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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years ago

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Fallen

A/n: So this is Jongin from my story Brimstone and an OC, as well as a sequel to Gimme Shelter, with reader from that story. Idk why I’m doing this complicated shit guys it just be like that sometimes. Jimin from Brimstone and this will have his own story with reader from Brimstone coming up called Inferno.

Warnings: Possessive Taehyung, desperate clothes half off sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, some violence in Jongin’s backstory, big angst, Taemin drinking his feelings so alcohol tw

Word Count: 4465

Jongin can't help but be a bit nervous when he's summoned.

The last time he'd been with a human woman....well, it certainly hadn't ended well.

He would have been perfectly okay with working in the mines of hell to pay his debts, but Taemin had something different in mind.

"You'll go to her alone tonight, yeah?"

Jimin makes a sound of protest but Taemin just shoots him a look and Jimin quiets, although he's pouting.

"You think I'm ready?"

Taemin brushes his hair back, sighing. He looks like he hasn't slept. "You're ready. I've got...business to take care of, and you could use the practice."

Jongin's approaching your door when Jimin slips in front of him.

"Take the night off."

Jongin raises an eyebrow. "I work for Taemin, not you."

Jimin smiles disarmingly. "I know, but I'm offering to take your place. Don't you deserve to do a little sightseeing? Angels don't get down here much, right?"

"I've seen enough," Jongin mumbles, and a pair of bright eyes flash in his memory, making his breath catch.

Jimin's smile fades a little.

"Listen, Jongin, I'll level with you. Taemin is distracted by his old flame and you��. you're kind of a pushover."

Jongin makes a distressed sound in the back of his throat.

"It's true," Jimin continues. "And the thing is….I like this human."

"Our human," Jongin corrects, and Jimin's face grows serious.

"I want her to be my human. And if you help me, I'll tell you a secret."

Jongin thinks for a minute. "What kind of secret?"

"One that will help you lessen your debt significantly."

"Fine, but you're taking the heat from Taemin."

Jimin grins. "So, I've heard there's a new angel that recently fell. Sounds like he has a similar story to yours. Maybe you could teach him the ropes, so to speak."

"You mean try to tempt him?"

Jimin sighs. "I'm not gonna spell it out for you. Consider it a helping hand. He should know how humans really are."

Jongin leaves Jimin with an address and a bit of a dilemma.

It isn't as if he'd wanted to spend most of eternity working for demon royalty. When he'd fallen, it'd been for a reason, one he tried his best not to think about. He didn't care about tempting mortals or taking souls or even lessening his debt.

But...if this former angel was in the same situation he was ...he could warn him.

When he arrives at the address he knocks, feeling odd about just appearing, and a man with a furrowed brow answers. The face is familiar, and Jongin smiles.

"Hello, Taehyung."

"Jongin? What...what are you doing here?"

"I heard you took the plunge. Thought maybe I could help."

Taehyung is still frowning when Jongin slips past him.

"What happened to you? You just disappeared one day."

Jongin sits at the table. "You think you're the first one to fall for your ward? You had it easy with yours, you know. Mine wasn't nearly as careful."

Taehyung sits, and Jongin starts his story, allowing him to get lost in his memories.

That was an understatement. Jongin's assignment was Maria, the sister of a low-level thug. She worked as a bartender and Jongin watched her like a hawk. The first human emotions he felt through her were fear and anxiety. She'd grown up around guns and drugs and violence and it was work, protecting her.

He'd filled out all the paperwork for a visit and been approved right away, as she was in almost constant danger.

He'd followed every rule. Except one.

She'd been so afraid when he'd first appeared, scrambling under her bed, and he'd sat on the floor for hours, talking to her in a low, calm voice, until she crawled out to talk to him.

It'd been like taking care of a wounded animal, slow, careful. She'd get a bit closer every hour until eventually, she fell asleep, her head on his shoulder, and Jongin would never forget how that felt, watching her sleep, how proud he felt that she finally felt safe enough to rest.

The first time she kissed him, he had thought his heart would burst.

The first time he thought about falling was when she moaned into his mouth, clutching at his chest, a moment later.

The actual decision to fall had never been much of a decision in the first place. It'd been just a few days later, when he'd been gearing up to leave, thinking he'd made her safe, trying to tell himself he could handle just watching when he knew what her skin felt like beneath his hands.

She'd run out for soju, telling him she wanted to celebrate cutting ties with her brother like he'd wanted.

He'd felt the gunshot before he heard it, and that's when he'd felt that tug, the pull back home, and he fought like mad when he'd been yanked back to heaven, screaming and kicking at Namjoon.

"Listen to me, Jongin. Listen! You can't help her if you-"

But it was too late, he'd already chosen, and he'd ignored the way humanity fell down on him like a hammer, how he felt the sudden weight of bones and flesh just to get to her.

She'd been gasping for air, and he doesn't realize that the fluid sticking to his palms is blood until much later.

He had thought it was raining until he realizes he's crying and Maria gasped out his name and she's dying and no one will answer him, he's calling to heaven, his brothers, and they've forsaken him because he'd fought his way back, because he'd fallen in love, let himself be tainted.

It was only moments before he goes the other way, hands shaking as he makes the pentagram with her blood, mumbling half-forgotten Latin.

It was Taemin, of course, who had come.

And he'd saved her. He'd saved her and damned him and Jongin was still grateful, despite what had happened next.

🔥

Taehyung is blinking, mouth open.

"Jongin…. I'm…. I'm sorry. I would've done the same."

Jongin's mouth twists in a bitter grin.

"That's the thing, Taehyung. You shouldn't."

Taehyung cocks his head, confused, and Jongin sighs. Taehyung looks tired, as if he's still having trouble sleeping, as if he's still adjusting to humanity.

"Humans… They don't love like we do. They don't understand forever. Don't you wonder why you feel things so strongly now? They burn so brightly because they burn out so quickly. They can't help being fickle."

Taehyung frowns, all still, and Jongin can tell he’s still adjusting, uncomfortable in his skin, fidgeting a little because he’s anxious.

It brings a lot back to him.

“Fickle?” Taehyung asks, and Jongin continues.

🔥

It didn’t happen all at once.

Maria was healed, and everything should have been fine. Everything was fine, Jongin kept telling himself. Everything was just fine, as it should be, with Maria sleeping on his chest at night, and him afraid to sleep for the nightmares where she’s bleeding and dying again.

He wakes up reaching for her, panic rising in his throat when she isn’t there, when she’s gotten up to get tea or go to the bathroom.

Jongin tries his best to hide it, how worried he is when she’s not in his sight.

He’d been watching her for years, after all, able to see her every move, and it was so...so different now.

Now he doesn’t see what she’s doing, doesn’t feel what she feels.

He feels a lot, feels too much, all these emotions wreaking havoc on his new human body. He’s plagued with nightmares, migraines, insomnia ...he's barely able to keep food down the first week.

He’d read human literature, talking about the heart, about heartbreak, but he’d found he felt most emotions in his gut, making his stomach roll, or in his throat, panic seeming to tighten it until he’s breathing through a pinhole. He tries to hide it, how hard it is to be made of nothing but skin and bone and feelings.

Maria does try to help, crooning to him when he wakes up whimpering and reaching out for her. She's patient with him when he grows jealous, when she goes out to lunch, when he can't see her.

It makes him wild, anxious, pacing around the kitchen.

When she comes home with a mark on her throat he didn't leave, he can't breathe, excuses himself to go to the bathroom where he lets himself feel it, hyperventilating, ending up sitting in front of the toilet and throwing up bile like he's purging all the jealousy and rage and pain.

He doesn't feel like he can breathe again until she's wiping his face with a cool cloth, voice low and soothing.

She doesn't ask him what's wrong and later, when he grabs her, kisses her hard, bruising her lips, leaving his own marks on her throat, her inner thighs, the curve of her hip, she doesn't protest.

It's gradual, how she slips away, and it feels like his breastbone has cracked when she turns away from him in the night, and he tries to hold her anyway but where she had been soft before she feels like hard lines now, like her skin is suddenly foreign to his touch.

It isn't right, it feels wrong somewhere in his bones, panic rising in him every time she walks out the door.

Jongin is confused by the mix of emotions he feels when she stays gone all night a few months later. There's panic and fear but mostly, anger and he doesn't know what to do with it.

He wants to break things, yell, and it doesn't hit him until she walks in the door that all of that rage is because he wants so badly to fight for her but he doesn't know how.

His throat tightens when he tries to speak, and it comes out weak and strangled.

"Where have you been, Jagiya?"

"Jongin…."

Tears are already rolling down her cheeks and there are rocks in his stomach.

His limbs feel heavy, throat so tight he can barely breathe, as she explains.

She's sobbing when she apologizes, tells him she didn't mean for any of this to happen and he can have the apartment, that she wants to be friends, wants to help him.

He laughs at that, a bitter sound low in his throat.

"I sold my soul for you, Jagiya."

She's crying so hard and he hates hates hates her but mostly he hates himself for wanting to hold her, wanting to beg her not to go.

He wants to ask her who he is, ask her why, ask her what he'd done wrong, but none of that matters, in the end.

"She...she left?" Taehyung asks, mouth hanging open.

"No. I did. I left and went to Taemin, started trying to pay down my debt."

"My girl wouldn't do that. She'd never do that." Taehyung says, firmly, but his lip is trembling.

Jongin just looks at him, suddenly tired from telling the story, from all the stupid human emotions it brought up. "For your sake, I hope not."

In the end, he isn't there to tempt him. He just wants to warn him. Wants to prepare him for the way humans are, how their love fades.

He leaves his former colleague sitting shell shocked at the table, finds himself walking around familiar streets with her on his mind, and he’s not even quite surprised when he sees her.

🔥

Taehyung doesn't know how to feel about all this, he'd never considered the possibility that this could end, that you might leave, and he's so overwhelmed that for a while, he feels blissfully numb.

It isn't until over an hour passes and you're still not home that Jongin's story echoes in his mind, and then his breath starts to shorten, pulse pounding in his temples when he thinks of possible parallels.

By the time you come in with the groceries, his heart is racing and he takes the bags from you, tosses them on the counter, and corners you against the door as it swings shut.

"Where have you been?" His voice is low, much calmer than he'd expected, because he's looking at how your hair has fallen out of the tight bun it was in and wondering if someone had run their hands through it, and his blood is boiling.

You frown up at him. "I've been getting groceries? I wanted to cook-"

Taehyung isn't used to not knowing exactly what his body will do next, and his eyes are on the line of your throat, looking for marks, and when he finds none but his own he leans down and bites at the side of your throat, right over the raised scar he'd left.

Before, he'd felt guilt for marking you for life, kissed it softly, but tonight he's proud, tonight his head is chanting, mine mine mine and when you moan out his name, he's rock hard beneath the new sweats you'd bought him.

He realizes that he hasn't made love to you since he'd fallen, that he'd been too busy adjusting, and God, what did humans do with all this lust? There's something like angelfire under his skin, blood pulsing through his cock, balls tightening with need and he's almost snarling when he kisses you, his teeth catching your lip, iron on his tongue.

It's like being hungry, like starving, and he's got to have your cunt pulsing around him or he feels like his head might explode with all his racing thoughts.

He lifts you up by your hips, groceries discarded, but you're moaning against his mouth and he can't make it to the bedroom, bunching up your dress and ripping your cotton panties to get his hand cupping your sex.

"Taehyung," you gasp out, and he loves his name on your lips, loves how hot your cunt is when he dips two fingers inside and all he can think is that he'd lose his mind if anyone else did this to you. He could remember it all, now, the men who'd come before him, when he'd had to watch, and rage pulses in his temples.

