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baekxytocin · 3 years ago

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Wolf - Chapter 2 (M)

Fantasy, Fluff, Imagination, Mature, Paranormal, Romance, Sensitive, Smut, Songfic

Warning: Contains mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

Character: Baekhyun and Reader

EXO Members

‘I am worried about you! You may be hungry or hurt!’

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“Boss, as you have expected, Baekhyun is bringing the girl there. I have watched them carefully; they have returned to their home now” a voice is reporting what he just saw. “They spent their time together at the pasture this hour and just return home? Good job Lay…. Hahaha…. Now, all we need is the right time to kill Baekhyun. Now we also know…. that the girl is his weakness….” the boss ponders.

“But, boss. Isn’t that now is the mating season? Then he must be stronger to fight with all of us. Usually, during mating season, we will be stronger to protect our loved ones, right? If Chen, Xiumin and Sehun are also with him, then we will have no match….” However, the voice interrupts by the boss. “Geez, Lay! You coward!! If you are so scared to fight him, just die!!” the boss’ eyes turn red and sharp claws raised, ready to kill Lay.

“Suho, stop! You won’t get anything if you kill Lay. May I remind you of what happened to our three late, poor soul brothers? It’s because of the other pack, they were gone. Our mission is to kill Baekhyun and the rest of Xiumin’s pack, then conquer this forest, remember?” Another voice comes toward them. Suho, the boss, finally calms down. He motions Lay to leave and turns to the other voice. “So…. Tell me, Kai. What is your plan?” Suho inquires.

Kai takes a deep breath. “So, you also noticed that night, that Baekhyun suddenly became stronger, right? I believe he has chosen that human girl to be his mate. But, that girl is only a human. She cannot do anything. One bite and she’s gone. Though they outnumbered four to us five, they are still stronger, especially now Baekhyun seems to found his mate, he would do anything to protect her. So, if you want to get rid of Xiumin’s pack and dominate this area, you need to take her away first. Baekhyun can protect himself, but it will be a burden to protect two, right?” Kai explains to Suho.

Suho ponders a while. “Good idea Kai, but how are we going to kidnap the girl? We know now that she is heavily guarded. Their strengths are no joke too” Suho tries to discuss the situation. “I must take revenge for our three late brothers” he continues.

“Can I suggest you something, Suho? A new voice comes. Suho motions him to continue. “I have watched them for some time. The pack usually leaves the house at night for a night patrol. Most of the nights, one will stay and guards the girl, while the rest of them are patrolling, but on a few nights, I’ve been watching…. They left her alone in the house too. Although they just leave in a short time, with our number, a few of us could distract them, while the rest of us can invade the house and kill the girl. I think tonight is the time where Baekhyun stays since a few nights ago was Chen and Sehun. Maybe tomorrow or after tomorrow she will be left alone so we can kill her….” but Suho gestures to him to stop.

“No, Chanyeol, no. Let the girl live. She could be a…. ‘good use’ for us too; since now it is the mating season…. Oh, I feel so horny nowadays…. We need someone new, fresh and young too if we wanted to continue our legacy. Now, let’s wait for a good time to abduct this girl, then destroy Xiumin’s pack once and for all. I can’t stand knowing them dominating this place consistently” Suho emits a horror laugh as he leaves Kai and Chanyeol alone.

Meanwhile, back to the Xiumin’s pack….

You and Baekhyun safely arrived home when you realise that nobody is in the house at the moment.

“Hm? The house is empty. Where are they going?” You look for them but couldn’t find them anywhere in the house. You continue searching upstairs, while Baekhyun follows you closely at the back. “Do you usually follow others around this close?” you simply ask, and he chuckles. You glare at him when he hears your stomach grumbling. He chortles, then leads you to the kitchen. When both of you are preparing dinner, Xiumin, Chen and Sehun finally show up.

“Speak of the devil. How do you know I am preparing for dinner? Now that all of you are here, let’s have dinner before sleep” and they just laugh hearing what you just said. “Were you worried about us, Cutie?” Sehun gets close and pinches your cheeks. “Yes, Cutie! I am worried about you! You may be hungry or hurt! Come! Let’s have dinner together!” you play along with Sehun when you hear someone clears his throat. “Stop it, two of you, really….” Baekhyun separates you and Sehun from playing along further.

You take a seat at the table and have dinner. “Thank you for your care, Y/N. Actually… We just came back from the town” Chen responds. “Town? So you deal with….” You surprised. Chen just nods. “It’s hard to explain our lives. But yeah, like we ever said before, we usually appear in human form and only in wolf form when in danger. So…. to some extent, we still need to live like, normal humans do” Xiumin adds. You have no further questions and continue dinner with them. They help you clean the dishes, then you go to the shower before calling it a night.

You just come out from the shower when Baekhyun stands in front of the bathroom. He pushes you back to the shower. “Baekhyun! What are you doing?” you try not to panic. “I want to have a shower with you….” but you simply scoff. “You should tell me earlier. I have finished my bath, so if you’ll excuse me, I need some sleep now” but both of his hands block your path. “No, my lady. I cannot let you go. What if you go and tease Sehun with the cutie thing again?” He talks while simply taking off his clothes and begins showering. You gulp as you could see him naked, but tries to keep your composure.

“I smell jealousy here…. Come on…. I was just joking around with Sehun. There’s nothing to worry about….” but Baekhyun takes your towel off, then pulls you back to the shower with him. “There is something that needs to be worried about. If you get close to him, what about me? We have spent time together at the pasture though. Does that explain my jealousy?” you could see his pouts, making you giggle. He feels happy seeing you smile. He gets closer to you, cups your face, and slowly kisses you.

You decided to kiss him back while placing your hands around his neck to pull him closer. “Can I claim you as my mate from now on? I want you to myself. I don’t care if you are human, I mean…. I really, fall in love with you now” as he breaks the kiss and looks at you. “Well, I would love to be your mate, if you take me out from this shower. Gosh, where’s the towel?” he chuckles after seeing your reaction. “You won’t need the towel now” with his werewolf strength, he easily carries you to his bedroom, then locks the door so that no one can interrupt your privacy tonight.

He gently places you on his bed, stroking your head. You cup his face, admiring his masculine feature. “You’re so beautiful” Baekhyun adores you; starts kissing again from your lips to your earlobe, then down to your neck. At this moment, his kisses go lower to your collarbone and chest. He leans down and sucks one of your nipples, while you let out a moan. “Ohh…..” He continues licking and sucking the other side, while sweetly circling the other ones. “Baekhyun, hmm, hmm….. so good, ohh….”

You extend your hand and gradually stroke his member down below, and he emits a manly grunt. You pleasure each other while whimpering together. You don’t care about the others who may have to listen to your sensual activity, all you want now is to enjoy your new love with Baekhyun. Meanwhile, Baekhyun continues going down on you, maintaining in slow motion, while enjoying each part of your body.

He continues kissing your inner thigh, then later goes down to the opening of your sensitive clit. “So wet for me, um….” and he licks your sweet spot, making you moan louder. He wrapped his arms around your legs, burying his face in your delicious folds. You are getting wetter, making him excited more. He licks and moves his tongue around your clit. “Ohh…. Ohh…. Baekhyun, right there…. Umm, umm, OHH, umm…..” You moan loudly. As you are feeling tension builds up, he tastes your juicy wetness more. “AHH, AHH….” you finally release yourself.

You take a deep breath and open your eyes, and you could see Baekhyun is already climbing on top of you. Your hands reach for his hard shaft when he takes your hands and pins them above your head. “We can do that later. I want to feel inside you now” he rubs his cock against your already wet pussy. You moan together, as you feel the tip of his cock hit the opening of your clit. You kiss him passionately, while he spreads your thighs, and then guides his member to be inside you with his hand.

