#i want you to picture me cradling chanyeol in my arms i do not care he’s half a foot taller

[dadbodosamu]

love not being in a depressive episode. love when i can just look at my kpop boy and smile

[lays-krisps]

locked out of hell | mafia!au PART▪1

🍒 word count : 1558

💋 genre : exo ot9 mafia!au

⚠️ warnings : some violence , mature themes , daddy kink 

🌠 author’s note : hi guys ! this is my first imagine on tumblr and hopefully you will like it ! if you want to make any suggestions for future fanfic then just send them in . hope you enjoy !

oh my god . my brain wreaked of lustful thoughts . at the moment we are out , fighting crime and being the violent bunch of gangsters we are . but my brain couldn’t cope with the tight fitted suits and shiny dress shoes . they all wore the expensive suits with such class , that my body couldn’t take it any more .

as for now , i am stuck chasing a rival gang in the dingy streets of seoul . chanyeol , sehun and beakhyun are at my back . guns locked and ready for any one to jump out on us and attack . whilst they are wearing their expensive suits that made them look oh-so-edible , i am wearing black leather jeans and a black long sleeved t-shirt . and just to be safe i am wearing a coal black bulletproof vest over it . the boys wouldn’t let me leave our complex in the city without one . they never did .

“ y/n , do you know where we are going ? “ chanyeol sighed behind me as i stopped at a clearing in the backstreets of seoul .

“ of course i do yeolie “ i smirked . “ they went down the ally that we passed , but they don’t know that they will end up running right into us . seeing as the route they took takes them in a massive circle “ i point my hand above my head and make circular motions in the air .

that was the great thing about growing up in seoul with parents that were constantly out and about breaking the law .  being the leaders of a gang that is . they never gave a shit to look after me and left me at home with a door key . meaning that i would slip out the house when they weren’t there to care . they never really cared about me when they were at home either to be honest . all they did for me as a child and a young teen was provide my with meals and clothes , as well as shit tonnes of money . with the money , well , i never really spent it . i asked our butler to put it into an enclosed account with i wouldn’t be able to open until my 19th birthday . but now i am 21 years old , even though i earn a lot of money , i never really touch it . which is weird considering .  

i crouch on the floor behind a dust cart and wait for the men to proceed in front of us . awaiting their fate to be shot .

then I heard it . the pitter patter of feet hitting the rough concrete . i ready my gun and aim at the person’s feet . i hear the three boys behind me do the same . as the men from the rival gang came into view , i pressed down on the trigger of the gun and let the bullet fly from the barrel . the piercing shriek of a male wreaked havoc after that . men frantically looking up and down , searching for where the bullet came from . we sit leaning on the dust cart , trying our best not to laugh at how pathetic the men looked . the man i shot was on the floor cradling his leg , rocking back and forth on his back . pathetic wimp can’t even take a bullet to his muscle . i thought .

“ what a pussy “ i heard chanyeol snicker . making sehun and baekhyun snicker too .

“ now come on boys , lets not be harsh “ i smirk , playing around .

baekhyun eyed me and licked his lips . he just can’t contain himself sometimes . i mentally role my eyes .

“ right , lets go break up these filthy bunch of men “ i giggle ; i get up and hold me gun close .

the three boys get up behind me and walk with me .

“ yo ! you pathetic sons’ of bitches ! “ i holler over their unmanly cries .

they all turn around to face me and point their guns at me . yelling that they will shoot me if i step closer . i’m not afraid though . i take a few steps toward the men and lower my gun . 

“ alright boys , would you really wanna shoot a woman . how low is that , ay ?” i begin to talk smart , hoping i would get somewhere with them . in a way which would mean we win this fight .

 i swing my hips as i walk closer to a particular man . he had ; light brown hair that went a ginger colour when it was in the right light , luscious plump lips that looked so fucking kissable , i don’t even want to mention how bloody muscular he was . he had me thinking unladylike thoughts just by looking at him . he wore an all-black suit , with a silver chain around his neck and one diamond stud in his right earlobe . he also had two chains hanging from his belt , he looked so gorgeous . but i had to maintain my professionalism and do what i came here to do . to take down this gang .

“ what’s your name sweetheart ?” i ask , lust dripping from my mouth . i run my finger down his chest . i heard him gulp . wow , the effect i leave on these men shock  me .

“ my name is shownu “ he replies , acting coy .

“ shownu ! what are you doing ? you’re giving her private information “ one of the men yell at him .

“ shut it ! if he wants to tell me his name , he can “ i change my tone from harsh to subtle . i then hear his group tut and sigh at his choice of action .“ well then shownu , what are you doing here , around these parts of seoul at this time of night ?” i begin to flirt . i cup his cheeks in my hands and tilt his head to the left , bearing the tanned skin he bore on his neck . and may i add , the muscles on his neck are even finer than the ones that are so incredibly visible through his black suit jacket . i bring my lips to the skin and suck lightly , leaving bruises for later on , pulling at the smooth skin through my teeth . he fidgets under my grip and sucks in a deep breath .

“ we were going to sneak in exo’s head office and collect vital information of their data base “ he spills out his secrets and plans . i can mentally picture chanyeol , sehun and baekhyun shaking their heads at shownu’s confession . what a shame that such a handsome man had to go to waste . i pull my lips away from his neck and sigh , disappointed . shownu whined at the presence of my lips leaving his skin .

“ tch , what a shame . i would have loved to have gotten to know you more shownu , but seeming as you were about to break into my facilities and take my information , it seems to me that i’m gonna have to say … bu-bye “ i lift the gun up to his chest , still chest to chest with him , and pull the trigger . the gun-shot ricocheted off of the walls of nearby buildings . i then hear six more gun-shots and look to my right . accompanied by chanyeol , sehun and baekhyun , were yixing , jongin and jongdae . as my eyes pull away from the men , i look back and see the rest of the gang on the floor . dead . i smile devilishly at the scene and at our work .

“ well boys , our work here is done , lets gets back to the complex “ i mutter , but still audible to the ear .i hear wood based shoes click on the concrete floor as one of the boys walks to me from behind . a hand comes from behind my back and caresses my neck .

“ well-done baby girl , you did good today “ a voice spoke . their lips brush past my neck and leaves a chaste kiss on my neck . i turn my body to face the voice that is behind me . it was chanyeol . i put my hands on his broad shoulders and bring him closer to me . my chest is against his .

“ thank you daddy “ i whisper in his ear . i then give chanyeol a hug . his arms are around my waist . i place my chin on his shoulder and look at the boys behind us . they are all biting their lips and look extremely bothersome . 

we then begin to head home . back to our complex in the city of seoul .

[squirrelly831]

Caught in Public [Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Chanyeol]

The oc’s are the wives prior to getting married. You can read this as part of the daddy!au series or a stand alone~~ Chanyeol’s is angst-ish.

UPDATE: Due to Jongdae’s announcement, Minseok’s wife is now Maisie and Jongdae will no longer be part of the daddy!au. Though it is not shown here, Alessia is no longer an oc and Maisie will be on the family list with Minseok

Enjoy~

Baekhyun

Baekhyun wouldn’t have kissed Mieun if he had thought someone would take his picture. Let alone follow him to her home. He didn’t want his relationship to be outed by a scandal and he was waiting for Sooman’s approval on his request to go public.

It was Baekhyun’s first time meeting Mieun’s family as her family had decided to officially move back to her hometown of Daegu. He wanted to meet her family before he went public with their two year relationship to show them how much he truly loved and cared for her.

The trip had gone great, everything was great. Her parents loved him and only asked for him to take care of her. So with some parting words, the couple headed off to go back to Seoul.

Mieun sighed as she leaned against Baekhyun’s shoulder as they waited for the last train of the night. “That didn’t go too bad, I was worried they would flip out.”

Baekhyun, dressed in a oversize hoodie with the hood up and a face mask to keep his identity secret, let out a chuckled. “Well your mom did.” He waved his hands like Mieun’s mom did upon seeing Baekhyun, “Wahhh, my daughter wasn’t lying about dating an idol! Why are you with such a slob like her. Ow”

Mieun clicked her tongue and swatted his arm. “Oh, shut up. She just thought you were too pretty to be dating some normal girl like me.”

Baekhyun wrapped his arm around her upper arm and rubbed her arm, “You don’t believe that, right? You’re not just some normal woman to me.”

She shrugged with a teasing smile, “I don’t know. Maybe.” He let out a whine not enjoying getting teased. “I kid I kid.” She giggled.

“You better be.”

“Or else?”

Baekhyun’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Or else I’ll kiss you.”

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it” Baekhyun glanced around quickly before he pulled his mask off his mouth to kiss her quickly. Neither of them knew there was someone still following them and took a picture of them kissing.

An hour after, while on the train, Baekhyun received a call from Junmyeon to tell him that they were spotted and a picture of them was released to the public. Baekhyun was upset as he looked up the article to see various photos of Mieun and him while in Daegu as well as a picture of them kissing at the train station. He approved the statement to go out confirming the relationship, but it was a bittersweet moment. He didn’t want it to be a scandal. He wanted to tell his fans first before the media did. Baekhyun would post on his sns to tell his fans that he planned to reveal the relationship before the media. Due to it, the fans weren’t as mad at him as they were at the media for going behind and snooping.

