#hello Junmyeon is fucking beautiful

[multi--kpop--fanfics]

Silk (M)

idol boyfriend!Suho x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

contains: daddy kink, bondage (just silk ties lol), dom!Suho, sub!reader, dirty talk, praise (Suho calls you his good little babygirl), explicit, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!!), Suho is a daddy, but also a softie post sex lol

Word count: ~1.7k

Author's note: This is my first ever smut, pls don't come for me ;-;. Also, Suho is my bias and he's the reason I have a daddy kink in the first place hehe

Taglist: @thatonemultistan @bluejaem @cyclothimikhh @jeongjeffrey @jinsoulscrunchyscalp @neoculturedtrash @the-rooftop-fight

You were in trouble. Deep trouble.

When you told your oh so sweet boyfriend Junmyeon a few days ago that you wanted to spice up your sex life, he started laughing awkwardly, not knowing what to say. That made you think, Oh no, I should've NOT said that, believing that you brought him in a very uncomfortable position. Well, that's what you thought at least.

It was a regular Friday night, you had just returned from your shift and in a quite good mood, since you had the whole weekend off ahead of you.

"Baby, I'm home!", you called out while taking off your shoes and coat. No answer came back. Maybe he's still at the company, you thought to yourself, as you made your way to the bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes.

Dating an idol was tough, especially someone like Junmyeon, also known as Suho, the leader of EXO, one of the most famous Kpop groups worldwide. So you knew beforehand the difficulties you would face in time. Of course, there were a lot of days where he would return really late from schedules or practice, exhausted and sweaty (not that you really minded the last part). So, you expected that tonight would be one of those days.

What you did not expect though, is to see Junmyeon, waiting for you in your bedroom, half naked and with a pair of red silk ties on top of your drawer. You let out a small scream at the sight, initially out of shock, but that shock started morphing into curiosity with a hint of lust.

"Hey babygirl~" he says to you in a deep, sultry voice. "Well hello to you too, Jun", you answer while taking the sight into your eyes as much as possible.

"Like what you see?" he says in a sing-song voice while approaching you with slow and steady steps.

"I um- Y-yeah, I do, I just...did not see that coming" you stuttered, eliciting a dark chuckle from him. "Oh, but I thought you wanted our sex life to gain some… spice?" "True, I did say that. I just didn't expect you to be so...responsive to the idea, because you seemed a bit uncomfortable during our conversation on that matter." The last sentence made him laugh out loud and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. "Sweetheart, I've been meaning to tell you the exact same thing, but you beat me to it. Besides, I didn't mention anything the next days, 'cause that would have ruined tonight's surprise", pointing to the silk ties. You stepped towards the drawer and took the ties in your hands, feeling the soft material under your fingertips. The image of the ties around your wrists, you laid out on the pristine sheets and Junmyeon on top of you was enough to make some of your wetness to soil your lace panties.

Your train of sinful thoughts was cut by Junmyeon's strong arms wrapping around your waist and his soft lips trailing wet kisses on the side of your neck, making you whimper. Then, he leans into your ear whispering: "Why don't we put your thoughts into action, babygirl?" nipping your earlobe lustfully, as if he was reading your mind.

These words were all you needed to snap out of your trance, turn around and start kissing Junmyeon like a starved woman. Your hands were roaming around his sculpted abs and muscular arms, while he was taking off your clothes one by one. You both fell on the bed with a thud, Junmyeon being on top of you and peppering wet kisses on your neck and your chest. His skillful mouth was making you moan out loud, a devilish smirk adorning his -ironically- angelic face. "I think it's time we took these off", he whispers, tugging at the straps of your lacy bra, which he undid faster than your brain could register. Your breasts hit the cold air, making your nipples erect and Junmyeon groan in pleasure.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, babygirl" and he bended down, closing his lips around your bud and cupping the other breast with his hand. His ministrations were sending waves of hot pleasure straight down your core, making you wetter and ruining your panties. You tried to sneak your hand down in order to get some relief but to your dismay, Junmyeon noticed your actions and clicked his tongue in faux annoyance. "Oh no sweetheart, you will only cum as I see fit". He trapped your hands above your head while he reached for the silk ties. "You've been a bad girl, trying to pleasure yourself right in front of me… Hmm, maybe I should let you tied up like this as a punishment" he finishes securing the ties and traces your body from your face down to the hem of your panties with his fingertips. You start whining, as the wetness between your thighs is starting to feel uncomfortable. "Jun, please, do something!" "Ah ah, where are your manners, babygirl?" He really is in that mood, huh? you thought. "Please Daddy, I need you…". He laughed darkly, thus earning a small victory. "See? I knew you could behave like the good little girl you are. I guess you deserve a reward". He finally pulls down your already ruined panties and he spreads your thighs wide enough to see your pussy glistening with your juices. "Fuck babygirl, you're soaking wet", he moans in satisfaction. He wastes no time and dives right into your needy core.

If you were wet before, now you were flooding.

Junmyeon has always been amazing in oral, but tonight he was eating you out as if his life depended on it. His skillful tongue was lapping at your clit and massaging your lips back and forth. You lost every last of your composure and your moans echoed in the bedroom. "Oh my God Daddy! Don't stop!" you shouted and tugged at your restraints, the silk forgiving on your skin. He looked up to you through his dark, half-lidded eyes with a mix of primal want and pure adoration and went back on making out with your cunt.

As you felt the familiar knot form in the pit of your stomach, you felt your thighs tensing and closing involuntarily, but Junmyeon's arms stopped you from doing so. "D-daddy, I'm so-so close, please let me cum…" and then he pulled away from you, his mouth and chin covered in your juices. You almost screamed in frustration, your orgasm being ripped away from you in the last moment. "I told you baby, you will cum only as I see fit. And I want you to cum on my cock". He unzipped his pants and took off his boxers in one go, his self-control growing thin. His erection sprang free and hit his stomach, flushed red and dripping pre-cum. The sight of his toned body, his pale silky skin flushed by carnal desire and his impressive length painfully hard made your mouth water and your inner walls clench.

Pushing his dark locks out of his face, he took a hold of his cock, pumping it a few times, before entering you with a slow, but deep thrust. You moaned in unison, the feeling being almost unbearable but also not enough. "Daddy move, please, I want, need you to fuck me" you said with an airy moan. Junmyeon nearly growled at your words, "Be careful of what you wish for, babygirl" and pulled out of you, only leaving the tip inside you. "I'm not going to be gentle with you tonight", he says the last word by bottoming out with a powerful thrust.

He started fucking you in a relentless pace, almost inhuman, and the string of curses and moans falling from your lips were proving it. His thick, rigid cock sliding in and out of your cunt was sending you into overdrive, clouding your senses in white hot pleasure and ridding you incapable of rational thinking. Junmyeon was in a similar trance, supporting himself on his strong arms beside your head, pistoning his hips into yours and moaning loud. "Shit, Y/N, you feel so fucking good, I can't get enough of you" he said between his moans, sweat starting to form on his forehead. He closed the distance between you and him, kissing you passionately and collecting all of your sounds from your mouth. Your hands started going limp from the silk ties, but you didn't care, you only wanted to reach your breaking point that was denied earlier. Speaking of the devil, the same knot formed in your stomach, faster and stronger than before, but now it affected Junmyeon as well, as you started to clench around him like a vice. His powerful thrusts started faltering, as he was close to his own orgasm too. "Fuck, I'm so close babygirl", "I'm close too, Daddy, please cum with me" you responded with a loud moan. "I'm gonna cum so hard, Daddy is going to fill your pussy with cum… Do you want that, babygirl?" "Oh my god, please yes! Fill me up Daddy!" you screamed as your high came crashing down on you. Junmyeon stilled his body, as his warm seed filled you to the brim and he nearly collapsed on top of you.

You were both tired, your breaths coming out labored. You felt the mixed juices dripping out of you and down on the sheets and groaned in slight discomfort. "Junmyeon, can you help me?" "Right, sorry", Junmyeon said with a sheepish smile as he undid the silk ties and ran to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel to clean you up. Within seconds, your sweet boyfriend broke out of his sexual trance, as he was cleaning you up with careful motions, since you were still sensitive from your intense orgasm.

"Y/N, are you okay? Was I too rough?" he asks, his voice hinged with worry. You giggled, "No, you were perfect, Myeon". As you both laid back on the mattress, Junmyeon held you close in his arms and you swiped some of the strands falling in front of his eyes as he smiled at you, adoration and love filling his gaze. "We should do this more often, Jun" you say with a mischievous smile and you both start giggling. As he moves to hold you even closer to his post-sex glowing skin, he says:

"Wanna know something, Y/N?"

"What is it baby?"

He comes closer to your face and leans in your ear, whispering:

"Silk looks sinful on you".

[kjmsupremacist]

exo! nct! got7!

EXO

favorite member / bias line: junmyeon obviously; also a yixing and jongin enjoyer

which member I’d fight (& why): baekhyun, he's so fucking annoying (affectionate)

favorite song(s): oh my god like their whole discography?? monster, lotto, all of obsession album... lots of their older stuff too!!

favorite thing about the group: love is stored in the exo man they really do love each other a lot... they're so fucking funny and sweet <3

something i’d like to see from them: i mean they really have done it all... i think it would be hilarious if sm made them do a bubblegum concept but that would probably result in all of them terminating their contracts immediately

NCT

favorite member / bias line: taeyong, dejun, jaemin; deep love for johnny, yuta, kun, ten, sicheng, mark, jeno, donghyuck

which member I’d fight (& why): yuta's catching these hands for being too beautiful and johnny's getting it for being too embarrassing

favorite song(s): kick it, superhuman, sticker (yeah whole chest); moonwalk, turn back time, all for love; boom, drippin', hello future.... and many, many more

favorite thing about the group: there's just so many of them its so fucking funny to watch ppls faces when i say i stan nct bc they're like oh so you're insane huh. and they're right.

something i’d like to see from them: solo albums!! specifically from taeil, mark, taeyong, kun, and ten.

Got7

favorite member / bias line: jinyoung; mark and jaebeom also have a big part of my heart tho

which member I’d fight (& why): jackson (no explanation necessary); bambam just cuz I think it'd be funny

favorite song(s): if you do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! on repeat to this day.... you calling my name, lullaby, a, focus on me....

favorite thing about the group: they're so fucking funny i have never laughed harder at any other idol group except maybe svt ... every day i think about them having a pillow fight on a hotel bed and someone going "hey mark!" and mark turning around, pillow raised to attack, and saying "YAS BITCH?".... or when youngjae was trying his best to pronounce dandelion... DANDY-LONIE...... i love them.

something i’d like to see from them: a fucking group comeback 🥲🤡

send me a kpop group!

[saebyeog-i]

a formal occasion | pcy (m)

“He could probably hear your muttering but not any specific words, so you waved your hands subtly in an attempt to reassure him that everything was fine, nothing unusual was happening, and your boyfriend definitely wasn’t talking about sex while seated in the third row pew of a church.”

genre | established relationship idolverse au, romance-ish?, softer than I intended this to be, half fluff/half smut, my attempt at humor, a mostly unedited one shot

warnings | uhhh inappropriate whispering during church, mentions of drinking and celebratory tequila shots, under the dinner table fingering does that count as exhibitionism, dirty talk on the dance floor, semi-public sex, I’m a slut for PCY in a suit (a soft, overly romantic and emotional slut, but a slut nonetheless).

word count | this is 6.66k because i’m going to hell

pairing | PCY x f!reader

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“I wonder if they fucked in the last week,” he whispers in your ear, leaning over from his place next to you in the pew.

Your eyes bugged out, pupils the size of saucers as your brain caught up and processed. Did you hear him right? Did he actually just ask that? “Oh my god,” you muttered, not wanting to cause a scene or feed into his poorly timed query.

“The dress is really pretty, she looks good, though the white’s not really accurate given… you know,” he gestured his hands vaguely in front of him, low enough that only you could see. “Now that I think about it, I can’t even count the number of times he bailed on plans with me or the guys to go hang out with her in the last six months. But I guess now we know it wasn’t just hanging out as much as it was—”

“Chanyeol!” You hiss, eyes darting around to see if anyone heard him.

“What?” He jeers back in a hushed tone, “It’s not like it’s a secret— ow!”

Were this a conversation the two of you were having in private (namely, in your own apartment or bed), then maybe your reaction would be different other than you reaching under his suit coat and pinching the flesh of his oblique muscles harshly between your thumb and forefinger. But it wasn’t in private— you were in public, in a church no less, at Jongdae’s wedding.

“Shut. Up. Now,” you muttered lowly through gritted teeth. They were only on the first reading, so there was roughly another half hour before the ceremony would end, depending on how long each subsequent reading and the vows would take. Even if his mind was wandering somewhere slightly inappropriate, you were grateful that despite being a groomsman you were able to be seated next to your boyfriend for the duration of the ceremony. Chanyeol knew you well enough by now to know that you really didn’t like just being an accessory if you accompanied him somewhere specifically as his date. Maybe it was selfish, but truthfully it was more because you barely got to spend time with him as it was with his busy schedule, but you preferred when he could stay by your side like this.

You knew most of the boys’ partners, and you all got along well. Hell, it was even you and Jongae’s soon to be wife who had the idea for all of you to get together when the boys were on tour last and have a good ol’ fashioned ‘girls night’, whatever that meant. (Wine. It meant entirely too much wine and an hour of promising you were going to take turns cooking different snacking foods only to end up ordering delivery. Though instead of sappy romantic comedies, the lot of you watched some zombie apocalypse movies and a few comedy specials. All in all, a good night.)

Even though you’d been together for almost two years, you still felt slightly anxious any time you accompanied him to an event, public or private. Publicly, you were just among the throngs of ‘Guests of EXO’, usually not getting to spend any time close to him. Privately, however, you were able to be glued to his side— not that Chanyeol would have it any other way. You were more on the introverted side of the spectrum, and sometimes having such an extrovert for a boyfriend was downright exhausting. But he’d been so excited to bring you along to the wedding, saying that it was the first big happy life milestone for a member of the group, and he wanted you to be a part of it.

It didn’t take too long for him to convince you, either. Once it became clear how far their management would go to protect the details of the event and keep as much of it as private as possible, you felt more at ease about joining him. You had your fair share of qualms about the label, of which Chanyeol was well aware (let’s just say you didn’t have the tightest lips when you’d been drinking), but so far today was handled better than you’d expected.

“Seriously though—” he whispered, tilting his head towards you again.

“Zip. It. We are in a church,” you shot back, locking eyes with him. On his other side, you could see Junmyeon leaning slightly forward, eyebrows raised and giving you both a questioning look. He could probably hear your muttering but not any specific words, so you waved your hands subtly in an attempt to reassure him that everything was fine, nothing unusual was happening, and your boyfriend definitely wasn’t talking about sex while seated in the third row pew of a church.

Said boyfriend held his hands up defensively, shoulders shrugging as he muttered under his breath “I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking! Everyone knows you can still have sex while you’re earlier on in a pregnancy—”

“Yeol!”

⬷ ❤ ⤐

Miraculously, you made it through the remainder of the ceremony without any mishaps and Chanyeol keeping any additional commentary to himself. The reception was held at a lovely partially outdoor venue with a garden and a large white tent, with plenty of room for dancing socializing. The number of invited guests was more than you’d anticipated, but then again, you guessed that Jongdae was a popular guy. You were seated at the head table with the rest of the bridal party, nursing a vodka soda while you watched the bridesmaids and groomsmen give their speeches.

And then it was time for the first dance of the newlywed couple.

Of course there was live music at this event— why wouldn’t there be? When the groom was a member of the nation’s boy group, it would have been near criminal not to have some nod to his livelihood. Chanyeol had been beaming with pride when he and Baekhyun had been asked to perform for their first dance, insisting that it was always their first choice, and not just because Kyungsoo was only able to get off base the day of the ceremony for leave from his enlistment and wouldn’t be able to rehearse at all. He also definitely didn’t count this as ‘sweet retribution’ for the tiny grudge he definitely didn’t still hold over his sister and the fact that Yoora had asked Kyungsoo to sing at her wedding for her first dance instead of him.

Watching Chanyeol perform on stage with the rest of his members or for his subunit with Sehun was always a treat, but there was something markedly special about watching him perform like this: playing an instrument, this time an acoustic guitar, side by side with Baekhyun on a pair of barstools. They were playing some love song you recognized but didn’t know the words to, and Baekhyun’s voice was doing a beautiful justice to the song. Every now and again, Chanyeol would lean forward into the mic angled in front of him and harmonize. They’d only rehearsed this a handful of times, what with busy schedules and each of them working on preparations for comebacks soon, but it still sounded heavenly to you. You watched appreciatively, even taking a moment to look around at the guests to see a number of cell phones out to film them.

For a while, it was if Chanyeol was in his own world that was just him, Baekhyun, Jongdae, and his now wife. But as the song approached its end, his eyes fluttered open and his gaze drifted to where you sat. You’d seen him through a plethora of different hair styles and colors in the time you’d been together, and while you loved his natural black hair, a different part of you was fond of the bleached blond hair he was currently sporting for filming a comeback music video. You smiled shyly, looking down at your glass for a moment before back up at him, the alcohol and the long day swirling together to make you feel just a little bit warm. He was the self proclaimed romantic of the group, the one who cried the most, and the one who talked about his feelings the most. Despite his stature and his sometimes intimidating persona when on stage, he was no more ferocious than a teddy bear, and you loved him all the more for it.

By the time the song had finished and he and Baekhyun had made their own rounds with the guests who wanted to say hello, compliment their performance, or ask for the occasional photo, you’d gotten just a little bit sleepy. You were chatting with Jongin, asking how his recent tour and promotions were going,  and he was telling stories of their recent show in Paris and how it was very different from the last time he’d been when you felt a pressure on the top of your head.

“Can I help you? You’re going to ruin my hair.” You didn’t need any indication of who was leaning almost their entire bodyweight on top of you. He was getting restless, so of course he was getting clingy.

“Was I good? Tell me I was good. You liked it right? Gosh, I know I’m so talented and so handsome, you’re really lucky to have a boyfriend like me,” he went on and on, fishing for praise and you rolled your eyes, looking to Jongin for some kind of aid. He only laughed, holding up his phone to snap a photo before firing it off into some group chat or another. You made a mental note to file this moment away for reference if there ever came a future time when Jongin would make pleading eyes for you to come to his rescue as he had so kindly failed to do for you just now.

You whined as Chanyeol leaned further forward, going deadweight on top of you at your lack of response. “Yah! Too heavy, you’re gonna crush me!” Of course he started to laugh, and of course he relented finally, pulling out the chair next to you and settling down. He flipped over his phone which he’d left on the table and began scrolling through his unread notifications, left hand reaching over to rest on your knee but his focus staying on his screen, so you turned back to the others to continue polite conversation.

Chanyeol was a very physical person. He was very touchy feely. But he wasn’t exactly big on PDA, unless you were in trustworthy company. It was not unusual for him to keep a hand on your arm, your leg, your waist, even if his attention was focused elsewhere when you were in such company. It was a slightly possessive habit of his, but not one you minded all that much. It was comforting, really, a reminder that he was still right there.

You never really minded it all that much until, that is, you felt that slightly possessive hand snake its way under the skirt of your dress via the slit on your right leg and up your thigh. You were mid sentence answering a question from Yixing about your most recent vacation when you felt Chanyeol’s fingers making their way under the fabric of your underwear and drawing circles on your hip bone. That was all fine and dandy, until a moment later when you felt his hand reach further over towards your core and then the pad of his thumb rub two harsh circles over your clit in quick succession, causing you to inhale sharply at the sensation and choke on whatever unimportant words were coming out of your mouth at that moment. You were definitely more awake now than you were five minutes ago.

“Babe? You okay?” He had the audacity of asking you, feigned concern spread across his face.

You grimaced and nodded, inching your chair forward slightly so your lap was covered by more of the tablecloth. Chanyeol’s fingers retreated to your hip bone. “Mmm. Just uh, a cramp, that’s all,” you turned back to Yixing with a smile and finished your earlier sentence as your phone buzzed on the table in front of you.

Quickly, you pulled it into your lap to read the message.

찬열 20:04 I thought your period was last week?

You really never should have given him shared access to the health app data on your phone where you tracked your cycle. Seriously. But he had asked, insisted even, saying that he wanted to be aware so he couldn’t know when you needed a restock on tampons, or maybe when having some extra dark chocolate lying around the house would be appreciated.

20:06 It was, you’re just a monster and it was the first excuse I could think of.

찬열 20:07 But if you really didn’t like it, you’d tell me to stop, wouldn’t you?

