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hyggeligbirch · 4 years ago

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Without You (STM)

An EXO Fanfiction

pairing: minseok x luhan, minseok x jongdae word count: 4 537 warnings: Major Character Death

summary: Minseok deals with some very bad news.

companions: Straight Through Me Masterlist

"Sir, can you hear me? Sir?"

Minseok stared at the phone. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

"Sir? I need you to talk to me. Yes or no, sir. Can you hear me? Sir?"

It was an empty horror he felt as he held the phone to his mouth.

"I hear you."

It was funny, how calm his voice was.

"Okay, sir. Can you stay on the phone while I transfer you to one of our care members?"

The phone was shaking. He couldn't stay on the phone. He needed to sit, to stay, to hold himself together.

"No. I'm in a meeting."

It was a lie and they both knew it.

"Sir, I highly suggest you let me transfer you."

His breathing was catching in his throat but his eyes were dry and he thought he was going to vomit.

"I said I can't stay. Just give me a number to call."

The voice on the phone relented and hung up with a click that felt a little too final.

Minseok dropped the phone and stared at his hands.

He was trembling, he noticed. Something twisted in his stomach and he was running; his hands hit the porcelain of the toilet just in time.

His stomach was empty and the bile had long since burned his throat when the tears started streaming down his face. He had no idea how long he'd sat there sobbing and vomiting before he finally rolled back to his feet.

The metal handle felt too cold against his skin as he flushed the toilet. Robotically, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, removing the acrid taste. He washed his face with cold water and stumbled out of the bathroom, feet catching on the switch from tile to carpet..

The floor seemed so far away as he searched for his phone. The others needed to know – he needed to call them because they're dead, or probably dead, Kris and Tao and Luhan and Lay. Luhan – dead! Luhan was dead and Minseok was not sure what he was going to do, but right now the others needed to know. He found his phone and his fingers were automatically punching numbers, but no, no, that number, it wouldn't pick up.

He curled himself into a chair as he thought who to call. He thought Suho, first, and then the two of them could split the others because they listened to Suho like they never listened to him, but that wouldn't work. Suho wouldn't pick up the phone – he'd have gotten the same call, and he'd still be on the phone with the workers, or with family, or with a friend. Someone.

Kyungsoo worked on Thursdays, and, as the phone screen reminded Minseok, it was only nine. He'd call at lunch, it could wait until Kyungsoo has time to talk.

Before Minseok realized he had dialled the phone, it was ringing in his ear.

5 rings. 6 rings. 7.

A tone sounded, and then: "Oh Sehun. I can't answer the phone right now, but leave your name and number and I will get back with you as soon as possible."

Minseok hung up, fingers flying as he punched the next contact. It was no use. Baekhyun's phone rang and rang and rang and rang.

Chanyeol and Kai's phones went straight to voicemail. They were probably at work.

Minseok could barely hold the phone still enough to hit Jongdae's name. He has to pick up. He's the last one. He has to pick up.

"Minseok?" And Minseok had never been happier to hear Jongdae's confusion. "What's up?"

"Do you have time to talk?"

And there must have been something in his voice that betrayed his fear, because Jongdae was speaking quickly to him. "Yeah, yeah. Class is almost over anyway. What's wrong?"

Minseok steadied himself with a deep breath. "The plane crashed."

"The plane crashed? Minseok, what are you talking about?" Jongdae's voice was confused and panicked and he knew exactly what Minseok meant.

"The Beijing flight. It crashed, and I was told," he exhaled, "I was told there are no survivors."

Jongdae inhaled on the other end.

It was still for a moment, then Jongdae spoke. "Are you at home?"

"Yes." The apartment was so empty and that was all Minseok could focus on.

"Stay put. I'm coming over. Give me five minutes."

Minseok hummed and hung up the phone.

7 February

By the time there was a knock at the door, Minseok's hands had stopped shaking and the fog had started to lift from his mind. The door unlocked easily under his steadied hands and Jongdae pushed his way in excitedly.

It was a weird kind of clarity that filled Minseok's mind as he greeted Jongdae. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course. Are you okay? What do you know?" Jongdae's eyes were wide and his words were rushed.

That weird clarity narrowed Minseok's thoughts. "You're dripping."

Jongdae nervously tugged at his collar. "Yeah. It's pouring out."

And this was the easiest thing Minseok's brain had had to process in the last hour. "Come on. Let me get you some dry clothes."

Jongdae followed obediently, unsure of what was happening, but there was something in the way Minseok's hands fluttered at his sides that said this is what must be done. This is what makes sense.

Minseok rummaged in a drawer for a minute and pulled out some well-worn clothing. He pressed it into Jongdae's hands and left the room, letting the door click soundly behind him. Jongdae changed quickly. He chuckled as he rolled the sleeves up; even though they never had parties at Minseok's, the man still ended up with all the leftover clothes. He hung his wet clothes on the clotheshorse and left the room, footsteps softened by the too-big socks.

Jongdae plopped down on the couch next to Minseok and was startled when Minseok dropped the phone from his ear.

"I'm sorry," Minseok said, hands starting to twist in the air, "I don't know what I was expecting."

Jongdae frowned and pulled his sleeves up his arms, letting his own hands shake a little to mirror the other. "Minseok? Who did you just call?"

"I don't know what I was expecting."

"Minseok."

"I guess I just thought that it might all be a bad dream, you know. I thought that maybe if I called him, he'd answer, and it'd all be a laugh." Minseok shook his head and gave a mirthless laugh. "He didn't, of course."

Jongdae tried for words, something to lessen the pain, but he couldn't find anything. Minseok looked and sounded so calm, but his hands were shaking and his shoulders were twitching.

Minseok saved Jongdae from the agony of trying to comfort by suddenly switching on the TV. It was obviously just for a distraction, not because of anything Minseok really wanted to watch, because Minseok left it on some 24-hour news network. He turned his attention to the TV and sat uncomfortably on the couch, back ramrod straight and feet flat on the floor.

"-and we're still getting updates on the plane crash, folks," the TV tuned in, the female anchor's face serious as she talked, voice perfectly measured between perky and grave. "Latest updates from the scene are saying things are looking better than expected. Our latest sources say that all passengers and crew are now accounted for, and," here footage of the wreck was shown, a smoking mass of twisted metal that would have been more easily believed soldered to the ground than previously capable of flight, "incredibly, they've pulled five survivors from that wreck. All are in critical condition, officials say, but they are not dead. Officials have stated that they are calling family as bodies are identified. Currently identified survivors are..." Names displayed on the screen as the news anchor kept talking. The boys sat still on the couch in fear. Luhan was a forgone conclusion; the phone call wouldn't have come if they hadn't been damn sure. But there was hope, with five survivors.

Only one name displayed. It's still better than nothing.

"Lay's alive! Minseok, Lay's on the list of survivors!" Jongdae was excited, walling off the part of his brain that was trying to tell him what it meant not to be on that list, what it meant for Kris and Tao.

The fog was dropping back over Minseok's eyes and his voice was flat as he answered. "I saw." He fumbled with the phone in his lap. "I should call the others. I should tell them what we know."

Jongdae immediately offered to help. He dialled Chanyeol, and then Kai. Both phones were still going straight to voice mail. It had only been an hour. He left a quick message on each. "Hey! It's Jongdae. Call me or Minseok as soon as you get the chance. Thanks."

Minseok's first call was picked up on the first ring.

"I can't talk now," Kyungsoo snapped. "I'll call when I have time." The call disconnected abruptly, leaving Minseok staring at the phone in his hands.

Sehun and Suho's phones both proved to be busy.

Minseok sighed as he punched the last contact on his phone.

Baekhyun answered after the third ring, voice sounding just as dead and dull as Minseok felt inside. "Minseok? What do you want?"

Minseok explained quickly, voice strangely strong and clear even over the words – "Luhan's dead" – and carefully emphasized that small hope, that Lay was not yet dead.

There was no change in Baekhyun's voice at the news. "Oh. I see," he responded, almost casually, "Thank you for letting me know." He terminated the call.

Jongdae glanced at Minseok's face, slowly falling, and changed the channel to something that was bright and colorful and cheery, not that either of them could see it.

5 March

"Here, stand still. You fidgeting isn't helping matters." Jongdae gripped Minseok's shoulders and turned the man to face him. The steady hands calmed Minseok's twitching and he stood still as Jongdae fixed his bowtie. "That's better. You look sane, now."

Minseok fiddled indecisively with the buttons of his suit jacket, eyes downcast and weight shifting between his feet.

Jongdae quickly buttoned Minseok's jacket and pressed Minseok's palms together between his own. "Everything's going to be all right, Minseok."

Minseok shook his head, dislodging the bowtie again. "It's...not."

Jongdae straightened the bowtie. "It will be. Come on, they're waiting." He turned Minseok to face the door and gently pressed on the small of his back.

Minseok yielded easily, fingers fidgeting at his cuffs as Jongdae opened the door to the service.

The room seemed too small for the crowd that was gathered and it was suffocating. The crowd, easily thirty people in size, was gathered into small groups throughout the room, each conversing in hushed whispers.

Everything became a blur of black as Jongdae's hand at his back pushed Minseok through the room. Minseok blinked as his feet stopped moving and his breath caught in his chest.

The three pictures leaned against the wall, candles lit in front of each, and it was too much. Later, Minseok would sit on his bed and stare at pictures of Luhan, but right now he couldn't even look. Just seeing his face split him in two. Jongdae rubbed his back in comfort as he helped him to remember to make a bow and guided him to the side.

Jongdae pressed Minseok into place and whispered, "Stand here. I'll be right back."

As Jongdae walked away, Minseok's eyes trailed over the crowd. Most of them he didn't recognize: colleagues and friends of Kris and Tao, fellow students he'd seen maybe once or twice in a class. Some of the faces were more familiar: Luhan's peers, friends they'd had drinks with before.

There was a sudden presence at his side and he startled, but it was just Suho. Suho didn't make small talk, just stared at the pictures with puffy red eyes.

The others were standing nearby. Chanyeol was chattering inanely to an irritated Kyungsoo while a nervous Sehun leaned as far back from the inevitable retaliation as possible. Kai was trying to keep up in the conversation as best he could, but it was made all the more difficult with the way that Baekhyun was leaning into him, clearly holding none of his own weight, reddened eyes half open. Kai wrapped a reassuring arm around Baekhyun's waist as he listened to whatever stupid thing Chanyeol was saying this time.

Minseok jumped as something nudged at his arm.

"Eat this. You look like you're about to pass out." Jongdae pressed a small cake into Minseok's hand.

Nibbling at it, Minseok said, "It's too much. Can I go? Please?"

Jongdae smiled sadly. "We need to stay just a little longer. Let people see you're here. Let people talk to you if they want."

"I don't want..." The words refused to form.

It didn't matter. "I know. It's just a little longer. And," he squeezed Minseok's arm, "I'm right here."

6 September

Minseok growled as he threw the papers down. Of course his proposition would be denied. It was only the best idea to come out of a new hire – his whole division, even – in the past year. But no, he was new and untested and untried and couldn't possibly know anything about sound investment.

Never mind his two degrees in business and management. Never mind his half-finished Master's. Never mind it, of course, because he was too young. He knocked his chair over as he stood up abruptly, scooping the papers off the table and shoving them roughly into his portfolio.

The bloody portfolio wouldn't go nicely into his bag and he let the lot drop into a graceless heap on the floor. It wasn't like he cared any more. The idea had already been dismissed.

His phone rang. He snatched it off the table and answered sharply. "What?"

"Hey!" Sehun's cheerful voice grated on Minseok's nerves. "I got the job! We're heading to get drinks-"

"Congratulations," Minseok cut him off. "Now leave me alone." He ended the call and threw the phone back down on the table.

Groaning, he stalked over to his chair and sank into it. He rubbed his eyes and flipped on the tv, hoping for something distracting. Five weeks' work and nothing to show, dammit!

Halfway through some way-too-colourful variety show, his phone rang again. He mumbled a curse at it and let it ring out. Immediately it rang again.

Right. Minseok muttered curses as he went back to the table, tripping on the pile of shit on the floor. Jongdae, the caller ID read.

He sighed. "Yes?"

"Just checking to see if you're doing all right."

"This is about Sehun."

"No, no. No. Yes. He said you cut the call off -"

"I'm fine, Jongdae. I just want to be left alone. Okay?" Minseok could hear how rude he sounded, and didn't particularly care.

"Yeah...You're sure you're fine?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay. Call if you need anything, right, Minseok?" With that, Jongdae disconnected the call.

Minseok huffed at the phone and dropped it in his pocket. Kicking his work stuff, he headed to his bedroom, intent on pulling his duffel from closet and heading for the gym. A workout sounded like exactly what he needed, right now.

7 February

What a day. Minseok absentmindedly spun the coin on the table. What a day. He slammed the coin flat with the palm of his hand. What a day.

He had gone to work, but he'd half-assed it the whole time, distracted the whole day. He'd been retyping the same proposal for the fourth time when his boss had come over to his cubicle. "Quit pecking at that keyboard and go home," he'd said. "You're not getting anything done here."

Minseok had saved and closed and wandered out of the office. After getting lost three times on his way to the train station, he'd gotten on the wrong line and ended up on the other side of the city. It was a wonder he hadn't been mugged – or worse - in his fugue.

He'd found his way home eventually, throwing open the door and crumpling just inside.

It had taken time, but he had forced himself to stand, and then to settle down nicely in his chair after shedding his outerwear. It had been too quiet, sitting in his chair, even with the TV on, the room far, far too empty, so he had picked himself back up and dumped into his work chair, laying his head down on a pile of unfinished documents.

Now, he had cleared the table of important papers and was absently spinning a coin. It was a nervous tic he had developed years before. It was something simple, something to focus on when everything else was out of control.

Watching the silver flash, he could almost hear Luhan laughing at him. "What is it now?"

Minseok had the oddest feeling that if he looked up, he would catch glimpse of Luhan's ghost, standing in front of the table.

He'd be red in the face, straight from practice, his football duffel slung over his shoulder, a sports drink in hand, and his face, usually so excited after a good scrimmage, would be falling quickly, reshaping into a worried frown. If Minseok didn't answer, just stared down at the spinning coin again, Luhan would drop his bag and come around the desk.

"What's wrong?" he'd ask, and there'd be something just slightly off in his pronunciation, because there always was, when he was worried or nervous. "Can I do anything?"

And Minseok would lean back in his chair and watch the coin fall. "I don't know."

He'd feel the press of Luhan's lips on his, so soft and gentle, and then he'd open his eyes to a smirk growing on Luhan's face.

"If I can't help, maybe I can distract you," would slip out of Luhan's mouth, so casually, and Minseok would start to smile himself, because only ever went in one direction. "I could really use some help showering. If you wanted to, of course."

And, if Luhan were there, saying these words, Minseok would find himself standing and following him to the bathroom, cares left stored for later in that spinning coin.

But in the here, in the now, Luhan wasn't there, wasn't whispering promises in Minseok's ear.

Eyes yet closed, Minseok listened to phantom footsteps fade away and said, to the far too quiet, far too empty apartment, "You're dead, Luhan."

It was like breaking open a dam, these quiet words.

"You died, Luhan. You died and you left me all alone. Can you fix that? How can you help with that?"

And his face was hot, and wet, and he was sobbing. The tears choked him and tore him apart from the inside, ripping at the careful barriers he had built over the past year, destroying what was left of his defences.

There was a phantom breath on his face and he could have sworn he felt Luhan's soft lips kissing his tears away.

His phone rang.

"I can't fix it," Minseok imagined he heard Luhan whisper in the silence.

His phone rang.

Jongdae, the caller ID read.

Minseok answered the phone.

9 May

"You should have seen his face," Jongdae laughed, "I haven't gotten anyone that good in years."

The books lay forgotten on the table, pushed aside an hour before in favor of Jongdae's tall tales. Minseok didn't believe half of what came out of Jongdae's mouth, but it was fun to watch him talk. Much more fun than studying accounting, anyway. Jongdae reveled in the attention, too, and his stories grew with every smile and laugh from Minseok. Minseok sipped at his coffee and hummed encouragingly as Jongdae paused for breath.

"But, what about you? How's work?" Jongdae asked.

"Ahh, it's work. They're keeping me busy. The boss has been getting on me about finishing my Master's," Minseok groaned.

"What'd you tell them?"

"'I can write this report, or I can write my thesis. I cannot possibly do both.' He told me to 'write the damn report, then'."

Jongdae laughed, mouth curving upwards as his face split in a grin. "That's the way! I'm in the middle of a bunch of red tape right now. It'll be years before I figure out just which papers need signed and by who."

"At least it doesn't follow you home."

"It sure tries! I found three different requisition papers in my bag yesterday!"

The conversation continued on against the backdrop of drizzling rain, the two commiserating with each other. The coffee grew cold and Minseok jumped up to make new as soon as he noticed.

As he waited for the water to boil, Jongdae asked, “What are you doing? When this is all over, I mean."

It was a difficult question. What did he want to do? "I..." He couldn't really think of anything. It had been over a year since all of his plans went down in flames, and he'd been too busy trying to keep himself afloat to start to build new ones. So he was surprised when his mouth opened again. "I want to finish my degree and work hard to get some money stored away. I want to get enough to start a cafe.” The words shocked him, but they felt so right. He tried them again. “I want to start a cafe."

"With the coffee you make, you'll sell well." There was something in Jongdae's expression that said he hadn’t been expecting the answer, either.

Minseok took the boiling water off the stove as he asked, "What about you? Big plans?"

"Not so much. I mostly just want to survive this degree." Jongdae laughed and Minseok joined him. "But really, I'd like to work hard and get promoted in this company."

"You really like it there, then?"

"Yeah. They all work hard, and we're doing good work."

Minseok poured the new coffee and the conversation turned again, this time to their most recent classes and the professors that taught them.

It was a calm discussion, and a peaceful joy filled it, the rain and the coffee only serving to increase the atmosphere. As the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, Jongdae finally seeming to have run out of topics, Minseok's phone lit up and started ringing.

Minseok reached for it, but Jongdae beat him there.

His tone was light and his tone was laughing as he answered. "Sehunnie! What do you need?"

Minseok watched Jongdae's face fall at Sehun's frantic response.

"Have either of you heard from Baekhyun? He didn't show up to work today, and he's not answering his phone."

12 May

The loudest sound in the room was Kongju's tail beating on the couch. The silence swelled with every thump, filling the room and suffocating the occupants. Kai lay on his couch, Kongju splayed over him, her comforting weight pinning him where he was, her watchful eyes protecting him from anyone coming near. He murmured quietly to her and scratched behind her ears. Such a good dog. Such a good girl.

Chanyeol was laying on the floor next to the couch, curled up under Kyungsoo's suit jacket, wrinkling it beyond help, but Kyungsoo didn't seem to mind. He ran a hand through Chanyeol's hair as he read the report in hand.

Minseok and Jongdae were sitting against the wall, leaning into each other in the silence. Jongdae stroked Minseok's hand absently, the touch stilling Minseok's habitual trembles.

Near the TV, Suho was reading a book and holding Sehun close. The younger boy was pale and drawn, every emotion sucked out of him in the past month.

They were all so, so tired. It had been a long month. No one had wanted to be alone, and no one had wanted to leave the others alone. When they were all together, the silences stretched like this, Chanyeol too shocked to chatter, Baekhyun not there to start the conversation. That was almost the worst part, the way the silences wouldn't break. It was always too quiet, now.

Minseok finally broke the still air, interrupting the sounds of breathing, clocks ticking, paper sliding against skin. "I know it's not much, Kai," he started, and his voice was rough and cracked, "and it's not the same situation, but it does stop hurting so much." He glanced at his hands, held tightly in Jongdae's to stop the nervous trembling, and continued, "Eventually, it stops hurting so much."

Kai sounded half choked when he responded. "Thank you, Minseok." He smoothed over Kongju's fur a few times, trying to get up the courage to continue to speak, to break that silence again. "I've been thinking...I can't stop thinking..." it took a deep breath for him to continue speaking, and when he did, it came out in a rush, "If I'd just noticed. If I'd gotten there just a little bit faster, maybe I could have saved him."

Sehun's voice cracked as he replied, and Kai listened because Baekhyun had been Sehun's best friend. "You couldn't have done anything, Kai. Baekhyun - " he gasped for air, his mind choking him at the name, "Baekhyun wanted to die. He had it all planned out perfectly. None of us could have done anything."Because if any one of us is to blame, all of us are to blame went unspoken, but it was heard all the same.

Kai rubbed his head. "What do I do now?"

Suho put down his book and answered, voice steady, sure, knowing. "You step back and heal, whatever that means for you, Kai. I worked. Minseok sat in his apartment, alone, for weeks. Maybe you curl up with Kongju until the pain eats itself away. Maybe you go back to school. Maybe you throw yourself into your dance until your whole body hurts as much as your soul. But you heal, in whatever way you can."

"You heal," Minseok echoed, squeezing Jongdae's hand, "in whatever way you can."

30 May

The early sun was bright in the sky, filtering between the tree trunks and giving the whole copse a soft golden hue. The pair were stretched out on the ground, Minseok's head on Jongdae's arm, as they talked. It was such a nice day for a picnic; the atmosphere and the conversation together melted the stress away.

"Minseok," Jongdae said, eyes drifting between the trees, watching the way the light made patterns in the leaves.

Minseok hummed in question.

"Minseok, I'd like to take you on a proper date, if you'd like to come." And the phrasing was so light, the tone so offhand that Minseok would have thrown it out as a joking comment if not for the way Jongdae's eyes had darted down from the trees to his face and his mouth quirked upwards into a smirk.

He has to think a moment, but only a moment, because it's been over a year, and Luhan is not here, will never be here, but Jongdae is here and, now, might always be here.

"Okay, Dae," Minseok nodded and smiled.

The sun was warm and Minseok's hands didn't tremble a bit as Jongdae kissed him.

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tokki-geek · 4 years ago

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Hi again! It's your Secret Santa~

I've been well, thank you. I hope you have been too?

Oof. I was hoping that's where the inspiration for your name came from! Hehe.

Yes, OT12 all the way!! ♡

I actually haven't seen Suho all glittery so now I have something to look forward to!

Ajajsdkdfkkf. Universe 😭♡ I love that album! Omg. Every track is perfection! And Suho's Been Through EXplOration performance?? Wow!! 😍 someone recommended watching it and I've been grateful ever since.

As for me... Jongdae is my bias! He's actually my ultimate bias! For my top biases overall in kpop, Tao also takes a spot. When it comes to wreckers 🤔 I don't really get wrecked in the typical fashion but Baekhyun has wiggled his way in out of nowhere. He was really out here looking like that and singing like that in SuperM's One with no regard for our personal wellbeing like oml, let me breathe.

Favourite era has been and always will be Monster! Wow. What a song. What an MV. What a vibe.

Album is tough! They're all, you know, perfect.

I'll go with Don't Mess Up My Tempo because that's the album that truly made me fall in love with them and realise they're the only group that could ever hold the Ult position in my heart. I used to just buy their songs and appreciate their music but I remember going in a roadtrip while listening to the album on Spotify and it's like a light turned on. Christmas albums are definitely up there though.

... hey, this is meant to be about you, not me 😂

Let's hear about your preferences in fanfiction!

Are you hard or soft stan? Do you prefer fluff, smut, angst, or perhaps something on the darker side of things? Do you have a favourite fanfic that you would recommend? And you're a writer yourself, correct? Which of your own works would you recommend? Do you have any tropes that you absolutely hate? Do you have any that you just can't get enough of?

This got really long! I'm sorry! 😂

I hope you have a splendid day, however! Much love ♡

Oh, & keep your chin up buttercup, you're amazing.

______

Hi Secret Santa! You brightened my dark day. Sorry you had to come here. Anon hate on @myeoning-call started to come even though I had closed it for 15 months... just to wish me to die because I like an idol that is younger than me hehehe... people are just sad. Anyways our convos won’t be seen by anyone as this blog is 0 follower/0 following.

So on a nicer note. You’re so nice and absolutely super thorough to make me happy. Wow. So many questions I absolutely love it.

I love your love for JD, that guy can wreck me hard always. And about Baek, every single EXO-L is secretly in love with that puppy... ^_^

So what fics I like from mine, well, I think one of my favs are Unintentional (Suho-Siwon CEO fighting over 1 girl) and Saviour (Baekhyun CEO AU push and pull kinda thing? [as you see this one was in my beloved main blog that I was forced to leave from all the hate *sigh*]

My fav fics from elsewhere are

Nuisance by @thesammtimes (Annoying werewolf Bekkie)

Daisy by @soobadnoonecanstopher (Quite dark Kyungsoo suspense AU)

Chronicles of the Wolf by @fairyscribbles (OT12 wolf series)

Slave to pleasure by @baekhyuns-abs (Quite dark Baekhyun vampire AU, not for the soft hearted)

I have may more but we can spend the whole day hahaha.

