resting dangerously close to you on the armrest as his fingers curl around the wood. âI suppose I could let you in on the more private aspects of our company later on. After all, you seem like a very respectable woman who knows what she wants.â
âShe certainly doesnât take things for granted,â Jongin chimes in, his arm casually settling around your shoulders as he pulls you the slightest bit closer to him. âUnlike some people.â
Something within the other maleâs eyes flash, but he backs off. For now.
âI see,â he hums, settling back into his seat. âI suppose that conversation will have to wait for a different time, then.â
The lights begin to dim, the orchestra picking up their instruments in preparation for the beginning of the show.
âI suppose so.â You hum, turning your attention to the front as you settle further into Jonginâs side.
Itâs almost time.
The curtain rises, and the true event finally begins.
Near the end of act one, Jongin excuses himself to the menâs room just as planned. Only, you donât expect Don Vanderleen to take this opportunity to lean further into you.
Casually, the male replaces where Jonginâs arm had been with his own, his wandering fingers dancing along the skin of your shoulder.
You nearly shiver in disgust.
âIâd say this is more private, wouldnât you?â He grins, keeping his voice low as he closes the remaining distance between your bodies. âPerfect timing to talk about more personal matters, if youâd like.â
No, what youâd like is to continue watching the ballet. You wish for Jongin to hurry the fuck up with clearing out Vanderleenâs bodyguards from the booth, and to get as far away from this man before the bullets start flying. However, you know that thatâs not what you came here to do. You nearly sigh, putting on an expression of pure curiosity instead as you turn to face the male beside you.
âOf course,â you reply, just as lowly. âI would like nothing more.â
âThis one aspect is very dear to me, I hardly tell anyone about it unless I consider them truly worthy to hear it.â He meets your gaze, a sort of lull in the way he speaks to you, as if he were speaking to a child. âWhat I tell you stays between us, alright little missy? This is for your ears only.â
You nod your understanding, fingers tightening over one another as you hold them stiffly in your lap.
âYou see, I only offer these positions to the utmost important people who have proved they are qualified to suit my needs.â He licks his lips, gaze shamelessly roaming down your front. âItâs a personal position which guarantees youâll never have to worry about another thing in your life.â
You have to prevent yourself from clenching your teeth in anger. You know exactly where this is leading, for this is the exact same spiel he tells all the women he tricks into signing themselves over to him to be trafficked.
âYou would be living a life of complete luxury, moving from one place to another, and visiting countries of your wildest dreams.â He continues, creeping closer with each word. âYou would meet so many important dignitaries. Everyone would want to be you, and everyone would desire what you have.â
âWhy, this offer sounds almost too good to refuse,â you chuckle, somewhat nervously.
Jongin sure is taking his sweet time. He should be back by now, right?
âYou would be foolish not to accept.â He chuckles along with you. âAfter all, youâd never have to worry about anything ever again. Iâd take care of all of it for you, and Iâm a man who never goes back on my word.â His free hand comes to settle on your knee, and this time, you cannot prevent the shiver of disgust that trails down your spine. Only, he perceives it as something else. You can just tell from the way that he smirks. âEspecially not when youâd be personally working for me.â
You absolutely despise the way he drawls those words out, his rancid breath tickling the shell of your ear.
Luckily, itâs at this point that Jongin finally returns, taking note of how stiff you sit while Don Vanderleen practically drapes himself over you.
Harshly, he clears his throat. âAm I interrupting something?â
Vanderleen smirks, pulling away from you rather slowly, âNot at all.â
âDon was just telling me all about a special opportunity he had for me,â you say innocently as Jongin sits back in his seat to your right.
You notice both males stiffen on either side of you.
âMissy, I thought we agreed that that was to stay between us.â Thereâs a sudden sharpness to his gaze that you do not fail to pick up on.
âYes, but I donât do anything without my loving husband.â You chuckle, leaning yourself further into Jonginâs side. Your gaze darts to him, and your eyes nearly widen at the small stain of red that smudges the collar of his white shirt. Thinking quickly, you angle yourself into him, lips pressing delicately against the material and leaving a bright red lipstick stain over the mark. You blink up at him innocently. âIsnât that right, My Love.â
âAlways, My Love.â Jongin purposefully meets Vanderleenâs gaze from over the top of your head as his arms pull you in closer. âIâm sure youâd do the same to protect whatâs yours.â
Vanderleenâs eyebrow twitches in annoyance. âUndoubtably.â
The moment the male turns back to observe the stage, all hell breaks loose.
The sound of shattering glass is synonymous with the screams of terror that suddenly fill the venue as gunshots ring throughout. People panicking and running from their seats to the exits block every chance of escape, swarming the aisle as shouting reaches your ears.
A bullet just misses your shoulder.
A loud cry of pain from your left reaches your ears, and in the blink of an eye, you feel yourself be pulled down onto the ground on top of a body. Sparing a glance downwards reveals your husband clinging to your for dear life, a fear unlike ever before shining within his gaze. Blood seeps into the material of his blazer, staining his white shirt red beneath his black suit as he holds you above him.Â
To the side, Don Vanderleen bleeds out. A cough escapes him, nothing but red falling from his lips and choking him out as he reaches towards you one final time before falling dead right before your very eyes.
Another gunshot is heard from above.
Scrambling to your feet, you duck for cover behind the wall of the balcony. Jongin follows right behind, using his body as a shield to cover you this time.
âAre you hurt?â He turns to you once youâre both out of range, checking you over for injuries.
You shake your head. âAre you?â
Your eyes catch on the red now staining his clothes and your breath hitches, hands scrambling to find the injury before he bleeds out.
âDonât worry, Darlinâ,â he assures you, gently stroking his hands down the sides of your arms despite the chaos erupting around you. âItâs not mine.â
His words only help to ease your worry a fraction.
âThere was another sniper.â You comment lowly.
âKai can handle it.â He states.
At the look you send him, he sighs.
âFine.â Jongin removes his blazer, wrapping it securely around your shoulders. âYouâve done what you came here to do. Iâll go check on him, and then Iâll meet you at the hotel across the street. Okay?â
âBut-â
âDarlinâ,â thereâs that same look of fear in his eyes from only a few minutes ago, âI almost lost you tonight. Donât make me go through that again.â
A silent understanding passes between the both of you, and you recognize that heâs not just referring to tonight, but yesterday as well. That fight feels like so long ago now, given the circumstances of the evening. Yet, you still find yourself nodding your head.
âI promise to be as quick as I can.â He kisses your forehead briefly.
âBe safe,â you squeeze his hands gently. âI want to be able to watch the sunset with you.â
He smiles. âAs long as you stay with me for the sunrise.â
A nod is all he receives from you before heâs disappearing around the corner. He can feel his heart pounding as he races to the roof, hoping beyond everything that you manage to get out safely, and that his brother is okay.
***
Looking back on it now, this is probably the second worst night of Kaiâs entire life. Sure, the male has been in some tricky situations before, but none as harrowing as this one.
First, he had to watch you be even more loving towards his brother all evening. Then, he had to sit through that filth of a man coming onto you throughout the entirety of the second act of Swan Lake. He was so distracted by his anger, that he failed to see the second presence creeping onto the roof a little ways away from him. It wasnât until he saw the reflection of the lights upon the sniperâs watch that Kai noticed the other male taking aim directly at you.
Kai saw red, his body moving on instinct at that. It nearly cost him the mission, but more importantly, your life.
What made the situation worse was when he watched his brother pull you on top of himself for protection. The bastard couldnât even protect you properly, opting to sacrifice you to save himself.
Now, as he wrestles off the other sniperâs back-up, he finds himself gritting his teeth in frustration. He has no idea if you got out safely, or if youâre injured. The only thing he does know, is that that bastard Don Vanderleen is finally dead.
Like hell Kai would ever let that pathetic excuse of a human live after watching what he did to you tonight.
A gunshot sounds in the night air, and Kai swears heâs about to feel the worst pain of his life. Only, at the way the man on top of him falls limply to his side, he realizes that someone is here to aid him.
âCouldnât handle a few measly little troopers?â Jonginâs familiar mocking tone calls out through the silence. âYouâre losing your touch.â
âI was doing just fine until you showed up.â Kai responds gruffly, pushing himself back to his feet and noticing all of the other henchmen have been disposed of.
âUh-huh,â Jongin hums knowingly, a quirk to his brow as he tosses the gun in his hand to the side. âSure.â
Kai spares a glance at his brother, noticing the blood that stains his once pure white shirt. He freezes, eyes locking on that mark of bright red lipstick that practically glares at him from the collar of Jonginâs shirt.
âIs that-â the words get stuck in his throat. He swallows.
At the way his elder twin keeps glancing at the blood on his shirt, Jongin is quick to understand what heâs asking.
âI know, right?â Jongin scoffs, rolling his eyes. âDisgusting. The bastard bled all over me.â
Kai nearly lunges at his brother, but he realizes Jongin isnât actually talking about you. He clears his throat. âAnd our partner?â
âMy wife is fine, thanks for asking.â Jongin replies, a dry huff escaping him. âYou nearly missed by the way.â
âYeah, well, I had my hands full.â Kai begins to quickly disassemble his rifle, storing it back in its case.
âDidnât think a few weaklings like this could slow you down.â Jongin rolls his eyes.
âI was a little busy attempting not to blow the fuckerâs brains out early for assaulting your wife.â Kai snaps, his patience growing thinner by the second. âWhile you were off eyeing the ballerinas, I was actually doing my job.â
âYou think I would risk the mission to go peep on the performers?â Jonginâs voice is incredulous. âYou really think I would cheat on my wife?âÂ
âNow that your other two hustles are dead, I assumed you were in the market for a new one.â Kai retorts, zipping up his rifleâs case quite pointedly before slinging it onto his back.
âNever thought youâd be one to disrespect the dead, but here we are.â Jongin shakes his head. âYou are so adamant on making me into the bad guy, Kai, and I just donât understand why.â
âHow can I make you into something you already are?â Kai tilts his head, almost mockingly at his brother.
âWhat do you think I could have possibly done this time?â Jongin replies, throwing his hands into the air exasperatedly.
âI definitely didnât think up you pulling your own goddamn wife on top of you when bullets started flying just so you could save your own skin!â Kaiâs tone is harsh, nothing but pure anger pulling at his brow. âHow about that conversation I walked in on tonight. Did you or did you not practically admit to her that she was unimportant? To your own wife, nonetheless. Not to mention the countless times youâve ignored her needs in favour of your own. Do you even know how she feels when you flirt so openly with other people around her? I canât imagine it feels good.â
âYou know nothing, Kai,â Jongin seethes, his hands clenching into fists beside him. âStop pretending that you do.â
âDonât I?â Kai drops his bags, the material making a dull thunk as it hits the roof. âIâve lived with you our whole lives, Jongin. I know when youâre lying, and I know for a fact that you donât love her. If you did, you wouldnât do half the shit that you do.â
âHow dare you say that I donât love her!â Jongin spits back, voice low and deadly. His eyes flash with the same intensity as his brotherâs across from him, the air becoming thick with tension. âI love her more than anything in this godforsaken world!â
âLike hell you do!â Kaiâs fury spikes, sanity close to snapping.
âWhat would you know of the matter? You donât know half the shit Iâve done for her.â Jongin hisses through gritted teeth. âI made sure to kill every fucking doubt sheâs had about our relationship recently. Doubts you donât know anything about. Thereâs nothing, no one in this world that loves her more than I do. I would do anything for her, and thatâs more than you can say.â
Kai goes so still, he swears that heâs stopped breathing. His mind races with all that tonight has offered him. Not even a second later, his entire body begins to tremble.