You shot him a dirty look and had half a thought to step on his toes with the heel of your shoe under the table. As if he could read your mind and your intentions, he retaliated preemptively by slipping two fingers back under the fabric of your panties and between your folds. You bit down on the inside of your mouth, hard, unwilling to be caught by any of the people surrounding you.

But he was right. You didn’t really want him to stop. If you were being honest, you’d been just a little bit horny all day— something about everyone dressed up all dapper, specifically Chanyeol in a suit with his hair styled up on the top like it was now. You felt the slightest hesitation in the movements of Chanyeol’s hand, and you knew it was in slight surprise to the amount of moisture he found. Eyes still focused on his phone screen, his fingers found their way inside of you and curled as he gave two drawn out pumps, placing pressure right where you felt it the most.

찬열 20:11 You’re so wet… have you been thinking about this all night? Fuck, you’re dirty

20:12 Shut up shut up shut UP Just fucking do me or don’t or I swear to god, Yeol

찬열 20:13 Oh okay, I’ll stop

“No,” you hissed out, a hand grabbing his wrist and stopping him from removing his fingers from inside of you. If he was going to tease you this much, he was going to finish the damn job. Across the table from you, you saw Minseok raise his eyebrows curiously at you while sipping on his glass of red wine. Like Kyungsoo, he’d also only been able to take leave from his enlistment for a single night, and it would be the only night he’d get for months yet to come, but he’d even said there was no way he was going to miss this.

The conversation around you resumed, and you politely remained as engaged as you could while your boyfriend was knuckle deep inside of you. and nodding when appropriate. You sighed out and relaxed against the back of your chair, inching your hips forward and meeting his fingers on a thrust inward as Chanyeol quietly and lazily fucked you with his hand. He was mostly just teasing you, lightly stoking the flame in the pit of your belly, keeping your desire going but never satisfying it. It was like he was timing his movement, his slender and well trained fingers never paying enough attention to any one part of your center to actually put you over the edge.

You could feel the crown of your head becoming damp with sweat. God, was he really able to work you up this much in public? Did you have a thing for exhibitionism? Did he? You’d never spoken about that as a potential kink together, but maybe based on your body’s reaction to current events it warranted a conversation later—

“Shit,” you coughed out quietly after one particularly hard thrust of his fingers and a rub on your clit almost sent you spiraling. Did Minseok just snicker? No, no way, he was talking to Junmyeon and his date, he wasn’t paying attention to you and Chanyeol. Involuntarily your walls clenched around him and you leaned forward covering your mouth with your napkin, trying to hold in a moan as you tapped out another message.

20:26 Could you PLEASE stop edging me and either make me cum or get your hand out of my pants while the rest of your friends are five feet away?

찬열 20:29 Mmmm you know I was thinking about it But now that you say it like that, no. Maybe if you asked nicely.

20:30 Fuck you I said ‘please’

찬열 20:32 Is that a threat or a promise?

Before you could even muse a comeback let alone type one out, Chanyeol quickens his pace, and one, two, three brushes against your clit and you’re tumbling over the edge. It was by far not the strongest you’d ever orgasmed on Chanyeol’s hand, and honestly you were grateful— it made it possible for you to (you thought) remain calm, demurely raise your water glass to your lips, and take a long drink while your eyes fluttered closed and he worked you through the waves, like a slow undulation washing over your body in warmth.  

Were you not actively in the middle of dozens of people, you would have half expected him to bring his fingers to his mouth and suck the cum off of them. You fantasized briefly about him doing it anyways, pinching the top of your thigh to snap out of the post-orgasm daze and remind yourself of your surroundings. Calmly, he wiped his hands on the napkin in his lap before glancing your way with a smile plastered on his face and planting a tender kiss on your cheek.

“What was that for?” You asked, your voice breathier than you’d intended. Even if it wasn’t that strong, the high mixed with the alcohol had you dizzy, drunk on wine and his affection and you thought again how good he looked in that suit.

“Nothing,” he grinned even wider, “I just love you, that’s all.”

You let out a sharp laugh, flicking your eyebrows up critically as you began thinking of ways to get back at him later.

Junmyeon’s eyebrows furrowed as he called your name and asked, “Have you had enough to eat? You look a little flushed. Too much to drink maybe?” He offered hesitantly, ever the one to be caring and concerned.

Minseok rolled his eyes and snorted. “Sure, that’s all she’s had tonight.”

“What?” The leader asked, not quite catching on.

“Ah Myeonnie, I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Minseok mused, leaning back into his chair with a cheshire grin as he drank from his glass some more.

You were, of course, nothing short of mortified.

⬷ ❤ ⤐

The following hours passed and slowly, guests began drifting away, and the crowd reduced down to only a few dozen attendees as the clock neared midnight. You had finally gotten to see Jongdae and his now-wife and congratulate them on their marriage, and on the beautiful ceremony and how much fun the party was. You’d lost count of the number of drinks you’d had, and Chanyeol had stopped his intake an hour or so ago in order to sober up and drive home, only remembering that somewhere before that Yixing had convinced everyone to do two rounds of tequila shots together. One because they were all together again for the first time in ages as he lamented that only Jongdae could reunite the family, and two when he realized that the bride was unable to join in the celebration. “We all have to drink for her because she can’t!” He’d jeered to the group, immediately waving for one of the bartenders to supply the second round. You’d giggled at his antics, but no one objected as the glasses were refilled and lime wedges passed around again.

The music had switched to a DJ at this point, and after a long stretch of high energy popular dance songs to which you heard the drunken clamor of main vocalists croon humorously off-key to, the last few had been softer, quieter slow songs. You’d finally relented and taken your shoes off, feet aching after the last several hours, and were currently swaying side to side in a lazy slow dance with your arms draped around Chanyeol’s shoulders, face halfway buried in his chest. To avoid the chances of him accidentally stepping on your bare toes, you were balancing with the bridges of your feet over his dress shoes. You’d done this a few times before, always feeling a little shy about it, worrying that you were too heavy. And yet, every time, he’d insist that no, it was fine, with a kiss on your lips or your cheek or the corner of your eye. He rather liked you relying on him like this.

It was so rare that you got to spend an entire day with him like this, surrounded by friends and chosen family. Despite how anxious you’d been earlier about this day, you felt yourself falling more in love with him as you looked into each other’s eyes. Usually a comfortable silence would be appreciated, but there was a glint in his gaze and you were compelled to ask him what he was thinking about.

“Just thinking,” he murmured into your ear, “Of when it might be our turn.”

The way your hands suddenly tightened around his was something you couldn’t help. “Cut it out, seriously Yeol. Stop teasing me, I thought you’d have had your fill with earlier,” You had to look away, pressing your forehead into his chest shyly as you thought of how you’d quietly excused yourself to go to the restroom and clean yourself up from his ‘handiwork’ under the table.

“You know I can never have enough of you,” he murmured in earnest. “I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you, you know.” Your ears burned at the whispers. “Really though— pregnant with my child or not, if someone told me I had to go a whole week without feeling your sweet cunt, I don’t think I could do it.”

You clenched your thighs together, the ache from earlier returning full force.

“You’ve done it before, you could do it again. What are you, some kinda sex addict all of a sudden?” you mused, thinking back to the times he went on tour and you were left settling for breathy moans through phone calls at odd hours due to time differences and insane schedules. The heat inside you began building again, thinking of the frantic reunions that always followed those long stretches without one another.

Chanyeol’s laugh was lodged deep in his chest, and you felt the vibrations as you kept yourself pressed against him. “The less of that the better. Being inside you feels too good to willingly deprive myself of that.”

Your cheeks flushed once more. What was up with him today and the sex talk in public? This time wasn’t so bad, considering between the music and the distance from the people still gathered your conversation felt somewhat private—at least, more private than when you were seated in church pews. Clearly he was horny given this evening’s earlier events, but you didn’t think it was this much.

You continued to sway together in relative silence while Chanyeol began to hum absentmindedly to the song playing, one you recognized as the group’s own. And then you had a thought, and you were feeling bold, and so you gave the thought life and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had a thing for weddings and formal events.”

His grip on your waist tightened.

“I’d think maybe, you get off on dressing up all nice, the whole wine and dine, everyone seeing you look so good,” you paused, mulling over the next thought briefly before continuing, “Though we already know you get off on the attention. That must be why every time you come home from performing you can’t wait to slam my back to the mattress and fuck me into next week, huh?” You teased, rocking your hips forward just enough to press against the front of his dress pants.

In doing so, you weren’t disappointed. Your thought was, more or less, correct. You rocked your hips forward subtly once more, relishing in the feeling of his growing hard on against you. “You just can’t stop thinking about pulling me into the nearest closet or bathroom and getting balls deep in me, can you?” This, you thought as your boldness grew, was payback for earlier.

He pushed away from you suddenly, and you backed off of his feet, stumbling. You were about to apologize, thinking you’d gone too far, when he wrapped his hand around your wrist and growled lowly, “We’re leaving. Now.”

You pulled your lips between you teeth in an attempt to stifle the giggles that threatened to erupt through you as you trailed along after him, retrieving your coats and bags from the chairs at the table as he quickly said goodbyes and gave handshakes and half-hearted hugs to anyone he deemed important enough in those two minutes. You grabbed your heels and quickly slipped them back on, not bothering to buckle them as you did you best to keep up with Chanyeol’s long legs whisking you towards the parking lot of the venue.

“I can’t believe you got me hard in the middle of the dance floor,” he said, voice hushed and gravely.

“I can’t believe you fingered me under the table,” you retorted, watching as he fumbled through his pocket with his free hand and retrieved his car keys.

“I still can’t believe you let me,” he laughed in response, clicking twice and listening for where his vehicle was parked. At the sound of the beep, his eyes widened and he began outright running, and you whined at the feeling in your feet as you somehow managed to keep up with him. “God it was so hot, you did so good baby,” he cooed as the two of you reached his car. He released your wrist only to pull you close to him and cup your cheeks in his palms and place a searing needy kiss against you, which you happily returned. “Please,” he whined as he pulled away, “It’s not a bathroom or a closet but please will you please let me fuck you in the back of my car? I don’t wanna wait til we get home.”

You couldn’t even bother keeping up with idea of teasing him because seeing him so hot and bothered in that suit had you feeling needy and willing for anything. You nodded enthusiastically and he sighed in relief, opening the door to the backseat and a hand flying to the zipper of your dress and tugging it down in one go before pushing you inside.

Usually, you made fun of the deeply tinted windows when you rode in his car with him, asking him if he could even see out the windows to drive. Now, however, you were silently grateful for them, because there was no way in which you could fathom waiting until the two of you got home.

Your heels dropped off to the floor of the back seat. His suit coat was thrown tersely over the head rest of the driver’s side. The straps of your dress fell down your arms, and he trailed kisses from your neck to your  collar bone to the space between your breasts, hands snaking around to your back and nimbly undoing the clasps on your bra. You reached for his slacks, undoing the belt and buttons and yanking them down less tenderly than he had your dress— maybe that was because you knew he had plenty of pairs, and he knew this dress had been a more expensive splurge for you.  His hands gently bunched the fabric of your skirt upward as you raised your hips, pulling the garment off over your torso and attempting to throw it carefully towards the back of the car. You began undoing the buttons on his collared shirt from the bottom and when your hands met in the middle after he’d started at the top, he grabbed hold of them to pull you forward in a another kiss, holding you so tight you would have thought your lungs were the only source of his air.

“Ow! Shit shit shit,” he cried suddenly, having raised his head up too quickly to finish ridding himself of clothes and slamming it against a fixture on the ceiling.

You couldn’t help the laugh you let out. “You okay? We can just go home if it’s too cramped— oh,” your words were cut off with a moan as his fingers found their way back into your center, and you had your answer. The cramped space didn’t matter, the throbbing on the top of his head didn’t matter, the only that that did matter was you and him and how he made you feel.

He caged himself over you, curving his back to dip his head down to reach your neck to bite gently at your skin and leave faint marks in his wake while his fingers continued to work at your clit. You raked your nails down his skin, head falling back and eyes rolling with it as he pushed you higher and higher. “Stop, stop stop— any more and I’ll cum, I wanna cum with you, please,” you begged, forcing your eyes open and taking his hand in yours to remove him from you.

Chanyeol looked to the side of a moment before sighing in defeat. “No condom,” he said sullenly, lips forming an adorably disappointed pout, “We ran out of the extra stash last month, forgot to replace it.”

You thought for a minute, heavy panting filling the silence in the close confines of the car. “Well, I was going to wait for an anniversary or a special occasion to tell you, but… I changed my birth control last month,” you admitted, your unoccupied hand trailing up his abdomen to his chest, “And instead of a pill that I could forget to take, I now have an implant that’s always there, so…” you trailed off, looking up at him and batting your eyelashes in your best attempt at seduction.

Chanyeol let out a deep and guttural groan. “Fuck, fuck please baby does that mean what I think it means?”

There was something about seeing your big strong boyfriend reduced to a whining for you that redoubled your confidence and gave you the willpower to take his hand, still covered in your wetness from just a moment ago, and take his fingers into your mouth and suck them clean. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, eyes watching your lips the whole time.

“It means,” you said lowly after removing his fingers from your mouth with a pop, “That I want you to lay back and let me ride you until you cum inside me.”

Your boyfriend let out a shaky breath, gaping at your bold words and actions. “Fucking hell, I was just gonna say let me eat you out and I’d settle for a hand job but oh my god this is so much better,” his mouth was on yours as he pulled you close again, and you smiled into the kiss as you felt his dick twitch against your thigh.

It wasn’t the first time you’d forgone a condom with Chanyeol, but it wasn’t a frequent occurrence. The only other time you could remember off the top of your head was when he was away on tour, and your work had miraculously sent you on an overseas business trip that landed the two of you in the same city for a night. Between being a few hundred miles from home and the shared need for one another, you both ended up saying you’d just deal with the morning after pill tomorrow.

But none of that was of concern now. Now, you straddled his thighs and pushed him back, taking control of the moment. You kissed him again, slower than before, mapping the insides of his mouth with your tongue. “Ready?” You asked, circling your hips over him, cupping his face in your hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“God I love you,” he whispered back, stroking his hands down your sides. Slowly, with as much patience as you could muster, you lowered yourself on to him and felt your neck go limp as you adjusted to the size inside of you, a heady groan finding its way out of you. “Oh my god,” he croaked, bringing his hand to his mouth to bite on his thumb from the overwhelming sense of pleasure he felt. You hated that the thought crossed your mind, but you really could feel him so much more like this. As you purposefully clenched your walls around him once, you wondered if he felt the same. The string of curses that left his mouth answered your question.

“Good?” You asked with mirth, and he nodded feverishly, hands returning to your hips and pulling you forward. You swatted him playfully in response. “Hey, my turn on top, I set the pace,” you teased. It wasn’t often that you were courageous enough to take charge, so you wanted to relish in it as much as you could.

He laughed and pulled his hands back, holding them up defensively. “Your wish is my command, do your worst.”

You laughed out a single breath. ‘Challenge accepted.’ Fully adjusted to his size now, you rolled your hips forward slowly and snapped them back again.

The teasing comments and banter quickly subsided, replaced with only soft exhales and the sound of skin against skin. You could feel your thighs growing tired as you continued to raise and lower yourself on him, trying to stay active and make it as pleasurable for both of you as you could. But it had been a long day, and you were still tipsy, and you almost just wanted to make him come and get it over with so you could go home and fall asleep together.

Almost.

As if he could read your mind, Chanyeol’s open pouting lips curled up into a smile and and thrust up into you, meeting your hips on a movement down that had both of you gasping as the coil of heat in your belly began to bloom. You began rocking back and forth as he laid back more, the new angle reaching deeper and making you see stars.

“M’close, m’so close Yeol,” you moaned out softly. His right hand went down between you and began rubbing on your clit once more, while his other hand clasped yours, threading your fingers together. You held on for dear life, like he was the only thing that could anchor you to this plane of existence.

There was something so strangely intimate about the simple act of holding hands while fucking the love of your life that notched you just high enough to go spiraling over the edge into your orgasm. It washed over you in waves, and Chanyeol kept thrusting up under you, working you through the aftershocks until he came himself, a low throaty groan coming through his lips as you felt his cum paint your walls and his hand finally fell away from your core. You whined at the feeling, collapsing on top of him as a shudder ran down your spine, every inch of your skin overly sensitive like a livewire.

He kept one hand intertwined with yours and took his free one to brush his thumb across your cheek and tuck the stray hairs that had fallen out of place behind your ear. So gentle, so tender, but when you sat up again to plant a kiss at the corner of his mouth, you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes that meant he had something to say. You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting as you continued to try and reclaim steady breathing.

“Is this gonna be an all the time thing now? Because I’m not gonna lie, I might just bust a nut again right now if you tell me this is gonna be an all the time thing.” Even in the moments after sex, he still managed to have entirely too much energy and could talk your ear off. Nothing about the every day moments was ever too serious with Chanyeol. Somehow, there was always a sense of playfulness

You shushed him with another kiss on his lips and laughed. “Don’t nut again but yeah, I guess this can be an all the time thing now.” You knew he was kidding because he wasn’t even hard again inside you. Yet.

“Ahh! Ahh!” Chanyeol began letting out faked moans and fucked his hips up and into you, throwing his head back dramatically and pretending to come once more.

You couldn’t help but snort. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah but I’m your dork,” he replied, his finger tapping the tip of your nose playfully.

You pulled your face away, trying to think up some snarky remark to give him shit, and instead could only smile and let out a small laugh under your breath. His palms gently pressed to your lower back, holding you to him as if you’d disappear the moment he let go. Your hands returned to his face, thumbs brushing across his cheeks once more as you leaned in and kissed him again, slower and deeper than before. Everything you’d been through together, every secret meeting and fear of exposure and invasion of privacy, often times it felt like it might be too much— until you had moments with him like this, relishing in the feeling of connectedness and warmth and him.

After a short while of your head pressed to his chest and his hands gently stroking your back, you felt him begin to shift under you and pull out. You whined at the loss of him filling you and the skin to skin contact you craved, thinking for a heartbeat that you could just stay like this with him all night. He laughed softly, laying tender kisses all over as he mumbled apologies for needing to move, something about the side door of the car not being the most comfortable thing to have pressed against his back. He reached into a seat back pocket and fished out some stray napkins, using them to clean up the cum that spilled from you when you shifted off of his lap.

As the two of you redressed lazily and only enough to feign a sense of public decency and you crawled your way into the front passenger seat, you let out a yawn.

“Mmm see? Now we can go home and cuddle in bed,” he teased, ambling his way into the driver’s seat and buckling up as he pressed the ignition on the vehicle. Soft music filtered through the speakers, demos of his own work that he only let you listen to while they were still rough, and you felt overwhelmingly at ease with him.

With your head resting on your hand as you stared out the window at the Seoul city skyline, you felt a sense of calm settling over you, daydreaming of the softness of your shared bed that was waiting for you to collapse into it as soon as you got home. You could see from your peripheral Chanyeol’s gaze flicking over to you and then back to the road ahead as he came to a stop at a red light. “Hmm?” you mumbled, wondering if something was wrong for a moment as you shifted your gaze over to him.

“Okay, but seriously, how many times do you think they had sex today?”

“Chanyeol!”

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author’s note | sksksksks oh my god this was so bad I am so sorry I just could NOT let go of this idea please don’t hate me I drank an entire bottle of soju and watched a supercut of the EXO section of the 2019 SM Town concert in Japan when OT6 performed in those fucking suits and then I wrote the first draft of this, sue me. Yeol really is just a big puppy that can’t let go of a question or an idea once it crosses his mind. my smut is always gonna be this kind of soft unless I’m feeling extra angsty just so you know

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Focus (9)

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

Genre: smut

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, marking kink

A/N: I think this is the longest I’ve ever written. I hope it doesn’t bore you... I really had fun writing this! I hope you enjoy reading it~

@coffee-prince-kyungsoo @thighhighsanti

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Mr. Kim likes to separate his personal life and his professional life. Whenever he is in front of his students, he is a professor who focuses only on teaching what he should be teaching. Outside of the room, he’s just a regular man with regular friends, living a regular life. But somehow his personal life got overlapped with his professional life when you ended up in his Bio class.

He has overlooked whatever thing you had with Baekhyun inside the class. He doesn’t call you out if he sees Sehun or Baekhyun flirting with you. As your professor, he doesn’t react. But outside the classroom, you are his friend. And somehow you had shared intimate moments. Outside the campus, he can tell you what’s bothering him and you can tell him what’s bothering you. Just like how he told you that he lost rational thoughts when he saw you with a hickey the other week. Just like how you told him that you were mad at him for not letting you cum.

