#exo k suho scenarios

[dazz-linglight]

Exo having long distance relationship

(OT9 EXO) / I wrote a piece for Chen because this is for entertainment only, it won't interfere into his real life and marriage.

Suho

Suho, approaches the long-distance relationship with responsibility and care. He makes the effort to maintain constant communication, scheduling video calls and exchanging messages throughout the day. Despite the distance, he dedicates himself to planned visits whenever possible with his agenda. Suho also uses his creativity to surprise you, sending handwritten letters and gifts to your house. He believes that trust is key, so he always makes sure to be transparent about his routine and feelings. Even on difficult days, Suho maintains a positive attitude, encouraging you to follow your dreams, showing that distance is not an obstacle, but an opportunity to grow individually.

Lay

Lay is emotional and expressive, and long distance makes him feel even more. He uses music as a way to connect, composing songs to express his feelings for you. He has voice recordings, sharing melodies that he created with you in mind. For him, every call is a chance to strengthen the bond, and he always tries to include special moments, such as virtual dinners. He is very sensitive to your emotions and takes the time to understand how you feel by asking open-ended questions and listening carefully.

Xiumin

Xiumin is practical and organized, which helps him deal with the distance. He created a calendar to make sure they connect regularly, setting fixed times for calls. For him, routine is important, as it brings comfort in the midst of longing. He also likes to make little surprises, such as sending typical food from the city he is in or products that he knows you love. He makes effort to make you feel loved and valued, even from afar, by sending motivational messages and making plans for the future. Xiumin’s easy-going demeanor helps him stay calm during difficult times.

Baekhyun

Baekhyun is spontaneous and fun, and his approach to long-distance relationships is full of humor. He loves making funny videos to send to you, always trying to make you smile. The calls are filled with laughter, and he strives to create memories even from a distance. Baekhyun often uses social media to share moments from his daily life, including you as a part of his life. He dedicates himself to planning unexpected visits, to show up in your door and making each reunion special. Despite the lightheartedness, he is also honest about his emotions, ensuring that both of you share their fears and insecurities.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol, with his optimistic and creative spirit, approaches the distance with enthusiasm. He uses his passion for photography and videos to document his days, sending you glimpses into his life. Chanyeol tries to make each message a fun experience, using funny filters and effects. He organizes virtual game nights, where you can compete and have fun together, even when apart. Chanyeol is also very kind, always asking how you're coping with the distance, he is a great supporter and never lets you feel lonely.

Chen

Chen is the romantic one of the group, and the distance makes him express his feelings even more. He sends songs that he composes or that have a special meaning for them, using art as a way of connecting to you. Chen dedicates time to writing composed letters, full of emotions and promises. He makes a point of remembering important facts and always planning celebrations. Conversations with Chen are deep and meaningful, allowing both of you to share fears and hopes. He believes that each challenge brings a new opportunity to strengthen the relationship and never fails to express his love, even from afar.

Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo is practical and introspective, and the distance brings out his more reflective side. He prefers calmer and deeper conversations, focusing on the quality of communication. For him, the most important thing is sincerity, so he doesn't hesitate to share his concerns about the relationship with you. Kyungsoo creates small rituals, such as reading the same book at the same time, to feel like you are together, even if virtually. He is also quite attentive, always making a point of asking about your day and offering emotional support. Distance, for Kyungsoo, is a test that he believes you will overcome together.

Kai

Kai is intense and passionate, and his approach to the long-distance relationship reflects this. He often expresses his feelings visually, sending artistic photos of his routine and videos of dances that he has done. Kai loves surprises, so whenever he can, he sends gifts that capture special moments. He is quite a romantic, often writing poems dedicated to you. Even when missing you is difficult, Kai tries to keep the relationship light, making jokes and creating fun moments during calls.

Sehun

Sehun, with his easygoing personality, tries not to let the distance weight him down. He uses humor and sarcasm in his conversations, making calls light and fun. Sehun likes to catch you off guard you with unexpected messages and memes, creating a relaxed atmosphere. He makes an effort to show that he is always present, even if it is virtually, by participating in online activities together, such as binge-watching series. Sehun is also quite protective, always asking how you're dealing with the longing. Despite the jokes, he is honest about his feelings and is committed to making the relationship work.

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Soft spot

Helllooooo! This is going to be by far my biggest story . Please suport me !

Three women: an ambitious rookie cop, a rebellious ER doctor, and a quiet dance student, find themselves entangled in the dark, seductive world of Seoul’s Mafia.

On the other side: a brilliant Mafia boss, a cold-hearted enforcer, and a dangerously charming manipulator.

When their worlds collide, love and loyalty blur, and crossing the line may cost them everything.

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Genre: Mafia AU | Angst | Romance | Drama

Pairings: Suho x Min | Chanyeol x Nari | Baekhyun x Sunny

Warning ⚠️: Violence and physical altercations, mentions of death/murder, weapons use (guns, knives, etc.), swearing, mild suggestive themes or sexual tension , mentions of blood/injury (e.g., medical descriptions or violence-related wounds), morally gray characters/actions.

Exo Ot12 !!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The office was a whirlwind of chaos as the mafia prepared to make another bold move, eliminating Police Chief Kang Hyu-cheol, the trusted right hand of Chief Im Dong-hyun. The air was thick with frustration and fear, tension mounting with each passing second.

Inside Chief Dong-hyun’s office, the phone on his desk rang incessantly, its shrill tone cutting through the suffocating silence. But Dong-hyun didn’t move. He sat frozen, his hands trembling slightly as the devastating news sunk in.

That was when his daughter, Min, burst into the office. Hyu-cheol had been more than her father’s right hand—he had been like an uncle to her, a steady and familiar presence throughout her life. But there was no time for grief, no space for weakness. Min forced herself to push aside the growing ache in her chest. She had to be strong. For her father.

“Dad…” she said softly, her voice laced with sadness, trying to mask the cracks threatening to form.

Her father didn’t respond. The only sound in the room was the muffled sobs he tried—and failed—to contain. As the cries turned into heavy, unrelenting weeping, Min’s heart clenched. She had never seen her father cry, not once in her life. The sight left her unmoored, unsure of how to react.

Slowly, she approached him, crouching beside his chair and gently taking hold of his arm, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Dad,” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “I promise you, we’re going to stop them. They won’t kill anyone else. Not on my watch.”

Her father’s tear-streaked face twisted with anguish. He knew better than anyone that this was a promise far beyond her control. And the thought of her being the mafia’s next target wrenched his heart painfully.

“You are not getting involved in this case,” he said, his voice hoarse but resolute as he fixed her with a desperate look. “Do you hear me?”

His words carried a weight that even his sobs couldn’t undermine. They were not a request—they were an order. An order born of fear, love, and the unbearable thought of losing the only family he had left.

Nestled in the secluded, impenetrable depths of Gwanmok Forest, the mansion stood like a phantom of power and wealth. It was a four-story architectural masterpiece, hidden from the world by twisted, unlit roads and signal-dead zones. Its modern façade exuded luxury—glass, steel, and stone fused seamlessly under the faint glow of the evening sky. Outside, an elegant cascading waterfall dominated the courtyard, flanked by well-manicured gardens. Gigantic gates guarded the property, reinforced with cutting-edge security.

Inside, the mansion was a labyrinth of purpose. The underground basements housed an expansive training facility and an arsenal of weapons and vehicles. The ground floor featured a state-of-the-art casino, a lavish bar, and a sprawling living room. Offices filled the first floor, equipped with high-tech surveillance and hacking equipment. The third floor was reserved for the minions and staff quarters, while the fourth was strictly for the core eight members—the Mafia’s elite. This uppermost level hosted their bedrooms and an ultra-private meeting room where only they gathered to decide the fate of their empire.

The core members sat around a sleek glass table in the dimly lit meeting room. Suho leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze scanning the room. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light from the digital screens that lined the walls.

“So, I’m assuming you’ve heard already,” Suho began, his voice calm yet cold. “Someone killed Hyu-cheol. But now the police are sniffing around.”

Sehun slouched in his chair, twirling a blade between his fingers. His irritation was palpable. “We’ve got too many businesses running right now to deal with this. The last thing we need is the cops breathing down our necks.”

“What’s the plan, then?” Xiumin asked, his tone steady as he folded his arms. Ever the reliable one, he was always ready for action but measured in his approach.

Suho’s expression remained unreadable as he replied, “They’ll probably send someone after us. We need to stay vigilant.”

Baekhyun smirked, leaning forward with his usual mischievous air. “And who’s going to come for us now that Hyu-cheol is out of the picture?”

D.O., seated at the far end, didn’t lift his eyes from his laptop as he tapped away. “From my sources, Hyu-cheol’s superior is Im Dong-hyun. Chief of Police in the Violent Crimes Division. He’s been in his position for over 12 years but has never touched a case involving the Mafia. Until now.”

Suho swirled the whiskey in his glass, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What else do we know about him?”

D.O. connected his laptop to the large screen at the front of the room. “Plenty,” he replied, his tone even. As the screen flickered to life, a profile of Dong-hyun appeared. “He’s 52. Solved dozens of high-profile cases, with a success rate of 97%. Widowed. Has diabetes, mild form. But here’s the interesting part—he has a daughter. An only child. His weakness.”

The room went silent for a moment, the implication sinking in.

“Should I give you more details about her?” D.O. asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Suho gave a curt nod.

D.O. clicked through the files. “She’s 25. A junior officer in the Violent Crimes Division. However, she’s been kept on low-risk cases—probably her father’s doing. She’s green but ambitious.”

The screen shifted to live surveillance footage, showing Min with two women walking inside of a café.

“Is this live?” Chen asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned forward.

“Yes,” D.O. confirmed.

“Who are those two with her?” Chanyeol asked, his deep voice breaking his usual silence.

D.O. pulled up their profiles. “Kim Nari, 24, a dancer at the Korean National Opera. And Han So-yeon, also known as Sunny, 25, a resident ER doctor.”

Baekhyun’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. “A cop, a doctor, and a dancer. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”

Kai, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “What’s their relevance to us?”

“They’re not involved in anything… yet,” D.O. said. “But they’re close to her. If we want leverage against Im Dong-hyun, they might be the key.”

Kai’s jaw tightened as he glanced at the screen. “Leverage is one thing, but dragging innocent people into this?” His rebellious streak was always at odds with his sense of loyalty to their moral code.

“They’re not innocent if they’re in our way,” Sehun said coldly, his eyes fixed on the screen. “If they want to protect her, they’ll become collateral damage.”

Suho raised his hand, silencing the room. “We’re not making any moves yet. Dong-hyun hasn’t come for us directly. But keep watching. If he does, we’ll use whatever means necessary to protect our empire. Understood?”

A collective murmur of agreement echoed through the room.

As the meeting adjourned, the tension lingered in the air, each member retreating to their thoughts, knowing that the storm brewing outside was just the beginning.