“OHHH…. Y/N, you are so tight…. Umm…..” he groans softly as his cock fully enters you now. He moves in and out at a languid pace, sending you two to another level of affection. “Ahh…. hmm, hmm….. Baekhyun….” you feel so good as he moves his hips along. “Umm…. Y/N…. hmm, hmm….” he leans down and kisses you, as you keep humming. At one time, he moves harder, increasing the intensity of the pleasure within you. “Harder! Ahh!�� You said, closing your eyes. “You like it, hmm….?” and he thrusts in and out, harder. “AHHH! OHHH!” You grunt, and immediately your second orgasm reached with a shiver goes down your spine. “OHH! That feels so good, umm….” as Baekhyun keeps moving, still has much energy.

“Baekhyun…. Go…. faster…. Um….” you wrap your legs around him, as you feel another tension building within you. Baekhyun grunting, accelerates his movement, making you scream with intensity. A few more thrusts and you finally reach your climax together, his cock twitches inside you. Both of you panting, and he lay side to side with you but didn’t pull his member out from you.

“Let’s sleep like this tonight” as he gives a hot smooch on your lips. “Naughty” you smile. “Good night, my mate, my sweetheart” he hugs you tightly, and then both of you drift to a peaceful sleep.

After a few hours of lovely slumber with your new love, Baekhyun, a ray of light shines through the window. Baekhyun wakes up first, enjoying the light slanting through the window. He immediately sees you and smiles to himself. He smells a beautiful sensuality in the morning. Since you two are still connected down below, he tries not to move too much, while gently running his fingers through your hair, enjoying the scent of you.

He lets out a soft groan when you are moving, and you feel his member is already hard. “I sense…. a morning wood” you smirk with eyes still closed. “I am….” he pulls you closer. He put one of your legs up, and while in the spoon position, he starts to move in and out from you again. “Umm….” you moan softly. He kisses you while fondling your breasts. Once more, you are drowned in his affection.

You are getting wetter when he started to speed up the tempo of him thrusting in and out from you. You two cannot help yourself but let out a scream from the pleasure. He flips you, with him now on top, he pins your arms above and he hammers down with his strength. “AHH! OHH!! BAEKHYUN!! AHH!!” His acceleration makes you arch your back and eventually squirt while quivering so much from the pleasure. He then reaches his orgasm right after, spilling his warm juice inside of you again.

You two are kissing each other while getting your high down. “Oh, no. I mess up your bed” you get panic when you see his bed is wet. “I’m sorry, I will help you change this now” you want to get up, but Baekhyun stops you. “Stay…. we can do that later, let’s sleep some more” he hugs you tightly. “The sun is shining, Baekhyun. It’s getting hot….” but he cuts you off with a kiss, and eventually you continue your sleep in each other’s arms again.

You and Baekhyun missed the breakfast after taking more sleep. You finally woke up, and sluggishly go to shower while Baekhyun is still sleeping. You head to the kitchen and notice Xiumin preparing for lunch assisted by Sehun. “Good morning…. Where’s Chen?” but they answer you with a laugh.

“Our cutie had a good sleep with our Baekhyun hyung last night? You don’t even realise it’s already afternoon” Sehun pats your head. “What???? It’s already in the afternoon?? Sorry!! I must be too tired….” You try making excuses, but Xiumin only lets out a chuckle. “Y/N, we are werewolves. We have good ears. We know what you did last night and this early morning. No need to be embarrassed” and you flush when hearing him.

“Baekhyun hyung is lucky! He got his mate already! Hyung! Bring me to the town next week! I want to find my human mate too! I don’t want to miss the season this time” Sehun clings his arms towards Xiumin. “Hey! Don’t disturb me! I’m cooking!” and you only chortle watching them bickering with each other.

“Wait, what season are you talking about?” you suddenly recalled what Sehun spoke just now. “Oh. That. Well, we have our mating season every year. When the mating season comes, our, chemicals or what you call…. hormones in the body will raise and…. and yeah. If we could find one, and fall in love, we will… yeah, mate…. and…. yeah” and Xiumin knocks on Sehun’s head after hearing his unclear explanations. “It’s okay, I think I understand that part…. But what happens if you don’t mate?” your curiosity intensifies.

“Nothing. It will be just another normal day. However, danger comes when one started to find his mate. In this case, you are in danger. Since Baekhyun has claimed you…. we need to protect you more since you are human too, otherwise…. A normal human like you is simply vanquished by the other pack. Worst, they could use you for their own nasty thing” Xiumin explains.

“Oh…. You suddenly feel upset by the situation. “I’m sorry for coming here and giving you trouble though….” You continue. “Oh no! I don’t mean that you need to leave this place. You may stay as long as you want. It’s just that, you need to be careful. Probably you need to stick closer to Baekhyun more” Chen slides into the conversation. “Told you Cutie! You’ll be the one who needs space from Baekhyun now” he grins, then Chen and Xiumin hit him, but Sehun just laughs.

“I wonder…. Has he ever mated with other female humans, or female werewolves before?” you ask them, but you hear a familiar voice gets closer thus hugging you from the back. “No. We tend to find a mate once in our lives, although there is a mating season that comes every year. Werewolves are loyal creatures in the first place, so we either ask our mates to stay with us for extra protection, or they can start their new pack. But it doesn’t mean that when starting the new pack, we don’t need to see each other again or fight with other packs for domination or something. We are not like some humans, who deceive others for their own evil needs” Baekhyun answers.

“That is correct. But for our case, the other pack will do just like some humans did; betray and do bad things that would only satisfy themselves” Xiumin adds, sighs, and continues.

“Yup…. Just like that misunderstanding….”

To be continued….

Uploaded on: 10thApril 2022

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bbhkjiexofics · 4 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Welcome to the BBHKJIEXOFICS Masterlist!

*Stories marked (M) contain mature content such as smut, violence, etc. Please make sure you are 18+ before reading.

BYUN BAEKHYUN

SERIES:

- COMING SOON -

ONE-SHOTS:

- COMING SOON -

KIM JONGIN (KAI)

SERIES:

FORGIVENESS IS NOT A GAME (M) - ongoing

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, slice of life, smut (later chapters), slow burn

Au: Idol!Au

Warnings: signs of PTSD, domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, strong language, violence, sexual content

Summary: You were just trying to forget. Forget the past, forget the pain, forget everything, and start anew. Until nine boys come rushing into your life, pulling you out of your loneliness and past traumas. But out of the nine, only one made you believe in the light of love again. Before Jongin, you were adamant about living a life that shuts out the rest of the world, content within the confines of your own bubble, but now, he makes you want to forgive – not just the world, but yourself. You realize that maybe he’s what you’ve needed all along but the question is, are you what he needs or is he just playing a dangerous game?

ONE-SHOTS:

ROUTINES & EXPECTATIONS

Genre: romance, angst, slight fluff

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kpopimaginings · 3 years ago

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“Where have you been?” - Chen (Jongdae)

A/N: My first Chen writing to celebrate his birthday :)

You had been waiting outside your building for Chen for nearly 10 minutes. He had promised to meet you here for date night, but you were starting to think you might just give up and go back in. No sooner had thought crossed your mind, someone snuck up beside you and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

You jumped slightly as you looked round and found Chen grinning at you.

"Where have you been?" you asked, trying to be stern, but failing miserably when you couldn't help but smile back.

"Does it matter? I'm here now," he replied, pulling you in for a proper kiss before you could respond.

"You're lucky you're cute," you told him, squeezing his cheek.

He grabbed your hand away from his face and laced his fingers through yours so you could walk to the restaurant hand-in-hand.

"Honestly, I just took longer getting ready than I'd planned for," he explained as the two off you headed off. "I wanted to make sure I was looking my best for you."

"You always look amazing."

"So do you. Especially right now."

"Thanks, I put a lot of effort in too," you said, doing a little pose and making him laugh.

With your hand still in his, he pulled you close again and bringing your hand to his lips pressing a quick kiss to the back of it.

