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ohh-baekhyun · 5 years ago

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Nothing Like Us | 04 - [M]

✨Summary: Baekhyun has the chance to spend three weeks under the same roof as you, and he makes it his sole mission to win your heart.

✨Warning: fluffss, smut, blowjob but i suck, no pun intended.

✨Gif credits: @/exo-stentialism

The next few days flew by in a blur of laughter, banter and sex. Lots and lots of sex. You and Baekhyun fall into an easy routine, like two love birds so wrapped up in each other, each day he can’t wait to get off work to be with you again. It is a pleasant feeling, knowing he has someone to go home to at the end of the day. The smile that you greeted him with made him feel so cherished, he wouldn’t trade that for anything else.

For someone who has been in a relationship and was hurt before, Baekhyun knows he shouldn’t be giving himself away this easily. But one thing about the heart is that, it doesn’t give a flying fuck what the brain thinks. Especially when the woman he is falling in love with makes it so damn easy.

He hadn’t said the three words to you yet, neither has you. But he knows he feels it, so fiercely that he had to mentally tape his mouth to keep the words from spilling. Somehow, he thinks it is better to wait, not because he is playing hard to get, but because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, or worse, pressure you into saying it back out of obligation. If you are falling in love with him too, he wants you to realize that on your own. For now, he’ll take things day by day and pray that you’ll come to that realization soon.

The car pulls to a stop in the driveway of his residence and he kills the engine before glancing back. The entire backseat is filled with shopping bags, and inside are the things he bought just for you. There are clothes, shoes, bags, lingerie and...Christ, he sounds like a psychopath even to himself. He doesn’t even like shopping, but he was at the mall for a lunch meeting this afternoon, and he had this sudden urge to shop, not for himself but for you. If it wasn’t for the fact that he only has two hands, he’s certain he would empty out every shop available. There’s no telling how you will react when you see how crazy he is, he can only find out when he walks through that door.

Carrying the paper bags in both hands, Baekhyun heads to the front door. The housekeeper is exiting the house, and she stops in her tracks when she sees him. Her gaze lands on his fully occupied hands, then she glances up at him with narrowed, judging eyes. Ms Lee has been working here since Baekhyun was a toddler. She has witnessed all of his antiques, but this, she has never seen before.

“I know,” Baekhyun sighs. “It’s crazy.”

She scoffs. “Crazy is to put it mildly, sir...”

“You’re fired.” Baekhyun grunts as he moves past her.

The housekeeper simply smiles and walks away. Baekhyun has fired him once a month or so since he was a little boy. She knows not to take his words seriously.

As Baekhyun steps foot into the foyer, he is welcomed with a warm smell of pastries that flows from the kitchen. He makes his way there, where he finds you standing behind a marble top, brows furrowing in concentration as you carefully draw out a piece of muffin from the baking tray to set it down on an empty plate. He watches as your lips stretch into a pleased smile. Knowing you’ve succeeded this time, his chest swells with pride.

Baekhyun knows you’ve been attempting to bake muffins for him, to which you’ve failed twice. The batter was too watery on the first try, and you’d burned the muffins on the second try. He recalls the defeated look on your face as you struggled not to cry at your failure. He’d tried his best to comfort you as he wondered, why do you have to beat yourself up for such a small failure? Then he remembers how you’ve spent all your life trying to impress your parents just to earn their approval and affection, yet, you’re still abandoned in the end. There, he finally understands. You were probably afraid that he’d leave too.

Sometimes it hurts him to see you like this, but he doesn’t know how to make you believe otherwise. Because, how do you convince someone who has been abandoned by the people who are supposed to love them, not to fear it happening again? In that moment, he realized all he can do is love you, with a deepest hope that it would be enough to heal your wounds.

Baekhyun sets the shopping bags down on the floor and walks over to you. You are too immersed in your task in hand, you didn’t notice his arrival until he slides his arms around you from behind and plants a quick kiss on your temple. You gasp and whip your head around.

“Hi,” He greets, smiling down at you.

Your feature softens in an instant and you smile sweetly back at him. “Hi,” you tiptoe to press a kiss on his cheek before pulling back to stare at him. “You are right,” your smile grows. “I can do many things if I try hard enough.”

He glances down at the baking tray, then you. “I take it the muffins turn out well this time?”

You hum. “I think so.”

He clutches your body tightly against him and gives you a loving kiss on your cheek. “I knew you could do it, baby.”

You pick up a piece, swivel around and hold it up to his mouth. “Try it.”

Baekhyun takes a bite and groans a little too dramatically at the sweet flavor that melts in his tongue.

“That’s the sound you make when we have sex.” You remark. “Is it that good?”

“So fucking good.” He dips his head to take another giant bite and ended up getting chocolate all over his mouth.

You laugh at the overly enthusiastic way he chews the food. “Babe, you got something on your,” you gesture with your free hand for him to bend his head. As soon as he does, you lick his lips, bursting into giggles as he tries to kiss you and smear the chocolate on your lips.

He continues to kiss you, licking and nibbling on your lips as his hands slide under your dress to cup your ass. He gives them a hard squeeze, and his cock throbs at the sound of your moan.

“Let’s go up.” He withdraws his lips from yours. “I need to fuck you.”

You stare down at the bulge in his pants, your lips twitching. “How come you’re horny all the time?”

“Everything you do turns me on.” He says.

Your lips stretch into a coyish smile and he watches as the color suffuses your cheek. Damn if that doesn’t make him harder. He groans. Now, all he can think of is the feel of your tight pussy wrapping around his cock as he fucks you mindless.

“Come on,” He holds you by the wrist and leads you out of the kitchen.

Both of you are moving past the dining table when he stumbles over something and stops. Dropping your gaze, you find a boatload of shopping bags lying on the floor.

You scan through the logo printed on the paperbags, then you turn to him, eyes narrowing. “Do you have a fetish for women’s clothing that I don’t know about?”

“Very funny,” he poses a faux smile. “Those are all for you.”

Your lips fall agape. “Fo-for me?!” You squeak, eyes volleying between the bags and him. “But why? It’s not even my birthday or christmas, or valentine? Why are you buying me presents all of a sudden?”

“I’m your boyfriend.” he reminds. “I don’t need a reason to pamper you.”

“Baekhyun, I..” you stare at the shopping bags again, shaking your head in disbelief. “This is all too much…I can’t–“

He pinches your chin, tilting it up so you are eye to eye with him. “When you agree to be my girlfriend, what’s mine becomes yours too. You need to accept that, because eventually, I’ll want to give you more.”

You sigh and jut your lips. “I don’t have a say in this, do I?”

“When it comes to pampering you, no,” he states firmly. “you don’t.”

“Wow,” you roll your eyes. “How did I get so lucky?” you mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He stares at your lips, so wildly aroused he can’t help but to smash his mouth against yours, kissing you hard. Drawing back, he says, “You can thank me with your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“Are you done?” Baekhyun calls out from the bedroom.

You are in his walk-in closet, trying out the fourth dress of the night after he made you come three times in the shower.

“Be patient,” You shout back as you tie the string of the lace-up dress.

This dress could pass as a lingerie for how skimpy it looks. You know you’ll never wear this in public. Baekhyun will never let you, too. Although you love the soft pink color and the shimmery material of the fabric, it is so ridiculously revealing that you might as well be naked. Plus, it is hugging your body so tightly you can barely breathe.

You pivot in front of the mirror to take a look at the reflection of your back. There’s barely anything covering your back other than the tied up laces. You wonder what your boyfriend reaction will be.

When you step out of the closet, Baekhyun is seated by the side of the bed. He has changed into his homewear; a white tee and black shorts; simple, yet looking so handsome nonetheless. He is rummaging through a box that you have no idea what the content is. You lean your hips on the door frame, taking your time to admire him before walking over.

Hearing your footsteps, he lifts his gaze. “What’s taking you so–oh fuck,” his lips parted in shock the second he sees you in the dress. His reaction made you snigger. He looks dumbstruck as he sweeps his gaze over your body.

You stand by the bed. “Do you like it?” you ask.

Baekhyun pulls at your wrist to sit you down on his lap. You shift your bum and drape your legs over his thighs to make yourself comfortable. His eyes scan the dress again, “I love it,” he admits as he hooks his forefinger on one of the straps. His eyes shift up to you again. “but you’re not wearing this outside this room.”

You know you’ll eventually comply to him, yet, you still raise your brows in a challenge. “Have you always been this bossy?”

“You like me bossy, or you wouldn’t be here, in my bed.”

You let out a scornful huff. “Now you sound like a cocky bast–ahh!” He pinches your nipple through the dress and hold on. You whimper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Baekhyun, please...my boob!” you beg. He finally releases it with a snigger. “You’re so mean!” You pout, rubbing your breast.

He pecks you on the lips. “Keep being a brat, I might spank you someday.”

“Are you…” You eye him suspiciously. “into that kinky bdsm shit too?”

The corner of his lip curls. “Speaking of kinky,” He swivels around to grab the box he was holding earlier. Your eyes follow his movement. He settles the box on your lap. Finally getting a clearer look at the content, you realize they’re a bunch of sex toys.

You look back at him, half surprised, half wondering, “Where did you get these?”

“I inherited them,” he sounds and looks serious. “from my great grandparents.”

Speechless, your jaw drop and you blink at him. You nearly fall for it until you detect a twitch on his lips, and the mirth in his eyes. You smack him across his chest. “You’re crazy.”

He flicks your forehead to retaliate. “I’m surprised you just figured that out.”

You groan, snatching the box away from his grasp. You dig your hand into the box to rifle through the content. “Why did you buy me sex toys?”

“Have you played with these before?” he asks. You shake your head. He sets the box aside and looks at you with this lazy look in his eyes. A look that means very good things to you. You gulp, anticipating.

“Take off your dress,” He says. “I’ll show you how these things work.”

You slide off his lap, and turn around to give him your back. “Can you help me out?” you ask. You heart races when you feel his warm breath on your back as he unties the laces. The front part of the dress drops to your waist and you pull the skirt down carefully. It is so tight you fear it tearing. A sudden slap on your buttcheek causes you to yelp, and you turn around in an instant. You feel the heat rising on your cheek as he stares at you. “What was that for?” You ask.

“You’re slow as a turtle,” He says. “Come here.”

You are tempted to retort, but that’ll probably earn you another spanking. So you do as he says.

When you’re seated on his lap again, he picks out a cylinder looking object that you assume is a dildo. You examine the toy, then you look at him, gulping nervously. “Are you going to put that inside me?”

His eyes hold concern when he senses your nervousness. He leans in to kiss you sweetly on the lips. “It is not going to hurt, baby.” he assures. “But I need to get you wet first.”

“I’m already…uhm, you know,” you chew on your lower lip, blushing.

He slides his fingers over your slit to test your wetness. Finding you soaked, his eyes flashed with heat and amusement. “You’re wet.”

You shrug, giving him a small smile. “Everything you do turns me on too.”

Baekhyun clicks on the tip of the vibrator to turn it on. The light, buzzing noise occupies the silence. “Spread your legs, baby.”

You parted your thigh, but as soon as the tip of the vibrator touches your clit, the sensation made you clamp your legs together. He snaps his eyes up, raising his brows in a silent order for you to open. You brace yourself as you slowly part your legs again. And your moaning starts as soon as he plunges the vibrating toy inside your pussy.

He keeps his dark eyes on you as he fucks you leisurely. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks, pumping the vibrator in and out of you. You manage a strangled hum. “Do you want me to go faster?”

“Please…” you beg, breathing heavily.

“Like this?” He starts to move his hand at a rapid speed.

“Y-yes...ah-ahh!” The volume of your moaning gets louder. And that sound seems to encourage Baekhyun to go faster and harder. Your cunt is so wet that the sloppy sound of your juice is filling the entire room. He doesn’t stop even when you are cumming all over the toy.

Three orgasms later, you’re spent and Baekhyun finally stops when he knows you’ve reached your limit. You had your arms around him as you lean your head on his chest, too weak to move. He strokes your hair tenderly and presses a kiss on your head. A smile makes its way to your lips. You close your eyes with a sigh, savouring the affection he is offering you. You love it when he takes care of you like this.

After cuddling you for a while, Baekhyun says, “I’m hard as a rock, baby, it hurts.”

You can hear the pain in his voice. You giggle softly, feeling his hard-on beneath your thigh. “Can I help?”

“Get on your knees, then.” He whispers in your ear.

You unclasp your hands around his shoulder and slides off his lap. Your legs feel wobbly and you can hardly keep yourself up, but the need to pleasure him is stronger. You lower yourself by the bed and kneel in between his spread legs. Glancing up, you wait for his next instruction.

“Take it out,” he says.

Excitement shivers through your body as you pull at the waistband of his shorts. He lifts his hips, ripping his shorts down in one movement. His erection juts up, long, thick and throbbing with veins. You lick your lips, mentally salivating at the sight of his precum.

He weaves his fingers through your hair and grabs the back of your head. “Take me in your mouth, baby.”

Your hand gravitates toward his cock, and your fingers curl around the base. You part your lips and bring the tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around the round flesh to lick off his arousal.

A grunt tears out of him as his palm clamps around your hair. “Stop teasing and suck it.” He orders gruffly.

Baekhyun is a control freak through and through, especially in bed. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You bring his cock deeper into your mouth and clamp your lips around it. He moans when you start bobbing your head, pushing his hard length in and out of your mouth. Closing your eyes, you revel in the sound he makes.

“Ahh fuuck, just like that...” He groans throatily. “Take it deeper, baby. You’re sucking me so good.”

You thrill at his praise and draw his cock as far as you can into your mouth. The tip touches your throat and you choke at the pressure. Water forms in your eyes but it doesn’t stop you. His pleasure is your pleasure too, you thought. So you tighten the suction of your mouth and bob your head faster. His panting grows heavier and you feel his cock swelling in your mouth. His orgasm is nearing. But he grips your hair in a fist and hold you back. You glance up through your lashes to look at him.

“That’s enough,” he tugs your hair back, letting his cock slips out of your mouth. “Get in bed.”

You’re confused but you follow his order nonetheless. With shaky legs, you rise to your feet and climb into bed. You lay on your back, all naked with your long hair spreading over the mattress.

Baekhyun sets one knee on the side of the bed and stares down at you. “I’m going to cum all over you, baby…” He wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock. “and you’re going to watch me.”

Your heart lurches at his promise. You watch as he starts pumping his hard length with vigor. Beads of sweat form around his forehead. He looks so supremely hot with his jaw clenched, and his teeth biting down on his lip. You feel breathless just by watching him.

It isn’t long until you hear a long, guttural moan rips out of his throat. He jerks, shooting his load onto you. But he isn’t done yet. After muttering a few expletives, he bends forward to position his cock near your breast. His pumps is slowing down steadily. The tip of his cock brushes over your nipple as he spurts the remaining of his cum around your breast. His warm seed trickles down your pink bud, causing goosebumps to rise all over your skin. Your breath hitches.

Baekhyun straighten his back. He seems so mesmerized as he gazes down at you. “I’ve always imagined you like this…” he takes his time to scan every inch of your body. “you look so beautiful with my cum all over you.” He bends down and braces his hands on each side of your shoulder. Then, he leans in to kiss you, long and sweet. “Stay here,” he says as he draws away.

He is leaving you and the bed now.

“Where are you going?” you question, propping yourself up on your elbows.

He stops and bring his head around. “To get my phone,”

“Why do you need your phone?”

“To take pictures of you, pretty.”

Hearing that, you sit up and grab a pillow to cover your front. “I...I don’t think I’m comfortable with that,” You say weakly. His expression changes and your heart drops at the sight of that. Is he dissapointed? God. Through your worry and guilt, you can’t seem to tell what he’s thinking. “I’m sorry.”

His expression is still unreadable as he walks over to join you in bed. He extends his arms and slid them underneath your thigh, hoisting your body up with ease. He settles you on his lap and you’re still hugging the pillow to your body. You eye him apologetically. He frowns. “What are you sorry for?”

“I don’t know...I just feel bad for saying no to you…”

“Don’t be,” he assures. “I’d be an ass for forcing you into doing things you’re not comfortable with.”

You blow away a sigh. “But I ruined the moment...”

“Ruined?” He huffs incredulously. “I get to be with the prettiest woman I've ever seen. I’m lucky. There’s nothing more I could ask for.”

Relief eases the heaviness in your chest. For a while, you can only stare quietly at him, in awe. “You always know all the right things to say.” you smile gratefully. “Thank you.”

Baekhyun lifts a hand to brush his knuckle over your cheek. He seems to be considering something in his head as he reads your expression. Hesitantly, he asks, “Will you tell me what happened?”

Knowing where he’s getting at, you nod. You trust this man with all your heart you don’t even think twice but to tell the truth.

“The guy I dated in middle school. He had a video of me…” your words fade away but Baekhyun gets the idea, so you carry on, “We were together for a while until he started to get abusive. I wanted to end things, but he threatened to spread the video if I break up with him so…”

“Middle school?” he frowns deeply. “Aren’t you underage then?”

Regret fills your eyes with tears and you nod. “I know it’s wrong, but I had been so desperate for love and he is the only person who seemed to notice me,”

“Fuck,” he presses his lips into a tight line. “How long?” his words came out rough and snappish. “How long were you dating that jerk?”

“For two years until my dad sent me to Japan,” you chuckle dryly and joke, “Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise afterall.”

He isn’t laughing, instead his face darkens, and you can feel the rage radiating off of him.

To see someone as easy-going as Baekhyun being this angry should be scary, but it feels liberating instead. Because you know his anger isn’t directed at you. This man cares enough to feel angry for you.

“Baekhyun,” you call out to him. He seems to be lost in his own thoughts. So you lean up to kiss him softly on his lips. That’s when he finally looks at you, blinking. You smile up at him, “What are you thinking about so seriously?”

He grunts. “I’m thinking about the million ways I’m going to hunt this fucker down and murder him for messing with you.”

You smooth your palm over his chest, feeling so much for him your heart nearly burst. His body seems to relax under your touch. “It’s all in the past, honey,” you assure him. “I’m okay now.”

“Did you tell anyone about this?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I can’t, it’s...embarassing.”

His brows pinched together in a frown. “Yet you told me about it...why?”

“Because I trust you,” you answer honestly.

And deep inside, you know you didn’t just trust him. You are falling in love with him too.

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werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years ago

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PARIS 2017 [September 28th, 1:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 T/W: cursing, slight smut Words: 5993

You’d had a light breakfast—the usual Venti-sized coffee you had before your shows, despite Seoyeon’s strong refusal of calling it a meal, nevertheless ‘breakfast’—and it was after arriving at the hall that the hell had started. There were four hours left before the show would begin, which meant three hours until the press and media arrived, two hours until rehearsal and one hour until you had to personally check the entire arena to mentally complete the checklist as you did before every show. Seoyeon always rolled her eyes and judged your crazy perfectionistic tendencies but that day, for the first time, she was worried with you.

Because your outfit hadn’t arrived yet.

“Where is it?” You asked, manicured fingers pressing down on the bridge of your nose as you forced yourself to take deep breaths while speaking to your receptionist back at the store. “Yoojin. I sent it in just to alter the hem of it, it literally takes five minutes. I don’t understand why it has been delayed for nine hours now when it should have reached here last night.”

“Ma’am,” Yoojin’s voice was high-pitched and squeaky and you usually would lower your tone upon hearing your employees panic at your scolding but you couldn’t help it at that moment since you were panicking too. “I swear to you, I literally saw it leave the store with Daniel, he should be there by now.”

“What the hell took so long is my question, Yoojin,” you responded, eyes glancing at Seoyeon who was immediately calling Daniel as she overheard the name. “Wasn’t Junghee done with the alteration? Or did she slack off and do it just now?”

“Ma’am, I’m not sure why Ms. Park took so long with it, she—”

“Connect me to Junghee. Now.”

Yoojin took in a shaky breath, simultaneously making you realise that Junghee was Yoojin’s direct supervisor as she mumbled, “Yes, ma’am, I will—”

“I’M HERE, I’M HERE, IT’S HERE!” Everyone in the room turned to the closed door which burst open, the muffled yelling growing clearer as Daniel hurried inside, a familiar-looking package draped over his arms and your brand logo immediately calming your anxious heart as you breathed a sigh of relief in unison with Seoyeon and Yoojin over the call.

Seoyeon immediately strode forward and grabbed the bag, unzipping it and checking the hem of the dress before nodding at you.

“Tell Junghee that she better have a fantastic explanation for me when I call her tonight,” you say, hanging up as Seoyeon quickly drives everyone out of the room with an exclusive glare directed towards Daniel.

“All right, let’s hurry,” Seoyeon says, glancing at her watch as she keeps her phone aside and removes the dress carefully from the hanger.

“How many minutes behind?” You demand, already undressing as you throw your sweater aside and pull your jeans off.

“Calm down,” Seoyeon rolls her eyes and your gaze shifts to behind her as the door slowly opens. “You’re only late by ten minutes, you just need to run faster and—”

“Oh my god!” You screech as you see Baekhyun appear at the door, his eyes immediately dropping lower as Seoyeon steps away from you to turn around at your expression, putting you in his direct view and it’s only when his eyes widen that you realise you had just flung your bra aside.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?” You don’t realise you’re yelling until both of them visibly flinch, his eyes quickly shifting up to meet yours, ears flushing red as he stutters incoherently.

Seoyeon is as flustered as she replies, “EXO’s Baek—”

“I don’t give a shit! Close the fucking door, why is he just barging into places, is he god, no, he isn’t—this is my show and I’m god, get him the fuck out of here, Seoyeon, I swear—” you’re tripping over your own words in a frenzy as you grab the sweater from the floor and hold it against your front.

“Did she just say she’s god?” You hear Baekhyun ask in a daze right as Seoyeon slams the door in his face and locks it properly this time, turning to you with an apology ready and her hands raised to calm you down but you’re already spitting curses, your face burning as red as the dress she holds in her hands.

It’s only about three and a half hours later as you stand backstage that you see him again. Your hair is set, makeup in place and except for a few small beads of sweat on your forehead from speed-walking around as you checked up on all the models, you were ready for your show.

Baekhyun sat right at the front aisle and the curtain is slightly open at the side, enough for him to be right in view. He’s glancing around the hall, blinking slightly as the cameras keep flashing and his eyes suddenly fall on you behind the slit of the curtain, making your eyes widen as you realise he’s noticed you.

He’s worn dark grey lenses for the occasion and the intensity of his stare unnerves you for a moment—until you understand what exactly he’s picturing from the look in his eyes, especially as they drop lower unabashedly.

Your outfit for today was one of the more daring ones that you’d designed for tonight—a crimson dress that flared slightly at your thighs, it stopped right at the knees such that it appeared as a high-low. Your favourite part—and apparently, so was Baekhyun’s—was the way it fit snugly around your chest with a corset-like knot that cinched right underneath your breasts, accentuating the curves and pronouncing your body-line more. The neckline was plunged in a way that the material caused your cleavage to be in impressive display. The sleeves were lace, falling from your shoulders and as you crossed your arms around your middle in a defensive attempt to glare at him, it only makes him raise an eyebrow and you realise that your gesture has only brought more attention to your chest.

You narrow your eyes at Baekhyun in disbelief, expecting him to look away in embarrassment but he just leans back in his seat, shrugging as if to say ‘I can’t help it’, his suggestive glance telling you that he was definitely reminiscing what he’d seen earlier.

God, if he didn’t look the way he did, you’d have personally hired people to kill him by now.

You’re contemplating whether it’s too risky to flip him off from where you are standing or whether the cameras would pick up on it when your worst nightmare suddenly manifests.

The lights go out.

The last camera flashes in the distance, the bright white allowing Baekhyun and your wide-eyed glances to catch each other’s right as it happens.