“However…” Suho’s voice cut through the air, halting the members who were halfway out of their seats. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with a faint smirk. “I’ll need you to keep an eye on them.”

Chanyeol let out an arrogant laugh, crossing his arms. “That’s newbie work. Why don’t we send lower ranked staff ? They got time to waste.”

Suho raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. His smirk deepened. “So, we have a volunteer?” he asked, looking straight at Chanyeol. The room chuckled lightly, Suho’s mockery evident.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “This is bullshit.”

“You think so?” Suho said with a teasing laugh. “Then maybe you’re not as elite as you claim to be.”

Baekhyun sighed dramatically, tossing his head back. “Enough of this. We’ve got the China export to handle. Don’t tell me you expect us to babysit on top of everything else.”

Suho’s tone turned sharp, commanding the room’s attention. “That’s why you’re here, Baekhyun. Because you’re elite. You’re not just muscles and charm, you can multitask.”

Baekhyun groaned but didn’t argue further.

“I’ll keep tabs on Dong-hyun and his daughter,” Suho continued, his gaze shifting across the table. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun, you’ll keep an eye on the other two—Nari and Sunny. D.O., keep digging into their backgrounds. Report everything to me.”

D.O. gave a subtle nod, already processing the assignment in his head.

Chen, leaning casually against the wall, spoke up. “Who do you think killed Hyu-cheol? Was it the China Mafia?”

“Probably,” Suho admitted, his voice laced with frustration. “But we don’t have proof yet.” His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table as he continued. “They’ve been waiting for an opening since they betrayed us years ago. They’ve grown fast, too fast. But let’s be clear: they’re still not on our level.”

The room grew quiet as Suho’s words sank in. Everyone understood the gravity of the situation. Betrayal wasn’t something Suho, or the EXO Mafia would forgive easily.

The café buzzed softly with the hum of casual chatter and the clinking of cups against saucers. Nari, Min, and Sunny had just stepped inside, their presence turning a few heads—not that they noticed. Min chose a cozy table near the back, away from prying ears.

“Thanks for coming,” Min said after they sat down, her tone heavy with unspoken tension. She rubbed her temples as if trying to massage away the weight of her thoughts.

“Is it true?” Nari asked carefully. “About the Chief of Police being murdered?”

Sunny leaned back in her chair, her expression serious for once. “Yeah,” she said, her tone low. “The ER was a mess when his body came in for the autopsy. You wouldn’t believe the chaos.”

Nari blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Wait, so you saw him?”

Sunny shook her head quickly. “No. I didn’t see him. It’s just… bad news spreads fast, you know?”

Min exhaled sharply, frustration evident in the way she clenched her fists. “I swear I’ll catch them one day,” she muttered, her voice filled with determination.

Sunny, ever the chaotic one, leaned forward with a playful grin. “And what if they catch you instead?” she teased. “Imagine being kidnapped by a mafia boss. How thrilling would that be?” Her laugh rang out, light and carefree.

Nari rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Why am I not even surprised you’d find something like that exciting?”

The three of them laughed, the tension momentarily easing. Still, Min’s eyes kept darting to the security cameras positioned around the café.

“Min, are you okay?” Nari asked, noticing her distraction.

“Yeah…” Min said, forcing a smile. But the crease between her brows told a different story.

Sunny clapped her hands together suddenly, snapping them out of the moment. “Anyway! Are you guys coming with me this weekend to the casino? I got invited by this guy who came to the ER, someone cut off one of his fingers. Poor guy.”

Nari’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Are you sure it’s a good idea to go to a place like that with everything happening? The Mafia’s all over the city right now!”

Sunny waved her hand dismissively. “That’s why we’re taking Miss Police Officer over here.” She pointed dramatically at Min. “If anything happens, she can arrest them or something.”

Min’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “That might actually help me find some clues. Could be useful.”

Sunny grinned, victorious. “See? Even Min thinks it’s a good idea.”

Nari hesitated but finally sighed in resignation. “Fine. But if we end up in trouble, you’re the one explaining it to the authorities, Sunny.”

Sunny laughed, clapping her hands. “Deal. So it’s official, we’re going!”

As they continued talking, Min’s eyes lingered on the cameras once more, that nagging feeling of being watched refusing to leave her.

Next day , the ER was loud and chaotic, exactly like Sunny herself. The constant buzz of ringing phones, nurses barking orders, and patients crying out in pain seemed to mirror her personality. She fit perfectly there, like chaos personified in a white coat.

From kids with appendicitis to car crash victims, births to toddlers with high fevers, Sunny had seen it all in just one day. Yet, amidst the overwhelming energy of her job, her mind kept circling back to the conversation she’d had with Nari and Min the day before.

Mafia. The word held an allure she couldn’t quite resist. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at her, fear rarely fazed Sunny. No, it was curiosity, a deep itch she couldn’t ignore. And that curiosity was about to lead her somewhere she’d never ventured before.

The morgue.

The cold, sterile basement of the hospital wasn’t a place Sunny frequented. She’d avoided it thus far, preferring the chaos of the ER to the stillness of death. But now, her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

When she pushed open the heavy metal door, the temperature dropped immediately, sending a chill down her spine. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights echoed in the empty space.

“Of course, it’s freezing down here,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms.

“Sunny?” came a voice from across the room.

She turned to see Jayhun, another resident doctor, standing by a desk piled with papers. He looked up, slightly surprised to see her there.

“Hello, Jay!” Sunny said brightly, masking her discomfort. She walked over to him, her usual confident stride intact. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

Jayhun nodded, setting down his pen. “Sure. What’s up?”

Sunny leaned slightly against the desk. “Were you here when they brought in Hyu-cheol? The police chief?”

Jayhun’s brows furrowed, his focus shifting to her fully. “Yeah,” he said slowly, almost cautiously. “Do you want to know about him?”

Sunny nodded eagerly, but Jayhun was already flipping through some documents. He handed her a report, his expression unreadable.

Sunny scanned the page, her eyes widening. “Wow… was he stabbed? I was expecting something a bit more, what’s the word, classy from the Mafia. Guns or something, you know?”

Jayhun stiffened, his gaze narrowing. “How do you know it was the Mafia?”

Sunny, always quick with her tongue, shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else? He was working on Mafia cases, wasn’t he? Seems logical.”

Jayhun’s tone turned sharp, almost defensive. “You don’t know that.”

Sensing the tension, Sunny decided not to push further. “Right, right. Just speculation,” she said lightly, setting the report back on his desk. “Thanks for this.”

Jayhun didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still on her as she turned and left.

By the time Sunny returned to her floor, the usual chaos had resumed. Nurses rushed by with clipboards, and a patient’s groan echoed faintly from a nearby room. She headed straight to her locker, where she pulled out her phone and dialed Min.

Min answered on the second ring. “Sunny? What’s up?”

Sunny didn’t waste time. “I just came from the morgue. Hyu-cheol was stabbed, Min. Not shot, not poisoned—stabbed. Doesn’t that seem… off?”

Min’s voice was calm but laced with tension. “I already know. I got the autopsy report earlier today.”

Sunny leaned against her locker, frowning. “Oh. Well, doesn’t that strike you as weird? I thought the was all about guns these days.”

“They are,” Min admitted. “That’s what’s bothering me. They haven’t used knives in years, and the location where Hyu-cheol’s body was found, it’s not one of their usual spots. Something doesn’t add up.”

Sunny could hear the frustration in her friend’s voice. “So… what now?”

“I keep digging,” Min said firmly. “And I keep my father from finding out how involved I am. He’s already trying to push me off this case.”

Sunny smirked. “Good luck with that. We both know you’re as stubborn as they come.”

Chanyeol wasn’t happy. In fact, he was downright pissed.

Sitting in the shadows of the opera’s vast auditorium, he leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The rehearsal was in full swing, with dancers moving fluidly across the stage. But his eyes were glued to one figure: Nari.

She stood out effortlessly, not just because of her beauty but because of the way she moved. Graceful yet powerful, she commanded attention without even trying. Chanyeol hated to admit it, but she was captivating.

Still, that didn’t make this assignment any less irritating.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Baekhyun.

“What?” Baekhyun’s voice came through, annoyed.

“This is pure bullshit,” Chanyeol hissed. “Is Suho testing us or what?”

Baekhyun chuckled dryly. “I agree. We’ve got a billion better things to worry about than babysitting some girls.”

“At least yours is a little interesting,” Chanyeol shot back. “I have to sit here watching Miss Little Swan do pirouettes.” His tone was dripping with disdain.

Baekhyun laughed outright, clearly enjoying Chanyeol’s misery. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her talent.”

Chanyeol growled into the phone. “Shut up. Have you found out anything about Sunny yet?”

Baekhyun sobered slightly. “Yeah. My guy inside, Jayhun, told me she went to the morgue asking questions about Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. “She’s nosy. That could be a problem.”

“No kidding,” Baekhyun replied. “But if she keeps poking around, it might actually help us figure out who killed Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear, if this turns into more of a headache, I’m done.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Yeah, sure. Like Suho’s going to let you off the hook that easily.”

Chanyeol hung up, his eyes drifting back to the stage. Nari was in the middle of a complicated routine, her movements so precise they seemed almost effortless.

The rehearsal had finally wrapped up after what felt like an eternity to Chanyeol. The dancers filed out of the auditorium, their tired chatter echoing through the space. But, of course, Miss Little Swan had to stay behind.

From his hidden corner, Chanyeol watched as Nari moved across the stage, repeating the same spin over and over again. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her movements sharp yet fluid. She seemed completely unaware of the emptiness around her, completely focused on getting every detail right.

“Perfectionist,” Chanyeol muttered under his breath, tapping his finger against the armrest of his chair.

Just then, movement near the stage caught his eye. Yoomi, one of the cleaning staff, appeared, struggling to carry a basket loaded with cleaning supplies and brooms that looked far too heavy for her.

Before Chanyeol could even consider stepping in—though, realistically, he had no intention of doing so—Nari noticed the older woman. She stopped mid-spin, her expression instantly softening. Without hesitation, she jogged over to Minji and took the basket from her hands.

“Oh, Minji! You should’ve called someone to help you,” Nari scolded gently, her voice warm and full of concern.

Minji smiled gratefully, brushing her hands off on her apron. “Ah, you’re too kind, Nari. Thank you, dear.”

Nari set the basket down and straightened up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s nothing. You shouldn’t be carrying something so heavy by yourself.”

As they spoke, their laughter filled the otherwise quiet auditorium. Chanyeol’s brows furrowed slightly.

“You were amazing today,” Minji said, her eyes lighting up. “I was watching from the back. You’re more and more perfect every day.”

Nari waved a hand dismissively, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re too kind, Yoomi. I’m far from perfect. There’s still so much I need to work on.”

“Nonsense,” Minji said firmly. “You shine brighter than anyone else on that stage.”

Nari tried to laugh off the compliment, changing the subject. “How’s your husband? He was sick last week, wasn’t he?”