Jongdae

Jongdae got permission from his company to go out to Hawaii during his off period. He wanted to take his girlfriend of two years, Maisie, and her daughter, Cassandra, out somewhere to enjoy themselves and just spoil them both. They spent an entire week in Hawaii and Maisie and Jongdae were able to have some time alone as Cassandra went to the resort daycare a for a few hours a couple of days.

When they left Hawaii, they felt so refreshed and at ease they didn’t think anything could go wrong. However, as they boarded their plane, they didn’t see a couple of fans who were taking pictures. They posted pictures of Jongdae holding a passed out Cassandra on his shoulder, holding hands with Maisie, and a kiss the two shared. They blotted out Cassandra’s and Maisie’s faces, but gave out information that they took the plane to Incheon.

After the almost 10 hour flight to Incheon, Jongdae and Maisie made their way out of baggage claim with Cassandra holding both of their hands as she walked between them. Maisie let out a breath, “We’re home” she cooed to Cassandra. “You ready to see your friends at the park tomorrow?” Cassandra cheered and Maisie smiled.

As they walked through the last doors to lead to the airport, they were surrounded by fans and paparazzi. Jongdae immediately sprung into action as he pulled off his jacket and covered Maisie’s face. He then picked up Cassandra and hid her face in his chest. Jongdae was livid as he escorted his girlfriend and her daughter away from the crowd. He didn’t understand how they had found out, but he was pissed that they couldn’t be even a bit more considerate especially with a child present. Cassandra broke into tears at the sudden loudness around her and Jongdae hurriedly rushed outside.

“Jongdae! Maisie!” They looked to see Junmyeon and a manager. “Come on!” The trio made their way to the car and the manager and Junmyeon threw their luggage in the back before they drove off. Maisie took off the jacket and held out her hands for her daughter who was still crying. Jongdae handed her off and Maisie cradled her five year old. “Someone spotted you at the airport and posted pictures on Twitter and the fan cafe. Fans were able to figure out your flight based off that.” 

Jongdae’s fist clenched, “I’ll make a public statement later.” He scoffed as he looked out the window. He knew if he made the announcement at that moment, it wouldn’t be pretty. He was fuming.

Later in the evening, he did make an official statement confirming his relationship, but he would go an extra step and talk about the events at the airport on his instagram. He expressed how hurt he was and how the commotion upset his girlfriend’s daughter and scared her. He asked fans to continue to support him and stressed how happy he was before he concluded the message.

Chanyeol

Leilani took a lot of shit with a smile on her face. Her mom taught her to kill people with kindness and she didn’t live by it until she became Nalani’s legal guardian. She wanted to teach her sister not to use violence. However, when her sister ran home with three notes addressed as whore, gold digger, bitch. Leilani’s eyes widened as she snatched the letters out of Nalani’s hands.

It had been a year since she started dating Chanyeol. Within a year, she learned to be happy for herself and to fall in love. Chanyeol was important to Leilani, but her sister was her priority and Chanyeol loved that about her. However, it all fell apart when a fan caught them on a late night date and posted it in a fan cafe. The hate she received was nothing she couldn’t handle. That was until these letters.

Leilani ripped the envelopes open over the counter in the kitchen. As she did, a couple of razors slipped out. Her eyes widened as she grabbed a small knife and cut the envelope open. In each envelope had a single letter, but in each letter rest a number of razors. Tears pricked her eyes as she thought of what would have happened had her nine year old sister decided to open the letters or to touch the razors. Anger consumed her as she looked back to her sister and then back at the letters. No one would hurt her sister. She would kill anyone who tried or attempted.

That night, Chanyeol rushed to Leilani’s apartment and rang the doorbell. After he got the text about how Nalani was confronted by fans of his, he panicked. He pounded on the door and the door swung open to reveal a severally pissed off Leilani. “How’s Nalani? Is she okay?” Were the words out of his mouth. He tried to get inside the apartment, but Leilani held up her hand to stop him from entering.

Leilani shut the door behind her before she shot a glare at Chanyeol. “Your fans are psycho” her voice was low but venom laced her words. “To approach a child and give her letters for me. If I find out who they are, I’ll end them.”

“Lei–”

“DON’T SPEAK!” She shouted without a care that they were in the middle of the apartment complex hallway. “They gave her letters with razors attached!” She got in his face and poked his chest angrily. “She’s fucking 9, Chanyeol!” Tears blurred her eyes. “What if she got fucking curious and opened it? That’s my sister! She’s all I fucking have!” She screamed as the tears fell down her face. “What’s next? Poisoned fucking candy? All because I’m dating an idol?”

Chanyeol swallowed hard as he watched Leilani fall to piece inside herself. He wanted to do something for her, but he felt so powerless.

“-one.”

His head shot up and looked at her, “What?”

“We’re done. Hope your fans are happy” she threw her arms out on either side of her. “They got the gold digging bitch away from their oppa!” She let out a resentful laugh. She pulled the letters from her hoodie pocket and pushed them into his chest, “Tell your fans I got the message.” She turned on her toes and went back inside her apartment. She slammed the front door and hit it with her fist as she let out a sob. Leilani slowly fell to her knees heartbroken and destroyed. The one time she thought she’d have happiness and it was taken from her all by random strangers she never met.

Chanyeol left her apartment with a shattered heart. His eyes burned as he walked down the street to his apartment. He swallowed a lump as he felt his anger rise. Chanyeol let out a scream as he hit the wall beside him with an open fist. Once calm, he made a rant about how he just lost the best woman who made him happy because of fan harassment. He mentioned how the letters she got will be handed over to the police and the letter writers would face criminal charges. He also clarified that any fans who slander or attack Leilani or her family would face charges as well. Chanyeol was not going to let Leilani and him end like this. After he got the damage under control, he had all plans to woo her and get her back.

Part I || Part III

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Written & revamped by Squirrelly831

♕ REQUEST

☮ EXO MASTERLIST

∞ ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

[joohoneyhoe]

Infinity.

Throw away your fear,

we can do it, it’s okay.

All the keys are in your possession.

[song inspiration: EXO - Monster & EXO - Power]

info: park chanyeol x oc genre: sci-fi!au, smut, oral, fingering, gore, death, action, angst word count: 5.3k a/n: this is dedicated to the lovely @bread-jinie, you deserve it. 

“How do you always get us into these situations, Chanyeol?!”

I shouted over the gunfire, bright red blast crashing next to my head as I crouched behind the knocked over table in our living area. Chanyeol was directly to my left, taking cover behind a fallen filing cabinet, his dark eyes tearing into me in irritation.

“I didn’t fucking ask you to be on my ship, did I?” he barked back, coming up and taking aim, hitting one of the raiders dead center in the t-zone, their alien head flinging back and splattering blue brain matter against the nearest wall.

“I didn’t fucking ask to be here either!”

I screamed back, standing tall and mirroring his kill shot, more brain matter getting all over the ship’s walls. The blast finally stilled, making the both of us come out of our hiding places, promptly facing off with each other. He was much taller than myself, freakishly tall, as I always would say to him.

He hated that.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that your daddy runs the Diamond Corp, I would have dropped you out into deep space a long time ago.” he snarled, his lip curling as he stood dangerously close to me.

“That’s if I hadn’t killed you myself first, Park.” I spat back, lifting my chin stubbornly. He spun on his heels, stalking off towards the cockpit and leaving me standing there staring after him. I quickly shot off after him, following as he sat down in the pilots seat.

“So what, you’re just going to leave me to clean up the mess out there?!” I complained, him not even bothering to turn and face me.

“Actually, I’m getting us the fuck out of here before more of them show up. That okay with you, Wren? I’d rather not have my ship taken over by Hittmu Raiders and killed, fuck you very much.”

I huffed loudly at him, storming back off and heading to my sleeping quarters. He could clean up the mess on his own if he wanted to be a asshole. I was done for the day, especially after the stunt he had pulled that brought them to us in the first place. I sealed my door behind me, slumping down onto my bed, arms crossed and brow creased in irritation.

I’d been on this godforsaken ship with him for months, no end in sight for our goal, which was to find the Hittmu Raider’s base of operation. It seemed we were no closer to finding them than we were months ago, when we first started our mission.

Letting out a loud exasperated sigh, I began stripping myself of my blood splattered clothes, tossing them into a pile before walking into my bathroom completely bare. I switched the shower on, the spray of fresh hot water washing over me, relaxing my tensed up body as I stood beneath it, pondering what had just transpired. 

I couldn’t explain why I detested Chanyeol so much, not even to myself. There was just something about him that made me crazy in so many ways, and I didn’t even have a valid reason as to why. He and I were the same age, trained in the same class, were the top two trainees of all our peers and the best at what we did. The only difference between the two of us, was I was born on this planet and he was brought here by slave traders, stolen away from his family on Earth.

There was no way he didn’t harbor resentment towards me, considering it would seem to anyone else that I was just handed everything. That I didn’t have to work for it the same way he did, but he was wrong. I worked just as hard to get where I was in this job, my dad never handed me anything. He was a hardass, but he did it because he wanted me to be the best I could be. He didn’t go about it in the most productive way, but he always meant well.

