#exok sehun scenarios

[youngjellyfishbasement]

exo : sehun moodboard : beauty & the beast : done for @ladyyblue

“He fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?” “You take me as your prisoner, and now you want to have dinner with me? Are you insane?” 

[exonations]

Suho: When I was your age-

Sehun: When I was your height-

Suho: .............

Suho: *storms out and comes back with a step stool* LISTEN!

[christellaohwang]

The Call [Sehun x Reader OneShot]

Description: Sehun is married to y/n, however their relationship has lost its spark. He finds himself trapped in a lustful nightmare that can only offer him a brief escape from his unsatisfying reality.

Sehun's thoughts were more than cohesive. It's not that he was confused or anything. He knew perfectly well what he wanted. What he was uncertain about was what he needed. What if he made a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life? After all his wife wasn't stupid at all. In fact, he was stupid... For making the next step.

Sehun and Y/N weren't talking to each other anymore. They just stopped. Nothing specific happened. To him, it seemed like they grew apart. To her, it seemed as if he had stopped being in love with her. Sehun loved Y/N dearly. Lately, though, they repeatedly failed to communicate. He seemed to have forgotten how to touch her to show her his feelings. She felt as if he didn't care enough to listen to her anymore, even though Sehun was praying to listen to one word she had to say to him.

Maybe they had a problem and didn't dare to face it. Sehun thought it was because they wanted to protect their daughter that they always acted as if they had no problems. Problems need solutions and solutions need fights. On the other hand, love for Y/N was a double-sided knife. He desperately tried to grasp the long lost memories of excitement, adoration and tenderness when they first started dating. If mistakes happened along the way, they both wished they could turn back time to get them fixed. Only they did nothing more to make it come true.

At the beginning of their marriage, to them, everything worked perfectly. They both worked in the same field for almost half a day and sometimes Y/N left for she needed to travel to other places. Their relationship then became long distance for short periods of time, so they were both used to it and had adjusted their lives to make it perfect. And it was...

Sehun turned to his friends "I'll be right back".

He took a deep breath and started walking towards her. Her neck reminded him a lot. All the kisses he used to place on y/n's neck. Her tall, slim and curvy figure made him recall the first time Y/N approached him. He hadn't made the first step then, but he would make it now, because this time it wouldn't have been for love. He brushed her shoulder with his fingers. What an awful husband he would be...

"Excuse me miss", said Sehun in his soft and charming voice.

She turned around swiftly and her long pink curly hair locks almost touched his hands. She wouldn't have heard anything in the club. The music was too loud. Sehun smiled at her faintly and she did too. She excited him. Her similarity was exciting. She looked the same as the one he loved. Even though he knew his wife was at home with their daughter, she looked the same yet different. More childish and fresh. Just like Y/N was at first. It wouldn't matter if she didn't look the same in reality. In his eyes, she looked like his Y/N. And that would be the only way to ease himself into this...

"You are very beautiful..."

"Thank you mr...?"

"Oh Sehun... Call me Sehun..."

Her smile was frustratingly charming. He couldn't help but smile back for a moment. He felt something vibrating in his pocket and lowered his sight. The girl grabbed a bit of his shirt turning her focus back on her before she leaned against his ear and whispered. 

"Listen Oh Sehun... I got a little place nearly... Wanna go?"

Sehun slightly opened his mouth in wonder, but nodded nonetheless. He convinced himself he was about to go home, but she just stood in his way.

"Give me a moment..."

He briefly walked away from her and picked up his phone.

"Hello? Sehun?", asked Y/N.

"Hello? Y/N? Hi it's me, what's up baby? I'm sorry, listen I'm gonna be late tonight so don't stay up and wait for me, ok?"

"Where are you?"

"Wait wait say that again?"

"Hello?"

"You're really dropping out I think my battery must be low. Listen if you can hear me we're goin' to a place nearby, alright? Gotta go!"

And so he hung up and buried his guilt for not being loyal and honest to her for the first time ever. He grabbed his coat, bid his friends good night and followed her outside. Cheating was the wrong way, he knew this much, but he couldn't think straight anymore. He wanted back his wife, so hallucinations or not this would work just fine.

They started walking quickly. Her black dress hugged her figure perfectly. She took his hand and he was certain. She couldn't possibly be someone else. If he was hallucinating then he would only half cheat on her. Right?

"Do you mind if we stop by the supermarket Sehun?"

"No, it's ok, I can wait outside."

"No, come on, you should come with me!"

She let out a chuckle and playfully got in. Sehun started looking at the snacks. He had promised himself that he would buy Y/N her favorite chocolate before he returned home...

The lights suddenly started to go off. Sehun looked around for the girl but didn't seem to find her. He didn't like darkness at all. And the only thing that came to his mind at that moment was that if his wife was next to him right now, she would calm him down.

"How dare you think of your wife right now Oh Sehun? When you are about to cheat on her...", He thought to himself.

Someone touched his hair from behind and he turned instantly around flustered. The girl smiled.

"Are you ok? It seems there is a power cut. Come on..."

She paid for her stuff, exited the shop and started walking towards a big apartment block. The whole neighborhood reminded him of the good old '90s and that made him even more excited. A strong wind blew towards his face as they entered the tall dark building. Funnily enough, it looked like an old hotel, but people had the doors to their apartments wide open. Each and every one of them made him feel incredibly uncomfortable, as if he clearly didn't belong there. And oh they were so right.

Her apartment was at the far end of the hallway. Sehun glanced at all the people staring at him behind his back with disapproval but chose to ignore them. He sighed, entered her bedroom and heard the door closing behind him slowly. With his senses at peak, he smelled her fresh and flowery perfume in the air. She took off both of their coats. Sehun turned around to look at her innocent face one last time before he fell hard on her bed. She climbed on top of him and he closed his eyes waiting for her to touch him. She placed her thumb on his pouty lips and gave him a deep kiss.

She stole his breath and kept it safe in her heart. She touched his face one last time and leaned against his ear.

"Sehunnie?"

He finally heard the familiar voice and opened his eyes widely at once being in shock.

"Y/N?"

He stared at her face which bared a mixture of bitter disappointment and betrayal. Her tone quickly switched to show the anger his actions had caused her.

"Did you ever think I'm that stupid Oh Sehun? I'm sorry baby..."

She pulled out a knife from behind her back, raised it up to look at him one last time and pierced his heart with all the love and hate she could possibly master, letting out a sad cry of regret. Sehun gasped and looked at her aethereal trail before she stood up again, threw him one last glance and jumped off the open window and into the black night. The last moments of his life passed by. All the things he neglected and ignored just because he chose not to see them. Just as he chose not to see that it was her from the beginning. A real live picture from the past. Her touch was the same at the club too... He should have stayed there and danced with her. Again the safe option for a safe dream. What was he thinking...?

"Sehun? Sehun!"

His body was drenched in a nervous sweat. He opened his eyes not coming to the realization at once. Y/N stood above him touching his forehead.

"Sehun you are feverous..."

He jumped up anxiously realising it was all a dream and stared at her.

"When did you change your hair? Why is it pink?"

His mind must have been playing games with him, since now his wife looked identical to her doppelganger in his dream.

"Don't you remember me telling you that I would go to the hairdresser after work yesterday? Ah Sehun, I'm wasting your time even when I speak."

"It will get me killed in the end baby, don't worry, you outsmart me."