Minji's face softened at the mention of her husband. “He’s much better, thanks to those medicines you sent us. I don’t know how to thank you, Nari.”

Nari reached out and hugged Yoomi, her genuine warmth practically radiating from her. “Please don’t mention it. I was happy to help. I’m just glad he’s feeling better.”

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction. There was something almost unnerving about how kind she was. That kind of kindness could easily get her in trouble. People like her, soft-hearted, selfless, were easy targets.

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. He used to be like that once, before life beat it out of him. Nari didn’t seem like someone who’d been through that kind of hardship. She had no idea how cruel the world could be.

Too naive, he thought grimly. She won’t survive like that.

Just as he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts, a ringtone broke the silence, snapping him back to reality.

Nari fished her phone out of her bag and answered it, her voice light and cheerful. “Sunny? Hey! How was your shift?”

Chanyeol sat up slightly, straining to catch snippets of the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m done here… No, I stayed a little longer. You know how it is,” Nari said, laughing softly.

Her tone shifted slightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness creeping in. “Wait, where did you say? The casino? At the periphery of Seoul?”

Chanyeol’s interest was piqued. A casino?

Nari paused, biting her lip. “I don’t know, Sunny. That sounds… well, a little sketchy.”

Chanyeol smirked faintly. At least she’s got some sense.

But then she sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. But if anything weird happens, you’re buying me lunch for the rest of the month.”

She hung up, shaking her head with a small smile.

Chanyeol’s smirk faded. A casino on the outskirts of Seoul? That was dangerous territory—too dangerous for someone like her.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Baekhyun.

“Now what?” Baekhyun answered, his tone exasperated.

“They’re going to a casino tonight,” Chanyeol said flatly, his jaw tightening.

“A casino?” Baekhyun echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, that’s… unexpected.”

“Yeah, and it’s one of those casinos. The ones Suho told us to stay clear of unless absolutely necessary.”

Baekhyun let out a low whistle. “Guess you’ll be working overtime tonight, huh?”

Chanyeol ignored the jab. “Just keep an eye on Sunny from your end. I’ll handle this.”

“Good luck with that,” Baekhyun said with a chuckle. “Sounds like your Little Swan is going to be a handful.”

Chanyeol hung up without replying, his eyes narrowing as he watched Nari gather her things and leave the stage.

“Handful doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he muttered, rising from his seat and disappearing into the shadows.

The Paradise Casino exuded a level of luxury and exclusivity that instantly caught their attention. Warm, golden lighting cascaded through shimmering metallic curtains that hung like drapes over sections of the vast room. Tables with sleek, polished finishes were surrounded by plush, leather chairs. The patterned carpets in deep shades of black and gold gave the space an air of sophistication, while the soft hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from a winning hand filled the air. Private rooms were tucked away on an upper level, accessible only by a staircase with glowing railings, reserved for the wealthiest or most dangerous guests.

Sunny parked the Mini Cooper, and the three of them stepped out, adjusting their outfits to shield themselves from the cold. Nari tugged at her dress uncomfortably as they approached the entrance.

“This place looks… a little too fancy for us,” Nari muttered, glancing at the extravagant decor visible through the grand glass doors.

“It’s perfect,” Sunny said confidently, adjusting her blonde bangs and flashing a mischievous grin. “A little glamour never hurt anyone. Plus, it’s not like we’re here to gamble our life savings—just to look around.”

“You’ve never been to a casino before, though, right?” Nari asked, frowning.

“Nope, but how hard can it be?” Sunny replied nonchalantly. “Besides, if anything goes wrong, Min’s got her cop badge, right?”

Min laughed as they stepped inside. “Yeah, sure, that’ll help. Too bad I couldn’t smuggle my gun in here. Don’t worry, though—I’ve got my intimidating glare.” She winked at Nari, who groaned softly.

“This feels like a terrible idea,” Nari whispered under her breath, but neither of her friends seemed to hear her over the upbeat jazz music playing in the background.

They found a cozy booth near the center of the room and ordered a round of cocktails. Sunny pouted when her virgin mojito arrived. “This sucks—I can’t even have a real drink.”

“You don’t need alcohol to cause chaos,” Nari teased, finally relaxing enough to join in the banter. “You’re a walking hurricane.”

Sunny laughed, raising her glass. “Cheers to that!”

As they laughed and sipped their drinks, they were completely unaware of the three pairs of watchful eyes tracking their every move from a shadowed corner of the casino. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun sat at a private booth, blending seamlessly into the opulent surroundings. All three were dressed in sharp, tailored suits that screamed power and authority, their weapons concealed but easily accessible.

“This is ridiculous,” Chanyeol muttered, his eyes narrowing as he observed the girls. “Why are we babysitting?”

“Maybe Suho wanted to see if you’d finally develop a soft spot for someone,” Baekhyun teased, smirking as he swirled his drink. “Look at you, playing bodyguard.”

Chanyeol scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “At least your target has some spice. I’m stuck watching a ballerina who thinks the world’s all sunshine and rainbows.”

“You sound jealous,” Baekhyun quipped. “I, for one, am enjoying this. Who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen.”

As if on cue, a tall blonde man approached the girls’ table. All three of the men stiffened slightly when they recognized him.

“Luhan,” Baekhyun said under his breath, rolling his eyes. “What are the odds?”

Sehun smirked. “This might actually get entertaining. Luhan’s probably got a pocketful of drugs ready to spike their drinks.”

“We’re not letting that happen,” Chanyeol said sharply. His voice was low but commanding, leaving no room for argument. He gestured to one of the casino’s staff—a man loyal to their mafia—and whispered instructions. Within minutes, the waitress carrying the girls’ drinks accidentally stumbled, spilling the contents before they could take a sip.

“Crisis averted,” Baekhyun said, watching the scene unfold. “Luhan must be fuming.”

Back at the girls’ table, Luhan had introduced himself as one of the casino’s owners, sliding smoothly into the seat beside Nari. His charming smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and Min immediately felt her guard go up.

“Are you ladies having fun?” he asked, his voice dripping with charisma. “I hope the Paradise Casino is treating you well.”

“It’s nice,” Sunny said, shrugging. “But it could be more exciting.”

Luhan chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your evening more… memorable.”

“Actually, we’re waiting for some friends to join us,” Min said quickly, her instincts telling her to lie. She met Luhan’s gaze with practiced calm, but she wasn’t sure if he believed her.

Luhan’s smile widened. “Of course. I hope you enjoy your time here.” With that, he stood and walked away, leaving a faint trace of expensive cologne in his wake.

“Creepy,” Nari whispered, shivering slightly.

Meanwhile, back at the corner booth, Sehun laughed quietly. “Luhan and his old tricks. Think he’ll try again?”

“Probably,” Baekhyun said, already losing interest. “He can’t help himself.”

Chanyeol’s expression darkened. “We need to keep them out of trouble. I’ll handle it if Luhan tries anything else.”

As Min decided to approach Luhan for more information, Sunny and Nari wandered over to the gaming tables. Sunny, with her usual confidence, tried her hand at a slot machine, while Nari stayed close by, clearly uncomfortable but putting on a brave face.

“Relax,” Sunny said, nudging her friend playfully. “It’s just for fun. Who knows? Maybe you’ll hit the jackpot.”

Nari forced a smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Little did she know, Chanyeol’s sharp eyes were locked on her every move, his protective instincts kicking in despite himself.

Nari’s head felt heavy as the overwhelming glitz of the casino grew too much to bear. The loud chatter, the relentless lights, and the haze of cigarette smoke pressed down on her chest. She needed air. Spotting a side door near the back, she slipped away unnoticed by her friends.

The cool night air greeted her as she stepped outside into a dimly lit alley behind the casino. She exhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind, but her relief was short-lived.

“Lost, sweetheart?”

Nari froze. Two men emerged from the shadows, their grins wide and uninviting. Their suits were cheap, their demeanor cocky, and their intentions unmistakable.

“I was just leaving,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

But they didn’t move aside. One of them stepped closer, his eyes shamelessly trailing down her sparkling black dress. “Leaving? Not so fast. Stay a while. Let’s chat.”

Nari’s stomach churned as panic began to set in. She instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t be shy,” the other one chimed in. “We don’t bite.

When the first man reached out, his hand brushing against her lower back, Nari felt as though ice had suddenly gripped her spine. Before she could react, a deep, commanding voice echoed from the darkness.

“I’d remove that hand if I were you.”

The air turned frigid, as if winter had arrived in that alley alone. Nari shivered, her dress doing little to protect her from the sudden chill. She turned her head toward the source of the voice and froze.

He stepped into the faint light, his towering figure dominating the space. Nari was tall, but he was taller—a striking man with fiery red hair that seemed to glow even in the dimness. His dark suit was pristine, tailored perfectly to his lean but powerful frame.

The two men immediately paled, their bravado vanishing. One of them stammered, “W-We didn’t mean any harm—”

Chanyeol didn’t let him finish. His piercing gaze bore into them, his voice low and menacing. “Leave her alone. Now. Unless you want to leave here in pieces.”

The menace in his tone was undeniable. The men didn’t need a second warning. They scurried away like rats, throwing fearful glances over their shoulders as they disappeared into the night.

Nari was rooted in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Was he dangerous? Probably. But he had just saved her, and for some reason, that thought was oddly comforting.

“You okay?” his voice was softer now, breaking through her haze.

She nodded mutely, unable to find her voice.

Satisfied, he turned to leave, but just as he was about to disappear into the shadows, she finally managed to speak. “Thank you.”

He paused for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. His lips twitched upward, barely forming the shadow of a smile, but he said nothing as he walked away.

As she watched him disappear into the night, her thoughts raced. He was polished, expensive-looking, and dangerously handsome. But there was something about his cold aura that unsettled her. Who was he?

Chanyeol, meanwhile, felt equally distracted. He hadn’t planned to intervene, but seeing her there—vulnerable and out of place—something in him snapped. And then he remembered her from the opera. That kind smile she had given the cleaning lady. That softness. That light. It was a stark contrast to the world he lived in.

Something was wrong, and he knew it.

Nari returned to the casino, weaving through the crowd until she spotted Min and Sunny at a table. The two were playing some game she had only ever seen in movies, laughing and teasing each other like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Min immediately noticed her friend’s tense demeanor. “What happened?” she asked, her tone low and concerned.

“Nothing,” Nari lied, shaking her head. But she couldn’t hide the distracted way her eyes scanned the room, searching for a flash of red hair.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was thick with tension. Suho sat at the head of the table, his expression thunderous. Everyone else remained silent, knowing better than to speak when their leader was in this mood.

“I have information,” Suho began, his voice sharp and controlled, “that the Chinese mafia might be here in Korea.”

“‘Might’?” Baekhyun scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Do you mean ‘definitely,�� or are we just guessing?”

Chanyeol cut in, his voice calm but firm. “It’s confirmed. We saw Luhan earlier tonight at the casino.”

A murmur spread through the group.