Maybe it was the constant need to outdo each other, or his lack of seriousness when it came to our job and my low tolerance for screwing around. He was always fooling around, laughing and teasing, but he never failed to get the job done and done right. He never did anything that would put me in direct harm’s way, even though his decision making and methods were questionable. He always got us out of it though, it never failed.

So, why did he bother me so much? He had literally never done anything wrong, he was just being himself. He never let me get hurt in all the months we had worked together, he made sure of it. Maybe I was too hard on him.

Maybe, I owed him an apology.

When I finally emerged from my room, black pants and just a big shirt on as I towel dried my hair, I found him sitting at the table cleaning his most prized possession.

Elizabeth, his gun.

He didn’t even glance up at me, too busy in his own world to acknowledge my presence. The “mess” from our threat earlier was already all taken care of, everything back in its place as if it had never even occurred. Setting my damp towel down on the back of the chair to his right, I pulled it out and sat down.

“What do you want now?” he grumbled, making me feel a pang of guilt about my behavior towards him earlier.

“I’m sorry.”

His gun clanked loudly against the metal table as it fumbled between his long nimble fingers, eyes wide in shock at my apology. He carefully pushed it aside, hands clasped in front of him as he looked up at me. I felt my heart skip a beat as he gazed at me, his eyebrows raised, making him look like a hurt puppy almost.

“I know–I know it’s not easy living in such close quarters with me, Wren. I don’t mean to irritate you. Well, at least not all of the time.” he joked, a smile tugging at his lips. I chuckled lowly, eyes looking down at a burn on the table from enemy blaster fire earlier, fingers tracing over the scorch marks.

“I think we just haven’t had the chance to try and understand one another, Chanyeol. Between constant firefights, the pressure we’re under from the Diamond Corp, my father and ourselves. It hasn’t left much room for anything but stress and animosity. Plus, we come from very different lifestyles, and it shows most of the time.

As much as I want to be the best at what I do, I know…I know you deserve that just as much as I do, if not more. You’ve worked hard to get here, so have I. But, my struggles have never been the same as yours, and I think I forget that too often. But, our drive is the same, our goals are the same. To be the best, to do our best, to succeed.

I can’t even fathom how you manage to be as happy and carefree as you are, considering the hand you were dealt in this life. You always find a way to make things bearable, even if I hate admitting that. You’ve never failed to keep your head in the right mindset, to keep moving forward. I admire that most about you, Chanyeol. It’s something I struggle with, and I could definitely learn a thing or two from you.

I know we don’t exactly see eye to eye, or get along for that matter. But…I want to try, if you’re willing to put aside our differences with me.”

He sat in silence for a moment, very obviously mulling over what I had just said to him. He still looked very conflicted, but there was something else there too. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

“Wren, I-”

He was interrupted by our emergency monitor connected to headquarters going off, the light flashing a bright red as it rang out through the ship. We both bolted up from our seats, rushing to the console. Chanyeol opened the channel, the connection going in and out, the picture glitching as we heard gunfire in the background. 

My father’s face came into frame, my hand flying to my mouth as I gasped in terror. You could see large flames behind him, blood trickling down from a gash in his forehead as the chaos continued behind him. I felt Chanyeol’s hand on the small of my back, a gesture of comfort as he leaned in towards the screen.

“Dad, are you okay? What’s going on?!” I exclaimed, tears brimming my eyes as I looked at my father, who was clearly in pain. 

“Wren, my sweet girl. I love you. Please, always remember that.” he choked out, tears streaming down his cheeks, a sob escaping my chest. Chanyeol pulled me into his side, hand cradling my head as I looked at the screen. 

I knew my dad wasn’t coming out of this alive.

“Chanyeol,” his eyes roamed over to him, turning his attention there.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Get as far away as you can, where no one can find you. They’re coming, and you’ll be the only ones left for them to come after. Please, protect my baby, Chanyeol. I know you can.” he pleaded, pulling himself back together, bringing his gun up.

“I love you, Wren. So much.” 

The screen went black, a strangled cry leaving my throat. Chanyeol wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head. I gripped him tightly around the waist, crying into his chest as he held me.

“Fuck, Wren, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” he whispered into my hair.

I don’t know how long we remained there, wrapped up in each other, but I was beyond grateful he was with me. He put his hands on my shoulders, pulling me away from him so he could look at me. 

“I’m going to get us out of here, as far away as I possibly can. Do you need me to take you to your room? I can.” he offered, his voice calm and soothing in a sense. I stared blankly up at him, shock seemingly paralyzing me where I was. I couldn’t respond, I was just stuck, staring at the man in front of me.

Just then, a large explosion shook the ship, startling both of us from our trance. Chanyeol’s eyes widened, immediately pushing me against the nearest wall to keep us from toppling over. I white knuckled the front of his jacket, gazing up at him with concern.

“Shit, shit, shit! They found us already, fuck! They must have been tracking us the entire time.” he exclaimed, his hold on me tightening as he looked around for any structural damage. 

“Wren, I know that-that what just happened is a shock, but I need you right now. I need your help. I can’t fend them off on my own.” he pleaded, hand cupping my cheek, the deep pools of his eyes searching my face. I let out a deep breath, brow furrowing in determination. 

“Let’s end this. Right now.” he grinned, letting go of me and retrieving his gun from the table.

“There’s the Wren I know.” I spun, running to my room to grab my guns before meeting him. He took my hand in his, tugging me with him towards the boarding area, meeting them head on. We both found cover on opposite ends of the large room, nodding to each other, signalling that we were ready. 

Chanyeol hit the button to the blast doors, them sliding open slowly. The raiders swarmed in, there was at least ten or twelve of them. They looked around, seemingly surprised that the doors opened on their own.

“Welcome to the Black Pearl, motherfuckers.”

Chanyeol yelled, jumping out from his cover, firing off a shot that hit one right between the eyes. His aim was absolutely impeccable, always. The firefight began, blast hitting the walls next to us almost endlessly. There were so many of them and only two of us. It didn’t feel like we could win this, but we weren’t going to give up that easily.

One by one, we slowly took them out until there were no more left standing. We both let out a sigh of relief, thinking we were in the clear, but we were very wrong. Five or six more came running in, someone at the back following close behind.

Sehun.

The leader of the Hittmu Raiders was here, on our ship. The same man we had been searching for, for months. The man who ordered the Diamond Corps demise. 

My fathers demise. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Sehun taunted, knowing full well where we were. Chanyeol shook his head no at me, knowing simply by the look on my face, what I wanted to do. I ignored him, stepping out, gun raised and aimed at him.

“There she is. Diamond Corps most prized solider.” he snickered, making my blood boil in anger. Chanyeol appeared from his hiding spot, stepping in front of me protectively. 

“Hello, brother.” a growl rumbled in Chanyeol’s chest, his body shaking in anger, hate. I looked up at him in shock, unaware that Sehun was Chanyeol’s flesh and blood. His determination to find him made so much sense now in my mind, all the dots finally connecting. 

“You are not my brother. You haven’t been for fifteen years, cocksucker.” he responded, voice low, almost terrifying. I had never seen such hate drip from his lips, not in the entire time I’d known him.

“Is that any way to greet family, Chanyeol? Tsk, tsk. Luckily for you, I’m very forgiving.” I felt his hand on my hip, pushing me behind him even further, making me latch onto his forearm. 

“I’ll tell you what, you give me the girl, and I’ll let you live. How’s that sound?” he offered, folding his hands in front of himself professionally, dark eyes piercing, intimidating as he grinned maliciously.

“Fuck you!” he shouted, neck flushing bright red.

“What a shame. I didn’t want to kill you, brother. But, I can’t have you getting in the way of what I’m after anymore. Open fire, boys.” 

“Chanyeol!” I screamed, trying to pull him out of the way before the first shot went off, but I wasn’t fast enough. It hit him in the side, singeing his jacket, burning the skin there. I yanked him out of the way, pushing him behind the nearest cover. They continued to fire, sparks flying, shrapnel falling all around us.

“No, no, no. Not you too.” I cried, holding my hand over his now bleeding wound. His fingers came up to cover mine, eyes meeting my stare. He gave me a small smile, eyes going in and out of focus in pain, face contorting slightly.

“Tis but a scratch.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, the firefight around us seemingly fading into the background as he made light of the situation.

“I’m okay. I’ll be okay, Wren.” he reassured. I took a deep breath, getting a good hold on my gun and then taking his from his grasp.

“I need to borrow Elizabeth for a minute.” he nodded, hand moving to cover the spot I had been holding for him, applying the pressure he needed.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, anger fueling my rage. I walked out from my cover, standing tall as I shot them all one by one in the head. Sehun’s surprise wasn’t hidden, him backing away from me as each one of his men collapsed at his feet. When they were all dead, I squared up with him, eyes burning with hate as he looked at me in terror, staring down the barrel of Chanyeol’s gun.

“Say hello to Elizabeth, dickhead.” 

The gun went off, his head exploding into a million pieces from the close range, blood splattering my face. I watched his body slowly drop to the floor, staring down at what was left of the man who was responsible for the death of my father and many other’s.