Mr. Kim hasn’t even been able to go out of the room yet after he dismissed the class when he saw you approaching Baekhyun. He lifts a brow, curious as to why you were approaching Baekhyun. He knows you well enough that you don’t do the first move. Even with him, it has to be Junmyeon who starts talking first before he could ever get a word from you. He’s only ever seen you initiate conversation when a) you’re with your girl friends, and b) when you have a question that you can’t answer by yourself.

He subtly watches the two of you while he slowly fixes the laptop he used for class. Somehow he thinks this conversation might’ve been about Baekhyun’s statement that claims he kissed you. This was the first thing he heard when he entered the room. Truth be told, he wanted to know more about it. Was Baekhyun just saying this to Sehun to let him know that he slept with her and have Sehun back off? Did it happen after Junmyeon got a taste of you? Did something happen between you and Baekhyun that he wasn’t aware of? He had so many questions and he couldn’t get the answers. Not right now, at least.

He sees you calling out Baekhyun, but the male wasn’t reacting. Maybe you two had a fight? But then he sees you hold Baekhyun’s hand. His eye twitches at the sight. He watches how you started talking to Baekhyun and how he robotically replies. The next thing he knew, Baekhyun was leading you out of the room, your hand still clasped in his. The sight irks him. Why were you holding hands with Baekhyun? Byun fucking Baekhyun, who you had slept with. The man who marked you first. The man who got to sleep with you and touched you the same way he did. It upset him, especially since you have recently made up and had a talk about the possibility of having a “next time”. Why was Baekhyun always getting to you first? The thought made him angry, furious even. He watches you get away with Baekhyun while holding hands. He‘s going to get his answers as soon as possible.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Should you tell him? You stare at Baekhyun as if his face holds the answer to your internal question. You start to notice the moles on his face and how stunningly beautiful he is. His hair was parted in the middle. This hairstyle suits him, you thought. He looks back at you with the same fascination but also with curious eyes. Suddenly, you forgot he even asked you a question as you were so entraced by his beauty.

He clears his throat and the spell gets broken. “I know it’s still not my place to ask... but who ever did give you the hickeys?” He repeats his question.

This was a question you thought you could easily disclose with Baekhyun. You’ve even practiced what to say when you were having your small study breaks over the weekend. But now, in this moment, whatever script you prepared in your mind was lost.

You break the eye contact with him, suddenly you feel like you don’t want to tell him. But it’s only fair he knows right? You told Junmyeon about him. Baekhyun should know about Junmyeon right?

It was harder to tell him about Junmyeon because he‘s your professor. And although your school isn’t necessarily strict with these kinds of things, you’d hate it if word gets out. Students gossip and the thing about gossip is that it gets twisted around. It could easily morph into something extremely different and no matter how much you deny, the image of you being all intimate with your professor will be embedded in their minds. Nevermind how much you worked hard for your studies. Whatever you did with your hardwork will be disregarded. All credit will be given to the act you committed. People will automatically think that the reason you have all sorts of opportunities and high marks were because you slept with professors. Even if you actually only ever been intimate with one professor. Even if you didn’t actually sleep with Junmyeon.

These thoughts scare you. You look over to Baekhyun and wonder if you could trust him with this information. You see how he had a look of worry on his face because he can sense your unease. There was something about him that made you want to trust him. You breathe in to calm yourself.

“It’s okay if you don’t tell me—”

You cut him off, “It’s Junmyeon. It’s Mr. Kim.”

Baekhyun was shocked. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but no words were coming out. There were so many things swirling in his mind. He remembered the first day of class where Mr. Kim would sent lingering stares at you. He remembered the way Mr. Kim smiles — almost smirking — at you whenever you tell him the correct answer to his question. He remembered the knowing look Mr. Kim gave Baekhyun the next Bio class after he slept with you. Now he understands the look. And it sure as hell irritates him.

“I know it sounds bad... But I just want you to know that this isn’t a normal behavior for me. I didn’t even know he was teaching in the same school. I didn’t even know he was teaching at all.” You say in one breath.

He didn’t seem to hear you. “When... when did it happen?”

You look down at your lap. “The day after we had sex.” You mumbled.

“What?!”

“It wasn’t even supposed to happen!” You defend yourself. “He saw me and Jongdae walk out of the janitor’s closet, just a few minutes before you saw us. And he wanted to talk after my classes were over. And he saw the hickey you gave me and...” You peek at Baekhyun. You see him frowning. “Bottomline is we didn’t sleep together.”

“But you did something.” Baekhyun concludes.

You stayed quiet. It was the confirmation that he needed. He pinches his nose. All this time he was being jealous at Sehun when he should’ve been looking out for Mr. Kim.

He was silent after that. You understood though, it would have been too much to handle in just one seating. You can see the gears turning in his head.

“I thought the whole point of marking someone was to claim them.” He mumbles under his breath

You weren’t able to hear what he said. “Sorry?”

He clears his throat and repeats what he said with a louder voice. “I thought the whole point of marking someone was to claim them.”

You could feel your blood going to your face, a sign that you were blushing. You didn’t know how to respond to that.

“I don’t like sharing, Princess.” He tells you nonchalantly.

You stare at him, trying to figure him out. And also trying to figure yourself out. Why does he seem like he’s okay with it now? Did Baekhyun still want you? Did you want him? What about Junmyeon? What if you wanted both of them?

Your thoughts were cut short when your phone rings, it was a call coming from an unknown number. You look at Baekhyun as if to see if it’s okay for you to answer the call. He nods.

“Hello?”

“Hey darling, it’s Sehun. Are you finished with your date with Baekhyun? Should we meet now?”

“Oh, Sehun! Uh— not quite. Maybe a little later?” Baekhyun raises his brow. Even if nothing‘s happening between you and Sehun, the fact that he somehows get in the way between you and Baekhyun irritates him. Why does he always steal you from him?

“Fine then,” Sehun answers. “I’ll send you an address, meet me there.”

“Okay.” With that, he ends the call.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asks before you could even bring down your phone.

You look at him curiously but gave it to him anyway. You see him typing and clicking. You take this moment to check him out. You’ve been to focused on what to tell him that you didn’t even had the time to appreciate his choice of clothing. If you weren’t worrying about the confrontation with him, you would’ve drooled a long time ago. He was wearing a fitted shirt and a chain necklace. It was just a t-shirt but somehow it made him look extra good. You can see his form perfectly with the fit. He had an amazing body, his shoulders wide and his waist slim. It was enough to make you excited. Your eyes move to his hands — the prettiest hands. You suddenly felt hot. You remember those hands that were in you. The thought drove you insane, you remember how good it felt and how you wanted to feel it again.

You scold yourself for being so dirty. You’ve just disclosed the fact that you’ve been touched and marked by another man. You doubt he’d even look at you that way again. But you were wrong, you were so wrong.

You were so lost in your dirty thoughts that you hadn’t noticed that Baekhyun was done using your phone. He looks at you and reads your body. He saw this look on you before. He knew what you were feeling and he smirks at the thought. He places his hand on your thigh and you jolt at the sudden touch. Your eyes immediately snap to his. “You should eat, Princess.” He says, voice dropping an octave. You comply, wanting to distract yourself from the thoughts you were having a while ago. He grips your thigh and you almost whimper. He lets go and smirks. He then eats with you, but you can see it in his eyes, he was hungry and not for food.

When you were done with your lunch, Baekhyun settles the bill but you protest. He then leans and whispers, “You can pay me back in other ways, Princess.”

He guides you back to his car. You tell him you were supposed to meet Sehun after this but before you could finish your sentence, Baekhyun cuts you off. “I’ve already told him you weren’t coming and that you’d meet him tomorrow.”

You furrow your brows and start to protest but he shushes you with a kiss and tells you you’re coming with him.

The drive was short and before you knew it, you were in Baekhyun’s apartment. He holds you by your waist as he leads you. When he reaches the door, he unlocks it with his right hand while his left hand suddenly squeezes your ass. You stare at him, only to find him biting his lips, eyes filled with lust. This look was enough to make your legs weak and your core wet.

Once you enter the apartment, he slams you to the wall and locks your lips in a heated kiss. He was a great kisser, you could get lost in his kisses. He bites your lip and you whimper. His body immediately reacts with the sound.

You break away from the kiss and ask, “Where’s Jongdae?”

He takes this moment to kiss your neck, “He’s in a meeting, don’t worry.”

You place your hands on his shoulder as he continues his assault on your neck. His hands move from your waist to grip your boob. You moan at the sensation. He places his thigh in between your legs and you instinctively rub yourself against him, desperate for some sort of friction. “Fuck, baby, you look so hot like this, rubbing yourself on my thigh.”

He lifts your shirt and unclasps your bra within seconds. He grabs your mounds and sucks harshly on your nipple. He gives equal attention to your mounds. It felt so good. He felt so good. He then grabs your legs and says “Jump.” You comply. He carries you to his room while he sucks on your neck. He makes sure he leaves plenty of hickeys. He drops you on his bed and he takes this time to undress. You start removing your pants and panties too, too desperate to feel his skin against yours. When he’s fully naked, he lays on top of you and starts kissing you again. He swipes his finger into your core, “I love how wet you are for me baby.”

He slides his finger in and you whimper at the sensation. He slides it in and out of your pussy. You’re unable to kiss him back because of how good his fingers made you feel. He kisses you one last time before you see him going down on you. He licks your pussy and starts to you eat you out. “You taste so good, fuck. I can do this all day.”

“Daddy, please...”

“Please what baby?”

“Please fuck me.”

He pulls his fingers out sucks on it. He hums in approval. The sight makes you drool. He grabs a condom from the bedside table and puts it on himself. He lines himself to you and pushes in without warning. You moan out loud. He doesn’t move until you squeeze his hand. He raises your legs and fucks you hard. “Daddy, you feel so good.” You moan out loud.

“I bet Mr. Kim won’t make you feel this good. Mr. Kim can’t fuck you like this.” He growls, his pace quickening at an instant.

He turns you around and pulls your ass up. He inserts his cock to your pussy and fucks you impossibly faster. He slaps your ass, “That was for being naughty and letting other men touch you.” You whimper at the pain and the pleasure. You feel your core clenching.

“You like this baby?”

You moan his name loudly as a confirmation to his question. His pace was so quick, his bed was creaking so loud and the headboard was banging loudly on the wall. He was holding your hips so tight, you were sure it would leave behind bruises. You were so lost in the pain and pleasure to care.

“Daddy, I’m clo-close!” You scream.

Baekhyun rubs your clit. “Come baby, come for Daddy.”

With a few more thrusts, you stilled and came. Your walls tightened so much, it wasn’t long after that Baekhyun reached his climax. Your legs would’ve given up if Baekhyun wasn’t holding it. He pulls out and throws out the used condom. He grabs a wet towel and cleans you up. When he’s done, he lays beside you and says, “That was amazing.”

“Yeah.” You smile. You were so tired, you immediately fell asleep. He covers you in a blanket and sleeps beside you, his arms naturally wrapping itself around you.

A few hours later, you wake up. Your head was on Baekhyun’s chest. You blush. Baekhyun was still sleeping soundly. You look around, searching for a clock. You sigh, it was 7PM. Baekhyun woke up when he felt you moving. “Hey,” he says with a raspy voice.

“Baek, I have to go, I have classes tomorrow.”

He smiles at the sound of his name coming out of your lips. “Stay, I’ll drive you there tomorrow.”

“I can’t. I don’t have clothes.” You whine.

“You can borrow mine.”

“But—“

He kisses you to shut you up.

“Fine, but I can’t be late! I have Mr. Jung’s class and you know how he is...”

Baekhyun laughs, “Ah yes, he used to scold me a lot for being a few minutes late. You’ll be fine though, I’ll make sure.” He winks.

You hate how your heart suddenly started beating so fast at the sight of his wink. It was even more devastating when you realize he still hasn’t worn anything yet and you could see his milky chest. You suddenly had the urge to paint his neck and chest with blues and purples.

Baekhyun sees your eyes darken. He didn’t know you had this side in you. It was turning him on. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Princess.” He says with a husky voice.

As if your body had a mind of its own, you went to straddle Baekhyun. Your lips latching on to his. You kiss his neck next. You suck on his neck and his chest to mark him. You didn’t know how long you did it or how how many you gave him. Because the next thing you know, you were under Baekhyun once again. “That’s enough, baby girl.” Then you find yourself being thoroughly fucked by Byun Baekhyun for the second time tonight.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The next day you wake up with Baekhyun still sleeping. He looked so peaceful, ethereal. You didn’t want to wake him up from his slumber. You get up as quietly as you can. Your body was so sore from last night’s activities so you tried stretching out a little. When you’re done, you tried to wake Baekhyun up. “Baek, wake up.”

He stirs from his sleep. “Baek, I need clothes.” You try saying. Baekhyun opens one eye, he looks adorable like this, you thought. He gets out of the bed and grabs some clean clothes and a towel for you to use. You thank him and told him he can go back to sleep while you shower, which he does as soon as his head landed back on the pillow.

When you got out of the shower, Baekhyun was already awake. He stares at you in his shirt and unconsciously says, “You look good in my shirt.”

You blush at how endearing he sounded.

“Let me wash up a bit and I’ll drive you to school.”

You use this time to cover the hickeys he gave you with some concealer that you always have in your bag. You only ever use it to cover the bags under your eyes whenever there’s an exam coming up. You can’t believe you’re using it for something else.

When you both stepped out of Baekhyun’s room, you froze at the sight of Jongdae seating by the couch. He gives you a knowing look. “Oh Y/N, good morning! Great to see you here. With Baekhyun.” He smirks. He looks at you and then at Baekhyun. He sees Baekhyun’s neck littered with hickeys which he didn’t bother covering up. “While you’re here, there’s this assembly for the Chemical Society next month, Joohyun requested you to be part of the committee.”

You frown. You hated working for events like these, but Joohyun insists all of you and your friends do it. And because you’re her friend, you let her drag you along. Despite hating the responsibility, it was fun working with your friends like this. They did tend to get a little over excited at planning and go overboard and you’re the only person with a voice of reason so you keep them grounded. They needed you. So you always comply.

Before you can accept the invitation to be part of the committee, Baekhyun says, “We have to go. She has Mr. Jung’s class.” Jongdae nods in understanding and bids you good bye.

Baekhyun only promised to drive you to the campus so you didn’t expect he’d get out of his car upon arrival. You give him an inquisitive stare. “Do you have to do something here too? Did Mrs. Lee call for you again?”

“No. I’m walking you to your class.” He smiles at you and you can’t help but feel butterflies on your stomach.

He doesn’t speak any further as you walked side by side. It was a comfortable kind of silence. When you reach your room, you both stop. You face him and say, “Thank you for driving and walking me to class.”

Baekhyun nods and smiles, “Anything for you, Princess.”

You turn around to enter the room, you cheeks reddening. He looks at you as you go and doesn’t move until you’re out of his sight.

As Baekhyun was walking back, he’s taken aback when he spots Mr. Kim coming his way. Mr. Kim just got out of one of his classes. He fixes his specs and goes straight to Baekhyun. “Mr. Byun, if you have time, please come by my office later.”

[junmyeonning]

Touch Me — 0.5

Type: Series

Part: 0.5 (introduction)

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (EXO Suho) X Unnamed OFC

Rated: M

Summary: He's the manager at the library. Smart, polite, and most obviously, incredibly sexy. She doesn't want the opportunity to pass so she teases the hell out of him. Until he breaks...

Warnings: a bit of an age gap (30 and early 20s)

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Goddammit.

That's all that's running through her head as she stares at her laptop screen, feeling rather pissed with her professor's choice of assignment.  Who the hell even looks for answers in books anymore?

She sighs, knowing that for once she'll go into the library that she always passes by near her usual coffee shop.  She's not enthusiastic about actually getting up and leaving her house just to study, on a freaking weekend, so she figures having breakfast then getting it over with is the plan.  So she can at least enjoy the rest of the day with no worries.

She gets dressed in one of her favourite simple flowery dresses, a little short and cute.  She likes looking pretty, not for anyone in particular but for herself.  She loves the feeling.

Fixing up her look a little and grabbing her stuff, she slips into her sandals and leaves her apartment.

—

Time has passed and she has already finished up drinking coffee and relaxing at her favourite spot.  Now onto the boring part, the studying.

It's not that she is a bad student, quite the opposite actually.  Now in her last year in college, she learned that she considers herself a person with a good work ethic and motivation, but what she lacks sometimes is focus.  And maybe patience... her quick boredom can be a problem sometimes.

She enters the library now, seeing it from the inside for the first time.  She thinks it looks neat and cozy, has a good vibe to it. Not so bad.

She looks at the name of the book on her phone, getting rather confused as to where she should start searching.  Realising that she must look like a total newbie just standing there lost, she mentally thanks god as soon as she hears exactly what she needs right now.

"Hello ma'am.  Can I help you ?"

She turns around and faces probably one of the most handsome men she's ever seen. He looks friendly yet formal, fairly well dressed with some glasses adorning his beautiful face.

She stares for a few seconds in surprise, before actually getting it together and replying to him.

"Oh, well..." she looks at his name tag. Manager Kim. "Manager Kim, I'm looking for this book and I honestly didn't know where to start."

She lets out a little laugh then shows him what she wants help with.  He gives her a small smile, telling her to follow him as he leads the way.  She can't help but look at his back while she's trailing after him, thinking to herself how he even looks attractive from the back.

Oh, he has a nice ass too?!-

"Here." He cuts off her thoughts by stopping at their destination, pulling out what looks to be a similar book.

"Hmm, isn't it different?" She shows him her phone again, he chuckles then starts explaining.

"Well yes and no.  The one you have is an older version, we don't have it here but this one will do just fine."

"Oh, what are the differences? Should I just go with this one or do I need to look for the original?" She asks him with interest, also partly because she wants to make any sort of conversation.  He adjusts his glasses and starts talking, saying how it's practically the same but with better sectioning etc etc.

But she doesn't focus on what he's talking about, getting rather distracted with how he looks when he's talking like this.  The way he's explaining makes him sound so intelligent and so damn sexy, she's nodding along with whatever he's saying while biting her lip unconsciously.

"-, okay?" He checks in with her, finishing off with a polite smile.

"Yep, I'll keep that in mind." She smiles, almost in a flirtatious way. "Thanks for the help, manager Kim."

She lets the name roll off her tongue while looking directly into his eyes. Maybe he doesn't notice, or he pretends not to, as he just nods at her in a formal way and leaves.

She frowns to herself. Is he not picking up the signals? Does he not want to? Hm.

She looks down at the book in her hand now, laughing silently to herself with how things are going today. It was definitely unexpected, but she's interested.

—

She finishes up with her work for now, closing the book and letting out a sigh. Finally.

Her eyes roam around the place, looking for the dark haired handsome manager.  One glance at him before leaving won't hurt.  What she wasn't expecting is the sudden eye contact she makes with him, all the way from across the room.  Her face flushes a little, thinking he must've seen her looking around for him.

She decides that it might be too soon to actually make a move, but oh how she wants to.  She has never felt she wanted to talk to a strange man more in her life, but something about him is just so irresistible from the first sight.

She just throws him a smile and a small wave in acknowledgment, to which he returns it back to her before continuing his work.  Fuck, he's too damn cute.  She thinks as she picks up her stuff to leave.

Maybe she'll pass by the library way more often than she thought she would.

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(A/N): yeah so that was a little intro to what’s coming:D next is gonna be a full part n everything. I think it’s gonna be quite a short series, who knows. Thanks for the love, I appreciate every single note and comment!! ❤️

Comment if you wanna be tagged in future parts ❤️

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[taestfully]

You tell them you love them during sex

Request: Hello there!!! 😊 Could you do an exo reaction to their gf saying ‘I love you’ to them (in a really cute way) while doing it/making love? Thank you 😊

Xiumin

Minseok was always so good to you. In every way possible he showed you how much he cared and cherished you. The way he loved to express his feelings for you most was being intimate with you like he was in that moment.

The sensations were overwhelming and the air surrounding your bodies was full of passion and whispered exclamations of more and yes. All you could focus on was him and the way it felt to have his body against yours.

Everything you felt was so much your body couldn’t quite handle it. Your chest was swelling with emotions for the man that always made you feel like you were the most important woman in the world. “I love you,” spilled out of your mouth in a sigh. Your hand was against his cheek in adoration.

Minseok’s movement stilled momentarily as his eyes focused on you, surprise swimming in his chocolate irises. He smiled and leant down his forehead to rest it against yours before resuming a soft, sweet pace. “I love you, too.”