He pulls away from marking up your throat to see your face.

"Say it again," He rasps, and replaces his fingers with his cock, thrusting up into you hard, something like a growl coming from his throat.

"Taehyung," you say again, almost breathless, and he doesn't know why tears spring to his eyes.

"You wouldn't leave me, Jagi?" He hears the desperation in his voice and he hates it. His whole body aches to start fucking you, hips twitching, cock pulsing but his chest hurts and he needs to hear you say it.

"Baby. Taehyung…"

You take his face in your hands, rolling your hips as you kiss him and his cry is muffled by your mouth.

He'd thought that making love to you when he still had his wings was overwhelming but this..how hot and slick you were around him, how your cunt sucked at him when he started to move...this blotted out everything else, all the fear and rage until there was nothing but need.

"Ah, Jagiya...fuck…" He's surprised to hear himself groaning out the curse word he's heard from your lips in moments, fucking you so hard your back is sliding up and down the wall.

You're whimpering, rolling your hips against his, and when you come he groans your name, babbling sudden praises, barely able to string a sentence together.

"Ah, so good, Jagi, your cunt, fuck... I'm gonna fill you up, don't want you to shower...want to be leaking out of you all day, yeah?"

You cry out and clench around him and his balls seize up and black spots appear in front of his eyes when he comes, letting out that feral growl again, thrusting into you once, twice, sliding you up the wall.

He's shocked at himself when he keeps fucking you, his come making you slick and sloppy, and it hurts almost as much as it feels good but isn't that what love is? Love is wrapped up in pain just as much as pleasure and Taehyung wants to embrace it because it's you and he's left everything he knows and you're all he has and because loving you is like breathing, he's done it for so long now.

You're just whining and kissing him over and over when he lifts you, takes you to the bed, being careful not to slip out of you.

"God," you whimper, clutching at his back, still careful around the scars where his wings were torn off, "Tae... what's gotten into you?"

He grunts, not knowing how to answer, kissing you hard again, hips moving so fast his abdominal muscles are straining.

Pain is giving way to just pleasure and he needs to come again but he also needs to keep fucking you until he doesn't want to scream thinking of someone else's hands on you, someone who could take you away and leave him fallen and broken and alone.

"Tae, Tae, Tae," you chant, bucking your hips and it's over before he wants it to be, he's spilling another load inside you and moaning against your mouth.

When he pulls out he cups his hand against your cunt again as if to keep you full of him, possessive, wanting to mark you everywhere as his.

"Baby?" You ask when he's lying on his back, exhausted, muscles aching from overexertion.

He hums a little, breathing hard, trying to give you a smile, but it's weak.

"What's wrong?"

His throat works and he rolls over to look at you. It's quick, how the anger rises again, how the thoughts come right back like they'd just been lurking at the back of his head.

"Where were you?"

"Tae, I told you…"

"How do I know that's the truth? How do I know when I can't see you?" He bursts out, frustrated, gnawing at his bottom lip.

You frown, eyes flashing. "You trust me."

"How? How do I do that, Jagi?"

“I know this is hard, Taehyung. I know it’s hard but you trust me because you love me.”

“When you went out, before all this, before I fell, you were always meeting someone,” he blurts.

You’ve got your jaw clenched, chin jutting out like it did when you were angry and he wants to take it back, has panic scratching at his insides.

“Are you calling me a whore, Taehyung?” You say, softly, sitting up on the bed and he holds his hands out to put them on your arms and when you pull away it’s like a punch to the gut.

“No. No, I just…” He can’t find the words to explain what he means.

He watches you, a lump in his throat, as you get dressed.

“Where are you going?” It’s a hoarse cry and he’s scrambling off the bed, not caring that he’s naked when he follows you into the kitchen.

“Out,” you bark, and he follows you to the door, drops to his knees in front of you because there’s no more dignity or pride left in him, not after today.

“Don’t,” he gasps, feeling like he can’t breathe, clutching at your dress, and when you try and tug it away he just grasps harder, a sob catching in his throat. “Don’t, please, Jagiya...Y/n...don’t leave me.”

Your eyes soften when you look down at him. “It’s okay, Tae. I just...I need a minute.”

But he’s too far gone, sobbing, face pressed into your stomach. “I don’t know how to do this without you, Jagi. I don’t know how to do anything without you. Don’t leave me alone, please-”

“I’ll..I’ll be back, Tae, just...just give me a few minutes.”

You finally wrench yourself away and walk out and if he had the strength he’d follow you out, naked and vulnerable, but he can’t do anything but put his face in his hands and cry because it’s all too much, the crack in his chest, the ache in his throat, how his stomach feels sick.

By the time you come back, he’s lost hope entirely.

🔥

Jongin doesn't realize he's at the bar Maria had worked at until he looks up to see the neon sign, and he lets out a long breath.

She's standing outside, back leaned against the brick, and she drops the cigarette she was about to light when she sees him, crying out his name.

Jongin had thought it would hurt less now, hearing his name on her lips after all this time, two years further corrupting his soul with tasks Taemin assigned.

Instead, it's like she's snared him through the heart, and there's a line drawing him to her.

He picks up her cigarette and pops it in his mouth, leans toward her, and she lights it with a shaking hand.

"Where...where have you been?" She asks in a broken voice, and he laughs before taking a long drag.

"In hell, mostly."

Maria’s throat is working, and Jongin watches the long line of her neck, finds her unmarked, and he hates how much that pleases him, after everything.

“I’m sorry,” she says brokenly, and tears are standing in her eyes and why does that still hurt him? Why does that still put an arrow through his heart? It makes him angry, how much he wants to hate her and can’t, how much his throat aches with longing.

“You’ve said that before.”

“It was all for nothing. He’s gone and you’re in hell and it was all for nothing,” she chokes out.

The cigarette tastes like ash in his mouth already and he throws it into the night, watching the ember as it hits the street, sighing.

He touches her face and she lets out a little whimper in the back of her throat. God, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts to be this close, smell her scent, her eyes big and liquid and searching his face and when he kisses her mouth it’s bittersweet.

“You’re still breathing, yeah?” He says softly when he pulls away. “You’re still breathing. It wasn’t for nothing. That’s all that matters.”

He hears a sob catch in her chest when he begins to walk away, and there’s that thread again, that pull to her, but he fights it, fights it and the tears that spring to his eyes and descends to hell in a flame.

🔥

You return after only a couple of hours, a little bundle in your arms, and when you walk in, your heart falls.

Taehyung sits on the floor next to the door, where you’d left him, arms wrapped around his knees, still hiccuping sobs.

“Oh...baby. Baby, I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you as if he’s not quite sure you’re really there and then he clutches at you as you sit down in front of him, tries to take your hands but you’ve got this little bundle.

“It’s okay,” he says hoarsely, gasping in a breath as if he’s been holding it since you’d left. “It’s okay, whatever it is, Jagi, I don’t care, I don’t care if there’s someone else or if-”

His face looks so stricken when you shake your head, as if you’d punched him in the throat, and you hum out comforts.

“No, no, Tae, everything’s okay. There’s no one else.” You chuckle. “Well, except this little guy.”

Taehyung frowns when you unwrap the bundle to reveal a little fluff ball of a puppy, whimpering when he peeks out his head from the blanket you’d had him in.

“Wh...what is that?” Taehyung asks as if scandalized, and you laugh again and his face is wet but he smiles a little shakily back at you.

“It’s a puppy. I found him crying behind our apartment and I thought...I thought he could be your friend, someone to help you when I have to go out. I’ve named him Yeontan.”

Taehyung looks skeptical, so you hand him the little bundle and he brings the puppy close to his face.

The puppy lets out a little bark and Taehyung jumps, but then Yeontan licks at his nose and a big boxy smile breaks out across his face.

“I guess...I guess I could use a friend,” he says softly and cradles the puppy in his arms.

It’s isn’t as if it’s easy, after that, but it helps, you come home and find Taehyung anxious but with Yeontan sitting next to him on the couch, giving you a bark as if he’s expecting praise for protecting him while you were away.

It makes you smile, how when you have to work late, Yeontan curls up on the bed next to Taehyung, and when you slide into bed beside them the puppy always moves to the foot of the bed so that Taehyung can wrap his arms around you.

It makes you smile, the way you’d found Yeontan almost as if it’d been meant to be, and you wonder for a moment if dogs could be guardian angels like Taehyung used to be.

🔥

Taemin blinks when he sees Jongin, and his smile is slow and his eyes glassy, glass of brown liquid in his hand.

“You look like you need a drink,” he says, and his words aren’t slurred but it’s a near thing.

Jongin is shocked, in the two years he’s been working for him he’s never seen him had more than a single drink, and he’d been sure Taemin would be furious that he’d disobeyed orders.

“Are you...are you drunk?”

“Not drunk enough,” Taemin mumbles, and stands a bit unsteadily to pour Jongin a drink.

Jongin sits down on the stool next to him, suddenly exhausted.

“What happened to you?” Jongin asks, still a little shocked.

“A woman,” Taemin says, as he hands him a glass more than half full with liquor, mouth twisting in a bitter smile.

Jongin barks out a laugh. “We have more in common than I thought.”

Taemin sits down in his chair, curling the fingers of one hand around the arm and taking a gulp of his drink with the other.

“Well, then. Tell me all about it, yeah? I could use a distraction.”

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sliceofselcouth · 3 years ago

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Knights of the Galaxy: Telmar

Summary — In a galaxy not so far away, Ayumi wonders what colossal sin she had to have committed in her previous life to be thrown into outer space with a group of idiots.

Notes—

• FIRST FANFIC ALERT! A thousand apologies to every single grammatical error made! I’m going to improve, I promise you that!

• There will be no set timeline to the stories, rather just drabbles of what the original character goes through in her tumultuous life and the colourful characters she meets.

“Find Jongin. Bring him home. No, I don’t care if you have better things to do, Baek.”

Baekhyun didn’t say a word. He preferred to stare motionlessly straight ahead, unseeing, into the bleak horizon. There was an odd sort of comfort in cursing out his leader from within the confines of his own mind.

The icy wind was relentlessly sharp and unforgiving tonight. His hair whipped about his head, slapping his forehead with the force of small pinpricks that did little to soothe his temper. Their pod was hidden a few miles south of the terrain of low hills, cocooned in the safety of a sheet of mist they had managed to stumble across after landing.

Baekhyun wondered why he had agreed to this rescue mission. The planet was mostly uncharted territory with unpredictable weather patterns, so his fellow crew mate honestly had no business here in the first place.

He jerked in surprise when something knocked against his knees. With a grunt, he bent to help straighten Ayumi, who had taken a tumble from a particularly strong gust of wind. As one of the few crew members with an elemental ability, she had practiced for years to be able to harness her core energy to heal. While a strenuous effort, Baekhyun had yet to even hear a single complaint from the woman.

It was then that he realized that Ayumi was looking up at him and moving her lips, but Baekhyun couldn’t hear the words over the ferocity of the howling gusts. Instead, he shrugged to show that he didn’t understand a word, and kept a steady hand over her shoulder.

No matter. She should be done soon, he figured.

In front of her, lying on the ground was a seemingly comatose Jongin; eyes closed, brow pinched and head propped up on Ayumi’s lap. Looming over him like a scary mother hen, her hands were splayed on either sides of his temples. Baekhyun didn’t think that he would ever get over the thrill of seeing her heal; there was just something about the way her hands would ablaze radiant with a pearlescent white that sent goosebumps down the length of his arms.

Or maybe it was because the wind was becoming unusually colder. Eyebrows curled against each other, his eyes narrowed with a gnawing suspicion.