A pair of well weathered hands removed the guns from mine, my head turning to find Chanyeol, eyes full of sympathy. He dropped both weapons to the floor, turning me to face him, hands cupping my cheeks. I could see the admiration in his eyes, and something else.

Suddenly his lips were on mine, kissing me fiercely as he pulled me close. I found myself returning the kiss, hands winding around his waist and gripping him tightly. Suddenly he let out a yelp into my mouth, my hands immediately leaving him. I realized I had touched his wound, my fingers soaked with his blood again.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Chanyeol.” I apologized, taking his hand and tugging him back towards our living area, quickly shutting the blast doors behind us. I sat him down in the nearest chair, then ran off to grab our first aid kit. Kneeling between his legs with a hand on his thigh, I surveyed his wound.

“Well, this is a sight I never thought I’d see.” he remarked, my eyes shooting up to give him a glare.

“Just because you’re hurt, doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass, Park.” he shrugged.

“Fair enough. I’ll be quiet now.” 

“Good idea. Now, I need you take off your shirt.” he smirked, receiving a smack to the arm from me.

“Oh, come on! I couldn’t ignore that one!” he complained.

“Just take your fucking shirt off. I’m going to go get us out of here and head towards…somewhere.” I demanded, moving to stand up and walk away. His long fingers wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.

“Set our course for Earth.” I stared at him dumbfounded, unsure what to respond with.

“But, Chanyeol-”

“I need you to trust me, Wren. Please.” I brought my free hand to his face, digits pushing that ridiculous blue hair from his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll be back, alright?”

“I’m going to take care of this on my own. You should probably go get cleaned up too, you’ve got blood all over your face. Meet me in my room in an hour, alright?” he proposed, giving me that look I couldn’t place again.

“Okay, Chanyeol.” he released his hold on me, slowly standing up and grabbing the first aid kit as he walked towards his room. I watched him until he disappeared from my sight, curious about his change in demeanor and actions towards me. I shook off the feeling, turning to head to the front of the ship.

I sat myself down in Chanyeol’s usual seat, hastily imputing the coordinates to Earth. I stared down at the console blankly, unsure of what to think of everything that had occured, in such a short amount of time.

Where do we even go from here? Everything that just happened was in heat of the moment, wasn’t it? That kiss didn’t mean anything. It just kind of…happened, right?

After I had taken a shower for the second time that night, I made my way to Chanyeol’s quarters. I knocked lightly on his door, hearing him call for me to come in. Slidding the door open, I found him sitting on his bed, struggling to wrap gauze around his naked waist.

“Chanyeol, why didn’t you let me do that? I told you I would.” I complained, pushing the door shut behind me before moving over to help him. He dropped his hands, sighing loudly in defeat as I carefully dressed his wound, fingers grazing his skin every so often as I did. I kept my eyes on my own hands, not wanting to meet his intense gaze.

“I’m sorry you even have to do this for me. It’s kind of embarrassing.” he confessed as I finished up, taking a seat next to him.

“You’d do the same for me.” I pointed out.

“Yeah, I would.” 

We sat in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, just relishing in the calm. His fingers reached over, intertwining with mine. His hand warm, comforting. I finally looked up at him, our eyes meeting.

“I’m sorry about your dad, Wren.”

“I’m sorry about your bother, Chanyeol. I didn’t know.”

“He deserved to die. He’s killed so many innocent people, it was only a matter of time before it caught up to him. I should have told you he was my brother, but I didn’t want you to hate me more than you already did.” I felt incredibly guilty for how I had treated him all these years, never taking the time to understand why he was the way he was.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I was so wrong about everything…about you.” I revealed, bringing my other hand up to run my fingers over the back of his hand that was laced with mine. I rested my head on his shoulder, my cheek pressed against his hot skin.

“It’s okay, Wren. How were you supposed to even know, when I never told you about it? You couldn’t have. It’s not your fault.” he replied softly, head moving to rest against mine.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out, carefully lifting my head to look at him. He gave me a comforting smile, making my insides feel like they were on fire.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. We were both too caught up in our own shit, to see the other for who they truly were. It’s water under the bridge, and now we just need to focus on getting the fuck out of here, okay?” he reasoned, bringing his free hand up to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. I nodded in response, feeling my cheeks dust a deep shade of pink at his intimate gesture. 

“I should go. You need to rest.” I got to my feet suddenly, getting myself as far away from his touch as I could, moving straight for the door.

“Wren, wait.” 

He called out, struggling to stand up, but managing to on his own. He approached, making me back up until I hit the closed door, hands splaying out against the cold steel as I made myself as small as possible. His large hand rested on the surface next to my head, face inches from mine, his warm breath washing over me.

“Don’t go.” he whispered, his other hand reaching up to cup my jaw, thumb skimming over my bottom lip. A tingle shot up my spine, back arching slightly, my reaction making a cocky smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Chanyeol…” my voice cracked, making me suck in a breath as my heart pounded wildly.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Wren. I was trying to tell you earlier, but obviously we had more important things to deal with at the time. I’ve only ever teased you, because I wanted to hide how much I actually liked you. You’re smart, funny when you want to be, ruthless and an absolute fucking knockout.” I felt my face heat up at his words, probably looking as red as a ripe tomato.

“I want you, and I want you right now. Please, Wren, I’m begging you. I need you.” he nearly whined, making my thighs clench in excitement at his words. His hand moved down to my neck, digits skirting across my skin, moving until they reached the top of my breast, resting there.

“Please.” he asked again, lips brushing against mine.

“Yes.” was all I said. 

His lips came crashing down onto mine, pressing the length of his body flush against me. I wound my arms around his neck, fingers tangling into his still slightly damp hair as I deepened the kiss. His tongue stroked mine, dominating easily as he pulled me away from the wall, guiding us towards his bed. 

We tumbled down onto the soft mattress, Chanyeol letting out a grunt into my lips, making me pull away. I took his face in my hands, reading his expression carefully.

“Are you okay?” I questioned him, caressing his soft cheek.

“I’m fine. Now, shut up and kiss me.” his mouth slanted over mine in an instant, fingers finding the hem of my shirt and beginning to pull it upward. He moved away, easily tugging it from my body, revealing my lack of undergarments, eyes darkening with pure lust.

Immediately he snaked down my body, lips wrapping around a peaked nipple, pulling it into his mouth as his hands cupped my breast, tongue swirling around it slowly. I pushed myself towards him, hands gripping his shoulders as his tongue did marvelous things to me. Looking down, I found his eyes on me, smiling devilishly as he caught my bud between his teeth. I let out a loud whimper, fingers moving to his hair and tugging.

He let go, swiftly moving to the other one, giving it the same treatment as he rolled my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I couldn’t stop the sounds passing my parted lips, making him groan against my flesh in return. He released me with a loud pop, quickly moving down my body, fingers undoing my pants and yanking them down and off of me. 

He tossed them over his shoulder carelessly, making them land somewhere on the floor. His thumbs hooked into the band of my underwear, pulling them off just as fast as he had my pants, my glistening folds now on display to him. I watched him lick those plush lips, eyes taking in all of me as I lay naked before him. 

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on, Wren.” 

He praised, lips beginning to kiss every inch of my bare skin, fingers leaving a trail of fire behind them. He moved between my legs, wrapping his long arms around my thighs, yanking them open and exposing me fully. His right hand released its hold on me, moving inward to run his finger along my slit. I jerked slightly at the contact, feeling my core stir with anticipation. 

“Look how wet you are for me already.” he mused, smiling as he gathered my essence along his finger, then popping it into his mouth, licking off every last drop. My eyes rolled back, a moan bursting from my chest at the sight.

“Chanyeol, stop toying with me. You tease me enough as it is.” I proclaimed, grabbing at my own hair in frustration.

“You didn’t say please.” he taunted, making me whine in complaint.

“Please! Please, Chanyeol!”

“Atta girl.” he dove in full force, tongue finding my swollen bud and starting a full fledged assault on it. My thighs tried closing on their own, but he quickly pushed them apart, licking along my folds with vigor. I squirmed under his tight grasp, feeling the heat building in my abdomen, feeling like a hole was burning right through me.

His lips found my pearl, bringing it between them and sucking roughly, but not an unbearable amount. I grabbed his blue head of hair, rotating my hips against his face, desperate to feel my release. He pulled away unexpectedly, my juices running down his chin, shinning on his swollen lips. He brought two fingers to his mouth, wetting them before bringing them down to my entrance.

He gave me a wicked grin, then roughly inserted both, curling them immediately. I arched off the mattress, my body throbbing as he fucked me with his fingers, mouth moving back to pay attention to my clit. I could feel my core tightening, walls clenching around him. He pulled his mouth away from me again, his voice bringing me out of my trancelike state.

“You’re going to cum all over my fingers, aren’t you, dirty girl?” I panted, chest rising and falling rapidly as he worked those long fingers with skill I had never experienced.

“Yes-yes!” I cried out, tears stinging the corner of my eyes.

“Then do it.” he snarled, teeth clamping down on my inner thigh, curling his digits one last time, sending me hurling into my orgasm. I moaned loudly, calling out his name like it was stuck on repeat as it fell from my tongue. I ground myself into his palm, riding through my climax as he stopped his movements inside me.

