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I’m not giving up

genre: Kris-Yeol love triangle type: drabble/scenario characters: Chanyeol, Kris, EXO, reader Do not re-post without permission or use in any way, this is my work. Thanks to my baby Okarina @kpopthirstystan that helped me pick up the members since the anon who requested it left it open. xoxo, ara~

You couldn’t tell anybody. No matter how much you were dying to tell them, you couldn’t even mentioned it. Not even to his best friends, no one was supposed to know you were dating Kris. The only ones who knew were you two and the manager. Whom recommended to keep it as a secret for the time being. Of course, you two had agreed but you never imagine how hard it would be, to keep the secret from the boys. Specially when you all were so close.

“So.. Y/N.. I’ve been wondering for a while..” Baekhyun stared, as you all were having dinner. “Hm wondering what, Baekhyun?” You expected him to say something stupid. Guess you expected wrong. “You are very pretty... aren’t you interested in dating someone.. maybe... one of us?” If it weren’t because Baekhyun loved to bug people, you would swear that chuckle he gave you meant something like I know you are dating Kris. For a moment you stopped breathing, specially since the all the boys were staring at you now, waiting for an answer. Instead of looking at Kris, the one who you were actually dating, you stared at Chanyeol, trying to bluff a little. Distract them all from the real thing. “I guess...” You started, giving them a small smile. “I haven’t given it much thought but... maybe I would date one of you.... who knows” The rest of the night continued with Baekhyun demanding to know who that person would be, and Chen and Sehun deciding it would be one of them. because who wouldn’t want to date us? But you couldn’t help to notice, that he was staring more than usual at you. As if he were trying to memorize every  detail of your face, as if he could read your heart just by staring into your eyes. It made you feel a little nervous, specially because your Kris was sitting next to him. So if you wanted to exchange some glances with Kris, you would have to look at him too. Chanyeol.

You heard a knock on your door.  “Ignore it He told you, pressing you on the wall. You heard another knock, your eyes scanned the room until they reached the door. The lock wasn’t on. “It’s no one important” He whispered into your ear, making you flush. “Say... Y/N... do you like me?” You stared at the tall boy in front of you. His cherry lips were too close to yours, you could feel his breathe on your skin. His hands pressing against the wall, caged you between him and it. There was no way you could run away from that situation. Everything had happened too fast that the moment you realized Chanyeol was holding you. “Or... should I give up on you”  You wanted to tell him, tell him to stop but you couldn’t. You liked him, but not the way he wanted you to. But you couldn’t tell him that either, that would only bring more questions. Why not? Is there someone else? Someone I know? Who?  “Why are you so quiet?” He whispered into your ear, nibbling your earlobe a little. He was really close, even when you hands were between you and his chest, trying to push him away.  “Chan.. I don’t think this is.. you should stop” “But... I thought you liked me. You don’t?” For a moment it seemed like a ray of sadness crossed his face, which vanished in a second. The fresh scent of his cologne distracted you from noticing his right hand positioning on your waist. He knew he had some sort of effect on you. For a second he made you hesitate and that was enough for him to know, you wouldn’t  mind him kissing you. Or so he thought. He didn’t know it was not him who you were picturing in front of you, it was his best friend whom you barely were alone with.  “I don’t even remember when was the last time I kissed...” you thought out loud. Big mistake. “Shall I fix that?” Chanyeol chuckled, grabbing your chin gently, rising your face slowly.

“Fix what?” It was then when you realized what was going on. Those two words hard woken you up from your little day dream. Had brought you back to reality, to Chanyeol’s arms. Kris, Kris was standing in the room, the door open. “Kris.. this isn’t...” you started “Why don’t you leave? We were in the middle of something” Chanyeol interrupted you, clearly ignoring the angry expression that laid on Kris’ face. You begged Kris would leave, and let you take care of it. Not that you were making a good job but one way or another you would stop Chanyeol. It’s not like you really wanted to kiss him, but if that meant keeping Kris’ secret safe, you would not hesitate in doing it.

But Kris didn’t think like that. Kris didn’t care if he had to reveal his secret just to keep other men away from you. “Why don’t you get away from my girl?!”

The whole world stopped for a moment. Chanyeol froze, you froze, even the boys outside the room froze. A storm was about to begin. “Your... your what?” Confused, Chanyeol walked a few steps back. “You heard me Chanyeol. My, girl.” “Kris.. don’t-” you started “It’s okay Y/N. He has to know.. you are mine” He looked furious. You knew that if it weren’t for the fact that they were best friends, Kris would have already punched him. 