âYouâre wrong.â His voice is low, deadly like the approach of an oncoming storm. Already, he can see his vision blurring, fading in and out as he attempts to ground himself. âThere will always be one person who will love her, who can always love her, more.â
âOh, yeah?â Jongin scoffs, crossing his arms in front of her chest. âAnd just who might that be?â
A beat of silence as the two males lock eyes from across the roof.
âMe.â
Without wasting another thought, the two males lunge.
***
His breathing is uneven as he stumbles down the hallway of the hotel. The stairs were a bit of a challenge, but he figured itâd be easier and less conspicuous than taking the elevator to the top floor. Even still, his lungs burn as he braces himself against the wall, chest heaving with every breath.
Blood drips down his face and onto the white of his shirt, nearly smudging against that perfect imprint of your lips on the collar. Blood that is no longer his own. Every time he closes his eyes, he can still hear the sound of his fist on flesh, bones cracking beneath his fingers as fabric tore upon his skin.
Out of the corner of his eye, a ring glints on his finger. The light from the fluorescents makes the golden band glow, and from that simple glance alone, he can feel his heart racing inside of his chest.
The only thought on his mind right now is you.Â
He needs to find you. To make sure that youâre okay. To make sure that youâre safe.
His head spins, and he can barely see through his blurring vision. He doesnât even know how he managed to get down from the roof of the theatre and make his way to the hotel across the street, but he did. All just to see you.
Stumbling to the door, he checks the room number once more. Seeing itâs the correct one this time, he begins to jostle the knob.
Locked.
A sigh heaves from his throat, resting his forehead against the dark wood separating you from him.Â
If only he still had his key.
Movement heard on the other side of the door catches his attention. A moment later, and the lock is sliding out of place, the wood opening to reveal your face gazing upon him in worry.
âJongin,â you seemingly breathe out a sigh of relief. âLeave it to you to lose your keys again.â You shake your head lightly, pulling him inside quickly. âCome on, letâs get you cleaned up.â
Not even a minute later, youâve sat the male on the bathroom counter, a towel held in your hands as you stand between his legs.
âI was worried about you, you know.â You dip the towel in some water before beginning to gently clean the blood from his face. âI didnât think you would take so long.â
He clears his throat. âIâm sorry for making you wait.â
His voice sounds a bit strained, tone a deeper than usual. You chalk that up to stress. He usually sounds this way when heâs tired.
âAre you okay?â You pause your movements to stare deeply into his eyes. âYouâre not hurt, are you?â
He shakes his head, gaze flitting everywhere over your features as if to commit your concerned expression to memory.
âGood.â You smile lightly, continuing to clean the blood from his face. âThis doesnât mean Iâm not still upset at you, by the way.â
âIâm sorry.â His response is immediate, hands coming up to cup your face gently as he meets your gaze. âFor everything. I know Iâm an asshole, and I can be selfish. The thought of losing you is just too difficult for me to bear, and after tonight I promise you Iâll be a better man. Iâll be the perfect husband from now on. I wonât make you doubt. Iâll treat you right, like youâve always deserved.â
You quirk a brow, the corner of your lips twitching upwards slightly in amusement.
âSomeone still in character?â You joke lightly, shifting the cloth to begin wiping the blood from his neck. There seems to be a small scrape near his left eyebrow, but it no longer appears to be bleeding.
Softly, he releases his hold on your face, grabbing your wrist in his one hand to halt your movements.
âTonight has just made me realize that I need to stop taking things for granted, especially you.â He replies earnestly. âEvery day, I count myself lucky that a sinner like me has been blessed to love an angel like you.â
Your eyebrows raise in amusement. âI thought you didnât like all that religious talk?â
He hums, pulling you the slightest bit closer to wrap his arms around your waist. If only you could hear just how fast his heart is racing. âI think I can make an exception just this once.â
âI should mark the calendar.â You tease, poking his chest. âYou finally admitted your faults for once.â
His lips part dramatically. âBut Darling, you know that Iâm already perfect.â
âThere he is,â you chuckle, shoving him playfully.
âWho?â He quirks a brow.
âMy loving husband, of course.â You grin, rolling your eyes lightly.
His lips part, and he pulls you flush against his chest. Tightly, he holds you to him, his face buried into the side of your neck as his whole body shakes.
âJongin, whatâs gotten into you tonight?â You pat his back warily. âYouâre awfully affectionate.â
âI told you,â he whispers lowly, âI need to appreciate what I have before itâs gone.â
âYouâre not going to lose me.â You gently begin to card your fingers through his hair, hearing him hum lightly in response. âNot that easily.â
His grip tightens around your waist, absolutely revelling in this moment here with you. âI donât deserve you.â
Immediately, you pull away to look into his eyes, a somewhat stern look on your face. âDonât start that again.â
âWhat?â His brow furrows the slightest bit in confusion.
âSaying that youâre unworthy of my love.â This time, itâs you who cups his face in your hands. âYou are more than worthy, Baby. Donât ever forget that.â
You notice tears begin to well in his eyes, spilling over in the next moment. Tears which you are quick to brush away.
âYou know, sometimes I cannot help but wonder,â you hum, noticing you have his complete and utter attention, âwould you still have proposed if you didnât think your brother approved of me?â
The way he tenses slightly, breath seemingly hitching in his throat has you smiling reassuringly at him.
âI know how desperately you long for his approval, Jongin, and I know thatâs why you act out sometimes,â you keep your voice low. âKnow that you donât need his approval for anything. He probably doesnât need yours, so donât worry about his.â
All the male before you can do is blink.
âIâm proud of who you are.â You tell him, finally finishing wiping the blood from his skin. âI hope that counts for something.â
âIt counts for everything,â he breathes, thumbs stroking languidly against the skin of your hips.
Again, you smile, placing the used towel in the hamper provided for you beside the sink.
âHeâs okay, though, right?â You search his features, noting the irritated twitch of his brow. âYou managed to find him on the roof?â
âI didnât see him,â he replies, somewhat gruffly.
Your head tilts slightly, brow furrowing in worry. âI thought the whole reason I sent you up to the roof in the first place was so you could make sure he was okay.â
âIâm sure heâs fine, Darling.â A sigh escapes him through his nose. âItâs not like he hasnât up and disappeared on you before.â
âOn us, Jongin.â Your frown deepens, turning to exit the bathroom. âMaybe I should call him just in case.â
A hand on your wrist stops you.
âWhy do you care so much about him, anyways?â Thereâs something shining behind his eyes that you donât quite understand, but you turn around to face him regardless.
âI thought we talked about this, Jongin.â You sigh lowly. âKai is still your brother. I care about him in the same ways I know you care about him. Even if you donât want to admit it, I know you worry about him.â
âHe didnât care about me.â
âThatâs bullshit, and you know it.â You meet his gaze with a stern one of your own. âYour brother-â
âCan we please stop talking about my brother?â The exasperation is clear in his voice as he practically pleads with you using his eyes.
Your expression softens, âOf course, Baby.â
The male seemingly breathes a sigh a relief, releasing his hold on your wrist not even a moment later.
âWhy donât you grab a shower, and then we can head to bed?â You turn to the cabinet to pull out a fresh set of towels. âWeâve both had a long day.â
âWill you join me?â Before he can stop himself, the words are out of his mouth.
Turning to look at him from over your shoulder, you smile, repeating your words from a mere minute earlier, âOf course, Baby.â
Grabbing another set of fresh towels, you place them both on top of the counter. Even though you already showered off before he returned, you donât mind joining your husband one bit. Besides, he looks like he could use your company.
By the time youâve turned back around, heâs already undone all the buttons on his shirt, his torso on full display. You couldnât really tell before, but itâs as if his shirt suddenly had fit him better, unlike at the beginning of the evening. Either way, you shamelessly trail your gaze over his front, watching with a darkening gaze as he begins to unbuckle his belt.
The way his breath hitches as he looks up to see you already staring at him with hooded eyes does not go unnoticed by you.
âWhat?â The corner of your lips quirk upwards. âAm I not allowed to admire my husband from time to time?â
He swallows thickly, his Adamâs apple bobbing with the movement. âYou can admire me anytime youâd like, Darling.â
A tender smile is all he receives from you in response as you move to turn on the shower. Testing the water, you make sure itâs a desirable temperature before ridding yourself of your own clothes.
The whole time you strip, you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You can feel your whole body warm beneath his stare, even more so when you turn to face him.
There he stands, looking completely mesmerized by you. Heâs gazing at you as if you hung each and every single star in the night sky personally just for him, his eyes shining with the deepest form of admiration youâve ever seen him give you. It makes you feel shy, darting your gaze to the side briefly to avoid the intensity of his own.
âStop looking at me like that.â You mumble, stepping into the shower shortly afterwards.
He follows right behind, humming lightly. âLike what?â
âYouâre acting like youâve never seen me naked before,â you chuckle, turning to face him and poking him lightly on his chest.
He stands beneath the spray of water, feeling it cascade down the planes of his back as he meets your gaze. He quirks a brow, never shifting his eyes from your own for one second, âAm I not allowed to admire my beautiful goddess that has chosen to fully reveal herself to a sinner like me?â
You can feel your cheeks heating, and you know itâs not from the steam of the shower. âAgain with the religious talk?â
âMaybe Iâm a changed man.â He grins, hands finding purchase gently on your hips, but never wandering.
A fact which you find quite peculiar at the moment, for you know Jongin would take every and any opportunity to squeeze your ass while youâre both naked in the shower.
âYouâre certainly acting like it,â your hands settle on the skin of his shoulders, sliding upwards to caress his neck, followed immediately by you cupping his face gingerly as you stare into his eyes.
âI thought I told you that I was going to start appreciating you more.â He hums knowingly. âAfter all, you deserve no less.â
Again, your brow quirks teasingly. âOkay, Mister Rover.â
He simply smiles in response, the familiar crinkling of his eyes offering you comfort during this time.
Nothing more is said between the both of you as you wash each other beneath the warmth of the water. Every touch is careful, tender in the way his fingers caress your skin. Whatâs even more surprising is that he watches your reactions carefully, never lingering too long on your ass or your breasts more than is necessary. A stark contrast to what youâre used to with him, but itâs quite nice for a change. Refreshing, in a way. Something you have always longed for with him.
Softly, your fingers massage his scalp as you wash his hair. His eyes flutter shut, absolutely revealing in such a tender moment with you here in time.
All too soon, youâre both stepping out of the shower. You hand him one of the towels as you begin to dry yourself off, noticing how his gaze still never leaves your form. Only, his gentle touch halts you before you can get very far.
âHere,â he takes the towel from your hands, his already secured around his waist as water droplets cascade down his chest. âLet me.â
His touch is soft as the plushness of the towel caresses your form. He starts at your shoulders, sliding the cloth down each arm individually before bringing your hands up to place a kiss upon the back of them both times. Then, heâs moving down your torso, thumbs smoothing over the fabric as he dries your chest. The way he cups your breasts is so tender, your nipples hardening from his ministrations as you nearly let out a low moan.
He steps closer.
Everywhere that towel graces your skin, his loving gaze is quick to follow. There is not a single part of you that goes untouched, that he has not touched before, but this is the most intimate moment you think youâve ever shared with him. Never has he caressed you like this before. Hell, never has he gazed upon you like this before.
Selfishly, you never want it to stop.
The sound of the towel being dropped onto the floor draws your attention. His hands rest on your waist, fingers trembling against your skin as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.