“That means they’re responsible for Hyucheol,” Xiumin said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“It’s not just about him,” Baekhyun muttered, swearing under his breath. “If they’re here, they’re not just sending hitmen. They’re here for us.”

“There’s another problem,” Chanyeol added, his tone darkening. “We saw Luhan talking to someone. The police chief’s daughter.”

The room went silent. Suho’s expression didn’t change, but the way his eyes darkened made everyone uneasy. He stared down at the reports in front of him, deep in thought.

“D.O.?” Suho finally asked, breaking the silence.

D.O. pushed his laptop forward, his tone calm but precise. “I hacked into the airport arrivals data and CCTV footage. It’s confirmed—they’re here. But they arranged to avoid all customs and registration checks.”

He clicked a button, and a grainy video played on the screen. Four men were seen leaving a private jet.

“They didn’t even try to hide,” Chen muttered, recognizing their faces immediately.

“So, all of them are here,” Xiumin said, his voice grim. “They’re up to something big.”

“That’s why we need to stay vigilant,” Suho said sharply. His eyes swept across the room, landing on each member in turn. “No distractions.” He put heavy emphasis on the last word.

The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone knew the storm was coming—they just didn’t know when it would hit.

The meeting room fell into a tense silence after Suho’s final declaration. Everyone exchanged heavy glances. They all knew the reputation of the China mafia—their cruelty, their resources, and their mastery of manipulation. It wasn’t just another gang. It was an organization that thrived on fear and annihilation.

“For now,” Suho broke the silence, his voice sharp and authoritative, “we stick to our assignments and routines. Nothing changes. I’ll assign more guards to the house and our bases. Stay vigilant.”

His gaze shifted to Sehun and Kai. “You two will find them. Track their movements, figure out what they’re planning. Report directly to me. No screw-ups.”

Kai nodded curtly, already processing the task at hand. Sehun, however, smirked as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

“And while we’re out there doing the real work,” Sehun drawled, looking straight at Chanyeol and Baekhyun, “you two can keep babysitting.”

Chanyeol narrowed his eyes, his irritation visible, but it was Baekhyun who immediately fired back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Aw, Sehun. Don’t be jealous that Suho doesn’t trust you with important tasks like babysitting. It requires tact, charm, and brains—three things you seriously lack.”

Sehun laughed mockingly, leaning forward. “Say that again after you’ve had your first successful mission in, what, a decade?”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to retort, but Suho slammed his palm on the table. “Enough!” His sharp tone sliced through the room, silencing them instantly. “This isn’t a game. Act like the professionals you’re supposed to be, or I’ll find people who can.”

The tension thickened as both Sehun and Baekhyun sat back in silence, their glares still burning.

Suho turned to D.O. with a slight nod, his voice measured but firm. “D.O., any progress on the police chief’s daughter?”

D.O. smirked faintly, sliding a folder across the table toward Suho. It was thicker than any of them expected. “A little,” he said, his tone smug.

Suho opened the folder, and his brows furrowed in surprise at the sheer volume of information. The others couldn’t help but glance curiously as Suho flipped through the pages—her academic records, family history, career achievements, and even candid photographs.

“Impressive,” Suho murmured, still scanning through the file. His tone was calm, but there was an edge of satisfaction.

When the meeting adjourned, the others filtered out of the room. Suho stayed behind, seated at the head of the table with the folder open in front of him. His eyes lingered on a photograph of Min at the police academy. There was something about her—a spark of determination in her eyes that caught his attention. “This girl…” he muttered to himself, tapping the edge of the photo absentmindedly.

The next day at the violent crimes office was as chaotic as usual—phones ringing, detectives arguing, and paperwork scattered across desks. Min entered her father’s office to find him pacing furiously, yelling into the phone.

“This is unacceptable! You’ve had this information for weeks, and you’re telling me now?!” Chief Im’s voice boomed, his face red with anger. When the call ended, he slammed the phone down, the sound echoing through the room.

“Wow,” Min said with a soft chuckle, closing the door behind her. “I haven’t seen you this mad in a while. What’s going on?”

Her father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “This damn mafia… They’re causing problems again. Every lead is a dead end, and now this.”

“Well,” Min said brightly, leaning against his desk, “I might have some good news. But first, you have to promise to let me get involved.”

Her father shot her a sharp look. “Yoon-min, no. Absolutely not. This is dangerous work—too dangerous for you.”

“Dad, come on,” she said, exasperated. “You know I’ve been training for this my entire career. Trust me. I can handle it.”

Chief Im rubbed his temples, clearly torn. After a long pause, he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But listen to me—if anything happens, even the smallest thing, you’re out. Do you understand me?”

Min rolled her eyes but nodded. “Got it, Dad. Now, let me show you what I found.”

She placed a set of papers on his desk and began explaining. “I’ve been looking into the Guan-mok forest on the outskirts of Seoul. The satellite maps of the area have been tampered with—likely hacked. There’s no other explanation for the discrepancies I found. It looks like someone erased key details from the system, possibly to hide something. If my theory is correct, this forest is being used as a base or meeting point.”

Chief Im’s brows furrowed as he leaned over the papers, clearly impressed.

“But there’s a downside,” Min continued. “The forest is huge. There’s no signal out there, which means any search would be difficult and dangerous. And if they’re hiding something, there’s bound to be security—probably armed.”

Her father stared at her, a mix of disbelief and pride on his face. “How… How did you even find all of this?”

Min smirked and crossed her arms. “I have my ways. Maybe you should trust me more often.”

Chief Im sighed again, sitting heavily in his chair. “You’re just like your mother,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Min smiled softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Be careful, Yoon-min,” he said, his tone serious. “This isn’t a game. These people don’t play fair, and they don’t give second chances.”

“I know,” she said firmly. “But I’m ready.”

As she left the office, Min couldn’t shake the feeling that her father was holding something back—something that made him more anxious than usual. She resolved to get to the bottom of it, no matter the risk.

It was late, and the fluorescent streetlights cast long shadows over the empty parking lot as Sunny finally clocked out from her grueling shift at the hospital. She stifled a yawn, her legs aching from the endless hours on her feet. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since lunch. Cooking was out of the question—she was far too tired—so she decided to stop at a small convenience store on her way home to grab something quick.

Sliding into her car, she sighed deeply, cranking the engine to life. The short drive to the store felt like a blur, her exhaustion making every second drag. When she arrived, she parked near the front of the shop, noting how deserted the parking lot looked. A chill ran down her spine, but she brushed it off, blaming her overworked nerves.

Baekhyun was leaning against a car near the edge of the lot, a cigarette between his fingers. The soft glow of the ember illuminated his sharp features in the dark, his gaze distant as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Tonight had been another headache—Suho’s warnings about the Chinese mafia lingered in his mind, but Baekhyun wasn’t the type to stress outwardly. His moment of solitude didn’t last long, though.

A man emerged from the shadows. Baekhyun noticed him too late; the stranger lunged at him, catching him off guard. A punch landed squarely on Baekhyun’s jaw, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping down his chin. The taste of iron filled his mouth as pain radiated through his face, but Baekhyun quickly regained his composure.

“You really picked the wrong guy,” Baekhyun muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

The man didn’t have time to react before Baekhyun grabbed him by the collar, slamming him to the ground with a force that made the concrete echo. The stranger scrambled to his feet, realizing his mistake as he caught the cold, murderous glint in Baekhyun’s eyes. Without another word, he turned and ran, disappearing into the night like a coward.

Baekhyun wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, muttering a curse under his breath. He leaned against his car, trying to gather himself when he heard the faint sound of heels clicking on the pavement.

Sunny emerged from the store, a small bag of groceries in hand. She was heading to her car when her eyes landed on Baekhyun. Her jaw dropped at the sight of his bloodied face, and the bag slipped from her hands, its contents spilling across the asphalt.

“Wait here!” she called out, rushing to her car to grab the first aid kit she always kept in her trunk.

Baekhyun straightened, surprised by her sudden urgency. Before he could say anything, she was back, gloves on her hands and a determined look in her eyes.

“Let me help you,” Sunny said firmly, her usual playful tone replaced by the authoritative voice of a doctor.

“It’s just blood,” Baekhyun replied dismissively, turning his face away. “I’m not dying.”

“Stop being difficult,” she snapped, moving closer. Her hands were steady, and her focus was sharp. “Sit still, or this will hurt more than it already does.”

Baekhyun froze, caught off guard by her no-nonsense attitude. He allowed her to clean the blood off his face and examine the cut on his lip. As her fingers brushed against his skin, he found himself staring at her. Her concentration was unyielding, her brow slightly furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

“There,” she said softly after a moment, stepping back and handing him an ice pack. “It’s not too bad, but you should keep this on for a while to stop the swelling.”

Baekhyun smirked faintly. “You’re pretty bossy for someone I just met.”

Sunny rolled her eyes. “And you’re pretty stubborn for someone bleeding all over the place.”

She packed up her kit, but her concern lingered. “What happened? Did someone just randomly attack you? If you want, I can call my friend—she’s with the police. She could help you file a report.”

Baekhyun let out a dry laugh. “A report? For some idiot who doesn’t even know how to throw a punch?” He wiped at the dried blood on his jaw. “Trust me, he’s not worth the trouble.”

Sunny frowned at his harsh tone but didn’t press further. “Well, with the mafia out there, you really should be more careful,” she said, half-joking but still somewhat serious.

Her words struck a chord, but Baekhyun hid his reaction behind a cold expression. “You’re one to talk. It’s late. You should go home.”

Sunny hesitated for a moment but nodded, realizing she wasn’t going to get much more out of him. “Alright. Take care of yourself,” she said, offering a small wave as she got into her car.

Baekhyun watched her drive away, her taillights disappearing into the distance. He touched the bandage on his lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “The mafia’s out there,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Something about her amused him, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, stepping on it before getting into his car. As he drove off, he couldn’t stop thinking about the strange girl who’d patched him up without a second thought. Maybe the night wasn’t so bad after all.

Baekhyun lay on his bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the memory of the interaction in the parking lot. The way Sunny’s hands moved so delicately, yet with determination, while treating his wound. Her serious tone, so unlike her usual playful nature, had stirred something deep inside him.

“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. The thought of her concerned face kept replaying in his mind, and it annoyed him that she had this kind of effect on him. He wasn’t supposed to care.

The next evening, Chanyeol found himself in the opera house, a place he never thought he’d willingly go to. The grandeur of the venue was almost suffocating, and he felt out of place in the first row among elegantly dressed patrons. But he didn’t care—his attention was solely on the stage.

The performance began, and as soon as Nari appeared, he felt the air in his lungs catch. Her costume was a deep red, adorned with intricate gold details that shimmered under the lights. A glittering tiara rested on her head, completing her regal appearance. Her long dark hair was perfectly swept back into a bun, emphasizing her graceful neck and delicate features.

She moved like she owned the stage—powerful and precise yet ethereal. Every leap and turn was executed with perfection, her slender frame defying gravity. Chanyeol couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked fearless, unstoppable, and yet, in her quieter movements, there was a fragility that tugged at something in him.