You took a big breathe and thanked that Chanyeol had stepped away. He was out of danger. Or so you thought before he started laughing, laughing in Kris’ face. “So.. you two are dating? You are bluffing” “Does it look like I am?” Kris was trying so hard to keep himself in control but both boys were already face to face. Too close to avoid a punch, if one of them decided to start a fight. “Guys please.. don’t-” It was useless, they weren’t paying attention to you anymore. “If she is your girl.. then I feel sorry for her” “What did you say Chanyeol?” Kris’ voice was threatening. “If it were me, I wouldn’t keep it as a secret. I would kiss her every day, every night, every minute and every second just to make sure others know she’s mine” “Back off Chanyeol, this is a fight you won’t win”

Chanyeol shook his head, and walked to the door. “Fine, I’ll leave” But before he did, he turned at looked at you. “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t know... but that doesn’t change anything” You stopped breathing again, knowing that if Chanyeol said something wrong Kris would definitely go after him. “I like you and just because he thinks he’s worthy of you... I’m not giving up. Because I think otherwise...”

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submitted by sheeple

You and Kyungsoo had been hiding out in Minseok’s cafe to spend some time together now that all of his exams were over. Both of your phones were off, wanting your focus to be on eachother, and sometimes Minseok when he comes to chat or fill up your drinks. 

Your little bubble of bliss was popped when the leader approached, anger in his eyes. “Do none of you know how to answer a phone?” he huffed, looking between the two of you. 

“What do you want?” Kyungsoo let go of your hands to sit up straight in his seat, eyes trained on the elder. 

“The final showing of my play is tonight,” he rummaged through his expensive leather bag to retrieve a folded piece of paper. “I want you both there. Seven sharp,” he dropped the make shift invite on the table. “Dress nice.”

The two of you watched him leave before letting out a joint whine, only wanting to leave your comfortable spot when it was time to go home and rest but you both knew how much joy your presence would give him. 

“I hate plays,” he groaned into your ear during a lengthy speech from the main child star. 

“Just smile and act like you’re having a good time. We’ll be home and alone in no time,” you turned to press a kiss to his cheek, though this did nothing to alter the sour look on his face. 

“Can I get Jongdae to create a technical difficulty?” his patience was growing thin with the child on stage. He made a mental reminder to tell Junmyeon to have harder auditions. 

You glanced over to the rest of the gang and their guests, all of them sharing the same bored look and hope that this was over soon so that their congratulations could be said and they could carry on with their life. 

“During intermission we should all meet in the hall and leave,” you suggested with a smirk. “We can make it back before the end. He’ll have no idea.”

“I like that.”

[alessascrapbook]

When u cute but still a thot

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Sweet Lies | Yixing

[A/N: this was requested by another anonie😖💕

genre: Criminal Investigator!AU , Criminal!AU , Angst , Fluff

group-member: EXO-Yixing

prompt: 25- Being somewhere you’re not supposed to be, (05) “You’re one of the most important things in my life.”

word count: 1885

ummm i actually had this idea for a while so im so happy I got to write it, I hope you all like it✨💓💓

It didn’t take long for you to realize you were in a position you shouldn’t entirely be in at all. 

Alright. Maybe you’d figured part of it when this child—as in, the-man-you-were-supposed-to-incarcerate’s child—threw her tiny arms around you like you were some kind of T.V-bonbon nanny. 

You weren’t much a kids person, not friendly and certainly not sweet. You’d lost all and any capability for sugar-coating the moment you joined the forces, just one in the many casualties of the whiplash of mental barbarity and callous reception. 

So, of course, you could only stand there around and about looking painfully uninterested when the kid began pulling dolls from her backpack so as to make up for the lack of conversation. 

“When is Papa coming?” The girl lifted her mellow gaze to you, doll discarded. Her eyes sparkled with the incredible endeavor of keeping herself from crying. God knew how she’d learned to pull the trick with Zhang Yixing for a father.

“He’ll be here shortly,” you said in as soft a voice you could summon as you looked outside the tarnished apartment window to the rundown street below. As convenient as it was to have some secret den in the worst part of the city—where it sure did not look safe at all and would totally be overlooked as a place to stay—you couldn’t give him all the credit. The move was smart, yes, but other plagues fouled the streets and therefore other things could get you killed. 

Luna seemed to understand that.

“I’m scared,” her fingers fluttered on her lap, arms tentatively rising in a gesture that craved for touch, for a hand to grasp her own. 

“You don’t have to be.” Really, she didn’t. You’d been trained to disarm a man double your weight, to shoot point blank without the needless gnawing feeling of contrition that brought you near to vomiting when the bullet shot straight through the back of his head.

But you weren’t just about to tell her that. You shook your head and shut your mouth, pushing yourself away from the window and coming closer to the girl.

“I’m here.”

That should be enough. You weren’t someone for pretty words and consolations, and so you couldn’t believe all that “it’s going to be alright” bullshit yourself, even more when—

“Thank you.” You stiffened again when her arms came around you, when she pressed her head like a little cat on your waist and hid her tears in your coat. 

Now, this shouldn’t be happening. Not when the existence of this girl was practically unknown to you still until barely a mere three days ago and specially not when you were betraying yourself (becoming all fluff and rainbows and all for this kid) for a man you’d started catching feeling for and whom you were supposed to investigate. 

So, yeah, you could only stand there, petting her head like the small creature that she was and wonder what the fuck was going on.

