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Kyungsoo: Recording My Thoughts Out Loud

"Could we maybe try that line again?" You speak into the small microphone that projects your voice into Kyungsoo's recording booth. He scrunches his face in annoyance, though he is not annoyed at you particularly.

"Okay, ready," he signals a thumbs-up in your direction, and you replay the soundtrack from the demo's pre-chorus.

You and Kyungsoo were currently recording his lines for one of EXO's B-sides for an upcoming comeback. The only issue was that, surprisingly, Kyungsoo wasn't performing as well as he usually did.

"I started thinking of you, but not in the same way that I used to," Kyungsoo sung, pouring his everything into the lyric. He finished, let out a grunt, and motioned for you to re-record it again.

And so, you did.

Followed by another grunt,

and one last re-recording after that.

He was flustered, and you could see it. For a moment, you watched fondly in awe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, completely focused on his own thoughts as he wrote something next to the lyric pages in front of him, quietly humming the tune of his adlibs in strive of perfection.

At this point, you weren't even sure if keeping him to record so late at night was truly a mishap or a blessing in disguise.

"I don't know," he muttered into the microphone, "if this even sounds good. This line, right here. What do you think of some improv?" He bit his lower lip, then shot his eyes up to make straight and sudden eye-contact with you, which made your heart skip a heavy beat and force you out of your daydreaming.

"Oh, uhm, okay. What did you have in mind?"

He cleared his throat. "Give me a few minutes, let me try to figure something out," he smiled once he got your approval.

Once again, you found yourself secretly admiring the sight of a deep-in-thought Kyungsoo humming different harmonizations that would better suit the line he was assigned.

"Hmmm-hmmmm," you could, through your own pair of studio headphones, quietly listen into his voice as he did so.

Shit, he sounds so fucking beautiful, you thought quietly to yourself.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," he continued on, unaware of your admiration.

I could listen to you aaallllll day, you smiled sheepishly to yourself, putting your fingers over your mouth to hide your now obvious blushing. I need to calm down, I can't be unfocused right now!

If anyone ever finds out I'm crushing badly on this fucker, I'll probably get fired or something. Maybe. I've only been here a week. I'm not about to find out.

But who knew... Kyungsoo of EXO is so unbelievably attractive... and he doesn't even try!

His quiet but thoughtful personality, matched with an angelic voice...

Fuck, I love my new job.

"Okay," he shifted his focus back to you, "I think I got it now."

You proceeded to finish recording the rest of his lines flawlessly, and his contribution certainly gave the song more of an EXO vibe than it had before.

"Okay, I'm going to look over the adlibs for the bridge, and then the outro stuff," he smiled. "One minute, please."

"You can have all of my damn time if you want it," you muttered quietly under your breath, once again enjoying the sounds of his harmonization through your headphones.

"This line..." he examined his papers, singing up a scale to slowly make his way to the high note he needed to reach.

"Come with me 'cause I need you right... nooooooooooooww!" He closed his eyes as he gracefully reached the most beautiful vocal note you'd ever possibly heard.

"You're so fucking HOT for that," you whispered into your hand, covering the stupid smile that spread vulnerably across your face.

He tried it once more, this time probably more perfect than the last, if that was even possible.

"I need an inhaler," you giggled and whispered quietly to yourself, "because this man sounds prettier than Baekhyun. Than fucking Baekhyun!"

After about ten or so minutes, you finally ended the recording session, giving Kyungsoo a big thumbs-up as you proceeded to save the computer audio files appropriately while he gathered his things in the booth to leave.

"Well done today, Kyungsoo," you said as encouragingly but also professionally as you possibly could. You were still working, after all, and had to respect him regardless of being co-workers, a fan, a mutual, or not.

"Thank you," he smiled at you, and you offered a smile back as he motioned his way to open the door for you both to exit the recording room.

"Oh," he turned to look at you, placing one hand against the doorknob, "I have a quick question."

"Sure," you looked up at him as you finished zipping up your coat.

"Do you really think I'm better than Baek?"

Your heart dropped. No wait, your face dropped first. Matter of fact, you almost nearly collapsed at the words that slipped his mouth.

"You-- what?"

"Baekhyun," he said, a gentle smile with perfect teeth now spreading curiously over his face. "And I'm hot too, apparently."

"I'm-- WHAT!?"

He let out a comfortable laugh as you felt your face redden, your palms dampening intensely, and your heart practically racing out of your chest.

"You know," he said, motioning towards the desk of the computer and pointing toward a small switch on the left center of the audio console. "This right here mutes your mic. You mute it and unmute it when you want to talk to me in the booth. I think I forgot to show you that when I went over this console's basic things, but I figured you'd find it since you're a session recorder, after all. I guess not."

Shit, you defeatedly cover your face in total embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Kyungsoo! I'm really taking this job seriously and I'm not some creepy crazy fan--"

"Don't worry about it," he laughed, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders and bringing you into a hug.

Fuck, you thought as the scent of his elegant cologne hit your face.

"I won't tell anyone," he winked, "just as long as you promise to keep doing it. But just with me."

You smiled awkwardly, nodding at his request.

Well, now he just knows what he's doing. And he's good at it.

"Let me walk you out to your car tonight."

Offering you his sweetest smile and gentlest hand to grab, he opened the door for you and, like the gentleman he was, allowed you to walk out first.

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Bonnie & Clyde (D.O)

D.O POV

Servir a tu país es un completo honor, hacer el servicio para proteger a tu país y al pueblo, el uniforme es algo de gran orgullo, servir a tu país y tu nación, vaya mierda, no es más que eso,  una mierda, no eres más que un peón, un títere para ellos, y cuando ya no les eres útil de desechan en tan solo un parpadeo, esa gente a la que debería proteger también tengo que atacar cuando estos abren sus ojos y se dan cuenta de las injusticias que están viviendo, todo para complacer a las grandes cabezas del país, pero anda a decirle a los de mayor rango tu opinión respecto a eso, te varean sin piedad alguna, te lastiman al punto de temer volver a hablar y decir algo erróneo y eso es una mierda, el servicio obligatorio es una mierda.

Nos imponen realizar el servicio obligatorio al cumplir los 30, donde ya somos lo suficientemente maduros para saber la realidad de las cosas y las consecuencias que tienen nuestros actos, o eso se supone.

La verdad es que aquí la gente está loca, es cruel, sádica y está sedienta de poder ¿Como obtienen el poder? Siendo lame suelas de todos los bastardos que están en el poder.

Proteger al pueblo, vaya chiste, el pueblo se está dando cuenta de sus manipulaciones y robos, el pueblo pide justicia, es ahí cuando el pueblo deja de ser el pueblo convirtiéndose en el enemigo. Al final solo proteges a los cabecillas, a los poderosos, a los ricos...

Pero ya no más...

Soy un renegado, abandoné todo ideal que ese lugar podría darme, y empecé a hacer justicia por mi cuenta, en cada protesta salía a proteger el pueblo y les ayudaba a obtener lo que era suyo en primer lugar.

Empecé a atracar pequeños bancos y antes de que pudiera darme cuenta ya no podía parar, ya no había vuelta atrás con esto que he empezado, ya le había tomado el gusto, tenía hasta un grupo con el cual iba a todas partes, me ayudaban, ellos son muy buenos estrategas, aunque pareciera a veces un maldito jardín infantil.

—¿Cuál es nuestro siguiente destino Kyungsoo? —pregunta el moreno llamando así la atención de todos los presentes

—Busan, tendremos que ser precavidos —les informo

—¿No es algo temerario ir allí? Digo, no es Seul, pero aun así es un gran riesgo -—Dice Suho viendo el mapa que teníamos desplegado en la mesa

—Si queremos causar impacto debemos hacerlo, no hay de otra, iré —dice Sehun, a pesar de ser el menor del grupo siempre es el más arriesgado, mientras que Suho se toma más tiempo en tomar decisiones.

Al final todos aceptaron, iríamos a Busan a realizar el próximo gran atraco.

—Es aquí a la derecha —dice Baekhyun —. ¡Qué vayamos a la derecha!

—¡Qué no! ¡Es todo recto! —le replica Chen

—¿No era a la izquierda? —pregunta Chanyeol

Somos un asco de atracadores, nos hemos perdido y la gente nos mira raro por el escándalo que estás montando esos tres

—¿Necesitan ayuda? —me pregunta una chica, miro a los chicos que seguían discutiendo mientras que JongIn reía y veía como Suho y Sehun trataban de calmarlos 

—Por favor, con mis amigos somos nuevos aquí y nos hemos perdido -—le explico con una sonrisa 

—Es difícil llegar a un lugar cuando usas el mapa al revés —señala ella el mapa que tenía Baekhyun —. ¿A dónde van?

—Pues estamos recorriendo los lugares básicos, estuvimos hace no mucho en la playa, queríamos saber la ubicación de tiendas, parques, y cosas más importantes en casos de emergencia como un hospital.

—Comprendo si doblas aquí a la derecha —señala una calle —, y avanzas 4 cuadras te encontraras un parque y frente a él una compañía de bomberos, del parque a la izquierda, a unas 9 cuadras está el hospital y a 10 la comisaría, si doblas a la derecha te darás cuenta que es una calle llena de tiendas, si sigues recto a las 4 o 5 cuadras encontrarás el banco central y frente a esta una casa de cambio en casos de que tengan que cambiar dinero —trato de mantener toda esa información en mi memoria —. Espero haber sido de ayuda... eeeh

—Kyungsoo —me presento —, y has sido de mucha ayuda.

—Park Hyeon-Jeong —se presenta ella, le sonrío y ella se sonroja levemente

Me alejo de la chica y me acerco a mi grupo haciendo que me sigan en dirección al parque, tomo el mapa y con un lápiz marco todos los lugares que la castaña me indicó.

Park Hyeon-Jeong  POV

Kyungsoo... por alguna razón me intrigas demasiado, hay algo en ti que llama mi curiosidad.

Le veo ir con sus amigos para luego ir en la dirección que les indiqué escuchando "te lo dije" por parte de uno de los miembros del grupo, suelto una pequeña risa para luego volver a mi casa, había ido a hacer la compra y tenía que volver antes de que mi madre se enojase.

—¿Qué piensas hacer respecto a lo de Young-hyun? —pregunta mi madre en cuanto entre a la casa, solo la miré y negué con la cabeza, ya no había nada más que hablar respecto a ese tema, la decisión ya fue tomada

Young Hyun es mi novio, más bien mi ex novio, lo metieron en la cárcel luego de más de 20 demandas de estafa, 21 si me contamos a m��, decidí cortar toda relación con él luego de que me enteré de la estafa y algunas otras cosas más, a la semana lo llevaron preso, es un tema superado por todos menos por mi madre, estaba bastante emocionada con la idea de que me casara con él, aún cree que debería perdonarlo, pagarle la fianza y volver con él, si tan solo hubiese sido la estafa, pero la verdad es que años de engaños no se perdonan, además, no puedo estar con alguien a quien no amo, todo esto me ayudó a darme cuenta de ello, porque no sufrí ni me importó, solo me dio la excusa perfecta para terminar con él, pero eso mi madre no lo sabe y tampoco tiene que saberlo, es mi vida al fin y al cabo, si a mis 26 años vivo con mi madre es porque no quiero que se quede sola y es mi deber velar por ella, aunque más bien es ella la que se vino a vivir conmigo

Ha pasado una semana, una semana en la escucho todos los días a mi madre insistir en el mismo mísero tema, tomo las llaves de mi auto para ir a la playa, necesitaba relajarme y caminar por la arena mientras mis pies se mojan por las olas que llegan, de solo pensarlo me entra felicidad.

Cuando pasé por fuera del parque se empezó a escuchar mucha bulla, doblo hacia donde está el ruido y veo el motivo de tanto escándalo, estaban robando el Banco, se escuchaba la alarma de este y la gente asustada que estaba tanto dentro como fuera, se escuchan las sirenas de la policía que indican que se aproximan al lugar, veo a los atracadores salir corriendo en una dirección mientras que uno se queda atrás, pongo a andar el auto poniéndolo frente a él para evitar que se vaya, pero me he llevado una gran sorpresa

—¿Kyungsoo? —pregunto, abro la puerta del copiloto —. Vamos, sube.

El chico obedece y arranco el auto, me alejo lo más posible del sonido de las sirenas y tomo nuevamente el camino a la playa, una vez llegamos a esta estaciono el auto y le miro fijamente

—¿Qué demonios estaban pensando? —le pregunto —. Robar el banco cuando llevas aquí ¿Cuánto? ¿Una semana? no tienen idea del tiempo de respuesta que tiene ese lugar, es el más rápido de todo Busan.

—Me regañas como si no hubiese hecho bien mi trabajo —me responde él

—¡Y no lo has hecho! ¡han tenido un plan malísimo! —exclamo

-—Lo normal sería que te enojaras por intentar robar el banco, no porque no lo haya hecho bien —dice él

- Esos bastardos nos han robado toda la vida, no les viene mal un poco de su propia medicina - le explico, aunque de todas formas tiene razón - ahora largo de mi auto, ya te ayudé una vez, no creas que habrá una segunda- en eso empieza a escuchar la radio

"Luego de 10 minutos de persecución se logra detener a los bandidos que asaltaron el banco, pero se cree que uno ha logrado escapar, la policía está investigando…"

- Mierda - dice este al escuchar 

- Con un buen soborno les liberarán en más tardar 2 meses - le digo

- ¿Como estás tan segura? - pregunta dudoso

- Lo que hicieron es un robo, no es algo tan grave, a mi ex por múltiples estafas le dieron 7 años de cárcel, con el soborno lo bajo a 9 meses - le explico- buen tiempo de respuesta, pero son muy fáciles de sobornar, con la cantidad necesaria te dejan hasta los papeles limpios -

- Pareces saber mucho del tema - me sonríe. 

Esa sonrisa lograba cautivarme de alguna forma, todo él me atraía de una forma la cual me es complicado explicar

- Te llevo ¿A dónde quieres ir? -le pregunto

- ¿Hace menos de 5 minutos me estabas echando de tu auto y ahora me estas ayudando? Creo que no te entiendo -vuelve a sonreír

- No tienes que hacerlo, anda confía en mí, de seguro quieres que liberen a tus amigos, vas a tener que usar un perfil bajo mientras tanto y tus amigos igual cuando les liberen - le fui a dejar al lugar donde se estaba quedando - espero volver a verte -

- Ya nos veremos Hyeon-Jeong - vuelve a sonreír - y gracias, muchas gracias -

Hacía ya dos meses de eso, a los amigos de Kyungsoo los liberaron luego de un mes y medio y las otras dos semanas estuvieron con perfil bajo, no habíamos vuelto a hablar, los veía de vez en cuando en las calles de la ciudad como cualquier persona normal, pero sé que lo más probable estén pensado su próximo atraco, ahora que conocen más la ciudad ya deben de conocer la localización de los otros bancos, suelo conducir las tardes por los alrededores pensando que quizás me los encontraría, que lo volvería a ver.

Conduzco de regreso a casa, otra vez no los había visto ¿se habrán ido? ¿o se habrán tomado muy en serio lo de tener un perfil bajo?

Abro la puerta de casa y lo que acabo de ver no me complace en lo absoluto ¿Qué hace él aquí?