Suho

Arguments weren’t common between you and Junmyeon. But you were both human and both had some stresses of life that you couldn’t always keep at bay. An argument sparked over silly things which then turned into a fire of rude words and accusations that you didn’t mean one bit. The fire died soon after and the two of you were in each other’s arms, making up for the hurtful words exchanged.

Junmyeon was always fond of making love rather than fucking and he made sure that after being intimate that you knew just how much he cared. In that moment his pace was slow and purposeful as if he could portray just how sorry he was by the movement of his hips.

You really did love him despite the silly arguments. He was an amazing man. “I love you, Junmyeon,” you told him quietly through a wave of pleasure.

Junmyeon didn’t miss a beat. He kissed your lips tenderly and smiled. “I love you too, (y/n). Always.”

Lay

Yixing had been super busy lately which ultimately meant that there had been zero quality time between the two of you. By the time that he had a break in his schedule, there was so much stored up emotion that it seemed like a dam was about to burst when you saw him again.

Sex was so different that night. It usually was after Yixing returned after time away. You had missed him so much that it hurt. You were so thankful to have him back in your arms again. You raised your head to place a kiss on his cheek, earning a soft smile from him. “I love you, Yixing.”

Yixing’s movements slowed as he grinned down at you, deep dimples on his cheeks. “Ah, I love you, too. So much.”

Baekhyun

Of course you thought Baekhyun was amazing. And beautiful. He was your boyfriend. But it was in moments like this, tangled up together in the bedsheets with his lip caught between his teeth as he concentrated on making you feel good, that you felt overwhelmed by how stunning he was.

You could’ve complimented him. You could’ve told him that he was beautiful, amazing, and perfect. He was definitely all of those things and more but in stead you said a simple “I love you.”

Baekhyun stopped, stunned at your intimate words, and looked into your eyes to see the love and adoration gleaming in them. The soft expression on your face had him grinning. He began to move again as he chuckled. “I love you, too.”

Chen

Jongdae carried a lot on his shoulders. He never out right told you when he was he dealing with something or if heavy thoughts weighed on his mind. You knew nonetheless. You saw it in the coverup smiles. You saw it in the way he’d never spend too long talking about it if you brought it up.

You loved Jongdae so much. And at that moment, the two of you tangled together in the sheets, was the best moment you could tell him. In that moment, he was carefree. You kissed his forehead. “I love you, Jongdae.”

He grinned. He brushed his nose against your cheek as he peppered small kisses there. “Ah, you’re too sweet to me, you know that?” He chuckled. “I love you, too.”

Chanyeol

When you thought about how passionate Chanyeol was at everything he did, it made you proud. Proud of him and the man that he had grown to be. You were amazed at how he loved to venture into new things, always giving his best even when it was unknown or different to him.

It made you swell with gratitude that he was all yours.

Your hands traced the features of his handsome face as the tip of your nose brushed his. His eyes were closed as he moved within you, pleasuring you and making you feel oh so full. You felt amazing because of him, his passion encompassing every inch of you. At a surge of pleasure, you sighed. “I love you, Yeol.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widened and the dimple appeared on his left cheek as he stuttered out a shy smile. He shook his head before kissing your lips. “I love you.”

D.O.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to exchange sweet nothings between one another during making love. You two had a sweet relationship. Kyungsoo was often a little shy about saying these kind of things to you, but when he did, it was incredibly endearing.

Tonight you felt a little bit of extra love for your boyfriend as the two of you made love. He was everything you could’ve ever wanted and more. You felt the need to say that to him. “I love you,” you cooed, hands caressing the skin of his back. When he looked at you with wide eyes, you chuckled. “More than you could imagine.”

Kyungsoo smiled sweetly. It took him a moment to get the words out, a blush present on his cheeks. “I love you, too.”

Kai

Things were so playful between the two of you. You always felt lighthearted with Jongin. It was nothing but sugary sweetness most of the time. But sometimes your boyfriend decided to make things a little spicy, and of course you couldn’t complain.

You felt his grip on your hips tighten as your movements gained speed. You bit back a smirk at the sight of his blissed out expression. Amused, you bent over and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as you continued to move. “I love you.”

Jongin laughed breathily as he looked at you through hooded eyes. You saw the love gleam in them. His hands began to roam up and down your body. “Mmh, I love you, too.”

Sehun

You never once believed those things people said about Sehun being stoic or cold. Anyone who knew him personally knew that he was one of the biggest dorks known to man. He also had one of the biggest hearts and deep down he really was a rather emotional sweetheart. You loved to witness the moments where his sharp features softened when he smiled.

You loved when you could see that pink glow on his cheeks.

Sehun was blushing in that moment, though he tried to hide the fact by nestling his face in your neck. The two of you were currently partaking in an act that was anything but soft, but the way you were gushing words of endearment to him had him feeling his heart swell with emotion. “I love you,” you said, which ultimately made him lose his cool and begin to chuckle into your neck.

Sehun picked his head up to look down at you, his movement within you slowing down to a lazy pace. His cheeks were pink and on full display for you to see. He grinned. “Must you say those things right now? You’re being way too sweet.” He rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, too, silly.”

[kimjongdaely]

The Art of Sin [Chapter 7]

Gang!AU, Racer!AU, Tattoo Artist!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations, vandalism

Summary: He’s an artist. He does it all for the ‘art.’ Tattooing. Racing. Sex. All because he thinks they’re beautiful. There’s no one here that doesn’t know his name, because it’s everywhere. On every graffiti-filled wall, every tattooed skin, every cheer of the crowd. His name is there somewhere, because it’s all his—this world. And when he lays his eyes on you—well, he’s never seen anything more beautiful. And he’s going to make you his masterpiece.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3 [M]│Chapter 4 [M]│Chapter 5 [M]│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8 [M]

The engine roars to life and you’re pushed back against the seat by the speed.

Your heart pounds painfully against your ribs, the world outside becoming a blur. You dig your nails into the black cloth of the seats, never having been in a car this fast before.

Never in your life did you ever even think about racing.

And yet here you are, in a deathly fast car just because. Right about now you’re in the middle of regretting your decision of getting on too; aren’t you just slowing him down? It was a stupid choice, but you couldn’t let him go just like that, not with how he was acting before.

You see the opponent’s car right next to you, always trying to zoom past but never quite being able to. Chen has incredible skill and control, the car feeling like an extension of him. You’re sure if he still had his old car, he could drive even better.

The cars drive down the dirt road, towards a cliffside. The road is barely wide enough for two cars, and it would be difficult to race past.

You feel the car tremble terribly as the opponent’s car gets too close, metal scraping against metal and making an ugly, screeching sound that pains your ears.

You hear Chen curse, his hand tightening on the wheel, veins bulging in his arms. There’s a serious, deadly glint in his eyes as he tries to maneuver the vehicle with the little space he has to force more space between the cars. He has to pull ahead now, or he’ll lose the chance.

The opponent doesn’t seem to be caring much about getting ahead though, as they crash onto the car again, stronger. The whole car tips sideways, and you grab onto the seats as hard as you can, feeling something drop heavily in your stomach.

Oh no.

Chen curses again, loudly, doing everything he can to get back on track but it’s too late.

You’re falling.

You hear laughter ring in your ears, see the other car continue down the path, kicking up dirt behind it.

You feel the weightlessness, the fear. Time seems to slow. You open your mouth, but what is it that you were going to say? Were you going to scream? To call for Chen? To yell for help?

There’s nothing either of you can do. 

You hold out your hand, wanting to grab onto something, something that can break your fall even though you know it’s useless.

It’s Chen that takes your hand.

You take one glance at his face, a look of terror that matches how you feel. He squeezes.

And...

and then...

Nothing.

Chen coughs, the dust irritating his throat. When he tries to move, pain shoots up his right leg. His arms are bleeding, glass covering the floor. He takes a better look at his surroundings, piecing things together to figure out what happened.

They crashed at the bottom of the cliff. Thank goodness they weren’t too high up.

The car is damaged pretty badly, the top crinkled and half-collapsed. He would have been crushed if it actually fell in. His leg seems to be trapped under the debris, the windows and windshield shattered and—

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

He swerves around too quickly, groaning in pain when it irritates his leg.

Oh god.

Oh, please no—

She seems to be unconscious, her face half-covered by her hair but...he can see it.

The blood.

Dripping steadily down the side of her face, staining her clothes and the seat. Chen tries hard to move, cursing and kicking with his other foot, trying to get the debris off his injured leg.

No, no. This isn’t going to work. He’ll only get himself more injured.

He calls for her, screaming her name and hoping she’ll wake up. Give him a sign. At least move a finger, dammit!

His mind is so panicked and fogged that it’s hard to think. But he needs to calm down. Deep breaths. He winces at the pain again.

Phone. Phone—right. Where’s his phone? Must be in his pocket. He tries his best to angle himself without hurting his leg to get the phone out. It’s cracked, but it seems to still work.

With trembling fingers, he calls for Junmyeon, praying that he’ll pick up.

Please, please please please please—

“Hello?”

The sunlight is blinding, rousing Chen from his sleep. The smell of antiseptic assaults his nose, alerting him where he is. He tries to sit up, noticing how his arms are bandaged and he can’t move is leg at all. Looking down, he finds himself in a cast.

“You shouldn’t be moving, dumbass.”

Looking up, he’s relieved to find Junmyeon glaring down at him, arms crossed and looking so displeased. “First Jongin, now you. You guys really trying to get yourselves killed?”

He manages to crack a grin, trying his best to lesson Junmyeon’s worries. He never meant for this to happen, especially not with what happened to Jongin recently. None of his members need another scare like that. He’s just so glad to be alive, honestly. “Sorry, man. I—I lost my head back there, I guess.”

“Yeah.” Junmyeon sighs, lips pursing into a thin line. “Shouldn’t have raced those bastards.”

“Yeah.” Chen agrees, silently resigned with what happened. Still, he was so fucking mad about his car. He had that Nissan Skyline for so long, it was his most treasured possession and—

His thoughts suddenly stop. His hands begin to tremble when he remembers something, and he forces out the question, “...How is she?”

Junmyeon goes silent. That’s never a good sign.

Chen trembles harder, eyes trained on Junmyeon, searching for a hint of her fate in his features. No. No it can’t be. Please no. “Well?”

“She’s, uh, okay.” He answers, his composure becoming uneasy, which is unlike him.

But still, he said she’s okay. So she must be alive, right? He wouldn’t lie about something like that.

“Okay, well.” Chen tries to get up, and Junmyeon hurries to stop him. “I need to see her.”

“You need to rest, Chen.” Junmyeon urges, pushing him back down onto the bed but Chen fights as best as he can in his state. 

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Please, I need to see her.”

“No, Jongdae, listen to me. You...you shouldn’t see her right now.”

The uneasiness in his heart grows worse and he pauses, trying to catch Junmyeon’s eye but he seems to be avoiding him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, uh...she’s hasn’t woken up yet.” He answers, but Chen knows that’s not all there is to the story.

“Tell me, dammit!” Chen screams, so tired of this conversation. “What happened to her?”

“Alright!” Junmyeon raises his hands in defeat, letting out a long sigh. He becomes much more serious, placing a comforting hand on Chen’s shoulder. “Just...calm down, okay?”

Baekhyun and Sehun are both in the room when Chen hobbles into her hospital room with Junmyeon helping him. They don’t say a word as step out after Chen takes a seat beside her bed.

Chen sucks in a sharp breath at the bandages around her head.

“Oh god.” He whispers, feeling his throat tighten and his heart so immensely heavy in his chest. He reaches for her hand, holding it tightly in his own and feeling how cold it is. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

It’s been so long since he cried; he thought he forgot how to. But the sting in his eyes and the pain he feels hits him so hard he struggles to even breathe.

How could this happen? How could he let this happen?

She was so kind, so innocent...she doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve her.

She’s too good for him.

He should never have slept with her, never should have let her in. He should have left it at the first date, forever keeping her on the other side of the line.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t keep her away and now she has to pay for his weakness.

This is all his fault.

He ruined her forever.

The butterfly he tattooed on her collarbone peaks out from under her hospital gown, mocking him, reminding him of what he’s done.

He ripped her beautiful wings and she’ll never be able to fly again.

There’s nothing more he can do but repeat “I’m sorry” over and over again, praying to whatever merciful God out there that she’ll be okay. To let her wake up and smile at him again.

He doesn’t remember how he fell asleep like that, but Sehun and Junmyeon woke him up with dried tear streaks down his face, still gripping her hand tightly. They had to rip him away from her and practically carry him back to his own room. He was too tired to make a ruckus, but he didn’t want to leave if he had the choice. He wanted to be there when she woke up and apologize properly. When he went back to his room, the nurse scolded him for a while, but she let him off easy after seeing his swollen, red-rimmed eyes.

Junmyeon also got a small scolding for letting the patient walk about like that and how dangerous it is. Chen felt bad about it, but didn’t regret seeing her.

No one said a word about her condition after that, just simply telling him to eat and sleep properly so he’ll get better quicker. Baekhyun made a joke or two about how the garage will be quiet for a while, but how it won’t be as artistic.

Somehow it made Chen feel worse so Baekhyun stopped.

The sun’s already gone, and visiting hours are over soon. Junmyeon nags him once more about resting before they leave, seeing they won’t be getting a reaction out of Chen right now.

The room is dark and silent once they leave and Chen sits on his bed, just staring at his hands. 

His mind is so blank he wonders if he might’ve actually died already.

He kind of wishes he did so he won’t hurt like this.

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Favorite Fics 2019

hi hello it’s me your local mess. ok so this hit me on my way to work the other day and since it’s friday i feel like today is a good day to hopefully make someone’s day/night/weekend a little brighter? 

i love reading fanfics. periodt. there are lots of incredible writers out there on this site and other platforms who take time to write beautiful fics about the real people and characters and their emotional support kpop ladies and gentlemen to show their love and appreciation so i want to dedicate this to my favorite fics of this year. these fanfics are of varying lengths and genres but they all have two things in common 1) they were posted this year 2) i love them.

(most of these are exo but i have some other groups sprinkled in there too)

other favorite fics of mine can be found under my fic recs tag!

A Decade of Midnights by @chogi-wae 

queen of noir! grumpy chenneth! sexy detectives! murder mystery! do i even have to say anything else? oh yes! we also get coroner!baekhyun 

ps: jae has a sequel started for this with two parts already having me at the edge of my seat. i love all of jae’s writing but this one takes the cake

Enough by @yeoldontknow

anything kat touches turns golden and holy mother of everything that is self-love and reflection. this is a fic for all us sexy ladies with a body that doesn’t conform to what society has decided is “beautiful”. i can’t call myself plus size in any way but i do not have a flat tummy or legs for days or perky titties. quite the opposite; i’m a short lady with love handles, saggy tits and stomach rolls (yes we’re going tmi here but it’s important ok). park chanyeol is the opposite of that and he’s the best fucking man ever in this fic. he’s a muscle man but he’s a man with the biggest heart and he says “you have a cute butt” which is enough reason for you to read this. when i feel bad about myself, i think about enough and i become a little happier

Empty Vessels 

another yeoldontknow masterpiece! i stand by the statement that this is the best fic i have ever read. probably read this five times already and i think about it almost daily. junmyeon is a witch from salem and that’s only one of the many reasons for you to check this out and hopefully fall in love with it as much as i have. it’ll rip your heart out and stomp on it. dub me professional empty vessels promoter already kat!! 

Dichotomy by @kyungseokie

dia hurts you in the best possible way with this fic. bawl my eyes out every damn time i read this because fucking hell this is emotional investment and hearts broken and everything hurts and this is not your average love triangle where one guy is obviously worse than the other. NO! this can go either way and you just want everyone to be happy and baekhyun needs a hug!

Teacher’s Pet by @suhoerections

teacher junmyeon getting called daddy “threatening” to bend you over his desk and fuck you hard is a lot for a suhoe stan such as myself to think about but i’m not mad, just jorny.

Clouded by @mayrubyy

uhm yes do you want to cry some more? this is an emotional rollercoaster, you have been warned! this fic has great potential and it’s maya’s child and when the next part is posted you know shit will go down and ashjgff i have no words only love for both the author aka my baby and the fic itself🥺💖

Familiar Stranger by @myforeverforlife

love love love love LOVE familiar stranger! a beautiful story about reader losing all memories of the last five years due to an accident which includes her entire life with fiancé kim jongdae. dae is an angel, we all know that, but he’s somehow even more angelic as the most patient person ever in familiar stranger. this hits right in the feels (can you tell i love to read angst ahjdsf) and it’s not your usual wham bam thank you ma’am all-memories-recovered-in-five-seconds kind of situation either and i’m praying for another update of this because this is not just one of the best fics of this year but one of my favorites period.

Sunny Side Up by @dreaminghaos

i love everything fee writes with a burning passion y’all

this fic is everything everything everything!!! i can’t get enough of this fic and i probably never will get enough of it either because i love this pairing and i’m in love with struggling writer!jeonghan 

Magnetic by @softyexo 

did anyone say ceo!myeon? this is a recent love of mine. i read it just the other day and have been thinking about it non-stop since. absolutely in love with oc’s and junmyeon’s dynamic in this one and it feeds all my lovesickness for this man made of pure husband material. thanks for coming to this ted talk.

Hold on to silence by @dropsofletters

amazing! show stopping! incredibly unique! absolutely astonishing! idiots in love! omg i LOVE this one! yixing as chanhun’s manager is everything i didn’t know i needed and holy crap this is such a lovely story please read it and experience the feels™

Neon Moon by @kyungseokie

they were roleplaying! ROLEPLAYING!

Trauma by @baekwell--tart

dad and secret mafia man!byun falls in love with his babysitter after being an absolute asshole to her and oh my god i am so invested in this masterpiece. whenever bella updates trauma i yell. i’ve re-read this many times already and i continue to find new reasons why i love this story with my whole entire being

Mr. Byun

bella once again proving that she writes the most amazing bbh fics. angst and smut combined i swear i was a whole lot worked up with all the spice in this one and then i cried like a baby when it ended. have i told you that i’m a very emotionally stable person?🤡

Bedazzling Heart of Gold by @baekonsforbreakfast

i love this song! baekhyun gets dumped and falls in love with oc who runs one of the biggest hostess bars in all of sk and holy crap you just love everyone in this fic. even that one character who you feel like you should hate but kind of still empathize with on a deeply emotional level. no? just me? ok then. i love you belle and i hope you know how much i enjoy your writing💗

Mr. Muscles by @chogi-wae

short and sweet drabble about oc biting jun’s bicep. no but for real i’ve read this one countless times and i just love a domestic jun so go ahead and read duality and dyson as well because nobody writes cute domestic fluff like jae ilysm

Money Makes Her Smile by @ninibears-erigom

mrs gom has written one of the dirtiest but also loveliest smut series of 2019. jongdae’s part was posted yesterday and holy fuck i have never read better jongdae smut ever i think

Business Before Pleasure by @pcychedelic

actor minseok! i repeat: actor minseok!

they get down and dirty in like the second chapter and i’m in love. not because of the obvious spiciness but because the amazing portrayal of minseok in this fic. love a strong female character? then you will love oc too!

High Voltage by @skyesins

SIN! THIS IS SIN! I LOVED EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS FIC AND PART TWO IS EVEN BETTER!

there’s also the original ofc version on asian fanfics for those who aren’t into reader inserts and it’s just as good! 

Literally every single aesthetic that @kpop-daze has written but some favorites include exo as broken love / exo as ephemeral tenderness /  exo as fleeting heartbreak 

Unfitting by @heechulhamster

SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK that is all

no wait... this has real descendants of the sun vibes and i love it so much can i have a soldier!xiu por favor

Fire and Frost by @writing-exo-things

queen of drabbles! i love every single one of them but this one is next level™ i cried like a baby this is truly amazing!!!