GUUUUURL glittery Suhito https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYJniC-vWa8 I mean watch with caution. When is SM going to give him the merman AU that he deserves? Isn’t his concept water anyways???

So I am absolutely not a soft stan. I’m soft for other bands, but definitely not EXO, not after the Eve, Love Shot and Sweet Lies. They’s feel disappointed, if you asked me hahaha.

As for preferences, I do like everything. I do like fantasy, mermaids, faeries, vampires, wolves and all that kinda cringe stuff. I like all the cringe. Suhito is my bias, what can you say hahaha.

So, anything is amazing. I know how hard it is to plot and execute the writing.

You’re so nice and I hope you’re healthy and safe always ^_^

#secret santy

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baekhyuns-abs · 6 years ago

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(gif not mine credit to xx) I knuckled down and finally produced this filth. Ya’ll know imma be drenching myself in holy water after this. I also imagined this while talking to my professor about dropping my degree so that’s something... I’ve missed my vampires The first book//Slave to Darkness General masterlist I love hearing your thoughts/theories, please never hesitate to message me, I’m nice I promise xo Special shout out to @oh-beyond too for just being herself xoxo

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“You should stay.” She smiled meekly over her shoulder at her vampire and continued lacing up her boots. “I have a job now.” Baekhyun resisted the urge to roll his red eyes and opted instead to roll onto his front. Little light streamed through the curtains and he squinted at her from the bed; if it wasn’t for the relvetty contrast of his eyes it could be mistaken for tiredness but she knew otherwise The blanket bunched down his naked thighs and she looked away a faint blush across her cheeks. She hadn’t counted how many times she had seen Baekhyun naked, it was more than any normal human being could keep track of but it still made her stomach feel funny. Seeing him in such a casual state, his vampirish nature under control and without a threat she thought he was cute; not that she would ever tell him. They had spent the night sleeping, him waking her up softly with nudges into her neck and taking her swiftly from behind. She groggily would accept, her back bending and croaky moans leaving her mouth as he would rile her up one last time before letting her fall back asleep again. She woke in the late morning once more to the same thing - the monster a distant memory. “You spend more time with him than me.” It was a gruff groan from his mouth. She eyed him out of the corner of her eyes as she stood from the bed. “He’s my boss I’m sorry.” She headed towards her full length mirror to check her dress; one of many that she had been spoiled with. She had never been one for dresses of such elegance, gorgeous reds, sapphires, emerald and of course, black but she had grown accustomed to the sleek expensive feel of them on her. It was a luxury, having never ever dreamed she could have a lush amount of them; let alone look good in them. She adjusted her necklace around her collarbones and as she did so two pale hands came to rest upon her shoulders. The pads of his fingertips graced softly around her neck and her breath hitched. Baekhyun pressed his naked body against her back, she could feel his chill through her dress. She couldn’t stop him, had no way of defending herself as she was pressed into the mirror, her cheek against it. His mouth at her ear, his wet cold lips tantalising her skin. “Do you have any idea…” She was sensitive, her clit was rubbed raw from last night’s endeavours and he knew that but if it didn’t stop him in the past it certainly wasn’t going to now. Baekhyun’s hands were rough, without remorse as they scraped down her bottom, past the hem of her dress and back up the bare expanse of her thighs till he found her heat wrapped up by a lacy garment. “How much I hate…” His voice lowered to a dangerous mind numbing level as he slipped his hand between her legs. “Your job.” She gasped breathlessly as he fingered her clit, his middle finger rubbing it in a torturously slow and firm pace her knees buckled. Her hands twitched on the glass on either side of her head and she knew better than to stop him as he sank his cold digits inside of her. His other hand palmed her ass possessively and as he brought it down he left a red mark in its wake. Her body jolted and a yelp fell from her mouth. She should be used to that, the wicked spanks but no matter how many times he ‘punished’ her with the motion she was always taken by surprise. “Men come in and out all day, look at you, talk to you with only one thing on their mind…” Baekhyun continued, his hands meeting at her core, one working inside of her, the other on her swollen bud of nerves. It wasn’t her fault, she wanted to argue but with the curling of his two fingers inside of her along with the hot burning rubbing on her clit it was everything she could do not to crumble to her knees. She panted, moaning pathetically and grinding down on his sinful appendages. “Human men...” Baekhyun snarled, his tongue lapping against the shell of her ear and a shiver shot through her spine. “I want them to know you are owned.” His canines grew and she felt them as he breathed down her shoulder. She heard the wetness between her legs as he continued his merciless play and how it dripped down her parted thighs. She braced herself for the momentary sting but all at once he left her. The weight of him on her back went and his hands between her legs moved to her hips. Baekhyun on his knees yanked her hips towards him and she followed, gripping the sides of the mirror for her life as his mouth dove into her heat without letting her breathe. Her mind blanked at the sudden sensation, the feeling of his lips on her hole, his tongue precisely hitting every nerve ending at his disposal. He licked her everywhere, deeply, intimately and so sinfully she was quaking with every precise flick of his tongue. Her fingers slipped further down the frame and Baekhyun held her in place, his hands spreading her cheeks as he practically licked her from the inside out. She felt the orgasm rip her body apart as her hips bucked above his sinful mouth but he didn’t let up and she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to. The lewd sound of him lapping up her juices filled the air accompanied by her yells of pleasure and she stared at herself in the mirror, the red red flush of her cheeks and the sweat that melted into her brows. It was too much, the wrecking pleasure that soared through her as he circled his tongue around her clit. Orgasms blending into each other as her legs began to weaken. “I can’t…” She panted, longing to reach down behind him and yank him by his hair. It could have been hours that Baekhyun had been on his knees, his tongue doing unspeakable things to her. Baekhyun hummed in disapproval at her and the vibrations only made her squirt. And that was when she felt it; the sting of vampire fangs. She could barely breathe as it was, he didn’t help it when he sank his teeth into the top most part of her thigh where her ass cheek met her leg. The flesh was sensitive, untouched and the sudden pain wrenched her from her pleasure momentarily rocketing her down to earth. He’d never bitten her there. As she felt her heart beat in her wound her body began to accept him, feel the pulsing of her blood as he stole it from her. The twinges of his sucks pulsated through to her already throbbing clit and she moaned, her eyes falling shut. Baekhyun smirked against her skin feeling her submission and acceptance even though he had that long ago. Her sweet hot blood filled his mouth still almost vibrating with her heartbeat and it mixed with the delectable taste of her sex and he felt like he was alive. She leant on the mirror for support as Baekhyun eased his hold on her and as she felt him lick his mess away her door slammed open. “Joonmyeon has called a mee--” Jongdae halted in the doorway opposite them and she met his shocked gaze in the mirror. Reflections of vampires were truly faint, it was mainly their eyes you could see, the red brilliance that gave their otherwise invisible forms away. But even so, she saw the look of regret and shock on his features as Baekhyun clicked his tongue. “Can’t you see I’m busy.” She didn’t have time to be embarrassed at the fact that her bottom was on show to the somewhat unfamiliar vampire. What embarrassed her more was Baekhyun’s returning mouth to the blood dripping down her legs. Baekhyun slurped exaggeratedly for his brother to hear, a hiss following his mouth like he was bloodthirsty and turned around to look at him. “If you don’t want me to carve your eyes out, fuck off.” The resounding click of the door being closed sounded and Baekhyun made one last swipe of his hardworking tongue across the gaping teeth marks, sealing them over. He pushed her underwear back into place, uncaring that it was sopping and furthermore uncomfortable. He pulled her dress back down her hips and thighs, again uncaring of the wetness leaking down her inner thighs. She took deep breaths as she supported herself on the mirror Baekhyun raising to stand at his full height, wiping his mouth and licking the corners of what remained. She turned around to face him, red faced and flushed. “H-how--how is that going to make other men see that I’m…” She could barely formulate words, her mind still reeling and her lungs still battling for air. “Oh that was just for me.” Baekhyun smiled mischievously, a new look of his but something she wasn’t opposed to. “This is how they’ll know.” She didn’t know where he got it from or how long he’d even been holding it but when she looked down at his finger there it was. A black leather and pink lace trimmed collar with a heart shaped chain link that dingled from the front. She eyed it with trepidation, she hadn’t worn a collar since… Baekhyun unlatched it and her heart leapt. He stepped forward and placed it around her neck securly. The chill of the leather on her skin arouse goosebumps and she held her breath as he tightened it snuggly around her throat. He leant back admiring it before linking his finger through the metal loop and pulling her up to his mouth. Her breath left her in a rush at the motion, her heart hammering. Their lips brushed and she felt her body alight with taboo excitement at the feeling budding in her stomach. She hadn’t realised she had missed this type of control. Baekhyun smirked smug at the tell tale look in her eyes before swooping in to kiss her. She melted into his kiss, as deep as it was, as lingering as it was and she moaned softly in the back of her throat at the sensuality of it. As quickly as he started it it was over. His finger still in the loop of her new collar he spoke. “Also don’t even think about changing these.” With his free hand, through her dress he fisted the front of her underwear, pulling them up till they slipped through with ease past her folds rubbing roughly against her clit. She gasped, stumbling on the tips of her toes as Baekhyun stared down at her with intent. “As a reminder to you, who your real, boss is.” He let her go all at once and he stepped away from her and it was then she noticed how he was still naked and just how hard he was - yet she was the one who felt vulnerable. He had that power. ~~~ “Where is everyone else?” Baekhyun scanned the room, meeting Jongdae’s awkward gaze for a second before taking a seat opposite a stoic Sehun. Jongin sat by the heavily UV tinted window, a slight squint to his eye as he stared across the gardens. In the room was himself, Chanyeol, Sehun, Jongdae, Jongin and the man who called the meeting himself, Joonmyeon. Joonmyeon sat himself on his desk casually looking at the five of them and crossing his arms. “I want to find the Blackswans.” He finally announced “They’re dead.” Baekhyun replied with a raise of his brow. “Slaughtered by vampire hunters centuries ago.” “Not all of them.” Sehun looked uneasy across from Baekhyun, his gaze on the floor. “What makes you say that?” Jongdae interjected. Joonmyeon looked to his youngest as did Baekhyun, suspiciously. “Sehun?” He looked up, unsure of what to do with hands now that all pairs of eyes were trained on him. “Yuna said that she spent time with blackswans when she was turned.” Baekhyun’s knuckles cracked in his grip at the mention of that name. His jaw tensed and Jongdae’s eyebrows rose at the proclamation - he was not expecting that. “What else did she say?” Baekhyun’s tone was patronising, full of disbelief. “She said the Blackswans had developed some sort of ritual to turn humans into vampires.” Sehun looked anywhere but Baekhyun as he spoke. “She said that they used Tao’s blood to do it.” “That’s so obviously a lie.” Baekhyun scoffed. “You’re so gullible.” Jongin spoke next. “Tao’s body was burnt, turned to ash before we buried him.” Sehun looked to Jongdae next, his tone almost pleading. “She didn’t have a maker, if she had a maker she wouldn’t have reflected on her human life. That’s what what we’re taught, we cannot go back. But she did, she remembered who she was what she did and because of that anger she felt as a human it manifested in her vampire life to attack us. If she had a maker they wouldn’t have let her do that.” “Not every vampire has a responsible maker, that’s why not every vampire does it.” Baekhyun drones. “Do you ever think?” He sneered. “If the blackswans were still out there, why haven’t they come back?” Chanyeol spoke finally - with sense. “Fear.” Sehun replied. “If there was some survivors you can’t blame them for hiding.” “If Yuna’s story is true, if they have a ritual that creates vampires then we need to know about it.” Joonmyeon interjected. “Regardless on what she’s telling the truth about it’s about time we go looking for them again. They never stop searching for us wherever we go it’s about time we repay the favour. You’re my best trackers that’s why you’re to work together.” “Who’s to say that the vampire hunters Yuna gathered didn’t repeat history again, hmmm?” Baekhyun posed. “If she can raise an army of the same race surely she can kill another all over again.” A small knowing smile appeared on Joonmyeon’s face as he tossed a newspaper at his head. “I had a feeling you would ask....” Baekhyun looked down at the newspaper with contempt reading the title; New mayor candidate reveals hunter heritage - promise to rid the town of the ‘abominable creatures of the devil’ once and for all! “Start questioning the hunters.” Joonmyeon announced. “Do what you must but I want our Blackswans back - safe.” He rounded his desk. “Now all of you get out.”

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melonkooky · 6 years ago

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exo reaction - meeting their s/o for the first time

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genre: fluff

author’s note: i didn’t know if you wanted ot9 or ot12 but i went with ot9 since those are the current members. also i’m sorry that some are longer than the others and i also try to keep my reactions gender neutral but this reaction has feminine pronouns.

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kim minseok

xiumin had to go to the grocery store. he didn’t want to but he didn’t have all the ingredients he needed to make himself some coffee. he had a day off he was most certainly not going to use the cheap, instant coffee back at the dorm. he had the time anyway. he wandered through the aisles, appreciating the quiet as it was pretty early and no one but the members knew where he was. he had gathered all his items after a few minutes as he knew where they were, but his gut feeling was telling him to stay behind. he didn’t even realize it. he just continued to zigzag through the aisles, his eyes scanning the shelves. he had rounded an aisle corner, surprised to find a girl in it. he slowed down, noticing that you were standing up on your tiptoes, your arm reaching up in order to reach the top shelf. but you were still having trouble. you gave up, standing on your flat feet and debating whether to ask for help or never eat your favorite food ever again. then you noticed minseok, you smiled sheepishly. “do you mind helping me?” you asked.

minseok froze for a second, not expecting you to talk to him. “yeah, sure.” he walked towards you. he reached up, having to stand on his own toes for a second, and reached up to the highest shelf. he grabbed whatever his hand touched first. he pulled it down and showed it to you. “is this what you were tying to get?” he asked, a polite smile on his face. you nodded, a wide smile on your face, happy that your favorite food was in your grasp again. “thank you.”

then you finally looked at him, seeing him up close. you feel in love instantly. he had a cute face but it was quite young, and you questioned his age. it was obvious his looks were deceiving you. you didn’t want him to go. minseok smiled at you. “you want some coffee?”

you looked at him and then noticed his items in his hands. “yeah, yeah i do.”

minseok smiled widely, a hint of a nice pink in his cheeks. “come on. let’s pay.”

kim junmyeon

you had taken a lead role in a new drama. the drama was meant to be a comedy with some romance between the leads. this was your first drama as a lead so you were nervous, probably more than usual because your counterpart, who was supposed to your love interest in this drama, was kim junmyeon, also know as suho in exo. you’ve watched his other dramas and he was a great actor. you were worried that his fans wouldn’t like you working alongside him, but you also really wanted this role. it was a big step in your career. you first met suho during the script reading but neither of you talked. so you didn’t feel anything. but on the first day of shooting, you arrived after he did. when you stepped out of the car, ready for the day ahead of you, suho couldn’t help but watch. he was getting his makeup and hair done for the first part. he could tell you were nervous, so he dismissed his stylist, telling her he would only be a minute. you were making your way to your stylists. but you heard your name. you were surprised to see junmyeon heading towards you. “hey, junmyeon.” you greeted.

“hey.” he smiled at you and you found that you loved his smile.

you suddenly felt nervous next to him. “i can tell you’re nervous.” he told you. you hissed. “i’m sorry, this is just my first huge role and you’re very famous.”

“well don’t be nervous. i think we’ll get along well.” junmyeon stared at you, smiling. you were barefaced, no makeup and your hair was very simple, but he still found you pretty. you and him were going to spend the next few months together, but he was confident that things between you and him were going to continue, even after the drama was finished.

zhang yixing

you were hired to be an assistant manager, turning into a substitute for the manager, for lay. you were in charge, for the time being, of his schedules. you knew how to do your job. you went to college and had been working for sm for a while now. just today though they finally assigned you to an idol. you had a heavy weight lifted off your shoulder when a a staff member at sm informed you of this. it was a feeling of relief, because honestly sm was a little slow and you were questioning on whether you’d actually begin working. but being lay’s assistant manager meant being in china for a while. you knew chinese but you had never been to china. you had to fly there by yourself and then go to the hotel that lay was staying at temporarily. he knew you were coming today, which was good for him as he didn’t have any morning schedule. when you arrived, you went to see yixing first in order to introduce yourself. he was dressed casually and judging by the fresh smell had just showered as well. you smiled, excited to start your job finally. yixing smiled at you, “they didn’t tell me that my new manager was pretty.” he mumbled, probably not meant for you to hear.

you coughed. “um, assistant manager.”

he smiled. “why don’t we go out for breakfast this morning? and then we can talk.”

you smiled and blushed, but tried to hide it. “we’re supposed to be professionals.”

yixing shrugged. “yeah, but we also need to be close. managers are close to their idols.”

you nodded. you weren’t sure if managers were allowed to have such relationships with their idol. and you knew you had to be careful, but yixing seemed to be interested in you. it was love at first sight for him after all.

byun baekhyun

he and his fellow cbx members had traveled to another part of south korea to film an episode of their new reality show. he was very much excited. the beginning of their episode featured them holding selca-cameras and they filmed themselves while they walked around. while the chen and xiumin were walking away from baekhyun because he was starting to act goofy, baekhyun suddenly turned. the members stopped, finding that baekhyun had disappeared. they backtracked and found baekhyun in a store. he was filming himself pulling out clothes and asking the camera if they looked good on him. he was really cheeky. he found some clothes he wanted and walked to the cash register. that’s where you were. you were working at this store, finding it very boring. but then you saw byun baekhyun and your job seemed to be the best thing that has every happened to you. you tried not to overreact because you saw that he was holding a camera. when the editors were editing, they’d probably blur out your face anyway. as you began to scan baekhyun’s items, you didn’t notice that he was a nervous wreck, he found you so beautiful but he couldn’t find himself able to speak. he smiled and cocked his head to the side, trying to speak to you. when jongdae and minseok joined baekhyun, they noticed the hearts in baekhyun’s eyes and sweat on his head. they knew he was in love. when you finished you handed him his bag and his hand brushed yours in order to receive it. you blushed and was surprised to hear that he would comeback later, when your shift and his filming was finished. you made sure to work very efficiently that day in order to avoid having to work longer than your original shift. baekhyun wasn’t able to focus on filming after that moment.

kim jongdae

you were a trainee at sm entertainment. you were going to debut in a girl group soon but you had only been practicing dancing as that wasn’t your strong suit. in other words, sm was like you suck at dancing but have a good voice. but you have to be able to do both. your agency was a little on the strict side but you were able to be on the road leading to your dream. you always wanted to be an idol. there’s videos of you when you were a child singing along with a radio.

in your group, you were one of the older members. you were almost chosen to be leader but then the oldest was chosen. everyone was close but they all could sing, you were the only one that needed some lessons. you felt upset about that but you couldn’t reject this opportunity. you began taking singing lessons. afterwards your voice would hurt but you began to practice.

one night when you were in the practice room by yourself, after spending the day dancing, you sat down in front of a mirror and began singing. sometimes it was off tune and that would frustrate you. but you kept going.

outside of the room, the exo members had just finished for the day. they were all talking about going out to eat. chen, however, suddenly stopped outside of your practice room. he told the members to go without him, reasoning that he left something. but when they were gone, he quietly entered your room. your voice was loud, but at the time you were singing a powerful song. chen listened and actually got goosebumps. when you finished he scared you, but he complimented your voice. minutes later, you and him were deep in a conversation. he decided to take you out for dinner, wanting to get to know you better.

park chanyeol

you had recently joined the exo’s stylist team. it had been a few days since you started. and now, your team and the boys were in osaka for the smtown concert. you were working hard on the members, bouncing around to help whoever needed it. you were working efficiently. chanyeol had been standing around, letting whomever to do their jobs on him. he was talking to the other members when in the corner of his eye, he saw you walk into the room. you had a few supplies in your hands and you were walking fast. his head turned to watch just as your hair was pushed away from your face with the swipe of your hand. his eyes widened and he spaced out. you were the most beautful person he had ever seen, and you were working so hard and diligently, that only made you look like an angel in his eyes. suddenly he turned to a random member next to him, hitting their shoulder. “who’s that? why haven’t i seen her before?”

the member next to him, turning out to be baekhyun, grinned teasingly. “she’s new.”

chanyeol nodded. just then, a stylist approached him but he waved them off, reasoning that he wanted someone specific. much to his delight, you approached him. you smiled, a hint of blush on your cheeks. you began to fix his hair, seeing that no one has touched it. chanyeol smiled, watching as you were the one running your fingers through his hair instead of the stylist from earlier. “what’s your name?” he asked shyly.

“y/n.” you replied.

“you’re new.”

you nodded, trying to not focus on his deep voice. but his voice created butterflies in your stomach. when the group was ready to be on stage, chanyeol approached you. “i’m taking you out tonight.” he gave you a cheeky grin that made you smile.

do kyungsoo

(kyungsoo coming into your life like-)

you worked at a local seoul cafe. you were the daughter of the manager here, so it was very easy to get you a job. you enjoyed your job though. you especially enjoyed making coffee and food and then bringing them to the customers. the smiles on their faces as they were enjoying your food always made you proud. one day though, something in the cafe seemed different. there were a majority of giggly, teenage girls in the cafe. you didn’t understand. when you approached a table to give the girls the coffees they had customized personally, they asked you to transfer the order to a table near the back. at that table sat two boys. they seemed like they were trying to hide themselves. hiding a weird glance, you wandered to the table. you cleared your throat, gaining the two guys’ attention. you looked at their faces and immediately knew who they were. you suddenly felt very nervous and your once-stable hands were now shaking. you set down the coffees and told them that some girls from a few tables away had asked you to deliver to them. they nodded and then you figured that all the girls in the cafe were fans of these two guys as these two guys were kyungsoo and jongin of exo. you weren’t as excited as the girls but you did feel nervous.

you met eyes with kyungsoo and he smiled. you smiled back and bowed before returned behind the counter to continue other orders. you tried not to think about the encounter. while you were working though, kyungsoo was watching you. he had a warm glow on his face. the coffee you made was delicious and he was wondering if you were single. you seemed to be around his age, maybe a little younger. but even in an apron and casual clothing, he thought you looked cute. he approached you, knowing that everyone in the cafe was watching, but he didn't care. “hey, do you have a break sometime in the day?”

you nodded and told him when you went on break.

“let’s have a coffee then, i can stay here and wait.”

he was so polite and it turned you into a blushing mess. “y-yeah, i’m almost done.”

kim jongin

kai first saw you at an awards ceremony. you had floated past his table in a beautiful dress, with outstanding beauty. you were walking up to the stage to receive an award for best new artist. you can’t blame kai for not knowing who you were because he was busy with his own career and comeback and hadn’t been paying attention much to recent music news. he heard your name from the announcer and watched intently as you bowed and politely thanked the announcer for the award, a shy blush and smile present. and when you reached the microphone to give your speech, kai’s mouth dropped. your voice sounded so beautiful and he could only imagine the music you have made in the past year.

after the awards show, there was a small “meeting” where all the artists to gather and catch up. kai was shy but he also wanted to talk to you before he lost his chance. he saw you surrounded by a few girl groups members and other solo singers. many were your friends and many were congratulating you. kai felt like he was standing out but after the girls left, he approached you. your eyes widened seeing kim jongin in front of you. he was one of the people you looked up to and you were surprised to see him. you froze but the expression on your face made kim jongin smile, he found it adorable. “y/n, right?” he asked, just to strike a conversation. of course he knew your name.

you nodded. jongin congratulated you and you thanked him with a stutter and a smile. he was so much better looking up close than from the music videos and clips you watch. and he was so sweet and shy. he asked you if you wanted to get some coffee or food sometime. you were shocked but you agreed with your heart beating happily in your chest. you most definitely were starting a new chapter in your life. it was like love at first sight for the both of you.

oh sehun

you were a model. not one of those famous ones where the entire country knows who you are. just a pretty lady who enjoyed featuring on magazines. although over the internet, you are what many would call an ulzzang, which is how you got into the modeling business. recently you were asked to feature with a celebrity and you were shocked because you never had been asked this. usually you do pictures solo or with other models. they didn’t tell you who the celebrity was so you didn’t know who you were expecting. so when you entered the set where the photo shoot was taking place, you froze. they didn’t tell you that were modeling with the infamous maknae of the group exo: the one and only, oh sehun. you questioned where you were up to this, honestly. did the people who hired you really thought you were the right fit for this? you were nervous. you tried to think of how you were going to talk to him while your face and hair were getting worked on. after you put on the first outfit, they led you to where sehun was. you smiled and bowed politely as you entered his presence. but upon seeing you, sehun smiled shyly. he found you outstandingly pretty which made him feel nervous. normally he wasn’t nervous when he was doing a photo shoot as big as this one. “hey.” he started.

