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Three women: an ambitious rookie cop, a rebellious ER doctor, and a quiet dance student, find themselves entangled in the dark, seductive world of Seoul’s Mafia.

On the other side: a brilliant Mafia boss, a cold-hearted enforcer, and a dangerously charming manipulator.

When their worlds collide, love and loyalty blur, and crossing the line may cost them everything.

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Genre: Mafia AU | Angst | Romance | Drama

Pairings: Suho x Min | Chanyeol x Nari | Baekhyun x Sunny

Warning ⚠️: Violence and physical altercations, mentions of death/murder, weapons use (guns, knives, etc.), swearing, mild suggestive themes or sexual tension , mentions of blood/injury (e.g., medical descriptions or violence-related wounds), morally gray characters/actions.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The office was a whirlwind of chaos as the mafia prepared to make another bold move, eliminating Police Chief Kang Hyu-cheol, the trusted right hand of Chief Im Dong-hyun. The air was thick with frustration and fear, tension mounting with each passing second.

Inside Chief Dong-hyun’s office, the phone on his desk rang incessantly, its shrill tone cutting through the suffocating silence. But Dong-hyun didn’t move. He sat frozen, his hands trembling slightly as the devastating news sunk in.

That was when his daughter, Min, burst into the office. Hyu-cheol had been more than her father’s right hand—he had been like an uncle to her, a steady and familiar presence throughout her life. But there was no time for grief, no space for weakness. Min forced herself to push aside the growing ache in her chest. She had to be strong. For her father.

“Dad…” she said softly, her voice laced with sadness, trying to mask the cracks threatening to form.

Her father didn’t respond. The only sound in the room was the muffled sobs he tried—and failed—to contain. As the cries turned into heavy, unrelenting weeping, Min’s heart clenched. She had never seen her father cry, not once in her life. The sight left her unmoored, unsure of how to react.

Slowly, she approached him, crouching beside his chair and gently taking hold of his arm, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Dad,” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “I promise you, we’re going to stop them. They won’t kill anyone else. Not on my watch.”

Her father’s tear-streaked face twisted with anguish. He knew better than anyone that this was a promise far beyond her control. And the thought of her being the mafia’s next target wrenched his heart painfully.

“You are not getting involved in this case,” he said, his voice hoarse but resolute as he fixed her with a desperate look. “Do you hear me?”

His words carried a weight that even his sobs couldn’t undermine. They were not a request—they were an order. An order born of fear, love, and the unbearable thought of losing the only family he had left.

Nestled in the secluded, impenetrable depths of Gwanmok Forest, the mansion stood like a phantom of power and wealth. It was a four-story architectural masterpiece, hidden from the world by twisted, unlit roads and signal-dead zones. Its modern façade exuded luxury—glass, steel, and stone fused seamlessly under the faint glow of the evening sky. Outside, an elegant cascading waterfall dominated the courtyard, flanked by well-manicured gardens. Gigantic gates guarded the property, reinforced with cutting-edge security.

Inside, the mansion was a labyrinth of purpose. The underground basements housed an expansive training facility and an arsenal of weapons and vehicles. The ground floor featured a state-of-the-art casino, a lavish bar, and a sprawling living room. Offices filled the first floor, equipped with high-tech surveillance and hacking equipment. The third floor was reserved for the minions and staff quarters, while the fourth was strictly for the core eight members—the Mafia’s elite. This uppermost level hosted their bedrooms and an ultra-private meeting room where only they gathered to decide the fate of their empire.

The core members sat around a sleek glass table in the dimly lit meeting room. Suho leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze scanning the room. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light from the digital screens that lined the walls.

“So, I’m assuming you’ve heard already,” Suho began, his voice calm yet cold. “Someone killed Hyu-cheol. But now the police are sniffing around.”

Sehun slouched in his chair, twirling a blade between his fingers. His irritation was palpable. “We’ve got too many businesses running right now to deal with this. The last thing we need is the cops breathing down our necks.”

“What’s the plan, then?” Xiumin asked, his tone steady as he folded his arms. Ever the reliable one, he was always ready for action but measured in his approach.

Suho’s expression remained unreadable as he replied, “They’ll probably send someone after us. We need to stay vigilant.”

Baekhyun smirked, leaning forward with his usual mischievous air. “And who’s going to come for us now that Hyu-cheol is out of the picture?”

D.O., seated at the far end, didn’t lift his eyes from his laptop as he tapped away. “From my sources, Hyu-cheol’s superior is Im Dong-hyun. Chief of Police in the Violent Crimes Division. He’s been in his position for over 12 years but has never touched a case involving the Mafia. Until now.”

Suho swirled the whiskey in his glass, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What else do we know about him?”

D.O. connected his laptop to the large screen at the front of the room. “Plenty,” he replied, his tone even. As the screen flickered to life, a profile of Dong-hyun appeared. “He’s 52. Solved dozens of high-profile cases, with a success rate of 97%. Widowed. Has diabetes, mild form. But here’s the interesting part—he has a daughter. An only child. His weakness.”

The room went silent for a moment, the implication sinking in.

“Should I give you more details about her?” D.O. asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Suho gave a curt nod.

D.O. clicked through the files. “She’s 25. A junior officer in the Violent Crimes Division. However, she’s been kept on low-risk cases—probably her father’s doing. She’s green but ambitious.”

The screen shifted to live surveillance footage, showing Min with two women walking inside of a café.

“Is this live?” Chen asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned forward.

“Yes,” D.O. confirmed.

“Who are those two with her?” Chanyeol asked, his deep voice breaking his usual silence.

D.O. pulled up their profiles. “Kim Nari, 24, a dancer at the Korean National Opera. And Han So-yeon, also known as Sunny, 25, a resident ER doctor.”

Baekhyun’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. “A cop, a doctor, and a dancer. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”

Kai, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “What’s their relevance to us?”

“They’re not involved in anything… yet,” D.O. said. “But they’re close to her. If we want leverage against Im Dong-hyun, they might be the key.”

Kai’s jaw tightened as he glanced at the screen. “Leverage is one thing, but dragging innocent people into this?” His rebellious streak was always at odds with his sense of loyalty to their moral code.

“They’re not innocent if they’re in our way,” Sehun said coldly, his eyes fixed on the screen. “If they want to protect her, they’ll become collateral damage.”

Suho raised his hand, silencing the room. “We’re not making any moves yet. Dong-hyun hasn’t come for us directly. But keep watching. If he does, we’ll use whatever means necessary to protect our empire. Understood?”

A collective murmur of agreement echoed through the room.

As the meeting adjourned, the tension lingered in the air, each member retreating to their thoughts, knowing that the storm brewing outside was just the beginning.

“However…” Suho’s voice cut through the air, halting the members who were halfway out of their seats. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with a faint smirk. “I’ll need you to keep an eye on them.”

Chanyeol let out an arrogant laugh, crossing his arms. “That’s newbie work. Why don’t we send lower ranked staff ? They got time to waste.”

Suho raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. His smirk deepened. “So, we have a volunteer?” he asked, looking straight at Chanyeol. The room chuckled lightly, Suho’s mockery evident.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “This is bullshit.”

“You think so?” Suho said with a teasing laugh. “Then maybe you’re not as elite as you claim to be.”

Baekhyun sighed dramatically, tossing his head back. “Enough of this. We’ve got the China export to handle. Don’t tell me you expect us to babysit on top of everything else.”

Suho’s tone turned sharp, commanding the room’s attention. “That’s why you’re here, Baekhyun. Because you’re elite. You’re not just muscles and charm, you can multitask.”

Baekhyun groaned but didn’t argue further.

“I’ll keep tabs on Dong-hyun and his daughter,” Suho continued, his gaze shifting across the table. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun, you’ll keep an eye on the other two—Nari and Sunny. D.O., keep digging into their backgrounds. Report everything to me.”

D.O. gave a subtle nod, already processing the assignment in his head.

Chen, leaning casually against the wall, spoke up. “Who do you think killed Hyu-cheol? Was it the China Mafia?”

“Probably,” Suho admitted, his voice laced with frustration. “But we don’t have proof yet.” His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table as he continued. “They’ve been waiting for an opening since they betrayed us years ago. They’ve grown fast, too fast. But let’s be clear: they’re still not on our level.”

The room grew quiet as Suho’s words sank in. Everyone understood the gravity of the situation. Betrayal wasn’t something Suho, or the EXO Mafia would forgive easily.

The café buzzed softly with the hum of casual chatter and the clinking of cups against saucers. Nari, Min, and Sunny had just stepped inside, their presence turning a few heads—not that they noticed. Min chose a cozy table near the back, away from prying ears.

“Thanks for coming,” Min said after they sat down, her tone heavy with unspoken tension. She rubbed her temples as if trying to massage away the weight of her thoughts.

“Is it true?” Nari asked carefully. “About the Chief of Police being murdered?”

Sunny leaned back in her chair, her expression serious for once. “Yeah,” she said, her tone low. “The ER was a mess when his body came in for the autopsy. You wouldn’t believe the chaos.”

Nari blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Wait, so you saw him?”

Sunny shook her head quickly. “No. I didn’t see him. It’s just… bad news spreads fast, you know?”

Min exhaled sharply, frustration evident in the way she clenched her fists. “I swear I’ll catch them one day,” she muttered, her voice filled with determination.

Sunny, ever the chaotic one, leaned forward with a playful grin. “And what if they catch you instead?” she teased. “Imagine being kidnapped by a mafia boss. How thrilling would that be?” Her laugh rang out, light and carefree.

Nari rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Why am I not even surprised you’d find something like that exciting?”

The three of them laughed, the tension momentarily easing. Still, Min’s eyes kept darting to the security cameras positioned around the café.

“Min, are you okay?” Nari asked, noticing her distraction.

“Yeah…” Min said, forcing a smile. But the crease between her brows told a different story.

Sunny clapped her hands together suddenly, snapping them out of the moment. “Anyway! Are you guys coming with me this weekend to the casino? I got invited by this guy who came to the ER, someone cut off one of his fingers. Poor guy.”

Nari’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Are you sure it’s a good idea to go to a place like that with everything happening? The Mafia’s all over the city right now!”

Sunny waved her hand dismissively. “That’s why we’re taking Miss Police Officer over here.” She pointed dramatically at Min. “If anything happens, she can arrest them or something.”

Min’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “That might actually help me find some clues. Could be useful.”

Sunny grinned, victorious. “See? Even Min thinks it’s a good idea.”

Nari hesitated but finally sighed in resignation. “Fine. But if we end up in trouble, you’re the one explaining it to the authorities, Sunny.”

Sunny laughed, clapping her hands. “Deal. So it’s official, we’re going!”

As they continued talking, Min’s eyes lingered on the cameras once more, that nagging feeling of being watched refusing to leave her.

Next day , the ER was loud and chaotic, exactly like Sunny herself. The constant buzz of ringing phones, nurses barking orders, and patients crying out in pain seemed to mirror her personality. She fit perfectly there, like chaos personified in a white coat.