NAVIGATION | EXO MASTERLIST

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privebbh · 4 years ago

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꒰6:22 p.m.꒱ With one hand on the small of your back and the other holding your hand delicately, Jongdae sways both of your bodies to the soothing rhythm of the lyrics he sings. Your head rests against his chest, its gentle reverberations from his hums caressing your cheek and spreading through your body, warming you like the honey-colored rays of the sunset that spill into the kitchen of your shared apartment. Since your eyes are closed, you miss the tender smile that he gazes down at you with.

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haveanotherkpopblog · 4 years ago

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Carnival

Pairing: Kim Jongdae x You

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 900~

Warnings: None

A/N: A request from my old blog from @noona-clock's T (@trishmarieco)

It was a complete accident. Sort of. You wanted to go to the carnival, but tickets were crazy expensive nowadays. Seriously, what was up with people charging crazy amounts for some rides and cheap games? The only way to get cheap tickets were for couples. So, you thought it’d be a great idea to call one of your acting buddies to play boyfriend. But instead of texting Jongin, you texted Jongdae. Whoops.

So now Jongdae sat in your living room, arms crossed and an amused smirk on his face. This was something you guys had never done. It was like some unspoken rule you both had agreed to, a line you both never crossed. You knew how badly these things could turn out. He was your best friend, your very best friend. Sometimes, certain lines aren’t meant to be crossed.

“So, can I be your boyfriend?” he asked. You sighed. “Can I?”

“I mean, I s’pose. There isn’t more that I can do. I really, really want to go,” you said, throwing your hands up.

So now you were standing in to get tickets, pretending that your best friend was your boyfriend. You stood a good distance away from him, arms wrapped around yourself. It felt so weird, pretending Jongdae was your boyfriend. How did people do this?

Jongdae moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You tensed, immediately surrounded by his scent. He smelled good, he always smelled good. That was not as creepy as it sounded. You guys were best friends. There have been a plentitude of times where he’s stayed the night and, after a while, shared your bed. It was completely platonic, he was just a very nice cuddler.

“Just act natural,” he mumbled in your ear. “Relax, everything’s gonna be fine.”

“This isn’t natural,” you stressed quietly. He rested his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t think about it as fake dating. Think of it as us kicking everyone’s ass at acting,” he whispered. You giggled, elbowing him softly in the ribcage. He slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

“You can be such a dweeb,” you teased. He scoffed, shaking his head.

You slowly inched towards the ticket booth. It was clear to see the lady running the booth, old and not pleasant looking. “We’re screwed,” you said, turning towards him. “There’s no way we’ll convince her. She’ll see right through us, eat us alive and spit us back out.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’m sure if you apply your acting skills, we’ll be just fine.” You glared, pouting. “Here, give me your hand. Don’t give me that look. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” He wrapped his hand around yours, intertwining your fingers. It felt weird, but not a bad weird. You bit the inside of your cheek, staring at your feet.

You finally reached the ticket booth. The old woman eyes you suspiciously, before turning to Jongdae. Her jaw dropped in surprise before she burst into a big grin. “Jongdae!” she laughed. She leant over the railing wrapping her arms around Jongdae. He laughed, hugging her back. “Oh, it’s been too long!”

“That it has, Mrs. Pak, that it has,” he agreed. He turned to you grinning. “Mrs. Pak, this is Y/N.” She gasped, turning to you.

“This is Y/N, oh Jongdae, she’s gorgeous.” You grinned sheepishly. “I didn’t know you guys were dating!” You glanced over at Jongdae with a quirked brow.

“Y/N this my neighbor, Mrs. Pak. She makes the best lamb kebabs in the world,” he explained. You nodded, bowing to Mrs. Pak. “So Mrs. Pak, you think we could get the couple’s tickets?” She nodded eagerly, handing you both your tickets. You enter the park, grinning.

“You talk to your neighbor about me?” you inquired. He opened his mouth to say something but you pointed past him. “Look, darts!” You ran past him and towards the game. He followed behind you.

He slapped a dollar on the table, grabbing the darts. He tried throwing the darts, but failed every time. “It’s rigged,” he complained.

You smirked, setting a dollar down. The carny handed you the darts, stepping aside. You hit all the balloons, earning a stuffed unicorn. “Ah wae!” he yelled. You laughed, shoving the animal into his hand. “It’s rigged!”

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” you assured him grinning. He pouted, nudging you. You guys played more games and ate some fried carnival food. Dusk was approaching and you guys decided to ride some of the rides. You weren’t sure if the girlish screams were your, or Jongdae’s.

You were ready to call it a day, but Jondae convinced you it was mandatory to ride the ferris wheel. So you were strapped in as the wheel went round and round. It finally stopped, right at the tippy top. You sat there, staring at the sun dipping below the city.

“Wow,” you breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yea, it is.” You turned to find Jongdae staring at you.

“Dae?”

“You know, before today, I never saw as more than just my best friend,” he told you.

“Before today?” you repeated.

“I got to see you in a new light today, Y/N. And I--I kinda like the new light,” he confessed. You stared at him, mouth slightly open. He leant in slowly, hesitant to move too suddenly. You leaned in as well, pressing your lips against his. He cupped your face, pulling you closer.

When you both broke apart, your eyes remained closed, still slightly stunned by what had just happened. When you finally opened your eyes, Jongdae was staring at you fondly. “What now?” you asked, gazing into his eyes.

He flashed you his Cheshire cat smile. “Can I be your boyfriend?”

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years ago

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Nine Little Letters

Genre: College AU, Fake Dating AU, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before AU

Inspired By: This graphic made by @rcse-tvler

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: Just when you thought life was done shoving you down, it got much, much worse. After finding out that your latest crush was already in a relationship, you did what you always did when emotions ran high: you wrote a letter. Signed and sealed, you put it away with the eight other letters you’d written to past one-sided loves, never to be seen again. That is, until a mix up accidentally sends those letters out to their respective recipients and you find yourself in the middle of one confusing web of love. With fake relationships, insecurities, and revelations swirling around, things are bound to get a little messy.

Coming Soon

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exhoe-imagines · 5 years ago

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you know... → k.jd

summary → wedding planning with jongdae reminds you how much of a hassle he is. but, you can’t find it in yourself to really mind.

word count → 0.5k

warnings → wedding related things, reader is a future non-gendered married person, jongdae and reader’s relationship is ambiguous so u can read it however u desire! he can be read as just a friend or the future hubby hehe

a/n → teehee this lil drabble is for my baby boo @trishmarieco!! she’s doing her own wedding planning rn, and needed some stress relief -- so i’m here to deliver!! ;) - admin ruby

“You know…” Jongdae starts for what feels like the countless time this afternoon, only furthering your regret for inviting him to this cake taste test. “I can’t say I like this one, either.” He says the words while his teeth hold his fork in place, bite already deep in his full stomach from every other flavor the bakery has to offer.

“You’ve said that about the last dozen, Dae,” you groan out, dropping your own fork back onto the small sample plate. If you have to take another bite of cake or icing, you’re entirely sure you might call off the wedding altogether.

He frowns after dropping his own plastic silverware -- and you can’t help but notice the few crumbs that move with his drooping lips. Without a word, you hand him a napkin from the table, and he wipes his face without even blinking. You’re always taking care of him.

“It’s not my fault the past dozen weren’t good enough.” He sighs, leaning back and patting his stomach.

You playfully swat his arm, hoping the bakery owner isn’t eavesdropping from her position in the kitchen. “You can’t just say that!” you seethe, though it’s clear your tone is far from harsh. Jongdae can never truly get on your nerves, and that’s the exact reason he’s the one in the chair across from you, playing footsie with you under the table.

It takes a second to pick up all your trash -- Jongdae has never been the neatest person -- and you mentally remind yourself to leave as big a tip as you can afford. And as he attempts to balance his plastic fork on his nose, you think anyone who has to spend a day with his shenanigans deserves some compensation. Oh, how rich you’d be.