“Oh God,” you breathe, turning around and running as chaos promptly ensues, incoherent shouting and distant screams filling the darkness.

Seoyeon is immediately grabbing your hand after you yell her name twice, assuring you quickly that she’s right there.

“Jun Ki,” you mumble and she’s already yelling his name. “Where. The fuck. Is Jun Ki?”

“Ma’am,” You hear a familiar voice that you immediately associate with someone from the camera crew. “We don’t know where he is, we’re looking everywhere.”

“What do you mean you don’t know, he’s the goddamn producer,” you snap, your fingers tightening around Seoyeon’s wrist as your patience runs thin. “Lighting crew. Where’s my lighting crew, SooBin?”

Silence meets your question, except for muffled sobs that you recognise are from the models.

You roll your eyes as you let go of Seoyeon’s wrist and turn in what you assume to be her direction.

“Go take care of the models and use the phone’s flashlight or something to fix their makeup. Make sure no one trips overs any wires or anything and ruins the outfits. Stay here in case SooBin or Jun Ki come back.”

“Wait, what, where are you going?” She tries to grab your arm but you hold her hand and answer firmly, “I’ll go to the power unit and check what happened since I have to do everything myself around here.”

“What, Y/N, don’t be ridiculous! Maybe SooBin is already down there.”

“Seoyeon,” you grit out, not having to even confirm with your watch since the clock in your head is already ticking. “I can’t risk waiting around to find out if he is or isn’t. We’re ten minutes away from starting and the press and media are already here.”

She’s silent and you know she’s raging with silent frustration because she knows you’re right before quickly muttering, “Fine, fine, I’ll take care of it here. Please be careful and hurry, Y/N.”

You turn and quickly flash the torch from your phone onto the floor, hurrying to the power room that you’d seen at the back of the hallway after all the dressing rooms and passed by countless times today during your multiple rounds.

Reaching the power room, you head inside with your eyes focused on the floor as you step carefully over various cables and wires while heading to the back where you knew the power outlets were. You switch off the flashlight and place your phone atop a small box to the side since you knew you would probably need both hands to work this and there was streetlight filtering in through the single window. It wasn’t too bright but enough to let you see the various plugs and switches.

You run your fingers lightly over the small taped words at the bottom of the switches, careful to not apply any pressure as you tried to read the words. Your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as you start mouthing the word when you hear it:

“Need some help there, god?”

You jump, eyes widening in shock as you spin around and see the oh-so familiar silhouette of Baekhyun as he makes his way over to you.

“Can you stop doing that?” You hiss, trying to calm your racing heart. “Why do you keep showing up at places you’re not supposed to be? Just go back and sit with the audience.”

“Well, that’s a bit unfair,” he says, carefully stepping over the wires to stand beside you. “I don’t think the designer of her own show should be at the power room, trying to fix the lights.”

You snort. “You forgot to add ‘tasteless’ to the designer.”

You hear Baekhyun sigh softly and you think he’s going to start defending himself or say something about you holding grudges again when you suddenly feel his hand on yours. Your breath stops in your chest as you realise he’s walked around to your right side now and you’re about to start protesting when he guides your hand to a box-like thing with circular indents inside.

“Try this,” he suggests and you feel with your other hand around the box. Feeling a rectangular plug hanging loose, you lift it and push it into the wall, fitting it completely into the indents. A buzzing sound starts and you simultaneously hear a chorus of muffled cheers and hoots from a distance. You glance to your left and sigh in relief when you see light spilling from the hallway that you’d just run through.

You turn to face Baekhyun and still, breath catching in your throat as you suddenly notice how close he is to you. The light creeping into the room from behind you was slightly illuminating him with how much ever it could reach despite your figure blocking the way. It allows you to see him clearer, to see the way his eyes were trained on your face with an intensity that had your entire body flushing.

Was he staring at me like that in the dark this whole time?

You look away and swallow, raising your head to the switchboard again. Your eyes skim over the multiple switches next to the large rectangular plug and you frown as you notice they’re all turned upwards except the farthest one on the right. You flick it up and immediately flinch as a bright overhead light shines down on the small space in the power room, harsh white entering your eyes.

Baekhyun’s hand quickly comes down on your own hand again, flicking it back down in seconds and you feel your entire body tense as you wait for him to take his hand off while the room plunges back into semi-darkness.

He doesn’t.

You turn to face him and again, he’s looking at you with that same gaze that has your knees feeling weak and your breaths shortening. It makes you feel glad that he’s the one in the way of the light and that the shadows are protecting you because whatever expression you had on your face right now—regardless of the fact that you didn’t know how you were looking at him—you knew you did not want him to see it.

“I have a show,” you mumbled, your voice hoarse. “I need to go.”

“I have been trying to apologise,” he replies, his own voice soft as if to not disturb the terse silence that surrounds the two of you. “I need you to listen.”

“There’s nothing you can say that I haven't already heard,” you say exasperatedly, eyes narrowing at him in frustration—you weren’t sure if it was because of his words or the close proximity. Maybe both. “Just go forth with your own thing, Baekhyun. I'm sure it won't be tasteless anyway.”

His fingers tighten over yours, making you realise that his hand was still over yours. You were starting to worry now because his grip had your hand sweating—your hand that was on top of a switch.

“Can you let that go?” Baekhyun demands with equal frustration. “I was being an idiot.”

“Why is that in past tense? You still are,” you grumble.

At his glare, you snap, “What? Do your fans know that you’re an idiot?”

“They do, actually,” he says wryly. “Do yours know you’re a stubborn headass?”

“Shut up,” you finally spit, your chest feeling like it was going to explode from the way your heart was racing with a million different emotions. “I don't have time for this.”

You snatch your hand away from underneath his.

“I misjudged you,” Baekhyun stated firmly, making you stop and look at him. When he notices you’re finally not trying to get away, he continues, “Or rather, I judged you too quickly. After I went through almost every page on your website, I spoke to Hyungnim. I explained everything that happened and he told me that the reason they personally scouted you to help guide me was because of your expertise knowledge with colours and textures. You’re young and unafraid to experiment, you take risks and pull them off in a way that not many can. There is sophistication and grace to your designs but in ways that are both subtle and bold. You don’t shy away from any style nor do you stick to any particular one. You’re reckless as hell, Y/N, and that normally wouldn’t work as naturally and smoothly as it does for you but somehow it does. Your designs work and you… work. You’re brilliant and I would be honoured to have you guiding me into this competitive field in which I have no prior experience. I understood that you’ll be able to capture the exact element that I’m seeking in my fashion line, Y/N and I know that now. I underestimated you and for that, I’m sincerely sorry.”

You blink at him, feeling absolutely speechless at his unexpected heartfelt words. You feel cold and warm at the same time and there’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach that you don’t trust.

One that was a signal that you needed to leave. Now.

“I need to go,” you mutter softly. You start to step back and your heel suddenly catches on a thin wire.

It all happens very quickly from there—you feel yourself lose balance as you start to fall and a short yelp escapes your lips. Baekhyun quickly raises his arms to wrap around you to help but you panic and try to push him by his chest, the sudden strong force with which you shoved him taking both of you by surprise as he loses his grip too and the next thing you know, you’re falling to the floor and Baekhyun is crashing on top of you.

His hands are quick to slam down on the floor, each hand on the side of your head to stop himself from crushing you but your hands had reflexively gripped the fabric at his hips to reach out and stop your fall, pulling his lower half flush against you. Your breaths are heavy as they intermingle and you blink hazily to bring them back to focus. When you finally come to, you wish you hadn’t because his eyes are wider than you’d ever seen them as they look at your flushed face that was a hair’s breadth away from his. Your breath stops audibly in your throat as your body almost tingles, each sensation and nerve end feeling heightened and you’re suddenly painfully aware of his body against yours, od how small you felt underneath him.

How small and how... extremely submissive.

Baekhyun’s hair is falling on his forehead and his breath tickles your face, his mildly-scented perfume that smelled like fresh meadows intoxicating you as you felt dizzy again—not from the fall but from him.

The voice of reason in your head was barely audible as you laid underneath him, eyes locked with his in that same intense gaze that made it unable to pull away, putting you under his spell and you attempt to take a short breath to clear your brain that seemed to have stopped functioning.

An act that you quickly realise was a mistake because it caused your chest to heave with its deep breath, Baekhyun’s eyes following the movement and you feel a twitch right against your centre.

Oh my god.

His eyes are as wide as yours as they flit back to your face and your body involuntarily shifts to escape him but it worsens the situation—you feel him right up against your core now and the feeling has a small moan involuntarily sounding at the back of your throat, one that would have gone unheard if he couldn’t have felt it reverberate from your chest to his, a defeated groan escaping his own lips as he finally gives in and lowers his head to yours.

Your head presses against the cold tile under it, back digging into the wire that got you into this sinful position in the first place as Baekhyun all but presses you against the floor. His lips are soft and delicate as they kiss you like you were glass, afraid that you’d break while his hands find their way to your hips. You feel his entire weight on you then and you can’t restrain yourself anymore—your fingers are still gripping his jacket at his hips, tight enough to rip the seams and you almost feel lightheaded from the way he feels against you. His lips are like plush satin and you’re already addicted, you can’t pull away even if you tried—you’ve never tasted a kiss this heavenly.

You kiss him back heatedly, greed and lust overtaking your sense of reasoning and restraint as you feel the last of your control slip away. His lips are soft, his face is soft and you want to feel all of it, your hands desperate to mark every inch, feel all of its softness in their entirety without the barrier of clothes and you shift underneath him again to pull him more into you—although you’re not sure if it’s physically possible anymore. You part your legs, raising your knees so that he’s nestled in between your thighs and he wastes no time in immediately moving those dancer hips against you.

You feel his hardness then, all thoughts of his soft-self escaping your head as you moan delightedly, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you. You mentally thank Seoyeon for choosing the high-slit dress that you were wearing, the material smoothly slipping off your thighs onto the floor and allowing you to wrap your bare thighs around him, feeling the roughness of his pants against your skin. You roll your hips underneath his, feeling your clothed folds mould over his clothed erection and the sensation that sparks over your body is almost enough to get both of you off instantly—the clothes and the position pressing against your clit just right and wrapping around him just right. His long fingers are then brushing against your clothed breast, slipping inside the wide plunge neckline and your nipple immediately hardens underneath his touch and you’re ready to push him off of you and rip off both your clothes because you can’t wait anymore.

And that’s when you hear your name.

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?” You hear a distant voice, male and familiar.

“She was searching for you, Jun Ki! Because you slacked off, she had to go do what you were supposed to be doing so I think it was the power room.”

Seoyeon.

Your body doesn’t freeze this time and instead reacts immediately, hands suddenly gripping Baekhyun’s arms in a panicked frenzy and shoving him off of you. The unexpected move and strength causes him to fall back against a box and you hear a loud yelp followed by a hissed curse.

Oh my god, what the fuck was I doing?

You stare at him in shock and see his eyes close as Baekhyun rubs the back of his head where he’d hit it and you don’t wait as you quickly scramble up, looking almost cartoonish in your hurry as you try not to trip over any more wires. You grab your phone and make it out of the room, the light momentarily blinding you as you run down the hallway, noticing Jun Ki and Seoyeon at the end who stop as soon as they see you materialise as if out of thin air.

Seoyeon’s eyes widen as they rake you from head-to-toe and her mouth drops open as she starts, “Y/N, your makeup and hair, oh my g—”

“I fell down in the power room and a box fell on me,” you quickly say in explanation, grabbing her hand and turning her around, away from the direction of the power room. “We don’t have time, how long till I have to be on stage?”

She gives you a look of disbelief and you shake your head at her in a silent gesture to explain later as Jun Ki adjusts his earpiece and answers, “They’re wrapping it up, designer on stage in five minutes.”

Cursing loudly, the three of you take off down the hall to backstage where your team would have to work miracles and get you fixed and ready for your stage in less than three minutes.

Your eyes catch Baekhyun’s when you’re making your speech as he walks through the aisles back to his seat. You don’t look at him for too long but you can sense his unwavering gaze on you from your peripheral the entire time. Not daring to lock eyes with him again, you don’t stick around for too long on the stage once you hear the applause and start to head back.

You walk to your separate room where Seoyeon is waiting for you already. A few members of the crew are with her and once they see you and realise that the show is over, they quickly head out to the models’ dressing room to help.

Seoyeon waits until everyone is out of the room to speak. She watches silently as you sit down on the plush seat in front of the dressing table before finally asking, “So what’s going on?”

You blink at her in the mirror. “What?”

She shoots you a look that says ‘don’t-play-dumb-with-me’ as she clarifies, “You and Baekhyun. What’s happening?”

“Seoyeon, what—?”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lie to me, Y/N.” She cut you off with a look and you stopped, giving her reflection a sheepish glance.

“I saw the way he looked at you when he walked back to the show,” she continued. “He was there with you, wasn’t he? What happened at the power room?”

You stay silent—not because you don’t wish to answer but because you don’t know what to say. She senses this as she guesses hesitantly, “Did you two…?”

“No, no, nothing at all!” You quickly reply, eyes widening at the mirror.

“But your makeup was—”

“Okay, we kind of made out? But it was nothing, I swear.”

“Y/N,” she closed her eyes in frustration before snapping them open to glare at you. “What? You made out? That’s nothing?”

“Nothing happened, Seoyeonie,” you insist, removing the clips from your hair. “We just got caught in the heat of the moment and it just… happened. Don’t worry about it.”

She stays quiet, watching you unfurl your hair from the gold flower brooch before asking, “Why are you hiding then?”

You pause, your eyes meeting hers in the mirror and she continues, “If it was nothing and you were just fooling around, why’d you run after the show and hide out here? You know he’s searching for you and was trying to get your attention during the stage. Why are you avoiding him?”

You’re silent, thoughts blanking as you try to find an excuse but she’s already beating you to it, her tone accusatory as she says, “You like him. If you were just fooling around, you’d have been done with it by now and gotten it out of your system. But you’re hiding instead because you like him and you have feelings.”

“That’s ridiculous!” You sputtered. “You’re being delusional. I’m hiding because I’m embarrassed, his manager literally handed him over to me by asking me to guide him. I don’t think this is the guiding he meant so excuse me for hiding from him.”

Seoyeon stares at you in the mirror, her expression clear that she didn’t believe a word you were saying. You’re about to start defending yourself again when she says, “Don’t do it.”

You blink. “What?”

“Don’t fall for him. He's an idol. It’ll be complicated, messy, you’ll probably have more of a relationship with his answering machine than him. You’ll get hurt, Y/N.”

You’re quiet, your hand repeatedly rubbing over your left eye even though the makeup was completely gone and you were almost seeing stars now as you stop and mutter, “No one is falling for anyone.” You pause before saying, “Also if that was about him travelling, it’s the same vice-versa. When have I ever been in the same place for too long?”

“That’s not the point. It’s not the same. The point is that he’s an idol. If the media or public knows, the amount of hate you’ll get is unfathomable.”

“Isn’t that the point of a secret relationship then?” You question. “It’s not like idols don’t date at all.”

“Idols date. This is EXO, though. That's not just a mere idol.”

“You're overreacting, Seoyeonie. Its—”

“You’re not the only one who could get hurt,” Seoyeon snapped, taking you aback with her sudden sharpness. At your expression, she lowers her tone as she says, “You have any idea how fragile these idols' reputations are, Y/N? One scandal and he could be destroyed. Fans can either make or break him, they literally think that they own him.”

You stare at her with wide eyes, taken aback by her outburst as you feel your heart race in your chest. You think back frantically whether anyone was near that power room – anyone besides Seoyeon and Jun Ki, anyone who could have caught you.

Seoyeon watches your face before snorting as she stands up, turning around. “No one's falling, my ass.” She reaches the door and stops before glancing at you, her expression softening as she sees your face. “I don't want you to get hurt, Y/N. I'm saying it as your friend.”

You nod, your voice small as you say, “Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

“I'll see you tomorrow.”

[10:00PM]

Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace that night as you waited for the arena to clear out. Seoyeon knew what you were doing even without waiting around with you as you hid out in your dressing room. She left shortly after the models did and only pressed her lips together when you told her to text you if he was still waiting at the arena.

He was. Seoyeon texted the confirmation followed seconds later by, ‘I’m telling him that you left so he will go home,’ before you could even respond.

You headed out hours later and by the time you reached back at your hotel, it was close to midnight. You stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror, drying your hair when you heard the bell ring.

You paused, wondering about the time. You were sure it was too late into the night (or too early into the morning) for housekeeping and you glanced at your phone to check if Seoyeon sent you any messages about coming over.

Confused, you headed to the door and opened it just enough to peek outside, eyes widening when you saw Baekhyun standing there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Baekhyun,” you said his name in surprise instead of a greeting, opening the door wider and lowering your other hand from the towel on your head. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes quickly flitted across your bathrobe and wet hair, looking slightly nervous. “Hey. You didn’t sleep yet?”

You shoot him a strange look. “No, I just… finished showering.”

He nods, glancing down the hallway as if it to check if anyone was around. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, using this moment to quickly look him over as you realise he’d showered too—what little of his hair was peeking out of the bucket hat that he’d worn looked damp, his face mask was pulled low on his neck and he was wearing a plain white crew-neck sweater beneath a black leather jacket and dark navy jeans.

That’s when you notice it:

A small red scratch right below his right ear, insignificant enough to go unnoticed but pink enough to bring back the familiar clenching of your insides in the same way that they did in the power room.

Baekhyun turns to look at you again and you quickly shift your gaze back to his face, biting your lip and raising your eyebrows as if you hadn’t been staring at the mark you’d left on his skin.

He hesitates and you’re about to ask if there’s something he wants when he finally asks, “Do you want to grab some dinner?”

You blink, not having expected those words as you say the first thing that comes to your mind, “It’s one in the morning.”

“Breakfast, then,” he grins. When you still gape at him, he explains, “I heard one of the models say that she’s envious of the way you don’t eat anything during your shows and still manage to pull through an entire day with just a coffee. That’s not really healthy, you know.”

You nod slowly, momentarily confused and wishing he hadn’t heard it as you already get enough earfuls from Seoyeon for your eating habits.

“Um,” you pause as you try to justify it. “It’s just that I’d not eat anything and stay focused rather than eat and risk indigestion because of my nerves.”

Baekhyun looks confused at your words as he cocks his head at you, raising an eyebrow as he asks slowly, “But you’d risk chances of passing out during a show because of fatigue?”

You scowl at him. “Did Seoyeon pay you to buy me a meal or something?”

He rolls his eyes at that, his nervous demeanour momentarily forgotten as he huffs at your question. “I can afford to buy us both a meal, Y/N.” He pauses. “And I will. If you let me.”

You stare at him wordlessly, Seoyeon’s warnings ringing in your head like a siren. You shouldn’t. You know that. You know you shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t.

You bite your lower lip slightly, hesitating and you can see a flicker of worry in Baekhyun’s big doe-eyes. His face starts to fall, the hopeful look dissipating into nothing as if he can almost guess what you’re thinking—but you know that’s impossible, he had no idea about the doubts running rampant in your head right now. He was probably worried about you accepting his apology.

Baekhyun waits patiently for your answer, his fingers tightening around the stem of a bouquet that you didn’t realise he’d been holding until then, the flowers hidden behind his legs.

He grips the stem tightly and you can almost feel the grip in your chest, suffocating you as you think ‘Ishouldn’tIshouldn’tIshouldn’t’.

You look up and meet his eyes, the finality in your own causing his to widen as he anticipates your response and you take a breath before asking, “Would you like to come in? You can wait inside while I get dressed.”

Baekhyun blinks as if processing your words, and you can see the thousand thoughts flitting across his eyes as he replies, “No, I’ll wait out here, it’s okay.”

You open the door wider and shoot him a look, sighing dramatically as you say, “I’ve been holding the door open for a whole minute now, my arm is getting tired, the clock is ticking, restaurants are closing, your hair is greying—”

“Okay, okay, calm down,” he chuckles, making you grin at him which made him reciprocate as you step aside, your shoulders and chest suddenly feeling lighter as he walks in. You gingerly hold his sleeve, stopping him at your side and he glances down at you in surprise.

“Your hand,” you mumble, trying to look at the bouquet. “What is that?”

“What?” He looked confused before glancing down and exclaiming, “Oh, right! Here.” He hands you the bouquet hastily as if he hadn’t realised he’d been holding it until then, an arrangement of pale hydrangeas held together by a purple ribbon. Your eyes widen as you look at him in question and he explains, “Your last tweet was that you wished to hold some real hydrangeas after stitching fake ones on the model’s blouse so here. It’s an apology and for your successful show despite the… anyway, congratulations.”

You mumble thanks, unable to look him in the eye as you stare at the hydrangeas, feeling your heart warm slightly at the unexpected gesture as you wonder where he got fresh flowers so late in the night. You look up to ask him the same and the words stop on your tongue as you realise he’s leaning against the wall, looking down at you with a soft smile that made you forget what you were even going to ask in the first place.

“Why don’t you get dressed?” He teases, his eyes twinkling as he smiles cheerfully at you. “And I’ll show you where I got them from.”

A slow grin comes over your face and you bite your lip as he answered your unasked question, trying to suppress it the best you can as you nod silently and close the door behind you, turning to head to your bathroom and change.

Seoyeon’s words were still echoing in the back of your mind but you decided to ignore it for now.

For now, you just wanted to see where the night goes.

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Overlay Me In Your Heart~Park Jimin x black! fem! reader {1}

Summary: After embarrassing yourself at your local arcade in front of popular, dance major (not to mention your school girl crush) Park Jimin, you seek advice on how to approach him, which is more than encouraged by your friends. Little did you know that Instagram would be the gateway, however once Jimin follows back, you can’t help but freeze at the realization. Can you manage to break through the constant filters and say-sos about Jimin to get to see him as a genuine person? And as a potential friend and eventual lover?

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy, College AU, Slice of life, Smut(in later parts)

Word Count: 1, 839

Author’s Note: More Jimin because why not? (I know I’m biased) Also! My other Jimin fic, Mr. Flirt is on hiatus at the moment, I’m sorry if any of you guys really wanted me to continue that, I’m not really getting anything out of that fic at the moment. If you guys have any BTS or EXO requests send them my way! Hope ya’ll enjoy!

The first time I saw Jimin I thought he wasn’t real, like he was a model that stepped from the pages of Vogue. He doesn’t model, at least that’s what his best friend, Kim Taehyung told me when I asked him one afternoon in our Literature class. I wanted to ask him more about Jimin, yet I held back and saved it for Jungkook, who lives in the same building as I do and goes to Purple Bullet Arcade during the weekend too. That’s where I first saw Jimin, then and there as I lost all function: my eyes remained on his silver hair, white leather jacket, designer shirt and dark jeans that brought out the toned definition of his muscles extremely well.

The Tekken round I was in the middle of was over once my attention got captured, leading Jungkook to make a comeback from his magic pixel of life. His guttural cry of victory broke me from my hypnotic fixation as both my eyes along with Jimin’s traveled over.

“Finally!” Jungkook roared, “I beat you!”

I frowned as he continued to jump with glee, dancing like a goof without a care in the world. He stopped abruptly, eyes moved past me once I felt someone’s presence behind me.

“Hey Jimin!” he greeted.

I turned, met Jimin’s smoldering dark brown eyes and froze.

“Hey Kook,” he said, “you must be the one he beat, ah?”

“Ah, I’m I-I’m Y/N,” I said, “s-sorry I gotta go!”

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“Real smooth,” my best friend Denise says, “why’d you scurry out like a mouse?”