âYou are perfect in every way, Darling. Did you know that? Perfect, and so, so, so, so, so beautiful.âHis voice is barely above a whisper, but you still hear him loud and clear. He sighs your name so tenderly, as if it is a gospel upon his lips and only you can offer him rapture. âI love you. So goddamn much.â
Your expression softens, hand coming up to cup the side of his face as you stare down at him with nothing but love in your eyes.
âPlease, Darling,â his grip tightens ever so faintly around your waist, âmay I touch you? May I kiss you, and make love to you like youâve always deserved? I want to treat you right, and make you feel good. Tonight, itâs all about you.â
Your heart positively flutters at his words, breath catching in your throat.
âPlease?â Heâs close to begging at this point, but he doesnât care. This night has already been everything that he could have ever asked for, and so much more.
You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, your heart swelling in your chest. He actually asked this time.
The answer escapes you before you even have the chance to think about it, tears of content welling in your eyes.Â
âYes.â You nod vigorously. âYes, you may.â
The smile that stretches across his features is nothing short of brilliant, staring up at you with nothing but awe reflected in his gaze. Slowly, his hands slide down your waist, settling onto the sides of your thighs as he leans into you.
Softly, he places his lips upon your skin. Starting at about your mid-thigh, he takes his time trailing gentle kisses up your body, hands holding you steady. You cannot tell whoâs shaking more, you or him, but at the feeling of his tongue darting out to soothe over your skin, you find that you donât particularly care.
Each press of his lips against you is meticulous, nothing more than a gentle caress as he ascends your figure, muttering praises all the while.
âYour curves are hypnotizing, Darling.â He breathes against your skin, hands trailing along your sides as if to emphasize his words.Â
âI adore your thighs. Theyâre so soft and warm, and attached to the most beautiful legs Iâve ever seen.â He brings his one hand down to give your flesh an appreciative squeeze, fingers sinking delicately into your skin.
Gently, his hands find purchase on your waist once more as he trails kisses all along your stomach, breathing deepening with each one. The press of his lips becomes more desperate with every meeting against your flesh, beginning to sensually lave his mouth over you the further upwards he gets.
Darting his gaze upwards, he sees you already staring down at him with hooded eyes. Your breathing has deepened, and your lips are slightly parted. What makes this moment even better is the way your hand comes up to lightly begin threading your fingers through his still damp hair.
He hums, licking a strip up your body starting from your mid-torso to between your breasts. Gently, he nuzzles against your chest, nose brushing against your skin as he moves to settle his face into the side of your neck.
âThere isnât a part of you that has not captivated me from the very first glance,â he whispers lowly against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. âIâm sorry that it has taken me this long to be able to fully appreciate you, Darling.â
Youâre sure he can feel the way your heart stutters from his words alone, feeling him smile against the skin of your neck.
You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. âShall we move this to the bed?â
This time, there is no mistaking the way he smiles as he pulls back to stare lovingly into your eyes. âI would love nothing more.â
Grasping your hand in his, he leads you out of the bathroom. His towel has long since fallen from his hips, and you take the time to admire his broad backside as he walks back out into the main area of the room.
To the side, your dress hangs. Not a single spec of blood can be seen, juxtaposed to the black suit jacket which had dripped a lethargic pool of red onto the floor.
âYou know,â you hum, drawing his attention to you once more as your eyes shine playfully, âmy husbandâs got a nice ass.â
The corners of his lips quirk upwards slowly, mirth dancing in his orbs as he helps you settle onto the bed. âIt matches my wifeâs perfect one.â
You slap his arm lightly as he craws over you, grins dancing on both of your features.Â
âJongin!â
You swear the male above you flinches, but before you can say anything, his forehead pressing against your own draws your attention.
âI would prefer if you didnât call me that tonight, Darling.â His voice is but a quiet whisper upon your ears.
You blink, tilting your head slightly in curiosity. This isnât the first time heâs wanted you to call him something else in the bedroom, and youâre sure it wonât be the last. âThen, what would you like me to call you tonight, Baby?â
He takes a moment before he answers, and you cannot tell if itâs in hesitation, or if he actually has to think about it.
âMy Love.â He finally seems to settle on a response. âI want you to call me yours. Your one and only. Your love.â
You smile softly, fingers back to threading through his hair. âI can do that.â
The way his eyes light up in excitement makes you chuckle fondly.
âAs long as you do the same for me.âÂ
You can feel the way his semi-erect cock twitches against the skin of your thigh from your words.
âI would love nothing more.â His voice is breathless, the deepest of affections shining within his gaze.
âOh?â You quirk a brow at this, a teasing lilt to your tone. âAnd here I was thinking Iâd have to beg you for it like the last time.â
He tilts his head slightly, amusement dancing on his features. Though, you swear you see his eyebrow twitch.
âI thought you didnât like using those types of endearments in the bedroom?â Your expression is nothing but playful as your fingers still in his hair.
âChanged man, remember?â He grins, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead. âI said I would take care of you, and thatâs exactly what I intend to do. In every and any way imaginable.â
âI suppose so,â you hum, pulling him closer into you.
âNow, My Love,â he stares deeply into your eyes as he licks his lips, gaze darting down to your own briefly, âmay I kiss you?â
Once more, your heart swells inside of your chest, a pleasant warmth flooding your veins. You nod your head, âYou may.â
His lips are on your own without another thought, pouring everything he is into the kiss. His one hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking tenderly against your skin as he slowly grinds himself into you. The way you moan into his mouth makes his head spin.
Reluctantly, he parts from your lips, trailing his own back down your neck. Lightly, he nips at your skin, sucking gently until he finds that one spot that has you moaning for him again. Once he finds it, he cannot help but smile, laving his tongue over your flesh before suckling at the spot eagerly.
Sensually, he places open mouthed kisses all along your collarbones and down your chest. His hands hold onto your waist firmly, grounding him to you and the beautiful reality before him. His thumbs barely ghost along the undersides of your breasts, yet still, he waits for your permission.
The moment you nod, practically begging him with your eyes to touch you, his hands are on your breasts. Eagerly, he palms the tender flesh, giving them each an appreciative squeeze as he trails more open mouthed kisses between them. His thumbs move to trace over your pert nipples, circling them gently as he moans against your skin.
âSo beautiful,â he trails kisses over the swell of your one breast, tongue darting out to trace over the same path shortly after. He gives them another appreciative squeeze. âSo soft.â
Carefully, his mouth envelopes your one nipple, sucking eagerly at the pert bud. His tongue flicks over your skin, moaning around you as he feels you arch into his touch.
He can never get enough.
Reluctantly, he parts from you only to languidly trail open mouthed kisses to your other breast. Of course, he makes sure to give your other nipple the same amount of attention, rolling the one heâs just parted from slowly between his thumb and index finger.
âMy Love,â the blissful sigh you breathe out has him twitching against you once more, his heart stuttering inside of his chest.
He moans, grinding his hips into your own and letting you feel every inch of his hard cock pressed against you.
Your breath hitches, tossing your head back as your eyes flutter shut.
âDo you feel that, My Love?â His voice is low, airy as he continues to nip at the tender skin of your breast all the while. âDo you feel how hard you make me? How hard you always make me, even just from the thought of you? You have no idea what you do to me.â
âBaby,â your grip tightens in his hair, pulling him closer into you. âKiss me.â
Who is he to deny the one he loves?
In an instant, his lips are back on your own. Tenderly, his tongue caresses yours, holding you close as he continues to grind himself into you. The movement of his hips are almost synonymous with the movement of his tongue, sensually meeting yours every time.
Each sound you make, every reaction you give him, he absolutely revels in. The fact that he is the one to elicit such sinful sounds, such beautiful reactions from you, has a warmth unlike any other flooding his chest. Still, his head spins and his heart races, hands continuing to explore your body eagerly, yet sensually at the same time.
The moment he feels you wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him in closer, he nearly comes on the spot. Only, the feeling of you pushing on his chest halts his every move.
âWhat are you doing?â His brow furrows as he pulls away the slightest bit to look at you.
âThis is usually around the time where you tell me to suck you off, is it not?â You blink up at him, brow furrowing in mild confusion. âDo you not want me to?â
He practically stares down at you, dumbfounded. A moment later, heâs blinking quite rapidly, as if coming back to the reality before him.
âI thought I told you that tonight is all about you,â he can tell that his answer catches you off guard, for now, you are the one staring at him in mild shock. âBesides, Iâd rather see you falling apart on my tongue.â
You blink at him a few times, as if in a daze. âYou want to eat me out?â
âMore than anything,â he practically pants out his answer, chest heaving as he slowly begins to descend your body. His eyes are dark, locked on your face as he places wet, open mouthed kisses against your skin the whole while. Once heâs settled between your legs, he licks his lips, hands eagerly spreading you open for him as his fingers dig into the skin of your thighs. âYou donât know how long Iâve been dying for a taste.â
Your breath hitches, and your thighs twitch, feeling yourself clench around nothing from his words alone. A movement which you know he picks up on, for you can see the way his lips tug upwards smugly as his dark eyes dart to your core.
âI thought-â you blink your surprise away, âI thought you didnât like giving head?â
He licks his lips, pulling you in closer as he meets your gaze.
âI lied.â
The second those words escape him, his lips are on you, and the way your whole body shudders does not go unnoticed by him. He smirks, hearing you sigh in pleasure.
A loud moan falls from him as his tongue drags through your wet folds, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Gently, he laves his entire mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly at your essence all the while. Each movement of his tongue is precise, parting your folds only to flick at your swollen clit in the next moment. He is shameless, and messy, slurping at your wetness as he pulls you closer into him.
The whole time, he never breaks eye contact with you. The heat from his gaze travels straight to your core, and you cannot help the way you clench around his tongue as he circles your lower lips. You can feel the tips of his fingers digging into your skin, holding you down as his nails prick your hips. A sensation unlike anything youâve felt with him before.
His plump lips kiss over your clit, the ghost of his touch sending little jolts of electricity racing up your spine. Not even a moment later, he wraps them around that pert little bud, suckling as he flicks his tongue over you once more.
You cannot help it. Your one hand moves to tangle in his hair, hips shifting against his mouth with his every movement. Your eyes flutter shut, breathless moans escaping you as the wet sounds of his mouth fully devouring you reach your ears. He seems to be enjoying this even more than you are, and you can feel yourself clenching just from that thought alone.
âSo fucking sweet, Baby,â he moans directly over your core, the vibrations sending pleasant tingles up your spine. âBest Iâll ever have.â Something within his eyes flash. âOnly one Iâll ever need.â
A moan of his name nearly escapes you, but you catch yourself just in time. The last time you disobeyed his wishes in the bedroom, he left you high and dry for weeks. The last thing you want is for him to stop now. Not when heâs finally eating you out like youâve always dreamed about. Just like youâve always wanted him to. Especially not when heâs getting this lost in your pussy.
âFuck, My Love, just like that,â you sigh, nothing but bliss pulling at your features as you tug him in closer by his hair.
He moans, tongue lapping eagerly at your juices which continuously flow from you like the sweetest nectar heâs ever had the pleasure of tasting. He never wants this to end, becoming addicted to the desperate way your hips grind against his mouth, seeking more of him.
His grip tightens, moans bordering on low growls as his dark eyes consume every reaction you give him. Slowly, he begins grinding himself down on the mattress, seeking any sort of friction to relieve the aching of his hard cock. Seeing you like this, and knowing youâre seconds away from falling apart because of him and him alone has his head spinning.Â
He wouldnât want it any other way.