The friendly woman returns a few minutes later to get your opinion on the newest flavor -- one you can’t even remember or distinguish in the flurry of tastes -- and thankfully your light kick to Jongdae’s shin under the table is enough to keep him from saying something that will cost more than your wedding budget can afford.

“Oh, we just can’t decide what to choose yet,” you lie, ignoring the snort from the smirking man across you. “So many options!”

You only join in his laughter once the door to the bakery is closed behind you, and the spare twenty in your back pocket has been safely deposited in the tip jar up front.

“You are insufferable!” you practically wheeze, bumping shoulders with Jongdae as you walk down the quiet street. “That poor, poor woman.” It’s quite ironic, you think, considering you feel very lucky as his warm hand grasps at yours. The tender feeling in your chest is certainly compensation enough for you, it seems.

He just grins, no remorse visible as he starts talking about the next bakery nearby. “You know…” he begins, and you let out the most exaggerated sigh possible, though it quickly turns into a laugh deep from your chest.

Jongdae continues to ramble, and you listen faintly to his fantastical ideas that’d empty your bank account in the blink of an eye. But, as his signature chuckle appears, and he squeezes your hand in that extra tight way that always manages to make you feel loved -- you can’t help but think, yes, this is exactly where I want to be.

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noirsfantasy · 4 years ago

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Blind Miracle

Type: Fluff

Pairing: Exo!Chen x Reader

Summary: Turns out blind dates are so much harder than they seem. You find that out when meeting up with someone very unexpected

A/N: I’ve been gone for a while, but here’s a little something to warm your hearts on Christmas. I hope you guys like it. Merry Christmas!

Word Count: 1,252

4:53 pm

Agh! I’m so late! How could I be so stupid as to overlook the time like this? I was supposed to be there at 4:30! Not to mention, my phone died. I rush through the snowy streets, doing my best to not slip on any ice. I blink snowflakes off my eyelashes as I hurry to my destination. Why are the streets so crowded? I find myself having to weave between people on the sidewalk and bumping a few.

I breath a sigh of relief once I reach the destination. I’m here for a blind date and we decided on a café for lunch. I walk in, shaking the snow off my jacket as I remove it. The place is packed, but there’s one table that only as one person sitting alone. Thank God, I thought he would’ve left. He’s got a book in front of him, as well as a steaming cup of coffee.

He looks up from his book and we make eye contact. My heart jumps. I smile and wave at him, walking towards him. He waves back, eyes a little wide as his returns the smile. I set my jacket on the back of the seat and sit down.

“Hi, sorry I’m so late. I completely lost track of time. And I was going to call, but my phone died and I couldn’t tell you I was gonna be late.” I ramble as I settle in. I set my purse to the side and quickly plug my phone in to one of the outlets to charge while we’re here. I look back at him apologetically, hoping he’s not upset. He shakes his head.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He replies. I could tell that he was examining me as soon a I sat down. I blush a little as he holds my gaze.

“Ah- You already ordered.” I say, pointing to his coffee.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He chuckles nervously. I smile at him.

“It’s completely fine, I was the one who was late and I would’ve been more upset if you’d have waited for me. You look really good, by the way.” I compliment him. He smiles and looks off the the side, trying to hide his bashfulness.

“You look nice, too.” My smile grows wider at his words.

“Thank you! Soo, what’s that you’re reading?” I ask him, gesturing towards the book.

“Oh, this? It’s a book about a man who found out that his brother is going to try and kill him so he can use his life insurance money. It’s really suspenseful. I like a book that can keep me on edge.” He says, a smile playing on his face. I smile back, leaning towards him a bit as he speaks. As we talk, a server comes over.

“Hello, I’m sorry for the wait. Is everything okay here? Do you want to order a drink or any refills?” She asks. She looks spent. It’s apparent in her tone that she’s annoyed and just wants to be out of here.

“I’ll have a hot chocolate, please.” I say as she writes down my order. She huffs and walks away, quickly.

“She doesn’t look like she’s having a good time.” He jokes. I giggle a little.

“She’s trying. I can tell. Most other servers have a snappy attitude and don’t put a lot of effort into their job. But she still kept her polite attitude, even if her cheeriness was a little on the downside. She’s doing a good job, given the circumstances.” I explain with a light smile on my face.

“Wow, you got all that from a few seconds of talking to her?” He questions. I nod.

“I used to be a server when I was in high school. I know a few things.” I giggle.

“That’s good, it sounds like a good experience.” He replies.

“Yeah, it really was.” It takes a few minutes for my hot chocolate to get here. I thank and tip the server, smiling as I take in the scent of chocolaty goodness.

“So, why hot chocolate instead of coffee?” He asks as I take a sip of my drink.

“Well, it is almost Christmas, so it’s in season. And also, I love it. It makes me feel like a child again.” I say, smiling to myself. He snickers a little as I take another sip.

“What’s so funny, huh?” I inquire smirking as I roll my eyes.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He responds, obviously lying. I narrow my eyes at him, but go back to drinking my hot chocolate. Once I finish, I place my cup down and sigh, smiling contently. He laughs again.

“Alright, what is it?” I ask again, sternly this time.

“It’s just that... you have some whipped cream on your face.” He informs me. I blush, moving to wipe my mouth with my sleeve, but he stops me.

“Here, use this. It’s much better.” He chuckles, passing me a napkin. I laugh nervously, accepting the napkin and wiping the whipped cream away.

“Thank you.” I giggle. We really seem to hit it off. We talk for about an hour, until we decide to leave and walk around a little. The sun is beginning to set and we’re walking side-by-side, shoulders bumping each other. While we’re walking I feel my phone buzz in my purse. We stop for a moment so that I can read the message and I see I have 12 missed messages from an hour and a half ago.

Park Chanyeol

4:31 pm - Hey, I’m here, where are you?

4:40 pm - Um? Are you coming???

4:46 pm - Hello?

4:50 pm - I’m leaving. Maybe another time...

My eyes grow wide as I read the texts. I look up nervously at the man I’ve been on this date with. He looks back at me with a calm look and a soft smile.

“What’s up?” He asks me.

“Um, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked when I first arrived. But, um, is your name, by chance, Park Chanyeol?” He looks utterly confused at the question and shakes his head.

“No, my name is Kim Jongdae.” He replies.

“Ah, you must’ve thought I was crazy for just sitting down at your table like that. You should’ve said something, I feel so bad now.” I say, placing my face in my hands.

“Well, I definitely thought it was odd that you randomly sat at my table, but I believe everything happens for a reason. Consider it a Christmas Miracle.” He chuckles. “So don’t feel bad, you still had a good time, I hope?”

“Yes, of course I had a great time with you. I’m just sorry for this misunderstanding. I was supposed to be on a blind date with this guy my friend set me up with, but I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the nicest date I’ve had in a while. Even if you are just some random guy who’s table I sat at.” I smile up at him.

“So, I didn’t catch your name.” He tells me, waiting for my response.

“Oh! I’m sorry. Let me properly introduce myself. I’m L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you.” I say, extending my hand to him. He shakes it and gives me a warm smile.

“Nice to meet you too~”

#Exo Chen #Chen #Kim Jongdae #Jongdae #Chen fluff #Christmas #Merry Christmas #Happy Holidays #Oneshot #fluffy #Coffee shop #fluff #blind date #exo chen x reader #Chen x reader #noirsfantasy

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fairyjun · 5 years ago

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[6:24] Your hands intertwined, you looked up at Jongdae as he continued to serenade you, nothing but the sound of his angelic voice filling the room. A warmth filled your chest, a sensation so strong that you could barely contain it. That was the moment you realized that what you were feeling was love.