From kids with appendicitis to car crash victims, births to toddlers with high fevers, Sunny had seen it all in just one day. Yet, amidst the overwhelming energy of her job, her mind kept circling back to the conversation she’d had with Nari and Min the day before.

Mafia. The word held an allure she couldn’t quite resist. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at her, fear rarely fazed Sunny. No, it was curiosity, a deep itch she couldn’t ignore. And that curiosity was about to lead her somewhere she’d never ventured before.

The morgue.

The cold, sterile basement of the hospital wasn’t a place Sunny frequented. She’d avoided it thus far, preferring the chaos of the ER to the stillness of death. But now, her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

When she pushed open the heavy metal door, the temperature dropped immediately, sending a chill down her spine. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights echoed in the empty space.

“Of course, it’s freezing down here,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms.

“Sunny?” came a voice from across the room.

She turned to see Jayhun, another resident doctor, standing by a desk piled with papers. He looked up, slightly surprised to see her there.

“Hello, Jay!” Sunny said brightly, masking her discomfort. She walked over to him, her usual confident stride intact. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

Jayhun nodded, setting down his pen. “Sure. What’s up?”

Sunny leaned slightly against the desk. “Were you here when they brought in Hyu-cheol? The police chief?”

Jayhun’s brows furrowed, his focus shifting to her fully. “Yeah,” he said slowly, almost cautiously. “Do you want to know about him?”

Sunny nodded eagerly, but Jayhun was already flipping through some documents. He handed her a report, his expression unreadable.

Sunny scanned the page, her eyes widening. “Wow… was he stabbed? I was expecting something a bit more, what’s the word, classy from the Mafia. Guns or something, you know?”

Jayhun stiffened, his gaze narrowing. “How do you know it was the Mafia?”

Sunny, always quick with her tongue, shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else? He was working on Mafia cases, wasn’t he? Seems logical.”

Jayhun’s tone turned sharp, almost defensive. “You don’t know that.”

Sensing the tension, Sunny decided not to push further. “Right, right. Just speculation,” she said lightly, setting the report back on his desk. “Thanks for this.”

Jayhun didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still on her as she turned and left.

By the time Sunny returned to her floor, the usual chaos had resumed. Nurses rushed by with clipboards, and a patient’s groan echoed faintly from a nearby room. She headed straight to her locker, where she pulled out her phone and dialed Min.

Min answered on the second ring. “Sunny? What’s up?”

Sunny didn’t waste time. “I just came from the morgue. Hyu-cheol was stabbed, Min. Not shot, not poisoned—stabbed. Doesn’t that seem… off?”

Min’s voice was calm but laced with tension. “I already know. I got the autopsy report earlier today.”

Sunny leaned against her locker, frowning. “Oh. Well, doesn’t that strike you as weird? I thought the was all about guns these days.”

“They are,” Min admitted. “That’s what’s bothering me. They haven’t used knives in years, and the location where Hyu-cheol’s body was found, it’s not one of their usual spots. Something doesn’t add up.”

Sunny could hear the frustration in her friend’s voice. “So… what now?”

“I keep digging,” Min said firmly. “And I keep my father from finding out how involved I am. He’s already trying to push me off this case.”

Sunny smirked. “Good luck with that. We both know you’re as stubborn as they come.”

Chanyeol wasn’t happy. In fact, he was downright pissed.

Sitting in the shadows of the opera’s vast auditorium, he leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The rehearsal was in full swing, with dancers moving fluidly across the stage. But his eyes were glued to one figure: Nari.

She stood out effortlessly, not just because of her beauty but because of the way she moved. Graceful yet powerful, she commanded attention without even trying. Chanyeol hated to admit it, but she was captivating.

Still, that didn’t make this assignment any less irritating.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Baekhyun.

“What?” Baekhyun’s voice came through, annoyed.

“This is pure bullshit,” Chanyeol hissed. “Is Suho testing us or what?”

Baekhyun chuckled dryly. “I agree. We’ve got a billion better things to worry about than babysitting some girls.”

“At least yours is a little interesting,” Chanyeol shot back. “I have to sit here watching Miss Little Swan do pirouettes.” His tone was dripping with disdain.

Baekhyun laughed outright, clearly enjoying Chanyeol’s misery. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her talent.”

Chanyeol growled into the phone. “Shut up. Have you found out anything about Sunny yet?”

Baekhyun sobered slightly. “Yeah. My guy inside, Jayhun, told me she went to the morgue asking questions about Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. “She’s nosy. That could be a problem.”

“No kidding,” Baekhyun replied. “But if she keeps poking around, it might actually help us figure out who killed Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear, if this turns into more of a headache, I’m done.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Yeah, sure. Like Suho’s going to let you off the hook that easily.”

Chanyeol hung up, his eyes drifting back to the stage. Nari was in the middle of a complicated routine, her movements so precise they seemed almost effortless.

The rehearsal had finally wrapped up after what felt like an eternity to Chanyeol. The dancers filed out of the auditorium, their tired chatter echoing through the space. But, of course, Miss Little Swan had to stay behind.

From his hidden corner, Chanyeol watched as Nari moved across the stage, repeating the same spin over and over again. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her movements sharp yet fluid. She seemed completely unaware of the emptiness around her, completely focused on getting every detail right.

“Perfectionist,” Chanyeol muttered under his breath, tapping his finger against the armrest of his chair.

Just then, movement near the stage caught his eye. Yoomi, one of the cleaning staff, appeared, struggling to carry a basket loaded with cleaning supplies and brooms that looked far too heavy for her.

Before Chanyeol could even consider stepping in—though, realistically, he had no intention of doing so—Nari noticed the older woman. She stopped mid-spin, her expression instantly softening. Without hesitation, she jogged over to Minji and took the basket from her hands.

“Oh, Minji! You should’ve called someone to help you,” Nari scolded gently, her voice warm and full of concern.

Minji smiled gratefully, brushing her hands off on her apron. “Ah, you’re too kind, Nari. Thank you, dear.”

Nari set the basket down and straightened up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s nothing. You shouldn’t be carrying something so heavy by yourself.”

As they spoke, their laughter filled the otherwise quiet auditorium. Chanyeol’s brows furrowed slightly.

“You were amazing today,” Minji said, her eyes lighting up. “I was watching from the back. You’re more and more perfect every day.”

Nari waved a hand dismissively, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re too kind, Yoomi. I’m far from perfect. There’s still so much I need to work on.”

“Nonsense,” Minji said firmly. “You shine brighter than anyone else on that stage.”

Nari tried to laugh off the compliment, changing the subject. “How’s your husband? He was sick last week, wasn’t he?”

Minji's face softened at the mention of her husband. “He’s much better, thanks to those medicines you sent us. I don’t know how to thank you, Nari.”

Nari reached out and hugged Yoomi, her genuine warmth practically radiating from her. “Please don’t mention it. I was happy to help. I’m just glad he’s feeling better.”

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction. There was something almost unnerving about how kind she was. That kind of kindness could easily get her in trouble. People like her, soft-hearted, selfless, were easy targets.

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. He used to be like that once, before life beat it out of him. Nari didn’t seem like someone who’d been through that kind of hardship. She had no idea how cruel the world could be.

Too naive, he thought grimly. She won’t survive like that.

Just as he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts, a ringtone broke the silence, snapping him back to reality.

Nari fished her phone out of her bag and answered it, her voice light and cheerful. “Sunny? Hey! How was your shift?”

Chanyeol sat up slightly, straining to catch snippets of the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m done here… No, I stayed a little longer. You know how it is,” Nari said, laughing softly.

Her tone shifted slightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness creeping in. “Wait, where did you say? The casino? At the periphery of Seoul?”

Chanyeol’s interest was piqued. A casino?

Nari paused, biting her lip. “I don’t know, Sunny. That sounds… well, a little sketchy.”

Chanyeol smirked faintly. At least she’s got some sense.

But then she sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. But if anything weird happens, you’re buying me lunch for the rest of the month.”

She hung up, shaking her head with a small smile.

Chanyeol’s smirk faded. A casino on the outskirts of Seoul? That was dangerous territory—too dangerous for someone like her.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Baekhyun.

“Now what?” Baekhyun answered, his tone exasperated.

“They’re going to a casino tonight,” Chanyeol said flatly, his jaw tightening.

“A casino?” Baekhyun echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, that’s… unexpected.”

“Yeah, and it’s one of those casinos. The ones Suho told us to stay clear of unless absolutely necessary.”

Baekhyun let out a low whistle. “Guess you’ll be working overtime tonight, huh?”

Chanyeol ignored the jab. “Just keep an eye on Sunny from your end. I’ll handle this.”

“Good luck with that,” Baekhyun said with a chuckle. “Sounds like your Little Swan is going to be a handful.”

Chanyeol hung up without replying, his eyes narrowing as he watched Nari gather her things and leave the stage.

“Handful doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he muttered, rising from his seat and disappearing into the shadows.

The Paradise Casino exuded a level of luxury and exclusivity that instantly caught their attention. Warm, golden lighting cascaded through shimmering metallic curtains that hung like drapes over sections of the vast room. Tables with sleek, polished finishes were surrounded by plush, leather chairs. The patterned carpets in deep shades of black and gold gave the space an air of sophistication, while the soft hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from a winning hand filled the air. Private rooms were tucked away on an upper level, accessible only by a staircase with glowing railings, reserved for the wealthiest or most dangerous guests.

Sunny parked the Mini Cooper, and the three of them stepped out, adjusting their outfits to shield themselves from the cold. Nari tugged at her dress uncomfortably as they approached the entrance.

“This place looks… a little too fancy for us,” Nari muttered, glancing at the extravagant decor visible through the grand glass doors.

“It’s perfect,” Sunny said confidently, adjusting her blonde bangs and flashing a mischievous grin. “A little glamour never hurt anyone. Plus, it’s not like we’re here to gamble our life savings—just to look around.”

“You’ve never been to a casino before, though, right?” Nari asked, frowning.

“Nope, but how hard can it be?” Sunny replied nonchalantly. “Besides, if anything goes wrong, Min’s got her cop badge, right?”

Min laughed as they stepped inside. “Yeah, sure, that’ll help. Too bad I couldn’t smuggle my gun in here. Don’t worry, though—I’ve got my intimidating glare.” She winked at Nari, who groaned softly.

“This feels like a terrible idea,” Nari whispered under her breath, but neither of her friends seemed to hear her over the upbeat jazz music playing in the background.

They found a cozy booth near the center of the room and ordered a round of cocktails. Sunny pouted when her virgin mojito arrived. “This sucks—I can’t even have a real drink.”

“You don’t need alcohol to cause chaos,” Nari teased, finally relaxing enough to join in the banter. “You’re a walking hurricane.”

Sunny laughed, raising her glass. “Cheers to that!”