Sehun uttered those words in a low anxious voice and Y/N chuckled softly caressing his hair and looking bittersweet.

"Sometimes I do wish I could kill you."

"Maybe I wish the same thing Y/N."

"Well then maybe I should go ahead and do it..."

Her tone now was sarcastic and cold as she removed her hand and stood up from the bed. She walked to the dresser and stared into the mirror.

"And what will you do without me afterwards? Our child will be fatherless."

Sehun stared at her through the mirror with a vaguely serious expression, knowing full well it would get her mad. Y/N clenched her teeth and pierced him with her eyes.

"I'll make it seem like an accident, come on, I promise."

"Sure baby..."

Sehun stood up and walked towards her slowly.

"Go on baby. They say it's easier to kill if you feel hatred. I'm sure you'll feel relieved afterwards. But let's be honest, you wouldn't be able to do that even if your life depended on it, would you?"

"You bet I could Oh Sehun. There are multiple ways you can kill someone. One way is to stop loving them. Which you have for a while now. So why shouldn't I?"

She turned around and avoiding his harsh gaze tried to walk away frustrated. Sehun grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him. He put his fingers on her chin to make her look up at him and ran a finger in between her shiny hair locks.

"Sometimes I think you are the smartest woman, but you occasionally act stupid my dear wife. What did you think? That I could just stop loving you?"

"You have, it couldn't be more obvious. You are just scared to admit it."

Sehun sighed and clicked his tongue defensively.

"No, I haven't. I just miss how things used to be initially. All the excitement of being in love, all the kisses and the touches that we no longer do, how we talked for hours. And I know you miss them too Y/N. I don't want to do them with anyone else. I want to do them with you."

Y/N looked deep into his eyes sad and disheartened. Sehun sat back down on the bed and pulled her on his lap. She hesitated but eventually relaxed and wrapped an arm around his neck. Sehun placed his one hand on her waist and the other one on her hips bringing her even closer. Y/N couldn't help but blush as she run her fingers through his periwinkle blue hair. Sehun leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her soft neck. Oh how he missed doing that, especially knowing she enjoyed that, seeing her shudder as a positive reaction. Y/N smiled at him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. It felt as if they hadn't kissed in ages. The truth though was that this was just a very different kind of kiss. A rejuvenating one full of adoration and passion. A moment between two soulmates who were at long last able to breathe each other again. And it felt rather relieving as Sehun realized that all he ever dreamed of was right there in his arms.

Author’s Note: This short story is a metaphorical depiction of how trapped unresolved issues can make 2 partners feel.

Sehun is my ultimate bias and I used to write fanfictions about him and me for EXO's Amino. I decided to patch up the only OneShot I have written so far and post it on here.

Also posted on Archives Of Our Own, AsianFanfics and Wattpad

[exoxobsession]

Spring Days

Genre : Fluff, CollegeAU!, Angst, Cursing

Pairings : Kai x Ji-Eun (You)

Word count : 1.2k

Summary : Friends become strangers, trust is gone, he betrays their friendship, she moves on. What if they meet again? Will they become friends or stay as strangers with memories?

A/N : This was not requested, this is my first story, first chapter. How is it? Please request more scenarios, for other members too!!! XOXO.

Part: 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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I was sitting in class beside my best friend Kim Jongin. It was a boring lecture of English which was probably Romeo and Juliet, that I didn’t even pay attention to.

I put my hand under my chin while staring out the window. I was thinking of my best friend, his face popped up everywhere, and I may have developed a tiny, okay a huge crush on him.

Every time he was talking to one of those girls I would pull him away. Every time he came close to me my heart raced faster than a race car.

I was able to hide my feelings pretty well, and somehow kept my blush in.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, an elbow gently hit mine, I turned to him and noticed all eyes were on me.

"Please pay attention Ji-Eun." Mr.Lee said, and I just nodded. He continued the lesson, but I still didn’t pay attention.

Finally the bell rang signalling that the class was over.

“Was the lesson that boring?” Jongin asked me.

“Yep” I laughed.

We both made our way outside where my driver was waiting for me.

“You aren’t coming?” I raised my brow.

“Not today, I have to run an errand for mom.” He replied while rubbing his neck.

“Okay, bye.” I waved my hand and got in the car.

I was the daughter of Kim Ji-Tae, one of the biggest business man in Korea.

I was an only child and it was pretty boring until I met Jongin.

My mom and his mom were friends and we met in second grade and became close ever since. He soon became my first love.

I’m seventeen, just two days younger than Jongin.

The car came to a halt and I got off and mumbled a ‘thanks’ to Driver Han.

I opened the door to my house and didn’t expect the next thing.

My mom came running to me, and held my shoulders.

“Ji-Eun!!!” My mom screamed, it was an excited one though.

“Guess what?” She asked.

“What is it mom?” I said with no expression. It would probably be some business trips or something just related to business.

“Jongin and his parents will staying at our place for a while because their house is gonna get renovated!”

You were excited as you got to see Jongin everyday. “That’s great!!!” You exclaimed.  

The Kims came around 6 in the evening.

I tried my best to stop myself from going down when I heard the doorbell ring.

I pretended to do my homework by the time that Jongin came up.

“Hey!” He chimed and back-hugged me.

“Your here” I smiled trying not to sound too glad.

He pouted, “You don’t seem too happy with me here…” her trailed of while lying on my bed.

I turned in my chair to face him, “Of course I am, what did you expect? For me to run around the house and scream on top my lungs?” I joked as I got up to go and sit on the edge of bed.

“Jongin?” I looked at his face, his eyes were closed.

“Jongin?” I called again as I got a bit closer to him.

He held my wrist and pulled me towards him, which made me gasp.

He opened his eyes and our faces were inches apart.

His gaze shifted from my eyes towards my lips and back to my eyes again.

I held my breath, at the proximity of our faces.

He was leaning in when…

“Ji-Eun, dinner’s ready!” I heard my mom’s voice call me which made me jump. “C-Coming!” I shouted back and practically high-tailed out of my room leaving him alone.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door and looked at my face.

It was beet red from the situation earlier.

I fanned myself to cool my cheeks down.

I went down and my gaze met his and I quickly looked away.

I ate my dinner quickly and went up to my room.

I still couldn’t get over the situation from a 10 minutes ago.

If my mom didn’t disturb us then would we have kissed? That thought made me blush again.

I hid my face in my pillow and took in the scent of Jongin from 10 minutes ago.

I quickly went to dreamland.

[baekhvuns]

Bad Boy | Baekhyun IX

( series masterlist )

part nine.

word count : 1.6k

pairing : baekhyun x reader

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst.

“Eunhye hurry up!” I yelled as me and Jongdae got out of the airport, the sun pierced through the cloud.

“I am! Jongdae why did you leave me with my luggage! It’s so heavy! Plus I’m pregnant!” Eunhye playfully smacked Jongdae on his arm as he pretended to be seriously hurt.

“Yea yea it’s literally a purse— oh guys is that for us?” Jongdae suddenly pointed towards the black Lincoln car we saw. He continued, “Damnn, look how shiny it is!” Jongdae yelled running towards it.

As Jongdae ran his hands over the car me and Eunhye looked at each other, knowing who the car was from. She tapped on my shoulder lightly ushering me to move towards the car as the chauffeur and Jongdae take in our suitcases.

I looked out the window admiring Santorini, somehow thankful of Baekhyun for having his wedding here in this beautiful city so that I could visit it before I die.