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sooibian · 5 years ago

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Mine

(Jongdae - Fluff)

Your eyes were glued to the entrance of the pub, barring the occasional glances you took at your phone. Between Jongdae and you, you were the tardy one. He was never late. What's taking him so long?

You were especially anxious today because of what he said over phone last evening - I have something very important to tell you. You have to meet me tomorrow. Please!!!! He whined. True Jongdae-style.

You tried your best to not read too much into it. Jongdae and you had been friends quite sometime now and over the past few months your heart had started gravitating towards him in a way that was....more than just friendly. You, unfortunately, had let this secret slip over a couple of drinks. Now Chanyeol knew but he swore to complete secrecy. And you trusted him enough.

You were well aware of the fact that Jongdae didn't feel the same. He probably never would. So you tried your best to never let your feelings intensify lest you end up ruining your friendship with him. So far you'd been successful at guarding your heart. And you lauded yourself for that.

"Ahem", a male voice made your head turn.

"Jongdae! Where have - I'm sorry, I - I thought it was my friend"

It was not Jongdae. It was an unknown guy, probably in his late twenties.

"Hi... I swear I've never done this before", he said with an awkward laugh, "do you mind if I join you?"

Now this was a first. A complete stranger, and a good looking one at that, was probably trying to hit on you. This was straight out of a rom-com and it made you want to laugh. You couldn't wait to tell Jongdae about it. You were already having a full fledged mental conversation with him. Shit!

Not knowing how to react, you simply said, "I'm actually waiting for a friend", almost apologetically.

"It's alright-", he started and before you knew it, Jongdae positioned himself between you and the guy and studied your face intently.

You got off your chair instantaneously almost as if you had been caught doing something wrong.

Jongdae was dangerously close to you. His eyes boring into your soul. You felt the heat rising in your cheeks. Was this actually happening? He wrapped his arms around your waist, his face inching towards yours. Closing your eyes, you leaned in closer. His lips finally met yours and you felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest.

"Mine", he said when your lips parted and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Chanyeol had some explaining to do.

#jongdae has been wrecking me for a while now #i had to do this #kim jongdae #jongdae fluff #chen fluff #exo chen #exo #chen x reader #chen x you #jongdae x reader #jongdae x you #exo fluff #exo blurb #exo drabble #chen drabble

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baekxytocin · 3 years ago

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Chat #04 - The secret of C in CBX

Chanyeol: C in CBX is Chanyeol.

Baekhyun: No, it's Chen.

Chanyeol: Chen's real name is Jongdae.

Baekhyun: Yeah, but C in Chen could also mean Chens (chance for pronunciation). He should be given a chance to shine as well.

Chen: Love you, Baekhyun. *Hugs Baekhyun*

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timelesstempo · 5 years ago

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{7:17 am} reaching your arm out to look for your boyfriend, you instead find an empty jongdae-sized spot next to you. the absence of his warmth requires you to wrap your comforter tighter around your body.

your boyfriend must have left early for work without you noticing. you shrug off the disappointment of not getting to wake up to his handsome face and fluffy morning hair and decide to go ahead and start your day.

you stumble sleepily to the bathroom in the minimal morning light that seeps through the curtains. reaching the bathroom, you reluctantly flick on the bright light, quickly noticing something out of the ordinary.

a dozen or so pink sticky notes are plastered all over the bathroom mirror, each with love notes, sweet reminders, or lyrics in progress.

your heart warms and you’re suddenly fully awake. you peel a few off to get a closer look.

“good morning baby!”

“you look beautiful today!”

“never forget how much i love you!”

“i will be home later tonight and ill bring your favorite takeout!

“i made you some pancakes and coffee! enjoy, my love!”

“have a good day, honey. call me if you need anything.”

your smile grows with every note you read. the fact that jongdae took the time out of his morning to put together such a wonderful surprise reminds you of how lucky you are that he trusts you with his heart, and in return, cherishes yours with every ounce of his being. you really do have the sweetest man alive.

#requests #jongdae #kim jongdae #chen #exo jongdae #exo chen #jongdae x reader #jongdae imagine #jongdae soft hours #jongdae scenario #jongdae blurb #jongdae fluff #exo #exo x reader #exo imagines #exo soft hours #exo scenarios #exo blurbs #exo fluff

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stainandscribble · 5 years ago

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Beyond Words(III)

Let Me Hold You Tight

Pairing: Jongdae (EXO Chen) X Reader

Genre: Jongdae Poet AU; angst; fluff

Summary: A poet reminiscences about his old lover and their relationship in his new anthology, reminding himself of the importance of sincerity, and that love words are just as important spoken aloud as they are printed on paper.

Word Count: 5935

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

A/N: Love is a blessing everyone is deserving of, and Jongdae has been blessed twice: with someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with, and a child, who he himself referred to as a blessing. I wish him all the best. In light of this, I will be concluding this short series in the next part. I will not be writing for him anymore. (I know its march but this is set in December because it fits the timeline and plot)

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Space was the nothingness between two things, an unspoken barrier, a limitation that kept you from him. You had told him you needed space. You needed time. Jongdae respected that. He didn’t push you. He had given you as much space as you wanted. You didn’t move back into your shared apartment for three months, until November. You didn’t sleep in your shared bed until December began knocking on your windows with frosty fingers and chilly drafts. He didn’t push, and he hoped he didn’t seem uninterested. In truth, Jongdae was captivated. He had thanked the universe every time you walked out of your bedroom to have breakfast together. He had thanked whichever deities looked down on him every time he could hold you in his arms. The soft hues of his eyes never strayed from you. Since you had told him you still loved him you had watched in glee and relief the way his publisher glared at you. This time, you noticed Jongdae had put a lot of effort into making it work. He sat with you at dinner and indulged in your hobbies, not having you indulge in his. He tried painting with you, and you had hung the pieces above the couch; your piece, drawn and painted with skilled hands and sharp eyes, his with the enthusiasm of a beginner.

“I think this looks quite good, don’t you?” He asked, brown eyes twinkling as he looked over his masterpiece, although incomparable in skill to your own, still in his eyes, it was an achievement. To Jongdae it was a physical manifestation of the fact he was trying, and you had accepted his hard work. He turned his gaze to look at you, lips curled into a Cheshire-like grin, eyes following the trail of yellow paint smeared over your forehead and the pastel pink colouring your right cheek.

“You should go into abstract painting.” You turned to look at him, lips mimicking his grin as your eyes trailed his clear face, bare of the paint you ended up covered in. He turned away from your wandering eyes.

“What do you want to watch now?” Jongdae turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels. There was a lightness in his tone; one that you had noticed only recently, since you moved your things back into the shared bedroom. It was clear he was happy. You would have been lying if you said you were not sharing in his happiness.

“It’s winter sports season. I wanted to watch figure skating championships.” You answered, turning your back to the bright paintings that now decorated your living room. The only other decoration this bright in your home was a vase of purple hyacinths standing on the kitchen island. Since you moved back in, Jongdae had brought you a bouquet every fortnight. You appreciated the gesture, but you were also fed up of the unspoken apology. Your eyes fell on his hand curled around the tv remote, free from any stains. Since he apologised you had never seen him with any ink staining his fingers.

It was something you wanted when you were breaking up because those stains reminded you that you were cast aside and disregarded in favour of his publisher and a pad of paper. It was no longer the case. His clean hand curled around the remote, flicking through channels for what you wanted to watch, and you no longer felt disregarded. You hoped he felt the same way; hoped that he was as happy as you were.

“They are on today?” He asked, walking over to sit on the couch.

“Yeah.” You went to sit on the couch beside him, as he sprawled out, leaning against the armrest. Some moments still felt new, as if your relationship was only beginning, and you supposed in some way it was. It was a new start, a chance to fix previous mistakes, give each other a chance to be better. In some respects, after being away from him for so long, you felt a little shy. That was why you sat a space away from him now.

“Do we have a sport’s channel?” He asked, still flicking through the channels before he handed you the remote in frustration.