His hand left me suddenly, making me let out a whimper in protest at the loss of contact. I locked eyes with him, feeling my hair sticking to my sweaty skin. He removed his pants and underwear finally, crawling up my body until he was face to face with me.

Grabbing himself at the base, he coated his length in my release before pushing into me with ease. I let out a sound of relief as he filled me, quickly bottoming out. He growled over top of me, eyes closing as he held my hips tightly.

“Fuck, you feel so warm and wet. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last with your cunt feeling this good around my dick.” he confessed, beginning to move slowly within me.

“Just fuck me, Chanyeol. Hard and fast, I’m begging you. I can’t even tell you how much I fucking need you.” I pleaded with him, holding his face in my hands before kissing him hungrily. He returned the kiss as he fucked into me roughly, skin slapping against skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails raking down his back as he showed me absolutely no mercy.

We both cried out loudly, my slick walls tightening around him like a vice grip. His thumb eagerly found my clit, rubbing in harsh circles as he maintained his brutal pace. My second climax came roaring up through me, a scream erupting from the back of my throat as I came hard on his cock. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

He whined, pulling out quickly, pumping himself as ribbons of his release coated my still clenching stomach. I lay there speechless, arms hanging loosely at my sides as he sat back on his heels, both of us panting heavily. I gave him a content smile, running a hand through my hair as I reached out to touch him. He returned it, that goofy grin taking over his handsome face.

“What?” I finally asked, still breathing rapidly as I gazed up at him.

“Your stomach looks like a Jackson Pollock painting.” I leaned up and smacked his chest as he laughed loudly, halfheartedly trying to fend me off.

“If you hadn’t just given me the best orgasms of my life, I would kick your fucking ass, Park Chanyeol!” I shouted, still swinging away at him playfully.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I’ll wipe it off! Gesh, woman.” he joked, leaning over the edge of the bed to grab a discarded shirt to clean it up. He was gentle, making sure he got all of it off before tossing back to the floor. 

He stretched above me, wincing in pain, both of us remembering his wound. I took his hand, carefully tugging him to lay down beside me. I brought his arm around my shoulders, resting my head against his chest, fingers running along his still sweat covered skin slowly. 

“Where do we go from here, Wren? Everything we’ve worked for is over, the people we cared about, gone.” he pointed out, hand stroking my hair gently as he spoke. I tilted my head up, taking his face in my hand and moving him to meet my gaze, my thumb and forefinger latching on to his earlobe and massaging it gently.

“No. I still have you, and you still have me. That’s enough.” I told him confidently. He bent to kiss me, holding my face gently as he did. Once he released me, he grinned happily.

“You’re right, Wren. That is enough. None of this will be easy from here on out, I know that. But, if I have you to go through the rest of this life with, I’ll be more than content.” he stated, his words making my heart flutter happily.

“Me too, Chanyeol. Me too.”

[mylittlejoanie]

Cherry Blossoms (I) - a chanyeol story

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Plot: You loved Chanyeol with everything you had; but after many broken promises, it may be time to let him go

Genre: Total and complete angst

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Reader

I woke up with a start. I felt sweat beaded on my brow; I wiped it with the back of my hand and slowly opened my eyes. I could see the beginnings of a sunrise creeping in through my blinds, a few birds chirping to start their early day. ‘What time is it?’ I couldn’t find my phone. I  lazily pawed at the other side of my bed, startled when my hand hit something warm. 

He’s here. Chanyeol is here.

When did he arrive? He surely wasn’t here when I went to sleep at 2am. He had promised me he’d be home by 11. He said he would make me popcorn, and we could finally watch that cheesy drama I’ve been begging him to watch with me. He said we could finally have time together, alone. 

But as usual, Chanyeol broke every single one of his promises. 

He was pretty good at that.

Park Chanyeol and I were high school sweethearts. I’d been by his side since our school days. If I closed my eyes, I could still picture him, walking around the halls with a spring in his step, smiling and waving at everyone he saw. The sparkle in his eyes was contagious. He was popular with everyone, and not just because he was training to be an idol and would surely be famous one day. 

He had a way of making everyone he met feel important. He made everyone feel like they belonged, like they were a part of something. That sense of belonging is what drew me to him, and it’s why I never left his side. I knew that even if he never became famous, he was still going to be somebody one day. He already was to me. We were in love; the kind of love that makes you feel like you’re invincible. I didn’t think anything in the world could ever tear us apart. 

And then he debuted. 

—

 "Chanyeol, stop, you’re going way too fast!“ I managed to get a sentence out through my heavy breathing. I tried my best to stifle a giggle as I ran to catch up with him. It was a gorgeous spring day in Seoul. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and the streets had a strange stillness to them. It was virtually silent, but we wouldn’t have been paying attention if anyone else had been around. The exquisite beauty of the park and the tangible force of our bond was enough to keep us shielded from the outside world. Chanyeol turned around to face me, fluffy hair bobbing in the breeze, his lanky arms almost flowing behind him, as if he were underwater. And that smile… 

Chanyeol has always had a smile that made people stop in their tracks. It wasn’t because his teeth were blindingly white, or because he was always laughing when he smiled. It was because his smile was genuine. I could never remember a time when Chanyeol expressed any emotion other than pure, unadulterated happiness. Sure, he got sad, frustrated, tired. His training kept him busier than the average 19 year old, and I didn’t expect him to be in a great mood every second. But he handled his feelings like a true professional. He’d been that way even before he signed with that entertainment company. 

 "Jagi! Come here! Run to me!” I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and leapt into his muscular arms. He held me tightly and spun me around, gleefully laughing all the while. I could see cherry blossoms, green grass, and the face of the love of my life. As long as I was with him, I didn’t have a care in the world. 

Chanyeol cradled me gently with one arm and rested his other on my shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply, trying to say what he couldn’t possibly express with words. When he looked up at me, I saw that his features had hardened and he had suddenly become subdued. A shadow hung over his face as he said the five words that changed both of our lives irrevocably. 

“I’m debuting in six months.“ 

Tears rolled down my face as I realized what this meant. No more sleepovers, no more walking through busy streets unrecognized, no more late night phone calls and promises of forever. Things were changing. We were no longer going to be two carefree teenagers in love; he was going to be an idol, with millions of fans all over the world, and I would be the girlfriend that he eventually had to leave behind. Because there was no way Park Chanyeol wasn’t going to be accepted with open arms by an adoring public. I loved him, more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. I just hoped that everyone else would love him, too. 

"Chan… what about us? What about forever?” His lips gently curled upwards as he told me the words I’d been wanting to hear since I was a lowly freshman, admiring him from afar. “Forever. Nothing could ever change that. You and me, forever…” he words trailed off as he held my hands in his, gently swaying back and forth in the breeze. Could life get any more perfect than this?

—

It was no longer cherry blossom season in Seoul, and we were no longer teenagers. Chanyeol’s group, EXO, became one of the most successful Kpop groups of all time. He got to tour the world with his best friends, meet new people, and live his dreams. Or at least, part of his dreams. 

 I stayed behind.

What else could I have done? I went to college, completed my degree, bought a shitty car and a flat in central Seoul. I threw myself into my work, into cocktail parties where I avoided conversations about my love life. What could I say about the great Park Chanyeol that everyone didn’t already know? His birthday, his mom’s name, his sister’s name, even his goddamn blood type were all in the public domain. 

 I was the only thing that stayed a secret. 

In the beginning, he tried. He really, truly tried. He would come to my flat after showcases, exhausted and covered in sweat, just to give me a kiss and a quick hug before heading back to his dorm to fall into bed. Every second that he wasn’t practicing or performing or recording was spent trying to communicate with me in some way. He had flowers delivered, and he would FaceTime me from backstage. I began to see how the effort to keep our thin threads of a relationship together was wearing him down. He no longer smiled his soul-changing grin, he had bags under his eyes. With many tears shed, I told him to take a step back from me. I didn’t want him to risk his reputation by causing a scandal. Why the fuck would it have been called a “scandal”, anyway? Since when was being in love a crime?  Regardless, he did what he was told. He promised to always keep in touch, to check up on me, and to be with me whenever he could. 

Those were the first promises broken. 

Since then, I couldn’t count on all of my digits how many promises he’d thrown aside. He missed my college graduation, almost every single one of my birthdays, and I didn’t have him around to help me move into what was supposed to be our first apartment together. Instead of coming home early on the rare nights he had off, he’d stay in the studio until the early hours of the morning, his guitar strings coated in his blood from playing. But it wasn’t entirely his fault that our relationship slowly crumbled. I could have joined him on any tour spot I wished; Chanyeol was exceedingly generous, and would have flown me straight to him the second I had said the word. But I was too engrossed in my work, too busy trying to stay afloat without my other half to realize that my other half was exactly what I needed. I didn’t stop to think about how heartbreakingly lonely touring must be, how much he missed his family. I didn’t even entertain the thought that he might have missed me as much as I missed him. 

I would call him, and he wouldn’t answer. He would text me, and I wouldn’t see it until the next day. I couldn’t remember the last time we had a real conversation, the last time we ate cold ramen and drank hot tea and poured out the day’s events, giggling as he recounted a funny prank he had played on his friends. I barely knew them. I had met them all once, maybe twice. They were polite, and kind to me. But I had seen the pity in their eyes. Maybe they knew all along. 