- ¡Cariño!  - dice mi madre - mira quien vino a verte, dice que quiere volver, me acaba de pedir tu mano, no podía rechazar su proposición -

- No - digo firme a lo que ellos me miran

- Hyeon-Jeong - dice él

- Hija ¿Por qué no? -  pregunta - Dame un motivo valido -

- Un motivo valido es que no lo quiero - le respondo

- No te hagas la difícil, si lo quieres y el cariño se refuerza con el tiempo - insiste 

- ¡He dicho que no! - 

- Tu madre ya acepto... - dice Young Hyun

- ¡NO! - grito

Corro a mi habitación recojo un par de cosas para luego volver a salir y subirme a mi auto y arrancar de aquel lugar, empiezo a andar por las calles de Busan sin destino alguno, no podía volver a casa, no hasta estar de que él se haya ido.

Veo a unos chicos corriendo y subirse a un otro mientras que los otros se van a otro auto, es Kyungsoo y sus amigos, de seguro están huyendo, me acerco a ellos y bajo la ventana

- ¿Necesitan ayuda? - les pregunto llamando su atención, Kyungsoo sonríe para subir de copiloto mientras sus amigos suben en el asiento trasero

Empiezo a andar con total normalidad, le subo el volumen a la radio que estaba sonando "call me baby" se empiezan a escuchar la sirena, tomo camino a la playa, los chicos empiezan a tararear la canción, un auto policial me indica que debo detenerme

- Íbamos a la playa a dar una vuelta como los buenos amigos que somos mientras cantamos nuestras canciones favoritas - les susurro - Hola señor ¿sobrepasé el exceso de velocidad? ¿o quiere ver si los papeles del auto están al día? -

- ¿Se dirigen a algún lado? - pregunta el oficial, estaba sospechando de nosotros

- A la playa - le respondo

- Hyeon-Jeong ¿Después podrías poner "Obsession"? -  pregunta el de tez morena

- Habíamos quedado en que iba a poner "Growl" - dice Kyungsoo cruzándose de brazos 

- Como verá oficial estoy con un jardín infantil en mi vehiculo - le susurro al oficial a lo que ríe - Pondré "Love Shot" y sin quejas - digo mirando al asiento trasero, estos chicos son buenos actores

El policía nos deja ir a lo que todos soltamos un suspiro de alivio, les fui a dejar donde la otra vez, todos bajaron menos Kyungsoo

- ¿Qué harán ahora? - le pregunto - ¿Volverán a bajar el perfil? -

-Nos iremos a Gimhae - esas palabras me dejaron helada, ya no tendría excusa para salir a verle, empieza a sonar mi teléfono - ...Young Hyun... - le veo mirar la pantalla de mi teléfono- deberías contestar, parece importante -

-No lo es - le respondí - iré con ustedes - él me mira sorprendido ante mis palabras- necesitarás tu auto de escape -

Los dos reímos, los demás fueron en una Ban mientras que Kyungsoo y yo en mi auto, sigo la ban y le subo el volumen a la radio, oh vaya, qué irónico, "Getaway car", la canción empieza y el ríe a carcajada limpia al reconocer la canción

“I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason”

Es verdad, quería dejar a Young Hyun y necesitaba una razón, Kyungsoo fue mi razón

“You were drivin' The getaway car We were flyin' But we'd never get far Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me We're ridin' In a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ahh No, nothing good starts In a getaway car”

D.O. POV

¿Quién eres Park Hyeon-Jeong? ¿Como has podido involucrarte con unos criminales como nosotros? Por mucho que quiera negarlo esto ya no es como antes, nos hemos vuelto cleptómanos, antes era por hacer justicia, ahora es robar por robar, pongo mi mano sobre la suya que estaba sobre la palanca de cambios, esta gira su rostro hacia mí y me sonríe levemente sonrojada, es en verdad muy preciosa

“We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde”

Y en eso nos convertimos, en Bonnie y Clyde, me encantaba que a pesar de todo siempre estuviese a mi lado, sonriéndome, abrazándome, besándome, estando junto a mí siempre, le enseñé a disparar y empezó a atracar junto a nosotros, cada vez nos buscaban más y con suerte podíamos escapar, no iba a permitir que me atrapasen o que le hagan algo a ella, al principio nos quedamos un tiempo en el escondite en Uichang-gu pero después pasamos a no poder estar tranquilos y empezamos a andar apenas durmiendo y teniendo descanso, asaltamos una sede militar para hacernos con sus armas.

Los chicos estaban durmiendo, solo estábamos despiertos Hyeong-Jeong y yo

- Siento que tengas que pasar esto - le dije mirándole a los ojos- en este momento podrías estar en tu casa, en calma, a salvo, en vez de estar aquí huyendo 24/7 -

- Kyungsoo, estoy aquí porque quiero, por ti y no me pienso alejar de ti, es verdad que este estilo de vida es algo agotador, pero vale la pena por estar contigo -

Sus palabras me hacen sonreír inevitablemente, pero eso no quita que me sienta culpable

- ¿Qué le ves? - le pregunta JongIn a Hyeong-Jeong señalándome

- Esa es una muy buena pregunta -dice Baekhyun - ¡Dinos! -

- Yo... no lo sé, es difícil de explicar- noto lo incómoda que esta y como sus mejillas se sonrojan

- Solo dilo - dice Sehun ¿A caso nadie está de nuestra parte? tampoco es que sea feo

- No es algo en específico, simplemente siento que no me puedo separar de él, no es algo físico, es él en sí -trata de explicar mi chica

- Es porque la tiene grande, ¿verdad? - la pregunta de Chen me hace sonrojar

- ¡Chen! -le reclama Suho, la carcajada de Chanyeol se hizo presente en el lugar

- En realidad el de la más grande aquí es Sehun, ya saben lo que dicen de los hombres con nariz grande - el comentario de Baekhyun hace que Sehun se ahogue con el agua que bebe.

Antes de que empezara esta locura les dije a todos que, si alguno quería desistir que lo hiciera, aún era tiempo para ellos, mas no para mí, estoy hasta el cuello y no puedo parar al menos no hasta que esos bastardos del servicio paguen.

Suho, Chen y Baekhyun lo hicieron, decidieron dejar esta vida, mientras que JongIn, Chanyeol y Sehun continuaron a mi lado, al igual que mi preciosa Hyeon-Jeong, como quería que dijeras que no y volvieras a tu casa, pero estoy tan enamorado de ti que me es imposible alejarte de mí, tanto como me está matando el hecho de que ahora corres peligro por mi maldita culpa.

- Te amo y si quieres detener esto lo entenderé, no quiero que sufras esta mierda - le digo

- Yo también te amo y es por eso que me quedo a tu lado - me respondió - Además, tenemos que acabar con el ejército, ahí podremos descansar en paz, tomar otras identidades -

- Si no estuvieran nuestros rostros por todo Corea - le respondo 

- Pues tomamos un barco y nos marchamos de acá - 

La abrazo con fuerza con miedo a perderle, nuestro próximo movimiento el servicio militar, tengo claro a quienes matar de aquel lugar.

Se empiezan a escuchar ruidos, despierto a los chicos, le digo a Hyeon-Jeong que tome un arma y que se prepare, sé que ella no quiere lastimar a nadie, pero es su vida o la de ellos. En eso, salieron un montón de policías disparándonos, veo como le dan a JongIn, alguien a quien consideré como un hermano, una bala pasa rozando mi mejilla haciendo un corte, Chanyeol escapa, Hyeon-Jeong recibe un disparo en su abdomen, la tomo en brazos para salir corriendo, escucho los gritos de Sehun llamándome, me giro a verle pero los policías ya lo tenían rodeado junto JongIn, corro colina arriba encontrándome a una niña y a un chico, estos junto a su padre nos ayudan, más por miedo al arma que por solidaridad.

Estuvimos escondidos con perfil bajo hasta que Hyeong-Jeong estuvo completamente recuperada, nos encontramos con Chanyeol que nos dijo que Sehun fue detenido con 10 años de cárcel mientras que JongIn murió por los disparos. Hermano, no sabes cuanto lo siento, deberás estar vivo, en libertad, no debí permitir que me siguieras junto a Sehun y Hyeon-Jeong, no debí permitir que entraran en esta maldita vida, si estás muerto es por mi culpa y nada más que por mi culpa.

Ya era momento de la venganza

- Kyungsoo, nunca me has dicho por qué le tienes tanto odio a la milicia - me dice Hyeon-Jeong mientras Chanyeol duerme en el asiento trasero

-Es difícil, diferencia de ideales principalmente, eso los hacía enojar, yo quería proteger al pueblo ellos querían proteger a la gente poderosa, a los ricos, eso me llevó muchos problemas, pero uno de los peores fue... - hice una pausa, era raro recordar ese momento, mi cabeza siempre quiso borrarlo para siempre - yo... -

- ¿Kyungsoo? - pregunta ella tomando mi mano

- Abusaron de mí en aquel lugar y yo, quiero hacer pagar al bastardo - no sé en qué momento se juntaron lágrimas en mis ojos, odiaba esto, odiaba ese recuerdo, le odiaba a él por hacerme eso, por convertirme en esto y me odio a mí por no poder darle una vida normal a la chica que amo

Hyeon-Jeong POV

Sus palabras me dejaron helada, la única reacción que tuve fue abrazarle, recuerdo que Carl Jung dijo "El hombre sano no tortura a otros, por lo general es el torturado el que se convierte en torturador", ellos hicieron que Kyungsoo sea así y lo pagarán.

El ataque terminó con 5 bajas militares contando ahí al abusador de Kyungsoo, ya estábamos satisfechos, él aún más.

Chanyeol decide tomar un camino aparte, cosa que aceptamos y nos despedimos de él diciendo que si nos necesitaba que nos llamara o nos escribiera, vaya error.

Las noticias sobre nosotros y nuestros actos salen constantemente, y al parecer no solo sobre nosotros, la gente tiene esperanza, la gran esperanza de acabar con nosotros, el detective Kim Min-Seok, también llamado "Xiumin", ha tomado nuestro caso y por lo que se nos ha estado siguiendo en nuestro estilo de vida.

Luego de nuestro último ataque la policía estaba más atenta a todo, si dábamos un paso lo sabían, teníamos que actuar con cuidado, ese día estábamos solos en plena carretera vacía cuando unos policías se nos acercaron, entramos en pánico y les disparamos, sí, yo también disparé y maté a uno, nos movimos en ese mismo instante.

A los días recibimos un mensaje de Chanyeol diciendo que necesitaba nuestra ayuda en Incheon, accedimos a ir, diciendo que llegaríamos allá al día siguiente pasado las 4 pm, con Kyungsoo preparamos las cosas y comemos para luego ir de camino a Incheon.

Estábamos por la carretera y distingo a lo lejos el vehículo de uno de los detectives que nos ha estado persiguiendo, algo no anda bien, tomé la mano de Kyungsoo.

- Te amo - le dije 

- Yo igual te amo -me responde para luego ver el vehículo

Empieza a bajar la velocidad subo un poco el volumen de la música.

“It's no surprise I turned you in (ohh) 'Cause us traitors never win”

Miro por la ventana y alcanzo a divisar una gran cantidad de policías y a Chanyeol entre medio con armas en las manos, veo al famoso Xiumin hacer un gesto con la mano para que al siguiente segundo empezara el tiroteo, solo sentía como se rompían los vidrios para después no sentir nada más.

Suho POV

- Han detenido a los actuales "Bonnie & Clyde" de la misma forma que hace años y en circunstancias similares - leo en voz alta el periódico a lo que Chen y Baekhyun se acercan para poder ver - el auto tiene 167 perforaciones de balas, Park Hyeon-Jeong recibió 53 en su cuerpo mientras que Do Kyungsoo recibió 51, al igual que los originales Bonnie & Clyde, murieron en el acto - boto el periódico por la rabia

- Fue Chanyeol, él los traicionó ¿Como crees que después de participar en varios robos y homicidios solo le hayan dado 4 años? ni un gran soborno puede hacer eso ¡Los vendió! - exclama Baekhyun

- Pudimos haberlos detenidos, Kyungsoo estaba jodido, es verdad, pero él no quería esto, no quería que ella tuviera que vivir esto - susurra Chen 

- Ya no podemos hacer nada, lo hecho está hecho, Kai, D.O y Hyeon-Jeong murieron, no podemos cambiar eso - les digo - pero para nosotros Chanyeol está muerto -

Chanyeol POV

Estaba en una oscura habitación, la luz que había alumbraba solamente la mesa de madera que tenía delante, el lugar estaba frío, demasiado frío y húmedo. Trato de levantarme, pero resulta que estoy amarrado a la silla.

La puerta se abre, un tipo entra en la habitación y se sienta en la silla que está al otro lado de la mesa. Tira un sobre color café en la mesa, miro el sobre confundido para luego ver al tipo que estaba frente a mi

- Es un gusto verte Park Chanyeol - dice el sujeto - quizás me conozcas, o tal vez no, soy Kim Min-seok algunos me dicen Xiumin, estoy encargado del caso de unos amigos tuyos -

- ¿Me tienes retenido únicamente para restregarme en la cara que vas tras ellos? -le pregunto indiferente

- Verás Chanyeol, estas aquí por un trato, fácilmente pude detenerte, pero eres más útil acá - Le miro esperando que continúe con su discurso - si te detienen estrás mínimo veinte años en prisión ¡y con mucha suerte! te puedo reducir tu sentencia -

- Como si eso fuera a convencerme, no los entregaré - digo firme ante mi decisión 

- ¿Estás seguro de ello? - se acerca a mí y desata mis brazos - revisa el sobre -

Obedezco sus palabras, abro el sobre encontrándome fotos de mi familia, principalmente de mi hermana, se notaban que eran de diferentes días y diferentes horarios, estos bastardos están espiándoles

- Ella es tu hermana ¿Verdad? - toma una de las fotos y se queda mirándola - Confía plenamente en ti, solo te tiene a ti ya sus padres nunca están en casa, lamentablemente se está yendo por el camino igual que la manzana podrida de su hermano ¿No crees que deberíamos enderezar su camino? -

- ¡No le hagas nada! ¡A ella no la tocas! ¡No tiene nada que ver en esto, me quieres a mí, quieres a Kyungsoo y a Hyeon-Jeong! - le grito, el guarda la fotografía en uno de sus bolsillos para luego volver a amarrarme las manos

 - ¿Quieres que tu hermana esté bien? ¿Quieres ver a tu hermana? Dime donde esta Do Kyungsoo y Park Hyeon-Jeong - se sienta en la mesa con una sonrisa que me transmitió desesperanza

Mi mirada se dirigía hacía las fotos para luego mirar a Xiumin, ahora viéndole más de cerca le reconozco, poco a poco está adoptando la vida que tiene D.O. con la esperanza de poder atraparle ¿Qué hago? No puedo traicionarle, pero tampoco puedo poner en peligro la vida de mi hermana, lo más seguro es que si me niego empezará también a mencionar a los chicos, no los puedo involucrar en esto, ellos se quedaron atrás para evitar estos problemas, Kai está muerto y Sehun en la cárcel, quizás pueda abogar también por el

- ¿Y? ¿Qué me dices? -  pregunta inclinándose a mi

- Dejen en paz a mi hermana, a mi familia, a los chicos, reduzcan la sentencia de Oh Sehun y la mía - le respondo - si me prometes, no, si me juras por tu vida y de todo aquello que amas, que puedes cumplir con ello, lo haré, te los entregaré -finalizo