“We should have. I was in our deal.” You told him, looking through the channel guide to find the sports channel. When you finally found it the competition was starting, and the first skater was about to go on the ice. Their dress was beautiful, embroidered with gems and sequins on the delicate fabric, and their routine was breath-taking, along with the scrape of blades against the ice rink.

Jongdae motioned for you to move closer, his hand outstretched in your direction, intertwining his slender fingers with yours. With his encouragement, you moved closer, comfortably pressing yourself into his side as his other hand reached for a blanket under the coffee table. He wrapped the fuzzy thing around the two of you, keeping you warm and cosy.

“It’s so pretty.” Jongdae whispered when the skater landed a triple axel. The soft instrumental music in the background was broken by the profound sound of her metal skates hitting the ice. You flinched, and Jongdae smiled, wrapping an arm tighter around you.

“And terrifying.” You whispered, making him chuckle.

The two of you continued watching, your cheek pressed against his shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around him, enjoying his warmth, and the smell of his cologne. For a moment, you were completely at peace, right where you belong. In Jongdae’s arms.

You were so comfortable in Jongdae’s arms, at one point your cheek fell from his shoulder to his chest, his heart beating steadily in your ear. As the warmth completely consumed you, the last thing you remembered was being wrapped up in Jongdae’s arms as the announcer called out a double salchow. You did not remember going back to bed, nor Jongdae carrying you to bed.

I asked you what love is

And you answered,

That love is many things,

And that I must find love for myself.

Because love to me,

May not be love to you.

During December it had been cold and dreary, having you both in low spirits as you counted the days down to Christmas. Over the holiday period, he wrote all notes and lists with glitter gel pens and stuck them around the kitchen. You thought it was endearing, he thought it was hilarious. For the first week of December, the strange process of waking up beside another person was awkward. Sometimes you woke up on opposites sides of the bed, as far away as the bed would allow. Other times, you woke up in a tangle of limbs with your bodies twisted unnaturally, necks and backs aching for the rest of the day. It was pleasant A change you both welcomed because it meant moving forward, and the pace was irrelevant to the goal you sought out in the end.

Today was one of those days you woke up twisted, sweaty from the thick duvet and body heat. Last night you had fallen asleep on the couch, and now you were waking up in your bed, face pressed into the crook of Jongdae’s neck.

“Mornin’” You muttered. Your eyes, still blurry from sleep, made out the deep brown of Jongdae’s eyes looking down at you, a small content smile curling his lips.

“Good morning.” He answered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Jongdae woke up, the soft rays of cool winter sunlight streamed through the window, kissing your face as he watched. Soon, you stirred awake, eyes half-closed as you murmured a greeting. He kissed your forehead, pressing himself closer.

“I love you.” He murmured into your skin, the confession hung in the air unanswered and heavy as he watched you tentatively, seeing sunlight reflect in your eyes and the morning flush bloom on your cheeks. The split-seconds it took you to answer seemed like an eternity for him, a sweet eternity he was willing to wait every time.

When you answered, there was no hesitance in your voice, and Jongdae thought he was willing to wait an eternity if it meant that at the end he could hear you say it again.

“I love you too.”

The words rattled his bones, like the shaking of reverberating thunder. He had always thought you were a storm. You had always proven him correct. He wanted to stay like this forever, in this moment, and his fingers ached to feel you against them. He stroked your hair, pulling it out from your eyes, giving him a clearer view of your face. His fingers ached for pen and paper too, and it was almost painful not reaching over for it, lying just on the bedside table. He refrained.

You began moving, getting ready to stand up, and he followed you, sitting up, letting the duvet fall.

“What do you want for breakfast?” You asked, getting out of bed.

“Cereal.” Jongdae mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he got up. You walked out into the kitchen, leaving him to make the bed. His eyes kept falling on the notebook and paper lying on the bedside table, his desire too strong to ignore, and before he knew it he was sitting on the freshly made sheets, writing away, the pen gliding effortlessly guided by his hand. The words formed on their own, and he didn’t see you walk in, ready to call him over, before you stopped in the doorway, watching with fond eyes as he bent his back over the low surface. Maybe if he had seen you there would be less guilt eating at him later. Maybe if he saw you, you would be able to reassure him. He was not meant to fit into your mould. You were meant to learn to fit together, each a separate piece of a puzzle that together would form a picture. Jongdae had learned from his mistakes, but he had yet to find the balance necessary for both of you.

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Once he emerged from the bedroom, he avoided your gaze, and you could not help but feel the need to talk. And so, you did. You too had learned from your mistakes and knew that you had to make your desires clear, more forceful.

“Jongdae,” You called , and he turned his head away from his cereal to look at you.

“Yes?” He gave you a small smile, his brown eyes gazing at you softly as he played with the softened cereal in his bowl.

“You don’t have to hide away and wait until I’m gone.” You told him, referring to the incident that had transpired moments before.

The spoon he was playing with fell from his fingers. You could see the dark ink on his fingers, small smudges decorating his hands like constellations. A smile formed on your lips, tight-lipped and rueful, but still, it was a smile, and you were both learning a balance and compromise all over again.

“Just remember you have a life too, outside of pen and paper.” You watched his stare at you with wide eyes, part astonishment and part fear swirling in the kaleidoscope of browns. He leaned back in his chair; the soft smile he wore now replaced with concern.

“I never asked you to stop writing. I asked you to talk to me.” You reminded him, voice firm but soft, as you gazed at his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers, rubbing against the ink-stained skin.

“I feel like that was all I used to do.” He confessed, looking down at his hands. You walked up to him and leaned against the table.

“You are a poet. That’s not going to change. I don’t want it to change.” You took hold of his hands, stopping him from rubbing away at his skin. You could tell he was nervous; you did the same thing when you were. You manoeuvred yourself to sit in his lap and he let you, hands grasping firmly to your sides, thumbs massaging soothing circles on your waist.

“Keep the ink stains.”

His heart leapt in his chest, the strange feeling of guilt, as if he had done something wrong, began to vanish, and with every caress, it lessened as if washed away by water. You pressed a kiss into his hair, murmuring the same thing as before. He reciprocated your affection in kind, kissing you with a newfound enthusiasm as happy tears burned the back of your eyes.

“Keep the ink stains.”

So, I decided to find it for myself,

What made my heart race,

- beating against my ribs like the bars of a cage.

What made my breath shake,

- hitch in my throat and never reach its home in my lungs.

What made my mind reel,

- play the film of you frame by frame like old cinema.

Later that day, as evening settled upon the bustling city, Jongdae busied himself pulling out the contents of your storage space. Behind the hoover and various bits and bobs, you had put away all your Christmas decorations, and now it was the time of year again from Jongdae to make a mess in the corridor by taking them out. He succeeded eventually, and you helped him put everything back in its spot. You two had gone out earlier to get a Christmas tree, a small living one that fir in the corner of the living room.

Jongdae put on the multicoloured fairy lights, as you began putting on various baubles. Some were plastic, others were made of glass, and reflected the light like little mirrors.

Once you were finished, you lit up scented candles and curled up with a mug of hot chocolate on the sofa. Jongdae sat on the opposite end, typing away at his keyboard as he sent out work emails and drafts.

He just finished working on a short story for a Christmas special anthology by his publishing company, along with multiple other writers. Despite the workload, he still baked cookies and helped out around the house and went out on multiple errands like the grocery shop and the post office.

In the background, soft instrumentals played through your speaker. After about an hour, the peaceful atmosphere was broken by the sound Jongdae’s laptop falling to the floor. You rose from the couch and picked it up, making sure nothing had happened to it. Taking a glance at Jongdae, you noticed his closed eyes and even breathing. He had fallen asleep with his laptop on his lap, and it had fallen once he started moving in his sleep.

You put the laptop on the coffee table and pulled out the fluffy blanket from underneath, draping in over Jongdae as he slept. You tried positioning him so that he would lay down fully on the sofa.