Then, the door creaked, and you had your gun out before it could be opened, shoving Luna behind you. A breath, your aim and—

“Papa!” 

You heaved a sigh with Yixing entering the room with a gun of his own, handing it to his right man when Luna ran and leaped to his arms. 

“My baby,” he seemed to be gasping, rocking the little one in an embrace, more to comfort himself than to appease her. “I’m so sorry.”

“I thought you wouldn’t come see me,” Luna was crying, having finally given in to what had put her in a trance all those hours that you’d waited.

Yixing clutched her tight, “You’re one of the most important things in my life. No, you are my life, my moon. If something happened to you...”

You swallowed, turning your back on the two and encasing your gun. You’d never seen Yixing so helpless, so at the mercy of something that involved not gunpowder and lead. Granted, you’d never encountered the one thing that made him the weakest.

Zhang Yixing was tranquil and numb in all his hushed ire, a demonic doll with a handsome hard cover and calculative death for stuffing. A man that lived up to the “highly-deceiving” “manipulative” and “vicious” that accompanied his name. 

The moment you met him you’d learned as much. Admittedly, you shouldn’t have ambushed his home without a permit and aimed your weapon at him, yes, but he shouldn’t have just almost dislocated your arm either. 

From then on, you were forced to work close to him and follow his every move, much to your, quite sickening, internal abhorrence of him. Yixing was acute, alright, and knew well you were reporting back everything you caught so he let you hang around, a gimmick he pulled so as to prove to you he wasn’t into the shady business his files said he was. 

And the guy did it right. You couldn’t yet prove how much of his records was certain but only that the “highly deceiving” part was well earned.

Yixing wrought you in a string of lies with darling words and daring gazes, blinded you out of all competence for setting apart right from wrong and good from bad with the upward tilt of his blushing lips. Introduced you to the bitter taste of failure with alcohol in them, but with the saccharine savor of his mouth that made it all feel worth it...

You shut your eyes harsh until you saw things, dark things that stung and weren’t him kissing your neck, anything that wouldn’t drive you close to delusion. 

You opened them again and turned your look back inside, away from the window that had hosted your little reverie. Luna was laughing now, showing her father a doll she mentioned to have borrowed from her friend, before she received a call saying he was waiting outside to pick her up. That was a lie, and someone wanting to hurt Yixing’s greatest treasure had been able to pull it. 

Luna, smarter than to be fooled by a car that wasn’t her father’s, sneaked away before being caught and hid for almost an hour when Yixing frantically called you and virtually demanded you to protect his daughter, which is how you’d ended up in that apartment in the first place.

You still wondered how he’d been able to know what went down and who was it that threatened Luna. Mentally, you took a note on questioning him later, you wouldn’t let him off the hook that easily when you could’ve just gotten a lead to proceed with your investigation.

“Go with Uncle Byun for a minute, alright my love?” Yixing kissed Luna’s forehead before standing up, cleaning off her tears tenderly and brushing back her hair before he looked at you. Oh, you needed to talk too, alright.

“Yes, Papa,” Luna followed the dark haired man who outstretched his hand to her, taking it for a second before letting go. She looked at you timidly before running and hugging your hips again, smiling, “Thank you, pretty lady.” With that she ran back to the man who took her hand cheerfully and let her out in high-spirited conversation. 

Yixing seemed to have regained a little bit of the color of his cheeks as he watched her go and sighed, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if something—”

“Probably execute me first,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms and smiling like you meant it as a joke. Partially you did.

“Probably,” he grinned, walking up to you and claiming your mouth, fixing you in place by the strong hold of your jaw. Yixing, as it’d come to be the usual, tasted of liquorice and alcohol and was rough with his hands but kind with his lips. He was the embodiment of a flower that was delight with all its charms but that hurt when you touched it because it kept its thorns. Only that sometimes Zhang Yixing was all thorns. 

He pulled back flushed and bit his lip. His hair was pushed back and he was smiling some kind of way that was hazardous, that made that dimple that he had appear and drive you giddy.

It wasn’t fair. 

“Thank you,” Yixing rested his head on your shoulder, didn’t quite look at you. His hand grasped yours and, yes, it wasn’t fair, because he knew his way with deceptions and you couldn’t let out a word. “I could never be more at your mercy, if they’d hurt her—”

“Who is ‘they’?” You avoided his fingers tangled with yours and only looked ahead. Forget all kisses and touches, bottom truth was all of it was done for both your purposes and it was only a matter of time to see who accomplished theirs first. And you intended that to be you. 

Yixing stiffened and backed away and inch, smiling, “You don’t expect me to actually tell you, do you? They could hurt you too, and I don’t want to be responsible for it.”

“I won’t blame you, just tell me who they are.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, I really don’t want something to happen to you.”

You laughed, retracting your hand from his, “And it won’t. Let’s stop playing pretense for a minute, alright. You know who I am and what I do. You know whatever this between us is is nothing but sweet lies and make-believe. I catch bad people for a living, Yixing, and whoever tries to abduct a six-year-old in plain daylight clearly qualifies as bad. And if you won’t let me catch them, I have all reason to think you’re trying to protect them.”