I cast my eyes down as I take in a sip of my vanilla latte. Magic Bean Cafe on campus makes the best, and it isn’t crowded on Fridays when Denise and I catch up. We also get to talk as loud as we want without anyone throwing looks our way, which is quite liberating especially after an 11 a.m lit class.

“Um, you didn’t answer my question,” Denise presses as she leans across the table with a serious eye, “why were you so scary with Jimin?”

“Why wouldn’t I have been scared?” I counter, “Jimin is super intimating, he’s crazy gorgeous, popular as hell and he’s got like over a thousand followers, right?”

Denise shakes her head.

“Try half a mill and counting,” she says, “did you know he used to dance professionally in Busan before transferring here?”

“No,” I groan, “telling me that won’t help me.”

“Uh, yeah it will dude,” Denise notes, “most of his classes are in the liberal arts building and that’s where yours is as well so talk to him.”

I narrow my eyes at her. Did she not just hear what the hell just happened when I encountered him at the arcade?

“That’s easier said than done,” I say.

“Look, Jimin is super nice and I think you guys would hit it off,” she says, “Jin’s friends with him, along with Namjoon.”

Hearing her mention Jin makes me change the subject swiftly.

“Jin eh?” I ask, “so how have things been with Jin, you guys make it official or what?”

Denise scrambles a bit in her chair, attempting to play with her blue streaked braids as she struggles to find the words.

“We’re uh-”

She’s cut off by a sudden noise.

“Your cheesy stuffed pretzel is ready!”

We both turn toward the counter of the coffee shop to see Jin in his well fitted white chefs apron and hat, posed elegantly on top of the counter with a plate that holds the said cheesy stuffed pretzel.

I turn back to Denise who already has her head down on the table. Jin steps over to us with a model waiter stance: standing posed with his chin up and arm around his back.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets before turning back to Denise, “your snack Jagiya.”

I raise an eyebrow at the pet name.

“Jagiya, huh?”

Denise raises her head back up.

“Yeah we are official,” she says, “kinda.”

Jin frowns.

“Kinda?” he asks.

Denise changes her tune quickly at Jin’s saddened tone.

“We are, we are,” she reassures, “it’s just a little embarrassing how you spoil me sometimes.”

“That’s because I want to,” he says, “now eat your pretzel Jagi.”

Denise rips off a piece prior to nudging the plate toward me.

“Want a piece?” she asks.

I start to nod, yet Jin cuts me off.

“I can get her one! That one is for you to enjoy!” he scolds.

Denise rolls her eyes.

“Jin, if you don’t.”

I chuckle at their apparent lovers quarrel.

“Should I leave before the both of you start making out?” I joke.

“No, wait!” Denise urges, “now that we got Jin here, he can tell you that Jimin is totally cool, right?”

I look to Jin who nods as he pulls up a chair to sit next to Denise.

“Yeah, he’ll like you Y/N, you’re cool,” he explains, “wait, did you tell her about his Instagram?”

I grit my teeth as Denise nods.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“I wouldn’t go too much into that when you first talk to him,” Jin says, “he says a lot of American women are stunned by his amazing filters or whatever, I don’t know it word for word, but just try breaking the ice with something else!”

“Ok,” I say, “what would you suggest?”

Jin tilts his head.

“Maybe dance?” he suggests, “that’s what he’s studying-”

“Or!” Denise growls, interrupting Jin, “you could be yourself and talk about gaming, take him to the Purple Bullet Arcade! You’re always there with Jungkook.”

“Yeah, but how would I know if I’m Jimin’s type?” I ask.

Jin tilts his head in confusion.

“Eh! I already said he’ll probably like you!” he groans.

Denise nudges him in the ribs.

“Not what she meant,” she says, “she means black girls like us.”

Jin’s eyes widens but nods. It seems like that already had some sort of talk. Good.

“Look Y/N, Taehyung always hangs out with the black frat guys and I think he dated a girl from the Step team,” she notes, “and Namjoon practically can’t keep his eyes away from the black women on this campus and I’m sure Jungkook-”

“Ok, I get it!” I say, “that’s Jimin’s company, but what about him?”

“I can’t tell for sure,” she says, “but the best thing to do would be to talk to him.”

I can only nod as the words get hammered into my head.

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Denise’s words, along with Jimin didn’t leave my mind as I sprawled over my messy, paper infested bed. I’m supposed to be reading Pride and Prejudice for my literature class, yet here I am scrolling through Instagram and absentmindedly liking my friend’s posts.

Jungkook’s recent photo, he’s in front of the Purple Bullet Arcade.He’s dressed in a black hoodie and a beanie with the with one of his sleeves rolled up to show off his impressive muscle. The caption under the picture read: never skip biceps day or half off tokens day at the Purple Bullet Arcade! I mentally roll my eyes, but he’s shouting out the arcade. I got to like for that.

Namjoon’s photo comes next, he’s in a green cardigan with his glasses hanging on the edge of his nose and an open book in front of him. It looks like he’s in the Magic Bean Cafe. Of Course Jin would allow Namjoon to use it as his personal photo-shooting area, being that his parents founded the cafe and that they’re close friends. The caption under Namjoon’s picture read: finals are coming up guys don’t get too caffeinated and keep your heads in your textbooks! At this point Namjoon is just asking to get roasted. That’s exactly what Yoongi did, another mutual friend of me and Denise.

His response was: no body looks that clean cut while studying, please take your prep school lookin ass back to the library!

It’s difficult not to hold in the laughter as my finger presses the heart to like the comment along with the post. For a good roast and roasting material. I continue to scroll until find Taehyung’s recent post and freeze.

Taehyung looked flawless as always in his Gucci shirt and black slacks, yet he’s not alone in this one. He’s pictured with his arms around Jimin and Hoseok, both of them wearing baggy sweats and hats with matching logos. The caption under it read: just watched my bestie and his amazing dance partner practice, they’re gonna own this performance next month!

I like it, of course, along with Hoseok’s comment with hearts and Jimin’s own with multiple smiley faces. My fingers don’t continue my pattern of scrolling however as my thumb hovers over Jimin’s username: ParkJimin_95.

I know Jin said not to bring up Instagram, but he didn’t say not to look at it when I’m alone. I click on his page before I over think it, instantly regretting soon after.

I remain on his page a bit longer than I expected, fascinated by how stunning he is. The most recent pictures of him has him sporting his familiar silver hair, but his older pictures show him with various different colors: blue, pink, red, orange and black with different filters as well. I quickly scroll back, my heart skipping a beat once I realized that I accidentally followed him. Shit.

I go to close the app, yet someone’s typing at me. My panic clears a bit once I realize it’s Namjoon.

Namjoon: Get off instagram and study!

I roll my eyes.

Me: I was taking a break Joon.

Namjoon’s typing again.

Namjoon: Oh ok, don’t stay on here too long!

Who’s mother does he think he is? No, I shouldn’t roast him, Yoongi already did that for me. Instead I answer back calmly.

Me: Sure mom!

Namjoon doesn’t respond back, good. Another notification pops up for me however and I click to see what it is.

The notification read: ParkJimin_95 started following you.

My thumb immediately finds the home button before I place my phone back onto my bed with it’s screen face down. Jimin, Park Jimin just followed me back. Maybe Namjoon is right, I should get back to studying.

Just looking at Jane Austen’s bored expression on the back of my novel doesn’t get my brain’s wheels turning back towards the productive. Instead I gather up my phone again, it lit it up more Instagram messages: one from Jimin and one from Namjoon.

I ignore the one from Namjoon for now, because I don’t have time to be scolded and peek at the one Jimin sent me.

Jimin: Hey! I remember you from the arcade! So, you’re the infamous Y/N that beat Jungkook all the time.

I stare at the message for a moment, carefully put my phone into sleep mode and not open the message fully to leave him on read.

Maybe Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy can help me get my mind straight after all, cause I can’t seem to respond. At least not right now.

Fin~Part I

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loverspersonas · 5 years ago

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liability | i

pairing: ot7? x reader

genre: spy au, grisha reader, angst, drama, fluff

length: 2k

summary: She’s known as the Wraith, a destructive member of a notorious intelligence organization. When a mission goes wrong, she runs into a rival group, BTS, and is offered a choice that could change her whole life.

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The mission was simple.

It was a matter of getting into the casino and then getting out. What happened in between those two was the tricky part. But you had been doing this for a while now. Years and years of training and mastering your powers had brought you here. Had made you what you were now.

“Wraith.”

Your hand touched the comms unit in your right ear, activating your mic. “What?”

“Do you have eyes on your target?”

“Yes. At the bar, next to two blonde women.”

Of course, the missions did have their dry parts. A lot of the time, your job was to watch out for potential threats that could compromise them while the others, the more superior members, handled the rest. You did get some credit though. You’d gotten them into the place through security without the detectors and security catching their weapons. It was just a simple mental manipulation, and jamming the detector’s signals when no one was looking.

“Excuse me, darling.” You turned to see the man who’d approached you near the balcony railing. He was quite young and wore an overpriced, pristine suit like most of the men there, a glass of champagne in one hand. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Professionalism was crucial on a mission, so no matter how annoyed you could get, you managed to smile at him, a signature one you’d honed over the years that could charm strangers to do whatever you wanted. “No, thank you. I’m actually waiting for someone.”

He looked around briefly, smirking slightly. “I don’t see anyone.”

People like this really made you question if you had an anger problem. Refraining from rolling your eyes, you said, “Well, they’re here. Making sure their casino is running smoothly and there are no uninvited guests here tonight, because after all… this is an exclusive event. Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Lee?”

The colour drained from his face slowly. “How did you—“

“You’re asking the wrong questions,” you said, taking his champagne. “What would happen to you if Minho found out you were here?”

He stuttered. “You wouldn’t—“

“Oh, I would.” You sipped the drink and sighed. “Unless of course… you tell me where they’re taking the new ashe shipments.”

“What?”

“The. Ashe. Ship. Ments,” you repeated, emphasizing each syllable. “Ashe, the most widely used, addictive drug in the country right now? Oh, and don’t play dumb. I really don’t have time for that.”

He clenched his jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You stared at him for a long moment, focusing your mind to find the neurones working in his head. You raised your hand, its motion reflecting the manipulation you were making. “Oh, but you do.”

He blinked as something shifted in his mind. “On the fifth floor,” he said automatically. “The large room near the back that’s being guarded.”

“Good,” you said, satisfied. You passed the glass back to him. “You can go now. Have a few more drinks.”

Confusion passed over his face shortly before he turned and wandered off towards the bar. You turned on your heel, stumbling suddenly. Your hand shot out to grab the railing. “Fuck,” you muttered, dizziness washing over you. Trying to manipulate the human mind was difficult enough as it was and you’d already done it once that night when you had to go through security. And that had been more than one person. Hopefully, you hadn’t exerted too much of yourself.

“Wraith. Do you copy?”

You sighed and touched your in-ear comms. “I’m here.”

“Minho’s men are heading to the basement.”

“Lee says they’re keeping the ashe on the fifth floor. I’m heading there right now.”

“You can’t go by yourself.”

You rolled your eyes. The fact that you had these rare abilities made your team skeptical of trusting you. Even the ones that came close to trusting you had to draw the line somewhere. It never mattered how long you’d been with GOT7. You were like a time bomb to them; you could go off at any moment. That explained the silver collar around your neck that could’ve almost been jewellery. But you knew better. “I don’t need to be babysat.”

“This wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Wasn’t it? And is that what JB told you?” The silence that came after only confirmed that you were right. “We came for the ashe. I’m getting the shipments before someone else does.”

“Fine. I’ll send a team to you for backup. You know the time limit. Try not to get killed.”

You disabled your comms and entered the elevator, hitting the fifth floor button and then the close button. Unfortunately for you, just before the doors slid shut, someone managed to slide into the elevator.

He let out a breath, like he’d been running. “That was a close one.”

You made a noncommittal sound of agreement without paying him much attention. Great, you thought. Just what you needed. Another delay in getting your job done.

“You don’t seem so familiar.”

You raised a brow, watching the number start to climb from the ground floor. “And why would I?”

“I’ve been to this event many times before,” he said as a matter of fact. “I’ve met almost everyone, learned to recognize faces… but I haven’t seen you before. I think I would have remembered you.”

You managed to stay calm. It was a simple observation; he might’ve not been insinuating anything else. “I’m just someone’s plus one.”

“Right, of course. Would that someone be Lee, or Minho?” Your eyes snapped to him while he stood there, casually blowing your cover as though he was asking what the weather was like. “Or maybe someone from GOT7?”

He finally turned his head and your breath nearly caught in your throat, even more so since the revelation had almost left you winded. His hair was styled as a mullet, long and black and fell past his forehead, contrasting with the light gray hue of his irises. He could’ve been any of the guests in the main hall, dressing like them and talking like them, but you should’ve known by now that nothing was always what they appeared to be.

Before you could utter a word, there was a ding and the doors opened. You checked the screen. Third floor. A taller, older man with stern features stepped inside to stand in between you and the gray eyed boy. You felt like the tension in the small area only got thicker, making your skin heat up. The doors closed and you dared to glance at the boy again, only to find that he was already looking your way.

It should’ve made you uncomfortable. It should’ve sent you into panic, because he knew you weren’t supposed to be there. He knew what you were up to. But he wasn’t watching you out of suspicion. Slowly, his gaze shifted to the man in front. Unable to contain your curiosity, you tried to see what had caught his attention. But all you saw was a flash of metal before the man lunged at you with a knife.

You cried out in surprise, stumbling back into the elevator wall. A second later, you realized the knife never touched you. When you opened your eyes, the gray eyed boy was right in front you, his hand grasping the man’s arm that held the knife inches away from your throat.

You only exhaled when the fight moved away from you and to your relief, the elevator reached the fifth floor. You didn’t waste a second to dash out of there, moving down the hall as fast as your heels would allow you to. Maybe you were compromised. But you could still get to the ashe in time.

“Wraith, come in.” The comms unit crackled. “We have a bit of an issue.”

“You don’t say,” you replied sarcastically. “Some guy just tried to knife me.”

“Do you know who he was?”

“No, he was too busy trying to kill me. I’ll make sure to ask next time though.”

“Shit. You know what this means, don’t you?”

You didn’t speak right away, dread filling the silence. “We’re not the only ones who came for the ashe.” There was another team in the game. Your mind flashed back to the boy from the elevator. Whose team was he on? And more importantly, why had he saved your life?

An alarm tore through the hall, red lights blinking around you. It was just seconds later when you heard the chatter, people getting confused and surprised by the sirens. No doubt security would arrive and ask all the guests to leave the premises. The perfect opportunity for someone to slip through security and find the drugs.

“Wraith, are you there?”

“I’m here,” you said then made a split second decision. “Keep Minho’s men and the others away from the fifth floor. I can get the shipments.”

“And if you can’t?”

“Like JB said. Then I’ll make sure no one can.”

You didn’t wait for a response as you turned off your comms unit and sped down the hall, lifting the skirts of your long midnight blue gown so you wouldn’t trip. The costume was always a large part of the mission, so no matter how much you disliked dressing like a doll, sometimes it was necessary.

There were two men up ahead in black suits, blocking one of the doors. It had to be where the shipments were being held. You didn’t bother trying to hide. As soon as they noticed you coming towards them and reached for their weapons, you raised your hands, and they went flying back to the hit the wall. One of them managed to find their gun but before he could fire at you, you used your power to twist his arm until his bones cracked and he screamed. With another motion of your fingers, the door flew open.

You weren’t surprised to see all the boxes and crates stacked around the room, all with the familiar logo for the company EXO. And inside the boxes, you wouldn’t have been surprised to see packs of the ashe. What did surprise you was the fact that you weren’t the only person in the room.

“Who are you?” one of the boys asked. He had white-blond hair while the other was a brunette but they were both surprisingly young, probably around your own age. Clad in black suits too, they were holding guns that were uncertainly trained on you. And you wondered once again, what team were they playing on?

There was no more time for them to ask you questions or further exchange puzzled looks, because that was when more people stormed into the room, yelling at all of you and holding up their guns. The two boys didn’t waste a second to defend themselves against the newcomers and once again, you were lost, not knowing who was on what team. Was your team still there?

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone charging in your direction and instinctively, you raised your hand to block them. The man dropped to his knees, blood dripping from his nose. At the same time, another swung at you with his fist. You managed to dodge him just in time, and used your powers to slow down his pulse until he collapsed.

The sound of your heartbeat was beginning to overwhelm you along with the noise from the gunshots and the fighting. Your breaths were heavy now, sweat starting to form at your hairline. The ashe was still here. Everyone else was too busy fighting each other. You could still make it out of there.

Right when you took a step forward, your body froze for a fraction of a second before you began convulsing. It was like electric shocks were constantly being sent through your body, lighting each of your nerves on fire. Only dimly aware of the fighting that soon was eventually dying down, you released a breath as the pain came to a stop.

“Jimin, don’t,” you heard someone warn. “I know her.”

“She came for the drugs, Taehyung. She’s probably with them.”

There was a light touch on your shoulder and you tried to open your eyes from where you were lying on the floor. A pair of familiar gray eyes looked down at you and it was strange how soft them seemed, despite the ebbing pain and dizziness in your head that was trying to overtake your senses.

“Are you okay?” His face was blurred and his voice distorted like looking through an old camera lens.

You tried to say something in return but soon, everything faded to black.

chapter ii

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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Lies Untold

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Summary: For generations, your family has been the protectors of mankind. You were considered one of the best and due to that reputation, you were sent on what could be the most important mission for the organization. Going under cover in a college to sniff out a particularly large and threatening wolf pack seemed easy enough. But when you meet one of the members, everything you’ve known since birth will be overturned and your loyalty to your family and heritage will be tested.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

You were pretty sure this wasn’t going to work, but any alternative seemed just as stupid.

Clipboard in hand along with a fake syllabus you’d spent all last night making, you marched up to the front desk of the museum. Well, not really “marched”. You were trying to give off the impression that you were a nervous, harmless college student, so it was more like a slow shuffle up to the woman who held the key to your target.

“Excuse me?” you said quietly. You kept your gaze down, only flicking it up for a second or so to look at the museum worker.

She smiled at you. “Yes, how can I help you?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m, uh, I’m supposed to be doing this project on ancient Greek pottery for class and our professor is giving us extra credit if we use the examples that were supposed to be on display here, but I guess they’ve been taken down?” Thank you, overly helpful museum bulletin for that nice piece of information. “I didn’t realize that when I started my paper and I’m already falling behind in this class and I just – I really need – do you think-” You putting on the fully blown desperation act. If you kept going the snot and tears would be flowing soon enough.

Sympathy was written clear as day all over the secretary’s face. “Oh, dear. Give me a moment and let me see if the curator is here. I’m sure we can let you see the vases for a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” you hiccuped. Scurrying out of her seat, the secretary left the main lobby and disappeared into another part of the museum.

Now along, you quickly surveyed her desk. The keycard you were searching for was lying conspicuously right next to the mouse for the taking. But you had to leave it there. Snatching it right now would be too obvious. However….

As nonchalantly as you could, you knocked over the display of pencils that were resting in a mug with the museum’s logo printed on the smooth surface. Just as you were hoping, it clattered onto the desk, spilling the pencils everywhere.

Keeping up appearances for the camera, you hurried to the other side, clumsily trying to put them all back in the cup. While one hand was occupied with the mess, the other was working on opening the drawers as sneakily as possible.

Bingo.

Three extra keycards were lying there in the drawer, just waiting to be taken. You pocketed one and then closed the drawer before putting the mug back and rounding the desk once more. Phase One: complete.

A minute or so later, the secretary was back, along with the curator of the museum. She was a kind looking woman, in her fifties or so. You almost felt a little bad for lying and taking from her. Almost.

Guilt was certainly an emotion that followed you around lately. Its point of origin was one that you didn’t want to think about. Going into that part of your mind… it was too dangerous. A fog would begin to take over your thoughts and you didn’t know up from down, wrong from right. Everything grayed together with no visible way of separating it again. It was best to stay out of that mindset as much as you could.

“I’m told that you’re supposed to be doing a project on Greek pottery?” the curator asked.

You nodded, holding out your clipboard for her to see. “It’s a pretty big paper. I need to do well on it if I want to pass the class. It’s not my major, but-”

“That’s alright, dear,” the curator smiled at you. “Just follow me.” Without really waiting to see if you were behind her, the curator led you straight to the back door that you’d seen the alpha slip into before. Maybe you didn’t need the keycard after all.

Sliding her own keycard that was clipped to her jacket’s lapel, the curator opened that forbidden door and motioned for you to go inside.

The left side of the long hallway was dotted with doors also locked up tight, but instead of just being able to swipe the card again, each door was secured by a keypad that required the right number sequence to enter.

Crap.

To make matters even more difficult, the curator covered the keypad so you wouldn’t accidentally see the code she was typing in. Not that it would help you at all. Each door probably had its own sequence. And you didn’t need to get to the pottery. You needed another door that held something even more valuable.

In the room you didn’t really need to enter were rows and rows of faded, cracked pottery safely guarded behind thick glass that was padlocked shut. On the table in the middle was a two-hundred-plus catalog explaining each piece’s history.

“I’ll let you spend some time in here,” she said. “You may take pictures, but, please, don’t use your flash, and let me know if you have any questions.”

“Thank you so much!” you smiled. “You’re a life saver!”

The curator waved your compliment off, but seemed extremely pleased to be praised. She left you alone as promised without another word. Your lips snapped back into their normal neutral state.

Now what?

You still didn’t know which door you needed to get through and now you had another obstacle standing in your way. You were going to need outside help again.

Shoving the clipboard into your bag, you turned the handle and propped the door open with your bag so you didn’t accidentally lock yourself out. Technology was definitely not your strong suit, but even you could tell that hacking this dinosaur of a keypad wasn’t going to be easy. You pulled out your phone, taking a few pictures of the pad from different angles and sending them off to Carter before dialing his number.

“You sure are racking up the favors now, aren’t you?” was his greeting.

“Shut up,” you hissed. “I’ve hit another snag, that’s all. I’m pretty sure the book is behind a lock like the one I sent you. But I don’t have a way of getting the code.”

“Did you look to see which numbers are faded?” Carter asked snarkily.

You mimicked him quietly before replying, “From what I can see, none of them are faded enough to give me even an inkling of what the combination could be.”

“Welp, you’re SOL.”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s an older basic model,” he explained. “No port for maintenance, so no hacking it from there. It doesn’t work wirelessly from what I can see, so you can’t get in that way either.”

“Fan-freaking-tastic,” you growled through clenched teeth. “I might as well just break the door down.”

“Now that doesn’t sound very subtle.”

Before you could retort, the sound of the main door’s keypad beeping reached your ears. You hung up with Carter without even saying goodbye and rushed back into the room, shoving the door closed. But it wasn’t the curator coming to check up on you.

Two male voices passed by your door, making your ears perk up.

“I don’t know. I just don’t think there’s any more in the book about them that we don’t already know, Junmyeon.” At the sound of Luhan’s voice, your heart lept in your chest and it wasn’t out of nervousness. You pressed a hand over it as if to try and calm or quiet it down. Such a simple thing like hearing his voice shouldn’t be making you react like this. The thick gray fog was starting to cloud your mind again and you almost missed the vital information about to be passed in front of you.

“I know. But there might be something about hunters in there that we missed.” A heavy sigh came after that comment. “I’ve never heard of them actually sending someone undercover before. They’ve always preferred to just attack in numbers. I don’t know how to fight this.”

So, they knew about you. Well, at least partially. Shit. Now you were going to have to be even more careful. You felt like a sitting duck. You couldn’t go home with your tail between your legs just because the wolves started sniffing around. Johnny would never let you hear the end of it, even if your parents said it was okay to put personal safety first. No, you had to stay and see this through.

At least, that’s what you told yourself was keeping you here.