The car was starting to slow down as it entered a private property, it drove through the heavily tree infested area. It was so secure and private that it seemed as if it was for a powerful man.

The chauffeur dropped us at entrance, Jongdae took our bags out as me and Eunhye examined the place. “Damn Baekhyun became even more rich than before! I wonder if that’s why that girl is marrying him or even better she must a model at his company!” Eunhye clasped her hands together as Jongdae walked in front of us.

“I heard she was introduced to him by his company’s previous conductor, maybe a daughter or something?” Jongdae just added even more confusion to us, we all shrugged and Jongdae rang the bell.

My heart was beating really fast as if it was about to pop out of my rib cafe, my hands were getting way to sweaty for my own good. A silhouette had appeared on the other side of the huge glass door, opening it reached an old man. Phew I thought it was him

“Hello young ladies and men! You guys must be masters friends, here for the wedding?” He spoke in Korean, wow, I was shocked at how Baekhyun must have gotten such employees.

“Ah yes we are his high school friends! I’m Kim Jongdae and this is my wife Kim Eunhye and this is our best friend Son Joohyun!” As Jongdae was introducing us the old man watched us with glee and when my name was mentioned he started at me for a bit too long and smirked approvingly.

“Please come in! I’ll show you to your rooms, we only have very selective people living in his personal house as all the others are provided with hotels! So please make yourself at home.” He released an overly dramatic speech, as we all awkwardly looked at each other and nodding as the man went on.

We followed the man upstairs as I admired the house, absolutely gorgeous, the architecture was amazing and the designing elements were such Baekhyun like. The neutral tones and its cozy ness resembled Baekhyun’s touch.

The man had made sure to give Eunhye and Jongdae a room together, their room was stunning which made me anticipate the room I’d be staying in. The man and I walked a bit further than the couples room and stood in front of an auburn coloured door, the man grinned and opened the door, “This will be your room, please enjoy your time here, if you need anything you can call me by the telephone,” he stopped the point at the phone next to the bed, “OR you can call the young master, his room is at right from your room.” The man smiled and left, leaving me alone here.

I rolled in my suitcase and eyed the room, the room had high glass ceilings with the perfect amount of sunlight coming in. The walls had a cement texture and the room had elements of royal blue, burgundy emerald, and whites. I sat down on the bed and caressed the soft blanket.

“Why did I even decide to come here, I’m only going to cause trouble to me and everyone else, maybe I shouldn’t have come-“ the door burst open with Eunhye standing with her arms crossed.

“You are NOT going to cause trouble to anyone Joohyun! You are here to enjoy your time! Not sulk over whatever has already happened! It’s your time to shine!” She have a dramatic speech, I slowly nodded

“Now come on! we’re going down for dinner, Sehun guys are here too, Baekhyun and his fiancé will be coming too, hurry and come!” Eunhye rushed me and dragged me out of my room, as we stepped down the stairs everyone looked at us with glee

“Oh my god! Joohyun you look the same!” Chanyeol yells and throws himself onto me in a hug, I chuckled loudly as I hugged everyone in the room and reminisced the old times.

“I think the last time we all got together was Jongdae’s wedding huh? Damn it’s been long!” Suho wiped a fake tear, suddenly the old man walked in silencing all of us as we payed him the attention.

“Please have a seat, Young master and his fiancé will be a bit late, sudden change in notice! These love birds.” He said as everyone side eyed me, I lowered my head but then remembered I’m not with him, he’s not with me. It’s been a long time, I’m here to enjoy

I smiled and sat down at the table ushering everyone else to do the same, Sehun was on my right and Chanyeol was on my left. The servants had started to bring in the food, which hyped everyone up.

Around 10 minutes into the dinning and remembering the fun times, we all were silenced as we heard the front door creak open. Our focus now shifted towards the hallway, my heart was going crazy as we heard footsteps getting louder and towards us.

I gulped which Sehun notices and out a hand over my lap, I looked at him and he looked back with assurance. I smiled lightly before looking at the food and picking up my fork to jab that peice of apple, but even before I could do so, he arrived.

“Hey guys.” His voice melted me, it echoed throughout the room. Everyone got up to greet him and his fiancé, I also got up, but I couldn’t see him through Sehun’s wide shoulders so I kept my eyes down.

“Eyyy Sehun-Ah! Wheres that girl you were saying?” Baekhyun teased him as sehun gave his high pitched chuckle and playfully slapped his back.

“Hey—“

I looked up to see those same old soft eyes as before, his hair now black and slicked back, perfectly dressed in a tip top black tux, still hovering over me and still the mosey handsome man I’ve ever seen. I could see the shift in his eyes, and mine probably mirrored his.

“Hey, long time no see.” I made out words and spoke to him, he looked extremely shocked. His lovely fiancé had suddenly joined his side and cling her arm around his.

“You must be Joohyun? Ahh just like he described you! Nice to finally meet you after all these years of me imagining your characteristics! Anyway I’m Kim Yuna, Baeks fiancé.” She held her hand out, at this point all eyes were on me, my eyes were at Baekhyun’s. He talked about me these past years? To her? His fiancé??

I smiled bitterly and shook her hand, they went on to greet everyone as I sat down and ate, Sehun suddenly leaned in and whispered, “You know he’s not married yet.” I looked at him and he was smirking, I slapped his arm playfully as he backed away laughing.

Baekhyun’s eyes were on the both of us, I looked at him with a blank stare and back at the food in front of me.

The rest of the night was us all remembering the past years of us together, Eunhye telling that she’s pregnant to the rest of them and them freaking out about how fast Jongdae is, Yuna trying to fit in with us, and Baekhyun’s continuous stares.

***

It was now time to sleep the rest of the guys were gone to Baekhyun’s other penthouse just around the corner while me Eunhye, Jongdae, Yuna and Baekhyun were the only ones left.

​

Baekhyun and Jongdae were talking which left us three ladies also talking, mostly Eunhye and her talking I just joined in occasionally.

“That’s right— Ah Joohyun! Tell me about yourself, since you’re the only female friend of Baelhyun aside Eunhye! Tell me how he was like?” Yuna clasped her hands together as my eyes slightly widened, and from the corner of my I could see Baekhyun eyeing me.

“I—uh he was a very nice guy, funny and playful. . yea, I’m sorry I didn’t know him very well, you should ask Eunhye more about him! I’ll be going to bed, my jetlags kicking in.” I awkwardly spoke and got up saying goodnight to everyone and walked upstairs, when I looked back down Baekhyun’s eyes were on me.

I looked back and walked to my room shutting the door and locking it. I paced over to my bed and plopped onto it, leaving back I held me head, “Fuck, he still talked about me, to his fiancé! He still looks a me like that!” I ruffled my hair and shook my legs in the air.

I hope tomorrow doesn’t bring anything bad for me.

[ohsehun-baby]

Sehun 191017 GMP #Suho #EXO @dailyexo

[itstheghostofmypast]

Baekhyun: *sighs* Chanyeol, am I short?

Pcy: Nah, you're just vertically challenged.

Baekhyun: ExcUsE ME!? MY D*CK IS VERY MUCH NORMAL AND UPRIGHT! IT AINT LIKE SOME GOOFY NOODLE, YOU SACK OF ROTTEN POTATOES! MY D*CK IS AS FIRM, BIG AND HARD AS A BIG-ASS OAK TREE!