As they laughed and sipped their drinks, they were completely unaware of the three pairs of watchful eyes tracking their every move from a shadowed corner of the casino. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun sat at a private booth, blending seamlessly into the opulent surroundings. All three were dressed in sharp, tailored suits that screamed power and authority, their weapons concealed but easily accessible.

“This is ridiculous,” Chanyeol muttered, his eyes narrowing as he observed the girls. “Why are we babysitting?”

“Maybe Suho wanted to see if you’d finally develop a soft spot for someone,” Baekhyun teased, smirking as he swirled his drink. “Look at you, playing bodyguard.”

Chanyeol scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “At least your target has some spice. I’m stuck watching a ballerina who thinks the world’s all sunshine and rainbows.”

“You sound jealous,” Baekhyun quipped. “I, for one, am enjoying this. Who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen.”

As if on cue, a tall blonde man approached the girls’ table. All three of the men stiffened slightly when they recognized him.

“Luhan,” Baekhyun said under his breath, rolling his eyes. “What are the odds?”

Sehun smirked. “This might actually get entertaining. Luhan’s probably got a pocketful of drugs ready to spike their drinks.”

“We’re not letting that happen,” Chanyeol said sharply. His voice was low but commanding, leaving no room for argument. He gestured to one of the casino’s staff—a man loyal to their mafia—and whispered instructions. Within minutes, the waitress carrying the girls’ drinks accidentally stumbled, spilling the contents before they could take a sip.

“Crisis averted,” Baekhyun said, watching the scene unfold. “Luhan must be fuming.”

Back at the girls’ table, Luhan had introduced himself as one of the casino’s owners, sliding smoothly into the seat beside Nari. His charming smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and Min immediately felt her guard go up.

“Are you ladies having fun?” he asked, his voice dripping with charisma. “I hope the Paradise Casino is treating you well.”

“It’s nice,” Sunny said, shrugging. “But it could be more exciting.”

Luhan chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your evening more… memorable.”

“Actually, we’re waiting for some friends to join us,” Min said quickly, her instincts telling her to lie. She met Luhan’s gaze with practiced calm, but she wasn’t sure if he believed her.

Luhan’s smile widened. “Of course. I hope you enjoy your time here.” With that, he stood and walked away, leaving a faint trace of expensive cologne in his wake.

“Creepy,” Nari whispered, shivering slightly.

Meanwhile, back at the corner booth, Sehun laughed quietly. “Luhan and his old tricks. Think he’ll try again?”

“Probably,” Baekhyun said, already losing interest. “He can’t help himself.”

Chanyeol’s expression darkened. “We need to keep them out of trouble. I’ll handle it if Luhan tries anything else.”

As Min decided to approach Luhan for more information, Sunny and Nari wandered over to the gaming tables. Sunny, with her usual confidence, tried her hand at a slot machine, while Nari stayed close by, clearly uncomfortable but putting on a brave face.

“Relax,” Sunny said, nudging her friend playfully. “It’s just for fun. Who knows? Maybe you’ll hit the jackpot.”

Nari forced a smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Little did she know, Chanyeol’s sharp eyes were locked on her every move, his protective instincts kicking in despite himself.

Nari’s head felt heavy as the overwhelming glitz of the casino grew too much to bear. The loud chatter, the relentless lights, and the haze of cigarette smoke pressed down on her chest. She needed air. Spotting a side door near the back, she slipped away unnoticed by her friends.

The cool night air greeted her as she stepped outside into a dimly lit alley behind the casino. She exhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind, but her relief was short-lived.

“Lost, sweetheart?”

Nari froze. Two men emerged from the shadows, their grins wide and uninviting. Their suits were cheap, their demeanor cocky, and their intentions unmistakable.

“I was just leaving,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

But they didn’t move aside. One of them stepped closer, his eyes shamelessly trailing down her sparkling black dress. “Leaving? Not so fast. Stay a while. Let’s chat.”

Nari’s stomach churned as panic began to set in. She instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t be shy,” the other one chimed in. “We don’t bite.

When the first man reached out, his hand brushing against her lower back, Nari felt as though ice had suddenly gripped her spine. Before she could react, a deep, commanding voice echoed from the darkness.

“I’d remove that hand if I were you.”

The air turned frigid, as if winter had arrived in that alley alone. Nari shivered, her dress doing little to protect her from the sudden chill. She turned her head toward the source of the voice and froze.

He stepped into the faint light, his towering figure dominating the space. Nari was tall, but he was taller—a striking man with fiery red hair that seemed to glow even in the dimness. His dark suit was pristine, tailored perfectly to his lean but powerful frame.

The two men immediately paled, their bravado vanishing. One of them stammered, “W-We didn’t mean any harm—”

Chanyeol didn’t let him finish. His piercing gaze bore into them, his voice low and menacing. “Leave her alone. Now. Unless you want to leave here in pieces.”

The menace in his tone was undeniable. The men didn’t need a second warning. They scurried away like rats, throwing fearful glances over their shoulders as they disappeared into the night.

Nari was rooted in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Was he dangerous? Probably. But he had just saved her, and for some reason, that thought was oddly comforting.

“You okay?” his voice was softer now, breaking through her haze.

She nodded mutely, unable to find her voice.

Satisfied, he turned to leave, but just as he was about to disappear into the shadows, she finally managed to speak. “Thank you.”

He paused for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. His lips twitched upward, barely forming the shadow of a smile, but he said nothing as he walked away.

As she watched him disappear into the night, her thoughts raced. He was polished, expensive-looking, and dangerously handsome. But there was something about his cold aura that unsettled her. Who was he?

Chanyeol, meanwhile, felt equally distracted. He hadn’t planned to intervene, but seeing her there—vulnerable and out of place—something in him snapped. And then he remembered her from the opera. That kind smile she had given the cleaning lady. That softness. That light. It was a stark contrast to the world he lived in.

Something was wrong, and he knew it.

Nari returned to the casino, weaving through the crowd until she spotted Min and Sunny at a table. The two were playing some game she had only ever seen in movies, laughing and teasing each other like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Min immediately noticed her friend’s tense demeanor. “What happened?” she asked, her tone low and concerned.

“Nothing,” Nari lied, shaking her head. But she couldn’t hide the distracted way her eyes scanned the room, searching for a flash of red hair.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was thick with tension. Suho sat at the head of the table, his expression thunderous. Everyone else remained silent, knowing better than to speak when their leader was in this mood.

“I have information,” Suho began, his voice sharp and controlled, “that the Chinese mafia might be here in Korea.”

“‘Might’?” Baekhyun scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Do you mean ‘definitely,’ or are we just guessing?”

Chanyeol cut in, his voice calm but firm. “It’s confirmed. We saw Luhan earlier tonight at the casino.”

A murmur spread through the group.

“That means they’re responsible for Hyucheol,” Xiumin said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“It’s not just about him,” Baekhyun muttered, swearing under his breath. “If they’re here, they’re not just sending hitmen. They’re here for us.”

“There’s another problem,” Chanyeol added, his tone darkening. “We saw Luhan talking to someone. The police chief’s daughter.”

The room went silent. Suho’s expression didn’t change, but the way his eyes darkened made everyone uneasy. He stared down at the reports in front of him, deep in thought.

“D.O.?” Suho finally asked, breaking the silence.

D.O. pushed his laptop forward, his tone calm but precise. “I hacked into the airport arrivals data and CCTV footage. It’s confirmed—they’re here. But they arranged to avoid all customs and registration checks.”

He clicked a button, and a grainy video played on the screen. Four men were seen leaving a private jet.

“They didn’t even try to hide,” Chen muttered, recognizing their faces immediately.

“So, all of them are here,” Xiumin said, his voice grim. “They’re up to something big.”

“That’s why we need to stay vigilant,” Suho said sharply. His eyes swept across the room, landing on each member in turn. “No distractions.” He put heavy emphasis on the last word.

The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone knew the storm was coming—they just didn’t know when it would hit.

The meeting room fell into a tense silence after Suho’s final declaration. Everyone exchanged heavy glances. They all knew the reputation of the China mafia—their cruelty, their resources, and their mastery of manipulation. It wasn’t just another gang. It was an organization that thrived on fear and annihilation.

“For now,” Suho broke the silence, his voice sharp and authoritative, “we stick to our assignments and routines. Nothing changes. I’ll assign more guards to the house and our bases. Stay vigilant.”

His gaze shifted to Sehun and Kai. “You two will find them. Track their movements, figure out what they’re planning. Report directly to me. No screw-ups.”

Kai nodded curtly, already processing the task at hand. Sehun, however, smirked as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

“And while we’re out there doing the real work,” Sehun drawled, looking straight at Chanyeol and Baekhyun, “you two can keep babysitting.”

Chanyeol narrowed his eyes, his irritation visible, but it was Baekhyun who immediately fired back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Aw, Sehun. Don’t be jealous that Suho doesn’t trust you with important tasks like babysitting. It requires tact, charm, and brains—three things you seriously lack.”

Sehun laughed mockingly, leaning forward. “Say that again after you’ve had your first successful mission in, what, a decade?”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to retort, but Suho slammed his palm on the table. “Enough!” His sharp tone sliced through the room, silencing them instantly. “This isn’t a game. Act like the professionals you’re supposed to be, or I’ll find people who can.”

The tension thickened as both Sehun and Baekhyun sat back in silence, their glares still burning.

Suho turned to D.O. with a slight nod, his voice measured but firm. “D.O., any progress on the police chief’s daughter?”

D.O. smirked faintly, sliding a folder across the table toward Suho. It was thicker than any of them expected. “A little,” he said, his tone smug.

Suho opened the folder, and his brows furrowed in surprise at the sheer volume of information. The others couldn’t help but glance curiously as Suho flipped through the pages—her academic records, family history, career achievements, and even candid photographs.

“Impressive,” Suho murmured, still scanning through the file. His tone was calm, but there was an edge of satisfaction.

When the meeting adjourned, the others filtered out of the room. Suho stayed behind, seated at the head of the table with the folder open in front of him. His eyes lingered on a photograph of Min at the police academy. There was something about her—a spark of determination in her eyes that caught his attention. “This girl…” he muttered to himself, tapping the edge of the photo absentmindedly.

The next day at the violent crimes office was as chaotic as usual—phones ringing, detectives arguing, and paperwork scattered across desks. Min entered her father’s office to find him pacing furiously, yelling into the phone.

“This is unacceptable! You’ve had this information for weeks, and you’re telling me now?!” Chief Im’s voice boomed, his face red with anger. When the call ended, he slammed the phone down, the sound echoing through the room.

“Wow,” Min said with a soft chuckle, closing the door behind her. “I haven’t seen you this mad in a while. What’s going on?”

Her father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “This damn mafia… They’re causing problems again. Every lead is a dead end, and now this.”

“Well,” Min said brightly, leaning against his desk, “I might have some good news. But first, you have to promise to let me get involved.”

Her father shot her a sharp look. “Yoon-min, no. Absolutely not. This is dangerous work—too dangerous for you.”