Take Care by @omyeol 

 g o d i felt this fic on a deeply spiritual and emotional level 

False Hope by @pastel-kpop

i hate you and i love you for writing this it still hurts reading this like YES MAKE ME HURT AYESHA THEY ARE IDIOTS 

Mocha by @stainandscribble  

the whole café series is lovely but mocha and espresso really stuck out to me i’m so soft for the whole aesthetic of these! 

ever imagined that jackson wang is your date to your brother’s wedding? well @softseunies did and it turned out fucking amazing! what i love the most is that it’s very open for interpretation and of course jackson is always a mood when will he be my date and mayhaps potential bf at the wedding of the brother i don’t have?

little forest by @myforeverforlife

I LOVE THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! L O V E THIS!

not his to love by @boogerines

can you hear me sobbing? this hurts so much let me go back to crying over this again after i re-read this for the nth time

this blurb right here is adorable @sprinklesofktrash did that!

wild valley by @fairyyeols

wild valley is that bitch™ and that’s all i have to say i live and breathe for this installation of exo customs my favorite, in fact

blossoms in the wind by @marshmallow-phd

don’t @ me but this goblin!au with junmyeon as the goblin and baekhyun as the grim reaper is more intriguing than the drama and that’s saying a lot but i cry with every new chapter ohmygoddddd

wrong number by @yeoldotcom

i’m a hoe for fake texts and zee makes the best ones🥺🥺🥺🥺

also love love love bf!jun in food buddies

break up with me by @exoangst

don’t mind me i’m just crying in a corner as i read this for the millionth time and cry over how well written oc is and how fucking amazing that breakup scene is like has anyone done it like that before? maybe, idk but this is the only one that counts 

[mymoodwriting]

Blood Moon

Sehun x Vampire!Chanyeol

Genre: Vampire AU

Warning: Blood, Fangs, Anxiety, Fear

Words: 2.2K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Epilogue

Prompt: Sehun’s life had always been uneventful and lonely. People never really stuck around, so when he finds himself kidnapped by a beautiful stranger he doesn’t know how to feel. Should he be happy that he’s wanted by someone or concerned with escaping even if no one would care he was missing. The only other issue was his kidnapper, who clearly wasn’t human.

     Sehun retreated to his room again, refusing to go out. Chanyeol would come by and leave food, but he only ever had a bite or two. Unlike before, only Chanyeol stayed home, part of his punishment. He still wanted to leave, but he knew it would be a lot harder now. One particular day it was Baekhyun who came to feed him.

 “Look, I know you’re upset or whatever, but you gotta eat. You’re not goin-”

     Since the beginning Sehun didn’t get along with Baekhyun, so the boy trying to give him advice was annoying. Sehun went over and threw the food at him, ignoring his own hunger. He glared, Baekhyun quietly processing what had just happened.

 “That… is uncalled for!”

     Baekhyun showed his fangs and lunged at Sehun, but he was held back. Chanyeol had come into the room, grabbing Baekhyun and dragging him out. Sehun was relieved, knowing his bite would only hurt him. Chanyeol came back in the room and sat down on the bed.

 “Alright, go off.”

 “What?”

 “I’m gonna sit here and listen, so whatever you want to say to me, you can say it now.”

 “Really?”

 “Yeah.”

       Sehun didn’t really believe him, but he had been holding a lot in. He started pacing around the room, avoiding the food stains, which he hoped would come out. This was his room after all and he didn’t want it smelling bad.

 “You’re a fucken asshole.” He began. “A monster really! You just took me off the streets like I didn’t matter! I am a person, not some toy or blood bag for you. And I know this is even more fucked up cause your vampire friends yelled at you for locking me up! I don’t want to be your fucken pet! You think you can just have whatever you want, you’re just some rich brat and you’re fucken insane! I want to go home Chanyeol! Back to my life, and forget this ever happened to me. I’m already behind and-”

 “No one cares. Your phone hasn’t rang once since I brought you here. No one’s worried about you, there’s no missing persons report, nothing. I knew even before I tasted your blood that I wanted you, I knew you were lonely and deserved better.”

 “Better? You think being locked up and kept prisoner is better! You’re delusional!”

       Sehun had really gotten into the argument by then, and every word that came out of Chanyeol’s mouth just fueled his anger. He grabbed the discarded fork and lunged at Chanyeol, the anger fueling his desire to attack and fight, but he didn’t get far. In the blink of an eye Sehun was pinned down on the bed, Chanyeol staring at the fork.

 “Bold… did you think you could actually hurt me? That’s cute.” He took the fork from Sehun, tossing it aside. “I think punishment is in order, then again, I’m a bit hungry so.”

 “No!”

       Sehun squirmed, panicking when he saw the fangs. His strength was no match but he was saved by the bell. As Chanyeol was about to pierce his skin his phone rang. The boy rolled his eyes and sat up, keeping an eye on Sehun as he answered.

 “What… what… why… no I… yeah, yeah… fine… I’ll get on that.”

       Chanyeol hung up, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighed, looking over at Sehun who’s fighting attitude had clearly died down.

 “It’s a good thing Junmyeon took you shopping.”

 “What?”

 “We’re having a dinner party tonight, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

 “A dinner party?”

 “Yes. So wash up, I’m sure we could use your help in the kitchen.”

       Once Chanyeol was gone Sehun took a breath. He was relieved he wasn’t bitten but now he had this dinner party thing to worry about. He didn’t know how to cook so he felt he really wouldn’t be any help in the kitchen, besides he wanted nothing to do with this party. He stayed in his room, that is until he got hungry. As soon as he stepped out of his room he could smell the delicious aroma in the air. He was quick to salivate, making his way to the kitchen.

 “It smells good…”

 “Hey, I was expecting you sooner.” Jongdae commented. “Chanyeol said you were going to help.”

 “I… I’m not a good cook…”

 “That’s okay.” Kyungsoo came into the kitchen. “You can help in your own way.”

 “So… what’s this dinner party anyway?”

 “Business thing, lots of guys in suits so you know.”

 “What will you guys do, besides cook.”

 “We mingle for a while, but we don’t have to stick around.”

 “So I don’t have to-”

 “No you do, after dinner and everything else you can go to your room if you want to.”

 “Can’t I-”

 “If you wanna skip it then you’re gonna have to talk to Minseok.”

 “Okay never mind then… what can I do?”

     Sehun never really cooked, but the chef in the kitchen was patient with him, Jongdae was just helping around too, the real chef being Kyungsoo. Apparently Chanyeol was in the kitchen earlier, but had gone off to prepare the house with the others. While Sehun cooked he snuck a few bites in, having originally come cause he was hungry, and he was scolded a few times.

 “Sehun.” The boy froze when he heard Chanyeol’s voice. “Come on, let’s go.”

 “We… where?”

 “Let’s go.”

 “Okay…”

       Sehun was shaking but he followed Chanyeol, going back to his room. Chanyeol didn’t say anything, just going into the closet, rummaging around. Sehun waited anxiously to see what was going to happen, hoping Chanyeol wouldn’t bite him.

 “I think this looks good.” Chanyeol held up a suit. “Junmyeon picked out some nice ones.”

 “Why… do I have to-”

 “Yes. You’re not hiding away. Look I don’t enjoy these things either, but Junmyeon and Minseok need to keep things professional and organized, so, dinner party. You’re wearing this, so, shower.”

 “Excuse me?”

 “Shower time, come on.”

       Chanyeol went over to Sehun, grabbing his shirt but the boy quickly stopped him. The vampire smirked, giving Sehun a look of warning, and the boy complied. After he was out of his clothes he was lead to the bathroom, helped with the shower like a child, and then dressed. It was the first time he had been in a suit, the first time he had ever worn something so expensive.

 “You look great.”

 “How… how long do I have to be there for?”

 “After dinner if you wanna come lock yourself up in here, you can.”

 “Do I need to talk to anyone?”

 “A mere hello and simple introduction if they ask. Don’t be an asshole.”

 “I’ll try…”

 “You’ll try?”

 “I… I won’t be an asshole.”

 “Good.”

 “Sehun.” There was a knock on the door. “Come on.”

       Chanyeol opened the door, Junmyeon walking in. He smiles at both of them, then glares at Chanyeol.

 “Are you seriously not dressed?”

 “I was helping Sehun.”

 “Yeah I can see that, now go get ready.”

 “Alright, I’m going, I’m going.”

 “Sehun, you look great.”

 “Um… thanks…”

 “Come on, you can help finish setting the table.”

 “Yeah…”

       Junmyeon took Sehun’s hand and led him to the dinning hall. The place was much more luxurious than he remembered from earlier, clearly ready for a fancy cocktail party. Sehun helped set the table, and then took a seat, the others with him, except for the vampires. The others talked but he stayed quiet, not sure what to expect from the night. Soon after others started appearing, people he’d never seen before, taking a seat at the table.

       Kyungsoo helped bring out the dishes with Chanyeol, and everything smelled delicious, it tasted wonderful as well. The discussion at the table was something he didn’t understand, nor did he care to. He felt so awkward and nervous, wanting to make that feeling go away. Besides water there was a glass of wine for all of them.

       Sehun reached over and grabbed his glass, planning to drink it all down, but he didn’t. After the first gulp he realized an all too familiar taste in the wine, blood. He started gagging, quick to spit out his drink, all eyes on him now. He didn’t like the attention, getting up and hurrying to his room.

     Chanyeol was about to follow, but he was told to sit down, Junmyeon being asked to go check on the little one. Sehun ran into the bathroom of his room, washing out his mouth frantically, wanting the lingering taste to be gone. He jumped when there was a knock at the door, seeing Junmyeon peeking his head into the bathroom.

 “Probably should have mentioned the wine has a special ingredient.”

 “Yeah, would have been nice.”

 “Sorry, it’s not something we realized would be a problem. If you want some wine I can-”

 “No, no please… I think I’m done.”

 “Hm?”

 “I’m not hungry anymore…”

 “You did eat, but the night-”

 “Please… I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m just awkward at the table.”

 “Oh come on, you’re not.”

 “I appreciate you not wanting to exclude me, but…”

 “I get it… you’re excused early from dinner. I’ll talk with Minseok.”

 “Wait, really?”

 “Yeah, you should get some rest, and clean up.”

 “Thanks.”

       Sehun was relieved he got a pass and would be left alone. He continued cleaning his mouth till he couldn’t taste the blood anymore, getting out of the monkey suit and into something more comfortable. He wasn’t really that tired but he had nothing else to do, and besides, sleeping will make the night go by faster.

 ♥♥♥♥♥

 “Aren’t you cute.”

       Sehun was woken up by a hand on his face. He expected Chanyeol, coming to visit him after the party, but when he opened his eyes he was met with a stranger’s face. He was frozen in fear, unsure of what was going on.

 “No wonder they hid you away.”

       The stranger showed their fangs and Sehun found his strength. He screamed, trying to get away, but he was pinned down. He was afraid of being bitten, a hand over his mouth to shut him up. He thought he was done for but then the vampire was thrown off of him. Sehun suddenly found himself in Chanyeol’s arms.

 “What is going on here?” Minseok had come in. “What happened?”

 “This asshole nearly bit Sehun!” Chanyeol yelled.

 “What? Ramirez, if that boy was on the menu I would have mentioned it!”

 “Why do you even have a human in your house!”

 “I see dinner is over now, so get out.”

       Minseok glared at the two boys in bed, clearing out the house, and beginning to clean up. Sehun didn’t say anything, didn’t complain or fight Chanyeol, still scared over what had happened. The two didn’t leave the room, the older one trying to calm down Sehun and assure him everything was fine. Although his caring nature quickly changed when Minseok came back in.

 “This is all your fault!” Chanyeol spat. “To have a party now of al-”

 “That party was planned months ago. What happened tonight was not anyone’s fault, only your own. This and every other problem we’ve had is because of your refusal to turn him or let him go!” Minseok took a breath. “Chanyeol, he will always be in danger if he stays here as a human, this is the last time I am going to say it. If something like this happens again, we’re going to vote on it, do I make myself clear?”

 “Crystal.”

 “Good. Then good night.”

       The door shut behind Minseok after he left, the room filled with silence. Sehun had calmed down a bit but he was still scared. Getting bit by Chanyeol he was used to, even if one of the other vamps or miinus did it he’d be relatively okay, given he knows them, but to almost get bitten by a stranger, that was worrisome. He’d already been told so much about bonds and stuff he rather be bonded to Chanyeol than some random vamp, especially given what Yixing told him about, that they aren’t all kind to their miinus.

 “Do you want me to make you some tea?” Chanyeol asked after a moment. “To help you sleep.”

 “No… I’m fine…”

 “I… I’m sorry.”

 “What?”

 “This is my fault. I haven’t… we need to talk about this.”

 “We don’t need to talk.” Sehun pulled himself away. “I want to leave, and that’s final!”

 “Okay… we… we can… we can talk about this tomorrow.”

 “I already gave you-”

 “You’re also still freaking out over what happened. Tomorrow. So, good night.”

       Chanyeol got up to leave but Sehun grabbed his hand. The boy didn’t look at him, hiding his face and whispering.

 “Can you… stay…”

 “What?”

 “Stay… until I fall asleep… please.”

 Chanyeol couldn’t hide his little smile. “I can do that.”

       Sehun held onto him for a while longer before letting go and getting into bed. Chanyeol cautiously laid down next to him, making sure the boy had enough of the blanket to wrap around himself. They could have talked but he knew the little one would want silence, and his presence was enough to put him at ease. This was good for them, and hopefully help to change his mind.

[la-luna-es-hermosa]

Ang Halimaw - Kabanata Isa. Mahiwagang Gubat

Translation: The Monster - Chapter One. Enchanted Forest

※ Main Masterlist ※  Ang Halimaw Masterlist ※ Time Traveller!AU || Immortal!AU || War!AU || Filipino Mythology!AU ※ Series || Genre: Smut || Angst || Adventure || Romance || Horror ※ Pairing: Kim Jongin x OC (Paula) ※ Summary: Paula, an eighteen-year-old Filipino-American girl goes back to her province after her grandmother’s death. She will go on an adventure as she tries to find the village her late grandma grew up in. In a twist of events, she never knew that she will see her grandma’s lover and fall madly in love with him. Will he save her in his peculiar world? ※ Warning: Age Gap, Dub Con, (Technically) Incest, Swearing ※ Word Count: 1930 ※ Note: I was inspired by Miss Peregrine’s Home of The Peculiar Children and I Love You Since 1892 for this one. I can’t even sleep while writing chapter four and three on this story. - I was scared shitless. 

Grandma’s stories exploring the forbidden forest always amaze Paula. I wish I could go on an adventure of my life in a place like that. Paula never really had the chance to get out of her house most of the time since she came from an immigrant family and they aren’t living in a Filipino community. People often bullied her and her sister because they live in this white majority gated community. That often left Paula in her own world. In a world where magic, time travel existed. 

She always talked about her friend Lucille and how she fell in love with the same man Lucille treasured. The love of her life. Paula listened to her attentively. She is always curious about Lucille, the woman the Jongin fell in love with. When her grandma died at the age of 100, she left her with a box. It had a framed picture of Lucille and the said Jongin in the mansion, she was wearing a white gown and he was wearing a suit and tie. They really looked like a married couple, which they were. She wished her grandma had someone else. - That’s how she got here in the first place. That is why she walked and explored it. She wants to see it.

Grandma was the one who adopted Lucille’s son with Jongin. Her uncle Delfin. “I still remember vivid memories of running with Delfin as we got out of Chalamaria. Delfin was very small at that time.” Stella told Paula.

Ah… The polluted air of Manila. It has been a while since I saw Manila. I live in the US now. Manila is a big place, yet I don’t remember it being like this. - Maybe it’s jet lag that’s making her think that way. She held tightly on my luggage. Waiting for a taxi to get me to the bus station. Her parents refused to come with her. When the taxi arrived, it was a long ride from the airport to the hotel. She opened her phone and listened to music. Ah… She always loved the music of the 50s.

When she arrived at the bus station, she doesn’t where she’s going. She got inside the bus. She opened her phone and listened to music again. She grabbed her wallet and she smiled as she was holding her grandma’s wedding picture. She can see the woman’s smile on the picture. The bus ride was longer than the taxi. Yet it gave her rest. When she sees the lush agricultural area of her country.

When the excruciatingly long bus ride was over, she immediately had a sigh of relief as she held her small luggage with her backpack. “Where is the town of Chalamaria?” She asked the people around the nearby town. “Ask the elders. Haven’t heard that name since.” The college student said. She walked more into the town. She asked more people around. People around the nearby village always told her that the enchanted forest was a dangerous place that no one should go to. - Let alone a young and untested eighteen-year-old. She couldn't care less. She just wants this Jongin to fill in the cracks in their beautiful love story. She has so many questions unanswered by my grandmother. Anxiety started rushing in her veins. Then, only one woman came in to answer her.

“Hello?” She asked an elderly woman. The woman seemed to not hear her and continued on stirring her ube halaya. - A Filipino jam made out of purple yam, milk, and sugar. The smell is very familiar as her grandma used to make it for her. The thing definitely smelled like sweet childhood memories.

“Hello?!” She said it one more time, louder. “Yes, darling?” The woman replied. “Do you know where Chalamaria is?” She asked the lady. The woman smiled bitterly, it looked like a bad memory went to her. “Yes. According to legends, Chalamaria is a town that existed 70 years ago. It was burnt by the Japanese. Everything was gone except the ruins of the big mansion. It’s filled with monsters. Nobody wants to ever go there.” She didn’t care. Those aren’t real. - She assured herself. 

The old woman continued speaking. “Women are not allowed to enter that area.” She said to Paula. “Why?” Paula was beyond curious about why she’d say that or the fact Chalamaria doesn’t exist on google maps at all. Any map she sees, no results. Sometimes she feels her grandma is lying to her. But, there is a historical text of the said town.

“I’d still go.” She said to the elder. The elder was shocked to hear what she said. "What is she thinking?" The old woman mumbled and went back to stirring her halaya. “Young people these days…” “I never saw someone as determined as her. Well, maybe this will be the last time I will see her.”

"Why?" She asked the woman. She was stopped in her tracks. "If you're a virgin, it's a bigger warning. Virgin young girls never make it alive. We even call it the virgin paradise. Because of the virgins that never leave.” The old lady continued. When she heard of that, Paula’s heart raced even more. Knowing her grandma survived Chalamaria, she can as well. Her grandma was the only virgin who did not die on the island.

“Minseok knew that Lucille doesn’t love him.” Grandma always said. She feels pity for my grandfather, but at the same time, I feel sad for my grandma who never met her lover again. It was a pity for grandma to know they were never destined to each other.

“Before I met Junmyeon, I met a man named Kim Jongin. He was handsome, he’s a Korean man living in our country during the Japanese occupation. I was with Lucille. She fell in love with him the first sight.” The story was as old as time as I would say. She always held onto her memories. Many say Jongin is dead, but she never believed it. It still can't wrap around her head why a stupid man like Jongin would leave her grandma.

“He was incredibly handsome. Even as old as I am, I still vividly remember his beautifully sculpted form, his kissable lips, golden complexion, his irresistible charm, everything about him. He’s probably dead by now. I never went back to the forest where I found him… old age as well as he never wanted me to go back.” She always tells her. Gosh, she can be an erotica writer just by the way she describes him. It's such a pity I never got to meet this man. - Paula thought.

As Lucille died, and in accordance with Stella’s wishes, she told Paula to go back to the mansion and wear the wedding dress while doing so. - Well, that's why Paula is walking in the forest in a white 40's wedding dress while wearing her grandma's pearl necklace. Given by Jongin to Stella. She truly looked like her grandma. She was just as beautiful as the former was. "The wedding dress was the dress Stella wore before letting him go. It was the dress." That was from her grandma’s words.

Her grandma never had enough time to tell her the whole story. Why did Jongin also give her things if Lucille was his true love? Why is grandma thinking of him like that if they’re only friends? There are many burning questions in Paula’s head. The story has so many holes. So many unanswered questions she wants answers. And what better way to hear that than hearing it from the man himself.

Then, that's why she packed her bags and decided over a three day Journey. Rain or shine, she walked through it all. She was always reminded by Grandma's warnings. "Do not take a picture of the house." She is literally going on a journey to nowhere. This place is closed by the government. Nobody knew of this place's existence.

As she started walking, she saw something. A ruined sign with rust and termite. “Welcome to Chalamaria.” She read the sign as she touched each letter. A faint smile appeared in her face. She furrowed her brows and opened the rusted golden gate. The town is filled with ruins. - Oh, so that’s Chalamaria, an early 1900s luxury town. - She thought to herself. She walked passed all the mansions and she saw a graffiti that said “BURN THE RICH” the graffiti seems old. 

I want to see if this Jongin is still alive. I can feel he still is even if I never met him. It’s not a jump of blood because I am not related to him. Then, while walking in the vast and beautiful landscapes, I saw something. Is this it? Is this his house? I saw the house was rotten, it looked like ruins. It has aged through time, so I took a picture of the house, admiring the beauty it has.

Even if it was old. She did that, disregarding her grandma's advice. She was curious. She looked closer at it and saw an old skeleton wearing a suit and slacks with blood like the one in the old photo her grandma told her to treasure. Is this the Jongin? She knew he'd be dead but not in this horrific way. Jongin died 80 years ago. The day Lucille got married to him. Looking at the skull, the man was hit with a missile or a bomb of some sort.