Chen: ....wow

Pcy: Vertically challenged means you are short.

Baekhyun: okay...BUT noT MY D*Ck ThOugh!

[mariestherapeutics]

Deep Dark ft. Sehun: Part 8. WARNING: There are themes in this series (such as depression) that may trigger unpleasant memories or feelings, please read at your own discretion. I’m posting this now so y’all don’t have to sit any longer without scenarios. ;u;

(♫) All that's left of me is what I pretend to be; so together but so broken up inside.

Another week goes by and you and Sehun are so busy with finishing the project that you have no time to address his confession. It turns out that the both of you overlooked something on the rubric, and had to redo the entire design to fix it. You didn't mind the distraction, though it tired you, since it gave you more time to put his confession off.

You were honestly afraid of bringing it up. What if he changed his mind? What if it was only a joke? What if you were dreaming it? It was the anxiety speaking, but you let yourself believe it for the security of your feelings. He kept to his promise of never talking about it, but that only made you feel worse. How long were you going to keep him waiting for an answer? Should you remind him that you're still thinking about it? But if you did, you'd be lying.

You weren't thinking about it. Liking him meant possible growth in the relationship, and friendship was nice, yeah, but anything more meant commitment. You sucked at taking care of yourself, so how could you possibly want to take care of someone else?

Class was in the morning, and you and Sehun met up beforehand to go over the presentation one last time. "I open, we switch off explanations, then you close, right?" You ask him again, just to make sure you got it down.

"Right." He says, looking distracted. It worried you. You learned he always has something big to say when he's distracted. "Hey, are you busy today?" He asks, looking away from the project.

"You know me." You say in a detached tone. "I'm free."

"Do you want to hang out with me and the S.P.U.B members later? We're supposed to play space chess up on the hill for advertisement." He asks, smiling a little.

"Sure." You agree without really thinking about it. One more distraction to keep you procrastinating on thinking.

"Cool." He says, looking elated. "It'll be nice having someone I trust with me." He admits, putting the project away for class. "I don't think I fit in well with the guys. They're so different from me."

"What about the manager?" You ask him, remembering his insisting argument that the manager would be the real deal. "How are they?"

"She's fine. But I don't talk to her a lot. I have nothing to say." He confesses, closing his bag. You two leave your dorm and arrive moments before the first presentation starts. With a slight feeling of comfort, you know talking in front of the class about something you know about will be less terrifying than talking to Sehun about your feelings, something you know nothing about.

Obviously, you like Sehun as a person (who wouldn't?), but how much of that is blind dependency, and how much of that is true friendship? And is there more to it? There's no way a real friend would look at him, wishing he'd sit a little closer. There's no way a real friend would look at him, wishing he'd dare to brush hands. There's no way a real friend would even think these things, wishing he'd say those sweet things one more time.

And you noticed his change in attitude. You just never put two and two together. You told yourself he seemed more recluse because he was getting tired of working in astronomy. You told yourself he was being overwhelmed with S.P.U.B. You told yourself it had nothing to do with the fact that you ignore his every attempt to flirt with you, which were occurring less and less with his dropping mood.

You pretended it wasn't your fault, yet you knew it was. You were making him feel worse. You made him wait so long, he was probably feeling hopeless. He asked you to think about it, and all you've done is ignore it. Isn't this the same as telling him "no"?

You think of all this during your presentation, your mind not really there so you actually do pretty well. It's the weird thing about you, if you don't pay attention to what you're saying, you can act without worry and be fine. At the end of it, you decide that you'll give him your answer today. You'll figure it all out while you're hanging out with the S.P.U.B members, and tell him afterwards.

It's a plan, you think to yourself in relief, finally proud that you've done something on your own. Hopefully, things will go well, and Sehun and you can return to normal. His feelings will pass, and so will yours.

You had expected Sehun's attitude to go back up once the chess game started, but you were oh so wrong. He was quieter, and because you knew him so well, you knew it wasn't because he was concentrating, though you were sure that's what the three stooges thought it was. They were chatting along like normal, laughing obnoxiously every now and then before making another move. You could tell that Sehun was feeling strange again, because he was tapping his foot on the grass and the chess board with his finger.

"Mind explaining how chess works to me so I'm not completely clueless?" You ask him quietly, hoping to distract him. He blinks up at you in surprise, as if he forgot you were there entirely, before nodding and telling you what each of the pieces mean and their goal. He's able to explain it all before the stooge makes his next move because he's talking so much. "Ahh, it's so complicated." You groan, grabbing your head dramatically. Sehun chuckles, but his smile doesn't quite reach his lips.

"You'll figure it out if you watch us play some more," At that statement, the stooges look at you with interest.

"Are you interested in space chess?" Asks Jongdae, who Sehun stares at uncomfortably for some reason you don't know. "Have you reconsidered about S.P.U.B?" He asks more obviously.

"Nah," You reply easily, not really caring for them or their club. "I'm just here to watch."

"Too bad," Baekhyun clicks his tongue, staring at the board. "You're missing out."

"I'll be the judge of that." You laugh. They're so persistent, it was kind of endearing. "You just go back to your game." Another half hour goes, they switch players, and while Sehun is standing on the sidelines with you, you notice his jaw is clenched really hard. You gape at him nervously, since the last time you saw him like this, he looked on the verge of lashing out.

"Crap! I should have seen that coming!" Junmyeon exclaims, throwing his head back in agony. "How could I have missed it?" He mutters defeatedly at the board.

"Hey, boys," You call, and the three stooges look at you. "Sehun's going to walk me to my dorm now, 'cuz I'm getting bored." You announce, and they all make the cutest pouty faces at you.

"Aw, stay a little longer? Maybe you'll like it when it's your turn." Baekhyun tries, but you're already grabbing Sehun's arm and pulling him away.

"Next time!" You yell over your shoulder, pulling your friend down the hill. The walk from your dorm takes five minutes from here, but judging Sehun's panting state, you don't think you have that kind of leisure time to get there, so you bring him down a side path that leads into a different dorm building. He pulls away from you as you enter, and you follow him as he runs into the closest room, the laundry room, before he collapses to the floor ungracefully.

"Sehun!" You yelp, dropping to his side worriedly, but he silently points at the door, so you close and lock it. "What's going on? Are you fine? You're freaking me out!" You utter, helping him into a sitting position and leaning him against the dryer. He was covering his face the entire time, so you didn't know he was crying until he suddenly sobbed.

"I tried!" He says, dropping his hands. "I tried, I tried so much, Starlight." He hiccups, and with wide eyes you wonder what you're supposed to do. He looks like he's having a panic attack, but you know it'd only make it worse if you touched him. Your consternation keeps you from acting, but it might be what Sehun needs, because he finishes, "It's so hard to pretend."

And, with that last sentence, you realize that you're primary conclusion about Sehun was correct. He's that other type of depression that you never believed in.

Until now.

Stuck in your thoughts, you don't notice that he's reaching for you until his fingers take your wrist, and he pulls you to his side before hiding his face in his knees. "Please don't leave." He says, gripping your wrist as lightly as he can manage through his shaking. "I-- I need you here right now."

"I'm right here," You whisper, making him let go so you can lace your fingers together instead. He squeezes your hand tightly, and you realize that this is the first time you've ever seen Sehun so vulnerable, save for the time he confessed. You know he really has no choice, since it happens on its own, but he wants you here with him, to stay until he's through this episode. "I'm not going anywhere." You promise, and you don't know how much you mean it until you say it.