He knelt down, wincing when his knees dug into her back. “Can’t we carry him to the ship and heal him there?” He yelled, voice booming in her ear at such close proximity.

She shook her head, ponytail smacking him in the face. Spluttering out a few strands of hair from his mouth, Baekhyun decided that there was no point in rushing her. He strained to hear what she was saying, but he could only catch the words “spine” and “cautious”. So being the dutiful teammate that he was, he provided more light from the conjured orbs surrounding the trio and held a firm grip on Ayumi’s shoulder, lest another bout of wind knocked her clean off her knees.

Peering over shoulder, he looked down at his teammate. The shade of Jongin’s skin had improved considerably, from a sickly pallor back to a healthy tan. While it concerned Baekhyun, he knew that the man was in good hands. Now, if he could just figure out what happened to him in the first place.

The planet of Telmar was reportedly barren of life and stripped of any light. An astonishingly lack of reports were borne from the fact that no one was willing to explore and charter a planet that had no hope. It was also not on Jongin’s current itinerary. So why was he here and what had happened?

The air was permeated with doom and unanswered questions, and it unsettled Baekhyun to come to terms with the fact that if a creature did this to Jongin, it was probably still lurking around. Unless he provided more light orbs, there was no way of seeing past even two feet of the inky darkness surrounding them. But he couldn’t afford to bring another orb into existence–the promise of luring predators was hanging tantalizingly low over their heads.

Baekhyun had little to no intel on whatever monstrosities occupied Telmar. He had to get these two back to safety before they’re given the chance to find out.

“Okay,” he said, yanking Ayumi’s ear, and subsequently her whole head, closer to his lips. “Speed it up!”

At the same moment when Ayumi shot him a baleful glare for practically spitting in her ear, Jongin inhaled a frightening large bout of air and shot up, effectively knocking the top of his head against her chin.

Surprised at the sharp pain traversing from her nose up to her head, Ayumi jerked back into Baekhyun’s chest. With a grunt, the two were blown onto the ground in a flurry of flailing limbs as they fought in vain against the wind. He had ducked in time to avoid an elbow to the face as she scrambled up to her feet, eyes watery as she blinked against the increasing velocity of the gale.

Now awake, Jongin’s wide eyes flitted past the light orbs hovering above him before he twisted around to gawk in disbelief at his friends. Ayumi helped a disgruntled Baekhyun -whose face had flushed a remarkable shade of cherry red- to his feet. Though Jongin couldn’t quite hear them them, he could see their mouths moving rapidly, frustration evident on their faces.

Flinching at the sheer strength of the wind, Jongin realised that the howling of it alone was the reason for his lack of hearing. Well, at least he wasn’t deaf. Wiggling his toes and flexing his fingers with ease, he realised that he must have been healed. Deciding to take a chance and get back up on his feet, he paused to take a deep breath. The world spun unforgivingly fast around him, the light orbs melding together to form one luminous line. He pressed the heel of his palms into his eyelids, just until splotches of colour bombarded his vision.

This mission was nothing short of a disaster, and he just knew that Junmyeon was going to kill him.

Cool hands, rough with a littering of aged scars, pressed gently against his cheeks. Almost immediately a tidal wave of warmth washed away his nausea, a revitalizing burst of energy unfolding from within his chest. Eyes flickering open, he saw Ayumi kneeling in front of him, brow pinched as she concentrated on redirecting the flow.

Baekhyun had turned around to keep an eye out for signs of movement in the darkness, one hand reaching behind him to grab a fistful of Ayumi’s jacket. He was still recovering from the last mission, so his powers were limited at this given time. If they could just hurry and regroup on either one of the pods, they could get the hell off this cursed land. He detested the dark. “Would you mind telling us why we found you unconscious?” He shouted over his shoulder.

And just as Ayumi stepped back and opened her mouth to repeat the same question in case Jongin hadn’t heard, the wind ceased abruptly. Her ponytail flopped back down just as the lapels of her jacket flattened against her chest.

Alarmed, Baekhyun twisted around to lock gazes with Jongin. Not daring to utter a single word, the man cocked his head to relay his utter confusion. What the fuck?

The cold claws of dread crept up Jongin’s spine. The silence was daunting, but it was the loss of even a single breeze that truly left him unsettled. His fingers twitched with longing to toss his teammates over his shoulder and teleport far away from here. Something was so incredibly wrong.

Brow furrowed, he strained his ears to listen. No one moved a muscle. Baekhyun could hear his own heartbeat; he could even hear Ayumi’s nervous breaths. They needed to go. “Okay,” he said as quietly as he could. “Jongin, get up. Our pod’s closer to reach than yours, so let’s—.”

One of the the orbs flickered. The man almost snapped his neck when he whipped around to gape at it. It blinked, fighting for life, until it gave out completely into the darkness with a final shudder.

“Baek?” Jongin called out softly, wincing at the sharp stab of pain in his throat. Tongue heavy and mouth parched, he wanted nothing more than to chug an entire bottle of water at the moment. He was in no mood for one of Baekhyun’s attempts to scare him. “Switch your lights back on.”

The man in question looked just as confused as he did. “I... didn’t do that.”

A horrific screech, one that couldn’t possibly be human, ripped through the air. The rest of Baekhyun’s orbs flared momentarily, the lights waning rapidly as they spun erratically around the trio.

The screech was jarring, but it did well to break Ayumi from her stupor. Quickly grabbing a fistful of her teammates jackets, fingernails clawing into the material, she yanked them just as her feet propelled towards the direction of the jet.

“Run!” She cried out desperately just as another screech tore through the air, this time noticeably closer.

Words fuelling their own legs, Baekhyun and Jongin managed to move quickly, racing after Ayumi. Gritting his teeth, Baekhyun willed a few of his orbs to lead the way, illuminating the jagged rocks and crevices they jumped over.

Heart hammering thunderously against his chest, Jongin ducked just in time to avoid a bare tree branch nearly slicing his head clean off his shoulder.

“Jongin!” Ayumi screamed over her shoulder. “Now would be a great time to teleport!”

Jongin nodded vigorously, unable to find the words to verbally respond.

Baekhyun grunted as he leaped over a protrusion of rock jutting from the ground. The cave was a considerable distance away, and he didn’t think that they would make it without a fight if whatever it was decided to pounce on them. “Pod sixteen!” He yelled over his shoulder.

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Minseok blinked, taken aback when two bodies landed in a small heap on his beloved carpet.

Jongin heaved, lungs protesting when Baekhyun landed ungracefully on his back.

Minseok leaned forward to peer at his two boys sprawled on the carpet. “Not to be rude, but I’m busy.”

Baekhyun staggered to his feet and bit back a curse. The dolt had transported them directly back home. When he realised that he’d have to somehow get back to Telmar and get the pod back, the annoyance tripled till he had to force himself to bite back a curse. “Jongin,” he said.

“What?” The man groaned from his spot on the ground, one arm flopped lifelessly over his eyes.

“You’re getting the pod back,” Baekhyun snapped as he rubbed vigorously at his temples. He never boded well with the dark, and Junmyeon would have to bodily threaten him before he ever stepped foot on the cursed land again. What even was that god awful thing that screeched at them?

Jongin grunted.

Minseok shook his head and sighed, setting aside his cup of tea. “You really need to start calling the pod a jet. Also, you transported directly home? Smart. Junmyeon’s going to kick your ass for that.”

Sitting back up and groaning at the ebbing headache pounding to life behind his ears, Jongin shook his head. “To be fair, my mind was a bit scrambled because we were running away from this horrific thing in the darkness.”

Minseok quirked an eyebrow. “What horrific thing in what darkness?”

“Telmar. It was pitch black and there was some mister lurking in the darkness,” Jongin explained as he stood back up. “It screeched so loudly I thought my eardrums were going to burst!”

“Really? Interesting,” Minseok mused as he brought the teacup to his lips. Telmar was a land left unexplored on account of the death of its nearest sun a some years ago. Records stated its history, but no one had ventured its plains since it harboured rumours of vile creature lurking in the darkness. At least now there some substance to the rumours. “So why were you two in Telmar in the first place?”

“Two?” Baekhyun parroted. He frowned in confusion when Minseok pointedly looked from Jongin to Baekhyun. “What do you mean? Yumi is right—.”

Jongin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when he realised that it was only Baekhyun standing in front of him. Oh God... The dreadful claws of nausea climbed rapidly up his spine to wrapping its constricting talons around his throat.

His breath hitched in his throat as he watched Baekhyun look around the space wildly, hands quivering as the lightbulbs above flickered manically. “She was right in front of us, I swear.” He could hardly hear his own voice. “She was right there!”

The temperature in the room plummeted. Pinpricks stabbed at his skin as Baekhyun released a breath, visible in the chill of the room. Panic would be one word to describe what he was feeling at the moment, but he knew that the eldest member responsible for the cold was frothing mad.

“You left Ayumi in Telmar?” Minseok demanded, voice as unforgivingly cold as the temperature. He rounded the desk slowly. “Alone?!”

Jongin’s knees buckled, legs wobbling like jelly, as black specks dotted his vision at an alarming rate.

“Take us back!” Baekhyun barked in fury, wheeling around to grab Jongin‘s collar and yank him closer. Fear for her wellbeing was soon filtering to reveal the pure rage flaming in his chest. “Take us back right now!”

Jongin was shivering now, eyes unfocused as his hands clawed desperately at Baekhyun’s. There was too much going on. The sensory overload was too much! He couldn’t think clearly! How could he have been so careless? How could he have let his best friend slip through his own fingers and not even realise it? “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened! She was right next to me, I thought... I—.”

Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he took a step up; at first glance, he might seem human, but something about his aura crackled, something about his eyes were too bright and his movements too graceful. “If anything happens to her—.”

“Baekhyun, his nerves are shot.,” Minseok interrupted as he walked over to clap a hand over Baekhyun’s shoulder. The protrusion of crystalline is as blanched and jagged as a shattered rib cage, jutting up toward the ceiling in a cacophony of razor sharp ice. “Rest, recuperate, and bring her back.”

#exo #drabbles #writing #exo scenarios #exo imagines #byun baekhyun #kim minseok #kim jongin #scenarios #imagines #original character #galaxy #planet #alternate universe #exo drabble #exo fanfic #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x oc

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exoxobsession · 4 years ago

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Spring Days || Chapter 6

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Childhood FriendsAU!, Friends to LoversAU!

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Kai x Ji-Eun (OC)

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Friends become strangers, trust is gone, he betrays their friendship, she moves on. What if they meet again? Will they become friends or stay as strangers with memories?

A/N: They’ll Make up soon, I promise! (And Chae-young is made up, she's not Rosé)

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

“And another win!” you exclaimed as you stuck your tongue out at Luhan. “How? How do you keep winning?” Minseok questions. Shrugging, you get up, “Who’s next?” you ask as you hold out your controller. “Me!” Baekhyun jumps and takes the controller out of your hand and sits next to Luhan.

You’ve had fun staying here, even if it was just 5 days. The boys have warmed up to you, and you to them. But you’ve still avoided Jongin. Yes, you thanked him for the day after the storm; because you were grateful to him.

You were even on the verge of forgiving him, but you just kept your mouth shut. If he wanted to explain himself, he already would’ve, but he didn’t and you would not beg him for it either. The ringing of your phone cut your thoughts off.

“Hey, Mom,” you said as you walked out of the room to the front porch.

“Hi dear, we’ve got the news.” News?

“What news?”

“One- We’re back by this afternoon, and two- you’ll know soon enough.” she hushed.

“Okay..? What’s Dad, up to?” you asked.