His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, feeling the way your essence begins to drip down his chin as he becomes drunk on you. His arms are wrapped around your legs, thighs tossed over his shoulders as he pulls you in closer. His grip is desperate, as if you might disappear from him at any moment, only emphasized by the eager way he sucks your clit back between his lips. Not even a second later, heâs shaking his head lightly from side to side, mouth eagerly consuming every drop you have to offer him.
âFuck yes- just like that,â your voice is airy, lips parting as your moans begin to increase in pitch. Your eyes squeeze shut in bliss. âDonât stop! Please, donât stop!â
The deepest of browns gaze at you with nothing but tender love and affection, pleading you with his eyes to fall apart. Heâs just as desperate as you are, moaning against you unabashedly with each movement of his lips. Every flick of his tongue is precise, focussing all his attention to your clit now, and begging you to come for him, even without saying it.
His one hand reaches up to intertwine your fingers of your free hand with his own. Gently, he squeezes them, reassuring you that heâs right here, and that you can let yourself go. He needs to see you fall apart for him. Because of him. Him, and only him.
Not even ten seconds later, you do.
Your thighs tremble as your back arches off of the bed, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm crashes into you. A loud moan escapes you, hands subconsciously tightening their holds on him for support as your entire body thrums with pleasure. The euphoric sensation is unlike anything that youâve felt before, and you can feel yourself rhythmically clenching around nothing as you come down from your high.
Languidly, he hums between your legs, loving how he can feel them continuing to shake around his head as he laps gently at your cunt. No drop is to go to waste, needing to clean up the mess heâs made of you, and making sure he does so well. Only when he begins to feel you lightly pushing his head away from your quivering entrance does he pull away from you.
He meets your gaze, a primal sort of lust shining within his own as he licks his lips.
âGoddamn addictive, you know that?â He places tender kisses onto the skin of your inner thigh, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh all the while. âI have half the mind to tell you to sit on my face right this very second so I can continue getting lost in this beautiful pussy of yours, Darling.â
The way you clench from his words alone does not go unnoticed by him.
âOh, youâd like that, wouldnât you, My Love?â The grin that pulls at his lips, still shining with your essence, is nothing short of feral. âSmothering me with your dripping cunt so I have no choice but to give you the loving you deserve.â
Your chest heaves with each breath, your eyes searching his own as your lips remain parted. âYouâve been holding out on me this whole goddamn time? Who knew you were this desperate for my pussy.â
âIâm always desperate for you, My Love. In any and every way possible.â He hums, kissing his way back up your body until he can nuzzle his face back into the side of your neck, nipping at the shell of your ear. âIâm sorry itâs taken me this long to show you.â
âYouâre showing me now, and thatâs all that matters.â You bring a hand up to cup his cheek tenderly, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch.
âIâm here now, and you never have to worry about anything ever again.â His eyes flutter shut, a content sigh escaping him. A moment later, heâs turned his head, placing a gentle kiss upon the palm of your hand. His eyes open, and your breath hitches as the darkness you can see swirling within. âNow, let me love you like youâve always deserved.â
His lips are on yours in an instant, sensually moving against you as he shifts his hips to fully settle between your legs. Naturally, your thighs part to offer him unrestricted access, soft hums falling from you as you pull him in closer. You part only to begin trailing your own lips down his neck, biting and suckling on his skin as his breathing deepens.
âBaby,â the soft drawl from your lips catches his attention, âyouâve already done so much for me tonight. Wonât you let me love you, too?â
A guttural groan escapes him, head falling forward so that his forehead rests against yours.
âLay on your back, Baby,â your hands slide tenderly down his spine as you move to flip your positions. âJust relax, and let me take care of you.â
The way his honeyed locks look splayed out on the pillow accentuate his golden features beautifully. His warm, brown eyes reflect nothing but awe and love as he stares up at you, his lips parting with every breath that falls from them.
âI thought-â
âShh,â you bring a finger to his lips, your own tugging upwards in a sultry grin, âThis is still about me. Only now, I wish to please my husband just as he has pleased me.â
A shudder wracks his entire body, a moan tumbling from his lips at your words.
You smile.
Gently, your fingers begin to dance along the skin of his chest, nails teasingly raking down his torso as you sit above him. Just as he did with you, you begin placing kisses all over his tanned skin, biting your marks for all to see.
âYouâre so handsome, Baby,â your tongue comes out to soothe over a particularly harsh bite youâve just given him. Not that he seems to mind from the way heâs keening beneath you. âAlways looking as if you were sculpted by the gods, and all just for me.â
You feel his cock twitch beneath you as he moans shamelessly, âJust for you.â
Slowly, your hands trail up his sides, feeling the way he shivers beneath your touch. At the same time, you begin to grind yourself down onto his aching cock, hearing how he moans for you as you do so.
Without wasting another moment, you take his hard cock into your hand, pumping him a few times as you line him up with your entrance. You tease him, dragging the head through your wet folds a few times before you purposely grind the tip against your clit. The way his fingers dig into your skin says it all.
âPlease, Darling,â his chest heaves with every breath, barely able to hold himself together, âDonât tease me like that.â
The corner of your lips twitch upwards, beginning to sink yourself down on his cock. Still, you cannot help but to tease him, sliding yourself a few inches down, only to lift yourself back off of him shortly after. Each time you do this, you sink lower and lower, noticing how his gaze rests transfixed on the space where your two bodies meet. His breathing comes in jagged pants, clinging onto you for dear life.
Finally, you decide heâs had enough teasing for now, and you slide all the way down. The way he feels fully sheathed inside of you has moans falling from both of your lips, your warm walls pulsing around him almost in time with his heartbeat.
Did he suddenly get bigger? The stretch youâre so used too feels the slightest bit different, as if his cock is even thicker than you remember. Perhaps heâs just that hard.
The feeling of his thumbs stroking lightly over the skin of your thighs grounds you back to the reality before you. His touch is nothing short of tender, and you cannot help the way your heart races from that fact alone.
âAre you okay, Darling?â Thereâs nothing but deep affection shining within his gaze as he look up at you in awe.
You nod your head. âAre you okay, My Love?â
âNever better.â He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides as you feel him throbbing within you. âYou can move whenever youâre ready, Darling.â
The only response he gets from you is the twitching of your lips upwards before your hips are shifting against his own.
His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head for the second time tonight, his fingers pressing desperately into your skin. The feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in, your essence dripping down his shaft and onto his skin makes his head spin.
He did this to you. Only he can make you feel this way, and for that, he could not be prouder than he is in this very moment. Only he knows how to please you in such intimate, intricate ways. Ways heâs only every dreamed about.
Finally, all of his wishes are coming true.
He meets your gaze.
âI love you.â His voice is breathless, his own touch gentle on your hips as he helps to guide your movements over him. âI love you so fucking much.â
Again, you smile, humming to yourself as you look down at him in adoration. âI know.â
âDo you-â he swallows thickly, âDo you love me, too?â
Your expression softens, slowing your pace for the moment. âYou know that I do.â
âSay it.â His words are a near whimper on his lips. âPlease, My Love, I need to hear you say it.â
âBaby-â
âSay you love me.â His grip tightens, almost desperately on your hips. âEven if itâs just for tonight. Please, say you love me.â
You cup his face in your hands, leaning over him as you stare deeply into his eyes.
âI am so in love with you, Baby.â You breathe out, stilling above him. âAnd I donât think I could ever stop.â
âI never want you to stop.â His hands begin to creep up your back, pulling you flush against him.
âThen, I wonât.â You hum, placing a kiss right above his racing heart.
âPlease, My Love,â he whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights off his tears for the time being. âSay it again.â
Immediately, you comply. âI love you, Baby.â
He flips your positions, sensually grinding his hips into yours as he moans lowly.
âOne more-â He pleads, voice catching in his throat. He rest his forehead against your own as his one hand comes up to intertwine with yours. âOne more time.â
âI love you.â
Slowly, his hips roll into your own, letting you feel every inch of his cock pressing against your walls with every movement he makes. Heâs in no rush, wanting to savour this moment, this feeling here with you for as long as he can. This is everything that heâs ever wanted, and so much more. Finally, he gets to experience it with you.
After all, everything that he is, everything that he does, is for you.
Blissful sighs escape you with each movement of his hips, only emphasized by the way he grinds himself into you each time heâs fully sheathed inside of you once more. His one hand holds onto your own desperately, fingers interlaced with yours as he presses his body against you in every way that he knows how.
A single touch isnât enough, he needs to feel all of you. A simple glance is too fleeting, he needs to have your attention focussed only on him at all times.
âLook at me, Baby,â his deep voice draws your gaze to his own. âKeep your eyes on me.â
A choked whimper escapes you, your free hand desperately clawing at his back to draw him in closer to you.Â
The feeling of your nails raking over his shoulders is a sensation unlike any other, and it has him twitching inside of you yet again. He can never get enough of you. Nothing will ever be enough. Not when it comes to you.
âYouâre so pretty,â he nips lightly at your jawline, thrusts becoming the slightest bit sharper as he continues to grind himself into you. âSo pretty spread out beneath me, letting me take care of you like this.â
A gasp escapes your lips as the head of his cock brushes against such a tender spot within you.
âOh? Is that it?â He shifts his hips, angling his cock to grind against that spot once more. The way you keen into him, walls clenching involuntarily around him has a smile tugging at his features. âAm I making you feel good, Baby?â
âSo good,â you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as he continues to sensually roll his hips into yours. Your breath hitches, âYes, just like that.â
Softly, he begins to press kisses against your skin, tongue soothing over everywhere he can as he claims you in every way he knows how.
âSo beautiful for me,â he hums. âLetting me take care of you like this.â
He can tell thereâs a word beginning to form on your lips, but you bite them to keep it from spilling out. He bites down the slightest bit harder on your neck, thrusts increasing in pace as he desperately needs to hear you say it.
âGo on, My Love,â he encourages lowly. âLet it out. Let it all out.â
A desperate moan escapes you, pulling him closer. âMine.â
His hips stutter against your own, a deep, guttural groan escaping him as his brow furrows. His heart feels as if itâs about to beat right out of his chest, grip growing all the more tighter on your body.
âYours, Baby.â His head falls against your own as he snaps his hips into your own a little more sharply now. âAll yours, and I always will be.â
Your breath hitches at that, and he notices you staring at him with wide, glossy eyes.
âAm I-â your voice is small, innocent, as if suddenly uncertain of yourself. âAm I yours?â
His heart swells inside of his chest, a loving smile pulling at his features.
âForever, Baby.â He kisses you, pouring everything he is into the movement of his lips against your own. Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own. âYou will always be mine.â
This time, itâs you who pulls him down for a kiss. The way your tongues move against one another is desperate, moaning into each otherâs mouths as he begins to pick up his pace.
His hips snap into your own, adjusting his position slightly so that he can bring his free hand down between your bodies to begin flicking at your clit.
Your eyes fall shut, head being tossed back as a low whine escapes your throat. Your thighs begin to twitch around his waist, holding him desperately to you he kisses you like his life depends on it. Which, to him, it does.
Gently, his thumb circles over that sensitive little nub, feeling your walls beginning to spasm around him in time with his thrusts. You can tell that youâre getting close, that familiar tightening building within your abdomen with every move that he makes.
âOh, fuck- just like that, Baby,â you whimper against him, clinging to him for dear life. âDonât stop- youâre gonna make me-â
A desperate keen escapes your lips as your whole body stills. Not even a moment later, your entire form trembles in his embrace, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. Whimpers and whines continuously escape you as he helps you ride you through your high. He holds you as close as he possibly can, feeling your walls clenching around him, squeezing him so sinfully as his hips begin to stutter.
Not even a moment later, he stills inside of you, releasing deep into your warmth as he moans your name. He can feel his cock twitching inside of you, lazily thrusting a few more times before grinding his hips into your own.