You knew you might have gone too far. Yixing developed a pallor that sickened you greatly. Of course, you shouldn’t have mentioned that last thing when he’d almost gone insane with his daughter at risk, how stupid of you. But you were mad, alright. You weren’t sure you could handle more of it, of his blasphemous touches and softer-than-feathers kisses, even if they were all but sweet lies. 

No, you didn’t want a liar, and you knew a bad guy when you saw one and Zhang Yixing was unquestionably and irrevocably one. 

He ran a hand through his hair and cursed, looking at you only reluctantly, “To think I liked you.”

“Fuck, Yixing, are we kids? Do you think I’m that stupid to believe you?” You gritted your teeth, maintaining your voice as low as possible and hoping the air wouldn’t carry it to wherever Luna was. 

Yixing sighed, shaking his head ‘no’, and turned to leave. And goddamn him because, somehow, any lie could be better now than to watch him go.  

“I thought I could have you by my side by doing this. I guess you really can’t expect too much from me and I can’t blame you.”

Yixing stopped on the threshold, then—

“It was her mother—Luna’s—when I said ‘they’.” He gave you one last glance. “I hope that was all you needed, officer.”

Zhang Yixing took all the sweet and lies that constituted him when he closed that door, leaving a liquor-bitter scent in your mouth if you closed your eyes and wanted him, if you wondered whether you had been the pretender all along.

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Could I please get a selca ship with EXO, BTS, GOT7, and SVT? Thank you so much! :)

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Sehun~~

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Yugyeom~~

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You don’t own me part 4

Excerpt: You bowed down so you were lying in front of his feet.

“Please, master.”

“I’m glad you already acknowledged me as your master but that is only what my inferiors call me. You can call me Baekhyun.”

Word count: 2283 // I did it! A little longer I believe so ♥

Warnings: A little violence. A little angst. Still nothing to really worry about.

Author’s note: Sorry I know it took me way too long to publish this. But I hope you can still kinda enjoy this. It may take a little till I publish the next one but I’m trying my hardest :)

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After you were sure the guy had left you had searched through the whole suite once again.  You had opened every door. But you only found yourself in various bed- and bathrooms. Some rooms seemed to be just for entertainment. One had a billiard table in the middle and a bar. A own bar! How is this a hotel suite?! More like a penthouse. If you weren’t trapped here you could actually like this place. Although this spledid lifestyle were never anything you had chased for. Luxury seems to make life more enjoyable but it’s not. At least not forever.

You sighed. There is really no way out besides the elevator and it is only working with that key the guy used yesterday, you noted sadly.  You were lying on the bed in the “main” bedroom as the man called it. There was a big mirror above the bed. You hadn’t noticed it yesterday. It had been too dark and you were too tired.

How narcisstic this guy must be! Disgusting.

You studied the features of your face. Dark circles under your eyes and and your left eye was twitching every now and then. The lack of sleep and stress were to blame.

You wondered if your behaviour from this morning would have any consequeces. You couldn’t help but feel a little proud at your actions. You had defend yourself successfully. But here you were know with an arching stomach and no escape. You sighed again.

I should go wash myself. Maybe I will feel a little better then. And maybe even get a good idea to handle this...

You stood up a little too fast which made you feel dizzy. After everything sorted itself again you entered a bathroom on the end of the corridor. It was enormous. A big bathtub was placed right in the middle. What a stupid spot to place a bathtub. You turned the knob around. Water began to fill the tub. You spotted a shelf on the wall with various scents of bathing salts. You picked the rose-scented. You poured it in and bubbles appeared. Soon the smell had spread in the whole room. You undressed and stepped into the bathtub. It was a little too hot but after you had sat down and adjusted it was fine. On one end the bathtub had a headrest. You also noticed some buttons on the side. You pressed one which simply said “on”. Suddenly bubbles ascended all around you. It had turned into a whirlpool.  It tickled against your feet and you giggled. You sunk down a little more so that more of your hair began floating in the water.

As you were soften in the bathtube your thoughts circled only around one thing: How could I get out of here? I need the key of the guy. But how could I get it? You brainstormed sometime till a idea strucked into your mind.

I must wrap him around my finger. He has to get comfortable with me so he will let his guard down and I can escape.

This plan sounded pretty good to you. At least there was a small chance that it could be successful. But I can’t be too obvious or he will notice it! I need to do this cleverly.

You weren’t bad at seducing men since it had been your job for over a year now. Men are dick-driven!  You had proven that point enough times. But still. He seemed different. You couldn’t really figure him out.

He is violent. Rough. Nearly sadistic. Only god knows what he means when he said that he needs me for something. This “something” could be everything. It’s too dangerous for me to stay here. I gotta try my best!