“Nothing much. What are you doing? The guys are fine, right?-” A beeping sound made you take it away from your ear.

“We’re fine, I’ll call you later.” you hung up.

“Hey Chae!” you exclaimed.

“Oh. I’m coming.” you grabbed your car keys and set off. Stopping at the café, you got off and went in. You saw Yeona and Chae-young sitting at the far back. You sat down hurriedly, knowing something had happened from the look on their faces.

“She doesn’t look good, the doctors said-” that’s when her voice cracked, “-she doesn’t her much time, she’s going to leave me as everyone else does.” She broke down. “Calm down, she’ll be fine, hm?” you tried soothing her down. “What about we… we go watch a movie? Or we can go get ice cream?” Yeona said trying to cheer her up, “What about we do both?” you added, which made a small smile appear on her face. Joining your hands, you headed out of the café, “Shotgun!” Yeona exclaimed as you made your way to the driver seat.

After choosing the movie, you sat down in your seat and checked your phone, your eyes widening at the number of texts and calls. “I’m fine” you texted to everyone.

The movie ended at about 3:30; you parted ways with Yeona, and you decided that Chae-young would stay with you and your family for a while. Driving up to your house, not the guys’, you both went in. Your parents greeted you both with a hug and after explaining her situation, your parents agreed to let her stay.

You went up to your room, noticing your window and something you never noticed before. Looking out your left side window, you saw someone else’s from Junmyeon’s house. You opened the glass, poking your head until you realized it was just a leap away. Deciding to deal with it later, you went to Chae-Young, knocking on her door softly as you opened it.

“I’m just heading next door. Wanted to see if you wanted to tag along?” you asked to which she replied with a shake of her head. She was always an introvert because she was guarding herself against others. “Come on, you need to interact! Please~” you whined to which she gave in to, she always did.

You opened the door letting yourself and her into the house, “That’s not manners Ji-Eun!” she whisper-scolded you while just tsked at her. “I’m home!” you announced. “Finally! Where were you all day?” Luhan questioned. “Told you I was with my friends,” you said distractedly as you searched for Jongin. When he saw you, he visibly relaxed as you made eye contact.

Why you searched for, you did not know. “Who’s she?” Kris asked as Baekhyun eyed her up and down. “I’m Chae-Young.” she squeaked, and you were pretty sure no one heard that. “Chae-Young.” You repeated with your loud voice.

You started the game where you left off, once again beating all the guys. But you noticed that Chae-young was still awkward with them. But Baekhyun kept staring at her, which was weird. You both left after a while. “They’re quite a handful, aren’t they?” you sighed. “Jongin then?” she asked as she sat down at the dinner table, which made you freeze. “What about him?” you feigned innocence.

“I may be inexperienced in this area, but I know when something is going on. I’ve been your friend for so long, and I realized when you and he weren’t even speaking.” she stared at you, while you just sat blank. “There’s nothing to talk about,” you said coldly. Your mother came in, not letting the other girl speak. “Girls, can you help me with dinner? Your dad invited the next-door guys as a thank you for tolerating you,” she said, looking at you while finishing her last sentence. “I was the one who had to tolerate them!” you stood up crossing your hands but still helped her, nonetheless.

Cooking and gossiping were the best. You and your mom were cooking while Chae-young sat on the counter. These moments made you feel at home, even with Chae-young. Only if she was. This made you think of another home you felt. “I’ll be back,” you said absentmindedly as you suddenly remembered about the window connecting to another.

Rushing up the stairs and to your room, you looked over at the open window. Leaning against the windowsill, you stretched your arm forward to lightly tap on it. You frowned when you didn’t get an answer, this time you tried a bit more loudly. When you were about to do it a third time, the window opened, revealing Jongin. “It’s you.” he grinned. “Yeah,” you said, and it was barely audible. “I thought it was a bird or something,” he said looking down and avoided your eyes. “I think you can get in easier this way, not that big of a jump,” he said as he examined the distance. “It’s fine, I’ll just go,” you whispered (not sure why you whispered) and backed away.

Jongin just sighed. He hoped he could tell you, he really did, he wanted you back. Disappointed, he leaned on his window. You went down to a complete table that was filled with food. “Ji-Eun, remember the phone call from this afternoon?” your mom approached you carefully. “Yeah, what about it mom?” you asked tearing your eyes away from the delicious food.

“Dear, we hope you take this professionally, okay?” your father said from behind you. This confused you. They looked scared, but what was even worse was that Chae-young looked scared too. “What is it?” you gulped. “Well, the Kims, Junmyeon’s parents’ company want to form an alliance.” Did you hear that right? An alliance. Does it mean what you think it does? “A marriage between you two, you and Junmyeon.”

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writingstuffandmore · 4 years ago

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The Tigers' Kingdom

Pairings:- Baekhyun x reader, Jongin x reader

Genre:- ?

AU:- Royalty, ?

Summary:- It's not what you all think...

Give me your own views and plots... Maybe I will make that one, but remember it's not again something as love triangle but...

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la-luna-es-hermosa · 5 years ago

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Spoiler (Kai x Reader smut)

Title: Spoiler Idol!Jongin x Idol!OC || Overstimulation || First Time Paring: Kai x Reader Genre: Smut Summary: It was weird. She doesn't know where she is and she woke up with a beautiful stranger. It was unbelievable. Nobody ever thought in their wildest dreams that a K-Pop idol and a J-Pop idol is currently dating. Luna and Jongin were found in their expensive hotel room making love. - And surely, it will cause her a scandal. Note: So um I am obsessed with the idea of the reader being an idol but based on a foreign country. (I know and I’m sorry) This seems a bit rushed since my exams are coming and I want to finish this up. (If any edits are made in the story, it’s because of me.”

Nobody thought in their wildest dreams that Kim Jongin, a top veteran idol not just in K-Pop but also internationally, worth millions of dollars would have a relationship with Luna Cabrera, a rookie from a J-Pop girl group who barely had an appearance on television or had any endorsement deals.

Nobody knew about their relationship either. Not even Jongin’s closest friends. - Well, that is good for Luna as she is not allowed to date at all. Sometimes Jongin feels scared for the young woman. He’s scared someone would find out about their relationship. They were playing a very dangerous game.

Luna and Jongin were found in their expensive hotel room making love. - Idols are humans too, they have human needs. Just like us, they also experience dangerous lust and love. - It was just after her performance, their clothes are scattered everywhere. Jongin’s black long-sleeved shirt and slacks with Luna’s clothes.

Wait!? How did we get here in the first place? Rewind time.

She was the good girl type, She never goes to parties nor she ever had a boyfriend. She had a small group of friends since a lot of people think that she's the person who never cuts a slack. She always does everything on time. Her personal life is already fucked up for her to do something that could really anger people and my parents. I don’t have time for clubs! I need to pass university exams and get in the senbatsu. She needs to get a summa cum laude! Not sumama sa lalaki!* And also need to be the center of AKB48 not someone's center of their universe. - She always knew what she wanted in her life.

So, it’s out of character for her to be found where she is. Dressed in a simple black dress and just spending her time. She was only drinking a few shots. It's just an idea that popped in her head that's why she's here. "Hello" She shyly asked the handsome man. She has never seen a man as handsome as he was. She thinks she knows who he is, his face was incredibly recognizable. - Is he the Kai?

He found her beautiful too. In his eyes, the young woman was ethereal. - Unlike her, he doesn't know her. "Don't be shy, sweetie." He smirked at her. That's where she finally knew who he was. "What's your name, beautiful?" Oh, God! They aren't even on the 'smashing' stage and yet there's her who's already feeling things with his voice. It was her fantasy to meet Kai of EXO.

"Luna." She said, blushing. He held my shoulder. "Put my number on your phone." She widened her eyes. She can't believe what in the actual fuck is he saying. Is she on those dreams again? She got her broken phone from her pocket and gave it to him. He started typing his number on it. “Let’s skip the conversation, beautiful,” He said as he held her hip. She was blushing red at his actions.

Then, they went to his hotel room and he slowly took off her clothes. It sent shivers down her spine. “I’m a bit shy” She muttered at him as he took off her bra. “You don’t have to be.” He replied to her. He toucher her mounds and kissed her neck. Jongin suddenly dropped her off the bed.

The moonlit sky and the city lights glistened in his skin. It was the night of their lives. His lips peppered her with kisses, as she was touching his arms with nervousness. They were finally naked, it was a first in their relationship for her to be exposed in front of him. He smiled sweetly. - But that sweet smile was gone as soon as possible as it turned to a lust-filled one. That smile was his signature smirk… - She thought to herself.

“I’m scared... Oppa... I don’t know what to do...” She said to him. She looked so vulnerable. “Let me teach you.” He smiled at her as his hard cock was just right in front of her. “Can I touch?” Her voice lacked confidence as she asked him. It was like she was embarrassed. Fans of Luna would say that she is a very confident and strong girl and tonight with Jongin is a contrast from her stage persona. “Of course... just be careful Luna.” He replied. She held his cock into her hands as she got on her knees. She carefully put his length in her rather very small mouth. She tried her best to put everything in it.

Jongin elicited low growls and moans as she continues sucking his fat cock. He rubs his hand on her hair as she continues her job.

She started bobbing up and down to his length. “Quite impressive for a beginner.” He remarked with a smirk. He threw his head on the back as she looked into his eyes. He started moaning just a bit. She continued doing what she was doing until Jongin spoke, “I’m going to come” He told her as he pulled her head from his cock. “I’m getting the elephant out of the room.” She spoke as she wiped the saliva on her mouth.

"Does it hurt?" Her eyes looked so worriedly on him. "It might. You trust me enough, right? Plus, I'm using lube, so that might help." He asked her, looking in her pupils. Then, he opened a packet of a condom. She looked attentively at him. "You want it to put it for me?" She nodded, then she held the condom and stretched it to his quite large length.

Then, he decided to put his fat and veiny cock in her. It was beyond shocking for her as she can feel the tip of his length in her. He wanted her prepared for what will come. She released a sweet moan as it carefully entered her. He started kissing her neck as he began bouncing his cock up and down into her. He was careful with her as it was her first time. She moaned louder, it was mixed with his delightful groans. The sound of skin slapping skin was the most sinful sound she ever heard in the few years she existed. “Please... faster...” She begged at him as he thrusts into her. “I’m gonna cum!” She moaned as he started thrusting harder into her.

His fingers drifted to her velvety slit. Touching it slowly as he sinks in another finger. She came shaking multiple times under his touch. “I want to always do this to you, you came so much from just me just fucking you and now you came from my fingers...” He murmured as he sucks onto her neck, marking who she belongs to. Many rounds passed and Luna became a moaning mess. “Please...” She whimpered. He was fucking her like there was no tomorrow and she enjoys every second of it.

“That was so good, Luna,” Jongin remarked as he pulled his length off her. His breathing hasn’t calmed yet, the same goes to her. “T-Thank you, Jongin,” She said with her breath shaky. She embraced his naked body as the two drifted to sleep. -- *The joke is funnier if you are Filipino, but the translation is “lived with a man/boyfriend”

#kai smut #kim jongin #exo #exo kai #jongin smut #smut #kpop smut #spoiler: kai solo #kai #luna's writings #luna's K-Pop #luna's boyfriend #kpop imagines #idol au #kai x reader #kai x oc #jongin

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jaeandbats · 4 years ago

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The Imaginary One (Alternative poster)

(Kai x OC)

Nothing is safe anymore, even sleeping while Kim Jongin wanders in her dreams, him without a face. A face she wants to see but when she does, Jongin has to kill her.