“Dad, come on,” she said, exasperated. “You know I’ve been training for this my entire career. Trust me. I can handle it.”

Chief Im rubbed his temples, clearly torn. After a long pause, he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But listen to me—if anything happens, even the smallest thing, you’re out. Do you understand me?”

Min rolled her eyes but nodded. “Got it, Dad. Now, let me show you what I found.”

She placed a set of papers on his desk and began explaining. “I’ve been looking into the Guan-mok forest on the outskirts of Seoul. The satellite maps of the area have been tampered with—likely hacked. There’s no other explanation for the discrepancies I found. It looks like someone erased key details from the system, possibly to hide something. If my theory is correct, this forest is being used as a base or meeting point.”

Chief Im’s brows furrowed as he leaned over the papers, clearly impressed.

“But there’s a downside,” Min continued. “The forest is huge. There’s no signal out there, which means any search would be difficult and dangerous. And if they’re hiding something, there’s bound to be security—probably armed.”

Her father stared at her, a mix of disbelief and pride on his face. “How… How did you even find all of this?”

Min smirked and crossed her arms. “I have my ways. Maybe you should trust me more often.”

Chief Im sighed again, sitting heavily in his chair. “You’re just like your mother,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Min smiled softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Be careful, Yoon-min,” he said, his tone serious. “This isn’t a game. These people don’t play fair, and they don’t give second chances.”

“I know,” she said firmly. “But I’m ready.”

As she left the office, Min couldn’t shake the feeling that her father was holding something back—something that made him more anxious than usual. She resolved to get to the bottom of it, no matter the risk.

It was late, and the fluorescent streetlights cast long shadows over the empty parking lot as Sunny finally clocked out from her grueling shift at the hospital. She stifled a yawn, her legs aching from the endless hours on her feet. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since lunch. Cooking was out of the question—she was far too tired—so she decided to stop at a small convenience store on her way home to grab something quick.

Sliding into her car, she sighed deeply, cranking the engine to life. The short drive to the store felt like a blur, her exhaustion making every second drag. When she arrived, she parked near the front of the shop, noting how deserted the parking lot looked. A chill ran down her spine, but she brushed it off, blaming her overworked nerves.

Baekhyun was leaning against a car near the edge of the lot, a cigarette between his fingers. The soft glow of the ember illuminated his sharp features in the dark, his gaze distant as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Tonight had been another headache—Suho’s warnings about the Chinese mafia lingered in his mind, but Baekhyun wasn’t the type to stress outwardly. His moment of solitude didn’t last long, though.

A man emerged from the shadows. Baekhyun noticed him too late; the stranger lunged at him, catching him off guard. A punch landed squarely on Baekhyun’s jaw, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping down his chin. The taste of iron filled his mouth as pain radiated through his face, but Baekhyun quickly regained his composure.

“You really picked the wrong guy,” Baekhyun muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

The man didn’t have time to react before Baekhyun grabbed him by the collar, slamming him to the ground with a force that made the concrete echo. The stranger scrambled to his feet, realizing his mistake as he caught the cold, murderous glint in Baekhyun’s eyes. Without another word, he turned and ran, disappearing into the night like a coward.

Baekhyun wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, muttering a curse under his breath. He leaned against his car, trying to gather himself when he heard the faint sound of heels clicking on the pavement.

Sunny emerged from the store, a small bag of groceries in hand. She was heading to her car when her eyes landed on Baekhyun. Her jaw dropped at the sight of his bloodied face, and the bag slipped from her hands, its contents spilling across the asphalt.

“Wait here!” she called out, rushing to her car to grab the first aid kit she always kept in her trunk.

Baekhyun straightened, surprised by her sudden urgency. Before he could say anything, she was back, gloves on her hands and a determined look in her eyes.

“Let me help you,” Sunny said firmly, her usual playful tone replaced by the authoritative voice of a doctor.

“It’s just blood,” Baekhyun replied dismissively, turning his face away. “I’m not dying.”

“Stop being difficult,” she snapped, moving closer. Her hands were steady, and her focus was sharp. “Sit still, or this will hurt more than it already does.”

Baekhyun froze, caught off guard by her no-nonsense attitude. He allowed her to clean the blood off his face and examine the cut on his lip. As her fingers brushed against his skin, he found himself staring at her. Her concentration was unyielding, her brow slightly furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

“There,” she said softly after a moment, stepping back and handing him an ice pack. “It’s not too bad, but you should keep this on for a while to stop the swelling.”

Baekhyun smirked faintly. “You’re pretty bossy for someone I just met.”

Sunny rolled her eyes. “And you’re pretty stubborn for someone bleeding all over the place.”

She packed up her kit, but her concern lingered. “What happened? Did someone just randomly attack you? If you want, I can call my friend—she’s with the police. She could help you file a report.”

Baekhyun let out a dry laugh. “A report? For some idiot who doesn’t even know how to throw a punch?” He wiped at the dried blood on his jaw. “Trust me, he’s not worth the trouble.”

Sunny frowned at his harsh tone but didn’t press further. “Well, with the mafia out there, you really should be more careful,” she said, half-joking but still somewhat serious.

Her words struck a chord, but Baekhyun hid his reaction behind a cold expression. “You’re one to talk. It’s late. You should go home.”

Sunny hesitated for a moment but nodded, realizing she wasn’t going to get much more out of him. “Alright. Take care of yourself,” she said, offering a small wave as she got into her car.

Baekhyun watched her drive away, her taillights disappearing into the distance. He touched the bandage on his lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “The mafia’s out there,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Something about her amused him, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, stepping on it before getting into his car. As he drove off, he couldn’t stop thinking about the strange girl who’d patched him up without a second thought. Maybe the night wasn’t so bad after all.

Baekhyun lay on his bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the memory of the interaction in the parking lot. The way Sunny’s hands moved so delicately, yet with determination, while treating his wound. Her serious tone, so unlike her usual playful nature, had stirred something deep inside him.

“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. The thought of her concerned face kept replaying in his mind, and it annoyed him that she had this kind of effect on him. He wasn’t supposed to care.

The next evening, Chanyeol found himself in the opera house, a place he never thought he’d willingly go to. The grandeur of the venue was almost suffocating, and he felt out of place in the first row among elegantly dressed patrons. But he didn’t care—his attention was solely on the stage.

The performance began, and as soon as Nari appeared, he felt the air in his lungs catch. Her costume was a deep red, adorned with intricate gold details that shimmered under the lights. A glittering tiara rested on her head, completing her regal appearance. Her long dark hair was perfectly swept back into a bun, emphasizing her graceful neck and delicate features.

She moved like she owned the stage—powerful and precise yet ethereal. Every leap and turn was executed with perfection, her slender frame defying gravity. Chanyeol couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked fearless, unstoppable, and yet, in her quieter movements, there was a fragility that tugged at something in him.

When their eyes met during her solo, it was as if time froze. Her steps faltered ever so slightly, but she recovered quickly, resuming her choreography with an elegance that masked the momentary lapse. For Chanyeol, however, that brief connection lingered like an echo in his mind. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He stared at the image for a second, frowning, unsure why he had even taken it.

When the show ended, the applause was thunderous, echoing through the grand hall. As the crowd began to disperse, Chanyeol stayed in his seat, watching the dancers congratulate one another. His sharp eyes scanned the room, noting how Nari stood off to the side, her smile radiant but solitary. No family. No friends.

As the room emptied, he approached the stage. She noticed him, her expression shifting into one of faint surprise before she stepped closer.

“Congratulations,” he said softly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet space.

Her smile widened, though he caught a glimmer of something else in her eyes. “Thank you. Did you enjoy the performance? Are you a fan of ballet?”

“I’m not,” he replied bluntly. “I was here by mistake.” His tone was cold, sharp, and he immediately regretted it when her smile wavered for a split second.

Nari tilted her head, studying him with quiet curiosity. “Then I suppose I should feel honored to have accidentally gained your attention.”

He didn’t respond, instead glancing around the now-empty theater. “No one’s here for you? You’re the lead, though.”

Her smile remained, but the sadness in her aura was unmistakable. “I don’t have anybody,” she said simply, her voice light, as if the statement was a fact she’d long accepted. Before he could respond, a voice called her name from backstage.

“Excuse me,” she said, stepping back. Then, as if compelled by something, he added, “You were amazing.”

She paused, meeting his gaze one last time, her smile softening. “Thank you.” And with that, she disappeared backstage, leaving Chanyeol standing there, his thoughts in disarray.

The atmosphere in Gwanmok Forest was tense, the dense canopy of trees blocking out most of the evening light. Min adjusted her flashlight, leading the team deeper into the woods.

“Are we ready?” she asked, her voice brisk and authoritative as she scanned the group of officers.

Her father, Chief Im Dong-hyun, shot her a stern look. “Min, don’t stray too far from me.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, though her excitement was palpable. She had a hunch about this place, and she was determined to prove herself right.

As the team trudged through the underbrush, Min’s sharp eyes caught something—faint tire tracks embedded in the dirt. She grinned triumphantly. “We’re on the right track,” she whispered to herself.

But as they ventured deeper, the forest grew eerily quiet, and the fading light made the shadows seem alive. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine broke the silence. Min’s heart raced as she and her father ducked into the bushes, switching off their flashlights.

A sleek black SUV came into view, its headlights slicing through the darkness. Behind the wheel was a tall man with striking red hair. He exuded an aura of danger, his sharp eyes scanning the forest as if he sensed he was being watched.

“Recognize him?” Min whispered.

Her father shook his head. “No, but he’s not in any of our reports. We’ve got confirmation—there’s mafia activity here.”

Min’s pulse quickened, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. But her father placed a firm hand on her arm. “It’s getting dark. We should regroup and come back tomorrow.”

Min hesitated, her instincts urging her to push forward. “Just a little further,” she pleaded. Without waiting for his approval, she moved ahead.

Soon, the forest opened up, revealing a massive, ominous castle-like structure. Min’s breath hitched. “This is it,” she whispered, barely containing her excitement.

Before they could approach, the other officers joined them. But their victory was short-lived. Out of the shadows, armed figures emerged, encircling the group.

“Drop your weapons,” a deep voice commanded.

The red-haired man from the SUV stepped forward, a smug grin on his face. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost police party?”

Min clenched her fists, her mind racing as her father stepped protectively in front of her. The tension crackled in the air, the standoff on the verge of exploding.