Every movement, every touch, you both are sensitive to, breaths mingling as you attempt to heave air into your lungs. A second later, and heâs collapsing on top of you, his skin sticking to yours as he holds you close.Â
Gently, you begin to card your fingers of your free hand through his hair.
âSo good to me,â you hum lightly. âSo, so good to me.â
âOnly for you, Darling.â He places a tender kiss onto the skin of your chest. âOnly for you.â
âI love you, Baby.â You manage to catch his gaze, watching as it shines with nothing but adoration for you.
âI love you.â He breathes, finding enough strength to lift himself up in order to kiss you deeply once more.
Slowly, he pulls himself out of you, the both of you whining at the loss of contact. Almost immediately, he goes to wrap you in his arms, but you standing from the bed draws his attention.
âWhere are you going?â He pouts, following your figure as you retreat back to the bathroom.
âTo pee, what does it look like Iâm doing, silly.â You giggle. âI donât want to get another UTI like the last time.â
The way his brow furrows slightly has you giggling once more as you disappear into the bathroom. Not even two minutes later, youâre reappearing, a damp cloth held in your hand.
He looks at you curiously, âShouldnât I be doing that for you?â
You nearly snort out a laugh. âWhen have you ever done that for me?â
His gaze is nothing but soft as he watches you clean him up, your touch soothing against his heated skin. The care you extend towards him makes his heart swell, and he cannot help but fall deeper for you in that very moment.
Just as you return to the bathroom to disposed of the cloth, he moves to open the mini-fridge. Pulling two bottles of water out, he immediately hands one to you once you return to him.
âDrink.â A firm nod is sent your way at the skeptical look you shoot him.
Wordlessly, you obey, sitting back on the edge of the bed after pulling the covers back. Once youâve had your fill of water, youâre placing the bottle onto the bedside table, right beside your phone.
A warmth at your back has you sparing a glance at the male behind you from over your shoulder. His hands lightly trail over your shoulders, rubbing tenderly against your skin as he places gentle kisses against the side of your neck.
âAre you okay, My Love?â His voice is low, so as not to disturb the quaint moment between the both of you. âSore anywhere? Stiff? Tender?â He hums, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. âI could give you a massage if you want?â
You blink, caught off guard by his inquiry. Normally, itâs you who has to give him a massage after sex, not the opposite way around. The fact that he even offered has your heart racing pleasantly inside of your chest.
âIâm alright,â you place a loving hand over his arm, of which settles over the skin of your waist, pulling you flush against him. âAre you okay?â
You take the time to face him now, staring deeply into his eyes.
âNever better.â He smiles, cupping your face gently in his one hand. âLay with me for a while, yeah?â
You mirror his expression, lips pulling upwards tenderly as you nod.
A moment later, the two of you are laying yourselves beneath the sheets, your head resting over his chest as he holds you close. His one hand holds your own, fingers intertwined as his other strokes calmly over your spine.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â You ask him after a few minutes of silence. âYouâve been acting different all night.â
âHave I?â He hums, almost knowingly. âMaybe Iâve just realized that I never appreciated the love of my life like sheâs always deserved. You are everything to me, Darling, and I hope you never forget that.â
âYouâve been smooth talking all night. Since when have you been known to enjoy all of this âlovey-dovey, romantic crapâ as youâve so put it before?â You quirk a brow at him, shifting your gaze to look up at his face.
âBut you like it, do you not?â He hums, hand continuing to stroke tenderly over your spine.
âI do.â You hum in confirmation. âBut when have you ever been known to do things like this for me?â
He remains silent, and you believe heâs actually contemplating your words. A surprising fact, considering he would normally scoff and retort with something like, âI always do things for you.â
Your heart warms for the moment, choosing to revel in his embrace and the way he doesnât seem to fight you on this. Itâs quite refreshing, and you wish it could be like this all of the time, but you know that by tomorrow, heâll probably be back to his regular self.
You sigh, somewhat wistfully.
âWhat is it?â He hums, sparing a glance down at you resting in his arms.
âNo retort, and youâre actually listening to me and my desires for once?â You reply, somewhat blissfully. âI wish you were always like this.â
âLike what, My Love?â There he goes with that term of endearment youâve always been fond of. A term which he never really used to enjoy before tonight, it seems.
âMy perfect lover.âÂ
You swear that this night is too good to be true. A sentiment that is unknowingly shared by the male that holds you even tighter while laying in bed with you. Yet, for you both, neither of you particularly want this night to end.
With that thought, you allow yourself to fall asleep, succumbing to the darkness pulling you deeper into an unconscious abyss. Besides, youâll probably wake up in the morning to this having all been a dream. A beautiful, blissful dream which has fulfilled all of your deepest desires.
Morning comes, and instead of waking from the dream like you thought, you are awoken to the sound of your phone buzzing on the side table. Groggily, you blink the sleep from your eyes, bringing your hands up to rub them in the next moment.Â
You can feel a weight pressing against your back, and when you turn your head, you see the sleeping face of your lover staring back at you. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, as if heâs afraid you might disappear at a momentâs notice.
You must have shifted your positions overnight, you turning onto your side with him following right behind, even unknowingly. Still, it takes you a good minute to wiggle out of his embrace, hearing him groan in annoyance as he turns onto his back. Luckily, he appears to stay inside of the realm of dreams, even as your phone begins to vibrate with a call once more.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, you grab the device. One look at the screen and your eyes are going wide, standing from the mattress as you answer the call.
âHello?â Your voice is still rough from sleep, that much you can tell, even as you speak into the receiver.
âFinally! Weâve been attempting to contact you all morning!â Quincy can be heard through the speaker as you quickly toss on some pants and a shirt. âWe have an emergency.â
âWhatâs going on?â Your brow furrows, mind focusing more on the scenery around you finally.
âWe found a body this morning.â She states.
âYes, Don Vanderleen has been dealt with as of last night.â You confirm, wondering where this is all going.
Nothing could have prepared you for the next words out of her mouth.
âNo, itâs not just his body.â Quincy sighs pointedly. âWe found Jonginâs body. Well, whatâs left of it.â
You let out a laugh of disbelief. âThatâs impossible.â
âAs your superior, I would never lie to you over these types of matters.â She states, rather firmly.
âThatâs impossible, because Iâm staring at him right now.â You reply, tone a bit harsh at being woken up with something like this. âYou must have found Kaiâs body instead.â
âGenetics confirms that it was Jonginâs body.â She sighs. âIâm sorry to have to be the one to tell you.â
Your heart leaps into your throat unpleasantly, seeing the male on the bed beginning to rouse the longer that youâre on the phone.
âNo,â you shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. âYouâre wrong.â
A tremendous sigh is heard on the other end of the phone. âThere was no mole on the back of his neck. I would send you the photos forensics took, but I fear it may be too soon for you to see.â
âThis canât be happening.â You mumble, running a hand over your head desperately.
âIâm sorry.â Quincy sighs once more. âIâll call you again when I have more details. As his wife, I thought you should be the first to know.â
Without waiting for a response, she hangs up, and you are force to watch who you assume to be your husband finally awaken to the world around him.
The male sits up, rubbing lightly at his eyes. Slowly, he lets his arms fall back to the bed, blinking the remaining sleep from his vision. You notice his gaze darts slightly around the room, brow furrowing in minor confusion before he turns his attention to you standing in the corner. As soon as he sees you, his eyes are widening ever so slightly before a smile of almost pleasant disbelief is painting his features.
He runs his fingers through his hair.
It seems as if he thought all of last night had been a dream, too.
âGood morning, Darling-â
âHow dare you call me that.â Your voice is low as the first of your tears begin to trail down the side of your cheeks.
Immediately, worry crosses his features, the male shifting to move closer to you and comfort you in any way he can.
âDonât come any closer!â You raise a hand, halting him right in his tracks.
âBaby, whatâs gotten into you?â His eyebrows furrow, nothing but concern shining in his eyes. Eyes which plead desperately for you to tell him whatâs going on.
You swallow thickly. Thereâs only one way you know to prove that Quincy spoke true.
âTurn around.â You keep your voice low, hoping beyond anything that it remains steady for the moment. âI want to see the mole on the back of your neck.â
His whole body tenses slightly, but you do not fail to catch it this time.
âWhat are you talking about? You know I donât have a mole on the back of my neck.â He chuckles, somewhat nervously.
âThen, you should have no problem showing me.â Comes your blunt reply.
âBaby, what has you so paranoid?â He searches your face. âDo you not trust me?â
He shifts off of the bed, pulling on the closest pair of pants he can find as he stands.
âI got a call.â You state, and he glances down at your phone held in your hand. âThey found a body.â
His gaze darts back up to your own.
âA dead body.â Your whole body begins to tremble.
He blinks.
âItâs your brother.â
He remains silent, and you swear you can hear a pin drop with how still you both have gone.
He swallows, âI told you that I couldnât find him when I went up to the roof.â
Your shoulders seemingly relax the slightest bit when he says this.
Cautiously, he takes a step closer.
âA lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours,â he speaks to you calmly, as if attempting to calm you even further from the edge. âWhy donât we just take it easy, yeah? Take a deep breath, and then we can handle this together.â
Softly, you begin to nod your head, seemingly dropping your guard for the moment as your shoulders slouch.
âI suppose youâre right,â you sigh, clutching onto your phone as a lifeline as you step closer to him, resting just at the foot of the bed. âLetâs just stay together, and watch the sunrise.â
You see his brow furrow slightly in confusion, and your heart drops.
âBut the sunâs already up, My Love.â He offers you a somewhat perplexed smile.
âOh,â you chuckle, but you know that itâs quite stiff. âI suppose youâre right.â
In the next moment, you reach for him, appearing to seek his touch just as he does the same to you. Only, youâve been planning this since the second he stepped out of bed.
A blink, and you have him pinned on his stomach, his one arm trapped beneath his body while you pull the other one behind his back. Your touch is nowhere near as gentle as it was last night as you shove his head into the mattress, pushing the ends of his golden locks upwards to reveal what youâve been dreading since you got the call.
There, resting just below his hairline, resides a small mole, practically glaring back up at you in the light of the morning sun.
As if the code he botched wasnât enough, this just proves it.
Your breathing deepens, chest heaving with every stuttering inhale you take as the harshness of reality sinks in around you. Suddenly, the room is thick with tension. So much so, that it weighs on your shoulders, suffocating you with every beat of your frantic heart.
You push yourself off of him, shaking your head as more tears fall from your eyes.
âNo,â you back yourself against the wall as you watch him push himself up from the bed with a disappointed sigh. âNo, this canât be happening.â
Your heart feels as if someone has reached inside and torn it from your chest, the betrayal you feel coming through as clear as day on your face.
âDarling-â
âDonât fucking call me that!â You shriek, eyes blazing with an unbridled fury. âYou- you-â you push yourself as far against the wall as you can, your voice breaking as you attempt to find words, âyou made me believe you were him.â
A deadly silence washes over the both of you.
âI should have known,â you scoff, a sort of sadness taking over your features. âI should have known it was too good to be true. Heâs never listened to me like that. Heâs never loved me like that.â
Kaiâs jaw twitches in irritation, watching you break down in front of him like this.
âThe entire night,â you laugh bitterly, âthe entire night he was missing, probably already dead. Yet here I was, fucking his brother.â Your expression drops, horror painting your features. âI fucking cheated on my dead husband with his brother. I- I-â You meet his gaze, breath hitching in your throat as you realize something. âWhy did you let me believe that you were him?â
He remains silent, lips pursed into a thin line.