Well, fuck, you think to yourself. It's really not the time to think about it, but it just comes to you, and now you can't stop thinking it. I like Oh Sehun. I like Oh Sehun. I like Oh Sehun...

Fuck.

It takes Sehun an hour before he's completely calmed down. Without the chamomile tea to make him pass out and a movie to distract him, he was all alone with his thoughts and you. Luckily, no one ever came down to use the room, because you don't know what you would have done had that happened.

Sehun's breathing shallowly, but he's no longer hiccuping and sobbing. His hand is limp in your hold, but strong enough to keep it together. He must feel absolutely exhausted, so you pull him against your shoulder for him to lean on.

"I'm sorry you had to see me freak out like that." He mumbles after a bit of silence. "I'm pathetic."

"You're not." You reply quietly, running your thumb over his knuckles. They're so different from yours; big, deep, and a little rough. "You're not pathetic, Sehun." He makes a laughing noise, just barely.

"I can't even pretend that I'm happy in front of people. How am I not?" He asks weakly.

"I don't think it's normal to feel happy all the time." You tell him how you feel, but you're no psychologist. "You should be yourself. Show people how you're really feeling."

"If I did, this is what they'd see." His lamentation is something you can relate to, and, normally you wouldn't care, but because it's Sehun, you do.

"Sehun," You mutter, squeezing his hand lightly. He seems to become fully aware of the action, sitting up and staring at your laced hands. "I don't mean to turn this on me, but I don't know what else to say to you." You admit, not looking at him. "I'm just like you, but I convinced myself not to care at all." You tell him honestly, turning red from laying yourself bare. You've never told anyone this, not even your family (hell, they'd be the last people). Then, with the overwhelming realization that you don't know how to help him or yourself, you begin to cry. "I don't know how to help. I think not caring at all is even worse than trying to." You whimper, hiding your face.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, but then he tugs your hand, until you wipe your face and look at him. "You are helping." He promises, but you have a hard time believing it. "Starlight, you help me more than you think you do." He says, and you finally turn your head to look him in the eye. "Honestly, since we started working together, I've... I've changed." His eyes glisten as he tries not to cry again. "I didn't use to..." He shakes his head, clearing his throat. "I didn't use to feel excited about waking up in the morning. I would take sleeping pills just to nap for as long as I could to avoid having to live my life.

"But, for some reason, you... you saved me." He murmurs. "It's the most cliché thing I've ever said in my entire life, but dammit, Starlight, you're helping me." He says unsteadily, his lip trembling before he bites it. "And I want to be the same comforting medicine to you." He finishes with a shaky sigh.

"...but you already are." You whisper, looking between his eyes. You aren't going to give him your entire life story right now, but you lean forward slightly, briefly glancing down at his mouth. He blinks in surprise, before hesitantly leaning forward, too, until your lips press together softly. For now, a kiss is all either of you need.

"Does this mean you like me back..?" He murmurs afterwards, wiping each of your faces with his hand.

"What else would it mean, you goof?" You laugh airily, blushing. He laughs, too, and suddenly, all of your past insecurities and worries seem insignificant. Why would you ever stress over them when all you care about is his smile?

"Well..." He mutters disappointedly, and you don't understand why until he says, "We still have tonight's homework to do, and as much as I love getting all mushy with feelings, I think we should go to your dorm and work." It's a valid point, but you can't seem to find to the motivation to do it. He sees this in your face somehow, before chuckling. "Or we can watch a movie and be totally lame."

"Lame sounds nice." You agree, grinning. "Besides, how am I supposed to get to know you if we don't spend more quality time together?" He blushes suddenly, and after that you head to your dorm. It's probably 4:15 PM after a movie, and when you're both sitting on your bed with nothing to do, he motions to his laptop and he shows you his favorite song, and you show him yours, and you lay together all day, late into the night, talking mindlessly, learning more about each other than you ever knew you could about a person.

Being with Sehun was therapeutic, in a way. Neither of you had to worry about putting up a front, impressing the other, yet you were both nervous about it at the same time. He made you want to be better for yourself, and you did the same for him.

When it was almost midnight, Sehun was playing a song he wanted you to hear on his laptop, but neither of you were listening to it. You were laying over his stomach, sleepy from the chamomile tea you made earlier that night and exhausted from the spiral of emotions. You felt his hand resting on your back, unmoving and gentle, spreading a calming warmth.

With hopeful thoughts about the days to come, you fall asleep and dream about alien chess pieces, cuddling, and starlight.

(Continued in FINALE... Deep Dark)

[writemedaddy]

Miracles in September

Paring: Suho x reader

Genre: fluff, implied smut

It was a day before the EXO concert and this was the fifth time you have checked your phone but you have yet to receive any updates about winning the concert tickets. Crestfallen, you decided to unwind at Gardens by The Bay. You were always someone who is very in-touch with nature and you thought maybe some flowers would help lift your spirits. The garden was unusually quiet for a Saturday, which was the perfect setting for your favourite ballad “Miracles in December”. You hum along while  slowly strolling along the stoned lined pathway beneath the sky-trees. Absorbed in the music, you did not notice a figure approaching you. You felt your head hit a slab of muscles and a pair of strong arms breaking your fall.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You heard a man exclaim with a deep voice.

You were about to tell him that it’s alright when you caught a whiff of his perfume. Wait, that smells familiar you thought. You remembered that scent from when you were testing the Givenchy perfume when you saw Suho’s photoshoot for High Cut. You look up to see a set of gorgeous black orbs staring into your eyes. Feeling your knees go weak, you grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself, blushing when you came into contact with his skin.

“You okay?” He let out loud a little chuckle showing off his set of pearly whites.

“I-I’m fine” you stuttered, finding your balance again. Noticing that your hands were still on his arms, you quickly retracted them, however the motion send you stumbling yet again as you tried to mutter an apology. With his quick reflexes, the man caught you by your waist. Afraid of falling face first onto the ground, you instinctively hooked your arms around his neck.

You immediately felt your face heat up, NOT from embarrassment, but from standing face to face with EXO’s leader, Suho. Starstruck, you could only stare and lose yourself in his eyes.

Breaking the awkward silence, he started, “I heard you humming along to a familiar tune earlier. Are you perhaps a fan?”

Mouth agape, you could only nod your head in reply.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at the concert?”

That was when you were reminded of your shit ass luck with lucky draws. You shake your head and you swore you saw a look of disappointment flashing across his face.

“Why not?” he lamented.

“I couldn’t afford the tickets and apparently have the worst luck in the universe…I couldn’t win any tickets either” you sighed.

He released his grip on your waist and reached for his phone. “That can be fixed…” he mumbled while texting furiously on his mobile. Within seconds his phone pinged and he shot a smile. Showing you his mobile, you saw his conversation with his manager asking if you could have backstage access for show. “Come see us tomorrow…” he continued.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Not only were you talking to EXO’s leader, you were practically personally invited by him to the concert. Wrapping your arms around him, you exclaimed, “How could I ever thank you?!”

Suho returned the hug. “You don’t have to thank me, just show up tomorrow. That will be the greatest present”.

You untangled your arms from him and smiled shyly to the ground, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“Come with me, I’ll hand you your backstage pass,” he stammered as he knew the impression he was giving would not have him in his favour. However, he couldn’t help himself being nervous around someone of his ideal type.