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Relationship with SuperM

Taemin sees her as a little sister - he sees her as like, a distant sister because the other SHINee members kind of raised her on the side as well lol. He likes being around her because he finds her cold outer appearance interesting and amusing for him (one of the few who were not scared of her at first)

They got closer once the announcement of SuperM was released to them, they now had an opportunity to really hang out and get to know each other

They bond over the other SHINee members first before they venture out and talk about other random stuff

Now, they really do see each other as siblings, teasing each other all the time - he especially loves teasing her that he is the older one out of the two

They also bond over dancing

She's not super good like him, of course, but she is pretty good at dancing for someone who only started dancing when they became a trainee - Taemin and her spend time dancing together, and he helps her to improve further

Sometimes they will release a surprise video of the two dancing together, just to create chaos with their fans

Nari was the female voice featured in Taemin's song 'Idea'

He found her intriguing when she was a trainee - she wasn't bright and bubbly like other female trainees, but was calm and collected, not showing much expression

It made him want to crack that mask and make her laugh or express another emotion

He couldn't do it that much back then, her walls were pretty up and strong, but after she debuted and they were put together for SuperM, he was on a mission

Slipped through her walls through his comedy acts, making her laugh a lot with the others

But he definitely got her when he took the role of leader in SuperM and looked after them all; she grew to lean on him and trust him

After some bonding time, they became siblings with him being the annoying older brother to her, and her becoming the little sister to him that he just wants to tease and coddle at the same time

He is immune to her cold and intimidating appearance. He looks at her and just thinks, "I'm gonna annoy her until she tries to end my life."

Apart from the constant teasing, they really perform well together, and he loves singing with her - her alto voice blends well with his singing, and they love to have high note singing competitions lololol

He found her scary...

But thanks to Baekhyun, he realised that she wasn't scary and was a nice person

He loooovvess to tease her - especially when it comes to their age; he likes to remind her that he is older than her by a year (I don't know why he does that, he just finds it amusing)

Nari is ready to throw hands when he continues teasing her - he's like an annoying older brother for her, always teasing her and bothering her

Kai loves seeing her reaction whenever he bothers her - but he's ready to run when it looks like Nari wants to commit a crime and is staring directly at him

Outside of teasing, Nari admires his performance energy and always asks him on how she can improve, so he will put away the playfulness and help her sincerely

He wants to help her in performance/idol life and also help her relax, because he can see the amount of pressure that is put on her as the only female member in NCT, and being in so many groups it's concerning

He feels like she doesn't have time to destress from the responsibilities and pressures she has on her, so he wants to help her and protect her as much as he can (and annoy her on the side). He's ready to defend her against the haters as much as he can, and just be the older brother he can be for her since she's mainly used to looking after younger members and not being taken care of.

Masterlist

NCT 127 // NCT Dream // SungTaro // WayV // SuperM // Other Male Idols

[wellsygrahams-a]

♡ ⋯ ⤳ couples a to z

[xiubaek-13]

The Busiest Night Manager In Seoul Part 1

Part of the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa collaboration

Genre: Hotel AU, eventual smut.

Pairing: Night Manager Baekhyun x Hotel Guest Reader

Word Count: 3,932

Warnings: Christmas tree innuendo? Roleplay if you squint. Nothing really for this chapter, its mostly an intro to their characters.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. There will be 3 parts to this short fic. I wanted to break it up a bit rather than drop a 15k monster on all of you.

You checked your booking information one last time before leaving for the airport. You’d gotten ready too early, a trait your mother had ingrained into your subconscious, at least you weren’t as extreme as her - she’d be at the airport 8 hours before the flight boarded, you were only a couple of hours ahead of schedule. Still not quite believing that you were off on an all expenses paid trip to Seoul, you shut the door behind you and rolled your suitcase towards the taxi that had just pulled up in front of your building. When you’d topped the sales board for most insurance policies in your branch last year you had been gifted a $100 voucher for dinner so it had come as a huge surprise that this year instead of a gift voucher, you received an envelope through the internal mailing system that contained a plane ticket, a 5 night hotel booking confirmation and details of a one day meeting that you were to attend on behalf of the company. 

After confirming that the trip was indeed real and not some sort of joke you’d looked the hotel up online and it was fancy with a capital F. You just knew you’d look out of place there. The Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa was a top tier, very expensive, luxury hotel. You had this image of all of the guests in their designer clothes, nary a hair out of place. Your personal style did not scream ‘I have lots of money’, not that you cared. You liked your style, it wasn’t bad, it would just stick out like a sore thumb in a place like that. 

The hotel had recently been renovated. You’d spent a decent portion of your flight to Seoul reading up on the new and improved Crimson Aurora. They offered a wide range of services, more than you’d seen on any hotel list that you’d stayed at before: 24 hr room service, on-site pool, spa, sauna, gym with personal trainer, yoga sessions, cocktail bar, celebrity chef, top of the line security, tour guides, live music. The list went on. Surely they were offering too much? How many employees did it have? It would have to be a lot to accommodate all of those services. 

You were due to arrive late at night, checking in around 11:30pm due to your flight times. You had been given instructions from one of the very helpful receptionists on how to contact the night manager once you arrived so that he could check you in and see you to your room.  While the taxi from the airport took you to your destination you rang the number you’d been provided with. After two rings the night manager answered. 

“Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa, Night Manager Baekhyun speaking. How may I be of assistance to you this evening?” His voice was soothing, the tone of it comforting. It made you feel like you were speaking to an old friend which kind of startled you.

Pulling your mind from the odd tangent it was headed down Do I know him? Surely not right? But his voice…it feels familiar… “Oh hi, I was told by one of the daytime receptionists to call this number when I was on my way to the hotel. I’m in the taxi from the airport right now.”

“Are you checking in for a stay with us?” He asked.

“Yes. I got stuck with a late flight. Christmas in July and all that. The driver says we’ll be arriving in about 15 minutes. Can you let me in once I arrive so I can check in? I’m sorry to be arriving so late at night.” You apologised. You knew that check in had technically finished hours ago but you’d specially organised the late check in after realising at the airport that your flight was delayed.

“It’s a very busy time for tourists, that's for sure.” He replied, not at all fussed by your late arrival.  “Ma’am if you could provide me with your booking reference I’ll have most of the check in process completed by the time you arrive.” He said kindly.

“Ok great. My booking reference is CHS-01004099.” You replied.

“Thank you ma’am. I’m just bringing the booking up now.” He hummed softly as he pulled up your booking information. The sound was pleasant to your ears but was not doing anything to help keep you awake. “You’re going to be spending a week with us. On behalf of Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa I hope you enjoy your stay.” You could hear the smile as he spoke. “Now when you arrive, walk up to the glass doors and press the white button on the left hand door frame. That will notify me of your arrival and I will come out to assist you with your bags and finalise the check in process.” He stated.

You nodded, then realised that duh, you were on the phone so he couldn’t see you, and spoke. “Thank you. See you soon then.” You hung up, stifling a yawn as you made sure you had all of your bags ready for when you pulled up to the hotel. 

***

“Ok you are all set,” He smiled warmly at you as he handed you your room key. “I’ll have Jinki, our bellboy, bring your bags up to your room in a moment. You’ll need to use the room key to access floors above the restaurant level, which is level 3. On behalf of the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa I’d like to welcome you and hope that your stay is everything you wish it to be.” He guided you through the hotel lobby and stood with you while you waited for one of the three elevators to arrive. 

You don’t know what you expected the night manager to look like but it sure as well wasn’t what had greeted you when you had arrived. In head to toe black his ash blonde hair stood out almost as much as his incredibly warm smile. He’d greeted you and helped you inside, his ring clad fingers taking your bags from you as you followed him to the reception desk. It had been difficult not to just stare at him, there was no denying that this night manager was handsome. If he’d noticed your lingering gaze on his face and the few too many undone buttons of his shirt, he made no comments about it. Maybe it was the jet lag setting in or maybe it was just him but you continually found yourself stealing glances at him during the entire check in process. Baekhyun had remained a consummate professional so either you weren't staring as much as you thought or he was ignoring it. 

He grinned and waved after you stepped into the elevator. "Sleep well. Just call the front desk if anything in your room isn't right." You nodded in thanks, a small smile creeping onto your face.

The bed in the room was so incredibly comfortable that as soon as your head hit the pillow you fell asleep. You didn't even hear the knock at the door when the bellboy arrived with your bags, nor the way he quietly opened the door and placed them just inside before leaving. The long flight coupled with the huge comfortable bed meant that you slept a lot longer than you had planned. You managed to wake up right before breakfast had finished for the day. One hurried shower later you arrived at the restaurant just before the breakfast buffet closed.  You’d read about this buffet on the flight over and the way it had been described made it a must on your ever growing list of things to see and experience while you were here. 

The review you’d read had been correct, if anything it had undersold on just how unbelievably good the food was. Every single thing that you had off that buffet was delicious to the point that the food was making you mad. Whoever they’d hired as the chef and kitchen staff were worth every cent, possibly more.

Once you finished eating you took yourself on a tour around the hotel grounds, past the gym where you saw a few people taking a class with a very enthusiastic instructor, the pool; manned by a seemingly disinterested pool boy, the massage parlour; which was manned by one overconfident man who winked at you as you wandered by, the yoga studio where a class had just finished, the beautiful gardens and a second restaurant spot. You found your way back to the main area of the hotel and passed through the bar lounge and games area before you came to a stop in the lobby. The hotel was beautiful and whoever had redecorated had done an amazing job. You had read in the information pack that the Kim Kibum (better known in the art world as Key) was the mastermind behind the interior decorating.

The rest of your day was not very busy. You took yourself on a tour around Seoul, taking in all of the sites, doing some shopping and eating some local foods. Tomorrow would be the day of your actual meeting so you worked out the building that you had to go to and the most efficient route between it and the hotel. You went back to your room to look over the schedule for the day as well as key points and topics to be covered. Most of it was boring pseudo sales crap but you made sure to read all of it, not wanting to be under prepared. You are an excellent sales person but you also like to be prepared for these sorts of things, not wanting anyone to surprise you and make you look like a fool.

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Baekhyun POV 

“Yah Junmyeon! When are you gonna hire more staff? I can't keep doing this on my own every single night. There's too many jobs, too many guests and I'm the only one apart from Jinki who works the night shift.” He half whined down the phone at his friend and boss. He was tired. Tired of demanding shifts with little to no thanks. He needed at least one more staff member and one more security officer before his job could become smoother. He also needed the damn bartender and the musician to start already. He was being run ragged and if the issue didn’t resolve itself soon, he’d be in danger of burning out.

Ever since the refurbishment of the hotel Junmyeon had been busy searching for and hiring new staff. He only wanted the best - he had a vision of what his hotel could be and this was his chance to get it right. So far he had hired a world class celebrity chef, an incredibly attractive pool boy, a masseuse who was good at his job but would steal your heart, a flashy bartender and a new musician. However, not all of these hires had commenced work yet. Some were still in mandatory training and others weren’t due to start until August. He couldn’t have pulled this difficult period without his events coordinator who was a true lifesaver almost as much as Baekhyun was. Junmyeon truly didn't know how he would have continued to run the hotel without Baekhyun's help. He was willing to do a shift that no one else wanted to, giving up his nights to cater to the whims of tired, grumpy, drunk and handsy elite guests. He was always available to work, was never sick and Junmyeon was pretty sure he hadn’t had a day off in at least three months. It was something he wanted to change but it would have to wait until after the Christmas in July period because he couldn’t trust anyone else to keep up the charade to children in the night when Santa was concerned.