“Ah there you are”, the guy greeted you gushily when you stepped down the stairs. Strange..you hadn’t heard him coming. But maybe it was because you were still a litte drowsy after falling asleep in the bathtub. It wasn’t your intention but it was so comfortable and relaxing. Your body had been aching for a little easing after all the tension that had build up.

“Hello”, you greeted him shyly while rubbing one eye. You noticed that he was wearing a suit. A different one then last night but you had to admit he still looked sexy. It was custom made. You noticed immediately. You wondered if he is only wearing suits. I’m pretty sure his wardrobe is full of tailored suits.

“Is the bed that uncomfortable? Should I get you a new mattress?”

You raised an eyebrow. “No, the bed is fine.”

“I’m only asking because I have never seen someone sleeping in bathtub. Okay maybe I had. But it was more like a never ending sleep where they most unlikely wake up again”, he winked, “If you know what I mean.”

Is he talking about dead people?! , you panicked internally. You stared at him in shock.

“Don’t look at me that way. I thought you may have noticed all my little friends who are watching this place for me.” He pointed towards several spots. You followed his arm and saw cameras. They were everywhere. Suddenly you felt uneasy and wished you had something to cover up your bare skin. But you could only cross your arms in front of your chest.

“You know for safety reasons”, he shrugged while grinnig widely.

What exactly could he be afraid of in a bathroom? That someone steals his soap? You bit back you ironic statement.

Instead you just took a deep breath and asked straight forward: “Who are you?”

“Who am I? Hmmm who do you think I am?”, he gave you a cocky look.

A great psychopath maybe.

“At least tell me your name! That is only fair since I had told you mine already”, you argued.

“Are you so eager to know?”

“Regarding the circumstances: Yes.”

“Maybe I should tell you then?”, he acted like he had to think hardly about it.

Normally you would have rolled your eyes over people like him. But you needed to stick with the plan.

You bowed down so you were lying in front of his feet.

“Please, master.”

You were relieved you couldn’t see yourself like that. You felt ashamed enough already. He seemed to be really taken aback by your action. When he hadn’t answered after some time you carefully arose again. You made sure to look him straight into the eyes. He just stared back for a short time before a laugh escaped his mouth.

“I’m glad you already acknowledged me as your master but that is only what my inferiors call me. You can call me Baekhyun”, there was a deep subtone is his voice.

“Baekhyun?”, you repeated robotically. The name somehow tasted bitter on your tongue. Byun Baekhyun. That name sounds somehow familiar.

He nodded. You tried so hard to remember where you have heard that name before. Both of you stayed silent for a little.

“Very well Baekhyun. Why am I here?”, you questioned.

“Don’t you think I told you enough already”, he looked at you challenging. You bit your lip to suppress the upcoming anger. He seemed to notice it.

“I need to settle some things”, you sensed how he picked his words very carefully.

“And what does that have to do with me?”, you tried to not sound too bitchy.

“You are the key point. Without you it won’t work.”

“But still I’m not going to do anything, right?.”, you raised an eyebrow.

“You have to stay here. Where I can see you.”

“I don’t understand.”

”You don’t need to. Just stay here”, he whispered the latter. He was right in front of you. His presence send shivers through your body. You began to tug on the hem of the boxershorts.

“And I need you healthy too. So please eat properly and don’t skip meals anymore.” You wanted to avoid his piercing gaze but you couldn’t. His eyes were like dark holes. And you were lost in them.

How could he sound so fucking truthfully caring?!

You were torn internally. But you knew there was only one right answer. “I won’t. I promise.”

His lips curled into a smile. “I’m glad to hear that.” He reached into the pocket of his jackett and pulled out a mobile phone.

“Take this. It has saved the number of my closest consultant Chanyeol. I think you already met my dear friend this morning”, he chuckled while pointing towards his left eye. You mind shoot to the guy from earlier. You blushed a litte.

“He is very important to me so please don’t beat him too hard next time. Although I do have to admit that I’m pretty impressed. He seemed kinda traumatized by your first encounter. I think no women ever managed that”, he was clearly amused while you became more and more embarrassed.

“Anyhow I have ordered him to buy you some new clothes. Well don’t get me wrong. I do like you walking around in my clothes but I thought maybe you wanted something more “fitting” “,his eyes went up and down your body, “So you could feel a little more at home you know.”

Tsk sure I will. You murmered a quiet “thank you” while pushing down the boxers onto your lower hip.

“No problem”, he smiled at your act, ”It also got the number of the reception in it. If you want to order food you can call the front desk. They will bring you anything. Or if you want to swim a round at the swimming pool or go to hotel’s gym they will guide you there”, he informed you. He held the phone towards you.

You noticed him starring at you. Probably to analyze your reaction. You let a small smile graze over your face when you took the phone from his hands. You noticed how warm his hands were compared to yours. You retracted your hands as fast as you could. It nearly fell out of your hand. You turned the phone in your hand while eyeing it carefully. His laugh had disappeared as you looked up again.

“By the way. My number is on speed dial. I always pick up. Make sure to use it if you need me”, his words felt heavy on you. He was serious. You nodded obediantly.