âWhy?â You shout, tears streaming down your face.
âHe could never love you the way that I could.â Kaiâs voice is low as he replies, watching your every move carefully. âHeâs never loved you in the way you deserved.â
âThatâs bullshit!â You spit. âWho are you to decide who can and canât love me? Who are you to decide what kind of love I deserve?â
âHeâs never deserved you, period.â He keeps his tone steady, but you can hear the restrained anger he holds back for the moment.
âAnd you do?â You counter, incredulously.
âI loved you first!â His one hand slams over his heart, nails biting into the skin of his bare chest. âI wanted you first. He only wanted you to prove I could never have you; to take you away from me. He never loved you, he only loved knowing he had something else over me. The only thing Iâve ever wanted. The only person Iâve ever loved.â
Your eyes catch on that gold band wrapped around his one finger.
Pure dread washes over you as realization sinks in. Your blood runs cold.
âHow did you get that ring?â
Kai notices your gaze locked on his hand, and he pulls it away only to gaze down lovingly at the metal adoring his finger.
âIt belonged to me before he stole it.â He replies, somewhat bitterly. At your skeptical look, heâs quick to continue, âYes, your loving husband took this set of rings from me to propose to you with. After I had told him of my intentions of doing the exact same thing. Only, he got to them first.â
âSo, you had two sets.â You voice, attempting to wrap your head around this new information.
âOh, no, Darling,â he shakes his head, the corner of his lips tugging upwards maniacally. âJust the one.â
Your brow furrows, until morbid realization paints your features. âYou killed him.â
âHe didnât deserve to live.â Comes his blunt reply. âNot after everything heâs done. Not after everything heâs put you through.â
âThat wasnât for you to decide.â
âWasnât it, though?â Kai hums, tilting his head mockingly. âHe couldnât protect you properly. I saw what that bastard did to you last night. Do you really think Jongin would have done anything about it? No. Instead, he pulled you on top of himself when the bullets started flying to protect himself. He never cared about you, because no matter how much attention you could give him, it would never be enough. You were never enough for him.â
âHe pulled me on top of him because I said I didnât want any of that manâs vile blood to touch me.â Your voice is low, like the approach of an oncoming storm. âYou are so jealous of your brother, you continuously make up false claims just to tarnish his name. You never saw how he treated me behind closed doors. You donât know what our relationship was like.â
âReally? Because I certainly learned enough last night.â Comes his pointed retort. âHe was a fucking selfish lover, wasnât he? Always putting his pleasure first over your own. He used you in every way he could to get himself off, both physically and emotionally, yet youâre still too blind to see it!â
âDonât pretend to know what he was like.â You snap, arms crossing over your chest. âAt least he never made me believe he was someone he was not.â
âYouâre the one who assumed I was him.â
âYouâre the one that went along with it!â You counter, your chest heaving as you swear your heart might collapse at any moment from the suffocating feeling of pain that surrounds it. âNow, Iâll have to live my entire life knowing I slept with my husbandâs murderer on the night he was killed. I cheated on my dead husband!â
With each word, your voice rises. Youâre almost hysterical at this point, beginning to pace while laughing insanely the whole while.
âYou want to get mad at me for killing someone as vile as him?â Kaiâs nostrils flare. âI killed him before he could kill me. It was self defence! Unfortunately, it doesnât seem like Shinobu or Nancy were that lucky.â
âAre you seriously implying that my husband was the one who killed Nancy and Shinobu?â You reply incredulously, eyes going wide in disbelief.
âHe told me himself that he killed any further doubts you might have about him last night.â Kai states, somewhat matter of factly.
âAnd Iâm supposed to believe you?â You scoff, shaking your head.
âI would never lie to you.â There is nothing but honesty dripping from both his tone and his gaze, and you hate how you actually do believe him.
âYet, you made me believe you were your brother.â Your voice isnât as firm as before, your tears slowing, too.
âYou said it yourself last night,â he meets your gaze, eyes flashing, âI am your perfect lover.â
âYouâre despicable,â you spit, noticing how he slowly begins to creep towards you now.
Your heart leaps into your throat, and you begin to angle yourself away from him. Only, heâs faster, pinning you to the wall as he rests his forehead against your own.
âEvery night could be like the last when youâre with me. No, it will be.â He breathes, pressing himself right up against you despite your best efforts to shove him off of you. âYou know I can treat you right, Darling. I think Iâve more than proved myself to you. I have always wanted you. I have always loved you. With me, youâd never have to question that again.â
You hands come up to rest on his chest, keeping him distanced from you as much as you can.
âYouâve betrayed me, Kai.â Your voice is but a mere whisper on your lips, the devastation clear on your features. âI can never forgive that.â
âThatâs bullshit!â He pushes himself off of the wall, anger pulling at his features. âYou canât forgive me, but you can continue to love a man who continuously cheated on you, and could never love you in the ways that youâve always deserved?â
âJongin never cheated on me, Kai.â You state lowly. âYour brother was a lot of things, but cheater he was not. Not after he knew what happened with my parents.â
The male before you remains silent.
âYou knew what happened with my parents, how they didnât know the meaning of loyalty. You know how I feel about cheaters, and you purposely led me to believe you were my husband just so you could fuck me.â You slowly begin backing away from him again, leading yourself towards the hallway that will lead out of the room. Your phone begins buzzing in your hand. âHow do you think that looks to me, Kai? You say you love me, but would someone in love do something as unforgivable as that to the one they claim to love?â
âI do love you.â His tone is firm, taking a step forward as tears gather in the corners of his eyes.
âNo,â you shake your head, finally having reached the bedside table. âYou donât love me. You want to own me.â
His breath hitches, the first of his tears beginning to trail openly down his cheeks.
âI have always loved you.â He repeats his words from earlier, a bit more desperately this time. âLast night-â
âLast night was you manipulating me into getting what youâve always wanted from me.â You say. âYou want to make Jongin out to be the bad guy when youâre the worst one!â
âI only want to love you!â His fist slams against the wall beside him in frustration before he begins tugging desperately at his hair. âCan you not see that?â
âI cannot love a man like you, Kai.â You shake your head, feeling your phone begin vibrating once more in your hand. âI never can, and I never will."
Something within his eyes flash, and he goes so still, you swear that heâs stopped breathing.
âYou donât mean that,â he starts to hyperventilate, his eyes crazed as he begins clawing at his face. âYou- you- you need me like I need you! You said you loved me! You said I was yours!â
âI said I loved my husband, Kai.â Your voice is firm as you meet his devastated, tearstained face. âNot you.â
âNo!â He lunges, managing to knock your phone out of your hands as he wraps his arms around you. You both go tumbling to the floor. Desperately, he clings to you, sobbing into your neck. âYou canât leave me! I love you! I did this for you. For us!â
âKai, let me go.â You attempt to push him off of you, but he doesnât relent his hold on you even in the slightest.
âNo.â He begins to shake his head. âI- Iâll make you love me. Youâll see!â
âKai, this isnât an opportunity for you to change my mind.â You, again, attempt to shove him off of you to no avail.
âI donât need to change your mind,â he starts to nod, as if heâs convincing himself more so than you, now. âIâve already proved it to you. You felt it, didnât you? You felt my love last night. You wouldnât call me your perfect lover otherwise.â
You can tell heâs no longer talking to you, but reasoning with himself. The more he speaks, the more he seems to believe, calming himself down with each word that he says.
A knock at the door breaks his train of thought. He stiffens.
âDonât answer that.â
Another knock, more frantic than the first sounds.
You attempt to break free from his grasp once more, only for him to pull you firmly back into his arms each time.
âYouâre not going anywhere, Darling.â His voice is low, suddenly much more ominous than only moments before. âI wonât let you leave me.â
You still, heart stuttering as a fear unlike ever before floods your veins. If he can kill his own brother, thereâs no telling what he might do to you.
A call of your name from a familiar voice outside the door draws your attention.
âAre you in there?â
Itâs Quincy.
Just as you open your mouth to respond, Kai slaps a hand over your lips.
âShh,â he keeps his voice low right by your ear, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine. âWouldnât want the big boss lady to disturb the happy couple, now, would we?â
You shake your head, deciding to play along with his games for the moment. Youâd rather stay alive than upset him further and truly set him off. He already seems incredibly unhinged, and thereâs no telling what he might do.
Another knock sounds.
Slowly, Kai beings to lower his hand, trusting that you wonât act out.
Only, you know better.
A loud yelp escapes him as you bite down on his hand quite harshly. This causes him to loosen his hold on you, and you managing to scramble free after elbowing him in the chest. Rolling away from him, youâre quick to fling open the closet door right beside you, seeing as you wouldnât have enough time to stand and open the door to the room. Luckily, you know where youâve stashed all the guns, and the closest one now rests in your hands as you stand back to your feet.
âIâm inside, Quincy.â You call over your shoulder, watching as Kai slowly stands to his feet with his arms raised beside him. You cock the gun. âKaiâs gone mad.â
You hear a low curse come from behind the slab of wood behind you, some shuffling occurring as she whispers order too low to make out.
âPlease, Darling,â he expression falls. âDonât do this. You know I can make you so happy.â
âTake off that ring.â Your eyes briefly dart to his hand, that metal band glinting almost mockingly at you now. âBesides, I thought I told you not to call me that.â
âAnd I thought I told you that these rings are mine.â His eyes flash. âOurs.â
Your nostrils flare. âFine then.â
Shifting your hand, you begin to slide your own wedding band off of your finger. Except, Kai takes advantage of your movements, lunging towards you while youâre distracted. He manages to wrestle the gun from your hands as you go tumbling to the ground. You scramble onto your back, hands supporting you as you look at the man you thought you could trust.
The gun is now pointed at your head, tears streaming down his face as he gazes down at you with nothing but sorrow on his features.
âDonât make me do this.â He nearly chokes on a sob.
You can hear some scratching at the door. The slow, telltale movements of someone picking the lock.
âIâm not making you do anything, Kai.â You shake your head. âYou did it all yourself.â
âPlease,â he begs, hand trembling as that barrel stares you down. âI donât want to lose you.â
âYou canât lose what youâve never had, Kai.â You reply lowly.
His expression falls, and you notice his hand has stopped shaking.
âFine then.â He swallows thickly, as if steeling himself for what heâs about to do.
You hear the click of the lock falling out of place.
âIf I canât have you,â his eyes are crazed, wild as he meets your own, âNo one can.â
The sound of the door swinging open is synonymous with the gunshot that echoes throughout the room. The second shot is quick to follow, a body falling limply to the floor.
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Helloooo! Omg omg! I miss Jongin so much đđą How about panther hybrid jongin as your co-worker being jealous/sad that you interact less with him. So he confesses how he feels about you. Kink: praise/worship, dom-you, sub-him. Dialogue: "I could make you feel better", "Jealousy is not a word I'm familliar with". Thank you. đ„°
panther hybrid!jongin x fem!reader || dialogue: "i could make you feel better" + "jealousy is not a word i'm familiar with" || kinks: praise/worship, dom/sub, oral || warnings: no warnings because this has been the most wholesome~ || wc: 615
please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT
âItâs so cute that you are jealous,â you smile softly, head tilted to the side as Jongin finishes confessing to you. He has been getting more and more frustrated with the fact that you seem more interested in everyone else but him. Itâs not really on purpose, you just notice heâs not been needing your help as much but since heâs so pouty about this â maybe you should make it up to him.
âJealousy is not a word Iâm familiar with.â He huffs, folding his arms across his chest with his long black tail flicking in the air behind him.