Suddenly the clouds started pushing back, like a rewind at a super-fast rate. It felt like someone was pressing the switch multiple times over and over again. The skull wearing a suit just magically disappeared. She looked at her watch and it started suddenly pushing back time. She started looking at the surroundings "What the fuck is going on?" She asked herself as the skies suddenly go back and the house almost started repairing itself. Maybe this is why her grandma always told her not to get a picture of that house. She saw her phone not being able to open.

It looked like a flipbook right in front of her eyes. She never thought she'd ever see something as beautiful as this one ever in her lifetime. She can't believe that the stories her grandmother told is true. The story that got her grandma labeled as crazy from the day she went back to the village as she started telling everyone. Everyone believed Jongin wasn't real, in fact, he is. Right here and there.

Maybe this is why no one wants to go to the enchanted forest. - She thought to herself as she slowly walked. Holding firm to her backpack, she suddenly felt something was off as she saw a gated mansion. Her grandma told many great stories about this mansion. Her adventures with Lucille. She looked at her phone about that mansion. It was supposed to be rotten, filled with leaves and it was supposed to be old. - But the mansion in front of her looked new. It looked exactly like in the pictures but new.

She decided to open the golden gate and give it a knock. “Is there anyone here?” She asked nicely. Then suddenly, someone opened the door. She was shocked to see him. A man wearing a tailored suit, looking at his Rolex. He had a beautiful golden tan complexion. He has very soft and kissable lips, beautiful almond eyes. Is he Jongin or this is a fucking joke? He's supposed to be dead by now. What the hell? - She thought to herself.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Notice Me!~Kim Junmyeon/Suho x Black! R&B Star! Fem! Reader {2}

Previous Parts: 1  2 3

Pairing: Suho x reader

Summary: With your support sent out to EXO as a fan and a potential collaborator, you awaken to a massive wave of support from your fans, along with fellow EXOls. However, a vocal majority of them aren’t too keen about you working with their bias band. All of this anxiety comes to a head as your supports push you towards the idea of a collaboration, including Suho himself.  

Warnings: Toxic fans, racist comments and negative thoughts. 

Writer’s Note: Here’s chapter 2, I hope you guys enjoy and let me know if you want any more EXO fics/series, requests are open! I also want to add that this is purely fictional, I don’t know Halsey (Ashley) personally, so if she acts a little odd I’m sorry. And another thing about this fic and others I write, the Kpop idols speak English, since I don’t want to butcher any translations or Korean words, since I do not speak the language. Maybe in the future, but not now! Thanks!  

Word Count: 1, 583

I could hardly sleep at the sound of my phone buzzing like a madman. Of course the sun peaking through my blinds didn’t help, along with Ashley’s bed hogging ass. Next time I’m taking the couch instead of sharing my bed, jeez. 

I shift over on my back to reach for my phone, it comes to life at my slight touch and overwhelms me with so many notifications I almost tumble from the bed. 

“Mmh,” Ashley groans, “quit moving.” 

She kicks my foot softly, but I don’t react at all, most of my attention is on my phone. 

My Twitter bell icon stays red with a swarm of notifications, messages, likes and retweets. I’m trending, right underneath with EXO and of course BTS. 

“Uh, Ash, look! Look!”

I nudge her a few times before she rolls over with hair stuck to her cheek and a scowl. 

“Y/N, I-I need at least one more hou—”

“Look!” I scold.

We both stay captivated by the tiny screen as Ashley’s finger scrolls down some of the comments. 

They read:

Um, SM we need a Empress Dee Dee/ EXO collab, stat!

Aw, Junmyeon was soo cute, I lowkey ship it!

Finally a Kpop band reaching out for a black artist, I wish someone would follow through too *cough, cough BTS

“Holy shit,” Ashley says, “they really love this idea, did your publicist call you about it yet? Y/N?”

Her voice is drowned out as more of the comments turn sour. 

A lot of them read:

Western Artist X Kpop Artist= trash

Black people should stay with their own music, it wouldn’t mix with EXO’s sound

Gross, please don’t tell me Junmyeon has a thing for that black girl, why not a Korean woman?

They continue to flood my feed, most of them turning more daunting than the rest. 

“Ok, enough Twitter for one morning,” Ashley says as she takes the phone. 

“You’re right,” I say, “I need some more sleep.”

Ashley frowns as I lay back against my pillow and yank the covers up and over my face. 

“Y/N, come on,” Ashley groans, “you seriously gonna let these assholes get under your skin?”

I nod against the sheets. 

“Half of them are right Ash,” I say, “why would any of EXO collab with me? There are many other Kpop artists who are better anyway.”

“Um, but none of them are Empress Dee Dee, are they?” Ashley asks.

I shrug. 

“They aren’t black though, Ash,” I note. 

Ashley gives me an incredulous look. 

“That’s got nothing to do with it,” Ashley growls. 

Her words strike an unexpected nerve within me as I push the covers away and sit back up.

“Nothing?! “ I snap, “Ash, it’s everything to do with it! Racism still exists, even more prevalent now, especially with colorism still at an all time high!”  

Ashley frowns. 

“But I-”

I put a hand on Ashley’s own, the stark contrast of my brown skin and her pale one. 

“I know, I know who are Ashley, but it’s different for women like me, and darker skinned black women,” I say, “I just need you to understand that, please.”

Ashley nods. 

“I do,” she says, “but I need you to understand that it shouldn’t stop you! Don’t listen to what those assholes are saying!”

“Ash—”

“You love music, don’t you?” she asks. 

Her question throws me off, yet I nod anyway. 

“Of course I do,” I say. 

“Then focus on making music, talk to your publicist and agent about that EXO collab!” she declares.

I watch Ashley in half awe, half amusement as she tosses the sheets onto the floor like the drama queen she’s being. Maybe she should shoot for the Academy Awards rather than Grammys next year. 

“You know you gotta pick that up right,” I deadpan while gesturing to the splayed mess of covers below us on the floor. 

Ashley turns her nose up, but softens as she comes around to my side of the bed, sitting next to me and taking my hand.

“Don’t worry about the fucking bed spread and listen to me,” she says. 

I stare at her eyes, there’s this hint of desperation in them, as if I was the one who insulted her. Maybe I was a bit too much in my feelings. She cares about my wellbeing so much that I forget this affects her as well. 

“Promise me that you’ll stay all right through all of this,” she says, gripping my hand skin tight. 

I think of another comeback but save it for later.

“I promise Ash,” I vow, “now can you pick up the damn covers?”

Ashley frowns but rises to gather up the covers anyway.

“There. I’m doing it, now could you please call your publicist?”

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I reach for my phone on the nightstand. More notifications flood, a few missed calls from Daphne, my publicist and Todd, my agent. Great, now I have to deal with them. 

“I’m calling them back now, Ash,” I announce.

“Awesome,” she calls from the bathroom. 

I decide to go with Todd first, since he left the most missed calls. My heart beats heart against the insistent ring of the phone, it drawing out a bit longer than it usually should. 

“Hello, Y/N!” Todd calls. 

I gulp before speaking.

“Hi Todd, look I-I know I should have contacted Daph first about posting that tweet.”

Todd chuckles through the phone. 

“Y/N, that was a genius move! It seemed really genuine!” he exclaims.

I frown.

“Uh, I was completely genuine Todd, my heart was one hundred percent into it,” I say. 

“Oh, well that makes it even better, because I’ve already got in contact with the producers on the Ellen Show, and since EXO will be there promoting Obsession, we can finally have you both in talks for a collaboration!”

My stomach nearly drops. It’s exciting news, right? Getting to meet my bias band in front of me instead of a tiny computer screen, yet the circumstances got me worried. In front of all those people. Some of them could be any of those people spouting out hateful comments. 

“Er, Y/N,” Todd says, “you heard me, right?”

“I-I u-uh yeah!” I say, “j-just uh, fan girl nerves is all.”

Todd chuckles, but gets back to business as usual.

“No need to worry, it’s all scripted and Ellen has a way of making people calm, especially new guests,” he explains, “but this will really put you on the map! Considering you haven’t made a public appearance since your grammy snub and you’re gonna do it with one of the biggest kpop groups, ever! Don’t let those fangirl nerves get to you too much!”

I manage to cough up a tiny giggle. 

“Of course Todd, thank you.”

“Already have a flight set up for you in the morning, I told you that you’d skyrocket soon, didn’t I?” he asks. 

I roll my eyes but agree anyway.

“I know Todd, bye.”

“Get plenty of sleep, call me when you get there!” he urges before hanging up.

WIth him off the phone I can finally freak out in peace. Well until Ashley returns with her toothbrush a nosy look on her face. 

“Shit, by that face I’m assuming it didn’t go well, did it?” she asks. 

I shake my head and collapse backwards against the sheets. 

“I-It went unexpectedly well,” I admit, “EXO’s gonna be on Ellen for the first time, and I got a spot on there with them.” 

Ashley nearly jumps into the ceiling. 

“Are you fucking serious?!” she exclaims, “it hasn’t even been 24 hours yet!”

I nod against my pillow. 

“Right! God, I-I’m not ready for this,” I groan. 

Ashley shifts closer to wrap an arm around my shoulder.

“You got this sweetie,” she whispers, “I’m gonna take the shower first, that cool with you?”

I nod as she rises. 

“Oh and stay off Twitter,” she says as she goes back to the bathroom. 

Of course I don’t listen as I unlock my phone yet again. My eyes scan through all of the comments: good, bad, ugly and downright unnecessary. My finger stops at a previous V Live EXO recently did, or a clip at least. 

The caption of the video read:

Ya’ll Junmyeon is really out here caring about DeeDee, like a lot! When he gonna pull up 😂😂

I click it and there’s Suho, Baekhyun and Chen with soft looks, unlike the way they looked during their X-EXO concept stage. Beakhyun leans closer to the camera, scanning the comments I assume as Suho frowns. 

“Of course not!” Suho growls, “why would anyone say that?”

“What is it hyung?” Chen asks. 

Suho points at the screen. 

“Someone said that we thought DeeDee was ugly, why would you insult a beautiful woman like that?” he asks in disgust.

My breath gets hitched in my throat at his words. 

Baekhyun frowns this time.

“Aw, why are people making fun of DeeDee?” he groans, “don’t listen to them DeeDee! Stay strong! Keep smiling!!”

Chen nods sharply as Baekhyun continues to yell it obnoxiously.

Suho pushes him until he ceases and looks into the camera intensely. 

“The people who are saying this aren’t our fans, DeeDee,” he explains, “you’re amazing, stay all right, ok? Ok!”

Suho grins as he puts up his finger hearts as his smile widens.

The video ends, yet it doesn’t within my head. EXO actually stood up for me. This has got to be a dream. 

[gamerwoo]

Yixing: Side Job (Part 2)

Characters: Yixing x female reader (featuring Jongin, Sehun, and Junmyeon)

Genre/warnings: camboy au, barista au, crack, kinda fluffy, mentions of masturbation

Word count: 3,453

Summary: Your go-to to get off is your favorite camboy who goes by the name of Lay. Physically, he’s perfect, and everything he says leaves you breathless and wanting him to keep talking until you’re coming undone in front of your laptop. However, you notice that the new barista hired at the cafe down the street has a voice that sounds familiar…

Part 1 | Part 3

Coming home that day, you went straight to your room and flopped down on it face first. Your friend kept asking if you were feeling alright because you weren’t paying any attention at all the whole day. All you could think about was how Lay, your favorite camboy, was a barista just down the fucking street! And then that lead to the fact that he must’ve lived nearby, which was somehow even more terrifying.

There were three things you knew for sure: first, you weren’t sure you could ever watch another one of Lay’s streams; second, you were never stepping foot in that cafe ever again; third, Lay’s face was just as drop-dead gorgeous as his body.

No, not Lay. His name was Yixing. And you couldn’t get that out of your head for some reason. You knew Lay was probably some sort of alias, but you never expected you’d know his real name. It felt too...personal. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.

You spent the next few days trying to keep yourself as distracted as possible. You didn’t want to go watch any of his streams -- no matter how mentally and emotionally exhausted you felt -- and you didn’t want to build up the curiosity to go back to the cafe and see if he was there because some masochistic part of you wanted to go back and take in the fact that Lay was a real person that was right in front of you. But you wouldn’t let yourself do that.

It wasn’t until those few days had gone by that your promise to never return to the cafe was broken.

Jonginie: come keep me company :(

you: do you not realize what time it is???

Jonginie: but studying sucks and i need friends

you: sehun exists???

you: taemin exists????

you: jimin exists??????

Jonginie: sehun's getting laid, jimin’s at a concert, and the last time i invited taemin out late at night he got lost and i spent two hours trying to find him because he wouldn’t answer his phone

you: oh my god you big baby

you: where are you?

Jonginie: that little cafe down the street from your apartment :)

you: NO

you: NOPE

you: IM NOT GOING

Jonginie: ????

Jonginie: what the actual fuck is wrong with you

You couldn’t tell your best friend the reason you couldn’t go back to that cafe. You couldn’t admit that you watched a camboy and that camboy just happened to work there. You couldn’t tell him that the day before you ran into him, you donated $20 and called him Daddy as you begged for him to whip his dick out. You just couldn’t admit any of that.

So what excuse did you have to work with?

Jonginie: i’ll buy you your favorite!!! :)

None. You had no excuses at all.

you: i’ll be there in 10 ig

So you got dressed and put on your proverbial big girl pants before you grabbed your keys, slipped on your shoes, and left the house with your phone in your pocket just in case. Only Jongin would ask you to meet him at a coffee shop at 8pm so he could study and not be alone, so you, being a female, had to keep your phone with you at all times and have your keys in hand just in case -- and not just to unlock your door when you got home.

Thankfully, the walk to the cafe was uneventful, but you couldn’t get your brain to calm down the whole way there. You were just worrying about if Lay -- Yixing -- would be there. You didn’t even know what you were so worried about the longer you thought about it. It wasn’t like you had to talk to him. Just say hello, order, and then say thanks and have a good day. It was so simple but your stupid imagination was acting like he would somehow know you masturbated to him on a weekly basis. 

Taking a final deep breath, you opened the door to the cafe and walked in -- you also made note to check their hours and you were surprised to find the cafe had such late hours, but it was probably because there was a college campus nearby. You glanced at the counter, offering an awkward smile to the bored-looking girl working. She seemed to be the only one working, in fact, since the cafe was empty except for Jongin and some other poor college student that was typing away furiously on their laptop. 

“Hey!” Jongin grinned as you sat down across from him. The table was covered with papers, his textbook, and his notebook that he was scribbling in. “You should’ve told me when you were closer by so I could’ve ordered for you.”

“It’s fine, I can order for myself,” you shrugged.

“Alright, here’s my card,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and handed his card over to you. “I’m gonna use the bathroom really quick.”

As you both got up, you stopped at the counter while Jongin went passed it to where the restrooms were located. You greeted the poor barista before ordering what you wanted and paying for it. But as you waited for her to make your drink, you started to get curious. You figured you had nothing to lose if you were never coming back here -- starting tonight -- so you softly spoke up.

“Excuse me? Um...w-when does Yixing usually work?”

The girl looked up at the sound of your voice, “Yixing? Uh, usually mornings, I think.”

You nodded with a quiet “thanks”, happy she didn’t ask why you wanted to know. She finished making your drink and handed it to you with a “enjoy” that wasn’t nearly as chipper as the one Yixing gave you, but that was neither here nor there.

As you went back to your table, you smirked to yourself. Maybe you could find away around avoiding the cafe, especially since this seemed to be where Jongin liked to study now. If you just came here at night, you’d be safe. It made sense anyway -- nighttime was when Lay liked to stream. If you just didn’t come in the mornings, you were safe. You could easily get your coffee and not run into the boy that didn’t know you’d seen him naked way more times than you could count on one hand.

“What’re you smirking about?” Jongin scoffed as he walked back over to the table.

You cleared your throat, scrunching your face before letting it fall back to its neutral state, “Nothing. Do your homework.”

-

The cafe was back to being a safe space now that you knew Yixing’s -- Lay’s; you never knew what to call him, honestly -- schedule. You showed up quite a bit to keep Jongin company while he studied. Sometimes his other friends would join which was always...interesting to say the least -- especially with Taemin. Sometimes it was just you and Jongin with him complaining about how he hated homework and wondering why he went to college. 

After a couple weeks, you had calmed down enough to be able to go back to watching Lay’s streams. You figured there was no harm if you didn’t really know him and would never see him again, so...why not? Plus, you hadn’t gotten a really good orgasm ever since you stopped watching him and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You had to give in because you were weak.

A month had gone by and you were finally over your fear of seeing Lay at the cafe.

While you were packing your things up to go home from work, your phone vibrated. You took it out to check, seeing Jongin was texting you.

Jonginie: can i stay at your place tonight?

Jonginie: i miss you :(

you: okay whats the real reason

Jonginie: .......my roommate’s drunk and obnoxious and i probably won’t sleep tonight

Jonginie: BUT I SWEAR I ALSO MISS YOU

Jonginie: please?? :(((((

If you were going to host Jongin tonight, you’d need something to keep you awake after you got home. Typically you were able to crash then and there and it would only be about 6:30. So after agreeing to let Jongin stay over, you grabbed your things and left work, deciding your next destination was the cafe.

When you entered, nobody was at the counter. There were only a few customers inside, already having gotten their coffees. Some were on their phones as they sat at tables, and some were working on their laptops. You didn’t really pay much attention to them -- or anybody -- as you walked up to the counter to order a coffee, looking down at your phone instead.

“Hi! How can I help you?” that friendly voice chirped, shooting ice through your veins as you all but froze on the spot.

Slowly, you looked up, almost whimpering when your eyes moved over the nametag that read Yixing. Your eyes met his as he smiled at you, showing off his dimples as he waited for your reply.

Internally, you were panicking. He wasn’t supposed to work nights! Why was he working? Why was he here? Why now? Why, why, why?

But externally, you shyly gave him your order before you paid for it.

Yixing turned to make your order as you went to wait by the pick-up counter. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him even though you wanted so badly to look away and erase all of this from your mind. But your eyes followed him as he moved around, thinking about how good he looked even in his barista uniform. Maybe he’d do a barista theme for one of his cams...

‘Jesus, _____, stop it. That’s weird, don’t go there.’

You shook the thought from your mind, taking a deep breath to try to clear your thoughts. That was when Yixing walked over with your order, sliding it across the counter to you with his dumb beautiful smile that made your legs turn to jelly.

“Have a good day, _____,” he grinned, remembering your name from when you gave him the order.

And that’s when you said the worst thing you could’ve said to him other than admitting you watched his cams. Your stupid brain wasn’t thinking, and you blurted the only thing you could get away with in public, but would still probably not only send Yixing into a panic, but would make him think you were weird.

“Thanks, Lay.”

You were half-turned to leave when you realized, and you froze. Lay -- Yixing, Jesus; it’s Yixing -- froze as well, the smile dropping from his face as he just stared at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were slightly widened, and his mouth was a little ajar, but you couldn’t tell what kind of emotion it was conveying. 

“Wh--” Yixing’s eyebrows furrowed the tiniest bit as he looked away at the counter before looking back at you again. “What did you just call me?”

You didn’t want to answer and drag this awkward conversation on even longer, but your legs also wouldn’t respond when you decided it was best to just walk away and not answer or look back. Your feet were practically glued to the floor, staring back at Yixing in silence as you looked like a deer in headlights.

“_____!” a familiar voice called.

Your head whipped around to see Jongin smiling at you as he waved, walking into the cafe. You almost wanted to cry from relief when you saw him.

“I was on my way to your place when I saw you were in here,” he chuckled, grabbing your arm. “C’mon, I told Sehunie he could come over to watch movies for a bit and he’s gonna beat us there. If he’s waiting for longer than 2 seconds, he’s going to complain all night and I don’t wanna hear it.”

Jongin dragged you away from the counter, forcing your legs and feet to finally move. However, your dumb, idiot self decided to look back over your shoulder to find Yixing still staring at you, watching as you disappeared out the door with Jongin -- who you now decided you’d owed your life to.

-

“You got here the same time as us, stop whining!” Jongin groaned as he pushed open the door to your apartment after he unlocked it.

Sehun followed in behind him, stating that the host should already be at the house before the guests get there, and that even arriving at the same time is impolite and “fucking dumb”. Jongin was quick to point out that it wasn’t a house, it was an apartment, so Sehun could take his whining and shove it up his ass. 