“Goodnight.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead before extinguishing the lit candle and walking back to your bedroom to get ready for sleep.

Once you emerged from the bathroom, you were greeted by the sight of Jongdae smiling sleepily at you as he finished putting on his pyjamas.

“Goodnight Y/N.” was the last thing he said before climbing into bed. You did the same, curling onto your side, allowing Jongdae to drape his arm over your middle and thread his fingers through yours.

I found what made my heart ache,

- the look in your eyes when you spoke about the things you love.

What made my breath hitch

- the way your fingers ghosted over my own before your hand found its way into mine.

What made my mind come to a standstill.

- when the film ended and you walked away, and the flowers on the windowsill withered away.

A week passed, and Christmas was coming fast upon the two of you. No real plans have been made, and Jongdae’s parents were insisting you both to visit over the holidays. Your parents said nothing, and since they had never explicitly invited Jongdae to visit with you for Christmas, still being stand-offish towards him. You understood them, and he didn’t push to visit them with you.

Hence why you were now sitting by the table, eating your breakfast and looking over your calendar.

“Are we going to go separately?” Jongdae asked. It was time to decide what you were going to do, as time was ticking, and your parents, both yours and Jongdae’s, had been pestering you for answers.

“I haven’t thought about that.” You spoke, munching on your second bowl of cereal.

“My parents have been asking if I’m taking you.” He told you, pouring himself milk in his first bowl of cereal. He had just rolled out of bed, hair a mess and coffee in hand. You watched him, the winter sun, bathing him in light, making him look ethereal. His features appeared sharper; a morning blush flushed his cheeks. He smiled softly at you as you watched him. He enjoyed having your eyes on him and the feel of your eyes scanning over him, invisible fingers caressing paths over his features.

“My parents didn’t ask.” He heard you whisper, and his heart tightened listening to your hushed voice. He smiled at you, trying to lighten your spirits.

“They still don’t like me?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Watching me live at home for half a year wasn’t pleasant.”

“Maybe we can split it up? One day with your parents. Then one day with mine.” Jongdae reasoned, sipping on his coffee. You nodded, watching him, eyes scanning over his face, falling on his Adam’s apple.

“I’m all yours. No need to stare.” He smiled at you, and you smirked, leaning over the table to peck his lips.

“Have you gotten presents for your mother yet?” You asked him, returning to your breakfast.

“No.” He answered, reaching over to fill his bowl with another helping of cereal. You passed him the milk standing on your side of the table.

“Me neither.” You told him. “What were you going to get her?” You asked, wondering whether you should bring a gift of your own if you were going to split your time between both sets of parents.

“Perfume, chocolates. That is what she likes.” He answered between spoonfuls of cereal.

“What perfume are you going to get her?” You asked, wondering about your humble gift to your mum.

“She likes Chanel, and I know she is about to finish one of her bottles.” He just shrugged; eyes turned to look at you. Your shoulders were hunched as you rested your head in your hands.

“My mum wanted a new electric mixer. One of the fancy ones, since her one is living out it's last days.” You told him, and he nodded, promising to take you to a store that sells kitchen utensils.

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Later that day, he walked around with you, sipping on bubble tea as you browsed through the shopping centre, electric whisk in a bag hanging off your arm as you looked for a perfume shop that carried the fragrance Jongdae wanted.

At one point, he left you alone, telling you to go get cake, as he disappeared in the mass of people doing last minute Christmas shopping.

You were left in a Starbucks, finishing your bubble tea and a slice of cake you ordered.

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Jongdae walked away, leaving you in Starbucks as he rushed through the crowd of people towards the jeweller. Once he got into the quiet store, he was greeted by the worker, who happily showed him what he was looking for, before packing it in a pretty box.

Jongdae thanked her, before tucking the box away into his bag, hiding it so that you would not find it.

With a smile on his lips that caused them to turn up at the corners, and turn his eyes into slits, he walked back to where you were waiting, finishing your cake and tea.

You waved at him, ushering him to your table, allowing him to sit down before asking your questions.

“Where did you go?”

“I needed to check if I was getting the right perfume. I didn’t want to get the same one dad was getting her.” He told you, hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. His heart skipped a beat when you nodded your head and picked up your bags. You didn’t question him any further, and he was thankful for that.

“Come, we still need to get her present.”

It was all you.

How could you say that what is love to you,

May not be love to me,

When my love

Is you.

Christmas eve rolled around, and the next day you were going to spend Christmas day with Jongdae’s parents. Tonight, you were with your parents. Jongdae was slowly making amends with your mother, as your parents accepted that he was back in your life, and you hoped that this time it was for good.

“Jongdae, would you like some hot cocoa?” You asked, peeking out from the kitchen, watching him set the table as your dad did the last-minute hoovering.

“Yes please.” He called back, setting another crystal glass in front of one of the four chairs.

You helped your mum, taking the dishes to the table, giving her time to change into more appropriate clothes, before your parents and Jongdae and you sat down.

The dinner went by smoothly, the conversation flew by, about your illustrations featured in a magazine and about the nomination of your artwork for some type of award; at one point your mother even commended Jongdae for a literary nomination in the poetry section of a country-wide award. You did not expect her to as civil knowing that she could hold grudges, but then again so could you.

“The spiced cake is lovely.” Jongdae turned to your mother, finishing his last sip of hot chocolate. Your mum smiled at him, turning to look at you, and Jongdae’s arm that draped over the back of your chair, thumb running circles over your shoulder.

“Y/N is a good baker.” She replied and you hid the blush. Baking was something you could always do, and you had been pretty proud of that.

“She is.” Jongdae commended, giving you a small smile, eyes twinkling in the bright light, the multicoloured fairy lights of the Christmas tree reflected in his dark irises. Without thinking, you smiled back, oblivious to the fond look your father had been giving you all evening.

“You are going to your parents’ tomorrow morning?” Your father spoke, and you turned your attention to him, smiling brightly.

“Yes.” Jongdae answered, his arm falling from the back of your chair as he rested it in his lap.

“Wish them a Merry Christmas from us.” Your dad instructed, and you could see the playful glint in his eyes, making you smile.

“I will. Thank you.” Jongdae replied, a small polite smile plastered on his lips.

“Thank you for the flowers. They are lovely.” Your mum turned to him before her gaze fell on the vase standing on the top of the chest of drawers under the tv. It was a bouquet of mixed edelweiss, bluebells and honeysuckle. Silent; Jongdae had told your mother he loved you, and it had brought a smile to your lips every time you thought about it.

“And thank you for the wine.” Your dad added, gesturing to the bottle of red dessert wine standing on the dining table.

“Why don’t we open it tonight, seeing as you are leaving tomorrow?” he asked, and Jongdae turned to you, silently asking if it was okay.

“Sure.” You nodded, going to get a corkscrew from the kitchen.

The rest of the evening went by smoothly, with you ending up in Jongdae’s embrace at the end of the night, warm under your blankets in your old room.

And yet, you were right.

Love to me was unspoken

Love to me was a subtle breeze.

Love to you was something obvious.

Morning came, and neither of you wanted to move. Still, he was the first to get up and shower, and you left to help your mum set up breakfast. Once you finished, you went to shower yourself, leaving Jongdae to talk to your dad over the morning news.

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An hour later it was time to leave, and after a heartfelt goodbye and your parents fretting over if you took everything, you were off on the road, travelling to the next town over where Jongdae’s parents lived.

“Do you think they will be happy to see me?” You asked, looking over at Jongdae as he focused on the road. You were greeted with a white Christmas this year, and so he was being extra careful whilst driving. Snow was everywhere, and you were thankful the roads were cleared out before you got in the car late in the morning.

“They call you daughter in law. Why wouldn’t they be happy to see you.” He answered, a smile tugging at his lips, and you gave him a small smile back, on instinct, despite the fact he never saw it.