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minsugapie · 5 years ago

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The Eve: part 3 (1913 words) - i fucking missed it

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Lumi is down on her luck. After graduating university with a business degree, she has yet to secure a career in that path, reluctantly working and living at an old motel instead.

Kim Jongin is on the run. He’s been framed for embezzlement, and someone faked his death while he was out of town. With only a handful of bills and a false identity, he had been only able to survive for so long until breaking down in front of an old motel, hoping that whoever found him wouldn’t report him to the authorities.

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Lumi had noticed that Jongin didn’t sleep soundly–much like her. He whimpered and frowned in his sleep. He must have gone through a lot in the last four months. In reality, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like for the world to think you’re dead and have to live by floating around and remaining invisible. There were many bruises on his body (not including the cuts she’d cleaned up), so he must have had it harder than she originally thought. He might’ve tried to find ways to work, but she assumed that he couldn’t use his identity from before. Seeing him like this just made her sad. It completely shattered her previous misconceptions about his power and his lifestyle. Granted, it would have been different before.

Lumi watched him as he stirred, happy in a way that there was a person to keep her company; she was going crazy all alone in the motel. The extra food that she got at the diner was waiting for him on the desk beside her, but she didn’t want to go near him just yet. What if he tried to strangle her again?

Before even opening his eyes, Jongin stretched his body, muscles probably aching from being in bed for so long. At this point, it had been almost exactly 24 hours since you’d found him outside, and he already looked so much better. Now that he didn’t look like death nor was he on the brink of death, she found herself admiring his looks. As soon as his eyes opened, they found hers. Neither person broke the stare. She didn’t want to stare at him, but he was even more perfect up close. It didn’t help her heart or breathing that they’d technically slept together or that he was currently shirtless and still very much in shape. Besides, now that he was back in the world of the living, who was she to deprive herself of looking at the man that she’s wanted to meet since her freshman year of university?

He would have had to have been blind to not realize that she was blatantly checking him out when he stood. He broke the stare to look at his clothes, a slight smirk plastered on his lips when he realized that he was still only in his underwear. Then, his stomach growled, ruining the moment. He spotted the food in the room in a second.

Jongin started towards the food just as Lumi got up to get it for him. Since he was walking towards it, however, she backed away to keep a safe distance. She also didn’t want to initiate the conversation. She would wait until he said something.

“I promise I won’t hurt you again,” he said, grabbing the food and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She was still distracted by his skin and just the fact that he was him. “Um,” she stuttered, trying to look away but failing, “you can shower and stuff if you want after you eat.”

Jongin nodded his head and quickly ate the food. While he took a peek at Lumi with almost every bite, noticing that she wasn’t looking away.

Lumi decided to speak, trying to distract herself, “I’ve been in contact with that Byun person on your phone. I told him that you were alive.”

Jongin froze, eyes coming to meet her face. “Where’s the phone?”

Lumi was surprised by his words. In reality, she was expecting him to get mad at her, especially after the chocking incident. She jumped up, grabbing the phone from the desk drawer and giving it to him. She hadn’t deleted any of the messages because she wanted him to trust her.

He looked at them quickly before looking back up at her. She was patiently waiting for his response. “Why are you helping me?” He asked, finishing the last of the food.

Lumi was surprised by his question. Before she could even process her words, she blurted, “I’ve always wanted to meet you…and I kinda wanted to hear your side of the story…”

It was his turn to be surprised…and confused. “You wanted to meet me? You didn’t even know if I was guilty or innocent! Weren’t you afraid that I was going to hurt you?”

Lumi finally looked away, twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers. She just couldn’t look at him right now. “I went to your university, and you’re sort of a legend. And I mean, you looked like you were dying, and I couldn’t let that happen to anyone, regardless of the situation. Although, I wish I knew more about taking care of people.”

He took a step towards her, but she was still not ready to be near him. His face fell when she did it, but then his eyes found the bruises on her neck. “Look—” He paused when he realized that he didn’t know her name.

“Lumi, I wrote it on the note…and I know you’re Jongin.” His face brightened at the sound of his name.

“Nobody has called me Jongin in four months. It feels good. Look, Lumi, I’m really sorry about choking you. It was a reflex. It hasn’t been easy for me.”

“It’s fine,” she brushed it off, taking a seat back in the desk chair. She pulled the collar of her shirt up, trying to hide the bruises.

“It’s not fine. I don’t even know how I could make this up to you.”

Lumi, again, spoke without thinking, “Would you be opposed to a hug?” She internally kicked herself. If he couldn’t tell that she thought he was attractive before, he would have definitely known after that comment.

She blushed as soon as she said it, almost taking it back before he answered, “Weren’t you scared of being near me a minute ago?”

“I guess.” She looked out the window, forgetting that the blinds were closed, but she could still tell that the sun was setting.

“I’m going to go shower,” he said. Before she was even able to turn around, she heard the door close and the water run.

Lumi took a deep breath. She was finally able to collect her thoughts. How could she have asked him for a hug? Could she have been more obvious about her tiny crush on him? After seeing him now, she wasn’t even sure it was just a crush. It was lust on top of it. If it had been a different situation, she would have wanted to touch every inch of his skin, feel its warmth, and kiss away all the pain he could feel.

Lumi hadn’t done much in her years, but these hours that she spent with him were the most interesting thing that had ever happened to her. She saved the person she had a crush on, she somehow involved herself in something illegal (since he was supposedly dead…), and she saw him shirtless.

She wondered what it would be like to be a constant in the business world, having a business-type boyfriend (that wasn’t a psycho), living a business lifestyle. While thinking about life in the big city, Lumi didn’t hear him finishing up in the bathroom and walk out in the pair of sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt.

Jongin grabbed Lumi’s shoulder and turned her body around, wrapping his arms around her in a loose hug. She was surprised but wrapped her arms around his waist in return. She hadn’t hugged anyone since the night she cried to Tom, and Jongin was warm and smelled amazing from the shower. The interaction that she was experiencing was a lot for her to handle. He tightened the embrace, encouraging her to put her head in the crook of his neck. She felt warm on the inside as well as the outside.

“I didn’t want to hug you until I showered. I absolutely needed to say thank you,” he admitted, chest rumbling with his words.

All of a sudden, she started to cry. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was because this was the closest human interaction she’d had in months. Maybe it was because she’d saved his life, and he was living to see another day. Maybe it was because she felt like she’d never see him again.

He pushed her away from him, inspecting her face. “Wait, are you crying? Why are you crying?”

Lumi sniffled, fake laughing to try to cover it up. Her hands went to wipe her face as she looked away from him. “It’s nothing. I think I just need some sleep.”

“Okay, well, please take the bed,” he suggested, choosing to not pry, which she was grateful for. She didn’t exactly want to get into her problems with him then.

“No, no. I’ll sleep on the chair,” she insisted, opening a drawer to grab some pyjamas and head to the bathroom to change. She didn’t let him say another word before she closed the door between them.

While she was in there, Jongin continued talking to her, “I should leave tomorrow morning. It’s dangerous for me to be here.”

Pulling her shirt over her head quickly, she busted out the door. “You should stay a few more days…a-at least to get a winter coat and heal a little more. Let’s not forget that you almost died last night. You don’t even look that healthy yet.”

Jongin stared at her, eyes narrowed. “I’m fine.”

“Jongin, I swear to God if you don’t sleep in that bed and stay a few more days, I will kill you myself,” she threatened, picking a blanket and sitting on the chair. Her threat was about as threatening as a baby bunny, and she knew it.

Jongin knew that the chair had to be uncomfortable. He was so interested by her that he didn’t want to leave tomorrow either. What really made him curious, however, was the fact that she’d cried while hugging him. He’d never gotten that kind of reaction from a woman before. It was usually a moan or cry of pleasure.

“Did you sleep in the chair last night?” He asked as the two of you got comfortable in your respective chair and bed.

She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut as she answered, “Not exactly. You were freezing, so I, uh, used my body warmth to help you…”

“Ohhh,” he teased, smirk on his face, “so that’s why I didn’t have any clothes on when I woke up this morning.”

“Yeah, I also cleaned all your wounds,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. It was embarrassing now that he was conscious and coherent again.

Nothing more was said after he nodded his head in thanks once again.

Lumi quickly fell asleep as Jongin thought of ways that he could make up for her kindness. She knew who he was and never called the police. She washed his clothes and brought him food. His earlier statement of her being an angel was only becoming more believable with every minute he spent with her.

He hadn’t known her very long. In fact, they’d only spoke to each other for an hour, but he couldn’t just leave her at this motel when all was said and done. When Baekhyun finally clears his name, and he can return to his world, Lumi wouldn’t be without anything she would ever need or want.

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singingunderthecurtain · 6 years ago

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Baby Fever: Kai

Author: julietsoddeye AU: Canon Genre: Fluff for the Floofs | Slight Comedy? Pairing: Kai x OC (Ayla) a.k.a @ninibears-erigom Trigger Warning: sexual situations Word Count: 770

Plot: Ayla is ovulating really bad and asked her husband for a baby. Apparently they already have three children, they don’t need to add another one.

Part of the Baby Fever series

A/N: YOOOO!!! Ayla I’m so sorry if this took too long and is too short! But I hope you like it. 😭😭😭 This is for you, love! 😘

It’s been a week since Ayla and her husband, Jongin, saw each other.

A whole week long since she felt his presence in the King-sized bed they both share in this not-so-big-but-quaint house they bought just an hour outside of Seoul.

The neighborhood is quiet, perfect for when he’s home so he can have some peace from the hustle and bustle of his busy idol life.

It has been a week yet here he is… Reading his script… As Ayla try and get his attention.

“Jongin…”

Ayla whines, rubbing one of the insides of Jongin’s spread thighs.

The loose shorts he was wearing riding up on one side as she strokes him there suggestively.

Jongin only hums a response, not really wanting his full attention to leave his script just yet.

A little more reading and he will be done soon.

But Ayla is just so impatient. She needs him, and she needs him now!

“Jagi… When are you going to look at me?”

Whining is the only thing Ayla can do right now.

Jongin hears the desperation in her voice, he knew she wanted… No needed, to feel him fill her.

‘Gosh, this woman is going to be the death of me!’ Jongin thinks to himself.

He really wanted to give her all the satisfaction that she deserves, but his mind is also screaming at him to read the script he needed to memorize for the upcoming movie he will film.

“I am going to look at you after I skim through this, Jagi.”

Jongin says nonchalantly as he rattles the bound papers in his hand.

This is it!

Ayla has had enough!

She groans angrily as she kicks the comforter off her lower region and then clambers up to straddle her husband’s lap.

Jongin was somewhat startled by her actions, but he mostly still ignored her when Ayla didn’t do anything after she mounted his thighs.

She was just staring at his read-moving eyes through the graded round glasses he wore.

“Why do you keep ignoring me?”

Ayla fumes once more, her tone more whiny this time.

She even jiggled her ass knowing he loves when she does that to tease him, but alas Jongin continues to purposefully disregard her.

What Ayla doesn’t know was Jongin is just disciplining her for two reasons…

“I am not ignoring you, Jagi.”

Jongin said in a sing-song fashion.

“You are ignoring me!!!”

Ayla is straight up hopping up and down on him.

“I am not!”

“If you’re not ignoring me, then look at me.”

Jongin obliged for a bit, lifting his eyes up to make contact with hers. But lowers them again after a few seconds of staring.

“There.”

“What, that was like three seconds!!!”

Ayla tries to snatch his script, but Jongin won’t budge with his death grip on the paper.

“Are you punishing me or something?”

She sighs under her breath, not really caring if he hears her or not.

“You know what, Jagi, yes I am punishing you.”