When their eyes met during her solo, it was as if time froze. Her steps faltered ever so slightly, but she recovered quickly, resuming her choreography with an elegance that masked the momentary lapse. For Chanyeol, however, that brief connection lingered like an echo in his mind. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He stared at the image for a second, frowning, unsure why he had even taken it.

When the show ended, the applause was thunderous, echoing through the grand hall. As the crowd began to disperse, Chanyeol stayed in his seat, watching the dancers congratulate one another. His sharp eyes scanned the room, noting how Nari stood off to the side, her smile radiant but solitary. No family. No friends.

As the room emptied, he approached the stage. She noticed him, her expression shifting into one of faint surprise before she stepped closer.

“Congratulations,” he said softly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet space.

Her smile widened, though he caught a glimmer of something else in her eyes. “Thank you. Did you enjoy the performance? Are you a fan of ballet?”

“I’m not,” he replied bluntly. “I was here by mistake.” His tone was cold, sharp, and he immediately regretted it when her smile wavered for a split second.

Nari tilted her head, studying him with quiet curiosity. “Then I suppose I should feel honored to have accidentally gained your attention.”

He didn’t respond, instead glancing around the now-empty theater. “No one’s here for you? You’re the lead, though.”

Her smile remained, but the sadness in her aura was unmistakable. “I don’t have anybody,” she said simply, her voice light, as if the statement was a fact she’d long accepted. Before he could respond, a voice called her name from backstage.

“Excuse me,” she said, stepping back. Then, as if compelled by something, he added, “You were amazing.”

She paused, meeting his gaze one last time, her smile softening. “Thank you.” And with that, she disappeared backstage, leaving Chanyeol standing there, his thoughts in disarray.

The atmosphere in Gwanmok Forest was tense, the dense canopy of trees blocking out most of the evening light. Min adjusted her flashlight, leading the team deeper into the woods.

“Are we ready?” she asked, her voice brisk and authoritative as she scanned the group of officers.

Her father, Chief Im Dong-hyun, shot her a stern look. “Min, don’t stray too far from me.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, though her excitement was palpable. She had a hunch about this place, and she was determined to prove herself right.

As the team trudged through the underbrush, Min’s sharp eyes caught something—faint tire tracks embedded in the dirt. She grinned triumphantly. “We’re on the right track,” she whispered to herself.

But as they ventured deeper, the forest grew eerily quiet, and the fading light made the shadows seem alive. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine broke the silence. Min’s heart raced as she and her father ducked into the bushes, switching off their flashlights.

A sleek black SUV came into view, its headlights slicing through the darkness. Behind the wheel was a tall man with striking red hair. He exuded an aura of danger, his sharp eyes scanning the forest as if he sensed he was being watched.

“Recognize him?” Min whispered.

Her father shook his head. “No, but he’s not in any of our reports. We’ve got confirmation—there’s mafia activity here.”

Min’s pulse quickened, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. But her father placed a firm hand on her arm. “It’s getting dark. We should regroup and come back tomorrow.”

Min hesitated, her instincts urging her to push forward. “Just a little further,” she pleaded. Without waiting for his approval, she moved ahead.

Soon, the forest opened up, revealing a massive, ominous castle-like structure. Min’s breath hitched. “This is it,” she whispered, barely containing her excitement.

Before they could approach, the other officers joined them. But their victory was short-lived. Out of the shadows, armed figures emerged, encircling the group.

“Drop your weapons,” a deep voice commanded.

The red-haired man from the SUV stepped forward, a smug grin on his face. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost police party?”

Min clenched her fists, her mind racing as her father stepped protectively in front of her. The tension crackled in the air, the standoff on the verge of exploding.

[writingstuffandmore]

Requests are open people!!

The request in pending would be posted in this week.

Sorry for leaving without a notice and worrying people here!

[misswoozi]

when it comes to suho.. is chanyeol the one calling him daddy? because if so it definitely started off as a joke but gradually suho realized he liked it and would edge chanyeol until he gives in and call him daddy.

first and foremost:

SECONDLY!! THIS IS SO UNEXPECTED AND SO OUT OF CHARACTER. Suyeol is one of my all-time ships and I haven't gotten an ask about them in a minute 😭😭

But I have always EXCLUSIVELY written Suho with a daddy kink ONLY FOR FEMALE PARTNERS. I've never, ever, not even once been able to see Suho as a dom with male partners. The only time I've ever even written him as a top was in the context of Taeyong + Suho FWBs. Suyeol was my first K-Pop ship and so for literally almost 8 years now, I've seen top!Chanyeol with bottom!Suho AND YOUR SUGGESTION IS PULLING AT THE FABRIC OF MY EXO-L REALITY.

I am... intrigued. We should talk more about this bc I don't know what will happen next. Will it be a Thirst Reverse situation where you change my mind? Will we assign this headcanon to a female ship for Suho? Will we split the difference and come up with a new male ship for Suho in which he's the dom!top with a daddy kink and this scenario applies? I DONT YET KNOW BUT I WANT TO FIND OUT.

[exo-k-m-reactions-blog]

EXO Scenario - Call Me Daddy ~ Kim Junmyeon

Genre: Smut Word count: 1754

Hey! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it! <3

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“You’re so silly!” Suho exclaims whilst laughing from the kitchen, just after you have a moment of excitement from playing Animal Crossing. You sigh and reluctantly put down your Nintendo switch, wrap yourself in your blanket with is wrapped around your head. Waddling into the kitchen, you follow the smell of cookies, fresh out of the oven.  “Oh, this smells amazing...” you say quietly whilst surprised, going to reach for one but he grasps your hand to kiss it, “They’ve just come out of the oven baby, don’t want you burning yourself,” he softly whispers whilst he pulls you in for a hug, kissing your forehead. 

You stand around, giggling and laughing over each other’s silly little faces, He holds you close and tight, like he could never let you go. You look up at him with doe eyes, and he bites his lip, going in for a kiss. However, you push yourself away, and tell him he can’t get a kiss until he gives you a cookie. Laughing at you, he rolls his eyes and stands there, arms crossed, “Fine then”. You stand there expecting him to give you a cookie, but he smirks at you, leaning against the counter waiting for you to make a remark next. 

With a huge huff and puff, you have a tantrum and decide to let him be, waddling back out of the kitchen, into the bedroom. You didn’t realise that Suho had followed behind quietly. After putting on a relaxing playlist, you make your way to the bathroom and start running a bath for yourself and laid out nice lingerie on the counter to put on under your pjs. 

20 minutes fly by and you’re getting yourself dried off, you slide on your lingerie, getting flustered where you put your pjs, frantically looking around the bathroom to soon realise you left them on the bed. You wrap a towel around your head and walk into the bedroom, not really paying attention to Suho, sitting at the end of the bed, looking at you with admiration, until his whisper, “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” made you look up. You take a step back, getting flustered that he’s now seen what he could’ve seen later. You try to grab your pjs, but he pulls you to sit down on the bed next to him. He grabs a cookie off the plate on the bedside table, places it in front of your mouth, “Go on, try it, they’re delicious”, you take a bite and look up at him, nodding and smiling, but before you could say anything, he leans in for a kiss, after putting the cookie down. 

With a quick motion, he pulls you to sit on his lap, facing him, kissing you passionately. In the break, he bites his lip whilst running his hands up and down your torso, getting a firm grasp onto your hips. A moan slipped from your mouth as his grip got firmer. A hand falls down to grab your ass, then tugs on your underwear, him looking at you for permission. You nodded as the way he touches you, especially like this drives you absolutely insane. 

You feel yourself fall onto the bed into your back after he picks you up and gently throw you down, as he uses his index fingers to slide your underwear off you, his kisses leaving a trail from your stomach to your feet whilst he does so. Once he has your underwear off, he crawls towards you on the bed, so he’s holding himself on top of you, he smirks as he goes for another kiss, but instead starts to whisper in your ear, “Are you going to be a good girl?”, and before you could even reply, his hand softly grabs your thigh, making circles on it until he gets close to your wet entrance, hearing you whimper at his soft touches makes him happy, as he starts to rub your clit, then stops. This repeats until you start whining at him to stop messing around, “But baby girl, you didn’t answer me. Are you going to be good for me?”, “Yes...” you try to reply, but he starts rubbing again, “Yes, what?”, he growls. Knowing exactly what he’s doing. As you start to get irritated and over-stimmed from being toyed with like this, you moan, “Yes Daddy, please Daddy. I want you to fuck me daddy!”. 

He scoffs at your begging for him to do something other than tease you like this, but smiles at you sweetly. He leaves a train of kisses and love bites from your neck down, just as he gets close to your heat. As he looks up at you, he sees you biting your lip, grasping at your breasts. Whilst he’s pleased seeing what state he has you in, he goes in, using his tongue to tease your clit, sucking on it now and again. You squirm under his tongue, which makes him do it more, adding a finger, adding a second, until you come to your climax. You moan his name so loud the street could hear you, but he keeps going, riding you out through your climax. He wasn’t stopping until he was happy with what he’s done. You start to cry his name in pleasure, as he has to pin your legs in place. 

He stops. 

He looks at you whilst he takes a stand at the end of the bed, looking down at the mess he’s made you into. The sound of you trying to calm down your moans after the event made him smirk. He unbuckles his belt and slowly unzips his trousers, and takes his shirt off. He removes his belt from around his waist, bends down and grabs you by the throat to pull you up to it. He flashes a smile at you before ordering you to turn over, on your knees on the bed, “Arms behind your back, now,” you follow order with as much effort as you can after being over-stimmed. He secures your arms behind your back by tying the belt around you and buckling it behind you. Loving the scene he has of your ass in the air, your head in the sheets and of you being restrained got him excited. 

He drops his trousers and pull you right to the edge of the bed, his member teasing at your entrance, getting covered in your fluids. As you are restricted, all you can do is beg for him to do something about it. Without moaning too much, he slowly slides it in, then takes it out. In, out. Slowly and gently at first to tease, he pulls it out for a second or two, then push it back in. Until he eventually deicdes to rail you, to the point where your legs shake and all you can do is scream into the bed, knowing your peak signals, he pulls out just before you can say anything. Leaving your juices drip from you. 

Sweat drips down his face from going hard and fast, he unbuckles his belt, unwrapping it from around you. pushing you to turn over. He can’t help but moan, “Awh, my poor baby girl, did Daddy tease you too much?”. He laughs at your state again, but gently pull you towards him to passionately kiss you as you try to stable yourself. ‘Is it over?’ you thought, he’s being gentle, tidying up your hair, putting a stand behind your ear. 