When you heard another door open, you decided that was your time to leave. Checking to make sure the hallway was clear, you quietly made your way out back into the main lobby. You nodded to the secretary, who waved goodbye to you, completely unaware that you were walking out with one of her precious keycards.

As soon as you were out on the front steps, however, a hand grabbed your wrist. Whirling around, you tried to break the hold, but your heel lost balance on the edge of the first step, nearly sending you backwards until Luhan caught you around your waist.

“Whoa, there!” he chuckled as he steadied the two of you out.

Now your mind was really messed up. Standing there, slightly leaned back while Luhan hovered over you with his arm around you was making you feel… somehow calm and in hyper drive at the same time. The instinct to fight and get away from the supernatural wolf was being beaten by something else that couldn’t be named. A shimmer in Luhan’s eyes brought you back to your senses, pushing him away.

“Don’t you know better than to just randomly grab people?” you snapped.

“I’m sorry.” But there wasn’t really any apologetic evidence in his face. He was looking at you with a soft expression that had never been sent your way before. You didn’t like it.

“Did you need something?” You crossed your arms. Your gut reaction whenever he was around was to put up a titanium wall that couldn’t be stormed through. What could possible happen if you didn’t was an experience you weren’t sure you could live through.

“I-” He stopped. “Just checking on you. Since you left rather quickly last week.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him a little curtly. “But I have to go.”

He nodded. “I’ll see you later.” Shoulders drooping, he turned and headed back inside the museum. Your foot took a step towards him involuntarily before you could stop yourself. You blinked.

What were you doing? Get out of there!

Forcing yourself to turn back around, you flitted down the steps and to the bus stop where you could get away from the area as fast as possible. You ignored the rattling of the window as you pressed your forehead up against the cool glass. Understanding was starting to come to you, thought you still couldn’t fully explain it. There was just something about that boy – that wolf – that was stirring up your stomach and making your heart flutter. You felt calmer after looking into those dravite eyes. Like the world and time themselves were no longer moving and you didn’t have to worry about what was coming next because you at least had that moment.

But you did have to worry. The wolves now knew that there was a hunter under their noses, learning about them. You didn’t know if they knew that you were trying to get to their closely guarded secret. The one you now knew for sure was kept in the museum. And maybe that could still give you the advantage. Would you be able to carry out your mission and get away without blowing your cover?

Did you even want to succeed anymore?

The idea of letting everyone back home down was just adding to your stress. Some would be quick to label you a coward. Others would just shrug and say they knew it would be a failure from the beginning. Most believed that the straightforward approach was best. Ambush the pack and take them out. None of this sneaking around and playing games for those people like Johnny, who couldn’t care less about the book and its secrets.

Maybe the reason they preferred it that way was because then they could stay disconnected. They didn’t see them interact on a daily basis or watch them laugh and do basic human things. Was that what was going on with you? Were you becoming like John Smith or Sam Worthington’s character in Avatar? Were you simply becoming sympathetic to the wolves?

That didn’t explain the way Luhan plagued your mind or invaded your dreams. Nothing did. Except…

Once – when you were fifteen or so – your parents brought in another hunter to train you in archery. His name was Darien, a few years older than you, maybe in his early twenties or so, you couldn’t remember. He had dark blue eyes framed by jet black hair that made his features even more striking. With a tall stature and a body that he took great care of, it was no wonder that the other girls were jealous of your one-on-one tutoring. But none of that was the reason that you soon fell head over heels for him. It was how he handled the bow, how quick he could be, the best at combining speed and accuracy while maintaining grace in every movement. There was an elegance to the way he shot the arrows. Soon, your eyes started inserting a glow around his whole person every time you stared at him.

Looking back, you were utter humiliated at how upset you were when you found out he was already engaged to someone else, like you ever actually stood a chance. You were a kid, he was a grown adult. But you were convinced that you were in love him. Typical teenager angst.

That was the one and only time in your life that you’d ever felt those kinds of emotions towards someone and therefore that was all you had to compare with whatever it was that Luhan was doing to you.

But there was no comparison. Not really. The two incidents felt isolated, on completely different planets. With Darien, it was more of an adoration. No matter how hard you racked your brain, trying to figure it out, you couldn’t understand what the underlining definition of your emotions towards Luhan was.

Now back at your apartment after riding the bus around and around for a few hours, you found yourself standing in front of the bulletin board, contemplating where you should go from here. Part of you honestly just wanted to rip the whole thing down, tear it to shreds and run away.

No. You couldn’t do that. So, instead, you did the next best thing.

You took the board off the wall and stuffed it into your closet before swinging the door closed. You needed a drink.

Before leaving you changed into a more bar appropriate outfit, getting out of the innocent college student gear of a hoodie and jeans. Sliding your arms into your favorite jean jacket, you locked up behind you and began to walk towards the business district where a majority of the bars were located to give easy access to the university population.

You passed by the first few bars you came across, deciding that they were too full from your view through the windows. Being around crowds of careless drunks was not what you were wanting at the moment. Not that you would protest possibly throwing a punch at a drunk frat boy who thought he could invade your personal space because he worked out.

Remember, these methods are only to be used in self-defense came your mother’s voice in your head.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The next bar that caught your eye was exactly where you didn’t need to go.

The Moonlight.

You should keep walking. You should not put yourself in any position to be closer to the confusing wolf. You should find another bar on the other side of town and –

You walked inside the bar, hating the fact that, while not empty and secluded, it definitely wasn’t as rowdy as the others you’d nixed. Maybe they weren’t even actually that full. Maybe your brain was self-consciously taking you here. What an idiot.

The next preventative step to avoid disaster would have been to sit at one of the small round tables as far away from the bar as you could get. So, naturally, you sat right down in Luhan’s section of the bar.

“What can I get you?” he asked in the most droll voice when he approached.

“What?” you frowned. “No friendly greeting? Not even a smile?” His unusually gruff demeanor was not what you expected – and you didn’t like it. Great, even more of a reason for that drink.

“From our run-in earlier, I didn’t think you were in a friendly mood,” he replied. “In fact, I’m kind of surprised to see you in here.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, looking down at your nails. There wasn’t much to pick at, but you managed to do so anyway. “I shouldn’t have treated you like that. Things are just… very complicated in my head right now.”

There was that smile you’d come to know. “Well, then. I guess you came to the right place to clear it up again.”

You pointed at him in a very un-menacing manner. “That’s the plan. So, can I get a whiskey and coke?”

Luahn made a face. “So boring.”

“I’m not drinking for pleasure.”

Still slightly smiling, Luhan narrowed his eyes at you before expertly flipping a short glass onto the bar, simultaneously filling it with whiskey from the large bottle and coke from the nozzle after adding ice. He slide the full glass over to your side. “There you go. A glass of boring sugar.”

Maybe you were being a little cheeky, you took the glass and gulped down the drink in just a few chugs, dropping it down on the bar with a slight clatter just for emphasis.

Luhan just stared at you. “That was fast.”

You shrugged. “I told you. I wasn’t drinking for pleasure.”

His look of awe slowly transformed into a look of concern. “What’s going on, (y/n)? You don’t seem like the kind of person who normally does this.”

“I….” You laughed. “I honestly don’t know how to describe it.” Because it’s all about you. “I just need to… not think for a little bit.”

“That’s not a healthy coping mechanism,” he pointed out.

“No, but I didn’t necessarily say I was looking for a healthy solution, now did I?” You didn’t think there was one anyway. Sitting here across from him was making it a little better, even if you were still just as confused. Maybe it wasn’t the alcohol that you needed in the end.

You weren’t a consistent drinker and that first glass was already starting to hit you. But when Luhan started filling up it up again, you didn’t protest. You did, however, take this one a little slower.

“Hae In’s going to throw a fit when she finds out you went out without her,” Luhan chuckled after walking away for a minute to help another patron.

“Oh, Innie will live,” you smiled.

Luhan frowned thoughtfully at the nickname. “Why do you call her that?”

You cringed, both from the sting of a particularly strong gulp and the question. “Well, when I was younger, I couldn’t pronounce Hae In very well. Or at all, really. So we came up with Innie as an alternative. It just kind of stuck ever since.”

“It’s cute.”

You pursed your lips. “Cute is not normally a word associated with me.”

Leaning forward, Luhan rested on his elbows, a smoldering gaze blazing in his eyes. “Well, I think you’re very cute.”

Okay. That was… flirty. Now you were blushing. You could actually feel your cheeks and neck burning up. But just as you opened your mouth, another customer called out for Luhan, making him straighten up and leave you alone to do his job. You downed the rest of the drink in a sad attempt to cool yourself down.

Fun fact: alcohol heats you up and now you were practically on fire. The jacket came off to help with the heat, draping it over the back of your chair for safe keeping.

You stayed for several hours, slowly sipping on another two drinks while talking to Luhan in between other patrons demanding his attention for refills. Though it was ultimately a short amount of time, it just might have been some of the best hours you’d ever spent on this planet. You’d laughed and smiled the whole time, getting to know Luhan on the human level that you never were meant to. But you didn’t care. You liked spending time with him like this. Why had you been so resistant to it in the past?

As the night grew older, you decided it was time to head home. Luhan’s own grin faded when he saw you get up from your seat. When you got to your feet, however, you started to wobble unsteadily and he hopped over the counter, using only one of his hands as a base on the bard before landing in front of you.

“Well, that was impressive,” you giggled. Oh, yeah. You weren’t drunk, per se, since you still had good control over yourself and there was only one Luhan, but you were definitely tipsy.

“Okay, I’m walking you home.” Luhan turned to tell his coworkers but you slapped his chest.

“No, I’m fine.”

He ignored you. “Hey, guys, I’m going to see her home since we’re pretty slow. Just put her tab on me.”

“Okay!” One of the female bartenders yelled back, waving the two of you goodbye.

Luhan waited for you to put on your jacket, snickering at your struggle, and then he escorted you out of the bar with a hand at the small of your back.

The night air felt so good against your skin. You walked in the direction of your apartment with ease, albeit still a little wobbly, just enjoying the quiet. It wasn’t quite closing time yet and so only those wanting to beat the crowds were heading to their cars or calling services to pick them up.

“I think I like you like this,” Luhan suddenly said.

You whipped your head at him, surprised. “Intoxicated?”

“Oh, no!” he laughed at his own slip up. “I just meant… more relaxed. You don’t seem like you’re looking for a way out this time.”

“That’s because I think I might give up looking for a way out,” you admitted.

Luhan stopped in his tracks. “You… what?”

But you didn’t elaborate. You just kept on walking in the direction of home, staring up above. The moon was getting smaller, waning more and more each night until it disappeared again. You hated that. You preferred big and bright, like a flashlight in the sky.

“So, are you going to stay? Here in town?” Luhan tried again.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “For now. While I can.”

The mood was dampening again, but Luhan could be counted on to lighten it up again after walking a couple blocks in silence. “So, did you come to my bar to see me?”

You scoffed, your acting as if that was ridiculous being of terrible quality. “No. Everywhere else was just full of people. I don’t like people.”

“But you like me?” He was giving you a crooked smile.

You shook your head, now walking backwards to face him. “I’m not allowed to like anybody. Especially….” You stopped yourself from exposing what you knew. Good. You weren’t that intoxicated to make that slip.

Luhan raised an eyebrow. “Especially….”

You pulled a dumb category out of the air, telling in a flirty manner, “Especially the unmanly kind.”

His jaw dropped, offended. “And you’re sticking me in that category?”

“Pretty boys aren’t usually manly,” you giggled, even patting his head for good measure.

“Not manly, huh?” Taking you up on your challenge, Luhan scooped you up in his arms, twirling you around while you cried out in joy.

When you were back on your feet, you were more unstable than ever but you couldn’t stop laughing. That’s when you realized that you were right outside your door now.

“This, uh,” you cleared your throat. “This is me.”

Disappointment was all over Luhan’s face now that the journey had ended. “Oh. Okay. Well, I’m glad you made it home safe. Sleep well.”

He turned to leave, but you stopped him by grabbing his sleeve. “Wait.”

Hope now filled his eyes as he stared back at you. This was the ultimate crossroads. You either let him go, staying where you were and reverting back to your previous guarded self or you took the plunge and explored what it was that you were feeling for him. Either way, you knew there was no turning back. You knew exactly what you were doing when the next two words left your mouth.

“Stay. Please.”

Wordlessly, Luhan nodded.

Feeling like you were moving in slow motion, you turned and unlocked the door. You stepped into your apartment with Luhan right behind you. With this seemingly harmless choice, you knew you were committing the ultimate betrayal. But regret was nowhere to be found.

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mysideblogofsurveys · 4 years ago

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Survey 16.

Favorite beverage: Well, Water I guess. I like drinking Mt. Dew or Coffee but I’ve cut back on all that stuff (but I will have a cup of coffee every morning)

When was the last time you had ketchup? On Saturday. We made Sweet Potato Fries but they don’t really good with ketchup

What is the most recent gift you've been given? My co-workers gave me a GrubHub gift card for all the help (they’re working from home but I still go into the office so they e-mail what they need to do to me so I can do it for them - I actually hate doing it but..we don’t really have a choice). Anyway, they wanted to give me something as “Thanks for all the help” and I told them a simple “Thank You” is all I want but people don’t listen. (Not to be ungrateful but I don’t like receiving gifts from anyone other than family and NO ONE listens and gives me things anyway).

Did you leave the house today? Not yet, I’ll be leaving about 8:10 to go to work

Are there bumper stickers on your car? Yes :) a “Straw Hat” pirate one from the anime One Piece and an EXO sticker for the kpop group.

Are you watching tv right now? Kind of. “Dark” on Netflix. I paused it briefly though to read these questions - its in German so I need to read the subtitles.

Are you wearing anything blue? No

Do you have a job? Yes..but I’ve been thinking about quitting so I can move back to the city I loved. Life is too short to live in a place you don’t like and I’ve seen other jobs I can apply for so I’m not worried.

Is your car messy? No, I like to keep it clean.

When did you last have whipped cream? This morning..I like using heavy whipping cream in my coffee (as opposed to the other creamers that are all sugar). My husband uses the canned/aerosol whipped cream in his coffee though.

How far away is the closest house? Literally down 2 flights of stairs. I live on the 3rd floor of an apartment.

What street do you live on? On one that has a cool name

Are you dating anyone? I’m married.

What color is you computer? Both my laptop and desktop are black

Do you own an iPod? What color is it? I do! I won an iPod at my high school graduation celebration (my class had a “lock in” at the school - basically they “lock” you in the school (from like 6pm to 6am) where you can play games, nap if you want, eat all sorts of junk food or just hang out and have a party for everyone graduating, it was a lot of fun. They had a raffle before everyone went home the next morning and I won an iPod (this was in 2006 so a long time ago lol) But it was just the standard black one.

What is the most recent picture on your phone/camera of: UGH OMG so I forgot I took a picture of this DISGUSTING roach that I found in our apt on Friday night. They’re not the tiny/infestation ones, they’re large “Palmetto Bug” roaches that tend to wander into houses that have cracks and our vents. Since I live in an apartment, theres not much I can do about it. I can’t wait to move!!!

Have you ever shot a gun? Oh definitely, we like to go to the gun range with my father-in-law. Its a great way for us to bond and I hope to God I’ll never ever have to actually use one but I like the idea of not being completely defenseless if someone breaks into my house (as I’m small and could easily get overpowered)

What temperature is it? Maybe 70 in the apt but probably 80s outside? Do you know anyone with a third nipple? Uh..no.

What do your parents do for a living? My Mom is a dental hygienist and my Dad is an Electrician.

Have you ever had a pet that had babies? No :/ I always thought that would have been fun though

Which grocery store is closest to you? Publix

Do you have a hamper in your room? Yes

Do you know anyone that's a nurse? Yes but I haven’t talked to him in years.

Do you know someone with the name Alaina? No

What color is the blanket on your bed? Ahh, black blankets, blue blankets, purple blanket..we have like 4 or 5 blankets on our bed.

What are your parent's middle names? Well, one starts with an “S” the other starts with an “E”

Have you ever broken a bone? Yes, kind of

Do you wear braces or glasses? I wear glasses and had braces growing up.

What color are they? I’m assuming my glasses? They’re black and have tiny stars in the corner.

Are you currently reading a book? Yes, I’m reading “Legends of the Alfar” by Markus Heitz

When did you last get your blood drawn? Its been quite a few years

Have you ever done hard drugs? No, I’ve smoked weed before but didn’t like it.

How many contacts are in your phone? A lot but thats because I haven’t deleted them. If I deleted everyone I don’t talk to, there wouldn’t be many.

Does your toilet have a seat cover? No.

What's currently on your grocery list? I have a whole list. We haven’t been to the grocery store in a few days but we need to go when I get off work.

What things do you take with you everywhere? Wallet, phone, car keys..and my Zune (yes, the MP3 player from like 2000 lol)

Do you know someone that is/was over 100 years old? No but my Great-Grandpa is still living and he’s 96

Was your HS principal a girl or a boy? Woman I think..I actually don’t remember

Have you ever eaten a raw egg? No

Do you own any rings? Yes

Have you eaten fruit today? Not yet. I’ve peeled 2 clementines for my breakfast when I get to work though

What about milk? Nope, not for a couple weeks.

What letter does your state start with? F

Could you list all 50 states? Easily.

What about their capitals? No, I used to be able to though

What internet browser do you use? Firefox.

Do you know anyone that lives in Wyoming? No, but my Husband and I joke about just leaving everything and moving there sometimes (to just get away from all the idiocy we see in this city). I can’t believe there are only 500,000 people living in the entire state!

Do you smoke cigarettes? No

Which person you know has the most unique name? A few I suppose

Do you know someone that's missing a limb? No

Do you have facial hair? I don’t but my husband does Are you a bad person? I’m not and I hope no one thinks I am

What was the last swear you said? Bullshit (referring to my state closing beaches for Independence Day - yes I realize this was over a week ago but it still annoys me)

Have you ever called the police on someone? No

What is the most amount of pets you've had at one time? Two - a cat and dog

When did you last check your email? Yesterday.

Have you ever had a 3rd degree burn? No

Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? Yes, I fainted at work on time and they brought me to the hospital to find out what was wrong - thankfully it was nothing major

How long is your hair? About the middle of my back

Do you lock your doors at night? Oh yeah, they’re always locked even when we’re home.

Does your bedroom have a lock? Our bedroom doors do not

What do you have at your bedside? I have a table with old mail, a clock and sometimes my book (I want to read more before bed instead of looking at my phone)

How big is your bed? King

Do you know someone that was murdered? No

Do you know someone who's pregnant? No. My friend was pregnant recently but she miscarried :(

Do you wear a watch? No, but I want to start wearing one!

What was your first pet? A cat

How much jewelry do you own? Not too much. I don’t really wear jewelry.

What is the closest purple thing? My EXO pencil bag - it has their logo in a galaxy themed colors (purple, blue and green)

Green? Same thing as above

What time is it? 7:44am

What is your ideal profession? I wish I knew!! I have no idea :(

How tall are you? Like 5′0

Have you ever gotten x-rays? Yes

Do you wear gloves in the winter? I would but its never Winter in FL.

Do you consider yourself smart? Eh, so so. I’m not stupid but I”m also not a genius. I’m just average.

What color eyes are the prettiest? Gray-Blue eyes or Dark brown

Are your teeth straight? Yes

Do you like chocolate milk? I do but I don’t drink it because of all the sugar

Do you own a bike? No, I haven’t in years. I want to buy one though but theres not really a place to bike where I live right now.

Are you taller than your mom? No, she’s like 5′1 lol so she’s just barely taller than me

Have you ever been engaged? Yes :)

What, in your opinion, is the ugliest name? I dont’ know, I don’t particularly like the old style names though

#survey #surveys #questionnaire #about me

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kyungsoomint · 6 years ago

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YOUNG: Paradigm

Member: Byun Baekhyun (변백현)

Genre: I don’t know anymore, it’s angst? fluff?

Word Count: 1,385

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

Notes: Trust me, last week has been crazy! I can barely write anything on the weekend. I’m sorry there is a pending request for anon (later this week I promise!) :( Anyway, we are back with YOUNG series! I hope you enjoy it :)

YOUNG:

Her main focus that night was how to keep herself sane after seeing Baekhyun there, with his boyish smile lingered on him still after all these years. Her brain was constantly playing the same memories all over again, of course, the good ones, where they went to the beach on a summer night or the first time she'd ever cuddled with him. So vivid yet so distant, she was on the verge of losing her mind when it comes to Baekhyun, but then she shook herself into reality. As she stared into the night sky, she remembered everything from that day, the day that woke her to be a rational person rather than someone who uses its feeling too often. The pain made her the way she's, she knew it was all because of him. All these years, it shouldn't be her who lost someone special, it supposed to him. Just be professional, (Y/N) she thought to herself.

The bed has never been any cozier than ever, the smell of the fabric melt her instantly. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, "Hello, (Y/N). This is my number, Baekhyun" she knew he was up to something and she didn't even bother to reply at all instead she took a hot shower to release the tension she has been holding all day long. The hot water ran down from the shower, washing away all of the thoughts she had for a while only to be bothered to see what's coming after a shower. "It's nice to see you again" was the only message Baekhyun managed to type out while nervously thinking what should he say next, he knew that she won't reply any of his messages if it doesn't have anything to do with work, but damn, he just missed her so much. He waited for another 5 minutes, she didn't reply again. He threw himself into the bed, frustration was written all over his face, he should have known how stern she got after all these years, he couldn't even complain since it's all his mistakes, he was the one who broke her heart, complaining would be a dick attitude after all. Baekhyun took out his phone again, trying to figure out what should he type next, he stopped halfway only to see her reply, "When can I get to do the measurement?" she typed out. Baekhyun was relieved to see her reply, even though she didn't even bother to say hi or anything at all.

She kept herself professional, protecting herself from Baekhyun's game. "You don't need to be there" she added. He replied swiftly, "I don't think so, I think the area is unfamiliar for you, I can help with that" there Baekhyun goes. "I believe that I've been renovating 5 homes there", the list of arguments went along for another 10 minutes where Baekhyun kept on finding excuses and (Y/N) making another way to slip out of his hand until she gave up because she was so tired that night, sleep was the only thing on her bucket list "Is Friday ok? 11 am" Baekhyun asked and she replied with a yes. "I just need to be professional, that's it" she breathed out.

Days went by as Friday approach her like a brick was thrown into her face, she had to see Baekhyun again after she forgot him a while since she was drawn into her work. Her phone buzzed around 10.18 am, "On my way to pick you up" her eyes widen in surprise, the idea of meeting him's already shitty enough and it was more than enough but him driving her up? that's a big no. "I can do it by myself" she typed out. Around 10.30 am, her phone gave out another buzz and it was from Baekhyun "I'm at the basement, B1 A19" she sighed at his persistent behavior, she knew he would get into this level of insisting. She took the elevator to B1 and headed to A19 where she found Baekhyun sitting on his black car, she assumed it's Audi since she saw the four rings logo. His eyes were fixed on his phone, replying to Jongdae's message. He shot his head up only to find (Y/N) with a long dress and thin brown coat on her hand, even with no expression at all she could drive his thought into another dimension. She locked her eyes with him, she promised herself to be a strong and independent woman, not like the woman he left that day. The car ride was unbearably awkward, there wasn't any sound made by any of them at all, only the music was played. It was a ballad song, she was swayed by the song itself "It's by Jongdae, our member" Baekhyun finally broke off the silence after an uncountable amount of glance towards her. She noticed how many times Baekhyun glanced at her and she pretended not to realize any of it which brought a frown from his face, until he broke off the silence, "It's beautiful right. It's called beautiful goodbye" Baekhyun smiled at the song Jongdae has been working for quite a long time, he knew that she would enjoy such a song. "It's nice" she gave out her honest opinion, and the only time she has spoken to him at the car ride.