Jongin responds after reading the last bit of his parts on the script.

“What did I do? I’ve been an awful good girl.”

Ayla pouts but was relieved to see Jongin finally putting the damn script down on his bedside table.

“Good girl? You’ve been nothing but a bad girl, baby.”

Jongin’s sudden piercing eyes sends a sharp chill down her spine.

Both hands grab onto either side of her hips and begin to grind his growing bulge onto her heat.

Ayla lets out a tiny squeak when Jongin’s grip on her hips tightens to deepen their indirect connection.

“Wh-what did I do?”

She stutters and Jongin smirks.

“You keep sending me half naked pictures all weak, teasing me stupid that I almost lost concentration with practice.”

Jongin explains as Ayla keeps moaning silently thanks to his already hard-rock bulge rubbing so, so good onto the thin barrier of her thong to her clit.

“Chanyeol Hyung almost saw your dirty, dirty pictures when he borrowed my phone for a bit.”

Jongin continues…

“Not only that, Jagi. You know what else you did?”

“Wh-what?”

Ayla stutters.

“You keep asking me for a baby when we already have three children already.”

Ayla stops, confusing Jongin a bit.

“Wait… We have three children?”

Ayla’s one side of her brows raises in question.

“Yeah… Jjangah, Monggu, and Jjanggu!”

Jongin pouts as he answers.

Ayla purses her lips in a thin line and closing her eyes shut, trying not to burst out laughing at her husband’s pretty face.

“Dogs aren’t children, Jongin!!!”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK, AYLA!!! THEY MIGHT HEAR YOU FROM THE OTHER ROOM!!!”

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jayyyykayyyyyy · 6 years ago

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Doubts||Kim Jongin X Reader (College Au)

You took a glance at Jongin , who was swaying from side to side in his seat on the couch , humming lowlly to himself as he tapped his pen absentmindedly on your knee.

"You're supposed to be studying" you stated simply , your eyes still glued on the textbook infront of you." He didn't really answer , just leaned back further on the couch and put his head on your shoulder, looking up at you from the close proximity.

"What's the point though ?"

"Weren't you supposed to raise your GPA this semester "you asked absentmindedly , flicking a page in your textbook. Again , he didn't answer and just put his arm around your waist , nuzzling his head into your neck.

"Why haven't you told your friends about us " he asked abruptly, his voice monotone. Your eyes snapped up from your text book as you tried to turn your head towards him.

"What ?"

You heard him sigh as he pulled his head up from your shoulder and rested it against the back of the couch , pulling you back with him and then leaned against you again.

"Your friends don't know about us. Why ? "

"Nini....."

"Are you ashamed to be with someone like me ?" He mumbled a hand reaching up and twirling a strand of his hair between his fingers.

"No! Of course not !"

"Then ?"

"It's just ..... You know ?" You stumbled and he shook his head

"I don't know , actually"

"Well, you know you're uh YOU and I'm ME "

"Really ? I wouldn't have figured."

Images of the very first time you saw jongin flashed in your head , at that fund raising concert a committee in your college had held. You remembered how excited everyone was for his solo performance and how all eyes were solely on him as he moved on stage. You had just been another one of the many spectators in the crowd , completely entranced by the work that was Kim Jongin.

"Never mind , I think I should leave " you mumbled , slamming your text book shut.

"No" jongin stated simply , using his arm around your waist to hold you down. "You need to tell me what's wrong "

"I just think " you took a deep breath "people would find it strange that someone like you would be with someone like me "

"You mean gorgeous and super talented ?"

"I was going for more of a nobody ?"

"Oh gosh , (y/n) , are you for real right now ? Listen , yeah sure we're a little different but that doesn't make you any less amazing or talented than me "

"Did you just call yourself amazing and talented ?"

"Yes but you get my point right ?" You're not supposed to care about what people will say or think, as long as you like me and I like you , we should be fine "

"I suppose I do kind of like you "

"Kind of ?"

"Sort of , you know. Not much though "

"You didn't seem to think that last night when -"

"Jongin!"

~Circe

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marshmallow-phd · 7 years ago

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The Beauty and The Tragedy

Genre: Angst, romance, Mafia Au

Pairing: Sehun x OC

Summary: Wren was an American girl who just wanted to see a new part of the world. All she was looking for was a slight change of scenery, but when she befriends the wrong person, her whole life will change in a way she never could have expected.

A/N: Continuing on with the rewrites and adjusting details and continuity. If the later chapters feel a little off, that’s why. But thank you for taking the time to read this new version!

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11

By now, waking up in my new surroundings was less of a ritual panic. A nanosecond went by before I remembered where I was. Oddly, there was no sense of danger in that remembrance. I simply stretched out my stiff limbs, a long drawn-in breath interrupted by a yawn. I sat up in bed, having already come to terms again with where I was and that this was my new normal for the time being. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I replayed the previous day’s events. My cheeks heated up at the ending. The areas where Jongin carried me up to my room were still warm. But that kind gesture left my mind spinning.

I wasn’t used to someone paying so much attention to me. Back home, I mostly ignored by the opposite sex for the wilder, too quiet and shy to garner compliments and specified chivalry. So, yes, I had to admit that I liked Jongin’s attentions. He was handsome, as anyone could see, and strangely sweet given his occupation, but was it wise to even allow myself to think down that path? His smile could melt ice cream in the middle of winter, but he would still be a very dangerous man who had probably kidnapped and killed people in the past and might even be doing that right at this moment. Then there was the bigger danger: falling for him could lead to me wanting to stay.

Letting out a deep breath, I let my face fall into my hands.

Jongin wasn’t like those gangsters from the movie, who cursed every other word and shot an underling at the slightest irritation. None of these men were, from what I could tell. Not even Sehun.

No, my jailer wasn’t truly cold or heartless, merely distant. Which was probably for the best, but a part of me saw it as a challenge. A challenge too hard to ignore.

All thoughts pushed aside, I hopped out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom. The knots that had formed overnight took a while to get out of my hair, but eventually it was presentable. Stopping by the closet, I slipped on more appropriate clothing – finding it in a sweater and shorts – before heading downstairs.

Jongin had said that everyone would be out of the house today, meaning I would be left to my own devices in the peace and quiet. While that should have been comforting, it was actually a bit unnerving. I felt too exposed here, despite the array of armed guards milling about the grounds. A cold breeze brushed my exposed shoulder, egging on that feeling, but my stomach stopped me from going back up the stairs to those four walls.

As expected, the kitchen was empty when I arrived with no sign that anyone had entered it since last night. I needed a breakfast that was comforting and familiar, so I found a clean pan in the cabinets along with eggs and bacon stored in the fridge.

The smell of the stiffening bacon filled my nose as the grease fizzled and popped in the pan, sending my stomach into a frenzy. Smoke rose up and curled off the cabinets and ceiling, but it wasn’t enough to be alarmed. It was normal with how crispy I liked it. I started singing to myself to fill the silence.

“I hope you’re not trying to burn my house down.”

A gasp burst out as I spun around. Sehun was seated at the island, dressed for the day, hands folded in front of him patiently. His eyes stayed strictly on me, that unreadable expression flickering with unwavering stability.

“I-I thought no one was going to be home today?” The microwave clock read 9:18. Surely he should have been gone by now.

“I was up late last night working so I’m having a bit of a late start.” He looked at the stove.

“Would you like some breakfast,” I offered tentatively. I held up the pan for him to see what I was making while trying to ignore the oddity of the hostage offering a meal to the mobster like it was any normal Sunday. “It's American, but still good.”

He frowned at the food, but, surprisingly, nodded.

It was silent for a minute or two as he watched me slide the bacon out of the pan and onto a plate to rest. I wiped the pan clean so I could start on the eggs. “So,” I started hesitantly, unsure of the reaction I would get for this question, “what were you working on?”

I waited for “none of your business” to come. It would be a logical response, one that I wouldn’t even take offense at, depending on his tone. Eggs done, I made a plate for each of us and sat across from Sehun at the island. Somehow, he managed to surprise me.

“I was tracking a guy who might have information we need.”

Despite being given an answer, I was a little put out at the clicheness of it. “Jongin said that you were the tech guy. Is that how you were tracking him?”

Sehun picked and chewed on the end of a slice of bacon, nodding. “It’s not exactly easy in this day and age to hide. Practically everyone has a digital fingerprint. And this guy can’t resist making a mark so often.”

I twirled a chunk of egg on my fork. “Are you going to go get him today?”

“Not today.” Sehun finished up his breakfast and wiped his face with a napkin. He tossed it in the trash next to the island and then reached for the plate. I grabbed it first and slid it to my side.

“Just leave it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay, then.”

That should have been the point for him to leave, but he just stood there, staring down at me. “Jongin and the others seem to talk to you a lot.”

“Not too much,” I corrected, “but they, you know, actually talk to me.” I looked at him pointedly so he would get the hint. Apparently, it worked since he ran a hand through his hair and sat back down with a huff.

“Last night, after you said you like to watch movies, you were going to say something else. Something else that you like to do.” He tapped a finger against the granite nervously. “What were you going to say?”

What? Oh, right, last night at dinner. “Um… reading. I was going to say that I really like reading.”

“What do you like to read?” The question came out more like an interrogation. I barely held back my shock. He was making my personal challenge all too easy.

“Anything really,” I answered honestly with a shrug. “Love stories are probably my favorite, though. Especially the ones where the person changes for the better. I think those are the best.”

“Of course, you would,” Sehun scoffed. “Love isn’t exactly that powerful in real life, you know.”

“Says who?” I challenged.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he threw one back at me. “Shouldn’t you say that if you really love someone, you wouldn’t want them to change?”

“It’s not about wanting the other person to change,” I argued. This was a discussion I’d had with several friends back home which meant I had more than enough ammunition on my side. “It’s about loving them so much that you want to change into a better person for them. It’s about your will, not theirs.”

Sehun’s steadfast gaze bore into me. What was going on in that head of his. What was he thinking about to make his gaze so intense? Mind reading wouldn’t be a bad gift to have right now. Then again, I might not want to know everything going on in that head of his.

Suddenly, he stood up and whipped his jacket on with a heated coolness. “I’ll be back later tonight. Don’t break anything while I’m gone. If you need anything, just use the intercom system, one of my men can help. But try to make sure that it’s an emergency first, please?”

I was so stunned at the added “please” that all I could do was nod as he walked out of the kitchen.

***

Sehun peeled out of there quicker than he needed to, gravel flying in all directions as he sped down the driveway. There were no tell-tale dings that might have scratched the paint of his beloved car. If there was any damage to the paint, it would be no one's fault but his own. Still, he didn’t want to front the cash for a new paint job. He just needed to get away.

Junmyeon had… “encouraged” him last night to actually try to get to know the girl currently housed in his mansion. Truthfully, Sehun had hoped that if he froze her out then one of the other boys would volunteer to keep her instead. He didn’t have any reason to be cold towards her. There was just something about her that made him uneasy.

Her grey eyes were filled with an innocence that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Certainly none of the women who had kept him company at night had an innocence like that. They were too tainted by this life of crime and money. Every action had an unknown motivation. One had to be careful with who they opened up to. But Wren didn’t come from this world. She was like an alien beamed down to disrupt his life.

Within the past week, Sehun had found himself watching her on the security cameras from his tablet. It had caused him to get in a bit of trouble during their meetings. He was easily distracted and the ease of access to her wasn't helping.

At first, he had only kept an eye on her to make sure she didn’t try to escape. He trusted his men, but they were posted outside and he wouldn’t put it past Gwen to try something from the inside.