He doesn’t stop there, he pulls your leg up, pushing them against your chest, and pulls your bra down. You fumble to get it off. He leaves enough room for your breasts to move whilst he fucks you hard again. You catch him smirking at you in moments you manage to keep your eyes open through the pleasure. He’s so hot. Your hand inches towards your heat, what would he do if you try to play with yourself whilst he rails you? He grabs your hand tight, “Don’t even think about it baby girl,” he shoots you a stern look, and you whimper, he’s taken full control. He takes his free hand to slowly start rubbing you, then asks you to reach for your toys in the drawer just above you, whilst he’s still inside. You fumble for your vibrator, passing it to him with shaking hands by trying not to moan. 

He starts it off flow, placing it against you, whilst he fucks you deep with each stroke. You whimper and wriggle from the pleasure. He slowly turns the vibrations up, pulls out, but keeps your toy on you, teasing you even more. On, off. You get so close to coming so many times. He knows this. But something in him caves in, “Cum got me baby, scream my name”. You grab tightly onto the sheets, whilst he turns your toy up to max volume, using his free hand to finger you. You clench around his fingers, he pulls them out as you reach your peak, making you squirt. He laughs, impressed with himself for doing that to you whilst your uncontrollably shaking under him. 

He turns the toy off and gives you a few seconds before pulling you up off the bed, pushing you down onto your knees infront of him and grabbing a fist full of hair. “Suck, like a good girl,” you do as your told, but still trying to recover from your high, you grab onto his member, licking it first. Then you take him fully into your mouth, as he grips you by your head, using that as a method to control your pace, “Fuck, you’re so pretty with your mouth around it. Look at me!” He growls. 

You feel him twitch in your mouth as he reaches his climax, you swollow his warm fluid, whilst looking up at him, seeing his face turn in pleasure, his head thrown back, “Good girl”.

He looks down at you and smile, “how about a shower, cuddles, a film  and eat those cookies I made then, baby?”. His tone is soft, as he picks you up off the floor, and carries you into the bathroom, looking back at the mess in the bedroom, “You go shower first, I’ll clean up, yeah?”. He places a soft kiss on your forehead. You nod as you stumble towards the shower, hearing him laugh as he watches you. “I love you,” you say, heavy breathed, “I love you too baby girl.” He winks as he goes to clean. 

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REQUEST # 3 (Yandere Boyfriend!Baekhyun x Reader)

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Request: “Can I request noncon with watersports and bf Baekhyun who is tired of waiting for his virgin girlfriend to finally ‘be ready’ ? Sweet loving boyfriend turns out a psycho kinda vibe ^^ You can make it as hardcore as you'd like ^^ If this story doesn't inspire you you can come up with anything else I won't mind as long as it has Baekhyun and watersports pleaseee?”

Warning(s): Noncon, watersports, yandere!Baekhyun, virgin! Reader, dacryphilia, daddy!Baekhyun, objectification, slapping, choking, slight breeding kink, mirror fucking, humiliation, degradation. This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Byun Baekhyun in any way nor does the writer condone these actions. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Their lips were locked and limbs tangled in each other's, soft means ringing in the otherwise quiet room as low music played in the back. Breaths were heavy, skins sweaty, and hearts pounding as the male rolled them and pushed himself on top of the smaller one, grunting as he hastily pushed her shirt up before trying to feel her soft breasts.

"H- Hey, Baek… Baekkie!" Y/n pushed his hand back and pulled her shirt back down in defense.

The male furrowed his eyebrows as he hoisted himself up against the mattress on an elbow. "What?" His breaths were heavy and hot on her skin, confusion etched across his soft feafures.

"Y- You know…" Feeling bad, the girl bit her lip and looked down sheepishly, trying to lift herself on her own elbows.

"Know what?" It came out much harsher than he had intended, eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head to the side, balls in pain.

"I am sorry, Baekkie… I- I know it's my f- fault… I am sorry…" Cupping of his cheeks she cupped it, stroking his cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. "I know I always do this, b- but- please don't be mad~" pouting her red lips apologetically she waited for him to smile and assure her it was alright.

Baekhyun heaved in a deep sigh and looked away, staying like that a few seconds before looking back down at her. "How can't I be when you always rile me up like this and then pull your infamous 'I can't Baekkie'?" Y/n whimpered at the tone of his voice and recoiled. "It's been 7 months, little lady. Just how long do you expect a man to wait, huh?"

"But I thought you said you will for as long as you need" she spoke through a pout, going to pull her legs away from around his body which were stopped by his harsh grip.

"Now now, where do you fucking think you're going, little one?" Baekhyun's eyes had an unfamiliar darkness to them, the grip he had on her thigh increasing more and more causing the girl to wince in pain.

"S- Stop it, Baekhyun! This isn't funny or nice at all! Let go! I don't wanna do this anymore!" Huffing out a laboured breath since she was trying to push his bigger body away and failing, the girl pouted, big eyes brimming with tears.

"Exactly. This isn't nice at all, angel." The male had other plans, forcing her back down on the bed and getting on top, rubbing his bulge against her clothed core. "Good girls don't rile their daddies up and then give them blue balls. You should know better" his hands easily overpowered her protective ones and carelessly pushed them away, slipping under Y/n's shirt and groping the soft and warm skin.

"Please, stop…" She helplessly whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes and pressing her small fists against his broad shoulders to try to get him to stop as he squeezed her tits, moaning as his hips swayed against hers.

"No, you stop. I didn't wait for three years to have you only for you to deny me again and again. I've had enough" a cold shiver ran down her spine as her eyes widened. Baekhyun hadn't realised his own words because he was too busy holding her down and ripping her clothes off, muttering curses as each skin patch was exposed from underneath the materials.

Oh how long had he seen all this from a distance and longed for it. This felt surreal.

"B- But we just… m- met some months ago" her eyes were wide in horror as she realisation slowly dawned upon her.

All those photos… All those lucky guesses about the things she liked… How he always knew where she was and just happened to run into her… The way he didn't have to find his way around her apartment the first time she invited him over…

"Sure" he didn't even care anymore, too engrossed in the sight of her ravishing skin, his only goal relieving the ache in his balls.

A startled scream left the girl as he snapped her bra in half, pulling and feeling and sucking at her nipples, circling his tongue around them and biting them. "See, angel, deep down you want this too just as much. Fuck… just look at yourself… Just laying here like my good little fuck doll and not even trying to fight or call for help… you love this too just as much, hm, naughty girl?" Baekhyun sickly chuckled and playfully slapped her cheek, violently sucking on her nipple while undoing her pants.

"No… No… I don't! I really don't want this!" Breaking out of the trance of realisation, Y/n felt sick as she came to terms with just how deep in she really was. "Baekhyun, stop! Stop this instant! I don't want this! Stop it! I don't want you!" Everything had been a lie. She didn't even know the real him. It was all just a fascade to woo her.

"Shut it" the male grunted, slapping her breast before pulling down her pants and underwear, forcefully spreading her legs apart and lifting them up in the air before placing them against his shoulders, stroking her tender thighs and kissing the insides, animalistically licking and biting at the skin. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby… Gonna fill you up good. You want Daddy's babies, huh? Wanna be a swollen little mommy all good for me?"

"NO! I DON'T! STOP! STOP IT!" She screamed, breaking into hysterics as he kissed her pussy lips, spreading them apart with his tongue as the girl helplessly dangled upside down from his shoulders due to the position he was in, weakly hitting his knees which was all she could reach. "STOP! I AM DISGUSTED BY YOU! I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU! FUCKING STOP!"

Baekhyun's facial expression hardened as his brows furrowed at her words and tone of voice, reaching for her nipple and roughly pinching it while biting one of her pussy lips at the same time. "What did you just fucking say, you pathetic slut?!" Y/n's body tried to twist over in pain, gripping the hand he was pulling at her nipple with.

"You think you get to decide anything? No. Dumb cock sleeves like you don't deserve anything! They take what is given to them like good braindead cock worshippers and be thankful for it!"

When the girl continued to yell profanities in return as well as trying to break free, the man got even more angry and spread her lips, landing a loud smack on the folds of flesh they were hiding, making Y/n's back arch as she sobbed.

"Wanna do that again?" And when she continued to yell, he slapped it again and again and again, not stopping until she couldn't take it anymore and could only just hysterically cry, pussy swelling up and changing colour to a deep red from the harsh treatment.

"That's better." Putting her legs down, Baekhyun placed them away and stood up. "I was planning to treat you well and make you feel good but since you obviously don't deserve it and are acting like a pathetic whore I will treat you like one."

The male went to unbutton his pants and Y/n saw it as a way of escaping, scrambling up on her knees to crawl to the other side of the bed only to hear him laugh like a sicko and grab her by her hair from behind, roughly dragging her back to him.

"The more you fight this, the more exciting it is for me and painful for you, little pet." Leaning down to level his lips to her ear, the male grinned against it. "But I am a good Daddy, I will treat my little fucktoy just how it pleases and deserves" with that came a powerful blow to her ass from behind as she couldn't do anything but take in such a compromising position, sobbing as he coloured it red and purple, his own hand starting to sting eventually.

"This is no way to behave for someone like you. I need to teach you some manners." Baekhyun decided before pulling her down on the ground and off the bed by her hair, forcing her to kneel in front him, face in front of his cock. "Fuck pets must be put and kept in their places or they forget to fucking behave."

Aiming his cock at her face, the male jerked her in place by her hair as she was still trying to get away, grabbing her throat instead to get her to shut up. "Not one more fucking sound" his other hand landed a stinging slap on her cheek before grabbing his beet red cock that was beyond erect. "I'll show you your fucking place, whore."

Y/n felt weak, tired from all the fighting, and with how he was squeezing the air out of her lungs and restricting her of more, she felt her veins tighten, body dangling from the grip he had on her throat as her hands weakly tapped his knees for mercy.

"I should have known. The voices were right. You are no Princess because you don't fucking deserve it. You're just a cum rag. A fucktoy for me to relieve my balls and…" A sick smile twisted on his otherwise soft features. "Bladder in." As her redenning eyes widened, veins jutting out on the sides of her forehead and body speeding up the struggle, Baekhyun pushed his hot aching tip in between her lips. "Unpleasant consequences will follow if you dare let one drop go to waste."

Y/n's mouth started to fill with his hot and salty piss as the male groaned, throwing his head back and waiting a few moments before he knew it would overflow, also taking notice of the girl's drooping eyelids and finally loosening the vice grip he had on her neck, making her gasp for air as her chest jumped forward, eyes bulging open again while her body welcomed oxygen as well as his piss down her throat, making her gag and cough as some dropped out of her nose.

"Perfect… Look at yourself" Baekhyun gasped in pleasure from the sight in front of him, taking his still leaking cock out and spraying the fluids on her face and head now, pupils dilated and thoughts hazy. "Fuck. This is what you are, you filthy little urinal." Letting go of his cock the male slapped her cheek as the other one grabbed her hair, slapping her again when she cried out in pain, shaking in fear and disgust.