You take a step closer, scratching under his chin and listening to the deep purr that escapes him. âCome now, Iâll make it up to you.â You coo, having him look at you, âI could make you feel better.â He contemplates for a moment, clearly conflicted before his tongue peeks out, eyes flicking down to your lips and nodding because all he can think about is kissing you. âAww, see, thatâs a good boy~.â
Itâs a little cruel maybe, playing into things like that but youâve been attracted to Jongin since you started working there so one chance? Youâd take it especially since heâs so easily giving it to you.
He lays underneath you, completely naked and on display while you straddle his lap, fully dressed and a wicked smile on your face. Youâve always wondered about the rippling muscles that he hides under those dress shirts and youâd like to say you are pleasantly surprised by how toned he is.
Fingers trace along his collarbone, nails scratching lightly over his warm, golden skin and the way he squirms from this simple touch has you almost purring yourself. Heâs so cute. How could you not want to break him? Down, lower; your fingers drag painfully slow over his abdomen before you stop at his hips and pull away. âWill you behave for me?â He nods, bottom lip plump from the make out session earlier, âwords, Jongin.â
âIâll do whatever you want me to, Mistress.â
What probably surprised you the most about Jongin other than how fit the man is, is how obedient, how submissive he is for a man who has a high position in the company. Sure, youâre equals, but you had expected him to have this very typical dominant attitude in the bedroom but oh, Jongin folded the moment you bit his bottom lip and pulled him to your bedroom.
Not wasting any time, you move between his legs, feeling his eyes watch you as you settle between those strong thighs and making sure to not accidentally lay on his tail. Jonginâs hybrid genetics donât bother you one bit, a common species to come across but thereâs something about his sleek black fur that makes him beautiful. More attractive. He takes care of himself, itâs obvious and right now â youâre going to take care of him too. Gripping his hard cock in your hand, you meet his eyes before dragging the flat of your tongue up the length before sucking on the tip and pulling away to stroke slowly. âAh, fuck,â Jonginâs head tips back but the quick command to watch has his eyes on you.
Watching even as they almost flutter shut every time you tease him, giving him a taste of what heâs in store for before taking pleasure in your new toy.
If you think this will make Jongin less jealous afterwards, youâre sorely mistaken, the panther hybrid is one jealous beast and youâll learn later on what it means to have him as your pet. Youâll soon learn what it means to have him as your lover.
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Angel!AU - Jongin as your Guardian Angel
âOkay, fairy-man,â you sighed. âShow me that youâre not a stalker.â
âAngel,â he corrected through gritted teeth. With a quick yank of his arm, he pulled you in close until you collided with his chest. Then, before you could even blink, he teleported out of your room.
Yet another moodboard for @marshmallow-phdâs incredible series, which I might have read like 3 times by now.
~ Admin G
Original date of publishing: June 21th, 2019
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Beyond The Stars
F!Reader x EXO
Genre: Amnesia AU, EXO Universe/Planet
Warning: Angst, Hallucinations, Drugs, Revelations, Resurrection
Words: 1.9K
Chapter Eighteen
(Prev//Next)
Prompt: Youâre the most important thing to EXO, youâve been with them for years, and when you wind up missing, it greatly upsets them. Their journey to find you and bring you home starts a chain of events that leads to facing their own greatest fears, making unlikely allies, traveling to other worlds again and finally gathering the strength to take down their greatest enemy. Along the way you get to see their true colors and fall in love all over again, although you might come to realize you donât like what you see in the mirror.
@suhappysuho @starillusion13
âShe knows sheâs home.â
Suho and Chanyeol were still processing what they had just discovered, but the others needed to know as well. There wasnât much to explain, but everyone agreed that you needed space. No one was happy about the situation, but they also had another pressing matter at hand. All the preparations were complete, so now they just needed the start. Lay was in the water, Jooheon and Shownu having been the ones to volunteer and get in with him. Of course the difficult part was getting Kihyun into the in-between. There was no real certain way to do so, meaning the only option was for Kai to teleport with them.
It was something rather quick, and then Kai was in the water with Kihyun. He passed him over to Lay who gently fed him an elixir. Jooheon and Shownu both drank the same thing, laying back in the water and closing their eyes. The others could only watch on in silence. There was tension now between both groups. Besides the revelation of what had happened to Kihyun, there was now your past and disappearance. Still, the priority was Kihyun, so all they could do was hope for the best.
â„â„â„â„â„
To close your eyes and open them again to endless darkness was quite frightening. The fear was present only for a moment before Jooheon realized he wasnât alone. Next to him was Shownu and Lay.
âWhere are we?â
âThe in-between.â Lay explained. âAn endless void.â
âSo Kihyun is here somewhere?â Shownu asked.
âIn theory, but thereâs no guarantee.â
âHow do we find him?â
âYou both have to seek him out. If heâs here, heâll let you find him.â
âBut where?â
âI donât know. This place creates hell for those that get stuck, I canât imagine where heâd be.â
âSo, itâs up to us.â Jooheon confirmed. âWhat exactly do we do if we find him?â
âIf you find you need to bring him back here, and together we can leave.â
âThatâs it?â
âIt might sound easy, but itâs not. Trust your gut, and good luck.â
âThanks.â
For the sake of staying together Jooheon and Shownu remained close, walking in the darkness. Neither knew when Lay had disappeared, but it was just the two of them now. They kept walking aimlessly until they heard a loud crash noise and were blinded by a strong white light. When they regained their vision they found themselves on an abandoned road. Shownu had no idea where he was, but Jooheon recognized the place immediately.
âKihyunâŠâ
Jooheon soon found Kihyun running down the road, chasing down the car before it crashed. As much as he wanted to change things, he knew it wasnât possible. At least not here.
âKihyun!â
Jooheon chased after his friend, and soon Shownu was aware of what was going on. The two followed after the other until the car crashed and he stopped.Â
âKihyun, please.â Jooheon begged. âYou have to let go.â
It didnât seem that Kihyun was listening, and soon enough the car reappeared on the road and drove past the trio. Kihyun chased after it again, and the two followed. Shownu managed to catch up and hold Kihyun back.
âLet go! I have to-â
âIâm right here.â Jooheon grabbed Kihyun. âIâm right here, Iâm okay.â
âJooheon?â
âYeah, yeah itâs me.â
âYouâre alive.â
âYes, yes I am, and so are you.â
âHuh?â
âYou can let go. Weâre both okay.â
They all heard the car crash again and looked over. Kihyun stared at the scene before him, gripping Jooheonâs arms tightly.
âLetâs go home.â Jooheon said. âTogether.â
There wasnât much they could do but walk away from the crash. Eventually everything faded to black and they were walking in a void. When Lay had appeared he called out to them. Kihyun was so excited to see such an old friend, but the reunion would have to wait a moment. They all held hands and closed their eyes, placing their trust into Lay.
â„â„â„â„â„
When Jooheon opened his eyes he gasped, getting his feet under him. He could see that Lay was awake, and so was Shownu, although Kihyun was still unconscious. Before he could ask anything Kihyun opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath.
âKihyun!â
All the others jumped into the water to greet their brother, overjoyed to see him alive. While everyone was caught up with that, Baekhyun snuck away from the scene, wanting to look for you. It wasnât long before he found you locked up in one of the rooms, he knocked, but he already knew your answer.
âGo away.â
âY/n, please let me explain.â
âI donât want to hear it.â
Baekhyun couldnât understand much, but he knew he had hurt you. He sat down, leaning against your door. Even if you didnât want to hear it he had to be honest.
âIâm sorry⊠thereâs so much we should have told you before, but we just didnât know how.â Baekhyun sighed. âWe called this planet, this place, home for a very long time. Everything was good and we didnât notice RFâs presence growing until it was too late. They captured us, and we were their prisoners for months⊠perhaps longer⊠when we finally escaped we werenât in good condition, and somehow wound up at your place. Even though we were complete strangers you were so kind to us and helped us without question. Of course it wasnât long before RF tracked us down. We knew we couldnât just leave you for RF to find, so we took you with us.â
â⊠but why did you make me forget?â âItâs not like we could bring you home anytime soonâŠâ
âWere you ever gonna tell me?â
âHonestly⊠Iâm not sure. We had no idea you were close to Wonho and the others.â
âI donât remember them⊠can I recover those memories?â
âYouâd have to ask Lay, but those memories are buried deep⊠do you hate us?â
âI donât knowâŠâ
At that moment Wonho came over. He was still a bit wet, but he wanted to talk to you. Baekhyun stood up as he came to the door, knocking and letting you know it was him. To Baekhyunâs jealousy you opened the door a bit.
âHi.â
âHey, do you think you could come out for a bit, so we can talk.â
You carefully opened the door and stepped out. Wonho gave you a smile, putting you at ease. Although you couldnât look over at Baekhyun.
âWhy are you wet?â
âWe woke up Kihyun.â
âYou did!? Thatâs great news.â
âYeah. The others are examining him to make sure everything is good, but I wanted to check in with you. How are you?â
âIâm not sure⊠everything is fine but I donât know who I am anymore⊠Iâm not sure I ever didâŠâ
âIâm glad youâre alive.â
âWhat was my life like?â
âYou were incredible, very intelligent, had a nice job and your own place. Although I do need to apologize for something.â
âFor what?â
âI, and the rest of my brothers, disappeared without a word. We made you worry so much, and then when we came back we couldnât give you an explanation.â
âWhat happened?â
âItâs a long story. Why donât we step out for a bit.â
âSure.â
Baekhyun wanted to protest about you leaving the house, but he knew you wouldnât listen to him right now. Even if things werenât good between them right now, he still trusted Wonho to look after you, so he let the two of you go. The two of you walked together in silence for a while. The fresh air was nice, and it helped clear your mind.
âWonho.â
âHm?â
âHow do you know EXO?â
âItâs a rather long story.â Wonho began. âMe and my brothers had our own troubles, and EXO came to our aid. They helped us out and took us under their wing. We learned about plants and their abilities, but we also drew unwanted attention. RF captured us all, one by one. They experimented on us and questioned us about EXO, but we didnât know much.â
âBut you got out.â
âWe tried to escape, but that didnât work, so⊠Hyungwon made a deal. He gave Baekhyun up in exchange for our freedom. I donât know what happened after that.â
âSo then what happened with me?â
âI was trying to put things back together, so I went to see you one night to catch up, and the next day you were gone. I feared it was RF, but I couldnât do anything about it. The others told me that I had to let go, and for that I am so sorry.â
âEven if you did try to look for me, I doubt you would have found me.â
You and Wonho stopped when you heard a noise, looking around and seeing Hyungwon. Wonho immediately stepped in front of you, but you grabbed his arm. You knew there was tension between the two, but you didnât want anyone getting hurt.
âWhat do you want?â Wonho spat.Â
âI merely want to help fill in the gaps. I overheard you talking, and I thought you might want to know the truth.â
âAbout what?â
âThe night y/n disappeared.â
âYou know what happened to me?â You questioned.Â
âI do. You see the night Wonho went to see you is the night EXO escaped. With the limited power they had, Kai teleported to the nearest person he trusted. That happened to be Wonho. He was at your place moments before they appeared, so thatâs how EXO wound up in your backyard.â
âSo it was my faultâŠâ Wonho mumbled. âIâm the reason-â
âNo.â You interrupted. âYou canât possibly blame yourself for something like that.â
âSheâs right.â Hyungwon said. âSomethings are fated to happen, you canât blame yourself for that night.â
âWas I always meant to meet EXO? To be close to them?â
âAs far as Tao could see into the future, the answer was always yes.â
âTao?â
âHe would have loved to meet you, all of the others would.â
âOthersâŠâ
âWhat is it that youâre doing here?â Wonho asked. âNo oneâs exactly happy with you right now.â
âI know, but I want to help.â
âHow?â
âI have a message for EXO. The base is the same, and the security system will be shut down in two days for scheduled maintenance. Thatâll be the best time to strike, and this is only the beginning.â
âYou expect me, us, to believe that?â
âI havenât enjoyed my time with RF. Everything has a purpose, but I hope youâll relay my message.â
Hyungwon left without another word. You had a lot to ponder now, but you knew it was best to get back to the others. When you returned your boys expressed their worries, but you assured them that you were okay. You still needed space, but you promised not to run off. Even if he didnât like it, Wonho still relayed the message, and now everyone was on the same page.