“i’m y/n.”

he smiled, your name echoing in his head. “you’re...pretty...” he managed to compliment.

you blushed, your eyes as wide as they can be. “t-t-thank y-you.”

the both of you were a blushing mess, but the both of you also had the likes for each other. you two were eager to hang out after the pictures were done.

#kim minseok #kim junmyeon #zhang yixing #byun baekhyun #kim jongdae #park chanyeol #do kyungsoo #kim jongin #oh sehun #xiumin #suho #lay #chen #kai #exo reaction #exo #exo fluff #d.o

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15001700tt · 6 years ago

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Movie Nights

Junmyeon x @peachangkyvn

A/N: or reader insert if you want

Supernatural AU, Werewolf, vampire and witch AU

Word count: 2,553

Little something I did so I can get creativity back!

its also inspired by Suho’s ice cream truck by @tsucheri

Moving out is supposed to be the best experience ever, considering that most people move out to go to another city, looking for a job, adventure, and freedom from the past and the parents. But not this case, I moved out and stayed in the same town with the same past and the same friends. The streak of adventure didn't come from my surroundings,. It came from me and my selective friends that I've decided to keep. I admit moving to another city was tempting but not as tempting as my dream apartment and dream job. Which is funny because usually, that's somewhere else other than your hometown. Nevertheless, it's my life and I am content.

I have kept the same group of friends that I can with the exception of those who moved away, and it's not like I didn't make new friendships, I made plenty. My neighbors are the sweetest. My apartment building is built so that three apartments were on each floor. On my left, I had a cute college couple that is barely home but when they are, never fail to invite me over to dinners. And on my right, an old classmate from high school that is very shy.

His name is Kim Junmyeon, his shyness didn't seem to be a barrier between him and people, he had quite a lot of friends. So when he bumped into me the day I was moving in it was no surprise that he would greet me and act like we're closer than we really were. But after a while, I got used to it, because to be honest, he was just really friendly.

I got introduced into his group of friends and they welcomed me with open arms, they called it ‘ a fresh breath of estrogen’. Like I mentioned he's friends with a lot of people but his closest were 8 men who seemed more like overgrown puppies than anything.

But there was one thing he didn't share with his friends, our movie nights on Wednesdays. It was the middle of the week and somehow both of us have that day free with his busy schedule and mine. But a month after I moved in, he invited me to a movie. And I the tradition stuck. Usually, it was at mines, but if he was practically lazy, we would spend it at his.

It was purely platonic from both ends, except a little detail. In high school, I had a huge crush on him and we weren't that close to even have a conversation beyond greetings. I am a grown woman now and those feelings disappeared.

The movie nights continued, now its been almost two years and the tradition is still upheld, except now its once a month since it was getting harder with their ever-changing schedules and work. Junmyeon never really misses them but there are times where he does, and those times that he does miss, the next day he looks like a complete wreck.

It happened again so I decided that maybe his immune system is getting weaker as he exhausts himself more at work. I made him some porridge and packed some medicines before making my way next door. It was around 8 at night. Before I could even knock I heard a couple of voices inside that sounded strangely like Chanyeol and Sehun.

“What do you mean?” he hissed.

“They’ve been circling your apartment building for the last couple of nights”

“so they already know that I am here”

“They can smell her on you, it won't be long before they figure it out,” Sehun stated back.

“You really have to tell her, it's getting more dangerous as the years pass, and now the damn danger is right outside your door,” Chanyeol adds in.

“But it's not even possible, tonights a full moon which means that my scent should overtake hers” he paused. His head turned to the door, his eyes widened.

I ran back into my apartment before he could open the door. My heart was beating erratically as I tried to take a few breaths to calm it. I have no idea what they meant but they sounded serious and they're never that serious and they weren't making any sense anyway.

I tried to push it far away from my mind as I can. I decided that I’ll just sleep this off.

“You know, when I said I can help you with anything, I really didn't mean it like this” a voice hissed into the night as they sneaked into her apartment.

“I never thought I’d have to do this. I thought I had enough time” another snapped back

“You had more than 6 years you dumbass!” they sounded strangely like Minseok, Junmyeon, and Sehun.

Just do it so we can get out of here in time.” a new voice sighed, Chanyeol. A snap was heard in the silence of the night. And then another one.

“It's not working.” Minseok sighed.

“What do you mean?” Chanyeol and Sehun whispered.

“There's a block between her memories and my magic, somethings wrong” he frowned.

“You said this would work if she’s sleeping” Junmyeon stated

“That’s how it works, but somehow it's not working for her.”

“Maybe I am not completely sleeping.” I turned and opened my eyes fully. The four men jumped away from my bed.

“Uhh, I can explain” Junmyeon stuttered. Sehun glanced at his watch, he nudged Chanyeol.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I snapped.

“Uhhh were very sorry, well explain later, but we have to go” Chanyeol hurried and dragged the three other men out her front door.

“Oh no, you don't” I ran out and slammed my front door and throwing open his.

“You're explaining now.”

“You can't be here.” Minseok ushered but I wouldn't budge. My eyes were glued to the sight in front of me. Junmyeon, Chanyeol, and Sehun turned a sickly yellow before collapsing in the living room. Junmyeon laid on his couch while the tall men laid on the ground as they started to groan in pain.

“Wh-whats happening to them?” I stuttered. Normal people don't turn yellow in a span of three seconds. Minseok glanced at the clock and sighed.

“3 minutes before midnight” he murmured.

“Why is that important, they need help” I scrambled to my own apartment. I looked for any painkillers but couldn't find any, damn I need to buy some. I discarded the thought and went to get some towels and ice-cold water.

When I made my way back to the apartment, Minseok sprang up to his feet.

“You're back!” his confused voice rang in my head. I am back, in the danger zone, oh well fuck it, they need my help.

“Help me turn Chanyeol over,” I ordered him as I made my way to Chanyeol’s side to roll him on his back.

“Ohh I wouldn't touch him right now,” he warned. “He's in a lot of pain, he's also not in his right mind he mig-” he was caught off by the sound of feet entering the room. Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Jongin. They looked shocked to find me here with a towel in my hand near Chanyeol.

“Fine,” I mumbled and pressed the cold cloth to the back of his neck instead. I made my way to Sehun and pressed a cloth to his forehead and did the same with Junmyeon.

“Shes not freaking out” Jongin whispered to Baekhyun, he nodded as he observed me.

“I can hear you” I turned to the pair. A rapid knock broke our intense stare off before I went to get it. It was Kyungsoo and Yixing who looked frazzled and in a hurry and not happy to see me at all.

“No no you cannot be here” Yixing rasped out. Kyungsoo gently pushed her inside and closed the door behind Yixing.

“They made their way to the living room where the rest were.

“They know she's here.” Kyungsoo filled them in as the sick boys groaned.

“What is going on?” I tried to ask but they weren't really listening to me anymore.

“YO! Who knows I am here?” their heads snapped to her direction.

“Bad people really bad people” Yixing stated.

“Shes not freaking out” Kyungsoo murmured.

“Yeah, I am confused too” Jongdae answered. Minseok rolled his eyes before turning to me and baring his very animalistic fangs at me and changing his normal brown eye color to a blood red.

“Vampire” he pointed at himself and then pointing towards Jongin and Baekhyun “The same thing” before pointing toward Kyungsoo and Yixing and Baekhyun and saying

“Shapeshifters” my eyes were wide t this point.

“These three are werewolves, I am guessing,” I said in the most casual voice I can muster. I paused before continuing, “I am guessing with the full moon and all”

“You're smart” Baekhyun winked at me, immediately Minseok hit his arm.

“You're not human are you?” he said as he gave me a pointed look. I cringed. This is why I didn't want to move, but I am regretting that choice now.

“I am a descendant.” I sighed as I revealed my past.

“What the hell is that?” Jongdae asked.

“She has witch genes in her blood but she’s not a witch” Kyungsoo explains.

“I can make potions though, it's cool” I murmur as I rotate the cold cloths on the heavy breathing Junmyeon. His eyes were turning a slightly golden, I brushed my hand against his hot skin.

“I am his mate aren't I?” I state, silence overtakes the room. They all nod their heads in silence.

I bite my lips before mentally searching for the list of things I need to be able to at least help Junmyeon.

“Have you called Hyo Gun and Sang-Soo yet? I can only help Junmyeon at this point” I stated as I stared at the stoic boys in front of me, I guess they were expecting this.

I checked my watch 12:50

“Yes, they're on their way” “what do you think you're going?”

“I have most of the ingredients but I am missing some, some I am going to the convenience store keep an eye on them,” I said in a hast as I went to open the door.

“You can't, bad people are outside.” Yixing reminded me,

“Why do you think they haven't broken in yet?” I questioned, “I have a spell protecting the building and on me., ill be fine” I assured.

“I thought you said that you can't cast spells,” Kyungsoo asked

“I am half witch half descendent” I explain, “my mom was a full witch while my dad is a descendent.” nice all the secrets come out tonight. I glanced back at Junmyeon he still looked sick but was now passed out.

“I'll be fine” I assured again before walking out. I planned to go to the 24-hour convenience store for some meds and the ingredients for the healing potion I am making. As I arrived I already sensed the bad aura the three guys hanging in the back had. I kept my cool and went through the isle that I needed and gave them no attention, as they clearly knew who I am. My phone gave a shrill ring. I hastily picked it up with the bag in my hands.

“Where are you?” Baekhyun asked.

“I am almost done, I making my way back after I pay.” I glanced at the cashier and then eyed the three men. I sighed this isn't going to end well.

“I might be late” I stated before hanging up and not bothering to hear Baekhyun frantic response. I went to the register and paid for everything and started to make my way home again before noticing two things, the three men were following me, and I got a message saying that the girls are waiting for me so I wouldn't have to walk alone. I decided that if I am going to use my powers tonight I’d rather it not be in front of the sweet girls. I sighed again, I hate this. Well not my powers, the part where I damage their egos and accidentally kill them.

I set down the bags and turn to face them. I keep my face as blank as possible. They don't try to hide the fact that they are werewolves and morph right away, greenish-yellow eyes stare at mine as they stalk towards me. I feel my body already starting to prepare itself for the next spells and castings. The one in the middle is the one that goes first, a binding spell keeps him locked in his position. One of the left snarls at me, I feel offended so I blasted that one with an energy spell. The right one growls and charges towards me at full speed and I didn't have time to deter him off his track so I just put up a protection spell around me. By now the left of recovered and was snapping his jaw at me.

I don't want to play any more games so I just cast a revocation spell. The left one slowly and painfully turns into a human before dying. The right one witnessing what I just did, snapped his jaw at me and charged, this time I can see the fear in his eyes. I cast a force spell that knocks the wolf out of the day and into a nearby tree and knocks it out. The one in the center is still bound and looks very much scared. I smiled and cast a banishing spell so he can never come here again, taking one look at the knocked out wolf and the one trembling in front of me I cast forgetful spells on both of them before picking up my bags once more.

I met up with the girls and went up the apartment complex. The boys scrambled to get up. I looked at the watch to see how long it took me, 2:30 AM wow. Sang-Soo and Hyo Gun make their way straight to the two boys, while I stay back and settle in the kitchen to make the potions I need for him.

“How long does it usually last?” I asked, so I can get the measurement for the pinewood right.

“Until 4 AM” Jongin responds.

“Why do you have blood on your face” Baekhyun stated.

“Ran into a couple of omegas, they attacked me, I defended myself” I shrugged as I wiped it off. A growl rang through the air, I hurriedly went to sit next Junmyeon.

“I am here, not my blood” I reassured him, his eyes were still yellow.

“I'll kill them” it was between a growl and a snarl.

“You can't do that, I already did” I whispered. He didn't seem to be in as much pain anymore since he had the power to look shocked.

“What?” I demanded softly. “only one, there were three”

“We’re going to have a long chat” he gasped out as he went into more waves of pain.

“Fun” I rolled my eyes. I headed back into the kitchen. Once I finished the potions I needed, I made my way back into the living room.

“Great, I guess we're going to have our movie night with company.”

#exo #exo-writers-net #junmyeon #suho #halie writes #exoot9

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fictionalarsonist · 7 years ago

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exo_baekhyun | HOAX pt.4

Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.

Requested by anon

pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader (gender neutral) ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, yixing, suho, sehun, jongin, suju siwon content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 5K

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… As it has been said in a song series 04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you know” - But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD

a/n: once again, i want to thank @bts-writes for beta-reading my mess. thank you, sweetie! (-ω-) ++i think this will be a little longer than I thought it would *smile nervously*

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You keep telling him to not let other people’s mindset get to him, but that never really got to him in the first place. Well, at least he thinks so anyway. He’s far too used to the bad-mouthing and prejudice, he’s used to be tossed aside from everywhere because who’s he to deserve anything better? He’s used to be looked down on and keep being who he’s born to be. Which is a fatherless crook with a set destiny, there’s nothing to it.

People who have other types of lives, people who has a choice wouldn’t understand and he doesn’t want nor need them to. Then, there’s you and you have everything, yet still you come and take him by his hand like this. He shouldn’t let it get to him, he knew that night and he knows even better now.

Of course, you don’t know, and he makes sure no one else does, that every second or so his eyes drift towards you during classes. You’re focused, obliviously determined with your studies while he sits there, clueless about where to go with all of it. You did plant a seed of hope somewhere inside him, but he doesn’t know what to do with it and he planned on telling you about the possibilities of disappointing you during lunch, but that’s when you let him feel all of that again. Everything he felt that night and he cannot argue with it.

Looking around him Baekhyun knows he doesn’t belong there, everything he accomplished so far is thanks to Mr. Kim’s manipulations, thanks to his mother, he never really did anything to deserve being in the most prominent class, even if he had good grades before when he did attempt something, this is different. He does understand why people look down on him, but now it hurts to think about it because you’re making him believe he’s something better.

Baekhyun wants to try proving them wrong, follow your lead even knowing he places last when he’s anywhere close to you and seeing you in class proves it. He wouldn’t let you know how his pen trembled on his hands and the letters danced on his eyes when he was handled that paper or how cold sweat ran down his back when he tried taking notes.

He leaves class before it ends, as if there are hound dogs chasing him. The boys in the restroom leave as soon as he walks in and that’s fortunate because he wants to be alone, in fact, he feels like smoking, but he knows the teachers are looking for any opportunity to kick him out of school now they have a chance and even if he dared, he left his pack of cigarettes in his beloved Porshe. Just a precaution to let himself surrender into his usual reckless behavior.

Throwing his backpack on the floor, under the sink, Baekhyun unbuttons his shirt a little and splashes some water on his face. His damp hair falls on his eyes and he brushes them back with his fingers, taking a couple of deep breathes and licking his lips.

What a mad world this place is. He feels suffocated and trapped by all of this. His heart beats like crazy for reasons different reasons when he’s with you, different from when he’s racing with his friends, different than when he’s being beaten up by his older brother. Looking at the mirror in front of him, to that person dressed in a school uniform, staring back at him with a fierce glare and arrogant expression. Baekhyun can’t recognize this stranger. It supposed to be a reflection, but nothing in it shows how he really feels.

This scary, heartless crook piercing him with his eyes is the same he’s seen looking back and smirk at him his whole life, Baekhyun can’t understand why he feels like facing a stranger now. Someone ignorant to this turmoil rambling inside of him with something that resembles what others would probably call panic biting sharply around the corners. Baekhyun wonders how could you of all people see past this. His hair falls on his face again and he focuses on arranging something nice enough. Why does he feels like being suffocated?

Baekhyun grips tightly on the edges of the sink because everything else is a crazy mess around him, he doesn’t realize his white knuckles nor that the voices he’s hearing is all in his head. There are no teachers making bitter comments indirectly to him, there are no side glares from students in this empty restroom, still everything is so damn real and it all seems to crush him. It’s much worse than the beating he got the night before. Physical pain is nothing close to this, whatever this is, the piece of trash mocking him from the mirror tells him he’s going to fail at this, he’s going to screw it all up, just like everything he’s done with everything else so far.

“Hey, Baek!”, Jongdae’s voice echoes to Baekhyun, “the boys are waiting–”, Baekhyun doesn’t know when he closed his eyes, “Baekhyun!”

Jongdae grips on Baekhyun’s shoulders and shakes him until he’s friend is looking back at him.

“This worried look doesn’t suit you”

“You looked like you’re about to die or something. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, Baekhyun forces himself to stand up straight, “What did you say about the boys?”

“They’re waiting”

“Tell them to go ahead. You too. I won’t take long.”

“You think you can drive like this?”

“I’m okay”, he guarantees

“You don’t look like you’re okay”

“Who do you think I am? Just go. Make sure they’re ready.”

“Baek! Are you sure of what you’re doing? If Mr. Kim finds out--”, Jongdae trails off and places his hand Baekhyun shoulder, holding firmly this time, “Listen, I talked to Minseok, alright? He said we can call it off.”

“Yeah? So what should I tell Jongin when he wakes up? Sorry about your headache kid, but we chickened out because the grumpy old man glared at me? C’mon!”

“Jongin wouldn’t blame you for not doing anything in a situation like this”,

Baekhyun shrugs. “I don’t see the old man doing anything to stop me, Jongs. That means he wants something to happen and is using Jongin, your little brother, for this. Is that okay with you?”

“You think he’ll give Suho’s turf to you?”

“Fuck no!”, Baekhyun scoffs with a smirk, “He just wants to know what Suho is really capable of aside from barking nonsense like a lap dog--”, Jondgae tries to stop him and Baekhyun shrugs his friend’s hand off his shoulder, “No, Jongs! He has to pull his head out of his ass for once. He shouldn’t look down on people and I don’t mind being the one to teach him that.”

Baekhyun doesn’t realize he just repeated your words so effortesly until he hears Jongdae’s voice again, speaking through a defeated sigh.

“Alright, let’s do it your way”

Baekhyun nods and pats his friend’s shoulder. “Tell Minseok to get to it”

Baekhyun glances at the mirror when Jongdae walks out and that crook is staring back at him again.

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The expensive office is trashed and the only light are coming from the windows that don’t have the blinds ragged during the fight while the others are still closed.

“You fuck--ing prick”, Suho hisses, gripping on Baekhyun’s pants who’s almost wrecked as him, “Dad will–”

“Now, that’s funny, older brother. Someone at your age calling for daddy like this… Isn’t this your fault for looking down on me?”

Baekhyun laughs mockingly and shakes his leg off Suho’s grip before crouching down next to the older boy who’s having a hard time breathing and keeping one eye open when the other is already swollen with a dark shade of purple.

“Think carefully--”, Suho’s threat sounds like a plea and that has Baekhyun poking his teeth with his tongue to avoid smiling, afraid his lower lip would be ripped apart if he do.

“Why’d you think the old man let you get your ass beaten up by me, huh?”, he provokes, tapping his nail on Suho’s cheek, “You should be the one using your brain here. Now, listen carefully, alright? If I ever hear about you or the old man trying to play games with my friends again, I’ll make sure to go all the way next time. Did I make myself clear?”

Baekhyun’s glare has Suho’s swallowing hard, this time he doesn’t look playful and there’s no sign of the usual cockiness in his expression. Suho looks away, muttering an agreement. Baekhyun’s not an ignorant moron, he knows exactly what these words will trigger for him, but truth be told he’s tired of being tossed and turned as a play thing between Mr. Kim and Suho to solve their own issues.

The reason why he started this was really because of Jongdae’s younger brother, Jongin, ended up real bad after what happened that night in the construction site. He knows Jongdae blames himself for letting his brother follow him even when Baekhyun told the youngster to stay back like Sehun. But, Baekhyun saw Suho’s smile when he struck Jongin in the head. ‘This should be you’, it was written all over Suho’s face when he looked at Baekhyun once Jongin fell at his feet.

“Baek--”

Baekhyun snaps his eyes at Jongdae and just by the way his friend looks at Suho, he can tell Jongdae’s worried.

“Tell Minseok to come up here.”

“Baekhyun—”, he’s ignored.

“We have to take over”

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“We came a long way,” Baekhyun said, standing up and turning his back to Suho who is already passed out on the floor, “We don’t have much to lose now. Call Yixing too. His vacation in China is over, we need him here.”

He’s hurt and tired and an all-around mess. Now that his boys are cleaning up the building, Jongdae has everything under control and he trusts his friend wholeheartedly to take care of whatever comes up, for now he just needs a moment. The only quiet place he finds is what is left of the office after Suho is taken away, this will be his now. Though the one sitting on that chair will be Yixing for sometime.

The city lights bathe part of the office, peeking through the broken and ragged blinds creating odd patterns. When Baekhyun sits down on that spot with his knees pulled up to his chest, one of his hands holding his phone and a lighted cigarette, while the other nestled closed to him because it hurts like hell. Somehow, there’s just one thing he can think of.

To Y/n: Don’t get into trouble tonight

You smile at your phone before typing a reply.

From Y/n: You ran out of class today. I was worried

Baekhyun hesitates a little before replying.

To Y/n: I had to take care of something. It was important

Your reply takes a while to arrive, but when it pops up on Baekhyun’s screen, his lips curls into a half smile.

From Y/n: Something about your brother again?

From Y/n: Are you okay?

What would he expect from you? He tilts his head, typing the simple reply. His cigarette is burning away behind his phone.

To Y/n: I’m fine.

Baekhyun inhales a lungful of smoke, your reply comes right after.

From Y/n: You said that last night too.

From Y/n: So, does this mean something happened?

His fingers hover over the keyboard as he blows out the smoke burning his throat and Baekhyun doesn’t really know what to reply. He doesn’t want to lie to you, but he doesn’t want to get you in his mess, much less disappoint you. He blinks a few times as if this would clean his mind as he leans his head back against the wall behind him, looking at the ceiling. Another lungful of smoke and he looks around the place. How can he talk to you in a moment like this?

Baekhyun takes a long drag and rubs his eyes with the knuckle of his thumb. Stretching out one of his legs, he groans when the muscle pulls at the wrong places, he focusing on blowing out the smoke. Looking around the messy office what you said to him comes to his mind, he remembers the way you held his hand and looked in his eyes while speaking to him, you faced that same cold-hearted bastard he sees in the mirror every day, still you saw someone different.

“—where you come from, what you are right now. These things don’t define you, they don’t define your future.”, it’s almost as if he can hear you saying it to him again. But, what would you say if you saw all of this? Would you believe in the bastard that just sent Suho to a hospital for revenge or would you still see him as the golden-hearted Baekhyun? There’s just one of him and this is it. The homeroom teacher is right, everyone knows better than expect anything good from him, so why do you?

It’s really as if at the moment he’s with you, he’s really someone else, someone different than that cold-hearted bastard that is attempting to destroy his own family. What he did certainly was not what you meant when you said all that to him, you’d be disappointed if you knew. But what he did can’t be taken back. So what should he do now? Taking another drag on his cigarette, he looks at the phone screen and another message arrives.

From Y/n: Is it /that/ bad?

He takes another drag on his cigarette before typing.

To Y/n: I have to go.

To Y/n: Let’s meet at that place tomorrow, I’ll bring us lunch.

Your reply comes right after.

From Y/n: If you’re hurt, then stay home tomorrow.

From Y/n: I can take notes for you.

Baekhyun doesn’t notice his smile when he reads it and his answer comes out naturally.

To Y/n: No. I’ll go.

He’s smiling like a fool, even if his lip hurts and he didn’t realize his cigarette has burned out

From Y/n: Then, let me make the lunch tomorrow, instead.

When Minseok knocks on the open door to announce himself he really can’t believe the person he see sitting there is really Baekhyun. How long has it been since last saw Baekhyun really smiling? Even when Baekhyun’s looking at him his expression is much different from that arrogant façade he’s been wearing the past years.

“What?”, Minseok likes how Baekhyun doesn’t force a command or an unnecessary boredom when he speaks.

“You gotta see this?”, Minseok replies after a moment

“Can you take care of it? I have to go somewhere”, Minseok watches as Baekhyun puts his jacket on, hissing at the pain when he moves his one arm that is hurt, “Call me if anything comes up”

“Sure”, Minseok frowns and follows as Baekhyun walks past him

“I’m going out for a bit, okay?”, Baekhyun tells Jongdae when he passes by the other who’s busy giving orders.