- Pides muchas cosas - dice él - pero está bien, lo haré - toma su teléfono, marca un número y espera a que contesten - Buenos días sub oficial ¿qué tal se encuentra?... ¿Y su esposa?... Qué maravilla... sí, en eso mismo estoy trabajando, verá, estoy haciendo un trato para poder tener a los nuevo "Bonnie y Clyde"... ¡así es! tal y como lo escucha... ¿Como?... no, no es eso.... la contraparte es buena negociando... Pide la reducción de sentencia de Oh Sehun, reducción de su propia sentencia, y seguridad para su círculo de conocidos - la siguiente pausa fue eterna, temí que la respuesta fuera negativa, pero lo que pasó fue sorprendente - Suboficial está usted ahora en altavoz -

- Excelente, preséntate muchacho - No había que ser muy inteligente para saber que se dirigía a mi

- Park Chanyeol - me presento

- Eres parte del grupo de Do Kyungsoo -

- Así era -

- ¿Como piensas ayudarnos? -

- ¿Va a cumplir con mis pedidos? - aprieto los de los nervios esperando su respuesta

- Sí, lo cumpliremos siempre y cuando sea un plan útil -

- Con D.O. nos conocemos desde hace mucho tiempo, conozco los motivos de su actuar y por qué se su forma de ser, cuando el grupo se dividió fue porque él lo sugirió, quería que nosotros estuviéramos a salvo, unos accedieron, otros como yo decidimos quedarnos fielmente a su lado, luego de que Kim JongIn muriese y Oh Sehun fuese apresado fuimos a las instalaciones que hicieron que Do Kyungsoo fuera de esa forma, una vez completada su venganza decidí hacerme a un lado, pero los dos prometimos ayudar al otro en casos de necesitar ayuda - le explico- Si le digo que nos reunamos en un lugar él irá, no dudará en hacerlo -

- Bien, cumpliremos nuestra parte del trato, pero nosotros decidiremos el lugar - luego de eso se cortó la llamada

Sehun POV

Nunca creí que viviría la rutina de la cárcel nuevamente, no después de lo de Busan, siempre actué impulsivamente y gracias a ello estoy acá, D.O nos lo dijo, nos advirtió de esto, pero hice oídos sordos y me quedé a su lado, de todas formas, no me arrepiento, me divertí mucho estando con ellos y con Kai...

JongIn, no sabes cuanto te voy a extrañar, eras mi mejor amigo, ese día, cuando dispararon y tú te interpusiste me sentí del asco, y debí haber muerto, no tú, recuerdo muy bien cuando caíste, corrí a ti tratando de frenar la hemorragia, lloraba mientras te preguntaba por qué lo hiciste, y solo me respondiste con un "eres mi hermanito Sehun, no debo permitir que te dañen, por favor vive", nunca pensé que algo podría destrozarme de tal manera y mucho pensé que esas serían tus últimas palabras.

Me condenaron a 10 años de cárcel, ni siquiera podría salir por buen comportamiento, odiaba con mi vida estar acá, pero después pensé, que es lo mejor, tu no lo merecías, los chicos deben estar destrozados por la noticia, tampoco me permiten tener visitas, lo que se del mundo exterior es lo que comentan en el comedor a la hora del almuerzo, en los tiempos libres o los mismos policías, así me enteré de la muerte de Kyungsoo y Hyeon-Jeong, estaban celebrando su muerte, el haberse librado de ellos, me enfurecí, no hacían lo correcto pero eran mis amigos y escuchar las cosas que dicen de ellos es horrible.

- Oh Sehun, tienes visita - dijo un guardia, me quedo confundido, pero le sigo encontrándome con un detective

- Tú debes ser Oh Sehun - dice el detective - Me presento soy Kim Min-seok, pero me puedes llamar Xiumin, es más fácil de recordar -

- Los guardias han hablado de ti, lograste detener a los nuevos "Bonnie And Clyde" - le respondo

- Efectivamente, es bueno que lo sepas, así me ahorro tiempo innecesario en explicaciones que no son útiles - dice de forma tajante

- No entiendo - confieso - ¿Qué hace aquí? -

- Te sentenciaron a 10 años de cárcel, ahora solo te queda un año de cárcel y tienes permitidas las visitas -

- ¿Y eso por qué? -

- Tú amigo Chanyeol, quiso asegurarte a ti, a sus amigos y familiares a cambio de Kyungsoo y  Hyeon-Jeong - sus palabras me dejaron impactado, temía que fuera lo que yo creo

- ¿Él...? -

- Es exactamente lo que tú crees, Chanyeol los entregó a cambio de la seguridad de su familia y ustedes, su grupo de amigos, como estabas en prisión pidió aparte que te redujeran la sentencia - me explica - y por lo efectivo de su plan les hemos permitido las visitas- al decir esto último abandona la habitación.

Un guardia se me acerca y me lleva a celda, creo que luego de la información que he recibido se me será imposible dormir, él los entregó, traicionó a sus amigos ¿pero es también traición si lo hizo por nosotros? ¿Los chicos lo sabrán? ¿Qué haré cuando salga de aquí? cómo se suponía que eran 10 años no me había dedicado a pensarlo, pero ahora...

Me gustaría ir al cementerio, y dejarle un ramo de aster a JongIn, un ramo de anémonas a Kyungsoo y un ramo de gerberas a Hyeon-Jeong, a cada uno de estos me gustaría dejarles un girasol.

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La historia está basada en Bonnie & Clyde obviamente, en su historia y lo mostrado en el documental, lógicamente se modificaron varias cosas para que se adapte mejor y consideré que "Getaway Car" de Taylor Swift venía como anillo al dedo en ciertos momentos.

Originalmente este One shot terminaba con la narración de Suho, pero encontré necesario que Chanyeol nos explicara por qué entregó a Kyungsoo y a Hyeon-Jeong, principalmente porque cuando lo leí para editarlo me llegué hasta a enojar con Chanyeol, veía a Chanyeol y me acordaba de la traición, por lo que lo tuve que hacer para sentirme en paz conmigo misma, también agregué el punto de vista de Sehun como algo más opcional, ya que me pregunte ¿Como habrá sobrellevado la cárcel? La Muerte de Kai, la muerte de D.O ¡O cuando le digan que le redujeron la sentencia gracias a Chanyeol!

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Check out this Exo fic written by Anya!

Something Sweet

Word Count-3055

Summary- You and your friend have started a weekly ritual of baking in your apartment, and you both find yourselves enjoying each others company more and more.

Pairing- Kyungsoo x f!reader

Trope-Friends to lovers AU

Warnings-Sexual language, vulgarity, baking (food), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), oral (fem receiving) MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala

A/N- I COULDNT HELP IT-I needed to write Kyungsoo cause his lips are killing me and I....I am getting wrecked by my wrecker. I hope tags are ok for everyone-if you are getting tagged and don't want to be tagged for anything besides certain things, please feel free to let me know! Also-I'm so nervous about this one so please feel free to give feedback and I am totally fine with constructive criticism.

@starillusion13 LOOK I WROTE AN EXO

As always-Thank you to @babesindestroyland for being so helpful and encouraging to me while I have panic attacks over this. @stardragongalaxy as well for talking me through it all! I love you all and thank you for reading! 🤍💜🤍

Thank you as always to @cafekitsune for the absolutely gorgeous banners and dividers I always use, I adore your work!

“Okay! That’s everything….” you say to yourself, letting your eyes sweep over the ingredients you had on the counter.  You check the time and realize you still have about 30 minutes before Kyungsoo would arrive, so you run to take a quick shower and change.  Turning off the blow dryer, you peek at your phone and see you’ve got a few minutes so you make your way back to the kitchen.  Your friend is always on time so you just triple check that you have everything and pull some fruit out of the fridge to snack on while you both bake.  

You’d both started this weekly ritual when you had been baking at home one day when he’d stopped by with some of your friends.  He had expressed his own interest in baking and cooking, and you’d gotten to talking.  He’d shocked you by asking for you to text or call him the next time you’d felt like destressing like this and to invite him along.  So the following week, when you found yourself pulling out supplies, you’d sent him a text, not expecting anything.  

To your surprise, he had messaged back almost immediately asking what he could bring and that he was on his way over.  Initially, you’d been concerned that it might be awkward.  You had all been friends since college, but Kyungsoo was on the quiet side and while you’d had plenty of conversations, you couldn’t recall spending any alone time with him.  You remember the little butterflies in your tummy when you realized you’d be able to get to know him a bit better one on one.  Possibly getting closer to him.  

Smiling down at the ingredients, you can’t help but feel your excitement spike as the doorbell rings.  This was the moment you looked forward to every week now, spending an afternoon baking something interesting with him, then either cooking or ordering in if you wanted to just clean up and relax while watching a movie.  Many nights you both just talked without even watching whatever you’d put on.  

Opening the door, you smile at Kyungsoo as he gives you a big grin.  “What are we making this week?” he asks as he makes his way in.  You grab the bag he brought, tsking at him.  “I know, you can tell me all day not to bring things, but I’m not going to listen.  Just deal with it.” he says before you can complain and you laugh, unable to help it.  For a long time, his sometimes abrupt way of speaking used to make you think he was a bit cold, but you’d come to realize that he was just blunt and honest.  It made him that much more interesting to you.  Interesting and attractive. You shake your head, trying to ground yourself back into reality.

“Cupcakes! I thought it would be fun to decorate them and send them home with you for the other guys.” you say, making your way into the kitchen.  He goes and immediately gets the apron you’d designated for him and he turns to eye the array of ingredients you have out.  “Sounds good, but they don’t deserve cupcakes.” you snort at his comment and he smiles at you as you laugh.  “So true.  Especially Chanyeol and Baekhyun.” you say and he nods,groaning.  

“I’d rather give them to a stranger than those two,” he mumbles and you shake your head.  “Ok! I thought it’d be fun to color some of the buttercream, or we can leave it and decorate with all of these…” you say, showing him all the fun little sprinkles and decorations you’d picked up. “Also, let’s discuss flavors for the cupcakes themselves…”  You both are swept away by the excitement of your shared love of creating and being able to work together. 

 Before you know it, the cupcakes are out of the oven, and the buttercream is made, separated into fun colors.  “All that’s left is to let them cool and ... .the super fun clean up!” you say and swipe a finger across the paddle you’d used to beat the buttercream as you remove it from your mixer.  “Mmmm!” you say, always excited to taste the outcome of your efforts.  

“Good?” he asks as he watches you taste it and you nod, holding out the little left on it.  He smiles and shakes his head, already setting up the sink for clean up.  “You don’t have to help me with this part, you know.” you say, as you always do since you started this.  You remove your apron, taking his as well to put to the side. “One day you’ll give up on that silly argument.  We both bake together, we both clean up.” he states, leaving no room for argument and you shrug.  “Fine, fine.” you glance over at him and can’t help but grin at his handsome face smiling back at you. 

He laughs as he dries his hands as you’re finishing up washing.  “What?” you ask and he glances over at you.  “It’s just…I’m glad you actually texted me to start doing this.  It’s…nice.” he says, then looks at you. “Oh geez, Y/n…” he says, and reaches out, running his thumb over the side of your mouth, showing you the buttercream.  “Oh…” you blush, embarrassed momentarily, but then you watch as he puts his thumb into his mouth as he stares at you.  “You’re right…” he says in a low tone.  

You swallow hard as heat ignites in the pit of your stomach and your cheeks flare a brighter shade of red, gripping the counter as you watch him lick his full lips.  “It’s delicious.” he says, his eyes flicking down to your lips.  “Oh uh…” you manage, your hand going to your mouth to wipe at it.  “Sorry…I -” but you’re cut off as he gently grips your hand and pulls you closer, his arm slipping around your waist.  Your heart is beating in your throat as he pauses to study your face, his eyes seeming to be asking permission.  

When you don’t pull away and you just stare up at him as you quiver gently in his arms, he brushes your hair back from your forehead.  “So sweet.” he says as he brushes his lips over yours, and you can’t help but let out a small whine.  He stops momentarily to let out a small breathy laugh and you dip your head, berating yourself.  “Have you wanted this as much as I have, then?” he asks softly and you look up into his big, dark eyes.  “Yes, I-” you whisper, but his lips are on yours, this time more eager.  

You let yourself lean into him, finally getting over the shock as you wrap your arms around his neck.  He backs you up to the counter, his body pressing against yours as his lips part, his tongue slipping along the seam of your mouth.  You open to him, and his tongue searches for yours, his hand slipping up into your hair, lightly cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss.  

Your senses are enhanced; the silence of the apartment seems to emphasize the soft, wet noise of your mouths meeting; the rhythm of your heart increasing as his fingertips skim your scalp, the hitch of his breath as he presses against you and you can feel his arousal against your thigh.  Your soft whimper as you bunch his shirt in your fist, pulling at him, wanting more. You gasp as his lips leave yours, planting kisses along your jawline, then down to your neck.  You clench your thighs together at his soft breath on your skin, his small low noises as he stops, resting his forehead against your collarbone.  You run your fingers through his hair as he lets out little puffs of air, his hands grip your waist, his thumbs rubbing the skin under the waistband of your pants.  

You hear his audible swallow and he pulls back to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours.  “We should stop here.  If we keep-” he starts, but cuts himself off as he looks at you.  His hand comes up to cup your face, and you lean into it, your gaze never leaving his. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he bites his own.  “If you keep looking at me like that-” he whispers, but you open your mouth to nip at his thumb, then take it into your mouth to suck gently on it.  

His groan has arousal pooling in between your thighs and he yanks you to him, grasping your hair lightly in his fist as he gently tips your head back to look up at him.  “I’m not playing around with you, if we go further, things will change between us. I want that clear.” he says bluntly and you feel your body tremble in his arms.  “Yes.” you say and he studies you momentarily, as if confirming and giving you time to back out.  Instead, you move your legs to allow him to press his thigh between yours, your hand tugging at his shirt.  

A smile plays across his lips as he presses his mouth to yours.  “You’re mine then, from here on.”  “Yes-” you start, but his tongue is rolling against yours, leaving you breathless as his fingers slip under the seam of your shirt.  His thigh presses between your legs, yanking a moan from your throat as his hands slip under your shirt.  Suddenly, he’s pulling it up, forcing your arms up as he yanks it over your head.  You grab the counter behind you as his lips brush your neck, an arm around your waist, his free hand splayed over your ribs right under your bra.  

“Beautiful…” he whispers against your skin, causing the hair to raise all along your body.  You can only let out little breaths and moans as his mouth moves along your collarbone, to your shoulder, kissing as his fingers slip under the strap of your bra, gently pulling it down your arm.  Your fingers go into his hair again, urging him on.  Your head falls back as his soft lips skim along the flesh of your breast above the material, and then he’s tugging the garment down, exposing your bare tit.  You glance down at him as his tongue flicks across his lips, his eyes on yours as he takes your nipple into his mouth.  The sight of him doing that has you crying out, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.  

You instinctively draw your leg up to go around him, and he responds by adjusting himself so he’s between both of your legs, then grinding himself against your aching core.  “Please-” you gasp out and his hands are in your pants, pushing them down as he cups your ass.  The hand tugging them down slips between your legs, plunging into the lake of arousal pooling there.  The low growl in his throat, his eyes seeming to darken even more before he’s dropping down, hands running along your skin as he removes your pants and panties completely.  