âThatâs why you came back.â Minhyuk said. âYou want to destroy RF.â
âWe wonât run anymore.â Xiumin stated.
âWeâd appreciate a hand.â Chen added. âBut you donât have to. Theyâve done enough to you guys.â
âAll the more reason to assist.â Changkyun said. âIt sounds like payback.â
âAm I included in this?â
Everyone looked over to see Hyungwon had made an appearance. Although he set his sight onto Kihyun, and the two stared at each other.
âHyungwonâŠâ
âItâs good to see you again.â Hyungwon smiled. âItâs been a while.â
âYeahâŠâ
âI can help with this plan. I know the base inside and out, but I understand you donât trust me.â
âThat may be the case.â Suho said. âBut I donât think youâd be here if you were truly untrustworthy.â
âYou trust me?â
âI believe you have valuable information youâre willing to give us. Donât you agree?â
âI do.â
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In The Course of It ...
"You're my only Bambi, Bambi"
Ch-6
The next few weeks were a whirlwind of preparation. Now that the semi-final lineup was announced, our training intensified even more. Every day was packed with vocal exercises, dance rehearsals, and occasional media training sessions. The stakes were higher than ever, and the pressure was mounting.
One afternoon, we were in the dance studio practicing a new routine. The atmosphere was tense, with everyone focused on perfecting each step. The dance instructor, a stern woman with a sharp eye, watched us closely, correcting even the smallest mistakes.
"Y/N, more energy in your movements," she called out, and I nodded, pushing myself harder.
As the session ended, we all collapsed onto the floor, drenched in sweat but satisfied with our progress. Soojin handed me a water bottle, and I took a long drink, grateful for the break.
"You're improving so much, Y/N," she said, smiling.
"Thanks, Soojin. You too," I replied, catching my breath.
Just then, Baekhyun walked into the studio, and the atmosphere shifted. We all stood up, instantly alert. He had that effect on usâhis presence commanded attention.
"How's the practice going?" he asked, his gaze sweeping over the group.
"Good, Baekhyun-nim," we responded in unison.
He nodded, then walked over to the mirrors, where we had been practicing our routine. "Show me what you've been working on."
We quickly got into position, and the music started. As we danced, I could feel Baekhyun's eyes on us, analyzing every move. I pushed myself to give it everything I had, feeling the music flow through me.
When the routine ended, we stood there, panting and waiting for his feedback. Baekhyun smiled, a rare sight that instantly lifted our spirits.
"That was impressive," he said. "I can see the hard work you're putting in. Keep it up, and remember to always connect with the music. Make sure your emotions shine through."
His words were like fuel to a fire, reigniting our determination. As he left the room, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. Over the past few months, my admiration for him had only grown, but now it was becoming something more.
Later that evening, as I sat in the dormitory common room with Hana and Minseo, I found myself lost in thought.
"What's on your mind, Y/N?" Minseo asked, nudging me.
I hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It's Baekhyun⊠I can't stop thinking about him."
Hana looked up from her phone, her eyes widening. "You mean, like, a crush?"
I nodded slowly, feeling my cheeks flush. "Yeah, I think so. Itâs just⊠heâs so talented, and heâs always so supportive. I know heâs our CEO, but I canât help how I feel."
Minseo smiled softly. "It's understandable. He's a great guy, and he's been there for us through this whole process. But just be careful, Y/N. These feelings can get complicated."
"I know," I sighed. "But it's hard to ignore."
Hana patted my shoulder. "We're here for you, no matter what. Just take it one day at a time."
As we sat there, I realized that this crush was more than just admiration. It was something deeper, something that both excited and scared me. But I knew I had to keep my focus. The upcoming months would be crucial, and I couldn't afford any distractions.
Still, the thought of Baekhyun lingered in my mind, making my heart race every time I saw him. It was a feeling I would have to learn to navigate, especially with so much at stake.
The morning after the semi-final lineup announcement, the air in the dorms was filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation. We were all thrilled to have made it this far, but we knew the real challenge was only just beginning. Every day was a chance to prove ourselves, to show that we were worthy of the final lineup.
Despite the rigorous schedule, I found myself growing more confident with each practice session. My voice was strong, my dance moves were sharp, and I could feel myself improving in ways I hadnât expected. I wasnât struggling with high notes or complex choreography anymore. Instead, I was focused, driven by the goal ahead.
The days passed in a blur of rehearsals and meetings, with every moment spent refining our skills. Baekhyun often dropped by to observe our progress, offering tips and encouragement. Each time he entered the room, I felt a flutter of excitementâone that I tried to ignore but found increasingly difficult to dismiss.
One afternoon, after a particularly intense dance practice, I found myself alone in the vocal room, running through the song we were working on. The notes came easily, flowing from me without effort. I was so lost in the music that I didnât notice when Baekhyun quietly slipped into the room.
âYouâve got a great voice, Y/N,â he said, startling me out of my focus.
I turned, heart skipping a beat. âOh! I didnât see you there.â
He smiled, stepping closer. âSorry to interrupt. I just wanted to tell you that youâre doing really well. Youâve made a lot of progress.â
âThank you,â I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.
âYou seem more confident now,â he continued, leaning casually against the piano. âItâs good to see. Confidence is key in this industry.â
I nodded, unsure of what to say. Being around Baekhyun always left me a little tongue-tied, not because I was intimidated, but because I was starting to realize just how much I admired himânot just as an idol, but as a person.
He must have noticed my silence because he gave me a warm, encouraging smile. âDonât let anything shake that confidence, okay? Youâre exactly where you need to be.â
I smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. âI wonât,â I promised.
As Baekhyun left the room, I sat back down at the piano, my fingers gently brushing over the keys. The notes I played were soft, almost reflective, as I tried to process the strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was focused on my training, determined to secure my place in the group, but there was no denying that Baekhyun was becoming a bigger part of my thoughts.
That evening, as I lay in bed, I replayed our conversation over and over in my mind. I couldnât help but smile at the way he had looked at me, the way his words had lifted my spirits. It was becoming clear that my admiration for Baekhyun was turning into something deeper, something I hadnât anticipated.
But as much as I found myself drawn to him, I knew I couldnât let these feelings get in the way of my goal. I had worked too hard to let anything distract me now. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes, focusing on the future I wanted to achieveâa future where I was on stage, fulfilling the dream I had worked so hard for.
Yet, as I drifted off to sleep, Baekhyunâs smile lingered in my thoughts, a gentle reminder of the new and unexpected emotions I was beginning to grapple with.
After the semi-final lineup was announced, the atmosphere in the dorms shifted. While the nine of us who made it were excited and motivated, there was an undeniable tension in the air. The trainees who hadnât been selected tried to remain supportive, but some couldnât hide their disappointment.
One trainee in particular, Eunji, seemed to take the news especially hard. Eunji was incredibly talentedâa strong vocalist with sharp dance skillsâand many of us had thought she was a shoo-in for the final lineup. But when her name wasnât called, she grew distant, barely speaking to anyone.
At first, I tried to reach out to her. We had been close during the early stages of training, and it hurt to see her so upset. âEunji, I know this is hard, but youâre so talented. Iâm sure youâll have other opportunities,â I told her one evening after practice.
She gave me a tight smile. âThanks, Y/N. Iâm fine. Just need some time to process, you know?â
I nodded, hoping she would bounce back soon. But as the days went on, things started to change. Eunjiâs distant behavior became more pointed. She would make snide comments under her breath when we passed in the halls, and I started noticing that small things of mine would go missingâhair ties, practice notes, even my favorite water bottle. At first, I thought I was just being forgetful, but then it became clear that something was off.
One day, I was in the practice room going over choreography when I noticed my dance sneakers were missing. I was sure I had left them in my locker the night before, but they were nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere, growing increasingly frustrated. It was just another in a series of strange occurrences, and I couldnât shake the feeling that Eunji had something to do with it.
Just as I was about to give up, Hana walked in, noticing the distress on my face. âWhatâs wrong?â she asked, concern evident in her voice.
âMy sneakers are gone. I swear I left them in my locker last night, but now theyâre missing,â I explained, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
Hana frowned. âThis isnât the first time something of yours has gone missing, right?â
I shook my head. âNo, itâs been happening a lot lately.â
Hana seemed to consider something for a moment before speaking. âYou think it could be Eunji?â
I hesitated. âI donât want to accuse her without proof, but⊠I donât know. Sheâs been acting so differently since the lineup was announced.â
Hana sighed. âIâve noticed that too. Sheâs obviously hurt, but that doesnât give her the right to mess with you like this.â
We decided to keep an eye on things, but I couldnât let it consume me. The final evaluations were coming up, and I needed to stay focused. But the strange incidents didnât stop. My sheet music would be rearranged, my practice outfits were swapped with ones that were too small, and once, I even found my vocal warm-up notes in the trash.
Despite everything, I did my best to push through. I spent more time in the practice rooms, working late into the night to make up for any setbacks. Baekhyun noticed my exhaustion one evening and pulled me aside. âYouâre working hard, Y/N, but donât burn yourself out,â he advised, his tone gentle.
âI just want to make sure Iâm ready,â I replied, not wanting to reveal the turmoil I was facing.
He smiled at me, his eyes full of understanding. âYouâre doing great. Just remember to take care of yourself too.â
His words gave me a sense of comfort, but they also made me more determined. I wasnât going to let Eunji or anyone else sabotage my chances. I had worked too hard to let something like this take me down.
The final straw came a week before the next evaluation. I walked into the practice room early one morning and found a note taped to the mirror. It was in Eunjiâs handwriting, and it read: âYouâre not as good as you think. Give up before you embarrass yourself.â
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the note. I knew I couldnât ignore this anymore. It was one thing to deal with minor inconveniences, but this was an outright attempt to break my spirit.
I took a deep breath, crumpling the note in my hand. I wasnât going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me upset. Instead, I channeled all my anger and frustration into my practice. Every dance move was sharper, every vocal note stronger. I could feel myself improving, despite everything that was happening.
When the day of the final evaluation arrived, I was ready. I walked into the room with my head held high, determined to show everyone, including Eunji, that I wasnât going anywhere.
As I performed, I could feel Baekhyunâs eyes on me, watching every move, every note. When I finished, there was a moment of silence before he stood up, clapping slowly. âWell done, Y/N,â he said, a proud smile on his face.
I felt a surge of pride and relief. I had done it. No matter what happened next, I knew I had given it my all.
As I left the room, I passed Eunji in the hallway. She didnât say anything, just glared at me with a look that could cut glass. But I didnât let it faze me. I had come too far to be brought down by her bitterness.
Hana was waiting for me outside, her face lighting up when she saw me. âHow did it go?â
âI think it went well,â I replied, smiling. âI think I finally proved I belong here.â
And as we walked back to the dorms together, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I was ready to face them head-on. I had earned my place in this group, and I wasnât going to let anyone take it away from me.
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