“Are you going to drive with your arm like this?”, Jongdae frowns and Minseok stops him

“Wait, I’ll call one of the boys to drive you”

“No, it’s okay”, Baekhyun pats his friend’s back before walking away,

“Where are you going?”, Minseok half-yells

“To the hospital!”, Baekhyun replies without thinking

“You wha– Byun Baekhyun! Don’t lie~!”

Jongdae’s yells bounces off the walls of the trashed building, but Baekhyun’s doesn’t bother replying. Simply smiles playfully while waving to his friends with his one good hand while the doors to the elevator closes.

You wave goodnight and goodbye to your friend at the usual crossroad and your phone buzzes in your pocket.

From Baekhyun: Class president, is it okay for you to just walk around in a desert place so late at night?

You look around and half-smiles when you see the red Porshe parked not too far from you. Baekhyun waves at you with his phone and you can’t avoid noticing his arm pulled strangely against his chest. You hurry to meet him there.

“I told you wouldn’t want to see it”, he tells you when you try looking closer at his arm and winces when you try to have a better look.

“This looks broken. You should be in a hospital”, your attention is on his arms, but his eyes are on you, “I can’t help you with this one”

You pay closer attention to his face, the purple marks and cuts are worse than what he had the night before and without thinking you reach out to touch them. Too focused to notice how his eyes wander on your feature, the worry and carefulness he saw the night before are there again. It’s almost like his heart is melting, that crook that stares at him in the mirrors can’t seem to feel this. It’s really as if at this moment, he’s someone else, someone different than that cold-hearted bastard he was so sure to be not too long ago.

“The cuts are open again. You really should—”, you gasp, surprised when Baekhyun leans down to kiss you, cupping your cheek.

Much like the night before, his kiss is sweet, almost chaste at first. He’s always careful, but not with him because he pulls you close to him despite his broken arm. His thumb massages your cheek, his hand slides down your neck to cradle your head. When he tries to pull a little closer with his arm around your waist, he’s reminded of his state and pulls back, wincing with pain.

“You really should go to a hospital”

“It’s okay. I’ll call the doctor when I get home”, you step back and tilt your head, looking up at him with a frown, “What?”

“Baekhyun”, there goes his heart stumbling again, “Do you have a problem with hospitals?”, he hesitates before replying

“No”

“Really?”

You cross your arms stubbornly and Baekhyun looks away licking his lips. It’s quite amazing how you seem to read him so easily, something even bigger than that is how you just seem to turn into this person that makes that unlucky, scary bastard he’s grown to look nothing but a shady stranger he forgets about easily and Baekhyun still trying to figure out how you do what you do to him. When it comes to you, he has more questions than answers.

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His heart is racing one mile per second the moment he stops the car in front of the hospital and it takes Baekhyun more than he’d ever admit walking into the building without hyperventilating. He wishes he could smoke, that’d ease some of this anxiety crawling its way up in him

Baekhyun doesn’t like the smells, the nurses much less doctors, the overly bright lights all around him— All that has Baekhyun’s hesitating during the two minutes time the nurse went and came back with the response that the doctor would see him right away.

“And you’re really here!” The young doctor really seems surprised when Baekhyun walks in his room without any ceremony, “Good night to you too, Baek!”

Siwon stands up right away, knowing fairly well how Baekhyun deals with hospitals.

“Why didn’t you just called?” He asks again.

Baekhyun’s obviously too nervous to say something at first and for some time, he take his time between examining, diagnosing, and talking Baekhyun down from his agitated state of mind due this hospital phobia he has.

“There’s something I want to ask you”, Baekhyun says out of nowhere after refusing any conversation and Siwon glances up at him while working a cast around his arm.

Siwon looks up but his eyes find a very different expression on Baekhyun’s face, something much different than that cold indifference he always seems to wear.

“What is it?”

Baekhyun makes a pause and bites the inside of his cheek. It’s like Siwon’s seeing that playful and easily hyped boy again after so long.

“How did you walk out of that world?” Siwon frowns

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone says the only escape from this world is the afterlife, but you— You made it out and has a successful career as a doctor. How did you do it?”, Siwon finishes and after taking off the gloves he leans back.

“That world isn’t a place someone leaves, Baek. It comes back to bite when you least expect, I just consider myself lucky to find a comfortable position that allows me to play dumb”, Siwon says with a bitter half-smile playing on his lips, “It’s worse than you think”

Baekhyun keeps himself quiet, pondering Siwon’s answer by himself until the painkiller had some effect on him along with his tiredness. He barely noticed being taken to a private room before drifting to sleep.

“Baek?”, Jongdae barges into his room, “You’re really here! Why? How bad is it? I didn’t know Suho could really do anything–”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. How did you know I was here?”

“Siwon called me. Since when you come all the way to the hospital for nothing?

“I need you to drive me home”

“Sure, my car’s outside”

“No!”, Baekhyun’s feeling quite sleepy already, “I can’t let Baby stay parked here��

“So— You want me to drive your Baby?” Jongdae asks suspiciously, “—the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I can’t drive like this.”, Baekhyun tries to sit up and Jongdae hurries to help him lean back, “How are things back there?”

“I left Minseok in charge, so don’t worry about it”, Jongdae himself is worried sick, Baekhyun can tell.

“How about Yixing?”

“He’s taking the first flight”

“Good”, Baekhyun swallows thickly, it’s getting hard to stay awake, “I can’t let that person see me like this—”, he mumbles unknowingly.

“Who?”

“Y/n”, Jongdae sighs and watches as Baekhyun drifts into sleep.

Baekhyun wakes up with the alarm on his phone ringing annoyingly and he naturally reaches for where supposed to be his nightstand, except that it’s not there. He tries reaching to the other side, not there, he tries taunting around the bed, but this bed is smaller than his. Where is he? Still feeling drowsy and dizzy he raises his head to look around and even if he takes a moment or two he recognizes Jongdae’s guest bedroom.

“Morning”, Jongdae mocks at him when Baekhyun walks in the kitchen

Baekhyun groans in reply, his whole body aches and his arm in a cast itches.

“Why am here?” The view from the wall-size window from the penthouse is gorgeous, but Baekhyun is used to it.

“Apparently Mr. Kim is letting Suho go berserk”, he watches as Baekhyun sits down across from him at the table, “I ordered breakfast”, he pushes the package to Baekhyun

“He must know I’m here”, the younger says while gulping down on the coffee

“I’m sure he does. It’s still safer than being at his house”

“Where’s my uniform?”

“What? You’re going to school? Are you insane?”

“Can you drive me there?”

“Hey! Baek, aren’t you going a little too far for that person?”

“Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

Jongdae can’t really believe even he’s walking by Baekhyun’s side in the school hallways. He follows his friend to the classroom and obviously, every student on their way step aside, glancing at them and whispering their theories between themselves about how they got so messed up and who did it, not that any of it bothers any of them or the others following behind them.

The homeroom teacher tries hiding an amused smile the moment he walks in class and right after the morning greeting and the roll call, he announces the date to the first ranking-worth quiz says: “If you studied hard and dedicated yourself to your future, then there’s nothing to worry about, but—”, the man pauses and makes sure to direct a pointed look at Baekhyun,, “If you come to school to kill time, take some consideration on your classmate’s reputation and just don’t show up.”

During lunch, you find him sitting on the floor of the balcony, eyes closed and head resting against the wall with a frown and it’s the sounds of your steps that makes him open his eyes.

“Worried about your score?” You ask playfully

“No”, his lips are pulled to one side in an un-humorous smile, “I already know how it’ll turn out?”

“How?” He follows your movements as you seat next to him

“I don’t think I should show up that day”, he chuckles bitterly to himself.

“It’s just a quiz”, you turn to look at him, “If you go through the workbooks and some notes, it’ll be okay”, he blinks a couple of times when he looks at you.

“I’m not that smart”, Baekhyun comments with amusement

“I heard the teachers saying you used to get high grades before”, you say matter-of-factly

“Of all the rumors about me you listen to this one?” He shakes his head, “What about the others?”

“What about them?” You ask as you open the lunchbox you made for the both of you, he doesn’t say anything, so you look up and he’s are already waiting

“Shouldn’t you ask me about them? If they’re true?” You tilt your head when he interrupts himself for a moment, “Isn’t there anything you want to ask me about what you saw that day between me and my older brother? Or why am I like this?” Baekhyun raises his casted arm a little to make a point, “About this or Mr. Kim’s business. About what happened with other students these past three years. All that. Aren’t you curious about those things? How much of a bad person I really am, how wrong about me you can be?”

“You protect the students that are considered a nobody, so they join you when they feel grateful and protected. Whatever happens between you and your brother is a family matter, why would I want to ask something like this?”

Baekhyun’s fascinated and his eyes searches yours as you lean your arm on his knee that is pulled up close to his chest and you rest your chin on your arm. He tries to justify this weird thing he feels, something that – as stupid as it sounds – feels like a million butterflies in his stomach.

For a moment or two you don’t say anything, and he doesn’t either, it’s a necessary silence in which Baekhyun knows you’re not just playing some sort of trick nor trying to deceive him in any way, like that night, you’re speaking honestly to him and it warms up his heart once again. The stubborn organ, against his will, starts a race on its own and maybe looking into your eyes like that is too much, but he can’t just look away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in what kind of bad person you push yourself to be or what others picture you. I want to know the Baekhyun that is willing to push his friends away just, so they can lead life a better without him.”

You make a pause and reach out to brush the red strand of hair that falls on his forehead in a perfect wave, his hair is soft and smooth and his eyes wavers on yours while his heart runs wild.

“Baekhyun!”, there it goes his heart stuttering again, “A real rotten, bad person doesn’t have loyal friends”, he reaches up to take your hand in his and his fingers intertwined with yours, like a second nature.

“Why are you so good to me?”

“There too much people looking down on you. Someone has to remind you about the good person you are too”

Your smile is much brighter than the sun shining above that blue, clear sky. Baekhyun has never felt this lucky in his life

“Oh!”, he tilts his head when you pull back with a surprised expression.

“What?”

“This smile of yours”, you point at the open and easy smile he just mindlessly gave you, a natural reaction to yours, “it’s the first time I see it!”, and, no, Baekhyun’s definitely not blushing, it’s just the weather getting to him, “I want to take a picture”

You try pulling your phone out and he tries to snatch from your hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a picture!”

“No! Forget it!”

“Why~? You look adorable smiling like that.”

“What kind of nonsense are you—”, you giggle and manages to take a blurry picture, “Don’t!”

“Cute! Byun Baekhyun is a shy boy~”

“Whoa! Y/n is a bully!” He teases, “Who would know?”

The world is fireworks, smiles and full of warmth and peaceful when you’re with Baekhyun, when he’s surrounded by you. It’s so easy to dive into this new world he didn’t knew he needed. He’s just fine with this even if it only exists when the two of you are together secretly like this, everywhere else you’re the perfect straight A student, kind and neat.

The juniors admire you, the basketball team is successful thanks to how much hard work you pour on the club even when you’re working so hard with cram school too and even with all that you still find time for volunteer work during the weekend at the community nursery home with your mother.

Aside from his best friends, no one knows about what he has with you and it’s better this way. He’s still the bastard everyone sees him at, he’s still in a cold-war with his own family over the business he took over, maybe he’s greedy for keeping you as well. Everyone would see something like this isn’t right. However, you still choose to be with him, it’s almost like a miracle.

The harsh world he lives in with all the daggers pointing at him seems to lose its effect the moment he sees you. His smile just appears, simple as that. All he needs is to have you by his side and nothing else really takes effect, not even when he has a face-off with Mr. Kim and has a death threat swaying over his head.

Seeing you walking towards him with a smile is enough to make him believe that nothing can beat him up. He has to keep going to see you smile like this again. Baekhyun pulls you close and kisses you because, right now, he can do this, as long as you want him next to you, why would he let an old man order him around?

⇽ part 3 | part 5 ⇾

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fanficsofmine · 7 years ago

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Swipe Right - Jongdae Fluff

Here is our first contribution from our guest writer- my sister, @watermonkey0!! She graciously took this prompt that I started and helped me finish it and make it 200% better than when I started it haha! Hope y’all love it! -T✨

Oh! He’s cute!” Trinity hovered over my shoulder. I swatted at her like she was a mosquito and rolled off her bed with my phone.

“Can I make my own Tinder decisions, please?” I snipped as I propped myself up at the end of her bed. Newly single, I had been adamantly against online dating. But after what felt like a lifetime of nagging on my best friend’s part, she whittled me down and my phone suddenly had four new apps.

“Stop being such a Debbie downer! You’re the one who said you were ready to get back out there.” She swung a pillow wide and smacked me in the back of the head.

“Ow! But this is stupid!” I whined and crumpled to the floor in a pile of pitiful moaning. “I wish I didn’t have to go through the ‘dating’ process again.” I lamented as she peeked over the edge of the bed. “It was nice having a stable boyfriend.”

“A stable boyfriend who treated you like crap.” She muttered.

“Hence the newly single.” I mouthed off, earning a kamikaze pillow to the face. For a short moment, it was okay. I wasn’t lonely, or cold, or bitter. I didn’t need a man when I could cuddle up with this squirrel shaped pillow. I’d sleep under Trin’s bed like a Hobbit and celebrate when she dropped Doritos on the ground…and I ignored the notion that eventually Hobbits turned into Smeagols. But like I said, the moment was short. “But I don’t want to start over!” I wailed as I sat up suddenly, knocking heads with Trinity.

“Ow!” She snickered and retreated as I climbed back up onto the bed.

“Sorry.”

“Look,” she sighed and grabbed my phone, “I know everything that happened was a little intense, but you deserve to be happy. The perfect guy is out there waiting for you, I know it. But you’re going to have to put in the effort. You can’t just skip to the happy ending.” Her thumb swept across the screen a few times, discarding some suitors and matching others. “What about this one?” She held the phone out for me to see and I hiccupped at the frightful picture. There was a mullet involved.

“No!” I cried and grabbed the phone before she could swipe right.

After that, I dutifully picked through the men while Trin watched Family Feud and fed me potato chips. I was nearly about to give up and demand that we break into her emergency stash of wine flavored ice cream when a final face popped up and grinned at me.

“Kim Jongdae. 26 years old. I love to sing and laugh. Swipe right! Don’t be afraid!” I mumbled to myself. The bio was cringe worthy, but he had a bright and honest smile.

“What about—” Trin snatched the phone as I tried to hand it to her. Apparently I couldn’t go fast enough for her ravenous matchmaking.

“He is super cute! And look, he loves to sing! You love music! It’s perfect!” She swiped right before I even had a chance to protest, although with those dimples, how could I refuse? “Oh my god!” She shrieked immediately and shoved the phone in my face. ‘It’s A Match!’ appeared on my screen, meaning he had swiped right on my as well.

“What do I do now?” I cried, flinching when she dropped the phone in my hand.

“Now you message him!” She laughed, but I tossed the phone back to her like a hot potato.

“You message him!”

“No! It’s not my profile!” She served it right back, and we devolved into an extreme game of telephone tennis before my phone chimed an unfamiliar tune.

“What was that?” It dropped between us before Trin grabbed it.

“He messaged you first!”

“What’s it say?” I threw myself into her lap as she opened the notification.

‘So, great news: I too have enough hoodies to call it a collection. But, while Iron Man is cool, Batman is way more badass.’ I read the apparent attempt to relate based on my profile three or four times, not meaning to, but memorizing every word.

“Ugh, he’s a DC kid.” Trin scoffed and relinquished the device.

“But, the fact that he knows…” I defended, blushing.

“Means he’s your kind of nerd, yes I know.” She waved it off, going elbow deep in the Doritos again, leaving me to struggle with my reply. Did I open with a joke? Did I discuss the finer points of the philanthropic playboy superhero? Did I ask about his singing? Did I beg him to keep me company at night when my cat abandoned me?

‘That is great news!’ I typed finally and hit the send button before I lost my nerve. It was a pleasantly neutral response, one I could stand behind should Trin, who was shooting my sidelong glances, say anything. But she kept quiet.

The eternity long seconds it took for him to reply were agonizing, and when the chime finally came again, I had it open before it was even finished.

‘So…Hi :) I’m Jongdae.’ I grinned to myself at his silly emoji. I quickly replied with my name and asked where he was from. ‘I’m from here, born and raised. What about you?’ I said I was as well, and we delved into our surface backstories; not wanting to give away too much because it was still new, but wanting to get a good enough feel as to whether or not to continue. As it turned out, we knew some of the same people, which made me feel a fraction of a bit better.

Not that it mattered really, because…I liked him. He was charming and funny, and not at all pushy. This was a dating app after all, my standards were already exceeded when he hadn’t asked for nudes by the 10th message.

‘So, are you doing anything Friday night?’ The question set butterflies free in my stomach. Was I free? Technically no, I told my mother I’d help her put up her Christmas tree, but Baby Jesus was going to have to wait!

‘I don’t have anything planned.’

‘Would you be up for a completely platonic non-judgmental dinner with a guy you met on Tinder?’

I wondered if maybe I should have waited a few more seconds before I replied, to at least make it seem like I considered it before accepting. But we were passed it now and my, ‘I would like that’ blazed on the screen. He sent me a time and a place, a casual restaurant on my side of town. I’d been there before and knew it had good food. So if he turned out to be a creep after all, at least I’d get decent leftovers out of it. I beamed back up at Trin in triumph, but she only grinned and told me to start planning my DC themed wedding.

The days between then and Friday were peppered with bursts of excitement and anticipation, sprinkled with just a dash of wild abandon. Meet up with a random man who could be an axe murder? Why not! When Thursday rolled around, I was just finalizing the last touches of my outfit in my head when my phone chimed that irresistible tune. Jongdae and I spoke often, every day in fact, always through the app. He was now synonymous with the Tinder ringtone. There was one time it dinged and it wasn’t him. Some random dude I had matched with tried to start something with a ‘Hey’. Psh, like that was ever going to be good enough again. Much to Trinity’s chagrin, I didn’t even open it. If singing Batman fell through, then yes, I’d move on down the list, but I was far too excited for our date tomorrow to entertain anyone else.

I clicked open the message I’d just received with a delighted hum…only for it to come out more like a sob.

‘Hey, I am really sorry. Something’s come up tomorrow. Can we rain check?’

I texted Trinity immediately, telling her we had an emergency meeting, and to bring some wine because I was about to—

‘Can I take you out on Saturday instead?’ I gazed down at my phone unhappily. I wanted to say yes, of course, but I had to work Saturday, and I couldn’t very well blow that off as easily as I had Jesus. Friday was kinda my only free night. I typed in a short response but a text from Trinity interrupted me.

‘Ask him what came up!’ It said, and then was directly followed with, ‘Ask him if it’s worth jeopardizing his Batman themed wedding.’

‘I refuse to have a Batman wedding.’ I shot back. It seemed too invasive to ask why he was cancelling. We weren’t so close that he owed me an explanation, but…I was dying to know.

‘I actually can’t Saturday, work. Can I ask what came up?’ My knees jumped up and down as I waited for his reply. It felt like he was taking an unusually long time to answer and I wondered if I’d just ruined everything by being nosy. What finally chimed in was unexpected:

‘Do you like soccer?’

And this was how I came to find myself, Friday afternoon, sitting in Trinity’s passenger seat, debating every single one of my life choices.

“Sit still, you’re shaking the whole car!” She grabbed my knee as it bounced to still me. We’d come almost an hour early to scope out the target and it was making me a nervous wreck. His request had been odd: meet him at a crowded sports complex. Trinity thought it was cute, but I was more worried that he was going to ask my uncoordinated ass to play soccer with him.

“It’s just running!” She argued.

“Do you not remember what happened the last time I ran the mile?” I paled at the memory of falling flat on my face.

“Okay, so maybe you should cheer from the bleachers?” She chuckled unapologetically. “Oh wait! Oh my god! That’s him! Is that him?” She smacked at me repeatedly before pointing at a sleek black sedan that was sliding into a spot a row over. Sure enough, a familiar face stepped out of the driver’s seat. He wore nice jeans, a slim leather jacket, and a fluffy cowl scarf. He opened the back door to grab a gym bag before locking up and heading inside.

“That’s probably his murder kit.” Trinity joked but I rolled my eyes.

“Just be here by 8:00 to pick me up.” I told her and climbed out.

“Ha! We’ll see.” She replied humorlessly before speeding off, leaving me with no alternative but to go inside. Trin’s car had been nice and warm, and now as I shivered in the sudden cold, I realized that I left my coat in her back seat. Frustrated, I turned tail and marching into the main building where I had seen Jongdae go. It would be fine. It was only December.

Through the sliding glass doors, I could see Jongdae’s back standing in the line at the concession stand. The murder kit was nowhere to be seen, but he had a nervous energy about him. I moved closer and was about to say his name when a man around our age joined him in line. I was near enough to hear their conversation and it seemed too good an opportunity to pass up.

“There you are, what took you so long?” The man asked. Jongdae turned to him shyly and I saw his ears turn pink.

“I couldn’t decide what to wear.”

“Oh that’s right, that girl is coming…the one you met on Tinder.” He said disapprovingly. I scowled openly at his distaste. Maybe he should try finding love in this day and age.

“Come on, it’s not like that. She’s smart and beautiful.” Jongdae listed and I felt my own ears go pink.

“And bold apparently.”

“You didn’t exactly ask if I had any plans before you signed me up for this.” Jongdae snickered.

“Sorry not sorry.” The man shrugged flagrantly.

“She was nice enough to compromise with me.”

“Where is she anyway?” The man asked and I hunkered down, just in case he glanced around and saw me leering at them.

“I told her to meet here at 6:00, so she should be here any minute.” Jongdae pulled out his phone.

“If she’s still coming, that is.” The man teased, poking Dae in the chest, who scoffed and smacked his hand away.

“Don’t jinx me. You know my luck is—” Suddenly, my phone rang loudly, and I haphazardly tried to silence it before…

The two men glanced back and Jongdae caught my eye. “—not as bad as mine apparently.” I muttered.

The air was cold as I sat on my hands in the bleachers. Stupid phone, stupid mouth, stupid gaping. When Jongdae saw me standing there like an idiot, I was caught off guard by just how gorgeous he was. His pictures did absolutely no justice to his soft features, or his bright smile. If I hadn’t been struck dumb by the sight of him, I could have played the whole thing off, like I simply hadn’t seen them. But by the way I was staring, it was pretty obvious I knew who he was. He had politely greeted me, and we stepped out of line.

“I uhh…I’m sorry—” I started but he waved it off.

“No it’s fine. You’re early!” His grin was genuine and it blinded me every time he flashed it in my direction. “Anyway, thank you for meeting me here. I know it’s probably not what you had in mind but…”

“Please tell me we’re not here to play soccer!” I blurted out before he finished. His eyebrows shot up in surprise before he let out an adorable laugh.

“No! Do you see the shoes I have on? I’d fall on my face!” He beamed. That alone made me feel better about myself, when the man who’d stayed in the line reappeared with an armful of food.

“Here, hold this.” He said as he tossed me ten boxes of Cracker Jacks.

“Hyung, don’t make her carry stuff!” Jongdae whined, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Brothers, I should have known.

“We need all the help we can get.” The older man said as he juggled a stack of Nacho trays.

“I don’t mind.” I added quickly, and Jongdae seemed to accept it, sighing as the three of us headed for an arena. The complex was large enough to have indoor fields, and I assumed that was where we would go, but instead, Jongdae guided us outside to a field covered in children. He must have seen my confusion because he rearranged the Hotdogs in his hands to gesture for me to follow.

“So, it’s my nephew’s first game. Jongyul wanted to make a good first impression with the other parents, so he volunteered to get the food.” Everything made a bit more sense now as I saw Jongyul—the brother—happily pass out the food to a green team of hungry kids.

“Which one is your nephew?” I asked as other parents came to help us with our loads. A group of boys dashed by and Jongdae snatched one up. The little boy squealed in delight as his uncle tickled him.

“This little monster!” Jongdae growled playfully, before setting him down and telling him to introduce himself.

“My name is Junseo!” The boy announced. I happily bent down to his level and told him it was very nice to meet him. I did conveniently leave out the part where I was on a trial date with his uncle, though.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Five!” He shined, and held up his hand to show me proudly.

“Wow! And you’re already on a sports team? You must be really good!” I charmed. The same gaggle of kids from before came back around for another pass and Junseo joined them, waving goodbye to me. I waved back. As I turned, I caught Jongdae’s eye. He seemed to have been looking at me rather deeply, but he quickly cleared his throat and gestured towards our seats.

And now I sat on my hands between a platoon of parents and a beautiful boy in leather. I would have been perfectly content to shiver all day, because there was just too much unbridled joy around for me to be miserable, but Jongdae caught my shaking. He stood and shrugged out of his jacket, then draped it over my shoulders. I was instantly overwhelmed by the smell of him—fresh aftershave with a hint of peppermint. He smelled like Christmas. His jacket was big on me and still wonderfully warm from his broad back.