“Soon Baek, I’m interviewing more candidates today.” He sighed, the pressure to get his staffing issue solved quickly weighing down on him. “I’m doing my best to find more staff to cover the nights and we’ve got others starting next month. We’ve just got to get through July.” Junmyeon couldn’t risk hiring the wrong people so his screening process was lengthy and demanding. 

“I know you are hyung. It’s just been a lot this past week. Christmas in July has made my shifts incredibly busy and while I’m amazing, arguably the best night manager there ever was or ever will be, I’m only one man.” He said.

“You know how much I value you Baek. I’m going to find you the staff you need but I can’t rush it. We’ve gotta trust the process.” He paused. “I’ve gotta go, the first candidate for the day has arrived.”

Baekhyun hung up and continued his journey to his room. One of the perks of being Night Manager was a suite on the eastern side of the hotel. His suite was lovely, he’d done his best (much to the chagrin of Key) to make it feel like home. He accepted all of these shifts, as well as the title of Night Manager, because he loved working for the hotel. He considered Junmyeon to be one of his closest friends, he didn’t even mind that his close friend was his boss. 

He loved his job, he just wished that he didn't have to wear so many hats at the moment to please the guests that they had. As it was newly refurbished they were trying to bring in new clientele and in order to do that it had to seem like the hotel was fully staffed at all times including the night shift so not only was he night manager but he was everyone else during the hours of 10 until 6. To say that this was exhausting and kind of boring in the beginning was not an understatement but he turned it into a game to keep it interesting for him.

Behind the reception area where no one could see he had a coat rack full of the other uniforms that staff would wear to fulfil their various roles and when it was called for he did a very quick costume change, disappearing and reappearing as someone new. For him the most fun was when he impersonated the staff that weren’t there.

Most of the guests were so full of themselves or the business that they were there for that they didn't really pay much attention to the staff as long as the staff member was good at their job and present so Baekhyun had gotten away with his ruse for quite some time. He had it down to a fine art. Until you. You saw him and he didn’t know how to feel about that. At first he was scared that you’d make a complaint to the hotel about him, but you seemed to enjoy watching him play his many roles. He wasn’t sure why the thought of that thrilled him as much as it did.

It had been quite some time since a guest had stared at him the way you did, as though you were transfixed by him. He was used to people looking through him, just seeing a staff member that they needed for something, which was fine with him, but you looked at him. That first night when you checked in he hadn’t had time to change back into the suit he wore for his main role. He’d been serving drinks at the bar right up until you buzzed the front door. He hadn’t missed the way that your eyes kept drifting to his lips, chest, hands, and thighs. It felt good to be looked at like that, as someone desirable, but he kept quiet about it. He didn’t want to make you embarrassed as he was pretty sure you weren’t aware of how unsubtle you were being after having been in transit for most of the day. He hoped he’d get to know you better during the course of the week. 

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Your POV

After two days at the hotel you’d come to know a few things. 1. During the day, the place was bustling with both guests and staff. 2. At night, it was still bustling with guests but the staff… well the staff seemed to just be Baekhyun and Jinki. 3. Baekhyun denied this vehemently. 

The first night after your arrival you headed down to see the Christmas tree in the main lobby and grab a drink at the bar, maybe even listen to the dulcet tones of their newly hired pianist. You saw Baekhyun at the reception desk, giving him a small wave as you passed by. He smiled and waved back as he continued to assist the couple in front of him with directions.

You stood in front of the large tree in awe. You’d never seen a Christmas tree of this magnitude before. It was lit up, well like a Christmas tree, the red and gold baubles accenting the green of the tree beautifully. It was a lot grander than your small tree at home. Granted, yours was a real tree and you had to keep it alive (something you wouldn’t say you were excelling at but the thing wasn’t dead). 

“I’ll give you a drink voucher if you can spot my favourite decoration.” His voice startled you. You turned to your left and found Baekhyun grinning as he stood next to you. “Sorry, I thought you’d have heard me walking over. You must have really been immersed in the tree.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’ve never seen one this big before.” He laughed. “It’s huge! Who has a Christmas tree that’s at least three storeys high and isn’t amazed by it?!”

He shrugged. “I guess I’m just used to it. I see it every day so its size doesn’t distract me.” He fought the urge to wink as he spoke. “Anyway, my offer for a drink voucher stands. You just have to find my favourite decoration. I’ll give you one chance per day.” The distinct ring of the bell at the front desk sounded and he sighed. “I’ll be back. Go get up close and personal with it.” 

Not one to pass up a free anything, you moved closer to the tree as Baekhyun went about doing his job. At first glance you’d only focused on the red and gold baubles but the longer you looked, the more decorations you noticed. There were ornaments spread across the entire tree. You spotted a candy cane, a nutcracker, various glittery pine cones, some snowmen, some varied Santa ornaments, and angel or two, a range of coloured balls with odd symbols on them, random animals with vaguely Christmas themed objects; like the corgi with a snowglobe. 

You decided to pick the European gnome style Santa ornament, with his hat covering all of his face except for his nose and beard but when you turned around, Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen. You decided to go to the bar, figuring you’d see him on your way back to the elevator when you were ready to return to your room for the night.

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“Why are you everywhere?” You asked, pointedly.

The bartender, who was without a shadow of a doubt, Baekhyun replied. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You served me a drink then disappeared, only to suddenly be over at the piano accompanying the jazz singer who’s here tonight, and now you’re back serving drinks.” 

“You’re mistaken.” He gestured to the tag on his shirt. “I’m Taemin, as you can see from my name badge and the pianist is Chanyeol. We’ve got similar hairstyles so I could understand why you might confuse the two of us.” He pointed at his attire. “But as you can see, I’m wearing completely different clothing. Maybe you need your eyes checked. We staff aren’t all the same, you know.” He smirked as he shook a cocktail for another guest, expertly adding little flourishes as he worked. You were not convinced. This man tending the bar, as far as you were concerned, was Baekhyun and he was doing a terrible job of convincing you otherwise. Maybe the other guests didn’t notice him the way you did but you had memorised the features of his face, and apparently some other features as well.

You leant forward on the bar counter. “You both look alarmingly similar to the night manager…” 

He chuckled as he shook his head at you in disbelief. “So our CEO has a type. How is that our fault?”

“Baekhyun…” You started.

He tutted at you as he moved to stand directly in front of you, only the bar counter separating the two of you. “I might have to cut you off little lady, I just said my name was Taemin. How could you get that so wrong?” He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. It felt like a challenge, one you were willing to play along with for now.

“My apologies, er Taemin was it?” He nodded, happy that you were playing along. “Your drinks must be stronger than I anticipated. You see I was talking with the aforementioned Night Manager before I came in here. He offered me a free drink voucher if I could guess his favourite decoration on the Christmas tree.”

He leant forward on the bar, his closeness almost distracting you. “Did you guess correctly?” He asked, a knowing smile forming on his face.

You shook your head, pouting. “No. He was nowhere to be seen when I was ready to make my first guess.”

“Ah, he is a busy man.” Not-Baekhyun offered. “I’m sure you’ll see him before you return to your room.

You sighed. “True, but I wanted to make my guess. I really stared at that huge, girthy tree for so long and got so close to it to inspect all of the details.” 

He cleared his throat. “Now I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone describe the Christmas tree like that before.” 

Before you could continue your innuendo another guest arrived at the bar which demanded Not-Baekhyun’s attention. He offered you a slight shrug as he turned to focus on the guest’s order. You couldn’t say that you minded though, you enjoyed watching him tend the bar. He was remarkably good at it, flipping bottles and providing easy banter. You weren’t sure why he was pretending to be someone else, changing his shirt, jacket and sometimes his hair wasn’t enough to fool you. Clearly it worked for the other guests as you’d spotted quite a few people who you’d seen speaking with him at the front desk not even take a second glance at him as they ordered their drinks.

The whole bit with the size of the tree? You’d picked up on his suggestive yet playful tone when he’d first mentioned it. You were here for a few more days and there was absolutely no harm in flirting with the very attractive man who seemed to be doing everyone’s jobs. He seemed interested so even if nothing came of it, you could both have your fun until you left.

As you sipped your drink, a devious little plan formed in your mind. One that would achieve a few goals for you. It would catch him out on pretending to be others and explore the extent of the wardrobe options he had on hand. If it went really well, then you both just might get to have a very Merry Christmas…in July.

Part 2

A/N: Thanks for reading and enjoying this collab. Please don’t forget to check the other writers out @myeoning-call @leewalberg @yourkeeperoftherunners @taem-min @ouvuo @dreamylittlesugarcube @jxstadaydreamer and @sojuri

[7wanderingpaws]

Captain Bucheon 02

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader (Lee Nari)

Genre: policeman AU; enemies to lovers AU

Warnings:  langauge, mentions of drugs

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Second: Fears and Desires

Rushing out of the building, you made a quick run for the closest bus stop, trying to supress every urge to look back in case someone could be following you. With their identity being unknown and the box being successfully delivered on your behalf meant huge trouble for you and it left you incredibly nervous to stay in the same place as that anonymous. For whatever reason someone decided to deliver the box. Who could it be?

With your heart racing all the way in your throat, you thought that this situation would be the worst. Turning a sharp corner that led to the main road, you collided harshly with a sturdy chest, the person's arms flying out to catch your falling figure. Hands slid around your waist and steadied you up carefully.

Realizing your eyes were squeezed shut, you opened your eyes to be met with familiar ones. You slowly died inside.

“Careful,” he murmured as he took in your scared expression.

Stepping away from him, you tried to brush off the feeling of pining. You'd been working way too hard to avoid him for you to meet him exactly when you were running away red-handed. “What are you doing here?”

He shook his head gently as his gaze slowly took in your features. It made you shudder. “My workplace is not far away, remember?”

Gulping, you nodded, letting out a breathy snort as you looked down on the pavement. “Right. Silly of me to ask.”

“Are you okay?”

“I missed you,” you blurted at the same time and looked up at him. “Oppa.”

Baekhyun was frozen just for a moment before he stepped closer to you with the gentlest of smiles. Slowly, he reached up with his hand and cradled your cheek. “I missed you too, pretty.”

Pretty. Ah, how you missed that nickname.

“Then kiss me,” you let out boldly and you expected him to be surprised or even scold you for being so demanding but he surprised you.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, leaning in. “I will, now that you're finally here.” You helped him out by standing on your tip-toes while you let your arms circle around his neck, and his hands slid back to your waist. His lips touched yours gently, carefully, before you hummed and pushed yourself more into him, urging him to deepen the kiss.

He growled when he felt your chest press up to his and his grip tightened while one of his hands came up to your neck, tilting your head so he could have better access. With a simple lick of his tongue, he was inside and you were whimpering, gasping, panting. So, so needy for him. You groaned, feeling the strong attraction you both shared. It seemed that no matter how much you hated him, it was always present. You would always be bewitched by Byun Baekhyun.