He unlocked the door only to reveal how big the apartment he bought, located in a prime area with a high floor, he was proud of himself to show this to her. She was mesmerized by the size of it, not that she hasn't seen anything that big, but everything's perfect here to be designed from scratch which also brought a sense of passion running through her blood, soon enough to forget about Baekhyun's presence there. She felt a pang on her chest as his words flew into her mind

November 2010 "I really want a big apartment, so that I can live with you there and" he looked up at her as if she was the only reason for him to live. "To have a family with you" he finished his sentence which made a smile formed from her face.

She shook off the thought, somehow the sweet memories soon turned into a horror story that she wanted to bury deep inside. She let out a heavy sigh and started to roam around the apartment and measure some parts of the rooms there. Baekhyun followed her closely from behind, "Have you seen Minseok hyung's house? I really want one like him" again, he broke off another silence between them, she raised her left eyebrow into him, indicating that she doesn't know who's Minseok. "It's also one of my members in EXO" Baekhyun stated and she made her way back into her job. Baekhyun was getting frustrated at her behavior toward him "Why are you being so cold to me?" his words sent chills into her skin, she tried her best to brush away her boiling emotion. She gave him a sharp glare, enough to make him gulped at the sight but he managed to let out a few words "Stop glaring at me. Also, don't act like we are strangers and don't have anything before" to which she replied, "It's professional work for me". His gaze was fixed into hers, trying to search for (Y/N) that he knew years ago, "I'm sorry" was all he managed to say. "Sorry doesn't justify anything you did 8 years ago, Baekhyun" she sighed, his heart felt heavy as she mentioned his name since ages, he missed her calling his name. "You should grow the fuck up" she added, anger flashed from her eyes. She walked away, heading for the door, her words made Baekhyun stood at the same position for sometimes and when he realized, he quickly followed her into the door. He held her wrist, the warmth feeling radiated through her skin, somehow making her soften a little bit "Okay, but can't we be friends? Just like we used to" his eyes were filled with hope. She was going through the possibilities and risks but she assured herself that there will be no shit between them. She gave him a nod, a smile appeared from his face.

Caution, it's dangerous ahead (Y/N), her mind flashed a warning.Her main focus that night was how to keep herself sane after seeing Baekhyun there, with his boyish smile lingered on him still after all these years. Her brain was constantly playing the same memories all over again, of course, the good ones, where they went to the beach on a summer night or the first time she'd ever cuddled with him. So vivid yet so distant, she was on the verge of losing her mind when it comes to Baekhyun, but then she shook herself into reality. As she stared into the night sky, she remembered everything from that day, the day that woke her to be a rational person rather than someone who uses its feeling too often. The pain made her the way she's, she knew it was all because of him. All these years, it shouldn't be her who lost someone special, it supposed to him. Just be professional, (Y/N) she thought to herself.The bed has never been any cozier than ever, the smell of the fabric melt her instantly. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, "Hello, (Y/N). This is my number, Baekhyun" she knew he was up to something and she didn't even bother to reply at all instead she took a hot shower to release the tension she has been holding all day long. The hot water ran down from the shower, washing away all of the thoughts she had for a while only to be bothered to see what's coming after a shower. "It's nice to see you again" was the only message Baekhyun managed to type out while nervously thinking what should he say next, he knew that she won't reply any of his messages if it doesn't have anything to do with work, but damn, he just missed her so much. He waited for another 5 minutes, she didn't reply again. He threw himself into the bed, frustration was written all over his face, he should have known how stern she got after all these years, he couldn't even complain since it's all his mistakes, he was the one who broke her heart, complaining would be a dick attitude after all. Baekhyun took out his phone again, trying to figure out what should he type next, he stopped halfway only to see her reply, "When can I get to do the measurement?" she typed out. Baekhyun was relieved to see her reply, even though she didn't even bother to say hi or anything at all.She kept herself professional, protecting herself from Baekhyun's game. "You don't need to be there" she added. He replied swiftly, "I don't think so, I think the area is unfamiliar for you, I can help with that" there Baekhyun goes. "I believe that I've been renovating 5 homes there", the list of arguments went along for another 10 minutes where Baekhyun kept on finding excuses and (Y/N) making another way to slip out of his hand until she gave up because she was so tired that night, sleep was the only thing on her bucket list "Is Friday ok? 11 am" Baekhyun asked and she replied with a yes. "I just need to be professional, that's it" she breathed out.Days went by as Friday approach her like a brick was thrown into her face, she had to see Baekhyun again after she forgot him a while since she was drawn into her work. Her phone buzzed around 10.18 am, "On my way to pick you up" her eyes widen in surprise, the idea of meeting him's already shitty enough and it was more than enough but him driving her up? that's a big no. "I can do it by myself" she typed out. Around 10.30 am, her phone gave out another buzz and it was from Baekhyun "I'm at the basement, B1 A19" she sighed at his persistent behavior, she knew he would get into this level of insisting. She took the elevator to B1 and headed to A19 where she found Baekhyun sitting on his black car, she assumed it's Audi since she saw the four rings logo. His eyes were fixed on his phone, replying to Jongdae's message. He shot his head up only to find (Y/N) with a long dress and thin brown coat on her hand, even with no expression at all she could drive his thought into another dimension. She locked her eyes with him, she promised herself to be a strong and independent woman, not like the woman he left that day. The car ride was unbearably awkward, there wasn't any sound made by any of them at all, only the music was played. It was a ballad song, she was swayed by the song itself "It's by Jongdae, our member" Baekhyun finally broke off the silence after an uncountable amount of glance towards her. She noticed how many times Baekhyun glanced at her and she pretended not to realize any of it which brought a frown from his face, until he broke off the silence, "It's beautiful right. It's called beautiful goodbye" Baekhyun smiled at the song Jongdae has been working for quite a long time, he knew that she would enjoy such a song. "It's nice" she gave out her honest opinion, and the only time she has spoken to him at the car ride. He unlocked the door only to reveal how big the apartment he bought, located in a prime area with a high floor, he was proud of himself to show this to her. She was mesmerized by the size of it, not that she hasn't seen anything that big, but everything's perfect here to be designed from scratch which also brought a sense of passion running through her blood, soon enough to forget about Baekhyun's presence there. She felt a pang on her chest as his words flew into her mind November 2010 "I really want a big apartment, so that I can live with you there and" he looked up at her as if she was the only reason for him to live. "To have a family with you" he finished his sentence which made a smile formed from her face.She shook off the thought, somehow the sweet memories soon turned into a horror story that she wanted to bury deep inside. She let out a heavy sigh and started to roam around the apartment and measure some parts of the rooms there. Baekhyun followed her closely from behind, "Have you seen Minseok hyung's house? I really want one like him" again, he broke off another silence between them, she raised her left eyebrow into him, indicating that she doesn't know who's Minseok. "It's also one of my members in EXO" Baekhyun stated and she made her way back into her job. Baekhyun was getting frustrated at her behavior toward him "Why are you being so cold to me?" his words sent chills into her skin, she tried her best to brush away her boiling emotion. She gave him a sharp glare, enough to make him gulped at the sight but he managed to let out a few words "Stop glaring at me. Also, don't act like we are strangers and don't have anything before" to which she replied, "It's professional work for me". His gaze was fixed into hers, trying to search for (Y/N) that he knew years ago, "I'm sorry" was all he managed to say. "Sorry doesn't justify anything you did 8 years ago, Baekhyun" she sighed, his heart felt heavy as she mentioned his name since ages, he missed her calling his name. "You should grow the fuck up" she added, anger flashed from her eyes. She walked away, heading for the door, her words made Baekhyun stood at the same position for sometimes and when he realized, he quickly followed her into the door. He held her wrist, the warmth feeling radiated through her skin, somehow making her soften a little bit "Okay, but can't we be friends? Just like we used to" his eyes were filled with hope. She was going through the possibilities and risks but she assured herself that there will be no shit between them. She gave him a nod, a smile appeared from his face.

Caution, it's dangerous ahead (Y/N), her mind flashed a warning.

A/N: So ugh, I can’t stop myself from writing this one!

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dojae-huh · 5 years ago

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This new group thing scares me. SM really picked only his favorites, they have been already promoting them so much and looks like they really want more. What about the rest of Nct? I think they will really abandon this Nct system and only save their faves. All of members are the most popular ones from their groups, they just want huge attention to the company

Another anon wrote

If rumors are right sm super group is signing with capitol then sm is throwing nct 127’s hard work away in favour of this new super group,very disheartening for other members and 127 as a whole

Another

TamarWrites/status/1159219652888629248?s=19 they will focus on Us? So did Sm give up Nct 127 there because they didnt meet their expectations? I think Sm kind of made their own Produce show you know they will get exposure and go back to their own groups but its mostly to benefit Nct and WayV

and lastly

I hope this super m debut means nct U is coming back in korea without mark & Ty. Nomin as their rappers, jaehyun as center, taeil ,do main vocalists, jungwoo & haechan as lead dancer & vocalist

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I’ve waited for August 8th to reply to you, first anon, now I have official information.

1) Not only Capitol records is part of the deal, officially it is them, who approached Lee Soo Man with the idea. The project was in the works for a year.

2) The group was introduced in US during Capitol records event, so yes, we should expect SuperM to be focused on Americas first of all. And the group is supposed to debut in October.

3) I’m actually in a state of awe a bit. The project is quite risky, but innovative. The comparison with Avengers is genius. Not only their target audience grew up on Avengers like the generation before on Harry Potter, it really helps to explain the intra-group system and, hopefully, not repeat the confusion with NCT’s units.

4) The invention of SuperM is testament to how difficult it is to get into US market and how desperately SM wants an in (it is the largest music market afterall). I expect the new group to sing in English.

5) I like the logo, the red line most of all. And it’s so smart, heh, SM - SuperM.

6) 127′s “Superhuman” (SuperMan -> Super Eh -> SuperM) was a first step. The members spoiled “Avengers” lots of times during vlives and interviews. Seeds were planted.

7) Yes, SM wants to bring to the US market other groups too. With the help of Tae and Mark. Not only do I expect Mark to talk most of all again, they are familiar faces.

8) NCT won’t be forgotten. It is too big of a project, Lee Soo Man’s personal project. Failure means a blow to the reputation. “Neo Culture Technology” - SM’s current way of doing things afterall. 127 was brought half across the world for one day just to introduce their faces to execs, producers and US artists. Hands were shaken, selcas were taken, smiles exchanged.

9) Baekhyun is to enlist within two years. Seeing how D.O joined military earlier, Kai will probably won’t wait to the last minute either for EXO to have all the members discharged as soon as possible. SuperM is temporal or, rather, it will gather from time to time.

10) Many fans complain that Tae and Mark have too many lines. Well, rejoice. New U songs should be without them. It’s practically the ballad unit everyone wanted.

11) WayV really needs “benefiting”, it’s so young.

12) Also, it is time to send some members to Korean TV programmes to show their faces more often on the screens.

Anyway, I’m excited? So many great dancers in one group, time to anticipate mad choreos, and I really want lots of features for Tae in the future. And yes, hopes for Tende or a ballad unit!!!

Be open-minded, people. Johnny was training with EXO members and by age should have debuted with them. SM is not a label, it is an idol manufacturer. All its idols are one big brand, one big group. SuperM is just a portion of SMtown.

#Ask me away #SuperEm #from the bottom #chain reaction

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chocafe · 6 years ago

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— ygtb ep. 9 reaction

hi there! i decided to write my reactions and thoughts on episode nine as i watched it. the way i wrote everything was pretty messy, so just click “keep reading” if you would like to continue on since i wrote quite a lot! if you haven’t seen episode nine, then this is my warning for you to not continue ahead since this contains spoilers.

i got a batch of cookies and the video is on 1080p i think i am ready

but i’m not mentally ready

i love it how ygtb gets straight to the point within one minute, but produce 101 is over here taking fifteen minutes to even get the episode started

ya’ll think i can find the fansite i bought my junkyu slogan from in the audience?

IM SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING THE ADIDAS LOGO WE GET IT YOU GET MORE SCREEN TIME THAN THE ACTUAL TRAINEES DO

omg the voting system its giving me produce 101/48 flashbacks i don’t deserve this

˗ˏˋ boomerang team ˎˊ˗

hyunsuk’s new hair color looks so nice on him ♡____♡ im still a blonde!hyunsuk supremacist though

out of all wanna one songs they chose boomerang

there’s burn it up, beautiful, light, and literally every wanna one song

but they chose boomerang with their whole chest

Wannables We Attack

HUH SLEEVELESS HYUNSUK

oh my god hyunsuk’s roots are overgrown now i know why they needed to dye his hair

jihoon cant say he’s fine when he just messed up his knee im really going to (softly) punch him :(((

HIS WING WING WING WING WAS SO SOFT

perhaps yoshinori is a rap god

yeongue gives me <major> daehwi vibes in this performance

i know i’m supposed to take him serious in this, but uwu my son

jihoon singing seongwoo’s part? huuuuuuuuuuuuuuh my mf heart has just crumbled into a million of pieces!

it’s a win for me tonight #Haylees1stWin

SHUT UPPPP I DONT WHAT THE FUCK HYUNSUK IS RAPPING ABOUT BUT I LOVE HIS RAPPING SO MUCH

dohwan needed more “shinning parts” in the performance (╥﹏╥)

i feel bad because everyone was given a part to stand out, but dohwan really wasn’t given one to showcase his abilities (unless the editors cut it out since they don’t show us the whole performance)

imagine if i was in this crowd and i just bribe everyone around me with money to vote for my favorite trainee

˗ˏˋ growl team ˎˊ˗

this is like when you play dodge ball and people choose their teammates, but you’re the last one to get chosen

except, that’s everyone in the growl team

:-(

they got stuck with the “left over song” but growl is a TIMELESS BOP. PERIOD.

jaehyuk keeps on burdening himself and that truly makes me upset because i’ve been in his position before

it’s okay to cry and it’s okay to be where he’s at because he has time to improve himself and prove everyone wrong

they really made this stage their own red carpet

i really liked how the camera followed them on stage since that’s exactly how exo used to perform growl

the performance was good because you have to take into account that they have all only been trainees for a few months

˗ˏˋ dumb and dumber team ˎˊ˗

dumb and dumber team is here to take the #1 spot

BYOUNGGON WITH HIS HUGE ASS BEANIE IS SO FREAKING CUTE I LOVE THIS MAN

bex made his appearance again- we stan!

“i don’t understand what’s happening” me when my teacher chooses me to answer a question in front of the whole class

the dumb and dumber team was so good??? like i was really immersed in the performance??

they especially did a great job when they came down to perform RIGHT in front of the fans because i know a majority of fans love it when idols come down in the middle of a performance/concert and interact with them in some way or another

it was like a concert where everyone’s favorite parts are when the idols disperse and just have fun on stage and feel the same energy as the hyped up fans

no wonder they got #1

oh yeah and btw i spoiled everything by reading kfan tweets last week so i know all of the team ranks, who got eliminated, ect.

my friend texted me just now telling me that we predicted everything except for the last ten minutes so i guess i wont be surprised until the ending

anyways . . . let’s get it

˗ˏˋ dna team ˎˊ˗

wait what? weren’t they supposed to show us winner mentoring the dna team

that’s it?

okay

THEY MADE HARUTO SING TAEHYUNG’S PART BECAUSE THEY HAVE A SIMILAR LOW VOCAL RANGE ARGHHHDHSSH I APPROVE

haruto: TAKE IT

keita: ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ

THE RODENT IN MY ATTIC IS FINALLY COMPLIMENTING SEUNGHUN

IT IS WHAT HE DESERVES WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO YOU HAG

it took yg two years to finally notice seunghun’s potential while it took me one minute

petition to have me as the new ceo

they literally said hey everyone in the audience hold up for like 10 minutes we need to bring out these light up podiums

hmmmmmmm

hmmmamamama

hhhyyayyyuahajs

im going to start cryinfdds

HSJFLSJFLSKSFL

THIS IS BITTERSWEET BECAUSE DUMB&DUMBER ARE HAPPY THAT THEY WON BUT THAT MEANS THE TRAINEES THEY’VE TRAINED WITH HAVE THE HIGHEST POTENTIAL OF BEING ELIMINATED REALLY MY HEART HURTS

I DONT LIKE THIS FEELING MARTY IM SCARED

im screaming “dont cry” at my laptop screen but why am i crying at the same time

“CHAIRMAN YANG PLEASE LOOK THIS WAY”

me in the crowd: *throws an egg at him and runs off*

WE RIOT

LADIES AND HATED HUMAN BEINGS WE RIOT

ALL MY HATERS GON RIOT WE GON MOB YG

yg use your card

yg bring seunghun and keita back

I SAW RUMORS SAYING HE BRINGS ONE OR BOTH OF THEM BACK SO YG PLEASE JUST BRING THEM BACK

keita telling seunghun that they did well because he’s always seen as the positive/happy kid, but he’s also on the verge of tearing up :(((((

keita sweetie its okay to cry too

and seunghun being mostly disappointed that he’s failing his mother like sweetie ITS ALRIGHT YOUR MOTHER IS PROUD OF YOU NO MATTER WHAT

i hate survival shows why do i still watch these stuff

hi i actually stopped writing my reactions after this because i was a little bitch and couldnt type anymore so i just went to go spam my friends with audio messages of me yelling

maybe i can upload my audios i sent my friends if they’re not too annoying (trust me, they’re annoying)

anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk

seunghun will rise again

the editors are trying to make it a surprise when seunghun is the only trainee wearing a grey(?) sweater, with a red font, black undershirt and light washed blue jeans

SEUNGHUN NATION MAKE SOME NOISE

SEUNGHUN!!!! WHEN!! YOU!!! SMILE!!! IT!! MAKES!!! ME!!! HAPPY!!!!!!!!

#lee.txt #yg treasure box #ygtb #i sent a video of me crying over ygtb to my cousin and she sent me a video from a while back of me explaining to her how it's okay to cry #and she goes - you're such an cancer sjsksjsjs #cancer cry babies unite!

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artemissarrows · 6 years ago

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Sweet Combat: Gender-bending, delightful, and queer-adjacent, but not actually queer 🥊🥊🥊

So aside from BTS, another K-pop/C-pop celebrity I love is Luhan, formerly of K-pop group EXO. (If you want to learn about why he left, I recommend the Contract Disputes episode of the podcast “Ask Me About Kpop,” I love digging into those details and such!) He’s now an independent artist/actor/general celebrity promoting in China.

Luhan stars alongside his real-life girlfriend Guan Xiaotong in Sweet Combat, a sweet rom-com centered around a school that trains women in MMA. Luhan’s character is the first male to attend and he ends up being trained by three seniors—including Guan who is the best fighter at the school--as a first-year. I really loved it and totally miss it now that I’ve binged through all of the episodes. Some mild spoilers, but nothing related to the last few episodes, and also this is a rom-com, it’s pretty easy to decipher who will end up with who after the first few episodes ^_^

This show has such a good heart, and celebrates gender diversity.

By and large, this show comes down on the right side of things: people should help each other, bullying is bad, manipulating people is bad, and celebrates chosen family. Luhan’s character is poor, has to take care of his two small siblings though he’s still only college-age himself, and has to work 2 jobs to support them while he’s in school. His friends all pitch in to help make sure he’s OK and his kids are OK when he has MMA practice and cook him food. It’s super sweet! We also see one character who starts off bullying Luhan begin to change for the better and understand that bullying people to hide your own insecurities isn’t the way to be truly strong.

It also does generally deviate from strict male/female gender norms, and appropriately punish characters who don’t approve of people crossing gender norms. That being said, it does all of those things within a decidedly heterosexual context, where actual queer relationships are seen as outside the bounds of “normal” society (ie, we don’t see any). If this were a real girls’ fighting school, I can guarantee you that there would be a LOT of queers there.

Fang Yu, the lead female character, was forced to be a boy before her brother was born by her grandfather. Grandpa’s also a sexist jerkwad, and we all see it.

Fang Yu comes from a wealthy family, and her parents died when she was very young (absent parents is definitely a theme here). Her family owns a big corporation, and her grandfather is extremely concerned with succession. To that end, he forced Fang Yu to wear boy’s clothes and to be a boy before her brother was born—and then made her switch back once her younger brother came into the family (Fang Zhou is one of my fave characters in the series!) When she came back to school as a girl, all of the other kids in school called her a monster, which deeply scarred her. She also recalls looking at girls’ clothes longingly and not being able to wear them.

This whole situation is super interesting to me, although I wish I knew more about the cultural context under which it operates. Grandpa is clearly so concerned with who’s going to take over the company, and it must be a boy—how could a girl be as good at business???? We really sympathize with Fang Yu and her desire to prove herself through her MMA. She’s better than most of the boys, and she knows it. It’s also an interesting twist on the enforcement of gender norms. Instead of forcing her to be ultra-girly or something like that, Grandpa forced her to be a boy—thereby show that he knows she can be good at business, but only through the performance of masculinity. Wow, dude’s got some issues.

There’s another rich kid and business partner of the Fang family who tries to woo Fang Yu, and he was one of the kids who called her a monster as a child, and still thinks she is one (he literally said so). I have to wonder if that’s connected to her prowess in MMA, which is less common as a pursuit for girls, stereotypically.

Luhan (uh, Ming Tian, I guess) exudes positive, non-heirarchical masculinity.

Luhan’s character is a really positive version of what masculinity can be, in strong juxtaposition to Fang Yu’s grandfather, who uses his power to abuse and bully others (bullying’s a strong theme here, which is cute). Luhan and his two little siblings’ parents are gone, but he is so tender toward the little ones and takes care of them so well.

He’s perfectly content for three senior women to coach him in MMA. He’s also just a kind person who doesn’t want to hurt anyone, sees the best in others, and is extremely smart though people sometimes underestimate him. He turns into the senior women’s coaches as the show goes on, and excels in both his analytical approach to improving their skills, as well as that balance of supporting and pushing.

And he always considers Fang Yu his equal (if not his superior in martial arts!) and treats her as an equal co-partner in their relationship. He’s perfectly willing for his feelings to be squished on her behalf and I sometimes wished he would be more honest about his desires—although this *is* a rom-com so if everyone were honest about their feelings we’d have no more show. Anyway.

I find it so telling that folks were criticizing him for being too feminine after seeing the show trailers. Absolutely not, he’s an upstanding dude…..even if he occasionally wears his own Luhan Studio merch on the show, I can forgive him.

Fang Yu’s best friend is butch AF and she’s soooooo hot

Fang Yu’s best friend is Cheng Yanan, the head of the boxing club at their university and all-around badass. She’s also butch as hell, and everyone’s 100% accepting of it in the show. Literally no one says anything. This makes me incredibly happy!

She’s not gay, though. There are straight butch women for sure—and her love interest is incredibly sweet and another character I really like—but that’s maybe a bit unrealistic. But there is a scene where a girl at her school writes her a love note after seeing her on a run which is played for laughs….but seriously, Yanan is the shit.

Ugh, stop.

Queer adjacent thing 1: absent parents and chosen families

This isn’t an exclusively queer things, but felt like it was getting close. There’s a distinct lack of two-parent families in this show—we actually don’t see any on screen at least. Everyone has at least one parent who is absent or deceased. Instead, the friends all rely on each other for support, childcare, and general camaraderie. It’s also a college age thing I suppose, but also feels like a queer thing. Queer young people learn to rely on one another when our families don’t accept us—or even if they do, we recognize and support members of our community.