You walked in behind Sehun, still in a dazed state after what happened. Neither of them questioned your behavior since Jongin was chattering away the whole walk to the apartment, and then him and Sehun were bickering in the elevator. But in your head, all you were doing was replaying the incident with Yixing. How the hell did you actually call him Lay? How did you slip up like that? Just “thanks” would’ve been fine but no, you had to tack a name on the end of there.

Thankfully, the two boys were still oblivious to your spacey state even as the three of you sat down to watch a movie together. Sehun was on his phone for parts of it, but him and Jongin were still going back and forth throughout the movie. Both of them were critiquing the acting, the special effect -- basically anything that they could during the movie so you weren’t sure why they wanted to watch it. The only thing that interrupted them was Sehun’s phone dinging before he stood up and went to the door.

“A couple of friends wanted to stop by -- apparently it’s important so I said sure,” Sehun said over his shoulder as he went to go put his shoes on to go downstairs and let them in. “Hope you don’t mind, _____.”

You only half heard what he said, mumbling it was okay. But Jongin began lecturing the younger boy about how he shouldn’t have complained about manners and being polite when he just openly invited strangers to your apartment. But Sehun ignored him as he left, closing the door behind him.

You stayed spacing out on the couch, still replaying that awful embarrassing moment in your head. Sehun opening the door didn’t snap you out of it, and neither did his voice mingling with his friend’s. It wasn’t until you heard a third voice that your eyes went wide and your body went rigid. It was just a laugh, but it was one you recognized -- one that would probably haunt you in your dreams.

“Hey,” the way Sehun said the greeting made you and Jongin realize he wanted your attention, so you cautiously turned your head to see Sehun standing with a two shorter men -- one of which was already looking at you with those beautiful eyes that shot fear into your soul as of late, “this is Junmyeon-hyung, and this is Yixing-hyung.”

“I think I’ve met Junmyeon once before,” Jongin smiled. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi,” you mumbled before you shot up from the couch and decided the kitchen seemed like a way better room to be in right now. “I’m gonna grab a drink.”

You scurried out of the room, hoping to go unnoticed. You hoped that even though Yixing was staring right at you that maybe somehow he didn’t recognize you as the person that called him by his camboy alias. You knew that was impossible, but you still hoped, anyway.

Entering the kitchen, you went to the fridge, hoping to just get a bottle of cold water to calm your nerves. But when you had the door halfway open, it was pushed shut. You stared at the ring-clad hand that was holding it shut, afraid to let your eyes follow the arm of it up to the owner, but you did so slowly anyway.

Yixing stood there with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking or what he was feeling. He was showing virtually no emotion other than the quirked brow. He didn’t even say anything, and you were shrinking back away from his gaze, feeling like there was a weight pushing in on you.

When Yixing didn’t speak up, you said the only thing you could think of.

“W-why are you in my apartment...?”

To your surprise, he let out an amused chuckle, his eyes glancing away for a moment as he shook his head, “Sehun’s an acquaintance of mine. I thought that was pretty obvious when he introduced me. Of course, he did introduce me as Yixing and not Lay, so I could see why maybe it would be confusing to you.”

The smirk he gave you was teasing, and your cheeks immediately burned red as your gaze met the floor. You didn’t even know how to reply. Should you apologize? ...That was really the only option your brain could come up with.

“You watch me?” he asked, his voice soft but with a tinge of amusement.

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Obviously you did watch him but you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally admit to it. How could you even admit to that? And right to his face in your kitchen while his and your friends were in the living room.

“You don’t have to panic,” he laughed softly, letting himself lean against your fridge door so his shoulder was resting against it with his arms crossed. “I mean, I’m the one who gets off on stream for everybody to see. I’m already aware that people watch me.”

“Still...” you mumbled, still unable to meet his eyes.

“You’re cute,” he giggled.

That made you look up, your eyes wide. Why did he say that? Literally what part of this made you seem cute to him? Or maybe he was just sadistic and found your embarrassment to be cute. Maybe he was into that. ...Then again, you recalled a stream where-- 

‘Not the time, _____.’

“You wanna know something?” he asked. “I came here on purpose.”

“What?” you blurted, looking absolutely horrified.

Now you were being bullied by a camboy. This was a new low in your life.

He let out a laugh that sounded so genuine, you didn’t think you’d ever heard it in any of his streams. He just looked so happy that you wanted to look at him laugh and hear him laugh forever.

“I swear it wasn’t just to torture you more,” he insisted before he explained, “but you called me Lay and I’d never had that happen before. I vaguely recognized your friend, and he said you were friends with Sehun -- when he was talking about the complaining, I realized it was the same Sehun. Him and my friend, Junmyeon are friends, so I texted Junmyeon and asked if he could do me a favor.”

“A...a favor...?”

“Alright, so maybe it was a little bit to tease you,” he giggled with a shrug. “I just-- You should’ve seen your face when the name slipped out! I don’t know, I guess I felt...intrigued. Why were you so scared anyway?”

“You wouldn’t be horrified if you had to admit to somebody you watched them get off on the internet?” you asked.

“Nah, seems like it would be more their problem than mine.”

“It’s still not at the top of my list of conversations I’d like to have.”

“What would be at the top?” he asked with a playful smirk.

“Not this...” you muttered.

“Yixing?” the other boy poked his head into the room before his face spread into a smile. He looked amused about something but you didn’t know what or why. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Coming,” he nodded as the other boy left. He turned back to you, flashing a dimpled smile. “Come by the cafe tomorrow morning if you can. I’ll make you a drink -- my treat. Bye, _____.”

With a wave, he walked out of your kitchen. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath after his goodbye until you heard the door close and let out a sigh of relief.

Sehun and Jongin entered the kitchen, both looking around curiously.

“You and Yixing-hyung were in here for a while,” Sehun noted.

“Yeah,” Jongin looked at you with a crease between his eyebrows, giving you a questioning look, “did you two know each other?”

You shrugged, mumbling, “Kinda...”

[peach-mangos]

Third Floor Soulmates

☾ byun baekhyun/do kyungsoo ☾ soulmates au/neighbors au/fluff/first meetings ☾ 2.1k ☾ can also read here

“Ahem—Mr Byun?” the cab driver says tentatively, afraid to startle his passenger, “we have arrived, sir” 

Baekhyun, despite his driver’s carefulness, startles in a fit of snorts and disgruntled sounds sitting upright squinting at his surroundings.

“M’right, kay’—” Baekhyun slurs. “Thank you, please, keep the change” he says handing over a wad of cash to his driver. It’s more than enough for the ride and then some. 

The cab driver takes it gratefully bidding Baekhyun goodbye as he watches him drunkenly stumble out of his cab. Waving goodbye, he then digs through his pockets in search of his keys as he tries to make his way towards his building. 

“Fuck” Baekhyun groans realizing his keys are missing. ‘You have got to be kidding me’ he thinks to himself. ‘Did he leave them at the club? Or did he leave them at home? Had he dropped them in the cab?. Without his keys there’s no way for him to get the building’s gate open, much less his own apartment door. 

He stares down at his phone and sighs. 

It’s nearly four a.m, there’s no way Jongdae’s awake. The nerd’s been asleep for hours by now, Baekhyun’s fooling himself if he thinks there’s any way his best friend’s going to hear the buzzer. 

Still, that doesn’t stop him from leaning against the building gate wall as he presses down on the buzzer waiting for a response. In the meantime, he also dials Jongdae’s phone number and hopes either of the two disturbances wake him up. 

“Worst roommate ever” Baekhyun hiccups letting up on the buzzer. He dials one more time, but of course, no answer.

lost my keys...love this for me

ur lit rally the w o r s t roommate?

dead to the world...i could be getting murdered in cold blood?

and you’ve got ur phone on do not disturb mode?

fuck u dae ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

im just gonna buzz everyone on our floor till I get an answer good luck looking at ur neighbors in the eye after tonight

After sending an onslaught of text messages to Jongdae, Baekhyun pockets his phone and looks back at the platinum square with an array of buttons and sighs. 

Squinting suspiciously, he recognizes Amber and Krystal’s apartment number right above his and Jongdae’s button and presses it praying to the lord almighty either of his upstairs neighbors are up.  

“Hello?” greets Amber, giggly and slightly slurred. Baekhyun heaves a sigh of relief.

“Dude, why’re you still awake?” he snorts when he hears the girl hiccup and burp all at once, shaking his head with a full on fond grin on his face. He’s got a bit of an idea why she’s still up by the sounds of her voice. 

“Well what the hell are you doing ringing my buzzer at nearly four in the morning?” she retorts.

“S’a valid question,” comes Krystal’s voice from somewhere near the speaker.

“Glad you asked. Might’ve lost my keys at the club. Might’ve left them home or honestly I might’ve left them inside the cab I just took home. Can’t really say at the moment” Baekhyun confesses.

“Wild night?” Amber muses, and Baekhyun snorts.

“Wildest. Buzz me in would ya? These leather pants are literally suffocating me, and I’m getting cold”

The last thing he hears is Krystal’s laugh before he’s being buzzed in. The gate unlocks and he is able to make his way inside their building. 

It is then that upon entering the building’s premises, Baekhyun encounters yet another problem. 

The front doors are locked, and as his luck would have it, the night shift receptionist and security have seemed to have taken a break. 

Damn it! Baekhyun cursed inwardly, tonight really just wasn’t his night was it. 

He should’ve listened to Jongdae and stayed in. But no, Baekhyun just had to go and be a thirsty little bitch and accept Chanyeol’s offer to go out. He’d promised him he’d get Minseok to come along, and if Baekhyun was being honest, he’d been itching to get into the older man’s pants ever since they shared a heated makeout session at Kim Junmyeon’s housewarming party—read; rave—last month. 

But alas, all men do is lie, and Chanyeol is no exception to that statement. 

Now, Baekhyun could have waited for the receptionist and security guard to come back, but quite frankly he was over tonight and all he really wanted was to get inside his apartment and pass the fuck out.

So he did what any other person would do. He went around the side of the building and began to count windows. Once he’d somewhat figured out which window led to his and Jongdae’s apartment, he pulled down the rusty and quite frankly, loud, stairs attached to the apartment window steel balconies. 

After three flights of stairs and two nearly falling of happenings, Baekhyun finally reaches his apartment window and cheers, praying Jongdae once again forgot to lock it before bed—he normally does, and Baekhyun has to remind him constantly that just because they live on the third floor doesn’t mean they’re immune to potentially getting robbed. 

“When the fuck did we move our couch?” Baekhyun grumbles as he swipes their curtains aside and comes face to face with the back of their couch.

He shrugs it off not having the energy to think about it much, then climbs over said couch falling face first into it and promptly passing out.

Kyungsoo huffs out a tired breath as he shuts down his laptop, removing his glasses to rub fiercely at his tired eyes.

After an entire day’s worth of research, brainstorming and writing, he had finally finished his History report and he was well due for some rest. He stretches on his desk chair, groaning as his stiff bones crack and pop in place after the long hours of him being hunched over his desk.

His eyes widen when he checks the time and sees it’s half past three. 

However, he realizes it’s Sunday, and aside from looking over his paper once again with fresh eyes and turning it in before midnight, he really doesn’t have much planned. He relishes the thought of being able to sleep in and sighs happily making his way towards his room.

“Finally” he groans as he pulls off the duvet on his bed and crawls into it, sighing in satisfaction as his head hits his soft pillows.

Kyungsoo’s halfway asleep when a creaky sound pulls him back into full consciousness. He waits a couple seconds, and when he hears nothing once again, he sinks back into his pillows and tries to slip back into slumber.

Not even a full minute later and Kyungsoo’s jolting awake at the sound of his living room window being pried open. Afraid he’s going insane from the lack of rest, he waits a bit before he hears the tall tale sounds of someone intruding into his home.

Shit, he thinks, the one time he forgets to check his window and this happens.

Nearly braning himself on his bedside table in his haste to search for a weapon, Kyungsoo detangles his socked feet from his bed sheets and rumages his room. He almost finds himself empty handed until his eyes land on his umbrella.

He almost cheers out loud.

Almost.

Quickly grabbing it, he slowly turns his bedroom door knob, and carefully opens his door. 

Tiptoeing down the hall towards his living room, he holds on tightly to said umbrella, heart hammering in his chest. If he dies tonight, Kyungsoo thinks, it would be such a shame he spent his last day on earth typing up a stupid History research paper. 

For a second there, Kyungsoo regrets not being more social and spontaneous. 

He finally reaches the living room, eyes scanning the immediate area, gaze landing on his open living room window then falling down to his couch where a large lump lies, curled in on itself. 

Judging from the whiny noises and soft breathing, Kyungsoo gathers it’s another human being.

He walks closer towards his couch, lowering his umbrella and stares at the sleeping person—sleeping boy to be exact.

He seems to be of no danger to Kyungsoo, if anything it appears—and smells—like he’s just drunk. Kyungsoo figures he must’ve gotten lost and confused in his inebriated state and somehow ended up in his living room.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Kyungsoo places his umbrella on the ground and inspects the boy slumped over his couch. 

He’s dressed in all black, in what appears to be a black cotton v-neck that’s ridden up to reveal a tummy and lower back splattered in beauty marks. He’s also in what appears to be the world’s tightest pair of leather pants, and Kyungsoo wonders for a second how long it must’ve taken to get those on. 

The intruder’s face was mostly covered by his bangs and Kyungsoo itched to push them back just to see if he recognized the boy currently drooling all over his suede couch. He couldn’t help but stare at the boy’s familiar pouty mouth. 

Kyungsoo had an inkling of who this could be, and his heart stuttered in his chest. Not sure of what else to do, he crouches near the stranger and pushes away his hair to get a better look and sure enough it was exactly who Kyungsoo had thought it was.

Byun Baekhyun of apartment 1C.

Unsure of what to do, Kyungsoo bites the inside of his cheek nervously. Should he wake him and send him on his merry way home? Or should he just let him sleep off the alcohol, and deal with this whole thing the following morning? 

Before he can decide anything on his own, Baekhyun twitches in his sleep startling a squeak out of Kyungsoo and sending him straight to the floor. In turn, Baekhyun jolted awake and frantically stared around.  

“Who are you?” Baekhyun questions, vision impared by his drunken state, as well as by his shaggy bangs. 

Kyungsoo’s breath gets caught in his throat, hand subconsciously rubbing at his chest as he stares in awe at Baekhyun. How is it that he’s been living in this apartment complex for nearly a month now, and this is actually his and Baekhyun’s first actual face to face encounter?

He clears his throat and chuckles, carefully choosing his words, not that it matters what he says. He’s pretty sure whatever leaves his lips now is surely marked on Baekhyun’s chest.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? You’re the one in my apartment after all” Kyungsoo says smiling softly, much too softly for someone who is talking to a supposed ‘stranger’ that just broke into their apartment.

“Oh my god, it’s the cute boy from 6C” Baekhyun mumbles, cheeks going crimson, his features going from conused to surprised to embarrassed in the span of a second. “Oh my god—did you—are we…” Baekhyun babbles finally registering their entire exchange.

“I guess so” Kyungsoo breathes out airily from his spot on the floor. Baekhyun in turn chuckles a little hysterically and flops back onto the couch. “Unbelievable” he mumbles to himself, and were it not for the smile on his face, Kyungsoo would’ve thought he was upset at their sudden discovery.

“Do Kyungsoo, by the way” Kyungsoo introduces himself, and he still can’t believe this is literally the first time they’ve ever spoken to one another since he’s moved in.

“Byun Baekhyun” he offers, with a small smile.

“Yeah, I know” Kyungsoo says sheepishly, and this time it’s his cheeks going crimson.

“You do?” Baekhyun asks tilting his head to the side.

“Jongdae” Kyungsoo tells him, “brought over some cookies from the both of you when I first moved in. Didn’t place a face to the name until a week later, but yeah, that’s how” he explains. “You think I’m cute?” Kyungsoo then asks a few beats later, slightly teasingly. 

Baekhyun groans throwing his arm over his face. 

“This isn’t happening” he wails.

“I mean that’s alright, it just so happens I think my soulmate is quite cute as well” Kyungsoo confesses.

“God I’m so drunk right now, is this really happening right now?”

Kyungsoo laughs softly and brushes Baekhyun’s bangs away from his face.

“You can crash on my couch, want a change of clothes to slip into?” Kyungsoo asks, “I doubt those are any comfortable to sleep in” he eyes Baekhyun’s pants and smirk.

“This is really happening” Baekhyun laughs in disbelief, “yeah, if it isn’t too much trouble, I’d really appreciate that”

Kyungsoo nods, and scurries off into his bedroom to search for an oversize t-shirt and some sweatpants for him.

“Thanks” Baekhyun says softly, gladly taking the spare change of clothes, cheeks once again flaming pink. 

“Night, Baek. See you in the morning. How do pancakes for breakfast sound?”

“Devine” Baekhyun smiles.

[kyungsoomint]

YOUNG: Colors

Member: Byun Baekhyun (변백현)

Genre: Fluff and a pinch of Smut

Word Count: 2,038

Summary: Is it wrong to pursue your dream? To have it painted in your own colors, or to lose people on it.

Notes: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m back! turns out this uni break is also a very busy one for me :/ I’m sorry for the late update and also if there is any mistake, it’s been so longg and I tried my best!

YOUNG:

| Beginning | Grow Up | Paradigm | Lawless Ideas | Colors | ✔

She kept on staring into the bouquet Baekhyun sent earlier into her office which brought several questions from her co-workers but she just laughed it off, trying to shake the topic away, Jiho particularly gave her the biggest smile ever like he knew from who the bouquet came from. Weeks have gone by since the day Baekhyun finally entered her life again. She sighed before looking away from the bouquet placed right in front of her. Baekhyun was constantly on her mind either because of good cause or bad cause. Like when her phone buzzed only to reveal a message sent by Baekhyun

“I see that my favorite restaurant is inviting a special chef from France and I don’t like to go alone, but I really want to go :( will you accompany me, (Y/N)?” 

She could imagine his pouting face right away, a face that she can’t say no to. Baekhyun has been trying to take her on a date but not once she said yes because of her busy schedule and yet she was being cautious too about him, the anxiety of him leaving still lingers. She replied yes to him which gained a call from him. “I got so excited that I spilled all of my orange juice I was drinking” his voice was higher than usual, an obvious sign of his happiness. Baekhyun never failed to make her laugh after all. “I know that you will try to throw your pouty face into the scene an-“ he cut her off “And you can’t resist it. I know, honey” he proudly nods into himself. “Don’t push your luck too far, Byun Baekhyun” she smiled at the end of the line. “Well, at least I tried” he huffed. “I’m going to pick you up at 6pm, how does that sound?” she hummed in agreement. “Do I need to wear fancy clothes? Because it seems like a very expensive restaurant since you know ‘Special chef from France’” she tapped on her pen. “If you asked me, I’d like you to wear nothing of course but it’s not a private dinner so-“ she rolled her eyes at his answer “Baekhyun, I’m serious right now, please put your dirty mind aside or I’ll cancel it” her voice sent shivers to him “No! I’m sorry, I won’t joke something like that again” she could feel his frown forming on his beautiful face. “Wear anything that you like, I don’t care, you look beautiful in everything, even if you show up in pajamas” he laughed. His laughter sent a warm feeling running through her body, something that’s so familiar yet she hasn’t feel for a very very long time.

Baekhyun arrived exactly at 6pm in a white shirt with 2 buttons undone showing his collarbones and black blazer all in a match with his pants and shoes waiting in front of her apartment’s elevator in the basement. He saw her walking out of the elevator with a black dress tightly fit into her body, making every curve possible to be admired. She almost fell from seeing Baekhyun standing with a shocked face as she turned her face. Shouldn’t have worn these fucking heels, I almost died she thought to herself and there Baekhyun stood with his mouth wide open, getting immersed into her. “Uhm, hello Mr. Byun Baekhyun, you need to stop eyeing me or we will be late” she poked his shoulder which brought him back to reality. He sometimes forgets that she’s not that little girl anymore, she’s a grown adult, a very beautiful grown adult. “You look so fucking amazing,” all the stars she saw from his eyes said it all, he came closer to whisper into her ear “and also fucking hot” he smirked and left her with blushed cheeks.

The restaurant was just exactly what she has on her mind, located on the 48th floor everything in Seoul was visible from there. She knew that Baekhyun has transformed into a superstar in South Korea yet he still holds that childish vibes years ago but there they sat on a table facing the window in a fancy restaurant. The comfortable air spread through the entire conversation they had from Mongryong, his family, even his upcoming solo album that got her very excited as he talked about his dream of a solo album, she could see his eyes were filled with joy and happiness and she didn’t even feel any resentment about their break up anymore, she was happy at the state of he’s in. It felt like they never break up before, they’re still the same person as they used to be, madly in love and endeavor each other so much to the point no one will understand such feelings.