He was still hungrily claiming your lips when he reached up for your arms and brought them down until he had your hands in his. He fumbled with them for a while and you smiled, expecting him to intertwine your hands. Just the feeling of his smooth hands on yours made the butterflies in your tummy flutter their wings.

Then you heard a click.

Baekhyun kissed you one last time, his lips puckering, before slowly leaning back and taking in your scared eyes when you felt cold metal around your wrists.

“Lee Nari,” he breathed, the puffs of hot air on your wet lips, “I arrest you for illegal drug distribution.”

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Gasping loudly, you sat straight up in your bed, the aftermath of your nightmare still present and fresh in front of your eyes while you tried to shake off the dread and the terrible pull in your lower tummy. Why the hell were you sexually frustrated when he arrested you again?

“What is it?” you heard from beside you, a confused and sleepy Yuyeon. “Nari? Are you okay?” she was next to you within a second, the early morning sun lighting up the room softly through the light curtains. She saw you touching your lips while tears were rolling down your cheeks. “Goodness, was the dream that bad?” she asked again carefully and sat on your bed.

You whimpered, still shocked, and reached out for your best friend, wrapping your arms around her to get a feel of reality. “Just… it was ridiculous. So ridiculous, Yuyeonah,” you muttered, sniffing, flashes of Baekhyun's face ever-present and lively. That was certainly not how you imagined the first meeting with him to go. 

“It was just a bad dream,” consoled Yuyeon gently, rubbing your back in circles. “None if it is real, Nari.”

You nodded and pressed your lips together. 

Just a bad dream.

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“Are you okay?” Someone muttered to your ear, successfully scaring the living daylights out of you.

You heard that sentence in your dream.

Turning around abruptly with wide eyes, you spot Chul who was smiling at you cheekily.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. You just look a little absent-minded,” he explained, scratching his neck as he looked at the ground.

You sighed. “I’m fine. But thanks for worrying.”

He nodded and wanted to say something before hesitating. You raised a questioning eyebrow, silently asking him what was up.

“Was everything fine after I left?”

Oh. You completely forgot to let him know the mission was successful since you were so freaked out by the unexplainable events. “Yes!” you squeaked. “It went perfectly!”

“Great! I received the confirmation text but you never followed up with an update.” He laughed. “Then we can focus on your run in the festival!”

You groaned and started stomping towards your classroom. “I really, really like REALLY don’t wanna do it.”

He followed you, snickering. “You’re our ace, Nari.” He hugged your shoulders with his arm and pressed you to his side. “If you won’t attend, nobody will come and watch!”

Puffing your hair out of your face, you silently fumed. “I already said okay to the darn MCing with that bitc- singer.”

“Were you just about to call her a bitch?” asked Chul, shocked as he maneuvered you through the crowded corridors. Students were giving you looks, some whispering when they spotted Chul, the famous boy.

“Ah, no, not at all,” you grumbled, not bothering to hide your sarcasm.

Chul chuckled and you stopped in front of your class. “You can be so feisty. Either way, bring this spirit to the running track. We are starting from today!”

“But-but I want to go out to the bar-“

Chul clicked his tongue. “I will gladly take you to a bar if you come to the practice.”

Not even stopping to think it over, you quickly complied: “You’ll buy me a drink, right? Oppa?” you added with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He observed you for a moment, an amused smile splayed on his face. “Sure, Nari. A drink it is.”

“Deal!”

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“Faster, Lee!” shouted coach Lim when you finished the second round, heaving loudly like a horse. “If you want to win an award for us you will have to do better than that!”

With bitter realization, you noticed how he reminded you of your beloved math teacher back in high school. Unfortunately, you weren’t that good at sports but you were still better than math.

“Okay, got it,” you exhaled harshly, coming to a full stop.

You saw the sun already setting, the cold air turning your hot breaths into condensation. You could practically feel your nose turning red.

“Hey, Rudolf!” Chul.

You snapped your head at him, glaring. “Do not mock me. You’ve dragged me into this yet you seem very unaffected.”

He laughed, walking over to you. “You already forgot why I am the president of the student council?” He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I’m good at everything.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay then you win the award for us.”

“Nuh-uh. It’s gotta be you,” he winked at you.

Too tired to bother fighting with him, you quickly went to change into your clothes, deciding you would take a shower once you got back from the smelly bar. Surely you stinking wouldn’t bother people too much. Plus, it wasn’t like you were trying to impress Chul anyway.

Meeting the senior outside, you headed for the closest bar, bickering on the way. Once inside he bought you a drink just as promised and you were fast to gulp down half of the cocktail.

“So, I’ve been wanting to discuss some matters with you,” started Chul, looking at you in amusement when you took another big gulp. “Just some other stuff that has to be taken care of about the festival.”

You whined and leaned your forehead into your palm. “Why now? We should do that at the student council.”

“You’re my right hand, Lee,” reasoned smoothly Chul and took a sip of his beer. The frothy foam left a small white mustache and it made you giggle. You motioned for him to get rid of it and he quickly licked it off. “Anyway,” he started with a laugh, “you’ll take care of the security team of the festival. Make sure to book the bodyguards and police guards around. We will have famous artists there so security should be our number one priority at all costs.”

You hummed, faking thinking. You ignored your rapid heartbeat at the mention of police, some flashbacks of your dream quickly chasing you down. Nodding, you hid your face behind the cup as you took another sip and looked around the place as if expecting to see the familiar face in the crowd just like you did on the night you met him.

“I kind of want to pass on this one,” you finally replied as you put down your glass.

“Why is that?”

Sighing, you pursed your lips not wanting to elaborate on your actual thinking pattern. “Just feels weird to talk to the police and blah blah blah,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m already doing so much for the festival, Chul, don’t you think?”

Chul observed you for a moment. “I’m sorry. I feel like a total jerk for always throwing all the responsibilities at you but I really am only giving you those tasks that require the most able person.”

“Oh.” You didn’t think about that. After all, Chul was right. You were kind of like a right hand to him, doing a lot of jobs in the behind the scenes whenever there were events happening at the school.

“And I heard that you might have connections at the police so I thought we could use that to our advantage,” he continued, hesitating when he noticed your sour expression. “Am I wrong?”

Your slight scowl turned into a frown. “Who the hell told you that?”

He blinked a couple of times. “Well, she told me it’s a secret so…”

“Chul?”

“Yeah,” he looked at your hard expression, prompting him to answer you. You swore you would kill Oh Sehun, you were sure it was him.

“Yuyeon. It was Yuyeon.”

Your mouth opened in shock. You thought you heard wrong. “What? What did she tell you though?” And why would Yuyeon talk to a person she didn't like? You knew her well and she voiced, or at least showed, how she didn't like Chul. In her opinion, he was too friendly with everyone.

Chul laughed unsurely, a little perplexed at the change of your behavior. “Nothing! I mean... she mentioned a boyfriend-“

“I never had a boyfriend at the police station,” you declared quickly. “I hardly know anyone there so I don’t think I can help you in this matter.”

Chul nodded, immediately complying while his hands played with the cup in his hands. “Right, sorry. Maybe I’ve heard wrong. You’d be too young to date a police officer anyway.” He took note of your sudden unreadable expression and when you didn’t reply, he added: “Then I don’t see a problem why you can’t take care of the matters! Since you don’t have a boyfriend at the station.”

You sucked your lips in, mulling over his words. It wouldn’t hurt if you’d ask for favors from Yuyeon or Sehun, right? They could call in with your name and that way you wouldn’t have to worry about the possibility of accidentally talking to Byun Baekhyun. Either way, it was hard to win an exclusive chat with the big captain himself, so eventually, you didn’t see that much of a problem with it. And, it was a must that nobody could find out about any kind of connection with him. People would know you were underaged or could think you were too easy and had a beneficial relationship with him. That could totally ruin your image — because you didn’t care about his for sure!

“Okay,” you agreed with a timid nod, avoiding Chul’s eyes. “I’ll do it.” Managing to fake a strained smile you finally looked up to catch him studying you.

“If it makes you uncomfortable—“

“No, it’s absolutely fine,” you chirped in and threw the remaining cocktail into your mouth. If you pretended it was hard alcohol maybe you could slowly start swimming in nothingness and forget about him.

It was unfair that he’d been chasing you in your dream. It felt so real. Even the kissing was so believable it made chills run down your spine. “I’m gonna order another one,” you decided, already standing up. “I need it.”

Chul nodded slowly, hesitantly, and shook his head when you asked him whether he wanted another one.

Walking over to the busy bar, you caught the waiter and ordered yourself another cocktail when a tall figure appeared next to you.

“Is this your fourth already?” He asked nonchalantly, looking around. He was one head taller than you so it wasn’t like you were obscuring his view. “Jez, woman, when was the last time you took a shower?”

Rolling your eyes, you waved your hand to finally bring his attention to you. “You don't even pay attention to me but dare to comment on my hygiene.” You clicked your tongue disappointedly. “I’m right here, Sehun, and no it isn’t my fourth. But I’m getting there,” you rumbled and tapped your fingers impatiently on the worn-down surface of the wooden bar table.

“Why are you here with Chul?”

“Cause you didn’t ask me to hang out,” you pouted and innocently blinked a few times.

Sehun elbowed you gently. “I was meeting someone else today. And anyways, you’ve been always busy during a weekday - you don’t have work tonight, right?”

Making a grimace at the mention of your work, you turned back to the barista, watching him mix your cocktail. “No, tonight I’m free. And I had my first training, Sehun. I will die if I have to continue preparing for that damn race,” you whined, turning abruptly to him.

“I’ll help you with the training. I promise I’m more fun than coach Lim! I hear he is rather hot-headed,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “You know I won’t scold you.”

You frowned like a kid. “Run the race for me then.”

Sehun sighed and when the barista brought you your cocktail he quickly ordered two whiskeys.

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. “You’re going hard tonight.” Immediately you took a sip of your drink and felt an instant relief. While still playing with the straw, you looked up at your friend. “Who’re you here with anyway?”

Sehun gave you a look. “Uh, just a friend.” He shrugged. He was thankful for the crowded bar tonight. “We are just catching up.”

“Great!” You smiled brightly and put your cocktail down. “Do I know him? Or her?” you winked.

“Eh—“ Sehun hesitated and his eyes fell on someone behind you, following the person with his eyes for a moment. He then quickly took your cocktail and pushed it into your hand. “Nari, you shouldn’t have Chul wait for you. I’ll see you at school.”

You pouted, frowning. “Yah, are you trying to get rid of me?!”

“No, I'm really not but just go. I’m doing you a favor here.”

You were about to scoff and retort to him something ugly for daring to kick you out like that, when another figure appeared next to Sehun. “I have an urgent phone call. I’ll be back soon, Sehun.”