 I was finally catching up. 

I felt tears drip into my mouth, salty and hot. It was that taste that shook me out of my daydreams and made me realize exactly what I needed to do, for both of us. I felt surprisingly strong despite how weak I truly was. My tears didn’t betray my heart full of sorrow; that would come later. In the back of my mind, I had known this was coming, but memories of cherry blossoms kept me from seeing reality.

 He took it well. His eyes watered, but tears never spilled over the edge. He smiled at me, wished me the best, promised we would always be friends, gave me a quick side hug, and left. I knew that was all a lie. How could someone so completely wonderful have any time for me? I wasn’t even an idol, and I had barely had time for him.

He hadn’t begged, pleaded, or cried. But had I really expected him to? He was Chanyeol, world famous rapper and musician. Within a year, there would be an announcement of his relationship with a female idol infinitely more beautiful than I. It would be a perfect match. 

He would finally have his forever. But what about mine? 

Chanyeol

I shook the tears from my face as I walked as fast as I could down the street and away from her cozy apartment. It took every ounce of strength I had not to turn around and scream for her, beg for another chance. It was cold outside, and I could feel it in my bones. I could still feel her in my skin, in every single part of me. I had never felt this kind of uncontrollable sadness before. I felt like half of me was gone, the better half of me. I would have died for her, but now I was walking away from the one thing I had in this world that was worth my life. It had just been me and her for so many years. How could I possibly move forward without my heartbeat? 

I had promised forever, and I meant it. 

Now I had to let her go, and do everything in my power to change what I hadn’t in the past. Maybe we could rebuild, move on, and continue growing together. But within a year, she’d find someone nice to date. Someone who would be there when she called, someone reliable. Someone who would actually keep their promises. 

 Someone infinitely better than me.

[pandabearlikes]

No News

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5

Chapter o1. Absentia

They shake their heads, lips flatten, and voice crippled within their esophagus, unable to repeat the same words of torment.  No news.

It’s been…

one…

two…

thirty…

ninety…

two-hundred fifteen…

five hundred and nineteen days since his disappearance, since I’ve had to exit the military base with the same conclusion.  Brief moments, soft whispers, discussions of sympathy ensue by people in the background, who wished to help but could only deliver the statement, “no news.”

They see my small smile and the soldiers' eyes gloss over.  Another bows his head low, the third pats me on my calm shoulders.  Again, the corner of my lips push upward and I graciously bow.  What they don’t know is that…to me…no news now meant, “good" news.  It meant, I could still continue on with this hope that perhaps tomorrow’s answer may be different.

“Maybe it’s time to let go…” they suggest as they catch me staring absent-mindedly out the window as if waiting for someone to appear at the street corner and race down the yellow brick road up to our house…he’d smile that precious grin of his…his deep dimple brightening up my day like the star in the night sky…

I keep quiet.  My thumb swirls around in circular patterns along the ornate frame that encased the photo of my love.

“YiXing wouldn’t want you to hurt like this for him…” my lover’s comrade, Park Chanyeol, pats the back of my hands.  His remark summons the first quiet tear.  The solo droplet disturbs the tranquility of YiXing’s grin on the invaluable photo.  His friend squeezes my hand and continues.  I know my breakdown is not what he wills, but it is also what he wills…to tear down the last bits of hope that kept my facade in place.  “With all the evidence they found…and all the blood at the base that they tested and confirmed belonged to YiXing, you can file for a declaration of death in absentia…”

Why would I want to do that?

My nails dig into his palm.  Chanyeol clenches his jaw, hiding back any reaction as he watches his words seep into the crevices of my heart.

“…that way…you can move on…”

It’s as if time stopped…as neither of us breathe…and I think to myself…wouldn’t this be better.  Better…in that to me anything was better than accepting that I’d never get to see YiXing ever again - never get to hear that angelic voice of his that used to lull an insomniac, like me, to sleep in the matter of seconds.  Never be able to snuggle into his warm chest…never able to kiss those sweet lips…

I’d rather never breathe ever again…

Before I know it, rivers of tears stream down my cheeks - the bridge of my nose washes over in plum.  By now, my nails have penetrated through Chanyeol’s skin.  I choke back tears, ignoring his unwavering stare in my direction.  

“…Ho-how…can you say that?” I squeeze out.  

A tear seeps out of Chanyeol’s eyes, so foreign and uncharacteristic of a soldier who survived an explosion, had to have layers and layers of painful skin grafting, but did not shed a single tear.  

His lack of response kindled my inner torment.  I whip my head around and throw him a glare.  A mere housewife challenging a brave warrior; I must be stupid.  I must be foolish.

“He’s gone…” he whispers.

Instantly, I turn around, rejecting his criminal words, that condemned me to the tormented life of a widow.  I hug the picture frame close against my chest and try my best to block out Chanyeol’s presence but the stubborn man holds me by each side of my arm and forces me to turn to him.

“Wake up!  He’s gone.  YiXing is dea-“

A hard slap crashes across his handsome face - a punishment I know a kind-hearted and caring man like him did not deserve.  But he is a warrior, who stood up bravely in the front lines of destruction and I am a coward that runs away from reality.

“He is not!” I spat back.

“HE IS! You know it! I know it! Everyone knows it.  There was no way he would have survived the explosi—“

Another slap.  The throbbing pain aches his heart more than the permanent scars that covered his muscular body.  But he stares at me, undefeated, with those intense eyes of his as if waiting for me to crumble.  

“He is GONE!”

Slap.  My palms pulsate in burning sensations that shook my entire body.  The water flooding my cheeks opposes to the fire like two rivaled elements.

“He-“

Slap.

“H-“

Slap.

Those eyes, born to spread happiness and delight, fire and courage, overflow with rain - yet, they continue to drill into mine.  

“He’s gone…” Chanyeol whispers, so faintly that for a moment, I think it’s my own imagination.  I lift up my hand to land another blow but these shaken cells of mine have long lost all energy.  Before the first wail breathes its first ounce of oxygen, I find myself crushed against Chanyeol’s chest.  His large palm cradles the back of my head as I struggle to free myself out of his…his…unconditional love…that suffocated me.  But at the same time, my self destruction, suffocates my male companion.  I punch and kick him, desperately trying to release his inner turmoil.

“You are his best friend!  How could you let him die?!” I wheeze, striking Chanyeol right in the center of his heart.  His face falls as he stuffs me back into his protection, hooking his chin atop my head.  “How could let him die?!  You promised me before the two of you left for duty that you’d bring him back safe and sound…” I wheeze, cowardly directing the blame onto the one person who should not receive it.  The next statement I make is one that I’ll come to regret for the rest of my life.  “It should have been you,” I say without emotions.  Chanyeol’s coaxing strokes halt.  He freezes there as if allowing my harsh words to replay in his mind over and over again.  As if it weren’t enough, I lift my head out of his arms, narrow my eyes up to his, and make clear, “You should have die—“

His lips presses against mine.  He’s not sure why…that is the solution he came up with…so he would not have to hear the completion of such a tolling remark.  So as to relieve me of such a sin…or perhaps, it is the one selfish thing he has wanted to do for years but never had the courage to do. How foolish did that sound…?  A soldier, who did not fear being set on scorching fire, lacked the boldness to pursue the woman he loved…

I stay there, paralyzed by Chanyeol’s actions…remaining quiet as his tears collect onto my cheeks, stream down my neck, following the path to my heart.  It is the first moment where I finally settle to the dwelling reality…the first moment I finally wake up from my unstable emotions and begin to process the recent sequence of events between Chanyeol and me.  My glassy orbs dart right to left, trying to read the man’s thoughts to no avail as his usually telling eyes were snapped shut.  His wet lashes protect him from this painful reality - the truth that he broke his promise to the girl he loved, the truth that his comrade and best friend died, the truth that he had uneasily stayed alive after rounds of medical resurrection, just for me to tell him he should have died.  

A tear rolls down the corner of my eye.  Silently, I stay still and wait for Chanyeol to make the next move but he too, opts to lengthen this prized moment.  His lips are cool against mine.  I allow scenes from our childhood to replay in my perplexed mind.  He lets my lasting words sink deep into his wounds.  It’s not like I did not know of Chanyeol’s affections, it’s that I made the conscious decision to act ignorant all these years as to keep both YiXing and him by my side.  It’s not that Chanyeol didn’t know my words were only misdirected sorrow, it’s that he made the conscious recognition that no matter what he did, he could not replace the spot in my heart, once held by YiXing.

Slowly, Chanyeol parts his lips from mine, releasing me of his hold.  As he walks away, the salty taste of his parting tear lingers on my tastebud.  

Chanyeol…My lips part to say, but don’t make a sound as I watch him exit the door.

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A month later, I hear of the news during a regular visit to the military base, that Chanyeol had signed up to go back on duty, despite his yet fully healed injuries.  In fact, with the extent of his battle wounds, he had been pardoned from needing to ever serve again.  

“Where is he?” I bunch the hem of my blouse into my right fist and ask.