“But won’t you get cold?” I asked even as I pushed my arms through the sleeves.

He wasn’t getting it back.

“I should have told you to bring a coat, sorry. Don’t worry about me.” He assured me sheepishly, like the winter weather and my forgetfulness were both his fault. “Jongyul!” He called abruptly to his brother who was a row down and a few seats over. The man stood at his name and the two started to signal to each other in some forbidden brotherly language. A moment later, the gym bag was sailing through the air. Dae caught it easily and sat back down to open it.

“Oh, the murder kit.” I recalled and he stopped what he was doing to give me a weird look.

“The what?”

“It’s the bag where you keep all the stuff you murder your dates with.” I snorted, silently hoping he hadn’t actually been offended. It took him a moment, but then he chuckled.

“Nah, I left that one in the car. It’s heavy.” He winked. “This one—” He unzipped the bag and whipped out a fluffy yellow blanket, “—is what I use to woo the ladies.”

“Oh goodness,” I feigned, fanning myself dramatically, “I am wooed.” He leaned over and tucked the blanket over my lap, and then paused, as if debating. After a second, he’d decided and he sat back down, securing the cover over me alone. I stared hard at my tucked legs, not believing that he’d opt out intentionally. Surely he wasn’t going to—

He shivered. He tried his best to hide it, but I was hyper aware of him. With a theatrical sigh to make it less awkward, I pulled the blanket free and laid it over his legs as well. He sat still as a statue as my fingers accidentally brushed over the top of his thighs.

“I am wooed.” He whispered to himself. I probably wouldn’t have heard it if I wasn’t hanging over him, tucking him into the blanket burrito. Trying not to make a big deal out of the fact that I had, I slid back into my seat and curled myself into his jacket.

In the safety of his inner lining, I checked my phone. Just a text from my mother, wondering when I was going to decorate her tree for her. I typed a quick message to Trinity, telling her to be late. Knowing her, she was going to show up right on time only now that I’d asked her not to.

By the time the game was coming to an end, the sky was darkening, and the temperature was dropping. I don’t think Junseo won, but they were five year olds. It was more herding them from one side of the field to the other than any goals being scored. The heat emitting from Jongdae was exhausting, as I refused to let myself relax for even a second. He was too fun, too inviting for me to let my guard down. The whistle blew on the final play and I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t a ‘great it’s finally over’ feeling. It was more of a ‘if I don’t get out of here I’m going to jump him in front of all these children’ vibe. I expected him to move or get up to gather his things, but he was as still as I had been.

“Thank you again for coming.” He said suddenly. “I know it wasn’t really a date or anything…” He trailed off and I saw the tips of his ears go pink again. But that could have been from the cold.

”What more could a girl ask for than Cracker Jacks and kiddie sports?” I shook my popcorn box at him, making him smirk.

Do you need a ride home?” He asked next, but his words were at odds with his posture. He wasn’t getting ready to go or making any indication he was going to uproot himself. Did that mean I shouldn’t either?

“Is this it?” I asked, puzzled. Maybe he was giving me a chance to run before he went for the murder kit, or—the worse of the options—he didn’t like me and was trying to get rid of me.

He jumped to his feet at my question, breaking the seal of the blanket. “That came out wrong,” He grimaced, “I wasn’t trying to…what I meant was…” The pink in his ears started to spread across his face the longer I stared at him, more than willing to wait for an answer. He took a breath before explaining, “I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to take you home. I can, I will, I would love to, but we would have to go like right now because I have to be back for the viewing to pass out the—”

“The viewing?” I interrupted.

“Oh, yeah. The complex shows movies after all the games are over for the kids.”

“Outside?” I cried. “But it’s freezing!” I glanced around at the other groups of people, realizing that they had dressed for the occasion. Mothers were in full length winter coats, fathers were bundled in long scarves, and one little boy was even wearing snow boots.

“It’s kind of a tradition.” Dae said, but the cold was getting to him. Out from under the safety of the blanket, I saw him rub his hands together and glance at the warm seat he’d jumped out of.

“Oh man, now I really wish I would have grabbed my coat.” I muttered and bit my lip. Should I call Trinity and ask her to bring it? She was on her way already, wasn’t she? No, because I’d asked her to run late. I sighed.

“Do you want to stay?” Jongdae asked, like the thought hadn’t even occurred to him before this very moment.

“Do I look like I want to leave?” I returned, a little flabbergasted. So what if I had been trying to control myself all night? That was for the children’s sake.

“Even though I brought you to a kiddie soccer game on our first date?” His smile was growing the more he spoke, and I’m sure I was matching it.

“I thought you said it wasn’t a date.” I teased. He squeezed his eyes tight for a moment before leaping forward, grabbing my head and planting a kiss on my forehead.

Then he was off— “Stay right there! I’ll be right back!” He sang as he took the stairs two at a time up the bleachers back into the building. Dazed, I reached up and touched the spot where his lips had touched me. Resisting was a lost cause, I realized. I was going to date this kid and I was going to enjoy every single second of it.

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years ago

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I Will Always Pick Up (Chen Drabble)

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Cannon Genre: Hurt/Comfort Pairing: Chen x Reader Trigger Warning: Slight Angst Word Count: 852

Plot: You cried yourself to sleep again one night and your boyfriend, Jongdae, caught you.

“You’ve been crying,”

It wasn’t a question. He said it as if he knew how you are when he’s not around.

“What?”

You reach up to your cheeks, touching his hand as you drag yours across your skin and sure enough the whole side of your face you’ve been sleeping on is wet from crying.

A/N: I’ve been having the shittiest week and this plot just prompted in my head one night while I was actually crying myself to sleep. And I have extraaaa feels for my Jongdae bubu-baby this week, so he adds to my maelstrom of emotions. *ugly sobbing*

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Some days you’re okay, some days you’re not. Tonight is one of those when you’re not fine. Where the tears just keep on spilling as you fall asleep.

You miss him. That’s just saying the least of what you feel about him. You don’t just miss him anymore, it feels as if a part of you was taken away whenever he’s not around. Which happens a lot. He’s always away.

You live your everyday life like the living dead, a zombie, the undead. You’re animated and vital, yet you’re departed on the inside… A robot, almost.

But when night time falls and you’re tucked in the safety of your bed, the tears flow. They come in tides that flood your empty heart with pain and anguish. It ebbs your emotions like a tsunami that leaves your insides wrecked and useless with its assault.

You live this way ever since the both of you decided to be together. He told you that being away a lot is a part of his job. He asks you three times, four, five and six times more if you’re fine with it. If you can live with the fact that he might not be there with you on occasions that matter, Birthdays, Christmas and even Anniversaries. And you say yes every time with a big and warm smile on your face.

You are fine with it when he’s around, when he’s in front of you, you feel great. But when you’re alone with your own thoughts, that’s when you buckle under.

You didn’t know how long you've been sleeping for, but you suddenly felt it. That pull whenever he’s around.

“Jongdae?”

You say with a small hoarse voice from yet another restless sleep.

Jongdae delicately touches your cheeks and the excited smile that he has immediately withered with the wetness of your tears.

“You’ve been crying,”

It wasn’t a question. He said it as if he knew how you are when he’s not around.

“What?”

You reach up to your cheeks, touching his hand as you drag yours across your skin and sure enough the whole side of your face you’ve been sleeping on is wet from crying.

“I told you, just call me if you’re feeling lonely. I will always pick up.”

You twirl yourself around, immediately burying your face in his chest and the tears just automatically fall. As if his words ticked on the switch in your heart. Your arms latched around his body, clinging on, not wanting him to go anywhere.

“I’m here now…”

Jongdae coos on your ear, kissing your hair, the skin behind your ear, anywhere his lips touches. His left hand playing with your hair in soothing motions, his right caressing your back in comfort. Your grip on him tightens when you felt him wiggle off a little bit.

“Where are you going?”

You protested.

“Nowhere. I just want to see your face.”

“Don’t go, please. Stay with me.”

More tears fell. Your voice shaky from crying.

“Alright, I’m staying.”

Jongdae started humming a tune not familiar to you, but it sounded heavenly. Especially when he’s this close to your ears. The smell of his skin, his lovely scent that you always loved and the sound of his angelic voice slowly drifted you back to sleep.

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Waking up again with you cuddled on a pillow, the warmth was gone. His musk is just faint in the air. Was it real? Or did you just dream about him again?

“Jongdae?”

You call out and no one answered. You still for a minute to wait, but there was no sound.

“J—Jong—dae!!!”

You whine this time. Not the first time you cried out loud. Last time you did, your neighbors actually knocked on your door. They thought you were in pain and dying. You have to make up an excuse, of smacking your knees on your dresser. Thankfully they bought your lies.

“What?!”

The door of your bathroom suddenly fly open and it bangs on the wall loudly making you jump up.

“Y—You’re… You’re really here!!”

Jongdae’s face was full of alarm, his hair and body wet, clutching a towel around his lower area. You hurriedly crawl out of bed and jump up on him. He caught you just in time as you pounce on him.

“Yes, I’m here.”

Jongdae giggles when you shower his wet face with kisses. You didn’t care if your pajamas are getting soaked by him.

“I thought it was just a dream. Never, ever leave me like that again okay!”

“I’m sorry. I feel awful from the flight, I had to take a quick shower.”

Jongdae walks back to the bed, your legs encircled securely around his middle and your arms tight around his neck.

“Promise you won’t leave again?”

“I promise,”

You know that’s a lie, but at least for now you can enjoy him being by your side.

As always, feedback and reactions are welcome. :D

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vandnana · 4 years ago

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Loving You Is Easy

Part Thirteen

Chanyeol’s mood became entirely different once he left the restaurant to chase after me, smiling in a way that gave no indication of the previous sourness he exhibited in front of Kai.

For a moment, he had forgotten the jealousy that easily formed inside of him, reassured by a conclusion he made in his head. Even when I was with Kai, I thought of him, and that was enough for Chanyeol to brush off what had happened.

When he caught up to me, he teased me until no end, pestering me to repeat what I had said because he “couldn’t remember” exactly. My cheeks were no longer a furious red, comfortable with his playfulness again. But still, I held a silent frustration and confusion by how he acted. For me, there was no reason for him to be so awkward.

“Come on, June. What was it you said? It’s just, I’m drawing a blank.” Chanyeol had a fake contemplative tone, scrunching his eyebrows as he eyed me. We were both laying on the bed, but he was lying on his side, his hand holding up his head. I was staring at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze to annoy him even more. He pouted at me when I ignored him, and eventually gave up when I jokingly said I couldn’t remember either. He grunted dramatically and buried his face into the pillow as a last resort to get my attention.

“You’re gonna suffocate like that.” I chimed, poking him in the back. He grunted again, not budging.

“Whatever, you can stay like that I’m taking a nap.” I sighed, the food in my belly inducing a sudden drowsiness.

I turned away from him and adjusted the pillow. I tucked myself into the covers, ease settling into my entire body. I could feel my eyes starting to droop as I found a comfortable position, and I let them close, drifting slowly into sleep. Chanyeol lifted his head up from the pillow, and peered over at me. Propping himself up, he leaned over to see if I was really sleeping.

“June, are you actually sleeping.?”

“Well, I would be if you weren’t talking to me right now.” I quietly replied, my sleepiness drenching my voice.

“I’m cuddling you then.” Chanyeol happily beamed, slipping under the covers, and sliding his hands around my stomach.

My eyes shot open as the butterflies in my stomach fluttered violently underneath his hands. I closed them again, shifting my body to face his chest, hoping that I could hide another pink tinge that unearthed on my cheeks. Chanyeol saw my flush though, and his expression reciprocated in radiating crimson.

When we first met, the things Chanyeol had done always went over my head, and he could tell that I was hardly affected by them. But ever since I defended him from Tae, he noticed the change in the way I reacted toward him. Although we acted the same way we always did, my butterflies couldn’t control themselves anymore. I was more jumpy when he would touch me, I blushed more often, and I got shy when he would randomly hold my hand.

He was giddy as he replayed our moments together, but then his thoughts distorted when he remembered all the times I would leave to go to Kai. Chanyeol pieced together all those moments we spent together, and knew that Kai had feelings for me too.

It wasn’t a difficult conclusion to come to because he was in the same position. Chanyeol knew he liked me the same day we met, and as much as he believed that we had a connection that was above any other rival, the jealousy he held earlier arose underneath his feet, slowly bubbling.

The only reason why his jealousy didn’t detonate was because in that moment he was the one holding me. Not Kai. He took a deep breath, focusing on comforting truths, instead of the imagination that had betrayed him. It wasn’t Kai I would come home to. It wasn’t Kai I would wake up with in the morning. It wasn’t Kai I met first. Those were irreplaceable things that only Chanyeol had with me. Those thoughts reassured him, the warmth between us comforted him, and he instinctively held my body closer to his.

As he swam in his own thoughts, deep slumber found me easily. I wasn’t used to sleeping alone anymore. I needed him with me to fall asleep right away, and even when his night owl energy kicked in, he would still lay down and hold me.

Chanyeol closed his eyes, attempting to drift into sleep, but drowsiness didn’t overtake him. He reached for his phone on the night stand for entertainment, resorting to watching a show on Netflix. but it was interrupted by a Facetime call from Sehun. Chanyeol looked down at me, but I was still unbothered by the sounds erupting from his phone, my eyes tightly shut and my mind unaware of the world around me.

Chanyeol answered, making sure that only his face was showing. While he had told me all about his friends, he didn’t tell them about me. He had planned to tell them when we first met, but he knew how his friends were. As much as he loved them, they were a bunch of man whores. Chanyeol and I weren’t together, and for them, that meant fair game.

“Why are you calling me?” His face was coated in visible annoyance at having his show interrupted.

Sehun squinted his eyes at him, “Woah, woah a little salty today, are we?”

“I’m not salty. I just know you. You’re calling because you need something.”

Baekhyun and Junmyeon came into view, “Actually...we all need something.”

A perplexed expression replaced Chanyeol’s annoyance as he urged them to go on.

Junmyeon spoke, “We need you to come home...tomorrow”

Chanyeol scoffed, “No. What is so important that I need to come home tomorrow?”

“See, I told you he wouldn’t want to come home. What are we going to do now? There’s no one else who can do it.” Sehun turned toward Baek and Junmyeon.

Baekhyun took the camera from Sehun, “Can you just hear us out? We really need your help.”

Chanyeol breathed deeply, “What is it?”

“Sooo, Junmyeon’s dad is coming back to New York in two days to inspect the house and...” Baekhyun’s voice trailed off as he flipped the camera to show Chanyeol the wreck that their kitchen had become.

Baekhyun walked around to show Chanyeol the leaky faucet, cabinets that somehow had no doors, the inside of the refrigerator that didn’t have a working light, their stovetop that only had one working burner, the overhead microwave that had duct tape holding its right corner together, and a huge bowl underneath the sink that collected gunk seeping out of the sink pipes.

He had only been gone for a month and a half, and they managed to completely disgrace the kitchen. Chanyeol wished that he was more surprised by the disarray, but he wasn’t. Junmyeon’s dad was the one paying for the house, and he let them stay there as long as they were attending university. Junmyeon, Baekhyun, and Sehun did go to school, but they also partied every weekend. Chanyeol knew better though, not only was he motivated enough to graduate early, but he knew that Halmeoni would disown him if he ever succumbed to the party scene.

“What the fuck did you guys do to the kitchen?” Chanyeol felt nauseated and horrified at the same time.

“Okay well, if we knew, we would tell you, but we are more than one hundred percent sure all of this stuff broke while we were all blackout drunk. Except the faucet’s been leaky since you left...so that one is on you.”

Chanyeol groaned and rolled his eyes aggressively, “Why do you need me to come and fix all of this. Can’t you guys just do it yourselves? Or can’t you just hire someone to do it for you?”

Sehun interjected in a whiny voice, “We can’t Chanyeol! We don’t know how to even start. We don’t even know what we need, and with what we did, it’ll be too expensive to hire someone and Junmyeon’s dad’ll find out.”

Junmyeon snatched the phone, his eyes pleading, “Yeah, my dad will see it in my credit card statement that I hired someone for maintenance, but if he sees that we just bought new appliances, he won’t think we broke anything, he’ll just think that we’re upgrading. Chanyeol, please. You have to come home. If my dad sees what we did to the house, he’ll kick us all out, a-and I’ll have to live at home. Please, I’m begging you.”

Chanyeol’s heart broke. “I-I can’t. I have things to do here that are important too. Can’t you call Jongdae?”

Usually, he would have just gone with no hesitation, but this time he couldn’t. It wasn’t because he just wanted to stay with me. He knew that I wouldn’t crumble without him. It was the fact that if he went upstate, he would have to miss my art exhibition, something I had dreamed of for so long.

Baekhyun shot Chanyeol a bothered expression, “Jongdae would have to drive three or more hours to get here, and by that time he would be too exhausted to even do anything, and then he has to drive back in time for his job. You’re literally so close. What is so important that you can’t handle two days?”

All three of them came into frame, bursting curiosity showering them. Chanyeol gulped. He stuttered as he tried to push the words out to talk about me, but he couldn’t confess indirectly to me while I slept in his arms. It felt like a slimy thing to do, and there was an inch of fear that harbored in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t sure when I would wake up, and he was scared that I would hear something I wasn’t supposed to.

“Be-because I have to go somewhere. I-it’s an event, and I can’t skip it because I was specifically asked to-”

Sehun gasped, interrupting Chanyeol, his eyes sparkled as he had an epiphany, “Who would have thought that Chanyeol the virgin wants to stay because of a girl. An event? Come. On. As if we believe that.”

Baekhyun and Junmyeon clapped their hands loudly, a guttural ‘ah’ erupting out of both their mouths.

Chanyeol wanted so badly to scream at them in anger, but he held it in form my sake. “Sehun, shut up. You know I’m not a virgin. And there actually is an event okay?”

“Okay? So cancel. This girl wants you to go though, huh? What? Are you afraid you won’t get your dick wet if you miss out?” Baekhyun teased, crossing his arms.

Rage boiled inside of him, sick of the conversation he was having. It was foolish of him to think that they would let it go, and foolish to think they would understand. So, instead of explaining, he did the easy thing. He lied.

“Okay, there is no girl. The event isn’t that important. Th-there’s nothing. Alright? I’ll come up tomorrow. God, you guys are such assholes.”

He hung up the phone, cutting off whatever they were trying to say. Sehun called again, but Chanyeol declined it, putting his phone on silent and pushing it back on the nightstand. His heart rate increased along with his anger, but it was anger directed at himself.

Why did he say yes? If Junmyeon’s dad kicked them out, then that would be on them, not him. He had done everything right, and somehow he always ended up being the one to clean up their messes. When they needed something, he was always there for them, but this one time, they couldn’t let him have this one thing. Did it even matter what it was? He could have just said no and told them to figure it out on their own. They were all adults, and they had it easy. All they had to do was keep the house clean.

Chanyeol groaned loudly, resentment clinging onto his mouth. The vibrations of his chest jolted me, and I shifted in response, my back parallel to the bed. My sudden movement made Chanyeol flinch. He eyed me sadly, formulating what he was going to tell me in his head.

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biaswreckingfics · 4 years ago

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No Limits: Part 12

Author: biaswreckingfics

Genre: Mafia AU - Warnings? Everything that goes on in a mafia au

Word Count: 2.4k

Previous Chapter

Sehun's POV

He stared blankly at the water as he tried not to let his nervous thoughts consume him. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, and the slight breeze that rustled his jacket, helped calm his racing heart while he waited for EXO to show up.

He did everything he could to make sure that he wasn't followed, especially since he didn't know who or how many members of EXO would be meeting up with him today. Jaesuk helped give him a cover story, telling Minho that he needed a shipment picked up from some boat that was coming in this afternoon. Sehun didn't ask questions when Jaesuk told him about his idea. Instead, he gratefully accepted Jae's help, and luckily for both of them, Minho believed the made-up scenario.

Sehun had truly lucked out when the Baem paired him up with Jaesuk. They just so happened to stick him with the one member that was ready to bring them their downfall. To say Sehun was shocked when he found out was an understatement, but it turns out, confronting Jaesuk that day was one of the best things Sehun had ever done.

"What else do you know?"

"What else do you?" Jaesuk asks him cautiously.

Sehun was nervous, but he had already made the first move, so he might as well dive in headfirst.

"I know I'm not a Baem member..." Jaesuk lets out a hum of acknowledgment but otherwise stays silent. "...And I know I'm a member of EXO."

At the mention of EXO, Jaesuk quickly scans their surroundings. He checks to see if anyone was within earshot before looking back at Sehun. "Took you long enough."

Sehun freezes at his words. Surely he had heard him wrong. There was no way Jaesuk was waiting for him to realize he was a part of EXO, right?

"What?" Sehun asks the other man with bewilderment.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to figure it out."

Sehun stares at Jaesuk dumbfoundedly. What the heck was happening right now? Why was Jaesuk so willingly discussing this with him? Why was he waiting for him to realize the truth about who he was?

"Are your memories back?" Jaesuk curiously asks. When Sehun shakes his head no, Jae's brows furrow. "How did you figure it out then?"

Sehun debated if it was smart to tell him. He still didn't know what the man's intentions were, but Sehun mostly trusted Jaesuk. Maybe that was stupid of him, but his gut told him it was the right thing to do.

Sehun thought about it for another moment before deciding. He was going to tell him, but he was going to leave you out of it. EXO was one thing, but the Baem still wanted you for leverage.

"I found a way to get into contact with them... I think I'll leave it at that for now, though."

Jaesuk studies his face before nodding. "Smart. There are not many people you can trust around here."

"Are you going to tell them I know?" Sehun cautiously asks, not even realizing he was holding his breath.

"No." He responds, surprising Sehun for the third time tonight. "You know... I actually like you, Sehun. You're kind of cold, but that's to be expected... If this were a different world, I think the two of us would've caused a lot of trouble together."

Sehun's mouth drops open at the compliment, and he quickly shuts it. Mafia men weren't supposed to be emotional or sentimental. At least, they weren't supposed to show it.

"Now what?"

Jaesuk grins mischievously at him. "Now, I'm going to help you get the fuck out of here."

Sehun hears movement behind him, drawing him back into the present. When he turns, he's met with four figures. You and three men who looked like they were seeing a ghost. Which, if Sehun thought about it, they kind of were.

Sehun nervously swallows before taking the first step toward you.

Y/N's POV

You immediately notice the shocked silence around you as Sehun cautiously approaches the group. The younger man offers you a small smile while his eyes dart around the other group members. Once he's within five feet of you, he stops.

You glance at the men around you, taking in Chanyeol's frozen state while you do. Jongdae's eyes curiously look Sehun up and down, while Junmyeon takes a step toward Sehun before stopping himself. If you had to guess, your brother wanted to see if the man in front of him was truly there, or if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Finally, Junmyeon breaks the silence with a sad voice. "I'd hug you right now, Sehun, but I don't think you know who I am."

Sehun takes in the leader's words, and you can see him trying to carefully choose his. Gently, he says, "I know who you are... I just don't remember who you are to me..."

"So, it's true," Jongdae breathes. "Your memory is gone."

Sehun nods in thought. "Mostly. I'm remembering little things here and there, obviously," looking pointedly around at the location he had chosen, "but the majority of it is gone."

"How did you end up with the Baem... and what made you contact us?" Your brother asks. He tried to sound curious, but you wondered if this was his way of testing Sehun to see where his loyalties lie.

Sehun launches into his story of waking up at the warehouse and the Baem finding him there and claiming he was one of their own. He told the group how he felt wrong while he was with them and like he wasn't supposed to be there. How he felt connected to EXO and when he overheard the Baem's plan of killing him once he got his memories back. Sehun spilled everything like he hadn't had anyone to talk to in months.

You couldn't imagine how terrified he had been. How scary it would be to wake up in a wrecked warehouse and not being able to remember who you were or how you even got there. Then spending time with a mafia group when you know their plan is to off you the second they find you useless. Although, you could relate to the last one a little, considering you had no idea what EXO's intentions were when you came to them.

"Well, I'm relieved you are alive and okay... We all are." Jongdae slowly says while he fidgets with the zipper on his jacket. It was clear he didn't like being away from his surveillance equipment for too long and wanted to go back to the vehicle. "Now that I've seen you with my own eyes. I've got to get back and make sure everything is still okay."

As Jongdae walks away, Junmyeon immediately starts telling Sehun that they're going to take him back to EXO. That it was time for Sehun to come home with them, but you aren't surprised when the younger man quickly refuses the idea. He had refused you when you tried to get him to come home the day you saw him too.