“Sure, Suho-sshi”, you answered politely.

Taking a leap of faith, Suho reached for your hands and intertwined them. “Just oppa will do“ he sheepishly said under his breath. “I mean, you don’t have to be so formal around me,” he added to ease the sexual tension between the both of you.

Suho and you strolled under the moonlight and slight breeze as he lead you towards the hotel. You both  chatted about anything and everything under the sun as if you guys have known each other your whole lives. Time seems to fly by as you find yourself standing outside of his hotel room. Suho cleared his throat as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

“Are you hungry?” he questioned. “The room service here is great. I had the ramyeon earlier and it was delicious. Would you like to come in and have some?” he whispered softly.

[cursedbysea]

dear neighbor (i might be falling in love with you)

pairing: sehun x you

word count: 654 words

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Sehun stopped to take a sip of water from the bottle in his hand. Turning his head, he immediately recognized the tiny figure of you by the sidewalk. You looked so lost, he noted from far. It was a given because you were new in this area. It was already so idiotic to be out without someone who actually knew the place. Someone like him.

What the fuck, Oh Sehun. He cringed at his own thoughts. He drove his bicycle towards you, stopping and ringing the bell. You looked sideways at him, arching your brows in such a way as if you were disappointed having caught his sight. Sehun didn't know why that hurt. Just a little.

"Where are you going?" He asked, puffing his cheeks with air.

"Home," You shrugged, looking back at the road.

"Me too," he mumbled, softly at first before clearing his throat and saying it again.

You blinked at him without a change in your expression, "So go."

"I bet you're lost," Sehun smiled. He was your annoying neighbour and automatically could figure out your expression quite easily. "You forgot your address, right?"

"No," You replied right away. Sehun scoffed, looking around. It was a nice afternoon, too nice to get lost. But if that's what you wanted who was he to say no.

"Fine then," he chuckled a little under his breath, steering the bicycle to the other direction. He wanted to stop again and ask but that would make him look like he really want to take you home. Which he didn't. You were critical so he didn't want to push it.

"Wait," he stopped right away after pedalling twice. A smirk climbed up his lips. He turned around to find you looking back at him. "You're really going home?" He nodded, like an innocent boy. "No playing around."

"As if," Sehun rolled his eyes. "So you wanna come with me?"

You sighed, puffing you cheeks and giving in. "I'm really sorry, okay?"

"It's fine," he mumbled. Momentarily pausing because he wasn't supposed to accept any of your apologies. You smiled, apologetically before sitting behind him. Sehun arched his brows at the weird speed that his heart started to beat in. "Hold tight," he mumbled. You nodded as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Oh how you trusted him, he thought.

"What were you doing though? Roaming around?" He asked, stopping at the red light on the road.

"I needed to get something," you replied. "It's my friend's birthday tomorrow so I'm making a card."

"That's so lame," he muttered. You smacked his back, making him yelp. "I mean, you could buy her something. She'll throw the card away in two days, trust me." Sehun bit his lips, wondering if he was being too comfortable with you.

"She's not like that," you drawled. "You just drive properly. I don't want to die in a bicycle accident."

"Then hold tight," Sehun looked over his shoulder. "Here," he tugged on the material of his shirt, "hold this." He could feel the reluctancy in you as you held his shirt on both sides for balance. He wasn't used to driving with someone else behind him but for some reason, he just couldn't stop smiling.

Reaching home, you were fast to get off the bicycle. Sehun watched you scurry towards you house. "Thanks," you yelled, disappearing real quick. He couldn't really register the situation but nodded anyway. Parking his bicycle in the backyard, he entered the house. Climbing up the stairs, he suddenly had this urge to ask you what all the haste was about. He didn't specifically need a reason but still, he just...wanted to see you again?

With a huff, he fell face first on his bed. Shifting, he laid on his back, searching for your figure in your room with his upside down view. He rolled his eyes at the pitter patter of his heart. Was it usually that easy to fall for someone or was it just a heart disease?

[exoscenarios3]

When The World Ends Trailer

This is my third try trying to upload this, so I hope you like it. I know it’s a little late for a trailer, since we’re on part 25, about to be 26 in a few days, but oh well.

[exonations]

Byun Baekhyun this day was on a whole other level. He looked so ✨ ETHEREAL ✨

[baekhyuns-abs]

Loveshot

(gif not mine credit to the owner)

Mafia AU, with Sehun.

Did I plan the title? No I didn’t but it fitted  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Hope ya’ll enjoy this, (some of this is linked with Kyungsoo’s chapter but it’s not vital that you have to read it). Love the support for this series thank you, keep it up xo

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Sexual content and death

She had walked up numerous flights of stairs, after parking the getaway car inconspicuously around the corner. She tutted at the sight of dead, bleeding bodies scattered around the stairwells. She made sure to step around the blood and the arms and legs that stuck out beneath their bodies as they had little to no time to prepare to die.

Sehun, albeit the youngest was the most malignant.

She reached the 20th floor, the floor they had figured out from weeks of planning had the best vantage point for their operation. The door was open and lying in the center was surprise, surprise another dead security detail. She knew people didn’t understand, maybe she was mentally ill but he turned her on so much when he killed. It was by far no sexual act and by far not the best but it never failed to steer them both into bed after a good day.

“Could you stop, I don’t know, murdering people for fun?”

Sehun looked over his shoulder from where he was crouched near his latest victim, careful not to step into the pool of expanding blood. He picked up the bullet shell just like he was taught and smirked at her as she came into the room.

“Set up by that window.” He gestured to the open, window directly in front of her.

She ran her tongue over her teeth, crossing her arms over her chest in a teasing manner. “Joonmyeon wouldn’t approve.”

Sehun stood up to his full height and didn’t miss the playfulness in her tone. “There’s a lot he wouldn’t approve of.”

She shook her head at him, crouching down under the smashed open window to set up her tripod. Sehun tucked his body just beside the window, careful not to be seen. He looked down at her, the forever present wicked look in his eyes making her feel some kind of way.

She ignored him as well as the tension in the air while she placed her rifle top of her steady tripod, aiming it down at the building next door. She closed her eye staring down into the binocular, counting the apartment windows till she was at the right one.

“You see anything?” Sehun asked after a minute.

She held her body steady in her crouch and side eyed him as he moved to crouch next to her. She adjusted herself onto her knees as she tried to find her target.

“Give me a chance.”

“We only have 10 minutes.” Sehun pressed.

“Do you doubt me?”

“No. But I’m sure he’ll be wondering why they haven’t heard off the security in this buildi--”

“I have her.”

She narrowed her eyes focusing on the pretty female at the poolside. She blinked and took a breath, her finger tensing on the trigger. Sehun held his breath, watching her carefully as she did that pout with her lips subconsciously as she concentrated. She clocked all of the men at the pool too, the ones that were guards, trying to fit in and blend but she had been trained to spot them through the largest of crowds.

“There’s 6 men.”

“Are we taking them out?” Sehun asked, almost too excited.

“You’re disgusting.” She muttered, her gun following the girl in her bikini till she was almost still.

Sehun ran his tongue across his lips and she didn’t mistake his lingering touch on her lower back as he ran his hand over her hip. She gave him a look out of the corner of her eye and he didn’t move it away.