You can’t stop the trembling in your body as you look down at him on his knees, hands on both thighs as he spreads you open.  “Kyungsoo-” you gasp, gripping the counter behind you, your hand tightening in his hair.  He gives you the smallest of smiles before he presses his face into you, his tongue immediately separating your folds, tasting your desire for him.  His plush lips are pressing against your clit, his tongue lapping up your juices as his hands open you more, his fingers coming to assist him.  Your leg is shaking and his eyes are on yours as you watch him, your lips parted and your face flushed.  The tip of his tongue is testing you, his gaze studying you to see what you like.

At each hitch of breath and moan, he applies the knowledge better, his fingers teasing along your entrance.  Moving to get a better angle below you, he takes your left leg and moves it over his shoulder to steady you, and you lean back for him, never taking your eyes off what he’s doing.  Suddenly, his lips are around your nub and he’s sucking, his fingers slipping into you.  “Kyungsoo!” you cry out and he hums against you in response, his fingers curling and searching as he plunges them in and out of you.  

“There-yes-yes-” you gasp and he hums louder, urging you on as your hips move on their own, the heat in your abdomen close to burning you up.  “Please!” you cry and he slides another finger in as he presses against the spongy spot inside of you.  Your whole body is quivering as your walls start to clench around his fingers, then it’s like a dam bursts as you tense up, flooding around his fingers as he continues to pump in and out of you.  “Oh god!” you bite out as he pulls his fingers back, his tongue delving where they were to taste you.  The feel of his tongue probing against your hole has you pleading for more, your hands grasping at his shirt and he lets out a small laugh against you as he finally lets your leg down to stand up. 

You immediately pull his mouth to yours, this time it’s you frantically pulling his shirt off, tugging it over his head, throwing it.  It’s your hands unbuttoning his pants as his are cupping your ass, lifting you as you push his pants down and take his length into your hands.  “Need you-” you manage between kisses and he’s complying, kicking off the last of the barrier between you.   

“Right here?” he asks breathily and you nod, your legs going around him.  “Please- yes- now-” you moan and he doesn’t hesitate to guide the head of his cock to your entrance, lifting you as you tilt your hips for him.  You revel in the taste of yourself in his mouth as he presses into you, your already aching pussy eager to accept him even as you stretch around his girth.  “Oh my g-” you choke out as he thrusts into you, his moan mixing with your cries as his fingers dig into your hips.  

“So soft and sweet-” he moans out, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as he slowly pulls back just to take his time pushing back into you.  “Kyungsoo….” you sigh, and you feel his lips against your pulse, licking and kissing, then sucking.  There’s a slight sting as you realize he’s marking you and you clench tight around him.  His hips stutter, then start to speed up as his breathing quickens.  “Mine.” he whispers against the mark, kissing it and your legs tighten, nodding frantically as he holds you closer against him.  

“Yours-yes-” you murmur and he leans back, holding you up as he thrusts harder into you.  His normally stoic, placid face is now contorted beautifully into lust and concentration as he looks between your face and where you are both connected, watching his cock delve into you.  You look down to watch how well you’re coating him, the wet noises of him fucking you growing louder as his hips put more power behind each thrust.  Your moans are growing louder as well, and as you look back up at him, you cry out at his possessive eyes taking you in.  Your walls tremble at the pace he’s setting and you clutch desperately at his shoulders.  “I’m- I- Oh god I’m_” you say, feeling tears prick at your eyes from the sensation building in your womb as you clamp around him, crying out.  

“Fuck!” he cries out as you cum around him, his brows drawing together as he bites his lips, arms tightening around you as he rocks you against him, riding out your orgasm.  “I’m close-So close-” he pants, and you nod as you blink, trying to clear your head as you come down.  “Where-?” he asks, and you can tell he’s about to burst, so you push back, making him withdraw as you drop to your knees and press your tits together.  

Opening your mouth, you watch his eyes get huge then roll as he grabs his dick in his hand and almost immediately releases hot, white ropes of cum all over your chest and face, moaning as he leans forward to grip the counter above your head to steady himself.  You let go of your breasts and reach up to take him in your hand, stroking him, milking him of every drop.  You close your lips over the tip to taste him and moan in pleasure at the salty bitter taste of him.  

You stop when you hear his breath catch, knowing it’s too much and you draw back to look up at him.  There’s a sheen of sweat over both of you and you can’t help but smile up at him as he looks down at you.  “That…” you breathe out, trying to form words.  “Yeah.” he just says, petting your hair back.  “Let me catch my breath and …I’ll get you a towel..” he says and you nod, licking his cum off your lips.  He groans at the sight and you try to stifle a giggle at his cock twitching in your face.  

“Be right back.” he says and you nod, finally trying to stand.  Your legs feel like wet noodles as you steady yourself against the counter and he’s back, wiping at your face, then your chest.  You just smile as you watch him, feeling overwhelmed and giddy.  “Yes, before you ask.” he says, his eyes flicking up to stare into yours.  “So there’s no question.  Yes, I meant it. You’re mine.” he says matter of factly and you grin like a moron.  “Yours.  I meant it too.” you say and he’s pulling you back into his arms, kissing you deeply.  

“Think the cupcakes are cooled-” you start to ask, but he’s not letting you talk.  “Fuck the cupcakes.” he says, pushing you towards the bedroom.  “I mean…we could bring the frosting-” you murmur and he just growls, reaching out to grab one of the bowls to bring with you.  

“Done.” he says and you giggle as you make your way for another round. 

[mvrkieboo]

queen you know ily but i still want y/n to be bitter and resentful pleeeeaaaaase

One moment you were texting with Kyungsoo, the next you were lying on the floor of the apartment you shared with Yoonsu, ears ringing from how hard he had hit you on the side of your head from behind. You saw his feet appear in front of your face, then he pulled your head up by your hair, making you wince.

Shit. You didn't even hear him coming. He caught you red-handed, then—like you gave a fuck. The blackmail was gone now, there was nothing he could use to threaten you anymore.

He scrolled on your secret phone, reading the messages you exchanged with Detective Do.

"Wow, you're one disloyal bitch. You've been talking to another man behind my back." Yoonsu seethed, letting your hair go.

Your head dropped to the floor, and you could finally move freely again. As you struggled to get your bearings (why the fuck did he hit so hard this time?), Yoonsu sent a reply to Kyungsoo's text and threw the phone out of the window.

You were trying to crawl away from where he was, your head spinning too wildly to let yourself stand back up, making him scoff at the pathetic sight. He followed you closely, actually curious to where you were heading.

You were heading to the kitchen, it seemed.

"Good for you for getting rid of the blackmail, Y/N, but you do know what this means, right?" He sounded off—talking to you like you were an audience member of his own live TV show.

When you could finally stand up again, getting to your knees as you began to stand on your feet, he kicked you in the stomach. Cheap shots and low blows—Cha Yoonsu, how he has fallen so far from his fearsome status. Pathetic and cowardly was all that remained of the man who had been subjugating you through blackmail.

You had to laugh at it—how could you not? Never mind the stabbing pains in your stomach as you gurgled in laughter while writhing in pain on your back.

"Fuck—do you remember when people used to fear you, Yoonsu?" You giggled out.

That earned you a kick to your arm.

"Are you gonna talk about how much of a coward I'm now? Wanna talk about how I have no dignity left?" He hissed, crouching down next to you.

He watched you closely as you sat up.

"You know how to read minds now?" You bit out and that earned you a punch to the face.

He didn't give you a chance to recover, pulling your hair up so your face could face his. He was beyond angry, you could clearly see that, but he had always been angry. This time, he was being reckless with his anger, explosive instead of simmering. You held your cheek, the warmth of your hand easing the pain.

"Well, maybe I am a coward now, but so are you. You have always been a coward, Y/N. Sure, I pushed you to isolate yourself from your people, but it was you who still did it anyway—all because you didn't want those slutty pictures of you to spread. And you wanna make me believe you pushed them away because you were being selfless? Didn't want them to get involved in our mess? No! You were being selfish, Y/N, so stop deluding yourself that you're anything but." He tugged on your hair so your face was pulled closer to his.

Your spunky behavior from just a moment before was wiped out of you. No more gutsy comebacks, no more smart quips. No more being a smartass. When fear surfaced in your eyes, Yoonsu didn't dare to delude himself that you were getting afraid of him—he knew it was actually you fearing what was coming out his mouth.

Because both of you were taking what he was saying as the truth.

"If only you were actually brave enough in confronting your past, accept that it happened to you—but you didn't want to. You wanted to live in a fantasy land where none of it even happened in the first place, all the while whining 'You don't know what I've been through! I don't deserve this! Wah! You hurt my feelings! You don't know that the things you said just hurt me!'—GOD! Those guys were saints for putting up with you." He laughed, patting your cheek.

"You're so selfish, you fled Gangnam after that botched operation to arrest me—because you couldn't stand facing Detective Kim anymore when everyone knew that Junyoung got killed because of you. Because that idiot cared too much for a selfish, cowardly girl like you. He's probably rolling in his grave at your school's abandoned plant nursery, Y/N, because you ABANDONED HIM." You shrieked when Yoonsu began to yell at you, and it annoyed him so much, he slapped you.

"I did your brother a favor for making you isolate yourself from him. He's better off without you. A rising star like him would be better off without a dead weight. I did everyone in your life a great favor. Since you love them so much, you should be grateful to me, you selfish bitch."

He threw your head to the ground, watching you break down in tears. Since you were already in the kitchen, he headed to the counters and took out a knife.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Kyungsoo pressed on the gas, knowing the way to the apartment you shared with Yoonsu like the back of his hand—he's been prowling around the apartment for days now, of course he'd know. He cut off a Ford F150, tuning out the honk directed at him.

"Detective Do!" Taeyong let out, and Kyungsoo pressed on the gas more.

"We're running out of time, Taeyong!"

Geonwoo held his breath when a car suddenly cut him from his right, while Woojin let out a string of curses that would have his own mother petrified if she heard it. Mark and Yuno held on their seatbelts, shocked when the car almost did a break check.

"You both okay?" Woojin asked with a firm tone, Geonwoo still focusing on the road.

"Y-Yeah. What was the guy's problem?" Mark choked out.

"Who fucking knows—but don't mind it too much. We have a big celebration tonight. We're almost there anyway."

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

You stared at Yoonsu bleeding out right before you, as you pressed on your own stab wound. It all happened so fast, and you wanted to yell at him, ask him why he so suddenly stabbed himself in the throat after stabbing you in the stomach.

But to watch Yoonsu bleed out while wearing Junyoung's face was a stuff of your nightmares, and Yoonsu was staring straight at you until the light in his eyes was finally snuffed out.

It felt like you were watching Junyoung himself dying in front of you.

You crawled over to his body, taking out his phone. You stared at it for a while, your hands shaking from the shock of the pain. With the amount of blood you were losing—was it gonna make a difference if you called 119 now?

Were you going to die this way?

You dialed Yuno's number, devastated when he didn't pick up after you tried three more times. So you gritted your teeth and started to put in Mark's number instead.

If you were going to die, you at least wanted to talk with your loved ones before you...go. You put the phone to your ear, tears dripping down your face, like the blood that dripped down your wound.

"Listen, Jaehyun's gonna sue you if you—" You hear Mark's heated voice, and you realise that since you were calling him using Yoonsu's phone, it was an unknown number to them. They probably assumed you were one of Jaehyun's stalkers.

"Minhyung." You slurred out.

Mark on the other end of the line froze in his steps, standing stupidly near the truck as the others were already entering the café. He pulled the phone away, but it still displayed the unknown number. Why were you calling through an unknown number? He then realised you had called him 'Minhyung' instead of 'Mark'.

"Y/N, why are you calling through this number?" Mark sighed, pinching on his temples.

"Can't find my phone. Is Yuno with you?" You slurred on your words, staring out the windows, feeling weaker by the moment. It made it sound like you were drunk, and Mark seethed at your inebriated state.

"Are you drunk? At 7 PM? Seriously?"

"Please just give the phone to Yuno, I—"

"No. If you really want to talk to him, you'd come here. No one's gonna lock you and your Junyoung out the doors, Y/N. Just show up, for fuck's sake." Mark held himself back from raising his voice, and that's when he noticed Haechan was beckoning for him to get inside the café already through the windows.

Mark held up a hand, then pointed at the phone, mouthing your name. Haechan rolled his eyes when he understood Mark was on call with you, and left him alone.

"I can't come, Minhyung, but I...I still want to congratulate him. Just please—"

"No, I don't wanna do that, Y/N! Jaehyun wants you to show up, not hear you drunkenly give out a half-assed congratulations through the phone. You'd just make him sad at his own party. If that's all, goodbye."

He dropped the call, turning off his phone and shoving it into his pocket before getting into the café.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Kyungsoo kicked on the door, but it didn't budge, so he rammed at it instead. It resulted in him falling into the apartment face first, but he got to brace the fall with his knees and hands—so he didn't faceplant into the floor this time, thank you very much. When he raised his head, he saw the blood trail in the kitchen area.

Taeyong saw it from the front entrance and he beat his partner to it as he raced into the kitchen. He felt his breath getting stuck in his throat when he saw the two bodies on the tiled kitchen floor, blood everywhere. He went straight to you while Kyungsoo from behind him went to Yoonsu as Taeyong was already checking for your pulse.

Taeyong felt your pulses, it was there, but it was weak. He took out his walkie talkie and immediately called for the ambulance.

As you were getting wheeled into the ambulance with Kyungsoo by your side, Taeyong got into the car, determined that he would be the one to inform the people you wrote out in your list. He opened his jacket, and—the list wasn't there. Feeling himself panic, he began to search the whole car, as Kyungsoo was already getting into the ambulance.

The list was gone.

The list was gone.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

You woke up to the sound of the heart monitor beeping, and you turned your head to the side to see Kyungsoo getting up from his seat to look at you more closely. You were wearing an oxygen mask and you pulled it to the side.

"Taeyong, get the doctor! Shit—keep the mask on kid. The bastard stabbed you through your lung. Do you—do you wanna say something?"

You nodded, placing the mask pressed against your cheek.

"Have you reached the people on my list?"

Kyungsoo felt his heart constrict at your question. Dumbass Taeyong—he lost the list. And even when they did retrieve your brother's address and contact information, he neither picked up his phone nor was he at the condo. He was currently unreachable—and so was your dad.

He shook his head, regret marring his expression.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but we lost your list. If you could—"

"Good."

Kyungsoo snapped his head at you, eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

"I said good. I don't want them to be here, and I don't want you to try and reach them anymore. I'd rather be alone right now, so I would appreciate it if you kept it this way."

Kyungsoo was just about to ask you what you meant by that, but that's when Taeyong came in with the doctor and nurses. They pushed the detectives away as they checked on you, and Kyungsoo finally noticed just how empty you looked.

You looked utterly defeated.

A/N : since y'all wanted to see Y/N be bitter so much, here you go then 😒

[kimkaitual]

BEX'S 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

Hello friends 🥰 I recently hit 500 followers so I thought I would do a little event to celebrate!! I'm so sooooo grateful that you all 1) decided to follow me in the first place and 2) stuck with me through my many, often simultaneous, url & theme changes and occasional breakdowns over my faves doing pretty much anything. But more than that, I can't thank you all enough for continuing to follow me, reblogging my edits & saying nice things about them in the tags 🥺🫶🏻 that's what makes it all worth it 💖💗💕

Without further ado, onto the celebration event! I've decided I'm going to be opening edit requests. I'm not setting a time limit, partially because I don't know if I'll even get that many requests and partially because I don't know if this will feel fun or overwhelming. But I'll close requests whenever I feel like it's time.