"Why?” Junmyeon asks in bewilderment, making Sehun shrug.

"This may sound crazy, but... I feel like there's something I still need to do. I don't know what, but it's the same feeling that I got when I knew I had to contact you. Also, I want to take the Baem down for good."

You run Sehun's words through your mind and try to figure out what it would be that Sehun felt like he had to do. Sehun was no fan of the Baem, especially after they killed his cousin, but what could he do from within Baem territory that he couldn't do from EXO's compound?

"Well, that's something we all want," your brother assures him. "That information you gave us has been incredibly useful. We've already got the plan forming, and, let's just say, it'll be over soon... Especially if we can get a little help from the inside."

You had stayed back while the boys spoke with Sehun since this was their first time seeing him in months, and you already had. Now that they were speaking about the plan against the Baem, you felt like it was time to join the conversation.

"Sehun... Have you seen the leaders at all? Two of them were able to escape the first time we attacked... We need to find them before we can put the plan into motion."

Sehun pauses at your words and looks back at you with wide eyes. "That's it. That's what I need to do."

You and Junmyeon share a look, wondering if you were helping Sehun remember something.

"I'll find the leaders who escaped while I still have a chance, and then I'll come back to EXO."

Junmyeon looks like he wants to object before he sighs and lets it go. "Don't do anything that's going to put yourself into danger."

"I have someone inside who can help me. Don't worry."

You try to hide the shock you feel at his words, but it was too difficult, and you knew it was written all over your face. How could Sehun willingly work with your enemy? "A Baem member?"

"I trust him," Sehun nods, looking back and forth between you and your brother and taking in your reactions. "So, please trust me."

Junmyeon must've been feeling the same way you were, but he was having a little more difficulty attempting to hide it than you were. The man looked like he was having an aneurism. "You're... okay... okay..."

You quickly bring your hand up to rub your brother's back and calm him down at the thought of Sehun trusting a Baem member. "If you have someone you can trust... Good. Use them."

The slight breeze pushes your hair into your face, and you flip it back with the shake of your head. That's when you realize you had forgotten Chanyeol was even there. The tall man still stood next to you but was a complete frozen statue. You take in his shaken appearance and ghostly pale face before Sehun interrupts your observation.

"I'm sorry for... strangling... you," he awkwardly tells you.

You look back at him, startled that he would randomly say that, and wave him off with an "it's fine" before your brother can step in and say anything about it. Instead, you bring your focus back to Chanyeol. Now was his time to talk to Sehun, and he was either in shock or frozen in terror.

You look back at Sehun to see that his focus had also finally fallen on the statue of a man. All your mind could do was wonder if Sehun knew they were cousins or if he knew how close they were.

Noticing the silence, Chanyeol blinks a couple times before looking between the three of you. When he realizes he's the object of everyone's attention, his eyes widen and snap toward you in panic. He opens his mouth a couple times like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. His eyes darting between you and Sehun in the process.

Sehun clearly notices the awkwardness of the other man and in a quiet voice, asks, "Are we close?"

That was all it took for Chanyeol to lose it. Tears immediately begin freefalling down his face, while his legs give out on him, and he drops down to the sand.

The moment causes both you and Junmyeon to freeze, while Sehun looks wildly between the three of you. He quickly mumbles out an apology to the man now losing it at his feet, shock taking over his features at the situation. You take a step toward Chanyeol, but he quickly shakes his head once he sees the movement, so you stay still.

"You're cousins. Well... more like brothers," Junmyeon tells Sehun. "The two of you have been through a lot together. More than most."

Sehun slowly nods as confusion and sadness battle for dominance on his face. How horrible it must be to watch someone who deeply cared for you crumble into pieces because you had no idea who they were? Sehun sways a little on his feet like he was trying to decide if he should comfort this stranger or if that would make it worse. His phone suddenly rings, distracting all of you and even quieting Chanyeol down.

Sehun quickly pulls his phone out and turns away from the scene while Junmyeon takes the opportunity to go over to Chanyeol and help him up. When he attempts to grab his arms and bring him to his feet, Chanyeol pushes him off, making Junmyeon stumble in the sand. Your brother sighs and quickly gives up, knowing he'll get nowhere.

Chanyeol tries to hide a couple sniffles as he stands up from his kneeling position, but they were still audible. Sehun hangs up his phone, but you knew he had seen the entire dilemma between Chanyeol and Junmyeon from his peripheral vision. He furrows his eyebrows, telling you he took in the information but didn't know how to process it.

"I need to go..." He pauses before pointing between the two men. "But whatever is happening between the two of you, you need to work it out and get it to-fucking-gether. We all need to be on the same page when we take the Baem down, or else we go down with them."

Sehun turns and walks away, leaving those as his parting words. You stifle a laugh once you realize the youngest just basically told the leader and his cousin to stop acting like children. You look between the two men and see the sheepish and guilty looks on their faces. Sehun may not remember anything, but he certainly still had his "sassy, don't care" attitude.

Chanyeol lets out a small laugh in disbelief while he watches Sehun walk away. A small smile grows on Junmyeon's face when he hears Chanyeol's laughter, even though the younger man had just pushed him off when he was trying to help. The next words that came out of Chanyeol's mouth had relief flowing through you too.

"That was such a Sehun thing to say."

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baekwin · 4 years ago

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Hello! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I wrote! I kept checking your Tumblr and didn’t see the response so wasn’t sure if you got it and I was going to message but rl got in the way and I haven’t been able to properly check. And then you changed your url and I was having trouble getting to yours for some reason. But here I am! I hope you’re doing well! (1/?)

Jongdae does so well in his songs. I was really hoping for more of a rock-type song for some solo he would do but he always gets the ballads, so his emotions is shown throughout. I can’t wait for his return! I was so happy to see their enlistment picture and that Junmyeon even showed up!!! - (2/?)

unsure if there was a (3/?) but if there was, tumblr ate it, sorry 😭

They definitely choose us! Right now I am leaning towards Baekhyun (but I’m sure it’s because he’s the most active on social media and things that are being given to us) but Chanyeol with the Heart4U and everything else he’s doing, I’m like, my heart!!! Hahaha But my best friend keeps sending me Baekhyun she knows “I like” so I end up cooing over them. Like how do people choose just one bias and stay with them (when all of them have something to offer T_T) - (4/?)

He’s white haired now! I’m glad he got to play with some “real” gamers. It was cute to see him fanboy with them as they fanboy over him? He’s the cutest. Well, if I’m being honest, I don’t really follow SuperM minus Kai and Baekhyun so when they went to San Diego (I was alone) and it was a different experience than EXO since I like all of them. Then with my friend in San Jose it was a lot more fun since she would likes more of them than me. How long was your hiatus? - (5/?)

I’ve tried to stay away but EXO brings me back each time. Like with all the enlistment, you would think it would be easy, but with Minseok and Kyungsoo coming back, I’m like, oh, hello… hahaI definitely want to travel to Japan and Korea when the pandemic is over! I’ve been to two EXO concerts in Japan and I love the experience. It’s so much better than the States… like yes, taking videos/pictures isn’t allowed but they interact a lot more (in my opinion) and I can see a lot of things more (6/?)

I do want to experience a concert in Korea too but at the same time, I get a bit scared about it because seems more extreme. Besides Japan and Korea, where would you want to go? What’s your favorite season? Or maybe even color? I’m trying to figure out what to do still and random questions might help haha or better, what era do you like the best with Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and/or both? Haha (Oh I asked before I reread your answer where you mentioned exactly the era and color haha!) (7/8)

How’s your week been going? I had to travel for work — I’m working in another state to be with family during this time but work doesn’t really know so I had to come down to make an appearance haha so I’ve been in a hotel for the week but it’s nice, just pricey hahaI hope all is well and I’ll be back sooner this time! (I hope I didn't forget to click ask anonymously because this was so many *oops*) - 8/8 ss anon 🤶🏻

hi ss anon!! omg i’m so sorry that the url change confused you akjsdhfjh it was just winwin’s birthday a couple days ago and i got caught up in simping for him 😔 but i’m glad you found me again! i’m putting these under read mores and also tagging them with "ss anon 🤶🏻” if you want to find them easily! and i totally understand rl getting in the way, hope everything is going okay for you and no pressure to respond to me immediately ❤️ although you are very sweet and fun to talk to and i look forward to these hehe

yeah it would be cool to get some more rock and other genres but i guess he really is the ballad king so it makes sense. I just hope that he enjoys singing them as well! and yes omg it was so nice to see junmyeon there, he is so caring to take a day to come see jd off.

ofc i completely approve of leaning toward chanbaek because what kind of chanbaek stan would i be if i didn’t?? i haven’t watched heart4u yet because like you, real life is getting in the way right now, but hopefully i can this weekend! and yeah they’re all wreckers otherwise! i was briefly being wrecked very hard by sekai and tbh as soon as kolo starts i’m sure jongin will worm his way back there, rip

he does!! i actually like the white hair with the greyish purplish tint it has right now, i wonder if he’ll go even lighter or if this is it! for the sake of his scalp i hope this is it kjdfjhd i didn’t watch the gaming broadcast myself but i’ve been seeing the gifs of it and yeah omg it was so cute that he got to play with them and how he got flustered when they were fanboying ahhh he’s so baby sometimes i love him!!!!

i think superm was partially my gateway drug into wayv/nct lmao like obviously i loved exo and shinee already, but after getting back, nct was completely new to me! but now bc of superm i love ten v much 😭ooof my hiatus was soooo long, the kind you don’t usually come back from LMAO i think about 6 years give or take? i was here from about 2010-2014 and then when i went to college, real life took over and i disappeared. but here i am again because apparently even when you leave, you can’t leave 🤡

omg the way i would die to see exo live....i saw exo-m at kcon, like the very first kcon, but i would love to go to just an exo concert. that’s cool that you’ve been to a couple and kind of surprising that it’s so different than concerts in the states, i don’t think i ever realized that!

hmm besides japan/korea I definitely want to to new zealand again at some point, it’s so beautiful there! and i’ve never been to spain, that’s been on my list for many years too. where are your favorite places you’ve been/places on your wishlist? my favorite season is summer!! spring is a close second, i love my sunlight 🥰 my favorite colors are honestlyyyy kind of boring, i love navy blue and grey and black lmao I’M SORRY but i do appreciate bright colors a lot, i just don’t think I have the right eye to make them look good! so i just avoid them lmao. not to reveal my Age or anything but I think my favorite baekhyun era would have to be mama :( it’s so nostalgic for me because that’s when i first fell for him so hard. as soon as what is love came out, i was a goner. in more recent eras i think un village though (do solos count?) and for pcy, i think my fave era is obsession actually! i am fully floored by that rap every time i hear the song, he’s unreal. also the pink hair was very cute.

my week has been alright! nothing much interesting going on besides job hunting - currently unemployed and trying to change that but job hunting is v demoralizing, so i’m here a lot for some laughs and smiles and music from my bois to keep me sane. oh man i hope work isn’t being too hard on you or anything, hopefully making an appearance in person will help. i used to be so scared of staying in hotels alone until i had to do it for a few work trips, and now i honestly find it kind of nice! hopefully you’re able to travel back to your family safely ❤️

#don't mind me rambling again #ss anon 🤶🏻#ask

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dong-hyucks · 7 years ago

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Dating Suho Would Include...

Masterlists

so you’re an event coordinator

at least, an assistant event coordinator

your friend is the head coordinator and he was short one helper so he had you come down to help

basically, you and a few other people were coordinating this big party for a big company

known as none other than SM Ent.

you were hyped because it was 1) a halloween party and 2) you stanned a lot of SM idols

your friend, we’ll name him bob sungjin let you decorate the food table

only one other person was helping you with the table but you didn't know them that well

so it was really quiet

“try turning the bowl around. then people from across the room can see the better decorations in it.”

you thanked the person who you assumed was your partner before realizing

you partner is female

that voice came from a male

you looked up and practically jumped ten feet

“HoLy ShI--”

in front of you was someone you recognized quite well

you’re a fan of his and his members’ music after all

Kim Junmyeon stood in front of you, looking curiously at the decorations that covered the table

not to mention he was clad in a suit (Kingsman) with his hair slicked back, some stray strands hanging about his face

junmyeon in glasses tho

upon noticing your shock, Junmyeon smiled

“i couldn't recognize you. are you a new worker?”

you nodded, going back to decorating because you had no idea how to interact with an idol

your mind was straight up !!! but he looked tired enough so you stayed quiet

after a while of silence, you noticed he started walking away

wow you could breathe

you could hear your partner laughing to herself

probably bc she and the entire crew are pretty chill around SM idols since they work for them frequently

so you getting all flustered and awkward

is funny

mOviNg oN

okay so basically exo came early

smh their manager was misinformed abt the time

your friend was like

“oh okay, the more the merrier” and basically gave them jobs

they looked like they were used to his sudden demands bc they just complied

and wHoOp dE dO guess who was assigned to the food table

ya boy, junmyeon

and jongdae

anyway they were talking as they walked up to the table

you noticed from the corner of your eye

junmyeon sMiLeD at you

jongdae went over to help your partner and junmyeon went to help you

you noticed there was only like twenty min before everyone would start arriving so you worked faster

junmyeon was just following literally like :o because you were moving v fast yet everything still looked neat and presentable

aNyWaY after people started arriving you scoot scooted your way o u t

bUt your friend didn't let you leave since “it’s a party [Y/N], enjoy yourself”

“but--”

“we’re allowed to stay nOw gO hAvE fUn mY cHiLd”

so yeah

you glued yourself to the wall the entire night

because?? yeah no you weren't about to go party with idols

you were n o t ready for that

unbeknownst to you

a certain someone kept glancing over at you

heheh

after the party, the team was set to clean up too

so you did, walking around and picking up dropped balloons and streamers, etc.

while you were taking down a banner on some wobbly ladder, junmyeon walked over to your ladder and held it steady

you kind of just ignored him for the time being, too focused on taking down the banner without stabbing yourself with thumb tacks

but as you were climbing down, you smiled over at junmyeon

“thanks”

before walking away

junmyeon was just smiling to himself

he had been swarmed with fans, moreso lately, so it was refreshing to meet someone new who treated him like a regular person

yeah, your friend told him that you're a fan

after that, you were practically hired as a helper

you didn't mind, you didn't have much to do plus you got payed good money

that also meant that you saw idols quite often

eventually, they all became acquainted with you as they did with the other coordinators

especially junmyeon

you two talked casually at first

but then junmyeon asked for your number and boom instant daily talks

even if it was just ‘good night’

he found himself falling for you v fast

the way he asked you out was cute

he invited you over to the dorms while everyone was out for food or for schedules

you just agreed because it was your day off

plus hanging out with junmyeon made you happy

//v//

aNyWho

you two just watched movies for a while

you didn't even notice junmyeon getting closer and closer

until you literally felt his arm brushing against yours

your face went red but you didn't say anything

you even leaned into him subtly

while you kept your eyes on the movie, junmyeon kept glancing over at you

he was so n e r v o u s

eventually, the credits started rolling

and some cliche piano song accompanied with some good vocals started playing

junmyeon was a nervous wreck

but he was determined

he's been keeping in his feelings for several months now and you've even expressed some feelings for him

despite knowing that you may reciprocate his feelings, his heart still raced

so, he took in a deep breath and smiled at you once you looked at him

when you smiled back, he faltered a bit-- too amazed by your entire being

his complexion started to resemble that of a ripe apple

the red hues that painted themselves across his otherwise pale cheeks were painfully obvious

when he took hold of your hands, you noticed just how much he had been shaking

as he pulled you closer to him ever so gently, you could feel the thumping beat of his heart beat, it's song more addictive than any other you had heard before

he let out a nervous laugh, bowing his head slightly

you looked on expectantly, your own heart racing just as much as his was

junmyeon never failed to make you nervous, no matter what he was doing

“so, um…”

you were just smiling because of how adorably flustered he was

he couldn't even say what he had planned-- a lengthy bundle of sentences

he was distracted by your smile, which lead to him chuckling to himself as he buried his face in the crook of your neck

“you’re too cute, you know. it's impossible to focus.”

“what--”

he leaned back, tilting his head as he looked to you with an uneasy smile

“i really like you, [Y/N]. would you, perhaps, want to be my s/o?”

that took,,, 1.1k words to get to the actual point of this but okay

congrats, you're dating the parent of exo whoop whoop

you guys are that cute-weird type of couple

like, the best friend couple

he would be so gentlemanly and sweet with you

as in, his nicknames for you are the cheesiest things ever

if you like honey, he'll call you honey

if you like kiwis even, he'll call you kiwi

conversations sound p weird to other people hahah

but at the same time

you guys can be the strangest couple

you'll look at each other from across the room and start laughing

no explanation whatsoever

the boys get so confused

they will also come home to the two of you laying on the floor in the kitchen

flour and other ingredients everywhere

it's okay because you guys usually clean up after yourselves but

they never get any explanation for why you guys do are so extra

which is fine

you're literally his no. 1 supporter

and vice versa

you can literally be playing a videogame and he'll be cheering you on like mad

okay so

first ily

it happened like several months into the relationship

you both knew you loved each other but you didn't want to go too fast y’know

junmyeon’s an idol, and he has a super busy schedule, so he wants to make sure you're both in it for the long run before he says it

and you're willing to wait since he shows his love for you in other ways

like morning and good night texts

cuddles

cooking

etc.

when he first said it

he thought you were asleep

he had stayed over at your house on his day off because he missed you a lot

and you were on the verge of sleep when he suddenly turned over and brought you against his chest

“[Y/N]... you know, i’m falling in love with you. you're always there for me and--”

he pressed a fleeting kiss against your temple

“-- i appreciate you so much.”

you couldn't stop yourself from grinning, basically flipping him onto his back and koala hugging him

he was shocked because 1) you're awake and 2) you just fLiPpEd HiM

“i love and appreciate you too, jun, so much.”

after snapping out of his surprise

he just grinned ear to ear and cuddled with you for the rest of the night

*claps hands like hyuck at the end of his boy vid* now

your first kiss oo

i can imagine this happening relatively early on

like a couple of weeks into your relationship

it was nothing too heavy

just a simple and sweet kiss

bUt the mood was A+

basically, the boys invited you over to listen to a track they were unsure about

lucky you

and after you listened to it and gave them your opinion they literally just left

they didn't say anything

they just skrt skrted back to the practice room

only junmyeon stayed and you two ended up sitting on the couch they had in the recording room

junmyeon began fiddling with the equipment and eventually he had your favourite song playing

then, he leaned back and just hugged you

he had been really stressed that week and tbh all he wanted was to spend some time with you

you two kind of just sat in silence, listening to each other's heartbeats with your personal playlist playing in the background

he mumbled a little ‘i love you’ into your neck, completely content in the moment

ofc, you said it back

eventually, he leaned back and just looked at you

you raised a brow, not breaking the eye contact

without even realizing, he began to lean forward

you noticed before he did and came closer

you were the one who kissed him

the sight of your eyes fluttering closed was the last thing he saw before he let his close as well

like i said, it wasn't a long kiss

but it was really sweet and the both of you could feel your stress going away from just that

wow

i am getting v soft

okAy so

the two of you would end up adopting some sort of pet later on in your lives

something easy to take care of, since you both had quite demanding jobs

but it would be amazing for the two of you

o k a y

now the part that i've been dreading

fights

fights don't occur often and even when they do they're quite small

as in “i told you to clean your dishes but you didn't” etc.

but wow your first fight fight

basically, you hadn't heard much from junmyeon in a couple of weeks

he was on tour and when he wasn't on stage he was too tired to text or facetime

all you got were good morning and good night texts

which, at the time, you were okay with

that is

until a certain bundle of articles came out

‘EXO’s Junmyeon in a New Relationship?’

and within the article, the publisher talked about him and another idol; APink’s Chorong

your heart basically broke

he hadn't been talking to you much lately and with the photos provided by the article (allkpop smh)

you jumped to conclusions basically

you stopped replying to messages, didn't answer calls

you just felt empty, honestly

junmyeon, on the other hand

knew about the articles

they weren't at all true, but he guessed that you were acting the way you were because of them

he was a bit frustrated because you didn't trust him enough to know the articles were false

but truly, if he were in your shoes he'd probably feel the same

his frustration, however, was mostly because he couldn't go to you to explain

you weren't answering his messages so he had to wait until the tour was over to talk to you

which wasn't for another two weeks

by the time the two weeks were over, the two of you were miserable

you went through the day as you usually would, going to work, buying groceries, etc. but you felt dead tbh

junmyeon was the same

he wasn't used to the silence

even though he had his members and his fans to focus on

you were always in his thoughts

he was so worried that your relationship would end with the dumb article

so the moment exo landed he literally rushed to your house asap

you didn't bother checking who it was before opening the door

you were very quickly enveloped in a hug

“the articles, all of them, are fake. i would never cheat on you, [Y/N]. i'd be a fool to do so to someone i cherish with my entire being.”

him saying that, coupled with the feeling you had longed for-- being in his arms, was enough to bring you to tears

you had gotten quite insecure about the entire ordeal and him coming to your doorstep looking exhausted cleared your shrouded vision

slowly, you hugged him back.

wow

okay so not really a fight

just two weeks worth of silent treatment and tension

and tears--

but it was a serious moment in your relationship, and it made the two d you work on your overall trust

this totally didn't take me two days to do

jajsjsjsf anywhoodle

a relationship with junmyeon, overall, would be so nice

he cherishes you, and you would definitely feel that

so,

treat him well, and love him a lot

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clevernewdimension · 7 years ago

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Exhaulted Part Thirteen

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five, Six (M), Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen (Coming Soon!)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, etc.

Pairing: SehunxReaderxMinseok

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I am wrecked by The War. Hope you are too. I don’t know what to say as I’m in a permanent state of shock of how awesome it is!

The morning light hits my eyes, waking me as I pull the blanket up, over my face. I groan, not wanting to move from the warm bed, but my stomach was growling. I feel around, reaching for Minseok, only for him to have been gone. I frown, cracking open an eye and moving the blanket, keeping my face shielded as I look around. His place was empty, no one there. Then the smell hits me.

Food.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes and stretching, ignoring the dull pain from my side as I start to stand. I walk through the house, following my nose until I see Minseok standing to the stove, his back to me. He was singing along gently with music that was playing from the quiet radio as he flipped a pancake, catching it easily on a plate that had four of them already.

He turns, getting the bowl of batter his he glances up, his eyes meeting mine. Minseok grins, “Hello sleepyhead! Good morning! How was your rest?”

I yawn, moving to stand next to him, “Great!”

He lifts a cup up, taking a sip before starting another pancake. “Coffee’s made, just have to make yourself a cup. Your clothes from yesterday are also washed and dried too.”

I shuffle over, picking up the mug he left out. Creamer, sugar, coffee, drink. After taking a sip, I smile at him, “Thank you, Minseok. I’ll change after breakfast… or a nap.”

He laughs, handing me a plate he’s made with three of the four pancakes. “Eat, please. I don’t want them getting cold!”

I nod, looking over at the bar that was a part of the kitchen, I set my plate up on there, taking the fork he held out and the bottle of syrup. I grin, turning and taking a seat. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do this! You could have slept in too.”

“Well,” He says, flipping the pancake over so it can cook the other side, “I got a couple of calls this morning. Everyone was worried about you, except Lina. I told her to tell them you’re safe and sound, but apparently after, her mother and her had another huge fight, so she forgot to tell everyone else. Understandable, honestly, her mother is just an awful monster.”

“And the other call,” I ask, a mouth full of pancake as I started to scarf them down quickly.

He freezes for a moment, “It was… let’s talk about that one after breakfast, OK?”

I had a sinking feeling that what the call was about happened to be about what he brought up yesterday, so I just kept my mouth shut and eat some more. Minseok soon was done, coming and eating alongside me as we spoke. I talked about how I was going to have to start my final today after taking a trip to the art supplies store on campus. He said that, since he was graduating in a few days, he’ll have to start his internship under the current royal lawyer. Thankfully, he says, there isn’t a lot for him to learn that he hasn’t already studied. Apparently he was immensely impressed with Minseok and that all he’d need is just experience.

I stretch as Minseok places our plates in the sink, “I don’t want to have to get up and face the day!”

He chuckles, “Come on. You have a painting to start and I have some contracts to sign in a few hours. Lot of asses have to be kissed and I’ve got to play the part. The least you can do is get started on your painting.”

“Contracts,” I ask, hopping down from the stool at the bar.

He nods, “‘I will uphold the law, I shall place the law over my feelings, I will do right by the laws and work for the good of the people’, things that our current government doesn’t exactly do, but say they do.”