"Come here…" Lifting her up on her feet he dragged her across the room and to the full length mirror he had, standing her in front of it, one hand on her neck as the other gripped her hair. "Look at this." He slapped the back of her head humiliatingly. "Look at you. Nothing but a filthy little piss urinal for me. That's all you are. You don't even deserve pronouns. Whores like you don't deserve anything. You should be referred to as it because that's what you like deep down, don't you?" Slapping the back of her head again, he degraded her and humiliatingly spanked her tits before making them jiggle, laughing at it as she sobbed.

"Don't complain now, toy. I tried to treat you well. But you just wouldn't fucking take it because you know you don't deserve it, right? Yeah. You don't deserve shit. Slapping her ass he forced her on knees, laughing as he rubbed the top of his foot against her pussy, loving the discomfort on her face as she tried to recoil.

"Awww… This little piss bowl here doesn't like that, does it?" Baekhyun spoke to her like one would to a baby, softly slapping both sides of her head in turns so it dangled side to side, his toe prodding against her virgin opening. "Look at you!" He laughed mockingly. "All bruised up and covered in piss, fucking pathetic."

"Please…" She whispered, whole body swaying left and right humiliatingly. Her tits were sore and bruised, the sight making her stomach twist.

"Tsk. Okay. Fine. I'll just fuck you as you want and deserve." Kneeling behind her he grinned at her through the mirror. "My little pet just can't take too much teasing, huh?" Y/n's eyes were bulging out of their sockets as she felt him position his tip against her entrance.

"Now watch. This is your true purpose." His voice turned cold once again. "Taking Master's cock and piss as he desires."

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🍵🌿 Sedansogu [Chap. 06] ¡FINAL!

A/N: Okay, so this is the FINAL chapter, and i hope you guys had enjoyed at least a little bit of the history!

Two days. That was the number of days — or almost — that Park Eui had no contact with Junmyeon. She still hadn't told almost anyone that she agreed to go out with him, but she started to regret it when she arrived at the office on Friday, and Taeyong didn't seem to know anything. She knew, of course, that the two of them were talking, and that in reality, he might know something, but she didn't want to ask anything.

The only person she actually told about: Do Kyungsoo. The young man became not only a faithful companion at breakfast and lunch but also a constant visitor at his work desk since according to him his supervisor was not there and he could not bear to be in the presence of "that giant idiot" who was his colleague. Eui didn't care, in fact, he took the opportunity to talk about his situation. The boy understood, and was also shocked by the situation, but advised her to just relax.

"Don't be so worried, he must just be planning something for you..."

The girl wanted to believe it, but when she woke up Saturday morning at 10:00 a.m. and had no text or call from the guy, she began to feel restless. She didn't know what to do anymore, and telling her friends was now out of the question, she knew that telling her small group of friends that she had agreed to go out with the extremely handsome and elegant guy they had insisted she really should do. , would result in thousands of questions and jokes about the end of his singleness.

After organizing her couple, catching up on her subjects, as well as marathoning several movies, Eui was already giving up on any communication Junmyeon could do. The brunette got up, grabbed her ice cream spot, and was ready for the deep, depressing "Sex and the City" marathon when someone rings her doorbell. The girl didn't have so much hope anymore, but she couldn't control her heart from beating a little faster. Upon opening the door, all she found was a white box with a red bow. The brunette looked at it, unsure whether to open it or not. The side of her that watched many movies and series told her that there might be something dangerous in there (a... bomb... who knows) but her curiosity got the better of her, and without wasting any more time, she took the box and took it to your living room.

Carefully undoing the red bow, she finds tissue paper covering something, and on top of it a note. On her front was a simple handwritten "Junmyeon", and that alone made her heart flutter faster. Sitting up properly, Park Eui opens the paper to find the following handwritten words:

"I look forward to seeing you on this beautiful night, I hope you like what I have prepared for both of us. Please accept my gifts, and be ready by 9 pm."

Quickly the brunette gets rid of the tissue papers and finds a simple black dress, but it seemed to have been chosen by her. On top of that, a red velvet box was attached, when opening it, she found a golden necklace with a small red stone, as well as earrings and a ring.

Looking at the clock, Eui realized that she had just the right time to shower and get dressed if she wanted to be ready on time, and so she did.

...

The dress covered her perfectly, not too tight, not too loose, not too short, and not too long. Perfect. The jewels matched perfectly, and once again she was delighted with all of Junmyeon's affection and perception.

As soon as his clock struck 9 pm, his phone rang, with an unknown number answering Junmyeon's voice rang in his ear.

"I'm here." his voice was decisive, and it caught Eui off guard for a few seconds. "Hi?" It was all she managed to say, and the boy laughed lightly at that "I'm in front of your house, you can come..."

And even stunned by the sudden allocation, Eui grabbed her things and headed out of the house.

Kim Junmyeon was leaning against his beautiful and elegant car, dressed all in black, with his hair parted to the side, and the necklace he wore shimmered through the light. I lost my breath.

"Hi," she says shyly as she approaches him. The boy opens a huge smile when he sees her, and greets her in the same way. "Did you do all this?"

"That" was nothing... shall we?" the brunette opens the car door for the woman who gets into the vehicle.

...

The drive to the place wasn't as silent and awkward as Eui thought it would be. They chatted lightly about how their day was (and she clearly left out the part where she was anxious about the night they would have) while listening to the low music playing on the radio.

When the car stopped, Eui saw a not-so-large house with lights illuminating it outside. When he got out of the car, the brunette made a point of opening the door for the girl.

"I wanted to do something special, and that was your height, but I didn't want to scare you with any expensive restaurant...so I hope you like it." the boy says as they stop at the door. Not knowing what to expect, and afraid of her own reaction, Eui just nods. Junmyeon smiles weakly before opening the door.

The interior of the house was simple, and it was filled with different candles that lit the house, along with low light. In the middle of the room, a table with two seats, set up with plates, glasses, and two more candles, on the floor red petals were scattered all over the corner.

Seeing that, Park Eui felt her face heat up and she couldn't hide her surprise, and the happiness she felt at the sight. Beside her, Junmyeon admired her features...the way the candles made her skin feel even smoother to the touch, her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed. Her heart raced like it hadn't in a long time.

The brunette guided her into the house and pulled out the chair for her to sit down.

"Did you do all this… alone?" the brunette says still surprised. The brunette smiles and confirms.

"Yes, this is a house I come to when I want to be alone, so I decided it would be fair to bring you here and cook for us to eat."

"You cooked?" the girl's neck had never turned so quickly, as it did at this moment.

"Don't worry, there's nothing poisoned..."

The brunette makes her sit down as they quickly serve them with their food. The smell alone made the girl's stomach turn, and she was extremely curious to taste the boy's food. As soon as he put the first portion in his mouth, he couldn't hide his satisfaction at the taste, which drew a soft laugh from Junmyeon.

"So I guess we need to get to know each other a little more, right?" he asks, and Eui nods with her head still traveling through the flavors of the food. "Where do you want to start?"

"I don't know...tell me about your family."

The two then amended one issue after another. They talked about things they like, things they don't like; of serious things and banal things; told stories, and created their first inside jokes.

In the few encounters she had, Eui never felt as light as she was with Junmyeon. With every passing moment, he was showing himself to be an incredible man, and he seemed to genuinely care about her, not just try to take her to bed.

When they finished dinner, Junmyeon took her to the backyard of the house, where they could have a view of the clear and bright sky while they talked and finished drinking. As they talked, the boy couldn't help but notice how not only the jewels glowed under the lights, but his skin as well. The girl seemed like his perfect jewel. But he also noticed a shiver under his body.

"Cold? Here, use this..." he says taking off his overcoat and putting it over her shoulders.

"You know, I was wondering how such a smart man who planned the night in small detail didn't think I would feel cold..."

"Or I really imagined it would happen z but I liked the idea of ​​lending you my coat..." Kim replies making her smile as he helps her into the garment.

The two were having so much fun that they didn't see the time pass, but when they realized it was late at night (or too early), Junmyeon decided that he should take her back to his house.

"Sorry but I have to ask" the girl pronounces as they are on their way back "how did you get my address and phone number?"

"I was wondering when you were going to investigate me..." Junmyeon smiles, and the girl ends up imitating his gesture. Sighing, he answers: "I asked Taeyong for his phone number, he didn't understand much, but after explaining, he gave in, and his address... I went to his friend's restaurant, and the blonde with long and tall hair was more than happy to help me..."

"Wait! Johnny?" the girl was shocked. So did he know? And didn't say anything? Why? After all, which side is he on? "when it was that?"

"Last night," Kim replies with a shrug. Eui's mouth opens in shock, and the brunette looks away from the street for a few seconds, so he can see the expression on the girl's face.

"Did he know since yesterday? What do you mean?!"

"Well, I dropped you off at home and went straight to the restaurant and talked to him, and hey...he was very happy to help me" he replies, making the girl laugh in disbelief and whisper "of course I do"

"So the model of the dress, and the jewelry, went with it too?" she asks, and the boy quickly looks at her once more.

"You do not remember?" I shook my head before remembering that he couldn't see it, so he just denied it "when we were in that store, I saw that you were admiring this dress, so when you weren't looking, I asked them to separate them into every size they had, just in case, and so I went back there and bought it."

"And the jewelry?" she insists.

"I just thought they were perfect for you. And as you can see, I'm not wrong."

...

After that, the path was silent. Eui was shocked that her friend knew everything, and didn't say anything, and was also shocked by Junmyeon. Everything he's prepared, the amazing night he's planned, and even the dress and jewelry...

"Ready" Junmyeon says before getting out of the car and opening the door for Eui. Both are face to face looking at each other, butterflies in the stomach and throbbing hearts making their heads buzz. She should come in, right? And he should go back to his house, right? But because neither of them wanted to do that.

"Thanks for tonight, I had a great time." the girl says, her cheeks flush again. She doesn't know why her voice is lower.

"Park Eui, I know it might not be the right time, but I can't leave without doing this..."

As he spoke, Junmyeon brought his body closer to the girls. One of his hands went to the girl's face, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, taking the opportunity to hold her face. His thumb stroked the skin of the girl's face lightly. Junmyeon used his other hand to hold it close to him. Unlike what he imagined, Eui approached of his own volition and brought his hands to the back of the boy's neck.

Without much ado, they pressed their lips together, and the inevitable kiss happened. His lips moved in sync, the desire implicit there, on both sides. Usually, Eui didn't kiss on the first date, much less the way she was doing it, giving herself body and soul to the guy. The two would like more contact, but they needed to breathe.

"Junmyeon-ssi, do you want to come in?" the brunette asks, trying to show her intentions, and the boy notices, smiling and agreeing. As they turn to enter the house, Eui says louder "Good night Johnny!"

"Goodnight!"

I knew that upon meeting the blond friend the other day, he would ask about what happened when they entered. But she would never tell him how they spent the rest of the night entwined on the couch kissing, breathing fast and ragged, feeling desire well up between them. She would never tell him how she felt wanted after a long time, and how she wanted someone after a long time. And she certainly isn't going to tell him that she agreed to spend the other day alone with him in the house where they had their date.