Baekhyun was driving her back into her apartment when suddenly his phone rang while connected to the Bluetooth. She saw the name was ‘Junmyeon Hyung’ and he quickly picks the phone. “Baekhyun, where are you? Have you seen the news” there was a sign of concern at the end of the line. “I’m driving now, and no I haven’t, what’s wrong?” Baekhyun earned a sigh from Junmyeon. “Dispatch just released some photos of you going out with a girl, her face was blurred but yours wasn’t. I thought that the parking lot was familiar, you had dinner at Palais de Gaumont didn’t you?” Junmyeon was talking so clear that it made her head spin a little from the information given by him. “I did and calm down hyung, I’ll take care of it,” Baekhyun said in a rather calm tone, he knew somehow this would happen. “I’ll see what I can do too about it” Junmyeon paused “Is it by any chance the girl that you have been trying to reach out for years? The one that you couldn’t shut your mouth about?” Junmyeon said as the car approach the red light. “Yes, yes she is, and now she is beside me, listening to your informative news,” he said and not breaking any eye contact with her, God I’d like to have the world knows that she is mine he thought letting out a deep breathe. “Oh really!” Junmyeon exclaimed in shock “Hello, I’m Kim Junmyeon or you may also call me Suho, Leader of EXO” her eyes were opened wider than usual, surely in shock. “Hello, I’m (Y/N)” her voice was small but audible to Junmyeon. “I hope to see you soon. I’m hanging up, bye everyone” with that Junmyeon hanged up the phone which left (Y/N) and Baekhyun in silence. “I know what are you thinking, they are going to like you, honestly I can’t shut my mouth about you though” there was a thin smile formed on his face. “And um, it seems like we can’t go back into your place, I’m taking you to Jongdae’s. Is that ok with you” he bit his bottom lip nervously. Her mind was still processing the information she heard earlier, the whole country knew that Baekhyun is going out with someone. She was nervous and scared into her core. “Don’t worry baby, I am here with you, I won’t let you go again” his hand intertwined with hers, she felt at ease. 

“So I have to tell you something, I don’t uh want you to pass out when I open the door. All of my members are inside” they were standing right before the door, Baekhyun’s words left her panic “No no, it’s okay, well maybe not all since Minseok hyung already enlisted and Lay hyung still in China. I don’t know either how they manage to squeeze their schedules only to see you in person” Baekhyun rolled his eyes slightly. “They want to meet me?” she pointed herself in confusion. “It’s weird, right? I know” Baekhyun pressed a boyish smile before entering the code of Jongdae’s apartment. The door swung open only to display 6 men sitting on the beige couch, all of their eyes were on her which made her even more nervous. “So uh, hi everyone? This is (Y/N)” Baekhyun was very aware of what the members can do to embarrass him. Chanyeol approached them first, he shook her hand in a very exciting manner, “Oh Baekhyun, it’s not like we don’t know her. Not once a day went without you talking about her” he gave her a wide smile showing his teeth. The night went by with everyone telling her stories that Baekhyun told about her, Baekhyun felt so embarrassed that he might jump out of the window. “I feel happy that he has found you, you should see him when he broke up with you, he cried non-stop and looked really ugly” Kyungsoo shooked his head and everyone agreed with him. 

“Jongdae, though you don’t mind staying at my place tonight?” Junmyeon nudged Jongdae and he got the sign. “Yes, of course, you both can have my home and my blessings! Bye!” with that all of them were out of the apartment without she or Baekhyun was able to give any response. “So uh” she could feel that Baekhyun was nervous to dead. “Hm?” “You can change first, uh you can use my clothes and have a shower?” he wasn’t looking directly at her and pointing at the guest bathroom. Baekhyun was already seated on his bed, looking clean after he took a shower at Jongdae’s bathroom. She appeared from the bathroom with his shirt and too big sweatpants, which took his breathe away, the look that he has been dying to see for years, the idea of moving together. “If you want to sleep alone, I’ll use the sofa then” Baekhyun was about to stand up when she took his hand. “No, stay, stay here with me” she bit her bottom lip nervously. It has been forever since she’s in the same bed as him. She walked to the other side of the bed, Baekhyun was watching her closely. “Do you mind if I take these sweatpants off? I have tripped over it for 10 times” she was asking sincerely without any intention but Baekhyun might not have the same intention with her. He gave her a nod and she pulled down the pants which left her with his shirt hanging shortly but still covering her ass. She sat next to him, she could feel his stare all the time, she turned her head to face him. “What?” she asked. “I don’t know what are you doing but I really want to kiss you now” he gulped. “Then do it” she whispered as the tension started to build up between them. He pressed his lips into hers, the same lips that he used to kiss like it was perfectly made for him only. The kiss started to get deeper and deeper as his hands were traveling into her waist carrying her to sit on his lap. Without breaking the kiss, his hand moved her shirt up little by little grabbing her ass which earned a moan from her. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in that dress, I wasn’t lying when I said that you are so fucking hot baby” he whispered into her ear, leaving hot and uneven breathe along her ear and neck before sucking it. The rest of the night went wild, the screaming could be heard all around the apartment, all of the I love yous and skin slamming sound. 

“Good morning, princess” he kissed her forehead softly earning a hum from her. “It may be so sudden but” he cleared his throat and lift her face from his neck “Will you marry me?” she was shocked to hear a proposal so early in the morning with naked bodies pressed into each other. “Well not now, I don’t have the ring yet, but I have my promise to you” he brushed the hair that was falling down from her face and she gave him a nod with a tear falling down into her cheek “I don’t want to spend my life in misery for letting the love of my life gone again, I might not be the greatest man in the world, but I always want to make you happy

forever and ever”

A/N: THIS IS THE END OF YOUNG SERIES:) i’m so happy and looking forward for more! 

[baekhvuns]

Bad Boy | Baekhyun V

( series masterlist )

part five.

word count : 2.5 k

pairing : baekhyun x reader

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst.

Since last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Baekhyun. His soft plump lips on mine, my heart hammered against my rib cage every time the thought crossed my mind.

Eunhye’s wedding was coming quick and everyone was busy, today was the bachelor party for the both of them. Everyone (the younger guests / friends) were planning the bachelor parties without telling them.

Eunhye and Jongdae had gone in the town for a little date, which made it perfect for us all to decorate the whole room where the party was going to happen.

Eunhye’s room which all the girls decorating, it was filled with gold and silver accessories. Right now me and Hanbi were going to go spy on the Jongdae’s side of the party.

Hey, we gotta beat them. What’s the fun of coming to a wedding and not beating the grooms side?

Currently me and Hanbi were camouflaging

ourselves into men, since there’s a specific poster outside the opposite side door saying, ‘Only The grooms friends invited’

“Hanbi, do NOT flirt please. This is a secret mission, if anyone from their side finds out about this, I will kill you by my hands.” I said pointing my finger at her, still knowing she will do something.

“Okay okay! I won’t!” She said as she walked towards the room as I followed her.

I had a fake moustache on my face and was wearing a proper tuxedo, thanks to Eunhye’s father. (Still kinda loose)

“Oh hello! Are you guys Jongdae’s friends?” As soon as we reached trouble, I mean Oh Sehun questioned our presence.

“I—uh”

“Ye-ea actually we were his friends from college years, man I couldn’t believe he was getting married when he called me here. It took us a little bit of time for me and her— him to fly here as we came all the way from Canada.” I laughed unsustainably.

“Ahh, okay come in, we’re just setting up for the party yet.” Sehun walked in forward as me and Hanbi followed him. Silently smirking at the fact that Sehun actually fell for our plan.

As soon as we walked in, all I could say was that this place was a disaster.

“EY MAN HURRY UP! THATS NOT WHERE THE FLOWERS GO! THATS WHERE THE STRIPPERS ARE GOING TO STAND!”

“WHERES MY WINE JUNMYEON!”

“IS THE LIGHTS OKAY?”

“Minseok stOP singing oh my god!”

“Baekhyun! Could you please hurry up!”

“OKAY.” As soon as I heard Baekhyun’s response, I turned to where the response came from.

My eyes widened a bit, Baekhyun’s hair was jet black.

“Wait-t didn’t this dude had red hair yesterday?” I asked sehun, as he looked at me with his eyebrows up.

“Huh yea he did, he lost a bet yesterday and we told him to dye his hair.” Sehun chuckled, before realizing, “Wait but how do you know? Didn’t you just arrive?” He interrogated.

“Oh-um I looked that the pictures at Faceboo-ok! Yea there!” I said quickly as he nodded.

“This girl uhhh, what’s her name? Uhhhh Joohyun I think? Yea it was on her Facebook, I’m friends with her actually.” I said, smirking internally.

“Oh I heard Joohyun? You know her?” Suddenly Bakehyun popped out of no where as I made an eye contact with his beautiful eyes that were almost hidden by his hair.

“Uh yea man, she had a crush on me once but I turned her down but she’s pretty hot dude, I’m probably going to ask her out by the end of this wedding, anyway I’m Lim Taegeon.” I spoke in my best deep voice, and I saw Baekhyun’s expression harden, his eyes slowly got darker as he charged on me.

“yea yea back off okay.” He whispered in a dangerous low voice, oh how attractive that voice is, before pushing me to the wall, not obviously realizing that I am Joohyun.

“Yah yeah Baek, calm down! Sorry this dude has a pretty big of a crush on her and goes all crazy about her.” Sehun explained as I kept looking at Baekhyun.

Suddenly Baekhyun’s eyes squinted for a second and then widened a bit, he pulled away. Wait did he recognize me?

I looked for Hanbi and took her outside with me.

he has a crush on her

Me and Hanbi kept walking and I excused myself and went to change in my room.

What is this, a high school? That he has a crush on me?

I quickly changed out my costume and headed back in my spare clothes. I walked back in and spilled everything to the decorators, so that our room is much better.

“Hanbi, arrange the strippers.”

***

It was finally the time of the party, I was in a room with Eunhye and Hanbi getting ready for the tonight’s event.

“You know Baekhyun looks at you strangely.” Hanbi suddenly spike as she shimmered eyeshadow on Eunhye’s eyes.

“What? What do you mean by ‘strangely’?” I asked as I suddenly found interest in my closet.

“You know like. . . Heart eyes and all?” She said as I gulped, “I’m pretty sure you are hallucinating, why would Baekhyun look at me out of all the girls?” I said and headed towards the bathroom with my outfit.

He has a crush on her

***

Me, Eunhye and Hanbi headed towards our party room. All of us were dressed and waiting to party before the wedding. This is literally the 10th party of this whole week. I supporting a flowy white top with black jeans and white heels.

“Today let’s not give two fucks and party all night!” Eunhye yelled loudly which resulted everyone in the room to go all out.

We had the DJ playing the hottest tracks, the waiters giving out safe drinks and obviously the strippers started to dance.

Eunhye has dragged me to sit beside her as the stripper put up a show in front of her, “Ahhhh! I wonder if Jongdae would do this!” My eyes widen in disgust.

“Oh my god Eunhye I do not need to know that!” I yelled and got up and walked to where the bar was.

“Can I have a tequi— actually plain water please.” I leaned back on the chair looking around the room.

I grabbed my drink and walked out of the room before my ears start to bleed, I went to the balcony at the side of the hallway. Making sure I don’t bump into anyone.

As I was waking I could hear the deep screams of the guys enjoying, I smiled and walked to the balcony.

As soon as I reached, my phone had started to ring. “Oh opp— Okay yes—op— yea liste—oh MY GOD LISTEN TO ME!”

“Bro I will be back in like 4 days, the celebrations are coming to an end and I’ll be back.” I responded to my brother, Joohyuk.

“Yea don’t worry I’ll be back.” I said and hung up,

“Brother problems?”

I turned back to see Minseok, I smiled brightly. “Yea, sometimes he gets overprotective.” I said and rubbed the back of my neck.

Without realizing, I had been talking to Minseok for about 20 minutes now.

“Alright I need to get back, Eunhye will be worried! Enjoy your night.” I said and started to walk only to be stopped by, you know it, Byun Baekhyun.

“Hey what are you guys doing? Flirting?” He asked with a ticked off look.

“Nothing, just saw each other, talked and now leaving.” I said and walked away.

“Yah, yah! Joohyun! Hold up!” I could hear Baekhyun yell, but I didn’t stop.

“Yah! Listen!”

“I love you.”

As soon as he said that, I turned around so fast that I though I would fall.

“YOU WHAT!” I yelled, ignoring the background of the music.

“Just kidding!” He said with a cheeky smile, I rolled my eyes and started to walk back to the party.

“But what if I actually liked you?!” He yelled as I showed him my middle finger while walking away as I heard him chuckling.

***

The party was over and it was the very next day, today finally was the traditional Korean style wedding.

“Eunhye oh my god! This hanbok is literally made for you!!” I screamed at Eunhye glancing at her beautiful wedding hanbok.

“Stopp I’m gonna die of nervousness! Only if you guys would have worn them too I would feel much better!” Eunhye whined, unfortunately we couldn’t wear them as Eunhye’s mother, Eunhye’s Grandmother and her aunt were the only ones wearing the hanboks.

“I’m glad I’m not wearing the hanbok, imagine the struggles in the washroom when I have to go and pee!” I exclaimed as Eunhye laughed,

“Guys hurry up, Jongdae’s already there!” Hanbi yelled from outside as I walked out with Eunhye.

“Eunhye, this is it. After today, well, after another wedding. Your life will be changed, make sure you both give it your best and I don’t want any stupid fights happening and you crashing at my apartment!” I huffed as Eunhye hugged me.

“Let’s go!”

[christmaswou]

Kim Minseok remembering his istg acc password - exodrabble+xiumin/suho

Long Time Best Friends dealing with Instagram 

disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

** this is my first EVER kpop fanfiction post here, so, please, be gentle. Also, English is not my first language, but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy, and that we can spend a good time while we wait for our most dearest Minseok come back from his enlistment. Let’s Love, always. **

       One week back home from the military enlistment, Kim Minseok, exo’s eldest hyung, had spend that whole time really busy with family, friends, house requirements and all kinds of arrangements for sitting down again. While all this was going on, all his friends and managers (and fans, of course) kept remembering him of posting new pictures on his istg account. Minseok liked the social network, and loved photography as well, but was annoyingly used to forget his password (like some of the other members also did), and lost the “timing” of posting his photos.

- Ah, minseok-ah, when will you organize your istg feed, your fans are thirsty for this rsrsrsrsrs.. I can give you some tips, my account is iconic now, I’m the best instagrammer of exo, did you know? - said Junmyeon, jokingly , while lightly pushing his eyes-rolling hyung.

- And then you say you didn’t have any free time while I was out, huh?

- What are you saying, it takes time to organize the feed, my concepts, and match my looks to the environment, actually.

- rsrsrsrssrsr honestly... but ok, I have to do this anyway, I think I’m going to try to recover the password when we get home today, are you really coming to stay the night ? - asked Minseok, suspiciously.

- I told you I’m going, you don’t believe I miss you? It’s gonna be like the old days... well not exactly that, cause now I’m a compromised ma- but he couldn’t finish his silly dangerous joke, cause his hyung shout his mouth quickly while beating him and laughing... some managers around them laughed as well, but more out of embarrassing for those two “old” silly idols than anything.

* * *

    To spend the night at Minseok’s house was nothing like the “boys night”that the youngers members used to worry their managers with: no sexy games or silly teen-like adventures in the streets at midnight. When any of the hyungs gathered at Minseok’s house, was usually to have heart-to-heart and pleasurable talks with beer, or binge watch a nerdy-type movie or art documentary. None of them were particularly competitive to keep up many game rounds, just once they tried the Monopoly, but Minseok and Kyungsoo felt asleep real quickly, Jongdae joked and laughed the whole time while Yixing didn’t get the rules and Junmyeon kept complaining about cheating in the game.

These five hyungs (Jongdae was considered among them, for his hyung-like personality) naturally became closer along the years of the group’s career, but never in a idealized type of friendship: they didn’t exactly keep in touch all the time, or spoke all the time in chats or so, all of them always had many external duties and concerns, besides the fact that their personalities were not to be too “sitcky” with their friends. All of them had interesting memories and dynamics with each other separately, but one “couple” that, along the years, had created a really peculiar friendship routine was Junmyeon-Minseok. They weren’t the closest members since the begins (and, to speak the truth, they weren’t at this point the same person they were in the debut), but they always shared a silent, unconsciously known, respect and admiration for each other. Junmyeon profoundly admired Minseok’s scholar professionalism and disciplined and righteous way of live, and Minseok, along with that, really respect Junmyeon’s strong leadership, artistic sensibility and altruistic way of dealing with the challenges that came along in the group. As the years passed and they went through many things together, many obstacles crossed - some with the help of each other’s advice - they had naturally created a cozy atmosphere between each other. Junmyeon, who were more of speaking feelings, out loud begin to often express how Minseok was ,to him, a real best friend. And that was a real bond, outside the cameras. Minseok has always been more shy and discreet, but he actually felt really warm and happy with his leader’s consideration towards him.

* * *

     Minseok was going to have many house gatherings and events with many people to relieve the missing time, including all the other members of course, but it couldn’t be other than junmyeon, who has been almost everyday by his side in his schedules of the returning from the military enlistment, was the first one the be invited to spend a weekend with the so deared and admired exo’s eldest hyung. Junmyeon was himself getting ready to enlist, so he wanted  to enjoy pleasurable time with people he loved the most, as much as he could, before going away.

     After some helping with house organizing and cleaning to become “comfortable enough for playing around” (as minseok’s wish, and to what jun never complained about), they changed to cozy clothes to deal with the “istg password issue”. Junmyeon wasn’t supposed to take pictures, so he was casually with a white shirt, arms out, sweatpants, his hat backsides and barefoot... It was rare to see the leader without make up, and actually feeling good like this, as he only stayed this way in situations of real intimacy and comfortableness.

- So junmyeonie, I’m supossed to click “forgot password” and send the link to my email, right? - asked the *a little better dressed* hyung.

- Did you really forgot it or just don’t want to remember, hyung? - a familiar malicious little smile on jun’s face.

- What the hell are you talking about you cra-

- Don’t you remember we created our email passwords together and the same one you used to your istg acc ?

- wai-

- “mygirl**insertARandomGirlName**

- SHUT THE FUCK UP, I CAN BEelieve it’s still that.. - embarrassment face while trying to enter istg on his new phone, where the old password wasn’t saved yet.

It entered.

- I can’t even kill you, cause you know way too much about me, you brat

- haahahaahahhaaaaaahaha... change this stupid password already, hyung, for god’s sake rsrsrsrsrsrs

* * *

- okay, I’m going to make a comeback with a Tan’s photo session, the fans never stop asking me about him..

- Make a istg-story of him, he looks beautiful in this window - says Junmyeon finishing a *good taste* bear.

- Should I play a song while doing it? They will love it, choose one of our old Christmas ones, please.

*while playing First Snow*

 - Hello exol’s, your Minseokie is back at istg, waaaah, rsrsrsr, finally, huh... I promise to note my new password on a paper now hehehehehe and to post all the best pictures of my most loved  moments that I’ve kept all this time... Now I’m gonna record my baby, that you guys always ask to see, he looks specially cute and beautiful tonight * moves camera do record Tan, majestically sitting on the window * say hi, Tan-shi, you’re so beautiful, aren’t you? ... Are you happy to see your dad again? I’m happy too...        

                                          Well, I’m specially happy today cause I’m gonna spend a REALLY nice and TASTY weekend * Junmyeon widely open his eyes, already trying to runaway from what he knows it’s coming * with Tan AND * quickly moves camera and starts to run after filming caught off-guard Junmyeon * my other beautiful cat here ¬ ¬ ¬ ¬ *  

- stoop, hyung - whines Junmyeon, already surrendering and smiling

- he looks so beautiful now doesn’t he? my junmyeonie always looks gorgeous no matter what - easily says Minseok, making exol’s go wild with the surprise - I’m gonna turn off now, cause I’m going to spend  some time with my best friend ok? * junmyeon both blushes and complains about minseok not letting him give a word to the fans *

- aaah-wait, let me say hi to my followers, wait hyung-

- noo, shut the cameras, you guys are not allowed to see what we’re doing now hahahaha

- nooo, SORRY EXOL’S, HE CAN’T USE ISTG PROPER-

* story finished *

- you-re not gonna post this, hyung.

- Why? - already posting

- That’s why they don’t allow you to posts many things on your istg, hyung, - half laughing, half worrying, said Junmyeon, Minseok’s best friend, walking to the kitchen after the rest of the beers.