“Very good”, he caressed over your head. Swirling one curl around his finger. The atmosphere seemed to change. It felt weird.

He pulled his hand away short after to look at his wristwatch. “It is already this late. I gotta go.” He walked towards the elevator and used the key so the button would light up. He pressed it and turned around again.

“Oh before I forget it. The phone is unable to call certain numbers so there is no need for you to try anything fishy.” He gave you a mysterious smile. “But I trust you that you hadn’t had something close to that in mind. Am I right?”

You nodded a little hesitantly. You were perplexed by his statement.

“Then I’ll get going. Take care, princess.” You raised the hand absently.

One time he is an arrogant asshole and then suddenly he acts like he actually gives a single fuck about me! I won’t buy this shit! Be prepared Byun Baekhyun! I will play your game if you play mine!

Jongdae just finished a meeting with a very important client when his phone rang. It was a businessman from China who was very interested in buying some machine guns. The deal had been sealed after Jongdae negotiated a way too high price for them. Because he actually hadn’t payed anything for them. His men found them in a warehouse from a former dealer who worked under him. Sehun. Tsk. That traitor. He deceived him by delivering informations over his affairs to a rival. Well now he wasn’t able to speak to anyone anymore since they had cut of his tongue. It must have arrived his family by now. Jongdae smiled to himself at the thought and finally answered the call.

“Sir I’ve got good news!”, Junmyeon annouced.

“Junmyeon you know that I’m busy today. Can’t this wait till I’m back?”, Jongdae was clearly annoyed.

“It’s about Y/N!”

Jongdae’s heart skipped a beat. “Why didn't you tell me that in the first place?! Go on!”, Jongdae pushed.

“You know we had watched already all the records from the cameras inside the building and at the entrance. But I totally forgot that the building had a side entrance for the staff which is also recorded my a camera. So I watched through the material...”

“Junmyeon come to the point! Where is she?!”,Jongdae grew impatient.

“Well I don’t really know where she is but with whom”, he stated.

“Good enough. Tell me who it is! I will rip that basterd apart! ”, Jongdae gritted his teeth.

“This could become difficult because the man who she drove away was Byun Baekhyun.”

Jongdae went silent. Byun fucking Baekhyun out of all the people! That fucking scum! He couldn’t believe it. 

“He will regret intervening with my personal life!”, Jongdae’s voice was calm but he was far from that. He was furious.

“What are you planning to do, Sir?”, Junmyeon questioned.

“Y/N belongs to me! I will show him to never fuck with me or my property again!”, Jongdae hung up.

Finished....Hope you liked it! Sorry for being such a nuisance with my insecurieties. But thank you for staying with me @httpwyf , @dont-hyuck , @literaltae , @jookyunhoe , @vicassa, @imbaekhyunstrash and all you other precious people ♥

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Limerece - Chapter II

Limerence Masterlist

Warnings: This series contains mentions of assault, sexual violence, and stalking.

Characters: Sehun, Suho, and OC (Ursula)

Word Count: 1.9k

Limerence:  The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

“Alright Rocco, here you go. Back to your mommy once again,” I handed Golden Retriever back over to his owner, “ Now remember that he needs to be back for a checkup in a month. You can schedule the appointment now, or you can wait and call in to schedule it.” The woman thanked me, then walked out of the door with her dog.

“Thanks for coming in for a few hours Urs, I know it was your day off.” Dr. Scott had called me earlier this morning and asked me to come in for a bit today. It was around 6:30 pm now, and he told me I was good to go home. I grabbed my purse from my locker in the back, shutting the locker and heading out to the front of the office. I waved goodbye to the receptionist in the front and walked through the parking lot to my car.

As I approached my house, I noticed Sehun and the other man sitting on their front porch. I pulled into my driveway, looking back at them in the rear-view mirror. When I got out of my car, I went to go check the mail. I grabbed the mail from the mailbox and heard someone call my name. I looked up to see Sehun motioning me to come over into his yard. I looked to make sure no cars were coming, and I crossed the street into their yard. I walked up to his front porch, Sehun greeting me at the steps.

“Ursula, this is my friend Suho, Suho this is Ursula.” The man—who I now learned to be Suho—waved at me. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said politely.

“Well, come sit down for awhile. We don’t bite, I promise,” Sehun said. “I don’t want to intrude,” I replied. “Oh, you won’t be intruding! I promise.” He kept smiling at me, so I walked up the steps and sat beside Suho in one of the chairs they had on their front porch. Delilah got up from where she was lying down, and came and rested her head in my lap so I could pet her.

“So, how was work?” I looked up at Sehun, how did he know I went to work today? “You’re in scrubs,” He laughed, probably sensing my confusion. I looked back down and remembered I was in my lilac colored scrubs. “Oh, duh. Work was fine. I only went in for a few hours, though. I met the most adorable Golden Retriever named Rocco,” I started petting Delilah again, “I think you’d really like him.”