“Why are you in a dress?” He asked. “When you’re like this you can almost see--”

She pulled the trigger and Sehun shot up from his position, suddenly serious. The sound was deafening - sniper rifles always were the loudest - and their ears rung from the pitch but they loved the sound of a gun shot. She carried on looking through the binocular and saw that as always didn’t miss. The female target was on the ground, her security details scrambling to see the assassin.

She smiled, completely sinister. Sehun peaked over the ledge and the disorder that began to unfold below them was satisfying. The target was motionless on the floor, a blur of blood beginning to map her body.

“Let’s go.”

She pushed her tripod back together, shoving that and her gun in her bag. Sehun instinctively grabbed her hand, pulling them both from the building, skillfully avoiding tripping over the other casualties. They left nothing behind, only the gleaming sniper shell that lay purposefully under that very window - let them know who done it.

As they left the gritty unkempt apartment building Sehun was smiling a malevolent look in his eyes. They sped down the street being sure to look over their shoulders with every step they took. The rundown garage at the end of the road was where she had the car and she lead Sehun to it quickly, keeping tight hold of her lover.

The garage was empty, abandoned and it provided them with seclusion from the road. Reaching the white sedan she let go of hand to jump into drivers side only have the wind knocked out of her as he maneuvered her body from behind, shoving her back into the hood of the car.

Stealing her breath he kissed her. It was aggressive, it was voracious and let him rule her mouth as his fingers tangled in her hair at the back of her hair. His hips held her to the bonnet of the car and her body yearned and flamed as he ground his hardening bulge against her. He only stopped to take a step back to slip his hand between their bodies, his fingers expertly sliding up her dress to find exactly what he wanted - her wet and needy.

Her knees buckled and Sehun pushed her legs open with his feet holding them apart as he began his onslaught on her. He found her clit in an instant, rubbing it unforgivingly with his middle finger. She broke the kiss to let out a wanton moan, her eyes finding his sinful eyes looking down at her with intent. A fire lit in her belly as his fingers slipped inside of her wet hole with an obscene sound that made Sehun cocky.

He kissed her quiet as he curled his unforgiving fingers inside of her and she feared she’d fall if it weren’t for his lithe body keeping her still and under his complete sexual mercy.

“Sehun..!” Her voice was a squeak, a small pathetic whimper as his fingers pumped in and out of her in the way he knew drove her crazy.

Her legs trembled, her mind melted and she would have screamed if it wasn’t for him keeping her silent with his mouth. With all the strength and willpower she could muster with the heat increasing between her thighs she balled his shirt in her fists pushing him away, his lips puckered and wet. Her legs felt like jelly but she willed herself to stand straight as she felt the trickling of her orgasm going down her legs.

“Get in the car.” She panted, her eyes hooded as she smoothed her hand down his crotch as an incentive.

They got into the back of the car, their hearts in their throats and in a blink there was no space between them.

In a frenzy of heat and desire she was straddling his thighs. The small cardi she was wearing being peeled off her arms as Sehun hands clawed down her back to palm at her ass. His mouth was hot on her neck as the taste of him on her tongue lingered; dangerously sweet. She needed to feel his skin on hers, the warmth and friction. She peeled off his plain black shirt, her fingers then running down his chest as he tugged her dress unceremoniously up her body.

His tongue licked down to her cleavage and with skillful fingers her bra was loosened, revealing to him her nipples. As he closed one in his mouth, his tongue working it hard and making her body ache with desire she pulled his hair, yanking his head back. The gasp that flew from his mouth, the way his eyes shined and narrowed as he looked at her was sinful.

With her free hand she pulled the zipper down on his jeans, a hard needy bulge coming at full attention. Silently and keeping his eyes on her face she pulled out his weeping cock, loving the way his mouth dropped open and his hands fidgeted around her hips.

When she sank down on him, he filled her up, never ceasing to feel utterly amazing every time. Her eyes felt heavy with every rock of her hips. She scrunched her face up in pleasure as it hit her body in every possible way. Sehun’s hold on her was tight, rough as he guided her on his cock. The soft whines that flew from his lips were exquisite.

She knotted both of her fists in his hair, knowing it stung but knowing he liked it as she rode him into oblivion.

His eyes clenched and his fingers dug into the skin at her lower back. “I’m close, please don’t stop.”

She smirked down at him, her eyes open and glassy as she looked at his red face. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. Using his hair she pulled his head back reveling in the sight of his neck as it bulged, fuck she closed her mouth over the column of his throat, sucking on it till he was red and until his body quaked beneath hers and his cum dripped down her thighs.

Without another second she let him go and with a lewd noise between her legs she climbed over to the driver's seat. She pulled her dress back over her head, shimmying it down her body all the while Sehun regained his breath and knowledge of where he was, his chest heaving and his hand running through his now messy hair.

Car sex had been their go to for years, it was actually how they began. The thrill of the kill always messed with their heads. They never talked about it but they knew it was a mutual understanding that they were good together.

“I’ll call Yifan.” He said with a gruff voice as she started the car.

She nodded and turned on the radio, unabashedly smiling as Sehun cleaned himself off with a box of - conveniently placed - tissues and did up his jeans.

“We did it, we’re on our way back now…..… No one is following.”

The call was short, blunt and sweet and neither party minded as Sehun hung up, tossing the phone on the dash. He then turned his attention onto her, her face as she drove, the soft light of the early evening complimenting her features in the best way. Even with her dress wayward and her cheeks red she was still a sight to behold.