Little by little, however, Sehun found himself watching her out of pure fascination. He even let out an amused scoff when she looked under the beds and in the empty closets for reasons he couldn’t fathom. Her odd movements and habits were so foreign to him, it was nearly an addiction. What puzzled him the most, though, was how watching Jongin get so close to the girl had stirred up something in him.

Sehun punched the steering wheel. He had to stop while he was ahead. If Jongin wanted to watch movies with her and then carry her up to her room, that was his choice, his business. Sehun didn’t care. There was no reason for him to care.

With a bit too much force, Sehun shut the door on his Lexus and stomped up the steps of Junmyeon’s mansion. He scanned his fingerprint to be let in and he made his way down the halls until he reached the meeting room in the back of the house. His fellow members sent curious glances as he sat down.

“Nice of you to join us, Sehun,” Junmyeon snipped.

Clearing his throat, Sehun murmured, “Overslept.”

Which, though true, might not have happened had he not had a tablet open on his desk to his security cameras. He didn’t dare watch Wren sleep, but he did have the sensor set in case there was abnormal movement in her room. Though the alarm never went off, that didn’t stop his eyes from checking it every five seconds.

Junmyeon sighed. The stress of their current predicament was obviously starting to get to him. Having to balance this underworld enterprise alongside running a legitimate company was more trouble than Sehun ever wanted. Usually he would have yelled at Sehun in front of everyone for being late – and Sehun would have taken it without complaint –, but today the lecture was skipped. “Did you find him?”

Sehun nodded, bringing up their target’s location on the small screens that sat in front of each of the members around the table. “According to his credit card, our friend is staying in a shady motel in Yongsan district. Just in case he was trying to be coy, I hacked the security cameras and their registry. He’s definitely staying there, on the second floor, room two-zero-zero-three.”

“Good work, Sehun.”

“Do you think he really knows anything?” Minseok asked skeptically.

“We’ll find out soon enough.” Junmyeon stood up, pulling the hem of his jacket to straighten out the wrinkles. “Chanyeol, Baekhyun, start planning a snatch. Make it for two weeks from today. We’ll give him some time to relax, put his guard down. Sehun, keep tabs on him twenty-four-seven, let us know if he moves at all. The rest of you know what to do, you’re dismissed.”

***

I took my time cleaning up after breakfast. With nothing else to do, I wandered into the living room and planted myself on the couch, bringing up the movie app Jongin had opened the night before.

It still felt strange not to be getting ready for the school day, but I didn’t linger on the feeling. While I had an attachment to every student that entered my class, a majority of them had been high school students that were falling behind. Which meant an argument nearly every day as to why they should even bother learning English when they already knew Korean so well. Which was debatable. I could never come up with a good enough answer that would satisfy them, so eventually I gave up trying.

An hour had passed before I finally settled on a movie to waste time with. It was some rom com that utilized intersecting love stories and social media. The movie was actually fairly good. No absolute tear-jerking moments, but it made me laugh and occasionally gave me the giddy feeling.

Too soon, however, it was over. I scoured through the romantic comedy section, searching for my next target.

A frequent problem I had when it came to those types of movies was that once I watched one, I couldn’t stop. It was like a high from that warm and fuzzy feeling these movies gave off. It filled in a very lacking hole in my life. I was not the kind of person who was able to fill their time with fun dates and casual relationships. My hands were not warmed by another’s, I had no shoulder to cry on when I was at my breaking point. I lived vicariously through these movies, desperate for some real life action.

After the fourth movie, I was beginning to get my fill and my muscles were crying out from the hours of lying down on a lumpy couch. Remembering the gym, I decided to give it a try while no one was home.

I went up to my room to change, but moments before I opened the door, I noticed a smaller, thinner door just to the right. Painted the same color as the walls, it blended in nearly seamlessly. Only the slightest outline of the door and a flattened hook for the handle gave it away. I tried the hook and was surprised to find that it wasn’t locked, but it certainly had been a long time since anyone had opened it. The other side revealed a wooden staircase covered in several layers of dust. Spider webs hung from almost every inch of the walls and there was barely enough light to see by.

With a newly found sense of urgency and curiosity, I ran into my room, slipping on my converse to protect my feet before practically sprinting up the steps. How I could have missed this in my exploration of the mansion, I had no clue, but I was excited to find out what was hidden in what had to be the attic.

The only light in the area came from the small windows lined up on both sides. Running the entire length of the house, the attic was covered in at least an inch of dust, although there wasn’t much stored up there in the first place. A few vintage furniture pieces here and there that didn’t match any of the themes below along with crumbling cardboard boxes and other odd and ends.

I made my way slowly around the space, my footprints leaving behind the only sign of a disturbance. I inspected every object I came across, but it never was as exciting up close. There was some old jewelry that needed polishing and a moth-eaten wedding dress that had seen better days. The only papers I came across were financial ones, coded in ways I could never decipher.

When I made it to the other end, there was a single chest that was placed far away from everything else and with a blanket of dust that wasn't as thick as the others. Kneeling down, I pushed back the lid to dig around. Tucked into the folds of old clothes and blankets were framed pictures. Where I had expected faces of generations past, I was stunned at what I actually found.

One by one, I pulled out each of the photos and spread them out on the floor. The men I now knew were younger here, carefree and high spirited. Even Sehun was grinning, a big boyish smile in the middle of laughing. They all looked so… happy. I giggled at the discovery of Kyungsoo’s heart-shaped lips, wondering if I would ever see it in front of me. Most of the pictures were from their adventures together: at a beach, at Namsan Tower, and Lotte World while others were at locations I couldn’t identify.

Among the familiar faces, there were three that I didn’t know. I hadn’t caught on to the additions until I looked over the largest picture depicting twelve teenage boys all in a row. One had a pinched, smug face and was taller than even Chanyeol. He stood next to Junmyeon with his arm around his shoulders. Next to him was a slightly shorter boy with dark circles under his eyes and a smirk on his thin lips.

The last boy was small and lithe. Standing next to Sehun, they looked like brothers. They both looked so happy and content with an arm around each other, outshining everyone else in the picture.

I stared at the forgotten picture in my hands as I settled onto the floor, not caring about the dust and smiling to myself. I wondered what that kind of expression would like on Sehun’s face now that he’d grown into his features and the softness of adolescence had melted away.

The memory of dinner when Chanyeol had mentioned that Sehun had changed after a certain event flashed in my mind. Were these unknown faces a part of that event? Most importantly, the one with Sehun? My only guess was that they died and now any evidence of their existence in Sehun’s life had been banished to this attic, to erode and fade away into nonexistence.

Sighing, I carefully gathered up the pictures and placed them back into the folds of the chest. I stood back up and wiped off all the dust I had gathered from sitting on the floor. There was still one last thing to inspect before descending back down the stairs. I made my way over the far window that was larger than the ones dotting the long ends. To my luck, it opened.

I pushed it as far open as it would go, letting it swing until the metal paneling hit the side of the house with a loud, echoing clang! The roof landing just underneath was angled, perfect for a little stoop. Gripping the frame, I hoisted myself up and carefully climbed out, feet first.

The view from the roof was breathtaking. Surrounding the estate was a forest that went on for miles, farther than what my eyes could see. To my right, small but brightly shining was Seoul. I could pick out Namsan Tower and the old palace. Unable to tear myself away, I stretched out my legs and leaned back on my hands. Being up there away from everything was like a breath of fresh air, like feeling the sun on your skin after weeks of cloudy sky.

I stayed up with no question of time, losing track of the hour. I didn’t want to leave, to go back inside. If I did, I would have to go back to reality.

Reality had felt like a roller coaster running on deteriorating tracks. John – the first person I thought I could have a real friendship with since I arrived in Korea – was dead and had made me the carrier of some all-important chip.

But it could have been worse.

Junmyeon could have decided that I was dangerous or lying and had me tied up in a basement, starving and tortured. Instead, I had a nice room, free access to food and a large mansion to roam around in. And my host was slowly becoming a bit more amiable.

“I hope you’re not planning to jump.”

I gasped, spinning around to face the window. In my clumsiness, however, I lost my footing and slipped on the shingles. Panic flashed across Sehun’s face as he reached out and clutched my wrist, saving me, but knocking his head against the side frame in the process. The neutrality returned as soon as I was no longer in danger of falling off the roof and to my death.

“You just seemed to like being in dangerous situations, huh?” he grunted as he helped me back through the window. I lost my balance once again when my feet slid on the coatings of dust. Only Sehun’s grip kept me from landing on my backside. He held onto my waist in a loose vice. “Are you really this helpless or is it an act?”

I scowled at him, until I noticed a small cut along Sehun’s hairline. “Oh, my god, you’re bleeding!”

Sehun released one of his hands from my waist to feel for the cut. His fingers came away red. “This is what I get for saving you. Now this will scar and ruin my pretty face.”

“Oh shut up, it’s nowhere near your face,” I scolded. He didn’t resist as I grabbed his wrist and tugged him along the attic, forcing him to follow me down both staircases in the house until we were in the infirmary. I released him near one of the beds while I searched the cabinets. “Sit.”

“Wren, I can–”

“Sit.”

Releasing an irritated sigh, he finally obeyed. I found the supplies I was looking for and walked back over to Sehun. Even sitting down, he still managed to be eye level with me. I tried not to focus on that as I cleaned up the blood that was already drying on his skin with a washcloth. One little droplet had run down to his jaw, leaving a crimson trail that stuck out against his milky skin. I carefully wiped it away, all the while feeling his eyes on me. A small tremble was visible in my hands as I poured the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab. I took a deep breath to try and will it away as I softly dabbed at the cut. Sehun let out a hiss on the contact.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s fine,” he grunted.

Once the cut was clean and I could see it clearly, I felt relieved. It didn’t seem to be that deep. I tapped on the smallest amount of Neosporin and then used the surgical tape to hold it together. Sehun’s breath was hot on my arms. More than once I lost focus. Now so close, I could see that his eyes weren’t a flat brown, but a mix of several different shades that grew lighter the closer they drew inward to the pupil.

Taking a step back, I cleared my throat. Sehun grabbed my wrist. His gaze narrowed as he tilted head to the side.

“Can I trust you?” he asked suddenly.

I blinked. “What?”

“Can. I. Trust. You.” He repeated slower.

Swallowing, I nodded. “Yes, you can. I thought I might have proven that by now.”

Without warning, Sehun stood up and dragged me out of the infirmary. Every few steps I tripped over my own feet while trying to keep up with his long stride. He didn’t stop until we were in front of the large double doors that had been taunting me for the duration of my stay.

“Watch for the code,” Sehun said. “I’m only going to put it in once.”

My heart beat faster in anticipation as Sehun touched the individual numbers one by one.

“Zero-four-one-two,” I repeated out loud to myself, to commit it to memory. Curious, I looked up at him. “Any special significance?”

Sehun glanced at me, his hand on the doorknob opening it just a crack. I was becoming as eager as a dog with a new bone. “It’s my birthday, but switched around.”

Switched around? I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to decipher his riddle.

Oh, right. The day goes first over here. A fact that had caused more than one misunderstanding since my arrival in Korea. I couldn’t help but laugh at this new found information. Too bad it was still several months away.

“What’s so funny?” Sehun asked.

“Mine’s a few weeks later,” I informed him. “The thirtieth.”

He let out a short laugh. “Interesting.” The door opened wider, but he stopped as I tried to peek in. “I’m giving you complete access to this room whenever you want it, but the desk and its contents are absolutely off limits. I’ll know if you break that rule. Got it?” I nodded impatiently. “Okay, then.” He pushed the door open and motioned for me to walk through.

Cautiously, I stepped in and gasped.