REQUEST EVENT OPTIONS & RULES:

I've come up with 3 different options, detailed below. Requests will only be accepted through my inbox and feel free to send multiple. I'll take them on anon as long as it's turned on. It might take some time to get to your request so please be patient with me! This isn't limited only to groups/soloists I stan. Just keep in mind there are people I'm not comfortable editing and I won't do those requests.

requests received

Era Teaser Edits: send me a member + an era and I will edit some of their teasers from that era. You may request either just the era & get a mix of those teasers (ex: Jaehyun - Forever Only) or a specific set of teasers (ex: Ten's 1st Mini Album - Teaser #4). I'll also accept full group + era, but those will take longer & I'll only do 1 or 2 pics per member. The number of teasers included will depend how many are available, the quality of the images and my personal preference. The older the era, the fewer the pics. If there's a specific teaser you want to see, please let me know in your request!! Tagged under: #bex.req

Magazine Edits: send me a member (or members, depending on the shoot), the title of the magazine, and the month & year of the issue and I will edit some (or all) of the shots. The more details about the magazine issue the better. I'll also accept kdrama actor requests. Examples: Baekhyun - Madam Figaro China, Feb 2024 & Wonwoo, Mingyu, Dokyeom & Seungkwan - Cosmopolitan Korea, May 2020. Tagged under: #bex.req

Moodboards: send me a member + color and/or concept (ex: a season, activity, etc) and I'll make a little moodboard around what you request. Examples: kun + summer & kyungsoo + blue. Tagged under: #bex.mb

All posts from this event will be tagged under: #500.event

I also want to take a moment to shout out some of my beloved mutuals 💜 I hate that tumblr won't let me tag every single one of you. I thought about just listing everyone I couldn't tag, but I stopped myself from being that crazy. If you're a mutual not tagged, just know that I love you very dearly & I'm giving you a hug & a kiss on your forehead. You're all very important to me 🫶🏻

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[kpop---scenarios]

Obsession (2)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Stalking, Threatening, Launguage

Word Count: 3.8k

Part One

It had been a little over a week since you and Chanyeol fucked, and it had been radio silence. You had hoped he would have texted you by now, but you didn't want to come across as that needy girl. So you kept it cool, until you couldn't keep that cool any longer.

“Oh my god!” Jennie yells. “Did you hear the latest news?” She asks, rolling her eyes. You had been invited for a night out at Baekhyun's apartment with everyone in your new friends group. You had partially expected Chanyeol to have been there and when he wasn't you were disappointed. You liked him and wanted you get to know him more, you also wouldn't have minded fucking around with him again.

“What!?” Lisa asks. Everyone was intently staring at Jennie, impatiently waiting to hear what she had to say.

“A little birdy told me that Chanyeol and Maya got back together.” She says, trying to stifle a giggle. Every single person that sat around Baekhyun's living room table groaned so loudly. Sehun, Baekhyun and Jisoo started fake sobbing, Jongin threw his head back in frustration, Lisa started to pretend to gag, while Kyungsoo began muttering about how he had to go back to avoiding Chanyeol.

You, on the other hand, sat there in complete shock. He had a girlfriend? How long has this been going on?

“What's wrong with her?” You ask, glancing at the dramatic group around the table.

“Let's just say, Maya is..” Baekhyun pauses.

“Insufferable.” Kyungsoo sighs.

“Stuck up.” Jisoo adds.

“Fucking annoying.” Lisa says.

“She's like the worst possible human in the world.” Jongin says. “I don't know how he puts up with her.”

You nod your head, you didn't have anything else to say. You felt hurt and confused. Your hands played with the full shot glass that sat in front of you. Just as Sehun was about to say something, the front door opens and in walks Chanyeol with a big smile on his face.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” He asks, plopping down on the floor, across the table from where you and Jongin sat. You felt the anger bubble up inside of you, and even though you had planned on saying nothing, words came out of your mouth.

“Oh, just talking about how you have a girlfriend.” You say, looking up at Chanyeol, staring him in the eyes. They go wide, as if he's a deer in headlights.

“Oh, uh.” He chuckles. “Yeah, surprise, Maya and I got back together.” He says, looking away from you to avoid eye contact. You continued to stare at him, you hoped he could feel your stare burning into him.

“But why?” Baekhyun asks. “Why would you do that?”

“What's wrong with her?” Chanyeol laughs.

You were uncomfortable. You were sad, mad, annoyed. Every emotion was felt right at this moment, and it was like Jongin could sense it. He moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him. He turns his head to whisper in your ear. “You okay?” He asks. You continued to look at Chanyeol who was now eyeing up you and Jongin, trying to process why his arm was around you.

“Uh huh.” You whisper back, breaking off the eye contact with Chanyeol. You gave Jongin a small half smile, hoping he would stop questioning you but that didn’t work. For the next 45 minutes, every few minutes you would catch Jongin looking at you, you could tell that he was questioning how quiet you were, wondering why and why you wouldn't tell him. You’d finally had enough social interaction for the night and decided to go.

“I’m going to head out right away.” you announce. “Just using the bathroom first.” you finish, walking towards the bathroom. You stepped outside to see Chanyeol standing outside the bathroom door, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

“You’re ignoring me.” he says, looking over at you.

“You have a girlfriend.” you say back. “Were you together..when..” you pause.

“No!” he exclaims. “No.. I, uh, met up with her afterwards. That's who had texted me..and we got back together that night.” he finishes. You can feel the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t want to cry over him, it totally wasn't worth it.

“Great, I'm happy for you.” you say, walking away from him. You grab your jacket, and again, Chanyeol stands in front of you.

“Let me walk you home.” he says, grabbing his jacket.

“Nah man, you stay. I already told her I would take her. Don’t worry, I'll make sure she’s safe.” Jongin says, coming up behind you. He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you towards the door. You were grateful for Jongin, but you really hoped he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. The two of you chatted about anything and everything on your walk, he made you laugh - hard. You continued to laugh all the way to your front door. Unlocking your door, you look at Jongin.

“Thank you.” you smile. “Really.”

“Anytime, Y/N. and look..” he pauses. “I don’t know what's going on between you and Chanyeol, but just know you deserve more.” he finishes, flashing a dazzling smile before starting to walk away.

“Wait!” You call out. He turns around. “You know?” you ask him.

“I had a feeling,” he says. “Good night.” he finishes, walking away. You walk into your apartment, feeling exhausted. You didn't realize how much of a toll this night had taken on you until you laid in your bed. You hadn't even taken your clothes off, but you didn’t have the energy any longer, swiftly falling asleep.

You woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. As you crawled out of your bed you heard a loud banging at your door. Looking out the peephole, you didn't see anyone there, so you opened up your door, only to see a dozen purple tulips sitting outside your door. A smile spreads across your face as you look for a note.

Miss me yet?

Your smile faded just as fast as it had appeared. You stared at the note, a very uneasy feeling pulsing through your body. You brought the flowers inside, took a deep breath before deciding what you were going to do. You walked into your kitchen, dumping the flowers and the note into the garbage can before heading back to your bed. You'd already had enough for today. All day, you lounged around, your phone was off, you ate and watched shitty movies. You cried, you laughed, you slept. It was the perfect day before classes on Monday, you were dreading them already. You were not taking anything easy, and your entire body was a ball of stress.

Monday you had minimal interaction with anyone, you went to classes, had lunch with the group, went home to study and work on papers and it was the exact same on Tuesday. When Wednesday rolled around, you were so excited. The week was almost done, not to mention the group had decided to do a Friday Friend Dinner every other Friday, and this week it was on. Drinks and good food, you couldn't wait. Kyungsoo was an amazing cook, you often craved his food.

You were walking to your class, when out of nowhere you're yanked to the side. You looked over only to see Mark standing there with a smile on his face.

“Hi baby.” He says, leaning in closely. You try to back up, but you back straight into a pillar. “Did you like the flowers I sent you?” He smiles, moving closer. “I've been waiting all week for you to thank me for them. It hurts me that you haven't done that yet, Y/N.” He finishes, his smile dropping.

“Oh!” You say, forcing a smile. You were trying so hard to not show him any fear even though it was radiating through your entire body. “I didn't realize it was you. There was no name on it. They're so beautiful, Mark, thank you.” You smile. You needed him to calm down and let you go without an issue. You watch his facial expressions, he was getting angrier.

“Who else would they have been from?” He snaps. “Are you seeing someone else?”

You didn't know what to say. He stares at you as the panic sets in. Your body is trembling as he gets closer. You let your instincts take over, pushing him away from you.

“Leave me alone.” You scream. He rushes back towards you, slapping his hand over your mouth, stopping you from screaming anymore. Before you can react, Mark is pulled off of you, thrown down to pavement. You look over to see Chanyeol standing there, huffing as he stares down at Mark.

“Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself?” Chanyeol yells. He goes to you, grabbing your hand to pull you away. He takes you out into the open, and you see a blonde girl standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“Chanyeol.” You breathe. “Thank you.”

He looks at you concerned. “Has he been bothering you alot?” He asks.

“No, no. He sent me flowers on Sunday, with a note but no name attached. I guess he was mad that I didn't thank him.” You explain. “I'm sure he's gotten the message now.” You half smile. You were trying to be okay but you weren't. Your body shook, you felt like you were still in shock. You looked over at the girl who looked even more unimpressed with you.

“Hi.” You smile, holding out your hand. “I'm Y/N.” You say.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. You retracted your hand feeling uncomfortable now. She looks at Chanyeol with a pout. “You let go of my hand to help her, Channie.” She says. “I'm so sad now.”

Chanyeol sighs. “I'm sorry Maya, do you want me to buy you something?” He asks. She perks up, grabbing his hand to pull him away, spewing on about some purse she wanted.

You already hated her.

Thursday, you didn't go to your classes. You stayed curled up in bed, answering the calls from Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, Baekhyun, Jongin and even Kyungsoo, asking you if you were okay and what they could do for you. You were eternally grateful for all of them and how much they cared for you. They had asked you if you wanted to postpone your friend's dinner, but you didn't want to. It was something that you desperately needed to try and take your mind off your Mark situation.

Friday comes, and starts off better. You went to your classes that day. It wasn't until you looked at your phone, did your heart sink, and your anxiety flared up.

[From Unknown - 8:45am] I like your outfit today. You look so cute.

[From Unknown - 8:49am] I hope your first class goes well. I miss you.

You slipped your phone in your pocket, trying to focus on your lecture. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating the entire time you were in your hour and a half class. After it ends, you pull out your phone to read some of them.

[From Unknown - 9:07am] Please text me back.

[From Unknown - 9:10am] it's really not nice to ignore someone.

[From Unknown - 9:17am] Please, baby.

You deleted all the messages, only reading a few of them. You didn't want to deal with this. Maybe eventually he would get the hint. And he did, only until the afternoon.

[From Unknown - 2:47pm] I miss your smile. You looked so happy taking in the warm sun as you were walking.

[From Unknown - 2:52pm] Did you take a picture of the sky for your IG? I can't wait for you to post it.

You ignored them again, putting your phone into your pocket as you headed to your last class of the day. The hour went by quickly, with no excessive buzzing coming from your pocket. You were relieved but that didn't last long. As you made your way to Kyungsoo's apartment, the texts continued, and got progressively worse.

[From Unknown - 4:59pm] I don't fucking appreciate this.

[From Unknown - 5:04pm] You are being a goddamn cunt right now, Y/N.

[From Unknown - 5:07pm] ANSWER ME!!

[From Unknown - 5:11pm] I'm sorry, baby. I just miss you so much. Please answer me.

You sigh as you knock on the door of Kyungsoo's apartment, finishing reading the last message.

“Hey.” Kyungsoo smiles, opening the door. You walk into the most delightful smells, immediately causing you to forget about the texts. “You can join the others in the living room.” He says, heading back to the kitchen. You take your coat off, following the sound of laughter into the living room.

“Y/N.” Everyone yells, all happy to see you. You say hi to everyone, looking at Jongin, who mouths “sorry.” To you before you see Chanyeol with his arm around Maya on the couch. You wanted to roll your eyes so fucking badly. But your phone began to vibrate.

[From Unknown - 5:27pm] I can't wait to pin you down, kissing your body all over.

[From Unknown - 5:33pm] I'm going to make you cum so many times from my fingers when I finally get you in my bed. Do you want that baby?

You can feel the tears starting. Why won't he stop?

You press the phone button to call and scream at him but it won't connect. “This number is no longer in service.”

Maybe he deactivated it.

[From Unknown - 5:46pm] I hope you're not fucking Chanyeol or Jongin baby. I'll have to punish you for that.

[From Unknown - 5:54pm] Would you like that baby? I'm going to tie you up and punish you. I don't like being ignored.

[From Unknown - 5:56pm] Y/N. ANSWER ME.

[From Unknown - 5:59pm] I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.”

You couldn't take it anymore. The tears fell as Kyungsoo walked into the living room.

“Y/N?” He asks, glancing around at everyone else. You completely break down, sobbing into your knees.

“Hey, what's going on doll?” Lisa asks, moving towards you. You slide your unlocked phone towards her, allowing her to read the messages as you sniffle.

“What the fuck.” She gasps.

“What? What do they say?” Everyone asks.

“Can I read them out?” Jongin asks you. You hide your face but nod your head. You didn't want to deal with this shit alone.

“Holy shit. He talks about what she's wearing today and gets mad at her for not responding.” He pauses. “I can't wait to pin you down, kissing all over your body.” He reads out. You look up, every single person there was pissed beyond measure. Except for Maya, who rolled her eyes at every text.

“Y/N answer me.. I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.” He finishes in a whisper.

No one says a thing. Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo hug you tightly until Baekhyun pipes up. “Who wants to go hunt this mother fucker down and make him wish he never met our precious Y/N?” He says.

Everyone jumps up agreeing, including Chanyeol. Maya scoffs loudly at him

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” She yells.

“Here we go.” Baekhyun laughs.

“You're going to protect her again? What about me? I actually matter.” She says, pouting again.

“Y/N matters too.” Chanyeol tells her. “She's important to me. As are all my friends.” He says.

“So I'm not as important as this fucking thing whose scared of a few little texts? Like grow up.” She yells at you.

“Who are you calling a thing, bitch?” Lisa snaps, standing up.

“Miss fucking cry baby over there.” Maya yells.

“Maya!” Chanyeol yells, his voice booming through the house. “Shut the fuck up.” He snaps. He glares at her, she tries to stand tall but she cowers under him. “Get your stuff. We're leaving.” He yells. “NOW.” He booms. She rushes out of the room without a word. Chanyeol mutters a “sorry” towards the group before slamming the door behind him.

The group sits in silence.

“Has anyone EVER heard Chanyeol yell that loud!?” Baekhyun asks, jumping up onto the couch. “I mean sure he's loud during game nights but holy shit.”

“literally never.” Jisoo says, her eyes still wide.

Kyungsoo looks at you. “Have you gone to the cops?” He asks.

“Yeah, you really should.” Lisa and Jennie urge.