“Well, I’ll get dressed and give you a ride to your car, since it’s still at the Junkyard.”

He smiles, “I would greatly appreciate that.”

“Only if you tell me what the other call was about,” I say with a sign, “I have to face it at some point.”

Minseok sighs, before turning to me. He takes my hands in his. “I don’t have proof, not yet. But a lot of unofficial things do point to you being… well… his daughter. I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t very sure. I had a hunch when we met you. You share the same face structure, except yours are softer. I looked into it, asked favors… everything I found points to yes. I wasn’t going to ever bring it up without being sure, and I’m very sure.” He glances up, “And a call from King pretty much confirms it.”

“He called you,” I ask, gasping out in shock.

Minseok nodded, “Go change and I’ll tell you the rest. There’s a spare toothbrush in there. I keep all the ones the dentist give out in case people stay over. Can’t tell you how many times Jongdae has thrown his in the trash thinking he’ll never stay again.”

I nod, the feeling of dread tight in my chest. “But if I don’t… then I won’t have to face this, right? That’s how it works?”

Two arms wrap around me, pulling me into a warm hug. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him. Resting my head on his chest, I let out a sigh. Why can’t I just stay like this and not have all the shit in the world.

“It’ll be OK, Y/N. You will be OK, I promise.”

Getting dressed was easy enough. Sure, it was weird that I was wearing clothes twice in a row, but I couldn’t care. I piled my hair on my head, making a messy bun before brushing my teeth. What else could the king have told Minseok? Did I even want to know.

When I left, I saw Minseok standing there, in a full suit. His hair slicked back and glasses on his face. He looked smart, like a successful CEO. He glanced up, smiling and offering me an arm. I grim, taking it as he starts to leave the house. “You’re looking very sharp,” I say with a smile.

He grins, “Well, thank you. I do like the way I look in a suit. Part of the reason why I was fine with becoming a lawyer. I’ll drive.” He says, wiggling my keys back and forth.

A few minutes later, Minseok sighs while the scenes pass us by. “He called to tell me to stop digging. He’s been watching me this whole time. He doesn’t want any of us around you.”

“Did he say why he left,” I ask, looking out the window so Minseok couldn’t see my face.

“No,” Minseok mutters, “I’m sorry. Song threatened to stop me from becoming royal lawyer if I kept digging for proof, so I can’t anymore. I promised Sehun I’d have the person who hurt him met justice. I promised you that too. I can’t do that if he stops me. I can’t risk that.”

I nod, “Then I’ll have to dig myself.”

“Are you sure that this is something you want to know,” Minseok asks, stopping by his car before turning to me. A hand placed on my shoulder, “Y/N… when he spoke, he seemed sad. I didn’t let him know I told you what I thought. He doesn’t know that you know. He was trying to stop me from telling you.”

“Part of me just want to go to him and give him a piece of my mind,” I say, shaking my head. I shake my head, “Go on, Minnie. You got work to do.”

We both leave the van. I walk around smiling and giving him a hug. “Thank you. I would have been an absolute wreck if you didn’t come find me.”

“I couldn’t just leave you out there,” He says, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to my forehead. “Go on. Everyone is wanting to see you. Sehun feels awful, especially it him you blew up at first. He has walls so high to protect his heart of glass, Y/N, and knowing he made you feel that way… If you don’t tell him you’re fine, he’ll think the worst.”

“I can’t blame him for that. I’m the same way,” I say with a smile and a small laugh.

The look of heartbreak that passes over his face before he starts towards his car, “Y/N… Sehun truly loves you. He doesn’t know how to say it, or when to say it. He’s so guarded he can’t even really show it without being afraid of being rejected.” I hear a small chuckle from him, “Just… don’t hurt him.”

“Minseok, why are you telling me this,” I ask, giving him a frown. Hearing him say that made me happy. I don’t know why, but it did, but the way he said it is what made me worry.

“Because you deserve someone who loves you. You deserve someone who understands.” The sad smile on his face was replaced with one that looked more genuine. “Sehun deserves that too, and no one else will ever understand you both like the two of you do.” He turns away for a moment, before turning back with a huge grin on his face. “Now go. I’ve got to make sure you leave safely!”

I stare at him in a bit of a daze, confused and my heart beating faster as I remember Sehun coming into my room that night. “OK… good luck with the contracts and all that. Drive safe, please.”

I get into my van, buckling my seat belt. I glance at him through the driver’s side mirror, seeing Jongin walk from inside The Junkyard. I smile, feeling a similar feeling when I thought of Sehun when I remember the night I had with Minseok.

After telling everyone I was fine, I asked to be left relatively alone as I worked on my painting. For the most part, everyone let me be. Sehun would pop his head into the room, since I was using the master bathroom when I was painting, since it was big enough space with no carpet. He’d come in and pull me away so he could use the bathroom from time to time. After the first few times, he just started to use the other one. I would have used the kitchen, but it has too many people going in and out. I’d take it with me when I wasn’t working on it so the steam from the shower didn’t ruin it. Lina and Junmyeon took turns dropping off meals to me, sometimes even bringing things Kyungsoo made. Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongdae dragged me away from the painting for a few hours one day to go to karaoke with them. They didn’t want me getting too stressed, apparently. Jongdae and Baekhyun had such amazing voice, but Chanyeol’s was my favorite because it just made me oddly happy to hear it.

Yixing came by to check on my injuries and one time Jongin dropped by and gave me a huge slice of cake. Apparently one of their cousins got married, and they had to go, so he thought ‘who else to bring a piece to?’ He was the only one who stayed and watched me paint for a bit, laughing at how beautiful my ‘adult finger painting’ could be. I always felt weird and a bit awkward when someone complimented my painting.

But one person didn’t come to visit me. Minseok. I told myself that he’s probably just too busy right now. Internships like that are probably a 24/7 job, much to the expense of someone’s personal life. But it still stung a bit, not hearing a word from him. I couldn’t help but think to how sad he seemed.

Today, after days of working on it, I was doing finishing touches as Lina lounged in the empty bathtub, Sehun next to her. Yixing finally gave me a clean bill of health earlier that day, telling me to drink more water when I’m painting because he could tell I haven’t had a lot. I just get too into it to remember to eat and drink.

Lina popped a bubble with her gum, looking through a magazine as she glanced over at me, “So, princess, when are you going to pay daddy dearest a visit?”

“When he dies… maybe,” I mutter with a bit of a growl, as I just look at it for a bit.

“That’s pretty rude,” Lina says, a frown on her face.

Sehun scoffs, “He’s a complete asshole. Not every father is like yours, Lina. However, if you do confront him, I’d love to see the look on his face after you give him a piece of your mind. Leaving you and your mom like that is fucked up.”

I look at the floor, getting my palette and going to the sink. “I don’t want to talk about this,” I quietly say as I turn on the water, rinsing off the paint before opening the paint thinner. “I’m all done. If I do anymore to it I’ll just ruin it,” I say, taking a cloth with some paint thinner and getting the spots I left on the sink as I use the thinner to clean my brushes. Once all my supplies are thoroughly clean, I take off the gloves. My eyes and nose burning from the stench of the chemical.

Sehun smiles, his eyes looking at the painting when I turn, finally done. “Looks good. Very colorful.”

Lina grins, “This means for a celebration! What do you want to do?”

“Go to fucking bed,” I say mid yawn. I haven’t gotten a lot of sleep over these past few days. Between stressing about this painting and finding out who could be my father, Minseok’s words kept playing in my mind. I’ve barely been able to look as Sehun without blushing.

“‘Go to fuck in bed’,” Lina asks, her eyes wide, “I mean, if that’s what you want-”

Sehun lightly swats her head, “‘Go to FUCKING bed’ not ‘Go to fuck in bed’, you horny idiot.”

Lina lightly swats him back, “What? Come on, the echo in here makes it difficult to hear someone when they’re quiet!”

“Perhaps it’s just your ears,” Sehun laughs as runs his hand in her hair, messing and ruffling it up with a smirk as he quickly hops out the tub.

Lina frowns at him, reaching into her purse and checking her phone. “Sehun, really? Do you know how long it takes to make my hair just right.”

Sehun ignores her, a wicked grin on his face. He was in casual lounge wear, all black and somehow still looking like a famous artist crafted him to perfection somehow. It wasn’t far how some people could be so good-looking. “How awful should I be?”

I shrug, “Um… you’d have to pay the price so, as awful as you want to?”

He nods, quickly turning on the cold water before he sprints out the room, taking my hand and pulling me along. Lina screams out in shock, causing uncontrollable laughter bubble out from Sehun. I try to keep the grin from my face as I shake my head. Be puts an arm around me, leaning into me as he just continues to laugh as Lina stomps out of the room, water all down her back and legs.

“There're clothes you can change into in my room,” I say, only letting out a slight giggle when she looked over.

A bit of her hair was wet, dripping onto the carpet as she pouts at us. She gives Sehun a playful glare. “That thing you wanted help with, you can forget,” She mutters, turning and heading to my room.

“What did you want help with,” I ask, looking at him.

He just waves his hand, “Nothing. She just thinks I need help when really I’M FINE DOING IT HOW I WANT TO!” He yells towards her, rolling his eyes.

I put my hand on his arm, “I’ll get the spots from the floor after a little while, OK? Sorry about that.”

Sehun just shrugs, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll probably paint there again, so just leave it for now.” He reaches up to my face, a finger wiping at my cheek as he just smiles, “You have rainbow freckles over your actual freckles.”

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, wiping at my face, seeing dried paint on me from my wrists up. Little speckles here and there.

He laughs, “It looks cute.”

Lina pokes her head out of my room, “You’re not suppose to call a woman cute. It makes her feel like a child.” She quickly ducks back into the room to dress.

Sehun glares at the open doorway of my room, “The rainbow freckles are cute. She’s beautiful.”

I could feel my cheeks getting warm before I turn to the kitchen and get some water. I just feel weird when people call me that.

Lina comes out of the room, wearing one of my tank tops and some of my shorts. Her hair up in a long ponytail. She smiles, “Alright. I say we go somewhere nice to eat to celebrate your finished final! My treat!”

I open my mouth to argue back, only for my stomach to growl loudly.

Lina just smiles, patting my shoulder before turning me to the door.

When Lina said nice, she meant extremely nice. People around us were in suits and dresses, having meeting dinners. It would take me a month’s pay just to have enough money to be allowed to look at this place. Crystal chandeliers, velvet chairs, extravagant wooden tables. The waiters and waitresses all wore suit like clothes, pouring wine for Lina with such ease. We had dinner, a nice few courses of little tiny bits of food. Lina had me try the wine, which I spat out. So gross.

“The real reason we’re here,” Lina says and three plates are placed down in front of us. A beautiful tiramisu on each of them. Lina was about to say something else before I immediately dug in.

Sehun laughs, covering his face to try to not be so loud as he pushes his desert towards me. “Here, have it! You’ve earned it,” He says, choking out the words between laughs.

“Bless you, Oh Sehun” I say, taking it over and smiling to myself.

He was about to say something before a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Helina, I’ve been trying to call you all day so you could have dinner with us, and here you are with friends?!”

Sehun’s face immediately goes pale. He looks as if he’s going to be sick. I stop eating, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Liaria Vaylor, Lina’s mother, stood there. She was in a red dress, her hair, long and brunette was up, placed and pinned just right. She looked young, crows feet at her eyes giving away her age. Her eyes held anger, “I told you over and over not to forget.”

Lina rolls her eyes, “I told you that you didn’t need me there. Stop trying to set me up with a guy that lives in another country. I’m staying here.”

Liaria was about to open her mouth and say some tense words before she looks over at me. “You’re Y/N, right? She brought you here? I guess everyone should experience a rich life once in a while…”

I frown, “Rich life seems too awful, honestly. Especially if I would have had a mother like you.”

Her eyes go dark as I feel Sehun’s hand go to my knee, giving it a squeeze. I could feel his hand shaking as I look over at him.

Liara gives me a glare before her eyes looked over at Sehun too. She smirks, “Oh Sehun. It’s been a while. How are you, my dear? Black hair looks lovely on you.”

He remains silent, refusing to look away from her. He looked like a terrified animal about to be mauled by a lion. Sehun’s hand still shaking as I reach over and pull his face away from looking at her.

Lina stands, tossing her keys on the table for us to drive her car, since that was the one we took. “Come on, Mom. I’ll go over there. But stop harassing my friends!”

She eyes Sehun again, before turning away with her daughter, their voices raised in an argument.

The second she turns, I took the keys from the table, pulling Sehun away. The food was already paid for, so we could just leave.

“The dessert,” He starts, a trembling to his voice.

“Doesn’t matter as much as you,” I say, pulling him with me.

The car ride was silent to his apartment. He couldn’t stop shaking and his eyes were still wide and his skin still very pale. I wanted to ask but I didn’t want to press the issue. I had a sinking feeling as to his reaction, however. The silence in the car was painful. If it was me, I’d want someone to wait for me to talk. I’d want them to wait until I felt safe and comfortable, so that’s what I’ll do too.

The walk from the car, into the elevator was the same. Sehun couldn’t stop shaking. He slipped his hand in mine as we rose up the long elevator ride. I have his still quivering hand a comforting squeeze. I didn’t want to suffocate him, either, so I’ll be there as much as he lets me.

I unlock the door, going in and locking it behind us. I lock the chain as well before Sehun was pulling me gently away. It wasn’t long until we were in his room, he was sitting on his bed, his long legs hanging over the side. His eyes still at the floor as I stand there, just waiting for whatever he wanted.

Small sobs broke from him as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His head resting against my stomach as his tears now fell freely. I wrapped my arms around him, saying words of comfort that I know will never fix it. I ran my fingers through his hair. I felt awful, knowing I couldn’t help. Tears fell from my eyes as I stayed there, standing there and wanting to do anything I could to ease his pain.

“It was her,” Sehun chokes out, “She’s the one who… who-”

“Shh, it’s OK,” I mutter softly, rubbing his back. “I know what you mean… you don’t have to say it.”

His arms wrap around me tighter, a painful cry of wounds that never healed as I just hold him and say what I can. I wanted so badly to be wrong about my suspicion. He muttered things about her, awful thing she did. My heart broke for him as I kept trying to make it better. My heart breaking, hearing him cry in absolute pain. The memories of his past hurting more and more since we have to wait to fix it.

A while later, as he was calming down, Sehun pulls away, wiping his eyes as he looks up at me, “Y/N… Can you help me bleach my hair? She said it looked… I don’t want it black anymore. I can’t have it black anymore.”

I wipe my own tear streaked face, “Whatever you need, Sehun, I will do. Do we have the stuff here?”

He shakes his head, “No…”

“I can go get some, if you’d like-”

“No,” He says, reaching out and taking my hands, “I… I can’t be alone! Please…”

“Then you and I can go get it done tomorrow, I promise,” I say, a small smile on my face, trying to keep strong for him. “Do you want me to call your brothers?”

“Yixing’s a town over for today and tomorrow working at a free clinic… helping a doctor and getting some experience. Junmyeon is in a huge meeting with Song.” He explains, a few stutters here and there.

“Then it looks like it’s you and me,” I say, “And lucky you, I make literally the best hot chocolate in the world. Perfect for times like this, if you want it?”

He shakes his head, “No… I think I should just sleep… or try to.”

“Oh,” I say, nodding, “Alright.”

“You remember how… I went to your room,” He asks, his voice small and timid.

“Yes,” I say with a smile. “It helped.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up… but can you be there when I do,” He asks, his eyes not looking to me, as if he’s scared of what I’ll say.

“Just let me change into pajamas, OK? And turn your fan on, it gets stuffy in here,” I say, before turning. “I’ll be back. I promise.”

I changed as quick as I could. A black tank top and some shorts, before going back to his room. He was dressed in pajama pants and that’s it, laying over the covers, his eyes looking out the window. I slip under the covers, making him get under too. He pulls me to him, resting his head in the crook of my neck.

“I’m sorry. I just haven’t spoken to her since then,” He mutters, wrapping his legs with mine. “I can’t imagine how strong you are… you kept it together so much better than I did when you say Daejung.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, Sehun,” I mutter, pulling him away so I could look him in the eyes. “And you’re not any less strong because of how you reacted. People react differently.”

“I’m afraid,” He says quietly, sighing, “I don’t want Lina to hate me. She’s the sister I never had. What will she say when this comes out? Will she hate me? Will she believe me?”

“Lina and her mother don’t get along. Lina knows her mother does bad things, she just doesn’t know what. She’ll believe you. She's good at looking at someone who’s in pain and seeing that it’s true,” I lean forward, pressing my lips on his forehead. “You mean a lot to her. The both of you are thick as thieves. She won’t throw that away over someone who only sees her as a pawn for power.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” He says, snuggling in again. “It’s nice to talk with someone who understands. I wish you didn’t, but it just makes it a bit easier.”

“Let’s not think about that for now, how about you tell me what you’re going to do with your hair, hm? Blonde again?”

I manage to get him distracted from the trauma he had to relive today as he and I spoke about the possibilities of his hair until he slipped into sleep. I laid there, running my fingers in his hair, reminded of what Minseok said earlier that week. That Sehun loves me. I could feel it, when we were like this, but I was scared. I felt something for him, but I felt the same to Minseok too. My heart was heavy at the thought of hurting one of them. Was it love? Do I even know what that feels like in a romantic sense anymore? I don’t even know if Minseok sees me like that. I stayed there, trying to sort out my feelings until my eyes drifted closed and sleep captured me.

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Corona - Part 1 (Kai)

(A hacker meets a spy...things have gotten interesting.)

Part 2

The average person can type between 38 to 40 words per minute. According to Google, that translates to about 200 characters per minute. Professionals can type twice as fast, ranging from 325 to 335 CPM. While that may be an impressive speed, you don’t necessarily consider yourself a ‘professional’ in comparison.

If anything, you’re more of a prodigy.

And this is neither a bluff nor an exaggeration.

While the pros are doubling the standard typing speed, you’ve got triple on the pros themselves. For the record, you’ve never actually counted out all the words you’ve typed out in a day (because that’s what newbies do), but Jongdae claims to have done so one rare day he wasn’t busy annoying the heck out of you through your earpiece.

You supposedly hold the world record by a landslide, but besides you and Jongdae, the rest of the world has no idea.

Not even Junmyeon is aware of your true potential.

And no one else can ever find out because naturally, they’re probably going to kill you. But the idea of showing off your skills and achievements has always been distasteful for you anyway, so you’d rather stick with hacking things for a living than becoming part of the president’s trophy display case.

“Corona, we’ve spotted target Zero,” as always, Jongdae’s voice is unbearably loud through your earpiece. It’s unfortunate that you’re in too much of a rush to yell at him for bursting your eardrums. “He’s heading to the Southside of that seafood restaurant on 24th street. He has the package, but I’m gonna need you to take care of the cams to his nine o’ clock first.”

“Already done,” you smirk as Jongdae sighs. ”Honestly, Chen, when are you going to learn that you’re never going to beat me at the CCTV game?”

“I at least win over you in the martial arts department.”

“Debatable. The results of our last sparring practice prove otherwise.”

“You little-“

“Will you two shut up and let me do my job here?”

Your fingers freeze for only half a fraction of a second over your keyboard at the sound of the third voice before you continue delving into the tracking system on the monitor to your right. Junmyeon usually never intercepts your team’s private calls, but the fact that he went out of his way to risk revealing his voice only goes to show just how shaky this mission has gotten.

“Gramps!” you yell a little louder just to spite Jongdae. “Nice of you to join the party.”

“I have news from team B.” you power on your fifth computer screen as Junmyeon speaks, cracking your knuckles in preparation. “This guy is a slippery one. He’s Hesun’s new ace and he’s already evaded the three checkpoints we set up downtown. I have his name. His real one, that is: Zhang Yixing. Corona, can you pull up his profile?”

You let out a low whistle as you scroll through his info, easily overriding passwords and firewall upon firewall. Gramps wasn’t joking at all. The guy is the real deal. He’s only been working for Hesun for a month and he’s already been sent on 64 deliveries. His kill rate remains unknown, which makes you nervous.

Not knowing a potential murderer is like throwing Jongdae into a lion’s den. Blindfolded.

Your gut and instincts have always been your closest allies, and the heavy feeling in your chest doesn’t help to comfort you.

“Wait,” the point on your tracker immediately stops blinking, signaling that Jongdae has remained frozen in position. “This might as well be a trap.”

“I’m listening.” Junmyeon says, and you can just picture him raising a tense brow in his office.

“No one in Hesun has carried out this many deliveries in one go, and it’s almost impossible for Yixing not to get caught, no matter how good he is. His injury counts are also surprisingly low for someone who’s documented to have gotten involved in so many street fights. I bet a million won that he’s not alone. He may even have a team with him.”

Jongdae curses, loudly, of course, as soon as you finish giving your little spiel.

“He’s walking into the front of the restaurant. Not discreet at all. It almost seems too easy.”

“Jong- Chen. Get out of the there. Now.”

“Careful, Gramps,” you warn him through the receiver. “You’re going to blow our cover.”

Your fingers begin doing their magic as you pull up a larger map of Seoul, scanning the whole area as quickly as you can before Junmyeon starts peeing his pants or something. He may be your leader, but he’s still a nervous wreck. Kind of like a father, you guess. He’s so protective over his guys that he may just one day keel over from a heart attack due to severe stress or anxiety.

There’s a reason why you call him Gramps.

“We’ve got trouble,” you discover bad news just a mere three miles away from Jongdae’s position. “Hesun sure has upgraded its big bad vans. They’ve got satellites on that thing trying to track Chen down. I can momentarily freeze their system and mask our location, but we have five minutes to pull out before the vans arrive. Maybe even less if Yixing notices that we know what they’re up to.”

“And the package?” Junmyeon sounds so nervous he’s probably biting his already brittle nails on the other side of the line.

“Negative.” you confirm. “I’m sensing another hacker on the other side trying to do exactly what we’re trying to do. This is for sure a trap.”

“A very poorly done one at that.” Jongdae quips. You’ve been working with this guy long enough to know he’s found something out from his excellent observing skills. “Forget this gig. I know where the real package is.”

~~~

Before you became a computer genius, hacker extraordinaire, before you became Corona, you were just a naïve delivery girl. Just another innocent civilian trying to make a living out of this cruel, consumer driven power hungry world.

You worked the night shifts most of the time because the pay was greater. Deliveries consisted of drives that ranged from quick, fifteen minute drop offs to elaborate locations that were thirty miles outside of the city.

You weren’t complaining. You didn’t ask questions about the packages you dropped off, wasn’t concerned about the early or late hours you were working, or the way the recipients never showed their faces when you knocked on their doors.

But then you saw it.

The dark figures surrounding the fence of a quaint little house in a quiet cul-de-sac. The glint of a blade. The light in the kitchen, clicking off in an instant.

You heard the scream. One petrified shriek cut off by a horrible squelching noise. Gurgling. Choking. The quick exit of a dozen footsteps.

You were only 17 then.

Three years later, you’ve quit the job and have turned completely against Hesun. You met Junmyeon and Jongdae and formed a small, but formidable team.

Gramps, Chen, and Corona.

There are others as well, though you have no idea who they are. You don’t even know what their code names are. But you’re fine with that. You find that knowing less people is better because they’re easier to protect. The stakes are higher, but you can easily keep tabs on these two precious men in your life.

You’ve succeeded in doing this for the last three years.

Just as long as your little family remains exactly like this: small and manageable.

~~~

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Junmyeon circles his desk once, twice, and digs his fingers in his hair before releasing the longest sigh of the century.

In front of him sits the package Jongdae had stolen only hours ago from one of Hesun’s local post offices, the package your team has been searching all over Korea for. Months and months of painstakingly reviewing official government documents, staking out to catch sleazy deals made under the table, and sending Jongdae on incredibly risky missions.

All that work for one sheet of paper wrapped in an overly complicated parcel, carefully creased in the center with a jumble of numbers.

0400, 35.8562129.2247 –K

It didn’t take much time for Junmyeon to decode what all of this means.

“Have you confirmed the coordinates?” he asks you, and you spare him a glance from your laptop long enough to notice the dark, sunken circles under his eyes and the crinkles around his usually ironed collar.

“Those dumb bulbs probably thought we can’t understand military time, so they’ve spelled it all out for us. They’re going to meet Kai at around four in the morning in Gyeongju.”

“I’m not quite following this guy’s plans,” Jongdae swings his legs over Junmyeon’s pristine desk whilst ignoring the latter’s death glare. “He can’t possibly be working for Hesun. Four years in jail because of those rotten jerks and on the day he’s released, he’s going to work for the bad guys?”

Junmyeon loosens his tie before shoving Jongdae’s muddy shoes off the surface of his desk, coughing none too guiltily when your ‘most skilled fighter’ falls off his chair.