They direct me to wait in his room, stating that he’d be back from training in half an hour.  For the first time, I get a glimpse of what life YiXing and Chanyeol lived as soldiers fighting for the country.  Simple blankets, cot beds, pillows solid enough to cause me days of neck ache.  The colors of olive green and ivory builds a world of utter stillness…all but one small pastel pink frame hidden under his pillow.  I flip it over against my palm.  Brows waver at the recognition of my own photo.  A note beside it reads, “For her smile…”  My lower lip ripples.

Just then, two men’s voices echo down the hall.  Within seconds, the door swings open.  Both soldiers freeze to my presence.  A brief twinkle sparks in Chanyeol’s eyes before he forces himself to suppress it.

“Chanyeol-ah…” I whisper, breaking the silence.  

“Ahh, I see you have a guest, Chanyeol.  I’ll go next door and borrow their floor tonight!  You enjoy!” the shorter soldier tries to break the heavy tension with his humor.

Instead of breaking into laughter, my vision runs down Chanyeol’s bare upper body, that covered in countless scars and burns.  I suppress my urge to break down while the soldier hastily rummages the shelves for a clean uniform.  Quietly, I wait for Chanyeol to finish getting dressed.  He takes the empty spot, beside me, on his cot.  A wave of silence engulfs us as neither of us wish to disturb this moment of calm.  In those brief moments, for the first time, I give this man my undivided attention.  My eyes marvel at his gorgeous side profile, his cute elf ears, down his arms, his large hands there were made to carry large machineries, and long legs that he had to place hip width apart so his knees wouldn’t collide with a mini table beside the bed.  Compared to my petite, dangling legs, his seems to belong to a giant.  

“Chanyeol-ah…” I break the silence for the second time and turn to him to say.

“Mmhm…” he nods but forces himself to not turn to me.

“…I heard you signed up to go back to the front lines…” I start, almost fearfully.

“Mm…” he nods and tilts his head up for a brief moment, hoping I don’t catch the glossiness of his eyes.

My own begin to sting.  “…but your injuries aren’t fully healed yet…” I vocalize the first excuse.  Little did I know, to him, the deepest injury within in heart, could never be fully healed.  Subconsciously, my fingertips run up a deep scar along his left lower arm.  When Chanyeol fails to come up with a plausible response, I add in, “Even if you want to rejoin, is there really such a rush?”

My concern summons a half-tremble on the beautiful man’s lower lip, in which he immediately turns away to pacify himself.  His train of sight lands on the pink picture frame.

Swallowing the lump on his throat, he nods, “Mmhm…”

Unknown to me, my hold around his arm tightens.  I too bite back the urge to cry.  

“Whe…when are you heading off?” I furrow my brows.  

“Tomorrow,” Chanyeol honestly notes to which I fail to hide my worry.  Both of my hands wrap around his arm as my brain cripples with fear of not only having lost YiXing, but may also lose Chanyeol.

Liquid wells within my orbs as I inquire, “Do you have to go?”

If only I knew…that this time, his mission was not to protect the country’s people…but a personal resolve to protect my happiness…to bring back YiXing…or die doing so...I would have…I would have...

“Mmhm…” Chanyeol now has his chin permanently tilted up to suppress his emotions to the lingering thought that perhaps, this is our final meeting.

Can you not go?

My heart swells with agony and my breathing starts to cease.  It’s the familiar feeling I often encountered sending YiXing off…but for some reason, this time, perhaps already with the death of YiXing still fresh, the possibility of losing Chanyeol felt so raw and real.  With YiXing, I learned that the biggest support to a soldier was to let him go and fight the battle he needed to fight.  Any clinging would only cause him or her to carry a burden to the front lines.  But today, beside Chanyeol, the man who loved me most in this lifetime, I couldn’t help myself but cling on. Naturally, I hug onto his left arm and maneuver my head to rest against his shoulder.  The rare intimacy pulls on the man’s heartstrings; he snaps his eyes shut as if by doing so he could snap himself from this moment he wanted to prolong for the rest of his life.  

“I’ll…wait for you.  So promise me, you will come back to me, safe and sound,” I try with all my might to say calmly but half-choke.  

A stream trailing down Chanyeol’s cheek sparkles under the moonlight.

“If…” my voice quivers, “…If you don’t come back—“

For the second time, Chanyeol cuts me off with a kiss.  Only, this time, instead of the soft and reserve peck, this kiss is hast and fervent.  The familiar salty taste slips onto my tongue.  Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him back, for the first time, returning his feelings with the same amount of passion.  His lips are warm, his breathing, labor and hot against my cupid’s bow.  As he peers into my eyes, I suddenly feel the urge to get on my knees and beg him not to go.  They say, a female’s intuition is enough proof.  But Chanyeol buries my thoughts with another kiss.  Our hands roam - mine follow the endless trails and bumps along his skin - his mold around the feminine curvatures of my body.  For a brief moment, he stops to gaze into my eyes.  I nod in consent.

Our lips reunite as he lowers me onto the bed.  Fingers slips through fingers.  His larger physique hovers over me like a shield.  I tug him to lower him and close the distance.  He is so warm and lovely, I press him against me, hoping, wishing, praying for this moment to last forever.  For, neither of us know how long I must wait for him to return home but in this single moment, with him so close, he was safe and sound.

I graze his soft lips with an amble amount of sweet kisses as I rid him of his army uniform.  In turn, Chanyeol trails his lips down my jaw, neck, shoulders, and collarbone, discarding anything blocking us from this raw exchange of affections.  

He is strong but not forceful, though an ounce of desperation is evident in each movement.  Sweat mixes with tears, the condensation cools our fire.  Each pulsation becomes a source of healing for the both of us.  I become married to the idea that life with Chanyeol would be the new beginning I had been waiting for, for so long…he was the courage I needed to face the painful occurrences of reality.  

I let out a soft giggle in the middle of our lovemaking that, in turn, cracks a wide grin along my lover’s lips.  We pause for a moment to stare into each other’s eyes, where words needn’t be spoken out loud.  Or at least, I willed my indescribable appreciation for his love and protection to be transferred to his heart.  

“I’ve remembered where each and every scar is, on your body…when you come back, there can only be less, not more,” I plead him to promise as I press a palm against the center of his chest.  

A sad smile appears on his handsome face as he calms my anxiety down with a short nod, strokes my cheek with the back of his hand, and lowers his head to join our lips again.

A/N: Hello :)  How has everyone been? I hope well, I just finished editing this story and thought to post it to liven your spirits on hump day.  

In the process of editing a looong Sehun Historical Series that I finished during the summer ^-^ Stay tuned!

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DIAMOND (CEO AU Baekhyun Series) Part 3

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Author: @julietsoddeye AU: CEO!Baekhyun Genre: Angst | Smut | Romance Pairing: Baekhyun x Lee Soojin (You/OC) Trigger Warning: Smut on future chapters. Mentions of car accident. Mentions of being blind. Baekhyun being an a-hole. Word Count: 2,451

Plot: After 10 years of exile to another country, you are finally back home and you were surprised to find out that you are engaged to the son of your father's long-time friend and business partner.

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The land you were trekking on doesn’t seem to end. It felt like you’ve been walking for a few hours already, yet the scenery doesn’t change one bit. The endless abyss of white and shiny cold sand you were ambulating on suddenly felt putty under your bare feet. The once sturdy beach became quicksand and it swallowed you whole, only your head and arms are visible. Before you were eaten by the earth, you saw Baekhyun there tout de suite above you. Nonchalantly, beautifully standing there and he seems to be not aware of your current struggle. You called out to him but it was all in vain as he was heedless of his surroundings. He doesn’t care; he can’t see or hear you.

Before you can even scream out for help again, the glebe engulfed you totally and you’re suddenly floating in outer space. Tiny stars are scattered everywhere, twinkling brightly, blinding your vision.

“Eonni! Help me please!” A tiny voice of a little girl suddenly calls out. You try to open your eyes to look everywhere, finding where that small voice came from.

“Eonni! I can’t see, help me!!!” The girl cries out bloody murder. You felt a tug on your long red dress and you look at the ground to see your 10-year-old sister slumped on the ground. She looked up at you, her whole face dripping with crimson blood. Her eyes hollow and looked like a crevasse similar to the outer space you’re currently in.

“Eonni, it’s your fault! You took my eyes away from me!” She shrieked her accusations and the void that was once her eyes outbursts with diamonds of different cuts and sizes.

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“Ms. Lee…”

“Ms. Lee…?”

“Ms. Lee Soojin…”

“Lee Soojin-ssi…”

“Soojin-ssi…”

“Wake up…”

“It’s time to wake up…”

“Ms. Soojin, please wake up…”

“Please wake up, Lee Soojin-ssi…”

Mia took a step back when you lurch up from your bed. You can feel cold sweat running down on your back and squeeze your eyes shut to try and fully awaken from your slumber.

“I was going to give you 10 more minutes of sleep, but you were having a nightmare.” Mia frowned and gave you a look of concern before she removed the heavy duvet from your body.

In the last 4 weeks, she’s been your constant companion, you both grew close. She may be your personal assistant, but that didn’t stop you from treating her less of a human. You don’t care about social ranking as much as your father or your mother and even Baekhyun do. You may be the daughter of a rich mogul who owns one of the best shipping lines in the world, but you’re different than them. You may slightly hate your parents from your banal expulsion, but you were still thankful because you didn’t turn out to be like them.