Queer adjacent thing 2: Sun Hao buys a suit from a gay store

Sun Hao, the second male student in the MMA school after Luhan, accidentally buys a suit from a gay kink store—it’s very flamboyant and played for laughs. I’m a bit sad about that, but so it goes. Gender diversity is apparently OK but sexual diversity isn’t? Or also, it’s fine when women are butch because masculinity is better, but when men act femme they’re stepping down in the world so why would they do that. Sigh.

Hello, gay panic!

Non-queer thing I also loved: Sun Hao and his mom

Sun Hao’s mom runs a noodle stall, and she and he have a really wonderful and close relationship—they talk all the time and support one another. It’s extra-cute and I love it.

My only gripes: anime-styling in live-action & copious Adidas product placement

This show is apparently based on a manhwa or Korean comic, and unfortunately it shows sometimes and not in a good way. The director can never decide whether to make the MMA realistic or whether its magical realism MMA/normal life + magic, and it switches back and forth between things that look very naturalistic and weird-looking SFX. There are also some characters who are a little too stereotypically anime-y (looking at you, Song Xiaomi!) But since these moments were occasional and not all the time, I could live with it.

Also they must have signed something that says that Luhan always has to wear something with the Adidas logo on it….because he literally always does. Okay, we get it.

But those are small potatoes. This show is great, go watch it for its cuteness, great character relationships, and enjoy that it’s reasonably progressive on gender stuff.

#sweet combat #LuHan #exo luhan #guan xiaotong #mma #c-drama

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netzonexo-blog · 6 years ago

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[NAVER] LAY ANNOUNCES US DEBUT WITH ‘NAMANANA’ + MID-AUTUMN GREETINGS

[NAVER] EXO Lay to debut in America... full album ‘Namanana’

[+157;-40] Congrats on your US debut ㅜㅜㅠ I’m so proud ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Lay is the best ㅠㅜㅜㅠㅜㅜㅠ

[+104;-26] To receive such great and surprising news in the morning ㅠㅠ Congrats on your US debut!!!!! ㅠㅠ Lay-ya, I’m always cheering you on and will keep cheering you on

[+62;-4] Lay, congrats on your US debut!!!! Let’s hit daebak :D

[+64;-9] EXO Lay, hwaiting on your official US debut^^

[+51;-8] Our Lay who I’m always proud of ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Congratulations on the US debut!!!

[WEIBO] 努力努力再努力x: Welcome to NAMANANA (the rainforest where dreams don’t fall). Be yourself.

Overall: +402 313

[+11429] I’m looking forward to your third child. You should rest well too

[+8606] Fans’ confidence comes from their idol, Zhang Yixing, liking you is the most right thing I’ve ever done. Your third child will definitely be awesome, very awesome!!!

[+4582] Ah I’m really emotional. It’s gege’s kingdom of music

[+5472] Gege, while counting down to your birthday, your album will come too! A wave of surprises incoming! The third album that’s already awesome!!! I’m nervous and emotional. Both english and chinese versions will be lit!!! Will this year’s performance be amazing too? Namanana, the rainforest where dreams don’t fall

[+2146] This little present is adorable! Really really really anticipating your third child, gege’s amazing

[+2162] Ah gege I’m waiting for you! Your third child will surely be awesome. Excited!!! How are you so amazing, so romantic

[+1766] Self-produced musician Zhang Yixing, you’re really amazing! Looking forward to your new album! Namanana ah!!

[WEIBO] 努力努力再努力x: Still eating mooncake this year. Happy mid-autumn festival everyone! Have a great reunion and be happy

Overall: +298 833

[+59774] Are producers supposed to be this cute? Happy mid-autumn festival, PD

[+22602] Be happy. Let’s welcome food blogger Zhang Yixing, this year he’s eating sheep mooncake carved with his logo~ Wishing those who are celebrating at home and those who aren’t, with this round moon, be a good person, have a good reunion and hope everything works out, happy mid-autumn festival. Also i’m excited for the third child

[+7855] Happy mid-autumn festival gege! We want to have some sheep mooncake too!

[+7187] Ah it’s my little purple unicorn! His ears are too cute!!!

[+6077] Gege, happy mid-autumn festival. I hope my little sheep is forever happy and blessed, have good reunions, will always be able to do whatever he wants without worry and always be surrounded by happiness. I really like the sheep mooncakes, I really want them. Xingmis will always be with you, waiting for ‘Rainforest where Dreams Don’t Fall’, waiting for ‘Namanana’

[+4106] Gege, happy mid-autumn festival. Let’s have mooncake together!

[+2408] Happy mid-autumn festival gege! Your cuteness is making me dizzy!!!

[+1397] Gege happy mid-autumn festival! We also want sheep mooncakes. Your unicorn ears are so cute. Be happy~

#exo #lay #yixing #ktrans #naver #ctrans #weibo

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caticorn61 · 7 years ago

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Forget Me Not (Part V)

Summary: You could never forget him, but what happens when an accident causes him to forget you?

Genre: Angst/Fluff (Chanyeol x reader)

Word count: 2994

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six

(A/N) I LOVED writing this! Please let me know what you thought of this and I will do my best to update again soon!

You picked up the cup carrier off the counter as you thanked the barista and handed him the change. A few days had came and went and you finally felt yourself falling back into your old routine. Starting with your lunch break. You went to your usual sub shop, the one two blocks from work, and you ended with coffee. Your midday life line. You ordered the usual, which included Chanyeol’s usual too. At first it wasn’t on purpose, you just spat out the first thing that came to you mind. The order you got for years and when you realized you had his too you didn’t know what to do. The first few days you would throw it out, mentally scolding yourself for messing up like that, but today you kept it. You planned to surprise him in his studio, sit down with him and watch him work. That was your favorite past time. Even when you weren’t peppering kisses on his cheeks or the back of his neck, even when you just sit there and watch the gears in his head turn as he writes. The way his eyes lit up when he got the sound he wanted, or how he bit his bottom lip slightly when he was stumped. That was when you loved him most.

You walked past the front desk of SM, waving hi to the staff at the front desk and greeting them as you waited for the elevator to meet your floor. You eyed your reflection in the stainless steel of the elevator shaft, fixing your hair and your clothes. A new jacket that Lani bought you on a girls day out rested on your shoulders. She called it a pick me up method. Buying clothes to boost your confidence and make you feel like a sort of new person. You couldn’t deny you felt a little lighter on your feet today. Part of you felt a little like a schoolgirl, dressing up nice to impress the guy she liked. It was all so cliché that you had to force yourself not to cringe.

The elevator was empty. Red Velvet’s latest release replaced the stereotypical elevator music that most places had. Whenever you got in this elevator it was like a mini dance off. God forbid you rode it with Kai, it would start off playful but even then he would outshine you effortlessly. Chanyeol always goofed off and exaggerated his moves, unless it was to his own songs, in high case he would do his best to look as cool as possible, proclaiming he couldn’t make himself look like a fool to his own music in front of the woman he loved. At which point you would kiss him to shut up him up and tell him he’s always a fool but that’s why you loved him.

The floor his studio was on were always eerily quiet. The soundproofed walls kept in every ounce of life and music that they produced. Today however there was a quiet him among the producers and creators that shared the floor. Max and Henry laughed over something stupid they saw on their phones, their work laid spread out in front of them. Amber spoke with her manager and one of the producers over her new song. It was good to see everyone at work.

You walked up to Chanyeol’s door and opened it. You stopped knocking s long time ago, knowing he more than likely wouldn’t hear you anyhow over his work. He swirled around in his chair, the big one that he still made look small when he sat in it. A look of pleasant surprise took up his face and a broad smile spread to match it. You felt your stomach do a small flip and you hated yourself for how much you still loved him. How the smallest of things had you wrapped around him.

Then you saw her.

Your smile faded, and instead of doing cute little flips your stomach bunched up like it had been poisoned. The girl he had ran too a few days ago sat in front of you. The one that was eerily similar to you, but name brand. Looking at her made you feel like a knock off and he had just found the real deal. A laugh laid on her tongue, as the air went stiff. Like you had just interrupted a pleasant conversation with your prescience. Or walked into a room full of people talking about you. She sat perfectly in front of you, her legs crossed comfortably as if she had been his closest friend for years. Her hair was casual but perfect, she even flashed you a smile that, honestly, made you want to go blind.

“Hey what a surprise!” Chanyeol exclaimed. He ran a hand through his hair as he adjusted his hat as he stood.

“I, uh, brought you some coffee. I thought you might like a little pick me up.” You said softly. Your eyes darting back and forth quickly between her, him and the coffee in your hand. You awkwardly shuffled in place. If you had known she was going to be a part of his life more frequently you would have bothered. Even if she was just a friend, it felt like you’d been replaced. “Here.”

“Was, you know me so well.” He gushed slightly. “This is Hye-ah by the way, we met at a shoot last week. Hye-ah this is my stylist.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen your work, you are incredibly talented.” Hye-ah beamed,

“Thank you.” You dead panned. “Um, I should go, sorry for interrupting.” Chanyeol’s smile faltered as he looked over your face. His brows furrowed as he sat his coffee on the side stand.

“You can stay, we were just talking, we weren’t in anything deep.” He stated, his eyes fixed on you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine it’s just supposed to snow soon and i walked here so, i shouldn’t stay out.”

“You walked?” He exclaimed, “it’s freezing outside. Let me call you a cab at least.”

You shook your head. Even if you wanted his help you still preferred walking to being in a car. Any car.

“It’s fine, Chanyeol. Now go back to work, I’ll see you later.” You faked a smile and turned to leave, ignoring him as he called your name. As you walked to the elevator you passed a trash can and dropped your coffee in.

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You stared at the Christmas tree intently. Normally you had the members help decorate it with you but this year they were all busy. They apologized and swore up and down they would be home soon to help carry out tradition but you knew better than to expect show business to be done on time.

You rubbed your hands together lightly. Your knuckles had started to crack again. They did this every year. Once the weather turned cold your hands felt like sandpaper. This year seemed worse for some reason. They cracked to the point that they would bleed, and your skin would flake so terribly that you hated to look at them. Lotion helped a point but it never quite fixed it.

You heard the lock click and the door push open as Baekhyun stepped in. His eyes looks exhausted but he smiled his cheeky smile as he wiggled in place.

“It’s Christmas!!” He yelled and dropped a bag in front of you. A medium sized one with no logo on it. “I started my shopping.”

“Better than me, i have no clue where to start.” You said as you snooped through the unassuming bag.

“Ah no!!” He yelled and grabbed the bag away from you. “You’re on the naughty list. No gifts for you.” He waved a finger at you as you chuckled and rubbed some hand cream into your skin. “Ah have your hands always been this bad?” He took your hands in his, holding them like he was a concerned mother doting over her kids health. He was always the mother duck in your life. The protective older brother that was there even when you didn’t see it.

“It happens every winter. Although they usually don’t bleed.” You states as he whined while examining your sad knuckles. “He used to kiss them you know. Whenever they got bad he would take them and kiss each knuckle as if it was it was a cure all.” You laughed softly,”I guess he was right.”

Baekhyun looked at you softly through his round glasses, his small gentle but heartfelt. He patted your hands softly and gave them a squeeze. “I’ve got a lotion I’ll lend you that will help with this for now. I’ll bring it to you after i shower and then I’ll help you with the tree, Okay?” You nodded and he disappeared into the hall. You sighed into the empty space before you. You decided to play some Christmas music to put you in the mood, you pressed the playlist you had put together and connected to your Bluetooth speaker. As the music flooded the room you felt a new energy run through you. The box closest to you held tinsel and other random decor items. Thankfully you already had the lights strung up, but tinsel, to you, was especially annoying. For a second you debated leaving it off this year but you didn’t want to hear it from Chen for “breaking tradition” so you sucked it up and pulled it out.

Dancing to the music made the tinsel-ing go faster. You got as high as you could reach then figured you would need one of the giants to do the rest. You retrieved a box of ornaments from the container next to you and put them on randomly. Typically you’d put some on that looked nice and then scatter some handmade, more meaningful ones around to give it a personalized glow. Each member had their own ornament that they would put on themselves. You had made them a few years ago as a project and they loved them more than they would ever say. They wound up making one for you in return, calling you an honorary exo member and giving you the cheesy power of style. You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. They were all so cringey at times, but you loved them anyway.

The song switched over to “What I want For Christmas” which became your favorite Christmas song of all time last year and still reigned king. Something about this song made you feel so romantic. So at peace. Kind of like you were taking a hot bath. Warm but free and safe. It made you want to slow dance every time you heard it. On occasion Chanyeol would put this on randomly and dance with you in the kitchen out of nowhere.

You closed your eyes and swayed to the beat slowly. Imagining yourself back in your kitchen in one of those rare moments. And there it was. The warmth washed over you. The feeling that this song gave you washed through you from your head to your toes. Your hand raised subconsciously as you pretended he was there. Sometimes you would talk while you danced and sometimes you would just lay your head on your chest and enjoy each other’s company. Even if Chanyeol moved on this would stay one of your fondest memories. Even if he never remembered you and married some other girl, and if you found someone else those moments would remain. Moments where you were undoubtedly and unconditionally loved. You could only hope he felt that too. Even if he didn’t remember it anymore. A part of you was starting to accept it. Starting to think and pick itself up and dust itself off and try and throw itself back into life. To move on. To just move forward. You had taken off your ring and now and hung around your neck on a delicate chain. You would never part with it, but seeing it every day was breaking you like a hammer. It was the mental masochistic equivalent of “why are you hitting yourself”. Taking it off your finger was part of your recovery.

You pretended that he had one had in yours and the other holding you close. That he had the same cologne he always wore because you demanded he never change it. You pretended that he was holding you the way he always did. And somehow you felt at home in your pretend little world. Maybe all this practice you’d had lately was making you delusional, because it felt real. You pretended so hard that if you weren’t careful you’d cry. You pretended until you opened your eyes.

And then you realized you weren’t pretending anymore.

He had one hand in yours and one resting on your waist is gently that he seemed to be scared to move you. His eyes set almost lovingly on your face that you had to blink to really believe what you saw. He smiled at you and chuckled.

“You there?” He said just barely above a whisper.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” You replied, keeping your voice soft as an attempt to preserve the small amount of intimacy that had somehow been created.

“It was unlocked.” He answered and you nodded softly. You were so close you could feel his breath softly on your face. There were only inches between you, it was so easy and so, so, tempting to just kiss him. You wondered if his lips tasted like coffee. They usually did since he practically lived off it. You looked at him with a sense of curiosity. Wondering how the hell you got here and hoping you could stay. He looked at you and with every fiber of your being you had forgotten yourself. You forgot that he wasn’t yours, that he had forgotten you entirely. He looked at you, as if he felt exactly how you did. Undoubtedly and unconditionally loved.

“Hye-Ah is just a friend by the way.” He mentioned hesitantly. “She’s practicing for a survival show that puts her debut at stake. She wanted some pointers and i agreed to help her out.”

You looked at him and took in a slow deep breath. “You don’t have to explain this to me.” you breathed, “You’re allowed to have female friends other than me. You don’t owe me anything just because you can’t remember me.”

Chanyeol’s face grew an expression you’d never seen before. Not on him. It was more serious, yet somehow still soft. He nodded so slightly that if you hadn’t been watching him so closely you’d have missed it.

“I know. It’s not because i don’t remember you that i felt like telling you. I just wanted you to know.” He said. He looked away and suppressed a laugh.

“What?” Your laughter joined his.

“It just feels kind of, well, like…” he paused, “like I’m cheating on you somehow. Which is ridiculous I’m aware.”

You giggled a little. In your head you couldn’t stop laughing at the whole irony of this. Just how close he was to figuring anything out but yet how far. It was a fine line.

“Well I’m glad to know.” A small smile slowly took over your face. In response he seemed to glow, happy his little confession was well received. You wondered what he thought of you. What went through his mind when he saw you. You were beginning to see that you weren’t just a fly on the wall to him. Maybe you were the flowers on the counter that he checked on. Maybe you were the candles he burned to add a certain layer of home to the air. Maybe you were the elephant in the room.

“Who’s playing all this sappy Christmas music?? Didn’t we talk about this??” Baekhyun exaggerated as he walked in the room. The two of you immediately separated, Chanyeol turning to pick up a box and open it and you putting a hand on your hip and scoffing at Baekhyun’s comment.

“Baek this is your song. Literally the one you wrote.” You quipped.

“Yes but it makes me feel soft and i don’t want to feel soft i want to be alive while decorating the tree not mush on the floor.” Baekhyun picked up your phone and started flipping through the playlist you had up.

“Hey!” You yelled as you reached for your phone, only causing him to smack your hands quickly away. You felt a sting as the skin on your hand broke open. Tiny droplets of blood poked through the wound.

“Look what you did!” You said, shoving your hand in his face. “My hands are worse enough without your salty ass.” You stuck your tongue out at him playfully and he made a face back to you. Chanyeol came over and picked up your hand, which was nearly engulfed in his.

“Yikes, have they always been this bad?” He said, “My Mom always taught me that the Best way to cure winter skin is to kiss it. She always did it to me when i was little.” He cooed as he rubbed a thumb over your wound and without warning brought it to his lips and gave it a soft kiss. You froze in place, your heart forgetting it’s own beat and pumping harder as if it had been just as surprised as you. “There, your hands won’t hurt as much now.”

You turned your head slowly to Baekhyun and saw a smile appear on his face even though he fought hard to hide it.

“I guess you won’t need this then.” He shook the hand cream that he had in his other hand. He shifted his eyes to Chanyeol, his own practically ready to burst as if he was keeping a secret safe.

“Looks like you found your cure all.”

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dokyungsou-blog · 7 years ago

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Reliance [III]

Genre(Rating): Fluff/Some Angst(PG-13)

Word Count: 4952

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: Life can be challenging with many obstacles, but never forget to recognize the person you can rely on the most.

Masterlist

Two small iced americanos and a chocolate scone. That was what you had ordered at the cafe Chanyeol would supposed to meet you at. It was a sunny Friday morning and there was a warm breeze that would softly graze across your skin as you sat outside. The whole atmosphere was tranquil and lively, as there were many other customers around the patio, enjoying their drinks. You were a bit concerned to be in such a populated area, but Chanyeol insisted that he wanted to spend his morning with you in public.

You took your time sipping the americano as you waited for your best friend who was late once again. It was reasonable though, considering how many fans must’ve seen noticed him or perhaps he was trying to hide. The thought of him hiding behind a dumpster floated into your mind, making you giggle out of the blue. An older couple glanced at you before returning to their own drinks, but you didn’t feel so embarrassed.

After a few more minutes of idle waiting, you noticed a tall man wearing almost all black and some shades with a baseball cap on top. Squinting, you realized it was Chanyeol and you shyly waved for him to see you.

“Good morning!” You said chipperly, waving your hand with energy as he sat down in front of you. After pulling off his sweater, he accidently exposed a part of his stomach which made you immediately jerk your eyes off somewhere else to look at.

“Sorry that took awhile. I had to hide for a bit,” He said with a laugh afterwards. You looked at him and smiled, thanking him for his effort.

It had been several days since you had Chanyeol and Kyungsoo over and expectedly, the concert would soon be tomorrow night. You were ecstatic and excited to be performing. You had practiced as if there would be no tomorrow and made sure to memorize almost all of the songs that were to be performed before and after yours. Of course, performing in front of hundreds also left you anxious and as the concert would arrive soon, you would express your worries to Chanyeol and he would be there to relieve you of the stress. Whether it was over text, through a call or facetime, or even in person, Chanyeol listened and heard you out, and slowly all your fears had floated away.

The two of you conversed rather deeply at the cafe. You were almost finished with the americano while Chanyeol hadn’t drank much of his from listening to you closely as always. You started enjoying his intrigued expressions whenever you spoke, whether you were talking about your past or what you had for breakfast. However, he had always showed you all of his focus and attention, but you just were too busy admiring Baekhyun back then.

In a way, you felt guilty. You felt bad for taking his friendship for granted at times, especially before the emotional conversation you had with him that night. Since then, all you could think about was Chanyeol. When you would sit at home and browse on online stores, you’d think of things to buy him and smile at the items that reminded you of him. Sometimes you would replay the memory of him kissing your forehead and start blushing afterwards. It felt childish to you, but it was also the truth. You felt something for him.

You listened to more of EXO’s songs lately and would always pay close attention to Chanyeol’s rapping parts. When he’d even sing in some tracks, you absolutely loved it. Baekhyun had soon left your heart as fast as it had entered when you first met him. Instead, you gave access to Chanyeol and it never felt wrong. Whenever you thought of Baekhyun, your heart fluttered and your cheeks flushed but it always felt off. You weren’t as close to Baekhyun as you were with Chanyeol, and so your heart never felt content.

Of course, nothing was set in stone. You may have begun to harbor feelings for him, but it wasn’t so definite that he had any romantic feelings towards you. Perhaps, you were taking his kind actions too seriously. He was your best friend and anyone could have acted like him, considering how close you two were. Baekhyun was a spark that started in your heart but had eventually died off. It was bright and fierce at first, but after a while it began to burn out. How you felt about Chanyeol was completely different.

You felt a warm fire emerge from the ashes of your heart and after some time, it only grew larger. Chanyeol was gently stoking the flames that kept you safe and secure. Finally you learned to lean in to put your arms out, keeping warm and appreciating its security and love.

Once Chanyeol finished his drink and bought a pastry for himself, he took you to his car and politely opened the passenger door for you. He began to drive off once you put on your seatbelt and you gazed out of the window quietly, enjoying the solitude with him next to you.

“Oh, that’s right,” he began, adjusting himself in his seat. Once at a red light, he grabbed his sweater and threw it in the back in a quick motion. You watched his arms jerk forward and then tense as he gripped the steering wheel. You never really realized how toned he was, considering you only paid attention to his soft face for all this time.

“Baekhyun wanted all of us to grab dinner together before the concert night.” He said with a smile, stepping on the gas gently after the light turned green. You raised your eyebrows and smiled, telling him how nice that sounded.

“Wait. Do I have to dress up?” You asked hesitantly. Dressing up and being fancy was definitely not your thing. You had dresses and formal wear, and would do it if necessary, but you’d rather not. Especially not with Chanyeol and the rest of them.

“You don’t have to, but everyone else is..” He said, afraid to disappoint you with his answer. You groaned and covered your face, preparing mentally about how terrible you’d look and what kind of embarrassing things you could do. You were pretending to weep and playfully hitting Chanyeol’s arm, whining about why life hates you and why you couldn’t have better skin and hair. Chanyeol laughed at you and watched as you were whining with amusement.

“Hey, blame the others! I didn’t come up with this idea,” He said with a surprised expression, feeling shocked to see you so overwhelmed about this dinner. He asked you why you were so reluctant about going, and you told him you just didn’t feel comfortable nor confident. He just sighed and poked your left cheek, unimpressed and unconvinced by your short explanation.

“If it makes you feel any better, Sunmi won’t be there. It’s just us and our managers,” He said sweetly, reassuring your panicking thoughts quickly. You looked at him and smiled with relief while placing your hands across your warm cheeks.

“I thought a bunch of people I won’t know would be there, not just because of Sunmi,” You explained quietly, staring off at the digital radio in the middle of the car. You felt calmer now, knowing that it wouldn’t be as terrible as you had thought. Of course, the thought of Sunmi not being there did give you less tension. She was way prettier, way more popular than you, and had a very charming sense of fashion.

Before you could compare yourself even more, Chanyeol blurted aloud that you two arrived at the rehearsal location. You gasped as you gazed up at the large dome, watching people moving large stage props and materials with forklifts and trucks. It was the day before the concert and you all were finally rehearsing everything on the actual stage of the performance center downtown. You were silent in awe as Chanyeol parked beside some vans and trucks.

“Let’s go!”