This is why Junmyeon absolutely detests holding meetings in his office. That is, unless Jongdae is absent. But it’s not really much of a meeting when Jongdae is gone, and your own home base is off limits so Junmyeon doesn’t really have a choice.

“I don’t believe Kai is that naive, Jongdae,” Junmyeon takes the now empty seat beside you to look over your shoulder where you’re busy with hacking into the CCTVs around Gyeongju. “It’s a reckless plan, but this is his way of getting revenge, and he is going to get killed no matter how good of a fighter he is.”

“What a shame,” you tsk, pulling up a fake ID (a very poorly done one at that) of the famed ex-inmate on your screen. “He seems awfully handsome too.”

Jongdae rolls his eyes from the floor and Junmyeon guffaws.

Kai. Twenty two years of age. Upheld the title of Ruler of the Cells, because prisoners have nothing better to do other than fight each other. His real name is unknown. Gone. Erased even from police records. Any solid personal information on him is unknown, no matter how hard you try to find it. At 18, he was framed with a bank robbery and the murder of a friendly banker.

He was sentenced to at least twelve years in prison, but he is somehow being released earlier. No doubt Hesun’s doing. The company who gave him the wounds is also feeding him the medicine.

And he’s going to accept it.

“Unfortunately, we’re going to save his handsome face.”

“Why unfortunately?” you frown at Junmyeon, but he’s already pulling a pale faced Jongdae to his feet and straightening his tie.

“Oh.”

You’d almost forgotten that Jongdae is the reason why Kai was ever framed.

~~~

Jongdae hasn’t used his actual name in public since the day of his supposed death. Legally, he’s registered as a citizen of Korea under Kim Chen; an actual star chef the world has forgotten about since the destruction of his image through a scandal with racy women’s magazines and a nasty divorce with his wife of ten years. Jongdae is only a cleaner version of Kim Chen who is living a mostly quiet undercover life.

‘Mostly,’ because Jongdae was also the supposed banker who was supposedly killed by Kai.

A world of ‘supposes’ has plagued Jongdae all his life. It all started with Hesun, of course. Suppose he follows their orders and succeeds in protecting his parents. Suppose he rises through the ranks so he may one day pull out from the company entirely. Suppose he plays along with the illegal delivery of slush funds between this politician and that corrupt CEO.

The tragic results are this: He plays his part, pretends to die, and lets Hesun run away with the money. He throws an innocent boy in jail. He loses the chance of ever living normally. His parents are dead despite the promise of protection upon his cooperation. He roams the streets for nearly a year before Junmyeon picks up his battered body and soul and trains him to become part of the team.

Oh, and he’s going to meet Kai again.

Face to face.

Alone, with a mere hacker and an emotional wreck of a boss for backup.

This is the generous punishment that Jongdae has been given.

~~~

“I’m going to quit. I’m going to the Bahamas and take off on my yacht using Gramps’s life savings and I’ll be sipping on piña colada in solitude.”

“I do wonder if you’ll ever grow the balls to say that to his face.” you chuckle, activating Jongdae’s night vision on his specs with a click of a button.

“After tonight I don’t think I’ll get the chance to while I’m alive anyway.”

An alert message pops up on your screen as Jongdae continues to contemplate his last few hours on Earth. A blue dot on your tracker has appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, from around the corner where Jongdae is circling Gyeongju’s park.

Uh oh.

“Any last words, Chen?”

“Where is he?”

“Behind you.”

“Mother of-“

You can only hope that Junmyeon still has that first aid kit lying around in his office.

~~~

More than anything, Junmyeon is a man of words.

He managed to bluff through being Hesun’s ally, romanced the heck out of his wife, and persuaded his allies to join his side for revenge. For justice. Whatever that means nowadays.

It’s perfectly reasonable that he also be the one to convince Kai into joining your team. You can’t say that you agree with this plan, you actually think that it’s one of the worst ones yet, but you trust Junmyeon and he’s taken care of you for all these years.

He knows what he’s doing.

Expect maybe he underestimated the simmering anger that Kai has held on to for all this time.

“Wow.” Jongdae deadpans as soon as you walk in the meeting location, an underground bar that’s packed with people for camouflaging purposes.

You’re dressed in black from head to toe, hood pulled up with a—surprise, surprise---black mouth mask covering half your face. Very rarely do you ever come out of your home base, and whenever you do it’s usually just to go to Junmyeon’s office or the dumpling place down the street. Obviously, your wardrobe doesn’t need to be so extravagant.

Besides, it’s not like you’re heading out to a date or something. Who cares if you look like the grim reaper coming to collect Jongdae’s soul?

Speaking of whom, is currently clutching a cup of ice in his bleeding hand.

“I think you should take a good look at yourself first.” you stare down the blooming bruise on Jongdae’s jaw, and for the first time, you see him flinch painfully when you lightly brush your fingers over his swollen skin.

Usually, he would reply with a joke despite the injury, but his eyes aren’t on you anymore. You follow his line of sight to where Junmyeon, still in his suit and tie, approaches you at the bar table with a dark silhouette trailing closely behind him.

Jongdae attempts to sleekly hide behind you.

Junmyeon is all smiles.

“Lady and gentleman, I’d like to introduce the newest member of our team.”

You’re the only one clapping.

“Impressive,” you gently pry off Jongdae’s iron hold on your hoodie as you crane your neck to catch a glimpse of the infamous Kai. “I figured you’d take at least a full day to convince the man.”

“I wasn’t the only one doing the negotiating.” Junmyeon winks, and you just barely manage to hold in a grimace.

“That’s real sleazy of you, old man, but I’m more interested in the new dynamics of our team.”

Your eyes have returned to Kai, his face barely visible with his hat pulled down. You can only catch glimpses of a strong jawline, hollow cheekbones, a cut lip. For a moment, you watch him turn his head ever so slightly to survey the place. You follow the visual path he takes around the crowded place.

The mixture of con-artists, ex convicts, high profile officials, and innocent office workers dancing on the floor. The lone barista, a short but built man whose face defies the science of aging. The empty and half-full drinks littering the bar table. The emergency exits at all four corners. And finally, at your team.

The moment your eyes lock, your body is inclined to shudder under his piercing gaze.

“I don’t drink.” he says suddenly, and you shoot him a puzzled look.

Does this guy have an imaginary friend or something? He’s more mental than you thought.

Except his voice is serious and sharp as icicles. He still hasn’t torn his gaze off of you, even as you turn your body in your seat to encounter the young looking barista standing stiffly behind you. He has a glass of an unknown substance in his hand, stretched out in offering.

“Hmm,” he hums thoughtfully, retracting his arm to drink some himself. “I hate to waste such good whisky on a good evening, but I’ll forgive your pretty face just this once.”

Clearly, Kai has no plans to humor him. There’s a second of uncomfortable silence in between the DJ switching songs and your team at a momentary loss for words. Junmyeon’s eyes nervously flicker from the barista to Kai. As the music resumes, the defeated barista slinks off dejectedly to the other side of the counter to polish some glasses.

“What a crowd pleaser.” Jongdae mutters, and Jongin automatically shoots him a hardened look.

Your body is yanked backward upon Jongdae’s frightened grip on the hem of your hoodie, and you silently plead for Junmyeon to do something before this mission completely crumbles at the hands of your newest member.

Gramps clears his throat in an attempt to save the situation, but half of his fake cough is drowned out by the blasted EDM thumping from the speakers. This is good news for you as it would be impossible now for outsiders to hear your conversation.

“Pardon our teammate, he has an unexpectedly soft heart.” Junmyeon makes a point not to look at Jongdae’s offended expression, but you can see his jaw flex in slight irritation. “Anyway, this is ________ ________. Our prodigy hacker. You may have heard of her as Corona.”

“What, he gets to know my real name and I don’t get to know his?”

“I apologize. It was part of our deal, __________.”

“What deal?” you narrow your eyes at Junmyeon, your suspicion brimming.

Junmyeon never compromises fairly unless it is absolutely necessary. He’ll pretend to compromise, make it seem like an even deal, but the other party will later realize that all was in his favor after all. This is how he convinced you to ‘work’ for him, when you wanted nothing more to do with Hesun. He’d coaxed you to make use of your randomly expert computer skills. To make up for the mistake of delivering those illegal items you were unaware of. For taking part in worsening the corruption in your country.

It all sounded awfully patriotic and noble then, but it didn’t take long for you to discover that Junmyeon just needed someone to do half of the dirty work for him. Jongdae does the other, more dangerous and risky half.

And as much as you were cheated, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Junmyeon. His intentions are reasonable, he genuinely cares for his people, he proves to be smarter and more cunning than his outwardly ‘nice guy’ appearance.

You suppose he had to toughen up in some ways after his tragic past.

Since then, he never let anyone take advantage of him ever again. This compromise he’s made is a huge step from his usual character.

“You all have a new mission,” he announces, rolling up his sleeves. This has been a habit of his whenever he’s getting excited or forming an elaborate plan in his head. “Successfully take down Hesun.”

“Ha ha, nice one old man, as if we haven’t been trying to do that for the past three years.”

Jongdae’s finally lets go of your hoodie before he can stretch the fabric beyond repair.

“You are missing the point, Dae,” Junmyeon huffs. There has been a change which leaves a wonderful advantage for us. We now have eyes inside the company.”

You get it.

You sneak a peek at Kai, who holds your gaze hostage as soon as he notices your shifted attention.

Although you’re slightly scared for your life, you’re beginning to see the interesting events that could possibly come.

~~~

It’s not like you all haven’t tried spying before. About a year ago, a newly recruited member on team B was sent to apply for a driver position at Hesun, but was quickly found out and nearly killed if it weren’t for Jongdae hauling his butt out of there within minutes.

You believe his name is Byun Baekhyun. He’s currently still a part of team B, but Junmyeon continues to keep a close tab on him and no longer sends him out on missions.

Spying has become out of the question with the inexperience of your organization. Another time, you volunteered to do it, but Junmyeon firmly refused and actually stopped speaking to you for a good month just for bringing up the idea.

Now that he’s on board with this kind of plan again, you’re almost hesitant to follow along. Almost. Having the ‘Ruler of the Cells’ on your side is somewhat reassuring despite his title sounding downright childish and straight out of a video game.

You’re going to have to trust Junmyeon’s judgment if your gut agrees with him.

“I don’t like this at all.”

Jongdae’s call comes as a yellow ping! on your screen, and since he’s using the emergency function, you don’t have to say hello for the call to go through.

“Get off my fake hotline, Chen. This is only supposed to be used for emergencies.”

“This is an emergency. A matter of my coworker possibly stabbing me in the back at any moment. Literally and figuratively.”

You sigh, setting your chopsticks down and moving your bowl of ramen over to protect your newest baby, a sleek digital keyboard leaving streaks of neon purples and pinks wherever your fingers land. This is the new tool you’re going to use to communicate with Kai.

It’s a big upgrade compared to the old and bruised up keyboard you use for Jongdae.

“Don’t tell me you’re just jealous because the new guy has all the good tech.”

“He does, though! Automatic shoe blades, radar and infrared specs with an updated gps and tracking software, state of the art earpiece, a loaded weapons belt, heck, the old man even bought him a new outfit altogether!”

You smirk, remembering the image of Kai from earlier walking in a back alley in formal dress on his way to a meeting with Hesun’s gangster bosses. Even through the blurry CCTV cams, you still caught the glint of a pin on the right side of his chest, the same one Junmyeon wears with all of his suits.

He didn’t necessarily buy anything new. His own closet makes a sufficient shopping mall.

“So you’re telling me you’d rather play the undercover spy,” you type one handedly on your keyboard whilst reaching for your chopsticks for another bite of noodle. “For the updated gear, that is.”

“What makes you think he’s actually loyal to us?” there’s a hissing noise from the other end of the line, followed by a groan and a thud. Not Jongdae’s voice. He’s once again chatting while out on a mission. “He got scouted by Hesun as a spy. They hire exactly three spies every five years. That goes to show that he’s more than capable of getting revenge himself and ousting our identities.”

“He has no reason to give any tips to his enemy. And besides, he knows he needs allies before he can even dream of getting back at the people who ruined his life. ”

You stop suddenly in the middle of tapping into a concealed meeting room Kai is currently in.

You’re defending him. For some crazy, unidentifiable reason, you’re rationalizing his actions. Normally, you would’ve ditched as soon as you heard about a new member joining. No one has touched your team for as long as you’ve been here. You hate intruders. You don’t like outside people, period.

Yet you’re giving the new guy a chance.

Maybe Junmyeon isn’t the only one who’s changing.

No…..you’ve both just arrived at the same conclusion.

Your team needs Kai. Maybe even more than he needs your team.

”Corona?” Jongdae brings back movement in your fingers. His breathing has become labored and the distant yelling combined with gunshots tells you that he’s making his escape through the agreed exit route.

“I have to go,” Focus, ________. “There’s a not-so-secret meeting I have to tap into.”

~~~

On a normal night, or should you say early morning, you would be making a second bowl of ramen and reviewing a weekly schedule Junmyeon provides to help you with your hacking jobs. You would be updating your systems or surfing through open ports to download recently released video games for free. Maybe you’d be sprawled on your hammock in the living room, catching some shut eye before Jongdae’s next shift.

You wouldn’t usually be standing outside your heavily guarded door in your Mickey Mouse bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, staring incredulously at the man in front of you.

At 3:35 in the morning.

“What in the hell are you doing here?”

You rarely cuss, even when you’re under the greatest amounts of pressure, but this situation is calling for all swear words in existence at the sight of Kai at your doorstep. It’s more of a booby trapped mat he’s standing on in front of a garage door, but he’s standing on it nonetheless, perfectly unharmed.

IM. POS. SIB. BLE.

Kai, still dressed in his meeting clothes blinks back at you calmly. He holds up a manila folder and dangles it in front of your face, stamped with a logo you know all too well.

You could care less about its contents at the moment.

“How did you find this place?” you’re going for a demanding tone here, but the robe and fuzzy slippers probably aren’t helping. “How did you bypass my alarms? My security alerts? Are you out of your mind? Bonkers? A genius? I’ve made it impossible to track me down and yet-“

A quick memory flashes through your head, of numbly heading home from that night at the underground bar after Junmyeon first introduced Kai. You’d had a couple shots to drink. Your hazy senses didn’t bother to confirm the prickly sensation you felt on the back of your neck, the insistent barking of a neighbor’s dog, the flickering light of a lamp post around an alleyway corner.

You let your guard down at a critical time.

“You followed me.”

“You sure talk a lot for a recluse.” you catch Kai’s lip quirking slightly, and you’re yet again left dumbfounded.

Is that amusement you’re seeing?

“Why?” his intent gaze makes you pull your robe tighter over you. “Why do you care so much about who I am and what I’m doing?”

“I like to know whether or not the people I’m working with are trustworthy.”

Trustworthy.

He’s already ruined that kind of impression the moment he met your eyes at the underground bar. He may look ordinary now with his clean business attire, his hair pushed back, buttons neatly lined up. But you know all too well what kind of scars and secret intentions he may be harboring beneath the surface.

Yet you’re still out here entertaining him.

“I don’t think Jongdae would like the sound of that.” you throw in a curveball, testing Kai’s buttons. Hopefully not pressing too hard.

It works for a split second.

Cold anger lines his face before he pushes it back and relaxes. The corner of the manila folder in his hand wrinkles under his grip.

“His concerns are none of my concern.”

Gulp.

You remind yourself never to have the two hooked up on the same phone line when you’re working. At least then they won’t be able to hear each other and Jongdae could be saved from being verbally slaughtered.

“What have you found about him?” as discreetly as you can, you lean on the garage door to conceal your finger stretching for the emergency button on the wall.

“He’s a world class idiot who doesn’t deserve another breath in this world, but he has good skills.”

To be fair, his response was better than you’d expected, but not all that reassuring either. After saying that last compliment, Kai looks as if he’d just swallowed a bitter pill.

“I’m not going to kill him,” his eyes shift downward. “So you can take your hand off that button.”

You only hesitate for .5 seconds before pulling away from the wall.

“Fair en- hey!”

That slight hesitation was all Kai needed to shoulder past you and make his way toward the actual front door of your secret home.

On the brink of panicking, you consider several options.

One: Actually press the emergency button. Two: Ring up Junmyeon. Three: Reach for the gun under your car, fire and never look back. Four: Kick him where it hurts and run.

All plausible solutions. All requiring risk.

You choose none of them.

“Wait.” before you can think twice about it, you’ve grabbed hold of Kai’s wrist.

As he stops and turns to look at you, your heart slams against your ribcage in fear immediately. What did you just do? What have you done? Regret, regret, regret, regret. A million conflicting thoughts cross your head.

Then they all halt in an instant.

Kai, a somewhat rigid, unknown figure to you who can freeze water with his icy stares, winces in front of you.

You pull away as he struggles to hide the pain that creases his eyes.

“What happened?” you try to say more demandingly, but your voice comes out softer than you’d intended.

You were wrong.

This is not the look of someone who plans on harming you or your friends. Raiding your secret base and threatening you with your uncovered location was not Kai’s intention. Perhaps he’d also wanted to see the girl behind the computer screens, but he’s mainly come to deliver information about the ‘secret meeting’ he had with the enemy.

Nothing more, nothing less.

You deduce this all before Kai even responds.

“There was a suspicious guard by the entrance, and I had to change his mind about me before I left.”

“You didn’t….” you trail off, licking your lips nervously.

“I’m not a killer.” he scowls, practically hissing the word ‘killer’ through gritted teeth.

Guiltily, you shake your head, reminding yourself that Kai wasn’t someone dangerous to begin with. He had just been an average Joe then, unaware of the tragic future that lay ahead of him. Set up, falsely accused, thrown in a tangle of revenge and betrayal. He’d been forced to toughen up during the long days he spent in prison.

If only he hadn’t crossed paths with that cursed company, if only he’d taken the day off from taxi driving, if only he didn’t make for a perfect alias, he would have saved himself from a ruined reputation.

He’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

He’s just like the rest of you on the team.

A wave of sympathy drowns out your suspicion and panic. You turn away to your heavily locked door before Kai can notice the emotion that’s flooded your face.

You know he doesn’t want your pity.

“Stay here,” you don’t fail to notice the way Kai is now gently stretching his wrist. “I’ll be back.”

~~~

Before you can change your mind, you quickly begin cleaning up the mess in your home. The task is a daunting one as you’ve never had a single visitor in years. It takes at least fifteen minutes for you to remove the junk food and other dusty clutter on your table and countertops. It takes another five minutes to collect your dirty clothes from the corner of the living room and chuck them in the laundry basket, and with no time to spare, you power off all your computer screens and tightly shut the door to your working space.

You allow yourself to catch your breath for a few seconds before letting Kai in.

Just as you’d predicted, he surveys the area with one sweep of his eyes as soon as he steps inside.

Your personal space is a small one. One floor, four cramped rooms that consists of the bathroom, kitchen, living room, and the bedroom which you’ve converted into your hacking zone.

With another person inside, it’s easy to feel slightly claustrophobic. Kai’s presence is especially intimidating with his polished shoes, suit and tie, and his dark hair that shows no signs of disarray.

You try not to think about the challenge of what you’re about to do.

“Please, sit.”

He raises a brow at the couch and the first aid kit on the coffee table, taking a seat with questioning eyes.

You cough awkwardly, making sure to leave space between the two of you when you sit beside him.

“We might as well fix that wrist of yours.” you shrug, and Kai seems genuinely surprised that you noticed as if he hadn’t been so obvious about his discomfort.

“May I?” you reach for Kai’s injured hand. He hesitantly places the manila folder on the table before holding out his arm.

“Thank you.” he says quietly.

You hadn’t noticed it in the dimly lit garage, but now that his skin is under the light, you‘re able to see his bruised knuckles. Blood is still oozing out of deep cuts. You guess that this fight was almost fairly matched.

You ignore the urge to ask about it.

“About the meeting,” you change subjects to keep yourself focused elsewhere, casting your eyes down as you roll up Kai sleeves and dig into the first aid kit for the saline wash. “I want to know what happened after the mic failure.”

Before Kai went into the meeting room, you’d asked that he placed a bugging device in his jacket pocket so you can listen in on the conversation. About half an hour in, the audio stopped working and you could hear nothing more.

“I don’t know if they caught on that I was recording, but the man I was talking to did have an earpiece in his left ear. He kept fiddling with it whenever we were about to discuss my role as a spy for them.”

“How convenient,” you scoff, carefully dipping a sterile cotton pad in the saline. “They probably anticipated that you were going to record for blackmailing. There must’ve been a detector in the room. Explains why I was getting such unnatural frequency levels.”

Setting Kai’s hand on your knee, you lightly dab the cotton pad over the cuts on his knuckles. Strangely enough, now that you’re talking, you no longer feel the awkwardness of having a stranger over and bandaging his wounds only by your second meeting.

Keeping this all professional may be the answer to your incredibly low interpersonal skills.

“There wasn’t much you missed, but they did ask me to do something strange.”

You look up briefly from curiosity.

“How strange are we talking here?”

With his free hand, Kai tugs at his tie and unbuttons the top of his collar, brows furrowed in concern.

“They want me to break into the Blue House.”

There’s a brief period of silence.

“They what?”

Kai’s hand jolts in surprise on your knee. You look down to see that you’ve heavily pressed on his wounds.

“Sorry,” you focus your attention back to first aid, discarding the pad and ripping open a packet of gauzes. “Hesun’s getting braver by the minute. They have guts to try something so risky. We might have to speed up with our own plans.”

Not to mention speeding up your lack of solid plans.

Junmyeon had forgotten to tell Kai about an essential trait of your team: a slow ability to make decisions. You swear you’ve witnessed Jongdae and Junmyeon engaging in a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors in between team meeting breaks. You’re pretty sure that’s also how they decided to let Kai in the team.

“They didn’t disclose the information to me, but I guess that this has something to do with bugging the president’s office. Or possibly retrieving classified documents.”

“Of course,” you huff under your breath, wiping away the excess saline with extra gauzes. “Hesun has a talent for making a James Bond movie over everything. When are you going?”

“Two weeks from today.”

“We’ll have an emergency meeting with Gramps and Jongdae as soon as we can, then.”

“Gramps?” Kai snickers.

“It’s an inside joke thing we have.” you dodge Kai’s curiosity for the sake of Junmyeon’s privacy and begin to wrap a bandage around his wrist. Already, there’s a dark red spot seeping through the gauze. You reposition his hand and lift it slowly so you can tighten the bandage, his skin warming your fingers.

For some reason you find it hard to look up.

“Be careful next time.” you say without thinking. “Try not to beat someone up again and nearly break your hand in the process while you’re at it.”

“Is my accuser worried about me?”

You register that he’s referring to you suspecting him for killing the suspicious guard. Embarrassment floods your cheeks, and on reflex you squeeze his wrist.

As soon as Kai yelps in pain, you bend over to blow at his hand.

“Oh geez, I’m so sor-“

It was a mistake to look.

Simultaneously, you’ve both moved to blow out the pain, and suddenly you’re face to face with a pair of startled eyes. From this close, you can make out a faint scar that runs down the center of Kai’s chin, and another at the corner of his mouth.

His features are less sharp from up close, less calculating and serious. With his lips slightly protruded in mid blow, he no longer seems like the daunting boy you were so wary of.

A fragile silence rests between you and you’re not entirely sure if it’s worth breaking it.

“WARNING. WARNING. CODE ORANGE.”

Ah, that should be your cue.

You spring apart faster than you’d expected, and Kai morphs back to duty mode as he whips his head around to look for the source of the noise.

There’s no point in hiding your precious children now.

“It’s my security software.” you race for your hacking room, throwing the door open to find all of your screens flashing with an alert you fear you’re seeing for the first time.

Kai is hot on your heels. He stands and watches from behind you as you begin typing an extensive code to access the CCTVs planted around your hideout.

“What does it mean?”

“Hopefully not what I think it is.”

You’re too focused to be concerned over Kai closely watching you. He may not even understand most of what you’re doing, so it’s relatively safe to show him your work. Besides, the bigger threat is the program that’s awakened since you’d first installed it.

You meant for it to function as a safety net. A backup in the case of trouble. You were confident you would never need its use.

It takes several minutes of you searching through every angle of the cameras, prompting the program to look with you, before you spot it. A black van with soundless engines rolling through the streets. Nearly imperceptible in the darkness, still several blocks away, but headed towards a way too familiar route.

Code orange.

There’s only one meaning behind it but you hoped it was only a mistake.

“Prepare for shutdown,” you command the program, breathing in to calm your nerves. “There’s an intruder on the way.”

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