I sat with Sehun and Suho for a good 45 minutes, before deciding I needed to go back across the street. “I should get going,” I said as I stood up, Sehun jumping up right as I said that. “Oh! Yes, well, I’ll see you across the street,” He smiled that smile at me. 

“Oh no, it’s okay.” Something about the way he said it made me uneasy. 

“No, I insist.” He kept smiling at me until I gave in and agreed. I waved goodbye to Suho, and Sehun followed me across the road to my driveway.

“Well, this is my stop. Sorry to make you come such a far way.” I laughed at my sarcasm, Sehun letting out a hearty laugh. We said our goodbyes, and I walked up to my porch. I turned back to see Sehun and Suho going in their house. I kept my gaze focused on their bodies until Sehun turns around to gaze back. I turned back around quickly, then I unlocked the door and stepped in.

I got out of the shower and dried off, then walked into my bedroom. I put a pair of underwear and my robe on so I could go downstairs. When I went downstairs, I saw my mom home. “I figured you would work a late night tonight,” I said, sitting down at the kitchen table. “So did I, but apparently I wasn’t needed tonight. Oh well,” She laughed.

“So, how was today?” She asked, sitting down across from me. “I went in for a few hours today, but that’s really the only thing that happened that was interesting. When I got home, I went and sat with Sehun and Suho across the street for a few. That’s basically how my totally exciting day went.” 

My mom looked at me, an accusing look in her eyes. “Oh? You got friendly with the neighbors I see. Are they cuter up close?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I hit her shoulder, “Oh you need to stop it!” She laughed, taking a sip of her Chamomile tea. 

“In all seriousness, were they?” 

“Yeah, actually they are. Sehun, he’s the taller one, he’s really cute. He’s also really nice, and he smiles all of the time. He insisted on walking me across the street back home.” I said.

“Hmm, maybe he thinks you’re cute. You think he’s cute, so maybe you should go out on a date.” 

“You are not funny,” I picked up the cup of Chamomile that she sat across from me, “He’s not my type anyways,” I said as I took a drink of the tea. “Urs, sweetie, you don’t have a type.” She teased. I narrowed my eyes at her and shook my head, she always was a fan of teasing. 

I grabbed a granola bar from the cabinet, “So, are we going to order out again tonight?” I asked as I took a bite. “No, I was thinking of going to that new restaurant they just opened downtown. I don’t know if you’d like to go, though, it’s more of a fancy restaurant. You’d have to dress up for once,” She jokes. “You know what, I don’t have a problem with dressing up. I just don’t have a reason to,” I said. 

“And that’s why you don’t have a boyfriend,” She patted me on the back. “Well, what’s your excuse then missy?” I asked. She didn’t have a sarcastic response to that, which was a rare occurrence for her. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you what. I’ll go get dressed up so we can go try that new place. But I’m not driving,” I chuckled as I started to walk back upstairs.

I took off my robe and grabbed a bra that was sitting on my bed. I put it on and crossed my room to go into my closet. I pulled out a black cocktail dress and some black booties with a bit of a heel to go with them. I went into my bathroom, did my makeup, and curled my hair. I went back into my room to look at myself in my full-length mirror. 

“You know, you look nice.” I turned around and saw my mother in a burgundy cocktail dress. “As do you, I’m glad we had the same thought with the dresses,” I motioned to our dresses with my finger.

After dinner, I drove both of us home. My mom decided to have a few too many drinks at dinner, and there was no way she was going to drive us home. “Ursula are we home yet?” She asked—for the umpteenth time I will add.

“I’m pulling in the driveway, calm down,” I parked the car and she was quick to get out. I sat in the car and watched her manage to walk up the steps in her heels, and fumble with her keys to unlock the door. Eventually, she was able to open the door and stumbled into the house. I barely got out of the car because I was laughing so hard. I shut the door and leaned against the car, trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard.

“You look beautiful.” I looked over and saw Sehun with Delilah on a leash. “Uh, thank you,” I said. I didn’t see him walking her when I pulled in, but he looked as if he had come from the same direction.

Delilah pulled him with her as she came over to see me. “She really likes you,” Sehun commented. “Well, I like you too Delilah. You’re a gorgeous girl,” I said as I pet her.

“So, was that your sister?” He asked. I looked up at him, “No, that was my mom,” I said. 

“Really? How old are you?” He asked, “You’re not like 15 are you?” 

“No no, I’m 19. I’m young, but not that young,” I said. “And let me guess, you’re 22,” I joked. 

“Actually, you’re right. How’d you guess?” 

“Lucky guess, I suppose.”

For the second time, he just stood there and stared at me. “Well, I should be getting inside. I’m pretty tired,” I said, feeling awkward with the silence between us. “Oh, I’m sorry to keep you. I hope you have a nice night,” He smiled, and reached out towards me. He ran his hand through my hair and rested it on my shoulder, he had this look in his eyes that I couldn’t tell what it was. 