Compulsively he ran a finger down her cheek, gaining him some attention. She smiled softly at him and carried on.

~~~

“We might have to up the protection on the brat in the bar.” She announced upon walking into their own VIP room in Yifan’s club.

“She’s not a brat.” Kyungsoo muttered from his corner of the pool table. “And why, what have you done?”

He looked between the two of them in the doorway and she blinked. “Did Yifan not tell anyone else?”

Jongdae stepped out from a booth, a beer in his hand looking intrigued and a little frightful. When it came to the missions the Bonnie and Clyde act got up to, he tended to stay out of the way but with the mention of a certain leader’s sister he had a duty to know

“What did you do?” Jondae asked.

“We did what we were told to do.” Her voice was hostile, even a little bit confused because why was the mission a secret?

Jongdae opened his mouth to reply, his expression just as bewildered but it closed upon the sight of new company. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees, the air turned tense and even the music from outside seemed to just become a blurr. Anxious she reached for Sehun’s hand, turning her head to face her furious looking leader as he eyed their shoulder bags.

He stared at the duo in front of him, his eyes on fire. “Would you two care to explain where you have been?”

Sehun squeezed her hand. “On a mission.”

Joonmyeon shook his head, his lips pursed and his expression thunderous. “You couldn’t have been, I didn’t give out a mission for either of you.”

“Well I did.”

If the room could have gotten any colder, she would have frozen to death. Yifan stood at the bar, pouring himself - obnoxiously nonchalant - a bourbon. Joonmyeon’s eyes zoned in on him, his face stoney.

“What did you do?”

“What had to be done.” Yifan took a sip, his throat burning but settling as he stared back at his compadre. “You didn’t have the conviction to give out the order so I did.”

“Order for what?” His voice had pitched, his eyes had widened, he feared the worst, especially at the knowledge that his snipers had been set loose.

“He has been choking us, waiting out there for us to slip up so he can take us down so I did what had to be done…” Yifan’s voice was level, his expression chillingly still and collected. “He tried to kill your sister, we respond in kind.”

Kyungsoo finally turned to the taller man, his naturally wide eyes widening a fraction before he ran out of the room; presumably to get back to his duty.

Yifan looked back up at Joonmyeon who looked like he was ready to strike. “But unlike them we see our work through… Don’t we?”

She swallowed hard, feeling like a mouse beneath a cat’s paw. She wanted to be proud of her work, the bullet in the back of that girl’s head was clean, unmistakable and took little to no skill because the sweet little rich girl didn’t know how to take care of herself and she was proud, always was of her kills. But it became harder by the second to stick to her twisted thirst for death the longer Joonmyeon stared down at her.

Her voice was shaky, her heart in her throat. She tucked herself into Sehun’s body, her own feeling vulnerable.

“I never miss.”

[pleasurextreasure]

❜exo reacts to you constantly dying your hair

Minseok:

“I think this color is the one. I know I said that last time but I mean it this time, I swear!”

Suho:

Turns into a mushy fanboy as soon as he sees you. Won’t stop complimenting you until the next color change. Repeats the process again.

Yixing:

Oddly enough, he enjoys the scent of freshly dyed hair and will try to sneakily smell it during cuddles. Always gets caught.

Baekhyun:

“For a second there, I almost didn’t recognize you. But then I remembered purple is your favorite color and put 2 and 2 together.”

Chen:

“That’s color number eight. How many colors are left now?”

Chanyeol:

“Looks like we’ll be going bald together.”

Kyungsoo:

Always surprised when you change colors because you NEVER TELL HIM. How is this man supposed to know you’re just trying to hug him from behind and not mug him.

Kai:

“Why won’t you dye it the color I want for once?”

“Because you want me to look like Dream’s Jisung during the ‘We Young’ era. I’m not cosplaying as a blueberry.”

Sehun:

Always hyped when you say you’re changing your hair color once again. He loves how you can look good in any tone.

[kyungsxoxo-blog]

Sehun’s GF: Does this dress make me look fat?

Sehun: No.

GF: :)

Sehun: It’s not the dress. It’s the fat.

[hey-mrsunshine]

A Disaster Gift | Sehun x Reader

“Why is my kitchen a mess?”

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1162

Sehun knows that he is not the most perfect man that the magazines always describe him like, but at least, he really wants to make today perfect for the precious baby girl that he has. Today is his girlfriend’s birthday and he wants to give her a small present. He has always wanted to bake a cake for his girlfriend since he is a kid and now is the time. He asked Kyungsoo for the easiest and fastest cake to be made and he gave one.

Sehun stands in front of your empty apartment with groceries while you are in your office, working your ass off to pay the apartment rent. He takes a deep breath and finally enters the apartment. He puts down all of the groceries and breathes out heavily. He is very nervous indeed. 

It is the first time he is going to do an event for you, after years of dating. He is not the most romantic person and he is not a nice boyfriend too as he is a very busy person, however today he has free time and he wants to make today special. It is once in a lifetime to have his schedule empty on a special day.

He takes out the recipe paper and pastes it on the wall. He reads it again and starts to take out the ingredients, checking whether he has missed something or not. Fortunately, he does not miss anything and can safely advance to next step.

It is written there to preheat oven. Sehun looks around the kitchen and goes into panic mode immediately. In this small apartment...there is of course no oven! How can he just think about it now? Sehun palms himself and right away reaches for his phone, dialing Kyungsoo’s number.

“The number you are calling is not answering, please-”

Sehun right away feels his head dizzy. He needs to think fast, something that can be used to bake cake...what it is? He looks around again and find a microwave. He bites his lower lip,. Microwave can be used to heat food, it can heat cake too right? He is not sure but let’s pray that it will work.

Sehun decides to go to the next step which is mixing all the ingredients together.

“It must be easy, right?” Sehun mutters to himself as he takes medium sized bowl out from the shelf. He pours cream in it, together with sugar and butter.

Here is another obstacle - beating eggs. He holds his hands together, praying so he can beat the egg safely, without getting the shell into the bowl or beating the egg to hard until the egg dirtied the kitchen. 

He beats the egg weakly at first, making it not crack even a bit. The second time, he puts too much power and the egg really falls onto the floor right away. Sehun hisses and seeks for tissue or napkin - he finds none. He surely can find one in the bathroom, but he decides to clean it later. 

He beats another egg and finally, he manages to crack it just enough. However, when he wants to pour the egg into the bowl, some shells falls too and Sehun can only curse under his breath. Carefully, he takes out the shells with his fingers.

Cooking is really hard, indeed.

When he is done with the eggs, finally he can stir in the vanilla. He combines flour and baking powder - which flies everywhere and makes Sehun coughs - then he adds them to the creamed mixture. He then mix it, stirring with spoon.

After a while, he cracks his knuckles, feeling so stiff. He is not sure until when he needs to stir the mixture and decides to finally add milk. He mixes the batter again until it is smooth enough for Sehun.

Really, after all of his struggle, he can finally pour the batter into the prepared pan. Even when he does that, the batter spills and Sehun lick the one that falls on his fingers in reflect. Boy, he regrets it right away.

He sighs and wipes the sweat on his forehead after he puts the batter inside the microwave. All he needs to do is wait, right? While waiting, Sehun decides to lie on your bed. He thinks that it won’t hurt to close his eyes for seconds. Not long after that, he starts to drift off to dreamland.

You walk home as soon as you finish working. The boss let you go home first as it is your birthday. You almost have a heart attack once you enter your apartment. It is a mess everywhere. Plastic bags everywhere and your kitchen is like a shipwreck. You thought that you are being robbed but oh well...you know ver well the pair of shoes those are resting behind the door.

You really want to be angry at him. He literally ruins your whole apartment, especially the kitchen. However, you immediately sigh in defeat as you find Sehun is sleeping peacefully on your bed. Two buttons of his shirt is left unbuttoned and flour stain is on his face. You really want to shout at him, but you decide to give his arm a hard slap, making the male yelps in pain as he jolts up from his sleep.

“O-oh...” his eyes immediately shot wide opens when he notices you, “Y-you’ve come home...” he smiles sheepishly.

You glare at him, “What were you doing? Why is my kitchen a mess?”

Sehun bites his lower lip as he rub the nape of his neck, “I-I- wait!”

He runs toward the kitchen and takes out the pan from the microwave. He is going to present you the cake that he makes with all of difficulties, but his shoulder is immediately slumped down as he notices he completely fails.

“Ah forget this,” Sehun mutters as he puts away the cake, “H-happy birthday I guess?” he says with an awkward grin.

Oh my god, he is really scared at you. You are literally burning holes on him with your eyes and he knows very well why you are mad at him.

“God Sehun...” you sigh as you walk toward him, “I won’t let you go into the kitchen again.”

“I’m sorry babe,” he pouts. He looks like a kicked dog and you can imagine him whimpers. And how can you get mad at him? Your boyfriend who tried his best to give you a present (even though he completely fails at it)?

You hug his waist. “I know that you want to give your best...but I’m seriously angry that you turn my room into shipwreck.”

“I’m really sorry...I’m going to clean it all,” Sehun says as he hugs you back, “Happy birthday, babe...” he continues as he pecks the top of your head.

You sigh as you hug him tighter, “What all matters is the heart, right?” and that words manage to comfort him.

Ahh...but seriously...Oh Sehun...