“I have.” You sniffle. “They can't do anything for me until he physically hurts me.” You cry. “Apparently covering my mouth to stop me from screaming isn't enough.”

“That's messed up.” Kyungsoo sighs. “You shouldn't be alone. You need to stay with someone.”

“She can stay with me.” Chanyeol announces, walking into the living room.

“What happened?” Baekhyun asks.

“I ended things. For good.” Chanyeol says to everyone, before turning to look at you. “Y/N I am so sorry for the way she spoke to you. That was uncalled for and not fair.” He whispers with his head down. “You didn't deserve that.”

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “You didn't have to break up with her though.”

Baekhyun laughs out loudly, making everyone else laugh along.

“Yeah I did. It was time. I can't be with someone like that, I wasn't really into it anyways.”

Your phone buzzes again on the table.

[From Unknown - 7:08pm] I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me. Just talk to me.

Chanyeol picks up your phone, reading the message. He holds out his hand for you to pull you up. “We're going to go to Y/N's apartment and grab her things. I'll let you all know when we've made it safely back to my place.” He says. You go around the group giving everyone a hug while saying thank you to them. You didn't know what you would do without such great friends. you and Chanyeol didn't say much on the drive to your apartment. You were exhausted and just wanted to rest but you knew it wasn't going to come easily tonight. You and chanyeol head up to your front door, you unlock the door, letting him in first before you lock it back up behind you. You felt too paranoid to leave anything to chance. Chanyeol chuckles as he walks towards the table, patting it with the palm of his hand.

“This is a solid table.” He smirks. You roll your eyes at him, heading into your bedroom. quickly you find a bag, shoving your clothes into it, grabbing everything you can think of right now that you would need. You grabbed your charger and your laptop, and just as you thought you had everything, you heard a loud, rapid banging on your front door. You freeze. Chanyeol puts his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He waves you back into the room, mouthing for you to hide. Quietly, he creeps up to the door as the banging continues. He looks out the peephole, all he can see is black hair.

“Yes?” He says, his voice loud and deep.

“Where's Y/N?” He asks. You can hear Mark's voice.

“She's not here. You need to leave.” Chanyeol announces. “She's not interested in you. You need to move on.”

“Hah. I need to move on? She and I are meant to be together. You tell her I'll see her soon.” Mark yells, leaving Chanyeol's view. He opens the door slightly, making sure that Mark is actually gone. Chanyeol calls you out of the room, tears streaming down your face. He wraps his arm around you, taking you out of your apartment, heading for his car. You were terrified that Mark was going to be out there waiting for you. But he wasn't. Chanyeol opened the car door for you, you got in, placing your bag on the floor.

The drive is silent. It was late, you were drained. Walking up to Chanyeol's apartment, he unlocks the door, letting you go in first. It's bigger than you thought it would be. It was decorated very minimally, he had furniture around but not much else.

“It's very nice.” You smile.

“I'm still working on getting more things for it.” He laughs. He takes you to his bedroom. “You can sleep here. I'm going to take the couch.” He says.

“Chanyeol.” You sigh. “It's enough that you're letting me stay here, I can't take your bed too.”

He laughs. “You can. And you will. Get some rest okay? I'm right out there if you need.” He gives you a hub before grabbing his pj's and going into the bathroom. He comes out in a shirt and pj pants, heading for the living room. You dig through your bag, finding your shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You change and crawl into his bed. It smells so good. It smells like him. Sleep came to you easier than you thought, but it didn't last long.

You woke up breathing heavily, sweating and a little confused. You had dreamt that Mark had taken you captive and you were really shaken up over it. You crawled out of bed, heading to the living room.

Chanyeol laid on the couch, scrolling on his phone until he noticed you. He sits up quickly. “What's wrong?” he asks, standing up. He was no longer wearing a shirt.

Holy shit, you'd forgotten how ripped he was.

“it was.. a dream.” you start. “Mark.. he had..uh, kidnapped me.”

Chanyeol wraps you in his arms, in a tight and comforting hug. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, you feel so safe with him.

“Can you please sleep in the bed with me? I don't want to be alone.” You whisper.

He lets go of you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You both crawl into the bed, getting comfy. Chanyeol rubs your arm and shoulder as your back faces him. You quickly fall asleep, feeling more comfortable than you've been in a while. You wished the feeling of peace would last, unfortunately you knew it wouldn't.

You woke up in the morning with Chanyeol wrapped around your body. You were sweating so bad, you had no choice but to get up. You managed to wiggle your way out of his embrace, making your way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. You snooped around his cupboards, trying to find something to make for breakfast. You settled on making eggs and toast, it was easy enough. As you continue scrambling your eggs, Chanyeol walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with a smile on his face.

“What's this?” He asks.

“Breakfast. Duh.” You laugh. You were feeling good today, you felt like it was going to be a great day. Until your phone on the table started to ring.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Chanyeol grabbed your phone, declining the call and blocking the number.

“There. That should work.” He smiles. He sets your phone down, before it starts ringing again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

[theaspen]

summary : Jay seems to keep appearing in your alternate nightmares. He acts as your night in shining armor, always helping you in your sleep. But when you try to stop the nightmares altogether he doesn't like it.

Genre : Thriller, angst.

pairing : Jay x you

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, death and suicide. If you are sensitive to these subjects please don't read!!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Authors note: It's honestly SO embarrassing that I'm posting this now LMAOAOAOA.

Uhm. I'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy and leave some nice comments or feedback or anything tbh. And send me an ask, or comment below to be added to the tag list.

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Are you sure?” My uncle asks sceptically.

“Yes I'm sure.” I tell him firmly. 

This is the 10th time he's asked me this question today alone. What's a therapist gonna do? Besides, I'm sick of him pretending to care. 

“Uncle, I'm not really sure why you're so insistent on this. Is it because the press is outside? They want to interview you?”

It's a sharp dig at him and I know it. He's never cared about his own brother, never visited.

He scowls at me, “Careful, might I have to remind you that it isn't your father that's taking care of you, putting you in the best room with the best doctors.”

I glare at him as he walks away from the room. Well atleast the pathetic nice act is gone. 

Kyungsoo enters my room soon again, throwing a careful glance at my uncle. He was a big shot after all. With his more than successful firm.

“You good?” He asks.

“Yeah, um I think I'll just go for a walk.” I tell him rather shortly.

“Sure.” He says quietly, probably assuming I had an argument.

But truth be told, I'm avoiding him. I'm getting attached to someone who's just tolerating me for their job. It's not his fault I know but I can't get attached to those who won't stay once I'm up and gone. 

My mind goes to Jay for a tiny second. Hm. Maybe I should talk to a therapist. The dreams stopped for two days and usually I would be overjoyed at the idea of not just one but two full nights rest.

But I woke up feeling uneasy, I made a promise to Jay, someone who exists only in my head. But I made a promise nevertheless. 

There are so many things I want to ask him, so many. 

Why do I have no dreams? Why is it that I only ever have a blackout or nightmares?

Why is he saving me? 

I know I shouldn't, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I look down at my fisted hands and open them. There are two sleeping pills, I stole it from a nurse's bag when she wasn't looking. 

Sleeping pills and I aren't the best of friends. Sure they help me not have a meltdown from not being able to sleep for almost 20 hours but they also give me the worst types of nightmares.   Which right now happens to be something that I need. 

“Goodnight.”Kyungsoo tries to smile at me.

I meekly smile back , eager to down the pills and meet the one person who actually wants me to stay.

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The pills go down my throat ten minutes later. The small light creates a shadow of me in front.  The shadows shift, turning and twisting and I watch fascinated as they give a performance for me. 

I'm not afraid, a part of my brain thinks. What are the shadows going to do? They've been with me forever. Taunting me, trying to manipulate me. I've never given into any of their tricks. I've never trusted them. 

But when I'm all alone now, in a tiny closet peeking out from the hole and watching the shadows linger my heart picks up its beat. 

They come and they disappear again and again. I look through the tiny peep the closet gives and realise soon as they go behind every nook and creek that they are looking for none other than me. 

 

My hands reach out to clasp my mouth shut. My body folds itself as small as it can possibly go. Will the shadows think to look here too?

I shut my eyes forcefully. My other senses heightened until I could feel everything around me. The musty smell of the closet, my fingernails digging into themselves.  My feet numb, paralyzed. 

My breathing becomes slower, my arms start to unclench. I think they're gone. I think I can get out now. Escape to a place where they can't catch me. 

Before I know it, before I can even pull my hands away from myself. There's a strange hiss that comes inches away from me. A hand grabs my ankle and pulls me hard enough that I don't have time to scream. 

My head bangs against the hard wooden doors as I'm being pulled away. The impact is so hard that I can only clutch my head and groan as the hands keep pulling me away, dragging me on the rough wooden floors.

The splinters catch on clothes and skin. My chin is bleeding, but I can't even stop. Can't even catch a hold of myself as I try to catch myself breathlessly.  

There's a sharp turn to the right, and that's when I know that the shadows aren't just pulling me along aimlessly , they have a destination in mind. 

My eyes scan around desperately trying to catch hold of something to stop. 

Just then, a hand- a solid, real and warm hand catches me. A sudden stop to the journey. 

I know who it is before I can even look up. I clasp my hands with his. The shadows aren't pleased, they hiss and linger around My ankles. 

But when his hand keeps tugging me in, the shadows start to dissolve, materialise into nothing, losing their power. 

Jay's hands pull me again, even when the shadows disappear, he doesn't let go and I don't either.

When I gain a little strength into my limbs I finally pull away from the embrace. I look into his eyes, they are wide and scared, maybe even more than mine.

“Thank yo-”

“Why didn't you come?? You made a promise and you leave me all alone here?!” Jay yells angrily.

I pull away completely.  I was happy to finally see him again, but seeing his bloodshot face. The look of absolute rage in his eyes makes me stop. Brings the familiar uneasy feeling back into my stomach. 

“I'm sorry.” I mumble.

Jay looks at my crestfallen face, and immediately his face softens. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was just scared you left forever.” He says softly, “You're hurt a lot this time. Come here, let's clean you up.” 

He rips off a piece of his sleeves and starts dabbing it on my wounds.

His reassuring words don't chase away the moths in my stomach. 

“Jay..do you think I should see a therapist?”

Jay frowns at my words, “A therapist? What's that?” He asks curiously. 

“Umm. It's someone who helps you with your problems, like stress, anxiety…nightmares.”

Jay stiffens upon that. His hand paused on my chin. 

“But why…? I can save you. I save you every time.”

I shake my head,

“I can save you again, you won't even have to get hurt next time. Just trust me. That's all you need to do!”

I take his hands in mine, his eyes are trembling, 

“What happens when you can't?”

“..what”

“What happens when one day you can't save me? I can wake up, but what about you? What if something happens to you instead?” 

He shakes his head intently, “I don't care, I only exist because of you. If you're gone, then I'm alone again, I have no purpose.”

I stay silent at that, avoiding his eyes. 

The world around me seems to shift again, faster than it did before. 

“I think I'm waking up now.”

“Yeah.”

“Can't you…can't you appear in my dreams too? Not just nightmares?”

“I don't know.”

I can feel my resolve slipping at the sight of his tired face. He looks my age, but at this moment his face seems to have gone through a millenia worth of sadness. 

“I'll come back okay?” 

Jay just nodded. His fingers slip away from mine as he watches me disappear again. I never stay for long. He wonders whether it's because I can't or I don't want to. 

Jay fidgets with his fingers even after I'm gone. 

He thinks long and hard about how he could make me stay. Every time I've left, it's only because he saved me.

What happens when he makes me believe that she can't escape the nightmare anymore? 

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Taglist : @sunjaylove @ryejigyu @keikeu

@excusemeimquirky @lollllllliiiiiiiiiiiipop

[kradnie]

EXO-L Secret Santa Gifts for @hellohailu

@exols-silver-christmas

okay sooo here are some drawings :> at first i didnt know what to draw and even scrapped my first one,, but then when i got into the flow i made like 3 (+ a silly doodle). so here they are and the explanations behind each one :3

also i feel like im bad at capturing facial features but it might just be a lack of confidence T-T

so first one is kyungsoo as a knight. you said you liked fantasy and i immediately thought of that kind of medieval setting with knights and wizard. And i thought armour would look cool with this watercolour brush. and i was right >:3

then we have baekhyun from the kokobop era. you said you like warm colours and my mind immediately went to that.

then the last one is chen (love shot, with the stupid bowl cut (affectionate)) as a kind of mosaic i guess? inspired by the colour palletes you gave me. i wasnt sure about how it looked tho so i made two versions

and the bonus doodle which is of chanyeol from the first album because that photo with the caption made me laugh when i was looking through the photobooks for inspiration

okay thats it. hope you have a great december <3

...i just realised i misspelled prankster. oh well.

[randomcreator-09]

MasterList ~🐧

Requests are ✨Temporarily Closed✨

LEGEND:

Actor

Character

Title

🤍- Fluff

🧎‍♂️- Top!Reader

🔥- Smut

💀- Angst

Further warnings are labelled on the story

>>>✨Taglist✨<<<

🐧I think ya'll shall know a lil bout me now :3. OK SO, I'm RCreator and I'm asian XD. Currently in my 20's and is a very random creator :"D (who also writes to scratch that itch, which means I get ideas and release them VERY randomly heh) I'd write about Snape today then Kyungsoo tomorrow (that random XD). A very BIG introvert in real life but an EXTREME extrovert online hehe.

I LOVE doing Fluff and bottom male characters because your OP is a ✨top✨ by heart ^^ (and who doesn't love a story with good plot?). I write smut too :3 but only when I ask in votes (because they're more helpful than asking and waiting for a comment :"D) or when someone requests it.

I DON'T LIKE blant foods XD. I'll write anything and everything tbh... So request are open for ANYTHING and EVERYTHING ^^. Now enjoy~🐧

Alan Rickman

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

- Always (10 Chapters, Complete, SeverusxRavenclawProf!Reader) Wattpad 🤍🔥(💀🤏)

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- The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part One) - The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part Two, Complete, SeverusxDADAAsianProf!Reader) 🤍🧎‍♂️🔥(💀?)

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- My Prince (Very Short One shot, Request, SeverusxReader) 🤍(🧎‍♂️🤏)

Sinclair Bryant (Close Your Eyes)

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Colonel Brandon (Sense & Sensibility)

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David Thewlis

Freddie Mays (Gangster No. 1)

- A Private Club in London, 1960s (One Shot, FreddiexFem!Reader) 🤍(🧎‍♂️🤏)

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- The Impeccable Ganster of London (One Shot, FreddiexGangster!Reader) 🤍🧎‍♂️(💀🤏)

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- By Your Side (Still Writing, One Shot, Request, Free!FreddiexWife!Reader) 🤍🔥(🧎‍♂️💀🤏)

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- 'Working title' (Still Writing, One Shot, Request, FreddiexYounger!Reader) 🤍🔥💀

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Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

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Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy

- Your All I See (Very short one shot, CillianxPhotographer!Reader) 🤍

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Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

- I'll fold like a Makahiya leaf (One Shot, ThomasxCulinary!Reader) 🤍(🧎‍♂️💀🤏 )🔥

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- Small Heaths Songbird (Part One) - Small Heaths Songbird: Christmas Eve Special (Still writing, One Shot, Single!ThomasxOC!Reader) 🤍💀(🔥🧎‍♂️🤏)

Jonathan Crane (Batman: Dark Knight)

- Awoop jumpscare XD (Referring to the gif)

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- It's Cuffing Season (Complete, One shot, Request, JonathanxBarista!Reader) 🔥🤍(🧎‍♂️💀🤏)

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Maggie Smith

Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter)

- Fly High Professor McGonagall 🕊️ (In honor of Maggie Smith)

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David Tennant

Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

- Let's dance angel (Still Writing, One shot, CrowleyxReincarnatedAzi!Reader) 🤍🧎‍♂️(🔥🤏)

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The 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

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Cassanova (Cassanova)

- I can fix him (Still writing, One shot, CassanovaxUnclassified!Reader) 🤷‍♂️ I'm still thinking about this one

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Rivals...