You may grow up alone, without your family beside you, but at least you learned to be compassionate to others. You didn’t become one of those spoiled brats you used to see back in your old school of snooty spawns of the rich and wicked.

“You still have five hours before you need to go to the airport for our flight to North America to meet Ms. Amano and Ms. Liu. And then fly again to the Bahamas.” Mia was reading something, probably an itinerary, in a folder she has in her arms. She almost always cradles documents in her arms whenever you see her, which is all of the time she spends with you. She never takes breaks or day offs, her only means of idleness is when you sleep at night. It’s as if she doesn’t have a family of her own.

“I told you, you can be comfortable around me whenever we are alone, Mia.” You said as you playfully poke her stomach through her corporate coat she always sports. You never see her in casual clothing. Remind yourself to take her shopping when you get to America on your downtime before the flight to The Bahamas.

“But Ms. Lee, your mother has eyes and ears around this house. I don’t want to lose my job.” Mia whispers at you and playfully winked before composing herself again and clearing her throat to mask her sudden cheerfulness.

“The only way you will lose your job is when I fire you. My mother may have hired you, but you’re stuck to me now. Haven’t you heard? I’m a needy and clingy person. You might want to quit now while you still can.” You snickered buoyantly and Mia offered you a brief but hearty laugh in return for your remark. Out of spite, you encircled your arms around her stomach in a sisterly hug.

“Oh!” Mia squeaked slightly at your sudden skinship.

“Mia, thank you because you’re sincere to me. Thank you for being a breath of fresh air among the rottenness of unwanted riches that surrounds me.” You said as you nuzzle your face on her stomach.

“Thank you for being nice to me, Ms. Lee. You’re the first ever employer who didn’t treat me like I’m just a mere servant.” Mia patted your head lovingly and stood you up from your bed to push you to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

“I’ll tell the staff to bring up your breakfast here so you don’t have to go down and see your father,” Mia mentions as she pushes open the bathroom door for you to enter.

“Thank you, Mia.” You beamed at her before closing the door to take a long and relaxing shower.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Captain Choi Song-ho of private flight BS501819, we have safely landed to our destination. Welcome to Innocence Island, located in the Bahamas’ Exuma chain of Islands. Local time is at 11:24 AM and the temperature is 30.6 °C.”

The pilot’s announcement can be heard from the speakers all over the privet jet. You were the only one who was awake to hear it. And when you saw that one of the only 2 flight attendants of this trip was waking Mia up, you instinctively started kicking Yanmei’s legs lightly in front of you who was drooling as she sleeps.

“What the dick hole… Wha—?” The ever foul mouthed and crude Yanmei cursed as she jolted awake. You wouldn’t believe she’s actually a teacher in a daycare with how edgy her tongue is.

You swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt and stretch out as you stood. You’ve been slumped on your seat for almost 18 hours in total and all you want to do is spread your limbs all over the place. You had two hours of layover in LAX, but it’s been spent shopping with Mia in the duty-free store as you wait for Yanmei and Hisako’s arrival.

“Can you ever talk without cursing?” You saw Hisako rolled her eyes as she pulls her duffle bag on the cabin overhead locker. She removed the fleece cover up Jacket she was wearing and hastily stuff it inside her bag, leaving her with a thin over-sized shirt and yoga pants.

“You know I only stop cursing when I’m at the daycare, right?” Yanmei quickly giggled her reply.

When you arrived at the beautiful main house of the private island that Chairman Byun owned, you expected to enter with a pretty view. But you were met with a noisy and messy living room. It’s only been two hours since Baekhyun and his friends arrived, yet the whole space looks like a few days of disaster already.

“Oh hey, the Vagabond Princess is already here!” Sehun announced loudly. And by 'vagabond', he meant you. Unfortunately, Oh Sehun, your maternal full blooded cousin, is also a part of Baekhyun’s throng of immature punks. You’ve always disliked him since you were a child because he is the epitome of a spoiled brat. Since he is the maknae of the family, he gets what he wants. You’re the same age, yet Sehun still acts as if he was still in high school.

“Sup, Juvy-hun!” You clapped back with a triumphant smile and you see him slightly grimace. Sehun hates it when he was reminded of that time his father, a popular prosecutor, threw him in a Juvenile Detention Center for 3 days to scare him. Those 3 days in Juvy never changed his slightly rebellious ways, but it surely mellowed him out, at least a little bit.

“Oooh, good one Princess!” Chanyeol hissed happily at my stingy throw at Sehun.

“You better not piss me off Chanyeol; I haven’t slept a wink for a whole day.” You scowled at Chanyeol before he can even say things to tease you with.

“I didn’t say anything yet!” He flashed you a fake innocent look as he held both his hands up in the air as if he was surrendering to the police. Both Sehun and another one of their friends, Jongdae roared in laughter.

“Why is the place already trashed, it’s only been 2 hours?” Using your feet, you scooped up a forgotten throw pillow and kicked it in the direction of where Jongin and Baekhyun are, intensely playing games on a console. You’ve been practicing Hapkido since you were 5 and you’re pretty amazing with it.

The pillow managed to hit Jongin’s head and it bounces off directly on Baekhyun’s face, causing them to lose the game. Both males let out a few strings of curses before Baekhyun threw the controller on the floor and it shattered into pieces on the floor beneath him.

“It’s Mia’s job to clean up after us!” Baekhyun screamed in frustration while piercing at you with rage in his eyes. The whole room went silent and your blood boiled in anger straight away.

“Mia is not at your beck and call. She is my personal assistant, not your maid!” You seethed back through gritted teeth with an emphasis on ‘my’ and ‘your’.

“Assistant, maid, servant? What’s the difference? Isn’t all that the same?” Baekhyun’s demeanor changed from anger to provoking, real quick and it made your temper reached its limit.

Your chest heaves in and out as you lull your fury away. You exhale a single grumbly breath as you permanently set a detached facial expression. You calmly and peacefully picked up your travel bag on the floor, where you dropped it, and pull up the handle of your suitcase. You dragged your stuff and picked out a random bedroom on the inner-most part of the whole house, locking yourself in it.

“Oh… Oh no… You’re all screwed.” Hisako displayed a defeated and overcame face as she frowns as if she witnessed something really sad. Causing all the boys to look at her.

“Why?” Jongin was the first one to finally ask.

“What do you mean we’re screwed?” Chanyeol also asked as he frowns, Hisako’s defeated face affecting him like the bubonic plague.

“You’ve just unlocked the final boss stage.” Hisako metaphorically references video games to describe what they all have witnessed. With a somber smile on her face, she heaved a sigh as the two female walk along with her as they find a bigger room for the three of them to share.

“If you’re lucky, she’ll just ignore you as if you didn’t exist and won’t fuck up your day. Goodluck!” Yanmei hissed and moue as she gave a fake pep talk to the boys!

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“Eonni, it’s your fault! You took my eyes away from me! “

“It’s your fault!!!”

“You took my eyes away from me!”

“Eonni, please help me I can’t see.”

“Please help me!”

“It’s your fault!”

“I’m never going to forgive you!

“You did this to me!”

Sunmi repeats her accusations and cries out for help as Diamonds burst out from her voided eye sockets.

~~~

You push the thin blanket off of your body and you startle yourself awake. The nightmare you had the previous day continued. You noticed from the balcony that it’s already dark out, you reached out for your phone on the night stand to see that it’s already 9:34 in the evening. You have slept for 8 hours straight. You grumble slightly and your throat felt like sand papers rubbing together.

As you open your bedroom door open, you can hear obnoxious laughter and rock music playing simultaneously. When you entered the kitchen, you felt 8 pairs of eyes follow your every move. You scan the whole room and the first thing that you see is Baekhyun burrowing his face on a girl that was sitting on his lap. And it’s not just any girl.

Taeyeon.

Ah, Kim Taeyeon… Baekhyun’s infamous ex-girlfriend, that Kim Taeyeon.

You’ve met her twice already since you’ve been back home. For some reason, wherever you and Baekhyun were, she’s also there.

Her father, who happens to be one of the biggest investors in your father’s company, is Lee Transport Group’s President. Of course, she will be everywhere.

When you met your eyes with hers, she smiled dirtily almost too instantly.

“Oh hi, Soojin-ssi. I happened to be in the Bahamas too, been here for 3 days now.” She suddenly explains.

You heard Yanmei scoff as she throws a cup on the kitchen counter.

“I know this is supposed to be a getaway for you and your fiancé, but please do not misunderstand thi—“ She stopped mid sentence.

“Taeyeon-ssi, I’m not even asking you. Why are you explaining?” You cut her words off with a calm tone as you open the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water from inside. Jongin and Sehun snorted loudly but they were cut off when Taeyeon scowled at them.

You closed the fridge door and rest your back on it, instantly feeling the coldness of the machine on your skin. It felt refreshing since the night air is humid. You smiled sweetly at her before twisting the bottle cap open and gulp down the cold water down your throat, soothing it.

“I don’t really care if you’re here or if you’re sitting on my fiancé’s lap. If anything, please enjoy the house and my fiancé. You are very much welcome.” You added and see her face turned sour before you turn around and strutted back in your bedroom.