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⇻ fluff, angst, ABUSE WARINING

↺ drabble: no.1: “Come over here and make me.” | no.4: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

⤷ You and Junmyeon have been best friends for 12 years and a few years ago you you started dating Taehyun, and niether of them were too fond of each other.

❝ no shirt, no blouse, just us, you find out, nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about ❞

— sweater weather by: the neighbourhood

You woke up to a loud knock on your front door, which caused you to get up and open it reveling your boyfriend, Taehyun at the door  with some chocolates and some of your favorite movies.

“I’m sorry,” he says looking me in the eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” you tell him letting him in and going to the couch.

“No, I never should’ve assumed that you and Junmyeon were hooking up.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you tell him as you heard another knock on the door then walked in Junmyeon.

“Hey,” he says shutting the door behind him.

“I have to go to practice I just came bye to say sorry, I love you,” Taehyun says leaving, but not before giving you a kiss.

“I can’t believe that you’re still with him,” Junmyeon says sitting down next to you.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous of me and my boyfriend?” you ask your best friend of 12 years.

“Yeah,” he says going to go sit down on the couch with you following.

“Yeah,” he says going to go sit down on the couch with you following.

“Yeah,” he says going to go sit down on the couch with you following.

Later on you had fallen asleep on Junmyeon and he just left you there until there was a knock on your door which has woken you up.

“Baby, I have to tell you something,” your boyfriend says sliring his words making in obvious that he was drunk.

“Taehyun, you’re drunk and I need you to leave,” you say as he looks at Junmyeon.

“So you two really are sleeping together, I should’ve never believed that someone like you wouldn’t sleep around,” he says getting all up in your face.

“Get away from me!” you yell walking away from him.

“No! You get over here we’re not done talking about this!” he yells grabing me by the arm before slapping me across the face.

“Hey man, leave her alone, she didn’t do anything! Actually concider you guys broken up and if I need to tell you again in the morning I will!” Junmyean yells making Taehyun leave.

The next morning you woke up and remembered what had happened last night how Junmyeon stood up for you which started to make you think that maybe you and him should be together.

“Junmyeon can we talk?”

“Yeah what’s up?” he asks sitting down next to you on your bed.

“I don’t really know how to say this, so here it is. I like you.”

“Shut up!” he says sarcasticly.

“Come over here and make me,” you say looking him up and down before he climbs on the bed hovering over you whikle kissing you.

“We should do this more often,” he says in between kisses which made you giggle.

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Traveling With Junmyeon

 A moodboard series

Spending the entire day at the beach

Sleeping under the same sky

After having the blankets and pillows laid out, you gaze towards the skyline, hands on your hips as you become transfixed by the firey sunset.

“How often does a hotel let its guests sleep on the roof?” You ask Junmyeon, without looking at him.

“Probably never.” He says, “Nobody ever checks in at a hotel to sleep on the roof. Here babe, I got bananas on your sundae.”

He holds the ice cream out for you and you pout, touched with how he remembers the way you like your ice cream. After you take the cup, he leans against the building rail beside you, gazing at the sky, eating ice cream, and enjoying the wind. You were surprised when the front desk people were okay with you and Junmyeon sleeping on the roof for the night. The two of you were staring out the window in the room, and when you said you wanted to stare at the sky in bed aloud, Junmyeon had the idea struck him. When he suggested why not lay down on the roof, you chuckled at him and told him that was a crazy idea.

Now here you are watching the sky turn from pink into blue, and although you don’t think the moon will appear due to the mass of city lights, you were captivated from them turning into shimmering gold, and lilac clouds. The view and this place was too beautiful to exist. You are near ready to convince Junmyeon that you should just stay here forever.

“I love you Y/N.”

You perk up, looking towards Junmyeon, mouth stuffed with ice cream. You swallow and replied, “I love you too.”

It was the only conversation you had as you watch the sunset beyond the horizon. Other than exchanging shy smiles every once in a while, you wiped a bit of ice cream off the corner of his lips. He smiled and said thank you, but that was it before kissing you on the cheek because you supposedly had some ice cream on you too. You know he was looking for an excuse to kiss you and you aren’t complaining. Instead you smile and said thank you to him too before looking ahead again.     

Nightlife in this city looks much more beautiful than in daylight. As the sky transitions into celestial blue, the street lights turn on, as did the buildings beside you. Providing a bit of more light on the rooftop. A few stars begin twinkling and to your surprise, you see the moon arising behind the cathedral. If there was nothing as goregeous as what you are seeing now, you wouldn’t have lived your life gratefully. And watching it with the person you love most added the sweetness.   

However once you and Junmyeon started to feel bored with silent city watching, you start playing ‘I spy’ around the city. You pointed some of the places you visited throughout the day, pointed at places you should visit, some you’ve realized you’ve already visited, and listened to the Cathedral bells ring for evening mass. As the both of you listen, Junmyeon start moves closer beside you until his elbow touches yours. You tilt your head onto his shoulder to rest upon and he rests his head over yours. This wasn’t a crazy idea after all. 

The hotel staff helped you and Junmyeon set up a theatre screen and movie projector for you to watch your favorite comedy shows. They offered a menu for snacks, but you rejected because you already have your own snacks. And spend the night on the rooftop the way you do back home. You watched ‘Brooklyn Nine-Nine’ and ‘The Office’. You laughed so hard at the scene where the main characters act out a childbirth with a watermelon, that you stopped yourself from eating to avoid choking. Junmyeon, on the other hand, began choking, and you immediatley patt him on the back. 

Whoever could see you from the other buildings must have felt weirded out by seeing two people hanging out on top of a hotel. They must be wondering why anyone would be on the roof of a hotel anyway! 

Once you stopped paying attention to the shows, you tossed popcorn into each other’s mouths to see who can catch the most pieces. You won by catching two  while Junmyeon only caught one. You played card games, Jenga, tic-tac-toe, word searches, and took photos together.

You recorded a video of Junmyeon dancing a few moves until he decided to take a soda break. They were caned sodas and when he lifted the opener, fizz bursted all around, splattering on a pillow and a bit on the sheets. You and Junmyeon panicked and started scrubbing the stains off with every ounce of your strength into making the stains invisible. One of the main things you want to avoid during your trip was getting charged a fee for anything. You aren’t going to get one for ruining hotel sheets. 

Most of the stains had come off, however the traces of puddle were still showing, and without processing the thought enough, you turned the pillow over and switched it with yours. Making that seem like you were taking the blame for staining the sheets. Once he realized that that was your idea of staying out of trouble, Junmyeon was adamant about you to be willing to cover him. When you asked if he would’ve wanted you to throw the sheets off the building to stay out of trouble, he snorted. And each time Junmyeon snorts, you  grin at him as you feel your heart swell.  

Hopefully, the stains won’t get noticed. But if they do and you have to pay any fee, you might as well then.   

Is it often for two people to have so much fun together, that they don’t realize what time it was?

You start feeling exhausted and decide to stare out towards the city one more time before bed. Junmyeon stood beside you and snaps photos of the nightlife, and you. Most of them consisted of you covering your face from the wind blowing with your cardigan. He was adoring every photo as he scrolled through them. 

It was almost three in the morning when you decided you should get some sleep. You were already dressed in your pajamas and tucked yourselves under the blankets. But instead of feeling sleepy, you were both wide awake and randomly started confessing your embarrassing childhood memories. And rekindled on your favorite memories together when you were still friends.

Neither of you had wanted to admit being attracted to each other. The main reason was because you had just met at the time, and you didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you knew you had something at that moment. And you didn’t want to admit hoping Junmyeon felt an immediate attraction towards you as well. You never told him because you still haven’t found the right moment yet.

You always have great times together. Talk to each other was as easy as though you had known each other at one point. He was comfortable being around you, and you felt as comfortable being around him. Even making each other laugh seemed so effortless. You enjoy each other’s company so much. It was like you became best friends at first meet, and the next, and the next, and then the next.

Junmyeon has his arm under your neck as a pillow and fondled with your fingers as he looks up at the moon. He smirked when you reminded him about the time he drifted into sleep when you were visiting his house.

It’s not casual for anyone to lay down and admire the evening sky, much less over a roof. You don’t think you’ve ever appreciated the moon for it’s true beauty until tonight. The two of you should sleep on the roof more often. And when you considered that to Junmyeon, and he pulls you closer and kisses you on the head. “Maybe when we get home.” He said. “Love you Y/N.” 

You smile. “I do too Myeon. You’re my best friend.”

He holds your shoulder as you nuzzle over his chest, and wrap an arm around him. That was all you said for a couple of minutes while Junmyeon drifts into asleep, and you continue admiring the evening sky. Suddenly, you realize there is something that makes sleeping on the rooftop sound like a crazy idea. “Babe?”

Junmyeon moans, “What?”

“The sun is gonna be really bright in the morning.” You said.

“And?”

“It’s gonna be shining right above us.”

Junmyeon’s eyes widened. He did not think about waking up directly under the morning sun when he thought of sleeping under the same moon as you.

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UPDATE: 11th April 2022 - 19:00

Thank you for being so patient with me for these posts! After this post, I have 41 drafts left to go through then I can open up my requests when I get down to 5! <3

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Xiumin - *He’s the oldest maknae? He’d love it to a certain extent. He’d love for you to have your fun, but would make sure that you didn’t push your boundaries when he thought it was enough*

Lay - *He’d love your free character, and finds it easy to be around you, however will worry about you if you were going to get into trouble. He’d only asks that you don’t do stuff that’ll get you arrested*

Kai - *He’d join you until it gets too much for him and he worries that he’d get into trouble. He’d be your angel on your shoulder to remind you where the line is whilst trying to keep it fun*

Suho - *He’d constantly be worrying about you and what types of trouble you’d constantly be getting into, to the point where he’d ask that you just let him know where you were and who you were with*

Kyungsoo - *Loves that you’re one for fun and you’re fun to be around but would be worried when you get into trouble, and would be very disappointed, feelin as though he should talk to you about knocking it down a notch*

Tao - *He’d make it a competition on who could be more fun and would try to one up you, however would get bitchy and whiny when it’s something he doesn’t want to do*

Chen - *He’d join in and would be just as bad as an influence on you as you are on yourself, this also means sometimes getting in trouble with the other members but you guys have the most fun. 

Chanyeol - *He’s all for fun, but would get stern with you about the trouble making that could get you into a load of trouble. However, he’d offer other alternatives to have fun. He would also love to join you under certain criteras* 

Baekhyun - *He’d let you get away with so much shit and would be your aliby if shit hit the roof, but he’s be so fun. He’d joke that he should be the role model but he’s one of the beagles fuck sake, it wouldn’t take him mcuh to be convinced to the dark side*

Sehun - *He’s a little shit himself, and even though he’d act like he’s too good for certain shit, he’d be the first one to beat you to doing something, being competitive and all*

Luhan - *He’d remind you of the times he thought you were the good and well behaved one, but would love the wild and free side of you also. This could be an adventure with him with not knowing what he’d let slip or not*

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