- I still need to watch it...

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[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Everyone but Chanyeol (flu)

Caregiver(s): Chanyeol

Word Count: 1349

Notes: Sometimes what matters most to me are the silly goose interactions. Also, this clip lives in my head rent free, so I had to give a nod to it.

“Okay, I don’t mean to be that guy, but I literally have no hoodies left, people,” Chanyeol announced. To anyone else, he’d sound beyond irritated. His members, though, was saw right through the hands on hips, pouted lips, weight leaning in one hip routine. 

“Sucks to be you,” Sehun replied, currently scrolling aimlessly on his phone while smushed against Minseok’s left shoulder. He was currently wearing Chanyeol’s navy blue hoodie. Minseok was in the purple hoodie, but he at least had the decency to ask Chanyeol for it instead of raiding his closet. Like the rest of the ungrateful heathens spread throughout the living room.

Chanyeol crossed his arms over his (hoodie-less) chest. “I’m serious.”

“Maybe try covering your mouth and not giving the rest of us the flu, then,” Kyungsoo shot back, less teasing than Sehun. His eyes were blazing, forehead creased with ire, his fury completely untouched by his disheveled, clearly ill appearance. It also didn’t help that he was swimming in one of Chanyeol’s black hoodies. Still, Minseok reached over with the arm Sehun wasn’t using as a pillow and pulled the younger man towards him, guiding his head onto his lap to soothe him. Of the members, Kyungsoo hated getting sick the most, and he’d been incredibly sensitive and ready to fight since he’d spiked a fever two days ago. Especially if anyone made the mistake of reminding him he was sick. 

“Soo-ya, be nice,” Junmyeon (another black hoodie) chided softly. The leader was currently trapped in their recliner under a sleeping Baekhyun (light pink). He didn’t mind being trapped there at all though; the vocalist’s gentle breathing was slowly but surely lulling the leader to sleep as well. And more sleep would be much welcomed after getting only three proper hours the previous night due to A.) Jongin’s fever spiking and causing nightmares that had him throwing up at 3am, B.) Sehun having a panic attack at Jongin puking, and C.) his own coughing. 

“He’s not wrong though,” Sehun added unhelpfully. 

“And it’s not like he isn’t already getting his karma back in the form of… well… this.” Jongin (maroon hoodie) waved his hands in a large circle to encompass the whole of the living room. He was currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch, back resting against Minseok’s legs. He’d plopped down there an hour ago, and nobody had gathered the strength to ask him why yet. 

“Yeah, we’re the world’s best punishment,” Sehun added. “Only fit for the most devious of criminals.”

“You are such drama queens,” Chanyeol groaned, running a hand down his face. 

“And you are the world’s worst nurse,” Sehun shot back, leaning over the back of the couch and pointing an accusatory finger at his fellow rapper. “If you were better at this, maybe we wouldn’t all still be sick.”

“Yeah! Park Chanyeol: worst health care professional,” Jongin played along, patting Sehun’s knee in support. 

“More like health care crisis,” Kyungsoo mumbled. Jongin and Sehun laughed. 

“Guys, I’m right here,” Chanyeol sighed. The past week had undoubtedly been a trial of Herculean proportions. Yes, it was true that Chanyeol had been the first in the group to get sick, but it wasn’t like he’d actively tried to infect the rest of them. It wasn’t his fault they were coming off of a busy award season of back to back performances with tight dressing rooms, little sleep, and mindlessly shared water bottles. He’d been as careful as possible, yet two days after he’d recovered, Jongin woke up coughing, and it was all down hill from there. They’d all dropped in record time. And really the issue over the hoodies was the only tangible way Chanyeol knew how to express his own frustration at having to do this practically by himself. 

“Wait, since when?” Junmyeon joked. Of course Junmyeon was on Chanyeol’s side, even if he couldn’t physically help him much. Minseok too. But the support of his hyungs was meaningless since the rest of the members were a toss up depending on the hour. And, because of that, Chanyeol sighed, conceding the hoodie argument as his audience was clearly not in the right headspace for it.

As he made his way towards the living area, Jongdae (light blue) stumbled into the room, the physical embodiment of clammy and miserable. He staggered to the couch, climbing over the arm by Kyungsoo and settling in behind the younger vocalist so he could rest his head on Minseok’s only available shoulder. 

“Did you throw up again?” Sehun asked, peeking across Minseok. Jongdae nodded, eyes closed. “Well don’t do it again in here, okay?”

“No promises,” Jongdae slurred. Kyungsoo whined, squirming in discomfort until Minseok’s fingers began running through his hair again.  

“Guys, are we pathetic?” Jongin asked from his spot on the floor. 

“Yes,” Chanyeol answered. 

“Pretty sure that’s just a symptom of the flu,” Minseok added, shifting as much as possible to accommodate the grown men sticking to him like magnets. “Also, Yeollie, there are a few of your hoodies in the dryer. I started a load of laundry yesterd- or was it two days ago?” A soft smile creeped up Chanyeol’s lips as Minseok bit his lip in thought. “It… it doesn’t matter when. They’re in the dryer, okay?”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Hey, don’t help him!” Sehun whined. “That’s not part of the game!”

“What game?” Minseok shook his head. 

“The one where we steal all of his hoodies, duh,” Sehun scoffed. 

“Let me guess: as karma for bringing the flu into the house?” Junmyeon asked sarcastically. Sehun nodded and Jongin snapped his approval.

“Guys, I physically cannot apologize anymore than I have. What more do you want from me?” Chanyeol exclaimed, at the edge of his patience. 

“Sweetheart, they’re delirious, ignore them,” Junmyeon replied peaceably. 

“We want justice!” Jongin exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air. 

“Too loud…” Kyungsoo moaned, burying his face deeper into Minseok’s pajama-clad thigh. Kyungsoo’s shifting disturbed Jongdae, who had nearly fallen asleep, and the older vocalist whined in response. 

“Okay, I physically cannot hold another person, so I’m gonna need you all to at least try to contain your emotions,” Minseok spoke up, more than a tad desperate. “Or I’m gonna need someone to hold me too.” 

“Let’s watch a movie,” Chanyeol suggested. The tension in the room immediately diffused, as both Jongin and Sehun’s snapped to attention at the promise of an activity. Chanyeol was genuinely taken aback, but quickly jumped back into action. “Yeah, let’s put in a movie. We can all chill together.”

“That sounds perfect.” Junmyeon smiled up at him, both pride and relief clear in his eyes. “What movie do you guys want?” Jongin and Sehun both gave their opinions, talking over each other and arguing amongst themselves about the merits of their successive choices. Chanyeol tipped his head to make eye contact with the eldest. “Minseokie, hyung? What do you think?”

Minseok smiled. “The Little Mermaid.”

“The Little Mermaid it is,” Chanyeol declared, swiping the remote from the coffee table and ignoring the protests from the youngest members. It didn’t take long past the opening credits for all complaints to cease, the entire living room absorbed by the magic of Disney. Chanyeol smiled to himself as he returned to the kitchen to check on the soup he’d started earlier; it still had an hour or so to go, but was already smelling amazing. He was rather proud of himself for this one. Sehun and Kyungsoo and Jongin could tease him all they wanted; Park Chanyeol knew a thing or two about successfully nursing his pathetic brothers back to health. 

After checking on dinner, Chanyeol returned to the living room, pulling up one of the chairs from the kitchen table between the recliner and couch so he could easily get up if anyone needed anything. 

“Hey Yeollie?”

The rapper turned his attention to the couch, where Kyungsoo’s whispered voice had called him. “Yeah, bud?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Letting us borrow your hoodies.” 

Chanyeol smiled, all his prior irritation forgotten. “Anything for you guys.”

[jongbross]

i got you, boo (kim jongin x reader)

pairing: kim jongin x reader

word count: 647

genre: fluffy with a tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentions of anxiety

a/n: one of the so many drabbles i have written with jongin in the past year. remembered about this one as i felt really anxious yesterday, but tried my best not to give in to that feeling. love you, jongin, can't remember anything before ya.

he knew you like he never knew any other person in his life - even kyungsoo. he knew what you liked, what you didn't, when you were lying, when you were sad, when you were trying to hide something.

so when he saw your eyes desperately trying to focus on something, body movements so calculated and sharp, he knew what was happening.

jongin furrowed his eyebrows, lips involuntarily pouting in concern. kyungsoo's eyes followed his best friend's gaze, and although he didn't know you like the back of his hand, he knew something was up.

"are they okay?", he asked the younger one.

"no", jongin replied. 

"go. i'll cover you if they ask about you."

jongin shot a gaze at kyungsoo, who quickly nodded.

"you sure?"

"absolutely."

jongin sighed, putting his glass down and touching kyungsoo's arm briefly.

"thank you so much, hyung!"

kyungsoo nodded again, before watching jongin walk through the not so loud but definitely boring SM event. jongin fake smiled at a few people, excusing himself to try and get to you as fast as he could.

when he did, your eyes immediately focused on him and the first thing he did was search for your hand to hold.

"what's happening?"

your hand was shaking, you looked a little lost.

"i-i don't know. my heart is racing, it feels like it's b-beating like so, so fast—"

your words were as fast as your brain was working, jongin was sure. 

"anxiety?"

"i truly don't know. it feels more l-like a heart attack. you know th-those days when you—"

jongin shushed you softly. he didn't think letting you speak so fast would help.

"it's okay, i get it, babe. why don't you come with me?"

he offered you his other hand, pulling you from your chair. you blindly followed, heart beating so loud on your ears that you couldn't even listen to your steps.

when you realized, jongin was holding you still by your waist on the outside of the fancy mansion. there was a large garden in front of you now, the cold night breeze cooling your burning skin.

"just try to breathe, okay?", his soft but deep voice echoed inside your body.

you nodded, looking away from the garden and into his eyes. they were soft, but the concern just couldn't pass by unnoticed. 

jongin's hands kept caressing your waist, a small act of reassurance that he was there with you, that he wouldn't let you go.

you mirrored the way he was breathing, body still shaking but heart slowly recuperating its normal beat.

when you closed your eyes, jongin smiled. you did it.

"you okay?"

"yeah", you murmured. you felt his grip tightening when a shiver ran through your body. he knew you wouldn't fall, but he just wanted to be sure.

sighing, you opened your eyes again. 

"we're good?", jongin asked once again, his entire face softening as you forced a smile.

"we're good."

"okay. you wanna go home?"

"no, it's okay. we can stay."

"we don't have to, if that's not what you want. let me take you home."

"no, it's really okay. i'll just have some water and i'll be fine, i promise!"

jongin hesitated for a moment. he would never, ever ask you to do something against your own will - and he knew you knew that, so of course you would always try to convince him that it was okay and that you two could do whatever he wanted. jongin already spoiled you enough on a daily basis, the least you could do was stay at that party with him.

"let's stay", you said, holding his arms and caressing his skin.

he nodded, pulling you into an embrace.

"but the moment you feel like going home, please tell me!"

"will do", you assured in a whisper against his neck, body finally relaxing inside his arms.

nothing could touch you now.

[exouniverse]

can I request a prince!kyungsoo × peasant!oc please??? maybe something kinda angst but still fluff. u deciiide 💘

Tightrope

Pairing: prince!kyungsoo x peasant!oc

Genre: angst, fluff, royal au, lgbtqia+

Warnings: violence, mental health depictions + other warnings to apply in the next chapters. If there is any other warning that I missed, please let me know to add it.

Summary (for this chapter): Abiding by his father's orders, Prince Kyungsoo spies on the wandering troupe's spring festival performance. He finds himself drawn to their performance, especially that of the acrobat on the tightrope, growing curious about the troupe's true intentions.

Word count: 3,321

A/N: It took a long time but here is the very first chapter. Thank you so much, anon, for this request. My imagination has been running wild with this series. You probably asked for a one-shot, but this type of story called for a multi-chaptered development.

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD | MEDIA | AO3 | CHAPTER 2

Chapter 1: Duty vs. Desire

A flock of birds guided the townspeople to the outskirts of the forest, along with the sound of the drums that the troupe performers played among the crowd. As the sun set, vibrant, colorful banners and glowing lanterns began decorating the woods, illuminating the glade where the famous wandering troupe had settled for the performance to celebrate the start of spring.

Families and friends strolled along, arms linked and laughing harmoniously. People of all ages wandered with curious eyes and joyful smiles as the resonating sound of drums initiated an anticipatory beat coinciding with the growing excitement of the gathered multitude. Just when the chatter intensified, the fireflies above began to twinkle. Sparkling eyes witnessed how the tiny bugs added a magical ambiance to the night.

A sole figure leaped out from the shadows of the tree boughs, landing with a dramatic flair and a bowed head at the center of the clearing, opening the act. The acrobat’s impressive skills and graceful movements captured the undivided attention of the audience. A discreet pair of eyes that carefully observed from the shadows were especially mesmerized. The pull was so strong that the entrances and changes of the performers, as well as the details about them, started slowly fading away.

Prince Kyungsoo’s breath caught in his throat, his gaze transfixed on the performance unfolding before him. The acrobat’s maneuvers drew him in like a hypnotist as he lingered uneasily at the tree line, torn between duty and curiosity. The spell broke once more acrobats made their entrance, and the first one disappeared back into the shadows. He was only abiding by his father’s orders to spy on the wandering troupe that the people seemed to love, searching for signs of dissent against the crown. However, the artistry that the troupe showed in their movements, combined with the music and their comedic theatrics, started to distract him from his mission.

Taking flight on the tightrope, the acrobat who started the performance reappeared. Kyungsoo felt himself drawn in, taking step after step forward, getting closer and closer. The acrobat moved as if dancing on air. A serene smile under the elaborate mask evidenced the elegant artistry of his movements. There was an undeniable sense of fearlessness that defined his craft. It was contagious, and Kyungsoo discovered a feeling he didn’t quite understand stirring within.

The prince felt his inner balance waver; the sense of freedom that the aerialist exuded in each step reflected his own suppressed yearning for adventure and the longing to explore a life beyond the confines of the palace walls. At the same time, he couldn’t deny the beauty of his smile and how it started a fire within. Even at his expense, Kyungsoo laughed and smiled at the acrobat’s comedic performance of the crown prince while on the tightrope.

Unaware of being in front of the crowd, the prince caught the performer smiling in his direction. A swift glimpse of his bright eyes sent a flutter through his chest, and even in the dimmed light coming from the lanterns, he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget the light within them.

“Your Highness.” The whispered voice from his guard brought him back. “You’re too exposed here; we should go back to our last location.”

The prince finally realized where he was. His guard was right; even in disguise, he could be noticed faster by any knowing eye possibly keeping a watch on him. But before they could move on, he caught one of the members of the troupe running deeper into the forest.