As you entered the large building, you were only looking up and around while trying to take everything in. It was incredible how vast and huge everything was. The windows outside the stage hall, the sleek designs of logos and the fancy couches around the lobby area. You were lagging behind, but Chanyeol quickly took notice and took your hand, pulling you closer to him to catch up.

He wouldn’t let go of your hand even after you were caught up to his walking speed. Glancing down at your hand intertwined with his, you felt your ears beginning to warm up a bit.

“Hey you two!” Jongdae exclaimed, jogging over with a large smile on his face. His face and neck were shining from sweat, so you wondered if the rehearsals started already. You followed them two backstage and greeted the rest of the members. After hugging Kyungsoo and Jongin, you eventually embraced Baekhyun quickly and chatted with him for a bit before he had to go on the stage to rehearse the choreography.

It was nice seeing him with everybody for once, as he was finally not being dragged to places with his girlfriend. Chanyeol was definitely in a happy mood as he hopped up the steps to the stage. Before he walked through the curtains, he turned around and waved at you. You mirrored him and when he disappeared, you were smiling to yourself silently.

“There you are!” said one of the stylists who began rushing towards you. She was carrying a clipboard and seemed to be checking everyone in, which was odd for her to do. She smiled at you after catching your breath and began discussing wardrobe and makeup with you.

She handed you laminated photos of various female idols she had styled for and asked you to pick which style you adored the most. You held your chin as you tried to decide and eventually pointed to an actress you recognized. She had the same length of hair as you and had a very simple yet elegant appearance. The stylist seemed ecstatic about your choice and said she really liked that one as well. After going through outfits and other miscellaneous things, she took you to the standing pen and grabbed a chair for you. You thanked her and sat down while she ran off to do more work.

You looked up at the stage, which wasn’t as tall as you had imagined, and watched everyone rehearse enthusiastically. Every now and then, when Chanyeol noticed your presence, he’d casually glance at you and smiled. You waved excitingly and gave them all a thumbs up once the rest of them saw you.

After about an hour of watching them rehearse, it was finally your turn to sing on stage. You walked up carefully and held onto Jongin’s hand as he helped walk you up. You froze for a second, taking the time to look at how large and vast the stage seemed to you. Some crew rolled over a grand piano and put some chairs to the right of it, obviously meant for you and Chanyeol.

“Ready?” He asked with a soft expression. You looked at him for a moment and nodded, squeezing his arm gently as you walked over to the seats.

You were going to sing the duet with Chanyeol first and afterwards, perform your solo once Chanyeol finishes his piano solo. The stage lights dimmed a bit and a bright light was exposed on you two. You winced at it but quickly adjusted while Chanyeol set up his guitar.

He began to play, strumming sweet melodic chords with his fingers. He was immediately into the music while he played the intro. After the next four measures went by, you took a deep breath and held the microphone up to your lips slowly.

You were singing into the microphone and at first, your voice was a bit quiet. You noticed right away and glanced over to one of the sound directors who pointed upwards, telling you to increase your volume. You blinked and adjusted it so, eventually getting used to the process. After Chanyeol and you harmonized the remaining lyrics of the duet, you asked to rehearse the beginning and then sat on your chair silently in the dark as Chanyeol made his way to the piano.

He performed a quite emotional piece on the piano, and with every note, his eyes shut intensely and his body moved along with the motions of the song. You watched him with admiration and after he finished, you were given a standing mic. You rose to your feet and stood behind the black mic stand, adjusted the microphone to your mouth and nodded to Chanyeol to begin your solo.

The whole time you were singing, you felt like a spell had been cast over you. You sang beautifully and with so much emotion that your eyes felt a bit heavy with tears when you finally opened them after singing. You blinked them away and looked down at everybody as they clapped enthusiastically with smiles plastered across their sweaty faces. You were finally proud of yourself while standing on stage. This was it. You could finally prove to your parents that you weren’t just ordinary, and that you had so much potential under your sleeve. If only they were right there, watching from below.

After returning to your apartment after a very rigorous rehearsal downtown, you stretched out your arms happily as your couch came into view. You flopped onto the soft couch and hugged one of the pillows that bounced onto your stomach. You still had another two hours before the dinner, so you decided to take a quick shower and straighten out your hair afterwards. Getting out of the hot shower, you quickly dried yourself and entered your bedroom. You were scavenging for the dresses you had worn for various events in the past, but they seemed a little too formal for the dinner.

Rummaging through your clothes, you found a black dress that looked unfamiliar to you at first. You held it out in front of you and examined it closely, trying to figure out when and where you bought it from. Finally, it came back to you. It was a hand-me-down from your mother when you were still in high school.

Looking at the dress again, you noticed it was a midi-dress. The length was perfect and it was simple. There was a belt above the waistline which hung loosely along where your thighs were. You felt ecstatic to wear this, as it suited you really nicely. You hung around the mirror for a while, taking photos and messing around with filters. After about ten minutes of that, you moved on to the bathroom to put on some light makeup. You rubbed your finger onto your lips with a peachy color and filled in your brows lightly. After finishing up your face, you took a hair straightener and went through groups of your hair and lightly straightened it until everything looked neat. You stared at yourself in the mirror and stayed silent for a bit.

Your mind filled with thoughts about the concert, about singing on that stage, and about your parents. You placed your hands on your chest and looked down, assuring yourself everything would turn out well. Nothing was worse than stage fright and giving yourself unnecessary fear before performing.

You shook your head and sprayed some perfume on as well as put on a necklace to heighten up your outfit. The time was 5:30 PM when you unlocked your phone. You received a message from your manager saying how he was picking you up. You thanked him and smiled as you clicked the phone’s off button. You went back to your bathroom and spent some more time taking photos of yourself and admiring how pretty your mother’s dress was.

The thought popped up in your mind again, as you had almost forgotten. You quickly sat on the closed toilet seat and dialed your parents’ house phone number, hoping it was still the same. Before pressing call, you swallowed and mentally prepared yourself. You were going to ask them to come to your concert as two tickets were reserved for them. You had your manager to thank for that.

“Hello?” your father had answered the phone and as you heard his scratchy deep voice, your mouth wouldn’t move. You were frozen while listening to your dad ask who it was that was calling him. Your chest hurt with anxiety, but you were also excited to hear his voice. You quietly cleared your throat and finally gathered the courage to speak.

“Hi dad, it’s me.” you said softly, clenching your fist as your arm hugged your aching stomach. The other line was silent for a moment before he finally spoke again.

“Yes?” He asked. You missed his voice and felt a lump in your throat as you began to speak. “I’ve been sending you letters for a while, but I don’t know if you ever got them. Anyway, I wanted to tell you and mom that I got into SM Entertainment. I’m singing at a concert tomorrow night--I’m actually debuting. I’m going to be singing a duet and then a solo song that I wrote! My manager saved two tickets for you and so I was wondering if you wanted to come see me perform? Do you know EXO? I’m singing with them tomo--”

“We can’t go tomorrow. Your brother’s returning from the military. He’s been working really hard and now he’s coming back, so we have to help him. I hope you understand,” He said. Your father apologized and when he asked your mother if she wanted to speak to you, you heard her reject his offer before the call ended abruptly.

It was all so unfair. Everything you had worked so hard for and all of the achievements you made began to fade from your mind as soon as the dial sound began ringing in your ear. You sat on the toilet seat in silence, still keeping your phone against your warm ear. You were staring at the carpet, then at the weight scale beside the door. It took about ten minutes or so until you finally turned off your phone.

You didn’t really know how to react to that. All you could do was sit in silence and stare off into space, wondering why your parents treated you this way. Why they favored your brother more than you. Why they didn’t love you as much as they loved him. You were starting to feel your stomach twist in complicated knots. The dress you wore suddenly felt uncomfortable and when you stood up to walk out of the bathroom, you avoided looking at the mirror like the plague. The world you were beginning to find exciting, fun, and wonderful started to boil and melt down into nothing.

Each step you took towards the living room felt heavy and only made you want to just go to bed and never wake up. Eventually, you received a text from your manager and you popped back into reality. The dinner.

You felt so horrible and now that you remembered why you dressed up, it made you want to just curl up into a ball and ignore the world. But you didn’t do that. You immediately snapped out of this negative mood once you read that he was outside your apartment. You were upset, you felt betrayed and felt lonely. Your mother wouldn’t even talk to you on the phone and it made you want to rip out your hair. But you didn’t do any of those things. You were hurt inside, but you knew how hard you worked for all of this. For the concert they wouldn’t be attending.

You didn’t have them anymore, but you did have one thing. You had Park Chanyeol. You were going to the dinner to celebrate and that phone call wouldn’t get in the way of having a great time with your best friends.

Once you arrived at the restaurant, you sat inside the car for a few seconds after your manager exited. You sat in the seat, holding your cold hands together and repeating in your mind to keep your composure and just have a good time. You dressed up nicely, wore makeup, and did your hair. That wouldn’t all be for nothing, and you needed to go in there and just have fun.

After you got out of the car, you saw your manager walk inside and talk to a waitress. You quickly caught up to him and walked behind the two of them as she directed you two to the private dining room. Walking past large tables full of well-dressed men and women, you looked up at the wooden doors that led to the private room. There was a large table in the middle of the room along with a large window, chandelier, and large plants in the corners of the room.

After entering after the manager, you were greeted warmly by everyone. After bowing and smiling at everybody, you quickly found a spot between Kyungsoo and Jongin who were more than happy to sit with you. As a few more people entered the private room, Chanyeol’s tall figure made it through the door. You looked up at him quietly as he greeted several people before acknowledging the rest of us.

He wore an all black suit and a maroon tie along with some oxfords that must’ve cost hundreds. He took off his coat and placed it on the chair he prepared to sit down on. Right in front of you, he sat down and with a brush of his hair with his fingers, Chanyeol glanced at you with a relaxed smile.

“Hey,” He said with ease. You smiled back at him with a small wave before averting your gaze to the door. Junmyeon arrived with Minseok and Jongdae and after five minutes, Baekhyun entered along with Sehun and they immediately greeted you. Everybody was at the table twenty minutes after you arrived and the room was filled with friendly chatter and loud laughter. It was such a calming and comfortable atmosphere. Kyungsoo was going through the menu with you, advising on what to get and what not to get. What beverages were good and what wine tastes the best to him. As he was so absorbed in the menu, Jongin was scooting over towards the two of you, childishly trying to get involved.

As you were laughing and chatting with everyone around you, you’d always see Chanyeol occasionally glance at you for a while. When your attention was at Jongdae or Baekhyun, you saw Chanyeol’s eyes glued to you. You sometimes glanced at him, but every time you did, your eyes locked onto each other. Each time that occured, your heart skips and you get goosebumps all over your arms and legs.

“I just wanted to congratulate you guys on the concert tomorrow. Let’s give a hand to everyone tonight,” said one of the managers who stood up with his champagne glass. After the applause, the attention was all on you suddenly. “We have someone debuting tomorrow, and she’ll be performing her lovely solo!” He pointed towards you and your cheeks immediately went red. You shook your hands and laughed as everyone clapped for you.

After the talking and congratulating, everyone received their dinners and desserts and once the dinner had finished, the room began to empty. You were conversing with Baekhyun for a while, asking how his relationship was going and then thanking him for congratulating you. You both exchanged hugs and after you left the restaurant building, Chanyeol gently brushed against you and glanced over to you with a shy grin.

“Wasn’t that a fun dinner?” He asked, nudging your arm with his elbow. He stood beside you with his hands hidden in his pant pockets. His dress coat hung loosely down to his thighs and when the cool night breeze blew past you two, you caught a whiff of his cologne that warmed your chest.

“Yeah, it was really nice.” You smiled at the ground, grabbing parts of your cardigan to cover your chest for more warmth. You kept your eyes glued to your black flats when suddenly something warm covered your shoulders instantly. You jerked your head up and watched Chanyeol place his coat on your shoulders. He looked serious when he put his coat on you and when he moved backwards, he chuckled at your blank expression. You blinked quickly as you held onto the coat that warmed you up quickly. You thanked him quietly and flinched as he took your hand tenderly.

“Let’s walk to my car.”

The two of you walked down the street and towards the parking building to the left. Reaching his black mercedes, you both got in and sat in silence for a minute or two. You exhaled abruptly and fiddled with your fingers. Once the dinner finished, you began slipping back into the dark abyss you had worked hard to climb out of.

I hope you understand.

You were puzzled and surprised at his answer. You worked so hard for the past two years and they’ve never praised you or even supported you in the slightest. It was all about your older brother who was in the military. Your brother this, your brother that. It occured to you that maybe they really didn’t love you. You always had hope and gave them the benefit of the doubt, but while sitting in the car it was slowly crashing down on you. They really didn’t care anymore.

“Are you okay?” You flinched at his deep voice as he looked worried. He inched closer to you, placing his large hands on your shoulders. While meeting his concerned gaze, you felt a bump in your throat and knew if you didn’t get out of the car, you’d bawl right then and there. You whipped your head around and opened the door, climbing out of the car with urgency. By the time you shut the door behind you, your eyes flooded with warm tears. They slid down your hot face and when you heard Chanyeol rush out to get to you, you began sobbing uncontrollably.

“What’s wrong?! Did I do something wrong?” Chanyeol asked as he grabbed your arms carefully. He lowered his head trying to find your face as you buried it in your hands. He stood in front of you in silence, watching you cry and attempt to speak. With every breath and word, three hiccups would follow.

A conversation was hopeless at the moment, but Chanyeol eventually clutched your wrists in his hands and pulled them away from your face. You struggled with him to cover your wet face, but he kept his grip tight on your hands.

“What’s wrong.” He said, keeping an intense stare into your swollen red eyes. You avoided his gaze like a child, unable to confess the problems you were having when you remembered the conversation you had with him that night. You couldn’t put a wall in front of you anymore and you had promised him that.

“My parents aren’t coming tomorrow!” You spit out, shutting your eyes tightly. Tears were continuously spilling from your red eyes and you did nothing to stop that anymore. You kept sobbing as Chanyeol pulled you into his chest. He kept you in his arms tightly as you cried quietly. After a few minutes, your tears slowly stopped falling and you felt less anguished. He released you gently from his embrace and lifted your chin up, trying to examine your face.

“They’re going to miss hearing your wonderful voice then. Their loss,” He said calmly, pushing away strands hair off your damp cheeks. “I can’t wait to hear you sing again, for the twentieth time, and I want to keep hearing you sing even after the concert.” You smiled gratefully as you looked up at him. With every word he spoke, you felt less tense and more tranquil. Letting everything out right then and there felt so good and without the heavy weight on your shoulders, you started thinking in a more positive light.

You laughed and wiped your nose, feeling a bit embarrassed of your crying fit. You felt Chanyeol’s thumb gently brush against your cheek and up to the corner of your eye, and when you looked up at him with a wide gaze, he drew closer to you and placed his lips on yours with his hands placed right on your hips. You froze in place while you felt his lips on yours.

You remembered feeling a sense of joy and relief at the same time as he kissed you. It was all so surreal and unbelievably. You never really thought Chanyeol had any feelings for you, but his behavior at times did hint at it. You were unable to figure out what would happen afterwards and how things would be like for you two. You were unsure if what the two of you had would even work out. Everything was melting together and kissing Chanyeol felt nostalgic and numbing. There was a burning sensation deep within your chest as he held your face in his hands, unable to let go of your lips. You couldn’t break away either. It was like ecstasy and neither of you felt wrong about it. You had doubts that night, but in the end, you knew you loved Chanyeol and he felt the same exact way.

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Moonlight

4th Point of Contact -- “Moonlight” -- Do Kyungsoo x Harper Hasagawa

The dress was brave. Much more so than I ever felt, in uniform or otherwise. The chiffon skirt draped down over my toes like a mystic black waterfall, and only attached to a front piece at my waist. My back was completely exposed, something I had been insistent on, but was now scared of. The silky black fabric continued on my sleeves that cuffed at the wrists, giving a sort of 'I Dream of Jeannie' look. And then of course, the gaudy yet magnificent shoulder epaulets decorated with silver studs to match the boys' extravagant military attire for the night. This was seriously the last time I ever listened to Cat or Moon Jae.

"This dress is probably a gagillion dollars. I don't know why I'm even wearing it." I hissed through my teeth as Cat slipped one of my feet into a glossy yet sensible wedge heel. "Uh, it's a gagillion won. Get it right." She snarked up at me, ignoring any and all discomfort I was feeling. It wasn't exactly her style to be reassuring. "Why can't I--" I began to complain for the hundredth time as to why she elected herself for covert duty and I was stuck with prance patrol, but she cut me off with an icy glare. "Because you got yourself shot...like an idiot." She snapped. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from firing back, not wanting to retaliate while on coms with the rest of the security team. They were beginning to be used to our bickering, but I didn't think even they would condone a full blown sass bash during duty. Cat slipped the other heel on my foot and then stood back to survey her work. It wasn't really like she'd done anything but the shoes, everything else was Moon Jae's artistry, but that wasn't going to stop Cat from taking all the credit. "You look alright." She nodded to herself. She had a talent for mood swings; one moment she would be stabbing you, the next she'd be telling you that red really was your color. Sometimes it felt like playing Russian Roulette, never knowing which pull of the trigger was going to make her snap. Her outfit for the night was a slick and tight fitting tactical suit. I pointed out to her that she was not, in fact, the Black Widow, and that there was no need for such a get up, but she ignored me. Like always. But between the two of us, we both knew which I would rather be wearing. The door to the dressing room swung open without a knock and Moon Jae came swirling in like a sparkly tornado. I swear she'd never frowned a day in her life. "Ohmo! Dangsin-eun neomu yeppeuda!!" She exclaimed and skipped around us, swishing fabric here, tucking a hair there, making sure the makeup that I hated wearing was blended properly. Even though she was only a Stylist intern, I had a feeling she was stuck at the bottom of the totem pole because no one knew how to manage her insane energy. "I'm gonna go ahead and guess she thinks you look okay, too." Cat dodged as much hairspray as she could, making her way to the door to get out of Moon Jae's path. "She said I look pretty." I translated for her. Even though I was nowhere near fluent in Korean, I was picking up more and more every day. Cat, on the other hand, was perfectly content to remain on the other end of an interpreter. "At least someone does." I added with a mumble. "Oh yes, let's go ahead and pretend that none of those testosterone sacks is going to want to jump you the instant they see you." She snorted, leaning against the door, arms crossed. Trigger, slide, bang. "Can you please not refer to them as hormone sacks? They are good guys, you said so yourself." I lectured, half ignoring Moon Jae's instructions, and half listening to the scrambled voices that suddenly sparked in my ear. "Sounds like its starting." Cat smoothly avoided my reprimand and pushed off the wall, holding one finger to her ear. "Are you 'bout done?" "Kkeutmachin?" I asked Moon Jae, who I had lost sight of somewhere around the back of my skirt. She crawled back in front of me and held up her fingers in an 'OK', grinning from ear to ear. I probably botched the pronunciation and she didn't want to be rude by correcting me, but I brushed it off, putting my finger to my own ear in order to hear the voices from my com better. "It'd be great if they spoke English." Cat commented as she opened the door for me and we made our way into the hallway. "It'd be great if you learned their language first." I returned absently. "It's not like any of them would talk to me if I did." "That's because you stabbed Hoo Min on your first day!" I exclaimed, to which she turned up her nose, like she would neither confirm nor deny that the poor first year guard had to get five stitches thanks to her. We padded down the corridor, her super comfy Vibrams soundless next to the click and slap of my heels. Near the end, we would part ways; Cat would make her way into the concert hall via the service entrance, and then slowly progress up to the catwalks, watching the show from above. We called this 'covert duty' because it was unofficial, and only one of the two of us ever took up the position. Some 85% of shootings in venues such as concert halls take place in the rafters above the stage. With Cat in the nest, wearing all black in the darkness of the scaffolding, she'd be undetectable, and therefore able to put down any attempts before anyone ever noticed something was off. It was my preferable position, but at the moment, like Cat had so delicately put it...I wasn't really able to scale the rafters like the Black Widow tonight. Not with the two holes in my back still aching like there were ice picks sticking out of my ribs. No, my job for the night was 'Prance Patrol': Walking with the boys on the red carpet, or just behind them to avoid the cameras. We usually assigned one of the new guys to walk with them since it wasn't a high stakes position. To my knowledge, no celebrity had ever been shot on the red carpet, but tonight was special. Chief Soo wanted me to make an appearance and put any rumors that I was out of commission to rest. Even though, technically, I was still nowhere near field ready. Two shots to the back had severely limited my range of motion. I couldn't lift anything or roll at all. As a Marine, I told myself to buck the fuck up and keep going, but that was just not how Koreans did things. I was seriously so tired of being told to 'get some rest', and of no one understanding that my Drill Sergeant would have put me through four PT tests by now. And then I would have to explain what a PT test was, and at that point I would give up. But there would be no giving up tonight. Even though my back hurt like hell and I didn't know how exactly I was supposed to run in these wedges should I need to, I was going to strut my stuff for all of Korea. When Cat and I finally reached the end of the hall, she turned to me one more time and gave me a last once over. "Still okay?" I asked, fingering the fabric of my skirt. "Acceptable." She shrugged, but from her, 'acceptable' meant stunning. Surrendering to her mysterious ways, I turned towards the double doors that led to the street with a smirk, while she turned the opposite direction towards the back alley. "Oh, and Hasa?" She shouted when I was at the end. "Hmm?" "Don't let any of those hormone buckets touch you." She ordered snobbishly. "They've graduated to buckets now, have they?" I laughed and waved her off. I mean, if she could ignore my advice, I could ignore hers. Kyung Hee University's Hall of Peace is the massive red and wood paneled masterpiece that has had the honor of hosting the Golden Disk Awards twice now. The building itself looked like it was styled after the Notre Dame de Paris, with its white marble and stain glass windows. To me it looked like an LDS temple, but I kept that to myself. A mile long red carpet had been rolled up to the double door entrance, lined with the entirety of Korea's paparazzi population. The photo backdrop was a mixture of sponsor logos, like: The Star-Asia, Lotte, JTBC2, Sheraton Hotels, and Union Pay. There was already a line of vans and limos stretching down the lane, waiting to drop off their idols. The faculty offices across the street had been turned into auxiliary space, to be used by people like me and Moon Jae, who came to stand behind me. I stared at the crosswalk between the two buildings for a minute, like it was a rickety bridge I didn't want to cross. "Ginjang doeni?" Moon Jae asked happily. Was I nervous? Absolutely. But I smiled at her reassuringly and then forced my feet down the steps.