The room was two stories high with almost every inch of the walls covered in books. I felt like Belle seeing the Beast’s library for the first time, including the constant whirling around to take in every shelf. This one wasn’t quite as large but it definitely was at least two rooms wide and reached up to the second floor.

I struggled to process the fact that I was standing in a place I had only ever dreamed about. Sliding ladders that were brightly polished gave access to the books that were high out of reach. Overstuffed chairs and individual lamps were scattered around the room along with small tables and foot rests. An oversized desk of dark wood sat near the back of the room in front of a large window that showed off the vast forest beyond.

I walked around the desk to find a little reading bench sat at the bottom. It was filled with pillows and even a couple of blankets folded in the corner. I frowned, thinking about the vulnerability the window created. “Kind of dangerous for a mafia boss, don’t you think?”

Sehun smirked as he tapped on the glass with his knuckles. “It’s four inches thick, bulletproof. Not even a wild gorilla could get through it. If someone actually was stupid enough to try, an even thicker titanium shield will drop down, covering the window in a matter of seconds after pushing the button under the desk.”

“At least you thought of everything.” I wandered back to the center of the room to take more of the library in. Several spiral staircases led up to the second floor pathway. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many books in one place before.”

Sehun stepped up behind me. I could feel his towering presence and when I turned around I nearly ran into him. He didn’t notice. His eyes were wandering over the books as well. “Four generations added to this library. Books bought with mostly dirty money, but still a good cause, I think.” He looked down at me and gave me a small smile. Not a smirk or a scowl, but a real smile. It was barely there and didn’t shine as bright as the one from the picture, but it still made my heart race. “I’m not sure exactly how many love stories could be hidden around here, but there’s just about every other genre under the sun in here. It’s all yours. This place can get boring and you can only watch so many movies. Maybe this could help you get through the day and you’d enjoy it.”

I stared up at him in pure amazement. Where was all this coming from? When I arrived he wanted nothing to do with me and now in a short amount of time he was eating breakfast with me and letting me into where important business took place, if the lock was any indication. He had thought about me and what I would like to do during the days I was stuck here. A lump formed in my throat that I desperately tried to swallow back.

Putting space back between us, I smiled. “Thank you. This is– Thank you.” I was going to say “sweet” but perhaps he wouldn’t appreciate being associated with that word. “Why don’t I make you some dinner?”

He grimaced. “American, I presume?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’d be surprised, but I can make Korean dishes, too.”

He smiled again. “Okay. Then I think I can accept.”

“Good,” I spun on my heels, heading out. “Hopefully, you have plenty of ingredients. Kimchi rice is my favorite.”

#exo #exo mafia au #exo mafia #exo fanfic #exo scenario #oh sehun #sehun #kai #exo sehun #kim jongin #sehun x oc #exo gang au #beauty and tragedy

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 7 years ago

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DEGRADED - KAI | MASTERLIST

Paring: KaiXreader, sehunXreader, other exo members

Genre: Smut, Angst, degrading | friends with benefits-kai | love triangle - kai,sehun | mental abuse | self harm

Summary: In hopes of getting rid of Kim Jongin for ruining your life further after your friends with benefits disaster and your violent meltdown, you finally get him to agree to leave you alone for good give you some space…. you get a month of quiet. till one day he shows up at the same convenience store as you. from there he follows you home and fucks the shit out of you claiming you to be his again. Even with a girlfriend still on his arm your his play-toy again.Its all just a vicious never ending down spiraling cycle. He would never leave you alone. not until he calls it quits.what do you do when Kim Jongin won’t leave you alone? degrading you until you disappear? welcome to degraded.

Notes: this story contains smut, violence and verbal abuse. This series will be mature filled with possibly triggering scenes and aspects. Please keep this in mind when reading. This is fiction. Don’t read if your incapable.

teaser: And there it went. No man had ever made you cum but Jongin. They tried but you faked it every time. But this handsome bastard of a man could. No wonder you were hooked on him. Why you let him do what ever to you because he had you by the pussy.

chapter one | CORNERED

chapter two | MENTAL BREAK DOWN

chapter three | OH SEHUN

chapter four | EXPOSED

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

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shinrin-yokeu · 7 years ago

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For You

Genre : Angst

Words : 1124

Warnings : None

Masterlist

They say that love conquers all, but can even love crumble when faced with the cruelty of the world?

And then suddenly, my world lit up. Because sometimes you just have those moments where you realize that you love someone so much it hurts and that you would literally do anything for them, and you should want to hold them and protect them and there really are no words to describe the amount of love that you hold for that one person. And then you realize that they're literally the most perfect person on this planet and you just want to kiss them and keep on kissing them for the rest of your life, and you want to hold them and look into their beautiful eyes and just tell them how amazing they are, and you literally love every single thing about them to the point where it drives you crazy and you just want to tell them all of it, and never stop telling them how perfect they are. You just want to give them the world and all the happiness, make them feel as happy and loving as you feel towards them, because it really is the best feeling in the world. And you know that loving someone can be painful, but that pain will never compare to how amazing loving someone makes you feel. You just want to spend the rest of your life with them and never be away for them for even a second, and then you wonder how someone could possibly ever be so perfect and that leads you to wonder how it's possible to love someone this much, because really, your love for them is infinite and you're so completely obsessed and infatuated with them, but even that's nothing compared to the pure love you feel. And no matter how much you tried, there's really no way to explain how love feels and it's something every human should feel, because there isn't a single thing someone could ever do to not deserve to feel this way, except maybe take away the person that someone else feels this way for. And honestly, you would give up everything just so you could keep feeling this way because nothing else really matters except for them and sometimes you just want to cry because their perfection is just overwhelming, the way way they fit against your body when you hold them, they way their lips meld into yours when you kiss, and the way your personalities fit perfectly, because really, they are the only one for you, and even if you've never been the cheesy type, your world would just shatter without them, and life just isn't worth living without them.

So I knew that life without Jongin was worthless and completely not worth living, so I threw myself at him, shoving him out of the way.

It was like watching it from the sidelines, as if I wasn't the one being hit. And as cliche as it sounds, it was like time slowed down, each second excruciatingly long.

I watched Jongin stumble out of the way and then turn. His eyes widened and he screamed my name, rushing towards me, but as amazing as Jongin was, even he couldn't make it in time. When it hit me, I didn't really feel it at first. The adrenaline rushing through my veins didn't allow that. From somewhere far away, I heard muted screaming, before I realized it was the voice that I loved so much, that I could listen to every single second of my life. But there was so much pain, so much fear in it and I just wanted to take it away, make him feel loved and happy, but it was so much more important for him to be alive, for him to continue blessing the world with his existence.

When I hit the ground, at first I didn't feel anything. Then as the the shock wore off, it was as if I jolted back into my body and the pain came crashing in, leave me unable to do anything, even scream or cry. All I could do was gasp for air. I managed to let out a strangled sob and wondered if I would survive if I was in this much pain.

Jongin came crashing down next to me, sobbing, and I knew in that moment that he felt for me as I did for him, because it looked like his entire world had just been shattered and so lost, as if he didn't know how to function without me anymore, and despite however much I loved Jongin, I had never loved him as much as I did in this moment, his beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, his wet cheeks glistening. Because he was beautiful even when he cried, he was a masterpiece, one that I could watch for eternity and never get bored of.

"Areum! Areum, Jagi, no, no no, please no, please look at me, please don't leave me, I love you, I love you so much, please don't go, Jagiya, keep your eyes open, I love you so much, I love you so, so much." He continued rambling, his body shaking from how hard he was crying.

A fresh wave of pain washed over me but I did my best to fight against it. I slowly lifted my arm, black spots and stars dancing across my vision.

I gently placed my hand on his cheek and he gently grabbed it, looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his. Eyes that I could lose myself in, because they showed me the Jongin I loved. They closed when he laughed or smiled, and opened wide when he was surprised, and they always told me how he felt, because he never bothered to hide his feelings from me. They were the gateway to his soul, to his heart, and I loved them. I loved him in and out, I loved every fiber of his being.

"Jongin."

He shut up, and watched me, still sobbing silently.

I smiled up at him and said, "I will never regret this. Even if I die, I won't regret this."

I thought it wasn't possible, but he started crying harder and he looked like he was in more pain then I was.

"Jongin."

He looked at me again with his gorgeous eyes and I smiled softly, caressing his cheek weakly.

"Jongin..."

I loved saying his name, I loved the way it sounded, I loved the way it fit him.

"Areum..."

I loved the way my name sounded when he said it, I could listen to him for hours and hours. I loved it when he sang to me, the emotion flowing through, sending me to paradise.

"Jongin..."

She paused again, basking in his beauty for a moment before she spoke.

"Saranghaeyo."

#jongin #kim jongin #kai #kim kai #exo #exo-k #one-shot #look i finally did something #please give feedback #jongin x oc #kai x oc #jongin fanfic #kai fanfic #jongin fanfiction #kai fanfiction #i dont hate this lol

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tempus-neminem-manet13 · 7 years ago

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What If...

Kai's POV

I woke up again this morning, looking to my side and you were not there. As I get up slowly out of this bed that is too big for just me, I remember what we used to be. Remembering me being the one that you would run too, whether you were excited that I was coming home, or the day when you found out your parents were killed in a car accident and you would just cry into my chest. Me being the one to wake up every morning and see your beautiful sleeping face, which brings a smile to mine.

The memories continue to attack me and I can not control the tears which come down my face which I try to hide from everyone including my bandmates. I can no longer control them as more of the memories pile on top of one another. From the day we first met, to the day we became friends, the day we had our first kiss, the day when I finally asked you out, the day we went to prom together. Each one bringing more tears then the one before and finally the memories of that day come.

[4 Months Ago]

It was my day off from my work at SM Entertainment. My EXO mates and I took a break from touring around and here I was spending my day with you. My lovely girlfriend. I'm going to propose to you. The love of my life. I wanted to spend the rest of my days with you. So here I was running around the small front yard trying to catch you. "Haha! Oppa you are getting slow," You laugh with a bright smile etched on your face. My smile just as wide as yours as I am running through the yard trying to catch you.

"Keep running, I am going to catch you sooner or later!" I yell with laughter in my voice. You laugh some more and then ran even faster. Trying to prevent me from catching you. I then breathed in another gulp of air and pumped my legs faster to catch up to you.

You kept running away and soon went into the road. We were chasing each other into the yards and back into the road. I sat down to take a breather and watch you dancing around in the sunlight. What I did not know was the black car that was swerving in the middle of the road. The many people trying to get away. I was only focused on you. Then I could only watch in horror, my voice no longer working as a drunk driver came and hit you.

I immediately stepped out of my trance, I ran to you. I held you in my arms as tears were coming down my face, asking you to hang on, pleading for you to keep fighting for your life. People were passing by some screaming, others running away, I could hear someone calling 911. Still, I kept my eyes on you, crying out in agony as I watch you take your last breath to tell me "I love you". Then you were no longer breathing. I try calling your name, screaming it out until I was pulled away by a police officer who was trying to get me to calm down. I then passed out due to the exhaustion of the screaming, the shouting and the sirens.

[Present]

Slamming my fists, punching a hole through the thin wall. I cry. I cry out in agony. Only thoughts of you coming to me in my mind on this morning.

What if I had said something?

What if I had gotten you out of that danger?

What if I had pushed you out of the way and taken the hit instead?

What if...

#kim jongin #angst #car accident #kai x reader #exo #exok #OC #death #drunk #drunkdrving

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la-luna-es-hermosa · 5 years ago

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Ang Halimaw - Kabanata Isa. Mahiwagang Gubat

Translation: The Monster - Chapter One. Enchanted Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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