“Good night,” I said, shrugging off his hand. I turned and went in the house, not looking back at him. What the hell was that about?

-Sehun’s POV-

I took the leash off of Delilah’s collar as I entered the house, abruptly going upstairs to my room. Earlier, I noticed that from the end of my bed you could perfectly see out my bedroom window and into Ursula’s bedroom window. I looked out across the street into her window. I saw her taking her shoes off, and then she started to unzip her dress.

I made myself look away from the window, not wanting to spy on naked her through her window. I glanced back and noticed her putting a long T-shirt on, presumably to sleep in. I bit my lip as I watched her. I wonder what it’d be like to sleep next to her, to wake up with her next to me. The thought of it was absolutely perfect.

The light in her bedroom turned off, and I saw her standing at her bedroom window. The moonlight from the full moon was bright enough so that I could see her standing there. She seemed to be looking over into my bedroom, but I knew she couldn’t see me. She turned and walked away from the window, probably going to lay down in her bed. I stood up from my bed and walked to the window, placing a hand on it. Maybe one day...

“What are you doing?” 

“Oh, just looking out at the moon,” I said, turning around to face Suho. 

“What’s with you and that girl across the street? I’ve never seen you so smiley and energetic around a girl like that. It’s really out of character for you, Sehun.” 

“I’m just trying to be neighborly, quit exaggerating.” 

He gave me a look as if saying ‘Whatever you say’ and went back to his own room. I shut the door to my bedroom and closed the curtains. Maybe tomorrow I’d get to talk to Ursula more. No, not maybe. I have to. I would make sure I got to talk to her more. I would do whatever it takes, I have to be closer to her. I just have to.

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Could I ask for 48 & 83 with Kyungsoo or Chen?

send me number + an idol’s name and i’ll write a drabble for you!

Kyungsoo held your hand tightly as you pushed past the only other person in the supermarket. “Be nice,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. “I’m not here to make friends,” your husband muttered as he pulled you down the isle where your snacks would be.

You moved away from him to browse the snacks, picking up a carton with your husband’s face on. “I got it, let’s go!” you hummed, taking his hand once more. “Show me what’s behind your back,” he raised a brow, his face finally breaking into a grin when he saw what you picked. “You made all that fuss because the one I bought didn’t have me on it?” your nod made him bring you close and kiss your head. “You’re too cute.” 

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Ears and tail

I liked being in the shadows, crossing the streets unnoticed. Sometimes I even enjoyed people walking away as if they had seen a black cat.  You know what they say, "they give bad luck". 

I liked doing as I pleased without being judged, without having people looking at me as I smelled the pollen of the flowers or enjoyed the different tastes of a single piece of bread. I was different, I was special, and more importantly I was fine with being alone. 

One of the many perks of being a shapeshifter is the abilities that come with it. In my case, I'm just as agile as a cat, I can walk over wooden floor and make no sound, I can live by my own without missing the interaction with humans. Everything is better; the more you like the animal part, the better. It was perfect, I had the happiest period of my life being a shifter or so I thought, until I met him.  

I could smell it from miles away, I could feel my skin shuddering as he got closer. I could see the wildness in his eyes and perceive the woods in his cologne. He was a shifter like me, but instead of being a cat, he was a wolf. A very annoying but beautiful wolf. 

"This is the first time I see a girl enjoying shifting so much." His voice filled my ears with a beautiful melody as it triggered something in my brain. He was a wolf, a dog in other words, and we did not get along. But I couldn't resist. "You even have the ears out" "Do you have a problem with that?" I replied, slowly stepping away from him. "No, in fact... I find it very cute, even for a cat. I'm Baekhyun... and you are...?" Little I knew that shaking hands with that canine beast that afternoon, was going to change my life forever. 

He didn't call the day after our first encounter, or a week after. Instead, he appeared one day as I walked back home from a long school day. He didn't say anything, just made sure I made it safe, just as if he was my guardian. 

After a month of walking together without talking, I decided it was time for it to stop. Not that I didn't appreciate the gesture, but I thought it was unnecessary. "Don't you see it? Yes, I'm here to take care of you but I'm also trying for you to get used to my scent, my presence. I know it's hard for our animal species to get along but... I really do like you" 

After that night, I started to look forward to the next day after school just to see him. I would day dream about the day he would hold my hand and kiss my forehead. After that night, I started to yearn for his touch, think about being with him and not alone... Something had changed in me and it was all because of him.

"Say.. what do you think about the most?" Baekhyun asked me one night, as we watched the city lights together, sharing an ice cream.  "Hmm.. that's hard... i kind of think.. and dream with being with you... whenever we aren't together" he smiled as the words left my mouth, moving a little closer. "And you?" It took him a few minutes before he spoke again, this time his arm wrapped my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.  "I think about the day.. when i can nibble those cute little ears and your soft tail wraps around me.."

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon. Anon also asked for a little bit of smut and that but I thought that it needed a background first, so many I’ll write a second part... I don’t know. We’ll see :D Anyways, good night! Admin A~