The rest of the three-hour journey was peaceful. Jongdae sang along to the Christmas song on the radio, encouraging you to sing along with him as he gave you cheeky smiles and stole little glances your way, doing his best to focus on the road.

It was a miracle you were not stuck in traffic between towns, so you arrived at his parents’ house around one thirty.

“We’re here.” Jongdae announced, pulling into the driveway of his childhood home. His mother was the first to get out of the house to greet him, his father following close behind. You stepped out of the car the same time Jongdae did. Almost immediately he was engulfed by his mother’s arms, caught in a hug so tight you could imagine him turning red.

“There you two are!” His mother exclaimed as she let your boyfriend go, giving you a warm smile in greeting. Despite your relationship with Jongdae being repaired, you doubted you would feel comfortable with his mother embracing you, and so you were thankful for her keeping distance. You came to stand by Jongdae, his hand finding yours in split seconds as he threaded your fingers together.

“Don’t they look lovely together?” His mother asked, eyes falling to your joined hands. You blushed lightly, letting Jongdae lead you into his parents’ house.

“Come in, how about some lunch?” His mother asked, leading the two of you to the already set dining table. Jongdae’s dad was already bringing out the tureen for soups. His mum went and got side dishes from the kitchen, motioning for you to sit down.

“I don’t want to bother.” You responded, trying to politely decline, despite the fact you already knew it was useless.

“Nonsense.” She waved a dismissing hand and went to place the dishes on the table.

“Sit down.” Jongdae’s dad gave you a reassuring smile as Jongdae motioned for you to sit beside him, his arm draped over the chair you were meant to sit in. You had poured yourself a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, and so did Jongdae. The soup was delicious, so much so that Jongdae ended up having seconds. Once the food was done, you helped Jongdae unpack your things from the car, and then went to help his mother cooking. The house was spotless, and the only other thing to be done was Christmas dinner.

You cut up carrots and parsnips as Jongdae peeled and cut potatoes. His mother busied herself with baking a pie.

“I’m glad you two are back together.” She commented over her shoulder as she rolled out pastry. You stopped what you were doing, choosing to let go of the knife in your hand. Jongdae gave you a worried look. He had not told his parents about why you two broke up, figuring that Christmas was not the best time to tell them everything. He had not seen them in a while, seeing as they were away from the country for the last six months because of work. You had agreed to keep your metaphorical dirty laundry private for now.

“I don’t understand why you two broke up in the first place.” Jongdae pursed his lips, giving you a small smile as he looked at his mum.

“We thought we needed some time alone to think things through.” You answered for him. Technically it was not a lie, you had done a lot of thinking during the time you spent apart, and you believed, as did Jongdae, that it had done the two a lot of good. it had given you a much-needed break, and it also released a lot of tension between you.

“I’m glad it all turned out alright in the end.” His mother smiled at Jongdae, and then at you, and you returned the smile, a little less enthusiastically.

“Mum lets leave this topic for a day other than Christmas.” Jongdae butted in before his mother said anything else. The kitchen fell silent as he resumed peeling potatoes, and you managed to give his free hand a gentle squeeze.

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Night came quickly after that, and soon you were sitting at the dinner table, dressed in one of your better dresses. The dinner had been peaceful, you walked away stuffed and smiling, eyes falling onto Jongdae every once in a while, admiring the golden tone of his skin under the candlelight.

You walked to the lounge; the large living Christmas tree stood in the corner. It was decorated with opulent ornaments and the fairy lights glowed a brilliant red and gold in the dim lights.

“It’s time for presents.” Jongdae’s mother exclaimed once everyone sat comfortably in the lounge. An old copy of The Nutcracker lay on his father's lap, open to the first page.

His mother pulled out some gifts from under the tree, giving the first one to her son.

“Here you go, darling.” She passed over the colourful package.

“And you too, you are family too.” She said, giving you a serious look as she handed you a small box wrapped in red.

“Thank you.” You told her, looking over at Jongdae as he went behind his father's armchair, pulling out two boxes and a bottle of wine.

"Here you go." He handed his gift to his mother and passed over the bottle to his father.

"What's the third one?" His father asked, setting the bottle aside.

"Y/N thought you would like this, to put up on the picture wall." He handed the box to his father, and he pried it open, revealing a frame with the magazine article featuring Jongdae and his anthology. It was back from a month or so ago, after he received a nomination for the national poetry award.

"Oh, it's lovely." His mother said, picking the frame up.

"She thought it would be nice for you to have a memento of my first success." Jongdae explained, squeezing you hand as you pressed yourself closer to his side. His mother looked at you, tears brimming in her eyes as she smiled, murmuring a silent thank you. She proceeded to put the frame up on the chest of drawers below the wall covered in family photographs.

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Once you were alone in Jongdae's room, you relaxed a little, unaware until now of how much stress this evening caused you.

Seeing your slumped figure, Jongdae smiled, moving closer, until he was right behind you. He could feel the warmth of your skin and smell your favourite perfume. His heart beat faster, straining against its lining in an attempt to escape the confines of his ribs. He hoped you didn't hear the erratic beating, nor the deep breath he took before speaking. Jongdae summoned all his courage, bracing himself against the storm that you were.

“I have another present.” He whispered, arms wrapping around your middle from behind. You threaded your fingers through his, running your thumbs in circles over the backs of his hands, enjoying the comfort of the moment. Jongdae was warm and solid behind you, his presence allowed you to relax as your shoulders fell.

“Another one?” You asked, and he hummed in confirmation, the vibrations tickling your ear.

“You’ll like it.” He promised, and you could feel the hind of a smile in his voice. He let you go, and you turned around to face him. Jongdae pulled out a small velvet box out of the pocket of his suit trousers.

“Jongdae-” Your breath hitched, but he stopped you before you could say anything more.

“Be mine.”

“I’m not asking you to marry me. Not if you don’t want to.” He told you, close enough you could feel his warmth, could imagine the erratic beating of his heart. Or was it simply the echo of your own heart?

“I’m asking you to stay with me.” Jongdae looked you in the eye, his dark orbs smouldering with intensity like ardent flames.

“During the last year I have learnt many things, I learnt that I need to be more attentive, and find a healthier way to come with negative emotions.” He told you, voice gentle as he spoke, your eyes never leaving his.

“I’ve also learnt that I can live without you.” Neither of you flinched or reacted when he said that you both smiled, ruefully, but it was still a smile.

“But I also found that I don’t want to. I want to stay by your side indefinitely. I can live without you, and you can live without me, but I don't want to. I want you. I love you.” He told you, opening the little box he was still holding, revealing the thin band of gold among the dark cushion. A single brilliant pearl sat in the middle of the band, like a moon against the night sky.

You thought back to his anthology, mind catching onto the significance of the ring he was holding.

“I cannot water you anymore,

And pearls, like dew

I cannot give you.”

You remembered the passage from his poem, and tears swelled at the back of your eyes, threatening to spill over.

He had finally given you the pearl he always wanted, finally fulfilling his self-made promise.

“Our love is an inkwell, and I promise to never let it dry again.” He promised, and before you could continue, you pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was sloppy, nothing like the ones on screen, your teeth clashed, and your neck hurt, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the man in your arms; the man who had decided he loved you more than ink-stained fingers, who had kept his promises. It was the man whose ink-stained fingers you learned to love, the same one who brought you flowers and compared you to spring and flowers and the sun, and made you feel like you were all of those and more. You loved him, and you didn’t want to live without him either.

“I love you too, Kim Jongdae.” You broke the kiss, whispering those words against his lips like a prayer.

“I love all of you.” You told him, eyes looking into his own as you let his fingers, stained a deep blue, slide the ring onto your ring finger as your hands wrapped around his neck, keeping his body close to yours.

Is this obvious enough?

Loud enough?

Eternal enough?

I hope it is,

because you are.

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