Byun Baekhyun followed after Xiumin obediently as EXO marched up the red carpet as a group. They paused in front of the sponsor wall and smiled for the million bright flashes that caused him temporary blindness. Nothing he hadn't done a hundred times before. In all honesty, he hated award ceremonies. He liked to perform sure, but standing around for hours at a time, or sitting and smiling for the camera had never been his strong suits. But where SM said to go, he went. A little further down the walk was a chevron shaped platform and a standing camera for interviews. Junmyeon steered them towards it and gracefully accepted the microphone offered to him by the MC. It was his job as leader and hyung to be the speaker, and for the first time, Baekhyun was thankful. They lined up as practiced and bowed in unison. After that he sort of drowned out the interviewer and Junmyeon's responses. If this had been any other night, he would have dove for the mic, talking everyone's ears off. He didn't have enough time or breath to thank all of his fans for everything they'd done for them...but tonight, he just couldn't bring himself to be happy. Honestly, what was there to be happy about? They had just gotten to the album questions when he heard the shouting. It was one of those things that he could pick out of any crowd of noises: the syllables of her foreign name that rolled around on his tongue. "It's Harper Hasagawa!" "Look here!" "She's out of the hospital!" Baekhyun spun around instantly, searching for her usual messy bun and too big flak jacket. But to his astonishment, a bombshell came sauntering up the red carpet steps, wearing Harper's face. Her dress was high collared and misty black, making her look eerily beautiful. Her hair was pulled up tight into dozens of braids that swirled into a bun at the nape of her neck, and she carried a clutch studded with a thousand sparkling diamonds that twinkled under her black fingernails. She was as regal as she was terrifying, and she matched their own style concept to a T. He knew he was seeing Moon Jae's work, but somehow he just couldn't believe it. That wasn't the Harper that they knew, the Harper who beat him in a burping contest or punched Chief Soo in the gut. The goddess walking towards them was some sort of miracle, one he was absolutely not prepared for. The MC stopped his line of questions midway through to turn the camera towards her approach. Up until now, she had seemed confident in her walk, although he sensed a familiar fearful tension in the way she was clutching her purse. But with the camera on her, she faltered. "Mrs. Hasagawa!" The reporters shouted. They looked like a sea of gaping fish, writhing behind the photographer line in waves. They were ravenous for her, and Baekhyun's stomach twisted at the sight. Nervously, she bit her black stained lip, making eye contact with each EXO member before finally falling on him. Her green eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, before she slowly started to turn in the recognizable model circle. And then he saw them. The dress had no back, and when she turned, everyone could clearly see the two discolored dents in her flesh. They looked smaller than the ones he saw in his nightmares, but somehow, these seemed worse. It was like they were on display, outrageously obvious and undisguised. One just below her right shoulder blade, and the other at her left waist line. How could she wear a dress like this? How could she show them off for everyone to see? For a daunting moment, he thought he might be sick. Her blood had sprayed all over his face, and now she was revealing the aftermath to anyone who wanted to look. And everyone wanted to look. His knees suddenly buckled and he wasn't able to stop himself from crumpling onto the step. Immediately, Junmyeon and the rest of his brothers started to him, alarmed. But she came too, and all he could do was ball his hands into fists and brace them against his knees. They circled him, cutting him off from the squirming cameras and the loudmouthed MC, who was shouting for a paramedic. This was no good. Looking this weak was only going to start rumors for the company. EXO-L's were going to bleed from the woodwork, accusing SM of abusing another member into exhaustion, when in reality, they had been getting better. Better because she had stood up for them when no one else would. Harper slowly, painstakingly, bent down to his level, hugging her knees and looking up at him through her eyelashes. She seemed to know that he was more furious than anything else. She seemed to know it more than he did. Why was he so mad, anyway? She had always done whatever she wanted, how was this any different? His knuckles were going white and his arms were shaking, but his eyes could only burn into hers. She met his intensity with calm, and like she dumped a giant bucket of water on his fire, he eased. "You need to let it go." She said quietly in English. "This anger and guilt. Throw it away, because it doesn't belong to you." She reached out and took his fist, weaseling her fingers in between his. "Understand this, Byun Baekhyun: I would do it all over again, I would do it a hundred times. Although at that point, I would probably look like Swiss cheese." There was a snort from above their heads, and Baekhyun glanced up at Kai, who was quickly trying to hide his smirk. "I would rather have these than you have them, do you know why?" She asked him, but didn't wait for his answer. "Because bullet wounds are damn sexy." That garnered a few more chuckles and some shuffling feet from the others. He knew they should wrap this up quickly, they were on the red carpet for heaven's sake...but he just kept staring at her. "What is it?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "What's so wrong with people seeing them?" He wanted to scream at her, demand to know how she was so proud of them. They were wounds! They were scars! They were his nightmares! Her, vaulting towards him as the shots propelled her into his arms. Her blood covering the front of his shirt, Baek screaming her name at the top of his lungs. Those memories were not things to be proud of! "They're a part of me now, that's just how it is, and I'm okay with that. You need to be okay with that too. These...they're not your fault." She tapped out the words on his knee to emphasize her point. "It's my job to protect you, and that's exactly what I did. How can you be so furious that I did my job well?" He hated her logic, hated the fact that it was true and understandable. Harper was a body guard, and by definition, wasn't a body guard someone who guards with their body? She had thrown herself in front of fire for him, and if she didn't regret it...than how could he? Shakily, he hissed out a sigh in defeat. Taking the surrender, Harper reached for a hand to help her up, and Baekhyun felt the familiar arms of his brothers lift him to his feet. The onlookers began to clap, like he was a sports player down on the field, and a paramedic arrived outside the circle of members, but was waved away. He didn't have the type of tools necessary to repair a shattered ego. "Moon Jae." Harper called, and the hyper stylist came bounding up, hip purse swinging. "Come with me, Bacon!" She beamed and grabbed his arm, not waiting for him to consent. The girl dragged him out of the protection of his friends, and he was immediately blinded by the flashes again. "Baekhyun will be alright," He heard Junmyeon tell the MC, "we've just been so busy with tour that he forgot to eat a healthy breakfast. He'll be ready to perform after some food." The reporters seemed to accept the excuse before he lost sight of them completely.

Kyungsoo watched silently as Baekhyun was dragged into the hall, and Harper squeezed his hand extra tight. He'd gone for her arm before she even asked for help, not caring who saw. But now, as the excitement died down and EXO continued to walk the carpet, he knew he had to let go of her. As blandly as he could, he released her hand. But, unable to stop touching her completely, he replaced it on the small of her back, as if to escort her forward. It seemed like a platonic enough thing to do, a small gesture between coworkers. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye but didn't comment as they finally made it inside. The first person to approach them was Chief Soo, who went straight for Harper with vengeance. "What the hell, Hasagawa? What did you do to him?" The manager barked in Korean. DO was about to intervene, but she quickly apologized, even though everyone knew she'd done nothing wrong. Without any further explanation, Chief Soo whisked Harper away to the security office, most likely to continue yelling at her. As he watched her leave, DO rubbed his hands together nervously, only to find them oddly sticky. Glancing down, he noticed a brownish cream covering his palms. He flagged down a nearby stylist and asked for a hand wipe. When she saw him cleaning off his hands, she immediately went digging in her bag. "Here," she handed him a small disposable pouch of liquid foundation. "If you got it on your hands that means you'll need to apply more. Try not to touch it until it dries." He thanked her hesitantly and stared down at the sample. He knew for sure that he hadn't touched his face, and he never wore that much anyway. The only other person he touched had been Harper. Harper's back. Kyungsoo internally groaned as he tossed the sample. He'd have to deal with it later though. Right then, he had more pressing matters than her pride. The performance they gave that night turned out to be one of their best...somehow. Between Trot Record of the Year and the Artist Popularity Awards, EXO had performed 'For Life', and their era signature, 'Monster', both of which were heavily dependent on Baekhyun's voice. The other members had been hesitant to let him go through with it (this was the entire reason they had understudy parts after all), but he declined. He said he would do it, and he did. It was like whatever fire Harper had managed to put out on the carpet, had reignited on stage. His singing was stronger, his dancing was bolder. Everything about him exuded a gallant desperation that only those on stage with him could see. When the last note of 'For Life' strummed, DO couldn't tear his eyes away from Baek's face, or the tears sliding invisibly down his cheeks. But it was also something he couldn't let anyone else see; So he hooked his arm around Baek's head and pretended to joke with him as they ran off stage, setting up for the next act. Baek didn't protest and allowed himself to be escorted to the dressing rooms, surrounded by the other members. That night, EXO won three awards: the Ceci Asia Icon Award, Disk Bonsang, and Disk Daesang. And each time they went on stage, a different member would hang back with Baekhyun...just to be sure. Sehun, Xiumin, and Kai somehow managed to carry him through the night, forcing him to give aegyo and hearts to the fans, while also shielding him from any unnecessary attention. DO had to admit that this was probably why they were so successful as a group. It wasn't SM, or their musical ability--it was because they were a group of genuinely decent guys who had become brothers. They would do anything for each other, and it was a sign of trust that Baek let them lead him through a hard time. And unfortunately, it helped that Harper didn't return.

“I’ve repositioned. You’re off the clock.” Cat’s voice crackled in my ear. The connection was weakening the farther I traveled from the university, and in the back of a company sedan, I let myself deflate. My back was hurting, my feet were aching, and my heart was sore.

Poor puppy.

With a wince, I closed my eyes and let out a hiss that was supposed to be a sigh. I’m sure the driver shot me a nervous glance in the mirror, but I didn’t see.

“Where to, miss?” He had asked me when I slid into the backseat. It was unusual for someone to leave before the show started, but I had no business working a carpet I could barely walk on.

“To the dorms please.” I’d mumbled, but before we were able to drive off, Chief Soo rapped his knuckles against the driver side window.

“Sir?” The driver responded.

“Take her to the hospital.” Soo said insipidly. I could see him glaring at me from where I sat in the backseat, but I purposefully turned my head so he couldn’t see my grimace. “See to it that she accepts her treatment.” In hind sight, it was probably the better course of action…but that wasn’t going to stop me from being salty about his constant need to boss people around.

After fighting with award show traffic for an hour, we finally managed to make our way into the city, and to the local hospital that I’d called home for the past who knows how long. The driver parked in the garage, and then came around to help me out. He was even kind enough to lead me up to the VIP floor, not even commenting on how heavily I leaned on his arm. But that was where I drew the line. I waved him off at the elevators, despite his protest.

Yes, yes, I’d listen to the damn doctors, I assured him. But Chief Soo could kiss my ass if he thought he would assign me a babysitter. He’d just pursed his lips at me when I pulled rank, but I didn’t care. I was in too much pain to bother with what he thought of the bossy American. And I was far too grateful when he left as ordered. It was my only consolation that no one was there to see me as I limped towards my room.

I lost my clutch as I trudged past the nurses’ station, but didn’t stop to try and find it on the floor. It must have clattered awfully loud in the quiet hallway, because the girl behind the desk stood as I passed…knowing better than to help me. Somehow, through long complicated hand gestures and broken Korean-English conversations, the staff had gotten the gist of me. They knew better than to try and assist at this point, I only ever snapped when they did. But she stilled bowed her head at me as I hobbled, like my defiance had somehow won points with her.

My room was at the end of the hall, one that had never felt so long before. With a row of identical fake wood doors filled with sick people on my right, and top to bottom panes of glass on my left, I felt like some sort of ant on display as I scurried into my hole. Only my hole was a million miles away, no matter how many steps I managed to take.

Finally, my knees gave. My tendons protested, my nerves shriveled, my muscles dissented, and in the culmination of their chorus, I went down. I hardly cared though. The world was already a blurry mess, what did it matter that I passed out in the hallway or in my bed? At least out here, I could see the lights of the city from the floor.

But before I could sprawl myself on the expensive tile, a strong hand hooked under my arms and pulled me into an awkward hold. My head lulled to the side, distracted but still somehow annoyed that I’d been caught.

“Let goooo…” I slurred, trying my best to swing my head in the direction of my bothersome rescuer. It was just a large black splotch in the midst of the dim hallway.

“Cállate.” A female voice from the other side of me snapped, and I let my head fall towards her instead. “Come on.” She ordered, and whoever was carrying me started forward at a dizzying pace. I mean, they were probably just walking, but to me it felt like they were sprinting and my legs were flapping behind us like racing stripes.

The woman, who was only a splash of pale pink and dark hair, slid my door open and allowed my carrier and I to enter. The room was shadowy, and I was suddenly struck by the absence of the twinkling night lights. I didn’t want to hide in this dark hole by myself. But even my futile attempts to lift my arms and grab my pack mule were met with muscle protests. I was a rag doll, yet they sat me down on the bed like I was made of porcelain. I was rolled to my side, facing away from the door and the only light.

“Thank you. That will be all.” The woman said, and I heard a grunt in response. It bothered me that the pink woman was there for no reason, and she’d sent the oxen away. Who else was going to drag me out of this den? I wanted to go back out and see the lights. It wasn’t healthy to lock sick people up in the dark, didn’t they know?

“If you hadn’t been ordered to appear, I would slap you in your sutures.” The woman in pink rounded the bed, floating around like she was a ghost. She entered the bathroom for a moment, and then came back holding a green splotch, not even bothering to turn on the light.

Her voice was familiar, but it wasn’t Cat, so I didn’t care. “Let’s get you out of that dress before you ruin it.” Her hands were on me then, surprisingly strong for someone who used others to lift bodies for them. She unfastened the clasp at the back of my neck, and at both wrists, then slid the top half of the dress off like it was nothing. My back was on fire from the pain, but my front that had been contently warm and covered all night was suddenly exposed to the cold air.

I shivered, and it hurt.

She unzipped the skirt and maneuvered me until it was pulled out from under my legs. I was naked, but I wasn’t phased. My legs probably still looked nice in the heels, notwithstanding the countless scars I already had. But she pulled those off too, and then I really was stripped. It occurred to me that I should probably say something to this stranger who was taking my clothes off, but I just didn’t have the energy to put up any fight.

After a moment of nipple-hardening cold, something warm was draped over my front, and I managed to look down at the hospital gown she was looping my arms through.

“What? No foreplay?” I rasped, and then chuckled at myself. The woman scoffed, and I caught the whites of her eyes rolling.

“Verdaderamente eres asqueroso.” She hissed, and I paused my laughing. It only just occurred to me but…everything she’d said to me was in Spanish. Had I answered in English? Or was it the opposite and I just couldn’t tell anymore? There were too many verbs, nouns, and tenses floating around in my head that I could barely keep them straight when I was sober.

But now, drunk on pain? There was no telling what combination of languages were going to drool out of my mouth. But the information was a welcome one, and it took a jab at my fuzzy brain. If it was Spanish, but it wasn’t Cat, then it was the other one…the doctor.

“Afton?” I whispered, and the pink smear stilled.

“At least you won’t be asking for any lap dances.” I heard her mutter to herself and then move to sit behind me. A moment later, something cold and soft smoothed over my back, and I let out an appreciative moan.

“What are you doing here?” I croaked.

“I’m cleaning up your mess. What else?” She responded like it was obvious, and I didn’t have the strength to answer. Cleaning up messes was what Afton did best. Whether it was for me, or any paying country, there was nothing she couldn’t fix. So I finally followed her earlier demand and shut up, letting her run the towel up and down my burning muscles.

Honestly, Kyungsoo thought there would be more resistance when he said he was heading out early. EXO had won all they were going to win, and what was the point of a red carpet exit anyway? So no one really bothered when he climbed into a company car and told them to head to the hospital. And then, still no one stopped him as he rode the elevator to the VIP floor and passed the nurses’ station. The woman behind the desk had seen him many times, and her eyes roamed over him disinterestedly.

The only thing that faltered his approach was the studded clutch laying in the middle of the floor, abandoned. He grabbed it off the tile and turned it over in his hands. It was definitely Harper’s, and he would be lying if he said he was surprised she’d discarded it so easily. Her whole outfit tonight was so out of her world that Kyungsoo had done a double take. From her black lips, to her black nails, she looked like some sort of tremendously sexy nun, and for a split second, he was all for it. Take him to church, let him confess, he’d pray to her and only her until the world ended.

And then he realized that it was Harper, and he was astonished at his blasphemy.

But after his moment of sacrilege passed, he realized that her dress, her hair, and her shoes, had not been for him. She sauntered onto that red carpet for two very specific reasons: One, probably because Chief Soo told her she had to; and two, to bring Baek back to life. Even the fans had noticed his change. He was scared, probably not even for his own life, but for hers. He hovered around Harper’s hospital room like an apparition wanting to interact, but not knowing how to do it without scaring someone. He didn’t know what to say or what to do to show his gratitude for her saving his life, and in the end…it had chipped away at his heart.

DO loosened his tie and shed his jacket. She was probably in a foul mood, and it wasn’t like he was there to commend her. Resolutely, he was there to yell at her, like always. She was just such a hot mess, what else was he supposed to do?

So, with her clutch under his arm, he slid open the door to her room silently, but it was a different scene than he expected to find. Catalina’s sister sat at Harper’s bedside, wiping Harper’s back with a damp towel. She slowly turned on her stool to see him out of the corner of her eye, although he didn’t know how she could make him out in the light of the doorway. It was pitch black in the room, and he felt weird seeing his outline pass over the bed next to his bodyguard.

Afton’s hand paused as she regarded him questioningly, and it only took moments for him to understand her expression and respond. Without a word, he tossed his tie, jacket, and Harper’s clutch onto the couch by the door, and made his way to the bed. Afton stood and passed him the rag without a hint of interest. Kyungsoo figured she should have at least raised an eyebrow at his willingness, but she ignored him.

The exchange only took a moment, and after he’d seated himself on the stool, he looked back to see her leaving. He wasn’t sure if he should call out to her or not, but then Harper stirred on the bed, and his attention was focused on her, and not the click of the door as the doctor left.

He sat with the rag hanging in his hands for a moment, feeling the darkness creep around him comfortably. But he had something to confirm, and it couldn’t be done in the dark. So, he illuminated the flashlight on his phone but quickly dimmed it when it nearly blinded him. And just as he suspected, the towel and the water in the big green bowl on the table were tinted beige. Now was the time to yell at her, right? He’d established his theory: Harper had covered her back in BB cream, but as to the reason…

Gently, Kyungsoo wiped the towel across her back, ignoring the curve of her spine and the dip of her waist, trying not to pay any attention to how her skin responded with a trail of goose bumps, or how she took in a sharp shaky breath at his touch. Those were not things he needed to focus on. Instead, he centered all of his attention on the deep purple, green, and yellow bruises that were exposed with each wipe. He didn’t bother to hide his grimace as he streaked away the makeup to discover more of her pain, more of her damage. And then there were the other things: other scars, other burns. Her whole body was a testament to her service, and he couldn’t decide what was worse: how injured she’d been, or how proud he suddenly found himself.

What right did he have to be proud of her for things she did before she met him? How was it any of his business what her body looked like under her stupid flannels and skinny jeans? She was Harper, she was an American. She was lazy and informal. She was his opposite in pretty much every way…

So why did this bother him? Why did he have the overwhelming urge to shake her awake and hug her tight? He wanted to promise her that she’d never get hurt again, but then the thought of not being able to keep that promise paralyzed him. His thoughts and feelings were running wild, but all the while, his hand softly slid up and down her back, never stopping to confer with his thoughts. His heart at least knew that she needed this. Her wounds needed to be cleaned, and despite literally everything his head was screaming at him right then…he owed her that much.

He let out a single huff of a laugh at the thought. What did their scorecard even look like now? Who was up, who was down? Why were they keeping score at all?

“Lo siento…” He felt the words vibrate into his hand, and he froze. Had she heard him? Did she know that he was the one who was touching her now? That he could see every curve of her and he secretly wished he could see more?

No…her words were in Spanish. She still thought that Afton was the one taking care of her. But then—

“Lo siento…Gomen'nasai…Mianhaeyo…”

Kyungsoo dropped the towel in the bowl with a splash and gulped.

“I’m sorry.”

He watched helplessly as his hand reached out and grazed over her hair. His fingers smoothed over her head in a reassuring stroke. He shouldn’t be doing this, he panicked. This kind of thing was reserved for family or lovers. And he was neither! But still he caressed her, muttering to himself that he should leave, but also that she had nothing to be sorry for.

Not bothering to stop it, but also acknowledging he wasn’t in charge of it, his other hand drifted to her marbled back, tracing over every blemish and scar that made her. She was a patchwork of stories that he’d never heard, and he found himself truly wanting to know everything there was to know about her.

“You know,” Afton’s voice made him jump straight out of his skin, “she won’t remember anything that’s said or done tonight. She went to that show like a fool, but of course she had to one up herself by not taking her medication beforehand.” Her English was lilted by her maiden tongue, but DO had no trouble understanding what she meant: an opportunity was an opportunity.

Was it safe for him to pretend? Safe to let his mind drift to that forbidden inkling he’d locked away? He couldn’t destroy it no matter how hard he tried, so he’d banished it to the farthest reaches of his mind, burying it beneath the necessity to work out, or eat, or dance, or sing. There was always something more important than letting himself think about it. Was it really safe to let it out now? Where no one would hear, or remember?

With a swallow, he glanced at Afton out of the corner of his eye and watched as she hooked Harper up to an IV and set the drip. In the shallow light of his phone, he could see a small smirk on her face, like she knew what was going on in his head. She seemed a lot like Cat in that regard. Apparently both sisters had a knack for seeing the things people were trying to hide. It was kind of infuriating, but refreshing somehow.

When she was satisfied that Harper was settled, she walked back to the door to leave, the click of her heels on the tile like the tick of the clock he felt pounding in his brain. He either left with her, or he didn’t leave. That was the ultimatum he felt himself drifting towards. He heard the door slide open and she said,

“I don’t know if you know or not…but there are things you could give her now that she would never be able to receive again.” And then she was gone.

The silence hummed in his ears like the crash of the ocean. He did know. In fact, he was the only one who knew.

Slowly, DO rose from the stool and carried it around the bed to sit in front of Harper. Then he went and threw open the blinds that had been pulled tight over the window. The lights from the buildings around the hospital twinkled under the dark sky, making him wish for a moment that they were stars. Even on clear nights, he hardly ever saw them anymore. How was he supposed to ask them for guidance when they were constantly drowned out by the fake stars of the city?

He tore his eyes away from the beams when he heard a sharp intake of breath from the bed behind him. He turned around reluctantly, fighting the feeling of suddenly wanting to throw himself out the window. Harper’s eyes were open and wide, illuminated by the glow of the city. And she was staring at him.

Brightened by the world outside her hospital room, she looked hollowed out and pale, but he could never describe her gaze as anything but ethereal. Her stare was just so deep and enticing that he could barely breathe as she gaped at him.

“Kosei?” The prayer tumbled from her lips, and despite herself, her eye lids drooped. Her eyebrows furrowed, like she was mad that her muscles were betraying her at such a crucial moment.

She won’t remember anything that’s said or done tonight, and there are things you could give her now that she would never be able to receive again…

Afton had said. The real question now: was he going to spend this night on himself, or was he going to spend it on her? Could he play this role? Should he…

False hope was one of the cruelest gifts anyone could give, but if she wasn’t going to remember it anyway…what was the harm in making her happy for one night? Whether or not it was a lie, he was still the one doing it, right?

She whispered the name again and moved like she would try and sit up. DO immediately rushed forward and gently pushed her back into the bed, falling into that person without another thought.

“Don’t try and get up. You overdid it tonight.” It occurred to him that their tones might not be the same. His voice was usually much lower than everyone else’s, he might have ruined the illusion before it even began. And then the fact that he was speaking English. Had she taught him? Was she able to speak Japanese because they’d taught each other their languages? It seemed like such a lesson in life, to be able to hear the person you love say they love you in your tongue.

Even for him, hearing ‘salanghae’ was always more impressionable that hearing someone say ‘I love you’. Because he was Korean, and what bigger commitment could someone pay him than learn how to speak his language?

“I’m sorry.” Harper obediently laid back down, catching his hand in her own and tucking it close to her chest. He could feel her heartbeat, a slow melodic rhythm under the hammering of his own. “I didn’t mean to make you worry again.”

“I wouldn’t worry if you didn’t do such reckless things.” He scoffed and then reeled at his senselessness.

“Maybe…” She lulled while Kyungsoo nearly beat himself to death with his free hand, “but you’d be so boring otherwise.” A smile danced on her lips that made him still.

“Rude.” He snickered at her, earning a bigger grin.

This was dangerous. He felt it in his bones. He shouldn’t be doing this. But he just couldn’t stop. He wanted to be this person, the one she called out to in the darkness, the one who made her laugh even when she was hurting. Every inhibition he had crumpled in the light of the city stars behind him.

He would be Kosei.

He would be whoever she wanted.

Just for tonight. Just for this one night, because…

He would go back to being Kyungsoo when morning came, and she would never smile at him like this again.

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