The guard noticed the prince’s hesitation, but he managed to see the man too. “Should I follow him and catch him?”

The prince was still static. He knew it was the perfect opportunity to advance on his mission, but kidnapping someone to interrogate them felt too extreme for him. Kyungsoo only managed to let out a resigned sigh and nod, prompting his guard to follow his orders and pursue the man.

As Kyungsoo observed the troupe interacting with the spectators, offering flowers to children and bringing smiles to everyone’s faces, he couldn’t help but question the true intentions of his father when he urged him to spy on the troupe. It was a familiar awareness that he couldn’t just ignore again.

There was so much kindness and gentleness in their performance. They weaved tales about the royals that subtly alluded to each of their identities, but these were mere generalizations and deductions about them. The staging seemed celebratory, making him question the severity of the threats his father had warned him about. Perhaps, there was more to this group than met the eye, and their routine performances held the hidden messages that required his closer attention.

Someone was watching him. Even when lost in thought, his instincts caught the growing density in the air. Just as he was looking in front of him, a figure moved on the other side of the crowd. Vigilant, the prince maneuvered through the commonality, taking care not to collide with those around him. He tried to blend in, trying not to be perceived, and followed as he discreetly trailed his guard.

Once the prince caught sight of his guard, he noticed that he managed to capture the member of the troupe without causing any harm.

“Your Highness, we have apprehended him,” the guard reported, his voice filled with determination and loyalty.

Kyungsoo glanced at the man, his eyes searching for any signs of malice or rebellion. Yet, all he saw was fear and confusion, not the dangerous insurgence that his father tried to convince him about.

“Well done, Aeron. Escort him back to the palace,” Kyungsoo commanded, his voice firm yet filled with a hint of compassion. “We will interrogate him there… but I want to know more about this troupe and their intentions before we proceed.”

The guard bowed, taking a small glance at the frown on the prince’s face, understanding his hesitation. Making their way back to the palace, Kyungsoo couldn’t shake off the feeling that he needed to find out more about this troupe. He was determined to uncover the truth and see it with his own eyes.

The journey back seemed to pass in a blur, with the prince’s mind still spinning with questions sparked by the troupe’s performance.

His performance.

The look on the troupe member’s face that they were taking away wasn’t helping either. The conflicting feelings within him were burdening his conscience.

Still following procedure, Kyungsoo imprisoned the man before he requested an audience with his father. The guards let him in once they received the king’s approval.

As Kyungsoo entered the throne room, unease stirred within him, wondering in what state he might find his father. He was aware that it would be almost impossible for the king to accept his request, but his steps were steady as he allowed a small spark of hope to remain.

The imposing throne engulfed the hunched form of the king. His eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, seemingly oblivious to Kyungsoo’s presence, as if he didn’t exist at all. It wasn’t something he hadn’t witnessed before, since the king’s deteriorating mental condition had been evident for years already. It had worried Kyungsoo even when the relationship with his father was already too ruptured after his mother’s death.

Kyungsoo bowed cautiously, his senses on high alert as he attempted to unravel the enigmatic nature of the king himself. “Father, I have advanced on the mission and detained a troupe member to interrogate him.”

“Why haven’t you killed him yet?” The king let out an unsettling laugh, making Kyungsoo flinch and look back at him.

Taking a deep breath, he kept his composure. “Allow me to speak with him first, before other methods are implemented,” Kyungsoo pleaded calmly. “I will inquire about their whereabouts and performances while I keep spying on them. I strive to make this a successful mission once the entire troupe is caught.”

“You must not show weakness, or the wolves will rend this kingdom.” The king uttered under his breath in an endless echo.

Kyungsoo stared as his fight or flight instincts reacted at the familiar murmurings. He had seen the toll that ruling had taken on the king’s mind. In his heart, he still grieves the heroic figure he had seen in his father, even if it had been but a child’s impression. Now, through wariness and trepidation, the prince can’t let any vulnerability show if he wants to get his father to at least consider his strategy.

“Father,” he breathed and gathered his composure, carefully selecting his words for his father to listen, even when they could burn through his throat, “my aim is to eradicate all of the treacherous troupes that dare challenge your reign. I require valuable information, for that the prisoner would serve useful.”

“Weak boy,” the king whispered, yet Kyungsoo managed to hear. “Do as you must, and bring me facts, not fanciful suspicions. If they scheme revolt, they die. You have three days.”

“But, father, the hunting games—”

“I said three days!” His yell resonated throughout the entire room, even reaching the guards outside.

Kyungsoo clenched his jaw to restrain his own anger as he bowed and proceeded to leave. His mind was in turmoil—three days were not enough if he wanted to find the truth without hurting innocent people. The hunting games were now overlapping his mission time span, leaving him with only a day to carry it through.

As the prince walked out in a hurry, his guard Aeron followed. Kyungsoo made his way back to the prison where the troupe member was. A clear intention set his pace. Something within called for his compassion to remain until clear proof contradicted his intuition.

Upon arriving, the prince noticed that the man hadn’t touched the food he ordered to be served to him. Kyungsoo crouched down with a sigh. “You must eat something,” he whispered to the man. Taking the spoon, he took a bite of the porridge. His guard called at him, alarmed, but Kyungsoo stayed calm and smiled.

“You don’t have to trust me. I sent my guard after you and have you locked up here, but… I just want to talk,” he said with a calm and respectful tone. “This isn’t so delicious. Aeron, please ask for a better meal. I’ll eat here with him, and please stay outside while we talk.”

Aeron’s expression didn’t match the acceptance of his nod and bow, yet he still followed the prince’s orders. As he brought the grand dinner, he hesitated, but the prince insisted that he leave. Aeron was a little intimidating if only his height was taken into account—his face was too friendly and innocent—but it was still better for him to stay outside not to frighten the troupe member any further.

The prince started feasting as soon as his guard walked out, but the captive troupe member was still not at ease. Kyungsoo stopped eating and looked at the man. “I truly apologize for the circumstances that brought you here against your will. I hope you can trust my words; harming you is not my intent.”

He stopped to try to read into the man’s face. “Will you not share your name so that I may address you as a friend rather than a prisoner?” Kyungsoo offered with a slight smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

The troupe member dared to look up at the prince, recognizing that his tone hadn’t been harsh at any moment. Yet, at his still-present hesitancy, the prince continued his monologue, trying to convey his sincerity. “I saw tonight’s performance. Your troupe is tremendously experienced and talented. I have to admit, it lifted hearts as mine has not in years…” A small sigh took his imagination back to the acrobat on the tightrope. His determination only heightened.

“Share with me your troupe’s ways and aspirations, and I promise that no harm will befall you unjustly. I only wish to learn the truth in hopes of finding a peaceful path forward.”

The man eyed him warily. It was the very first moment that Kyungsoo saw defiance in him. Yet his eyes held no hostility, only a performer’s passion. “Then why imprison me? We’re but humble performers bringing joy to the people.”

“I know,” the prince replied, “but my father sees otherwise, and I must navigate intricate politics to change his mind… or rather find a way to disobey his orders without him noticing.”

Tension started easing as he comprehended the prince’s intentions. “Jay. They call me Jay,” he softly said as he grabbed the piece of meat that had called his attention since the food platter was brought. He chose to trust the prince, hoping to help his troupe and keep them from harm. Hoping that his faith wasn’t betrayed.

Their conversation extended into midnight, sharing both light and heavy truths as they finished their meal. As trust began to bloom, Jay opened up about the troupe’s wandering ways and their unwavering passion for captivating performances. Kyungsoo learned that the troupe was still in the town he had visited for the spring celebration, with some more performances left taking place near the market.

The next afternoon found Prince Kyungsoo making his way through the lively market crowds, his demeanor calm yet focused. Though duty required vigilance, his heart swelled with curiosity to comprehend the vibrant community that Jay had depicted his troupe to be and to uncover the underlying discontent beneath the facade of festivities.

His brother Hyun chatted amiably with vendors, brightening as colorful wares and foods caught his youthful eye, which brought a fond smile to Kyungsoo’s face as he cherished the carefree joy that remained untouched by the weight of his own burdensome responsibilities on that particular day. He hadn’t planned for his brother to join him, but upon hearing him talk about the market before breakfast, Kyungsoo was unable to deny the younger one’s request.

Aeron accompanied them, while two guards stayed behind to ensure Jay’s safety as he remained imprisoned, maintaining the illusion in the presence of the king. The prince found himself once again entangled in a perilous game. He could only strive to fulfill his mission without causing more harm.

“Kyungsoo! Sorry, hyungnim,” his brother called out, snapping Kyungsoo out of his reverie. He couldn’t deny the rush of emotions that surged within him upon hearing his brother utter his name, fearing the possibility of being recognized. It was more than mere luck that his brother only said it when they were close.

“What do you have there, brother?” Kyungsoo asked, taking a deep breath to regain his composure.

Hyun’s face lit up as he showed Kyungsoo the items he found. “Do you think Riyoon noona would like this bird barrette? How about this mirror for Hwayoon noonim? Since I broke her favorite one, maybe she won’t be so angry if I bring her a new one.”

Kyungsoo giggled at his brother’s innocence. “You know them better than I do. These are beautiful indeed; let’s get them these if you approve.”

With a clear of his throat, Aeron interrupted. “The people seem to be gathering now; the show must be about to start,” he informed them, and Hyun sparked up leading the way forward.

Maintaining a careful distance from the younger prince, Aeron whispered at Kyungsoo. “The guards are already in position to keep an eye on anyone suspicious, regarding the mysterious person you saw last night among the crowd.”

“Thank you, Aeron. Let’s hope it was only a paranoid thought; instead, let’s enjoy the celebrations.” Kyungsoo placed his hand on Aeron’s shoulder, reassuring him of his lightened mood even in the circumstances they found themselves in. Aeron wasn’t so sure about taking the mission so lightly, but he trusted the prince, so he still tried to remain alert while trying to unwind and enjoy the show.

The crowd was as lively as the one from the night before. But a sudden expectant hush fell over as some vendors and travelers joined at the back. Prince Kyungsoo scanned with intrigue but didn’t miss his brother’s delighted gaze.

Rumbling drums played an ominous sound. It set a different tone already, compared to the spring festival performance. The prince felt Aeron’s concerned look over him, but he dismissed him and focused on finding the acrobat who set his soul free. Kyungsoo awaited patiently, but a startling laugh alerted him.

A woman wearing a crown just like his father’s swirled around the drummers as she laughed and danced. The people seemed to enjoy the spectacle as they chuckled and applauded. Jay had been honest; this performance felt more challenging.

Veils magically moving with the wind drew the crowd’s attention away. The woman dressed as the king was standing on a throne. Four dancers held the veils as dresses and masks, twirling at the same pace. Other troupe members soared from the back, looking like lords and officials from the castle. The story started looking too real for the prince.

Kyungsoo flinched as the woman drew a prop sword and started dancing along, still acting in a manic way. Knowing what came next, the prince squeezed his eyes shut, but the roar of the crowd made him want to see what happened. The astonishment was palpable.

It was him.

Skipping through the crowd, the acrobat who filled the prince’s thoughts interrupted the scene. The drums stopped, but his heart kept the beat going within.

“Hyungnim! That was incredible! Did you see that acrobat?”

Kyungsoo heard his brother, but he was too busy contemplating the object of his admiration to answer him. The audience offered an enthusiastic applause. As the prince clapped, mesmerized by the aerialist, a familiar voice drawled beside him.

“Back again, cousin? One might think you’re growing fond of these entertainers.”

Prince Kyungsoo’s joy disappeared; he frowned and sighed inwardly at Prince Yeongwon’s sly tone. Though he had hoped to keep this outing discreet, of course his cousin would take notice. “If you’re so determined to follow my movements, I must be more careful not to leave tracks for you.” Kyungsoo’s tone held a subtle warning through his smirk.

“Just like at the festival?” Yeongwon raised an eyebrow and looked back at the troupe. Kyungsoo was nervous, but he managed to camouflage it with a gaze full of resentment and indignation towards his cousin’s behavior.

Yeongwon chuckled and smirked at Kyungsoo. “You’ve piqued my curiosity. You seem utterly enthralled by these performers, cousin, when by rights you should be attending to your princely duties.” He hummed mockingly. “What fascinates you so about these traveling actors that draws you to these performances time and again?”

Kyungsoo was struggling to easily let out his breath; his anger was growing, but before he could respond, Prince Hyun tugged on his sleeve excitedly. “Is that the end? Can we watch more? Please?”

“I’m afraid not, Your Highness,” Aeron interjected in his stoic tone, hoping to distract everyone from the tense moment that Yeongwon created. “We must return to the palace before dusk or risk questions.”

Yeongwon opened his mouth as if to lead to another pointed inquiry, but Kyungsoo cut him off swiftly. “You’ve come back for the hunt, I assume. Entertain us back to the palace with your stories if you must. The preparations will start soon. Hyun, Aeron, we must be on our way.”

Kyungsoo took one last longing look back at the troupe before steering their group towards the market outskirts, hoping the dense crowds might deter Yeongwon from continuing his prying. But from the calculating look in his eyes, the prince knew this conversation was far from over. His cousin’s curiosity had been piqued, and Kyungsoo would need to stay several steps ahead if he wished to maintain secrecy of both his mission and his growing feelings for the acrobat.

CHAPTER 2

[sooinlove]

EXO fics to come

Hi~ I just wanted to intro this account to you EXO smut lovers out there still active in the year of our lord 2024. I haven’t been on tumblr in years and honestly am revisiting the site completely with the sole intent of writing and sharing some smut. I’ve had some ideas kicking ‘round in my brain for some time now and think there is way too little Kyungsoo smut out there specifically (can you tell who I’m biased towards?).

Here’s a rough, early summary of the 2 ideas I plan on writing one shots for:

Kyungsoo X Baekhyun X Reader: you’re partying with some friends in Vegas for the weekend and you end up having fun in a stranger’s hotel room for the night, until you’re both interrupted by his friend and roommate coming back from the gym with his headphones in… then you’re in for double the fun.

Kyungsoo X Reader: Inspired by our R&B king himself and Tell Me What Is Love; you’re breaking up with your first love before you both move to different cities and he croons to have you all to himself one last time.

If you have any thoughts or feedback, I’m all ears! Any support or excitement would be wonderful as well :)

[marvelous-llama]

EXO recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

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Midnight Train by @breakyeol

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Drinking Games For One by @soobadnoonecanstopher

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salt to the sword by @kyungseokie

Kyungsoo x fem!reader historical AU, arranged marriage, childhood friends > enemies > lovers - major angst, fluff, smut, romance for twelve years, you’ve exiled your knowings into the shadows. for twelve years, you’ve refused to touch a blade. for twelve years, you’ve blamed the crown on kyungsoo’s head for ripping your family apart, and the next time you hold a sword, it might just be up against his neck.

[pythonsociety]

i can’t fake humble just ’cause your ass is insecure: PYTHON SOCIETY is an fictional company founded in 2015 by hong kyungsoo. a study on how one man’s greed and lack of impulse control led to the downfall of at least 18 others. made by @dollsriot ( yara, any pronouns, twenty one, black ).

the idea of making a company was inspired by @pinkscaped @twnstr and all the other fic companies 🫵. i love all the lore and the drama and wanted to give it my best shot since i thought it’d be pretty fun. coloring by bilyaluv on polarr.