You stared at Byun Baekhyun with your mouth hanging slightly open. His hair was pushed from his forehead, leaving space to admire his handsome features and the wrinkle-free forehead. His jawline was sharp and you zoomed in on those lips and the way they showed his lower teeth whenever he opened his mouth. He was absolutely breath-taking and he kissed you last night in your dream. He arrested you, too.

Baekhyun finally looked at the person Sehun had been chatting with, intending to acknowledge their presence but maybe he shouldn’t have. Having Lee Nari staring at him that way still pulled on his insides.

It was exactly three seconds and you sensed Sehun nodding to himself awkwardly, obviously thinking well, I told you to leave, but he didn't have to speak indirectly no more. You dashed. You literally dashed along with your cocktail, not bothering about spilling it all over yourself in the process, not bothering to say bye to Sehun, let alone acknowledging Baekhyun's presence. You swore you wouldn't do it. So you didn't.

Your heart was wild and scarily loud as you hastily approached Chul and slid down into your chair, bringing breeze along with you. He locked his phone he’d been playing with while you were away but when he saw your disheveled state, he blurted: “Nari? What happened? Are you okay?”

You were staring at him, desperately trying not to look where Sehun and Baekhyun were.

“It’s fine.”

“Did someone try to do something?” He looked back over his shoulder and he directly spotted Sehun and he must have seen Baekhyun, too. They had their heads connected now, an intense talk going on. “Hey, that’s Oh Sehun with someone.”

“Yeah, I chatted with him for a moment. Anyway, I’m here now. Let’s continue the talk.”

Chul took a moment longer before he finally turned around and faced you. He caught you gulping down half of the cocktail and sighed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I am.” Your eyes wandered on their own accord and you caught eyes with Baekhyun as he was leaving the bar. He was carefully making his way through the crowd, his phone in his hands, most probably tending to that urgent phone call he mentioned. He must have still been a workaholic.

To your utter horror, he wasn’t a coward. You should have known better than to follow him with your stare, for Baekhyun kept his look on you, observing you expressionlessly until he couldn’t do so anymore and until he was out of the bar.

He would hunt you all the time.

And you, as mature and as confident you acted a year ago when you told him there might be a chance of you two starting over again, you realized you probably matured backwards during that time. Anger, hatred, passion - they were all burning up inside of you and all the unwanted memories came flooding back.

Biting down hard on your lip, you willed away the tears. Lee Nari was not someone who would cry just over anyone and she wouldn't get fooled twice.

It was just the realization that you would never be able to build your bridges up with him again that made you want to weep. Even though you wanted to, you found it almost impossible in that moment.

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A/N: Whew. I had a little bit of a rough time with this one because it is so slow-paced and already a little complex (in my head). What did you think? I got you fooled there in the beginning heheh It was just a dream in case you are still not sure! Though you never know with Captain Bucheon, hm?

Please let me know your thoughts!! :) 

CuriousCat

[squirrelly831]

Family List

WHEN IT SAYS OLDEST BY XX YEARS IT’S REFERRING TO THE AGE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM AND THE YOUNGEST

In Example

xxxx (son; oldest by 5 years) <—- means 5 years older than the youngest

xxxx (son; middle child; older by 2 years) <—– means 2 years older than the youngest

xxxx (daughter; youngest)

Let me know if you don’t understand

B.A.P

Yongguk and Stephanie [only child]

Catherine (daughter)

Daehyun and Amber [3 kids]

Kwangmin (son; oldest by 6 years)

Joy (daughter; middle child; older by 2 years)

Haru (daughter; youngest)

Youngjae and Allison [2 kids]

Hayeong (daughter; oldest by 2 years)

Jaewon (son; youngest)

Jongup and Maddy {Real name Madelyn} [2 kids]

Hana (daughter; oldest twin)

Dana (daughter; youngest twin)

Junhong and Kiara [4 kids]

Grace (daughter; oldest by 7 years)

Matthew (son; second born; older by 3 years)

Andrew [son; oldest twin]

Aaron [son; youngest twin; youngest]

BTS

Seokjin and Naeun [Only child]

Kyungmin (daughter)

Yoongi and Katelyn [2 kids]

Eunmi (daughter; 4 years older)

Junho (son; youngest)

Hoseok and Elfie [3 kids]

Yohan (son; oldest by 5 years)

Liam (son; middle child; older by 3 years)

Hyeji (daughter; youngest)

Namjoon and Sierra [2 kids]

Shion (son; oldest by 3 years)

Dabin (son; youngest)

Jimin and Daeun [2 kids]

Nari (daughter; oldest by 4 years)

Yeona (daughter; youngest)

Taehyung and Naomi [4 kids]

Seongho (son; oldest twin; oldest by 7 years)

Yeongho (son; youngest twin; oldest by 7 years)

Taehee (son, third child; 3 years older)

Minhee (daughter, youngest)

Jungkook and Mia [3 kids]

Haneul (son; oldest by 4 years)

Suah (daughter; middle child; older by a year and a half)

Yeseul (daughter; youngest)

EXO

Minseok and Maisie [3 kids]

Cassandra (step-daughter; oldest by 6 years)

Hwayoung (daughter; oldest by 2 years)

Mihwa (daughter; youngest)

Junmyeon and Jennifer [3 kids]

Riley (son; oldest by 6 years)

Jiyeon (daughter; middle child; older by 1 year)

Siyeon (daughter; youngest)

Yixing and Jiāng Yìng Yuè [2 kids]

Jùn Lì (son; oldest by 2 and a half years)

Fēng Mián (daughter; youngest)

Baekhyun and Mieun [3 kids]

Mikyung (adopted daughter; oldest by 6 years)

Kyungjae (adopter son; older by 5 years)

Yikyung (daughter; youngest)

Chanyeol and Leilani [3 kids]

Nalani (sister-in-law; oldest by 10 years)

Dayoung (daughter; older by 3 years)

Joohyun (son; youngest)

Kyungsoo and Yihyun [2 kids]

Jaejin (son; older by 3 years)

Eunji (daughter; youngest)

Jongin and Maya [2 kids]

Jaehee (son; oldest by 3 years)

Heejoon (son; youngest)

Sehun and Dasom [3 kids]

Mirae (daughter; oldest twin; older by 3 years)

Minjoon (son; youngest twin; older by 3 years)

Narae (daughter; youngest)

Got7

Mark and Marcie [2 kids]

Tyler (son; older by 8 years)

Grayson (son; youngest)

Jaebum and Yuna [2 kids]

Taemin (son; older by 2 years)

Jessie (daughter; youngest)

Jackson and Monica [3 kids]

Daniella (daughter; oldest by 4 years)

Shawn (son; middle child; older by 2 and a half years)

Jayden (son; youngest)

Jinyoung and Misun [2 kids]

Seoyoung (son; older by 6 years)

Eunyeong (daughter; youngest)

Youngjae and Mija [2 kids]

Sunhee (daughter; older by 3 and a half years)

Sungwon (son; youngest)

BamBam and Charity [2 kids]

Klahan (son; older 3 years)

Malai (daughter; youngest)

Yugyeom and Yejin [2 kids]

Seomin (son; oldest twin)

Somang (daughter; youngest twin)

Monsta X

Hyunwoo and Melly [2 kids]

Minsoo (son)

Sooyeon (daughter; living twin)

Soojin (daughter, deceased twin)

Hoseok and Alisha [2 kids]

Jinhee (daughter; 4 and a half years older)

Dahae (daughter; youngest)

Minhyuk and Bailey [3 kids]

Hyeonseo (daughter oldest by 5 years)

Woori (daughter; middle child; 2 years older)

Younghwa (son; youngest)

Kihyun and Phoebe [Only child]

Hayoon (daughter)

Hyungwon and Amanda [2 kids]

Seojun (son; oldest twin)

Minjun (son; youngest twin)

Jooheon and Jackie [2 kids]

Jiae (daughter; older by 6 years)

Youngjoo (son; youngest)

Changkyun and McKenzie (2 kids)

Minkyun (son; 3 years older)

Junkyun (son; youngest)

VIXX

Hakyeon and Sojin [2 kids]

Youngmin (son; older by 3 years)

Jisoo (son; youngest)

Taekwoon and Imani [3 kids]

David (step-son; older by 8 years)

Hyunwoo (son; oldest twin)

Jiwoo (daughter; youngest twin)

Jaehwan and Jasmine [3 kids]

Lauren † (stillborn)

Addilyn (child; oldest by 5 years)

Jason (son; older by 3 years)

Noah (son; youngest)

Wonshik and Deja [2 kids]

Jinae (daughter; older by a year)

Jimin (son; youngest)

Hongbin and Hyemin [2 kids]

Mina (daughter; older by 4 years)

Joon (son; youngest)

Sanghyuk and Chaeyeon [Only child]

Hyeonjun (son)

Solo Artist

Jay Park and Jazzlyn [2 kids]

Jisung † (stillborn)

Jordan (son; older by a year)

Destiny (daughter; youngest)

Jiho and Miranda [3 kids]

Siwoo (son; older by 5 years)

Eunhae (daughter; older by 2 years)

Aria (daughter; youngest)

_______________________

Single Daddy!AU

Wife names and children names will be the same, but the number of children may vary. **This AU is currently on an indefinite hiatus**

B.A.P

Yongguk

Stephanie (deceased wife)

Catherine (daughter; older by 2 years)

Christopher (son; youngest)

Daehyun

Amber (deceased wife)

Kwangmin (son)

Youngjae

Allison (deceased wife)

Hayeong (daughter; oldest by 2 years)

Jaewon (son; youngest)

Jongup

Maddy (deceased wife)

Hana (oldest twin)

Dana (deceased youngest twin)

Junhong

Kiara (deceased wife)

Grace (daughter; oldest by 4 years)

Matthew (son; youngest)

VIXX

Hakyeon

Sojin (deceased wife)

Youngmin (son; 3 years older)

Jimin (son; youngest)

Taekwoon

Imani (deceased wife)

David (step-son; older by 8 years)

Hyunwoo (son; oldest twin)

Jiwoo (daughter; youngest twin)

Jaehwan

Jasmine (deceased wife)

Addilyn (child; oldest by 5 years)

Jason (son; older than Noah 3 years)

Noah (son; youngest)

Wonshik

-Deja (deceased wife)

Jinae (daughter)

Hongbin

Hyemin (deceased wife)

Mina (daughter; older by 4 years)  

Joon (son; youngest)

Sanghyuk

Chaeyeon (deceased wife)

Hyeonjun (son)

**List can update at random**

Last updated 20210511

[guardianofjunmyeon]

I’ve Got You (part 21)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Smut

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too often. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

A/N: THIS IS THE END I HAD THE HARDEST FUCKING TIME WRAPPING THIS UP

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21.

“Admitting my mistake? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“If you come forward and admit to your mistake then you’ll have the trust of the public. It’s better to be honest with your public than to foster a false sense of honesty. They want transparency. We can work to rebuild your reputation so long as we don’t lose their trust. If you send out a memo within your company letting them know the deal, I’ll help you create a press release that you can send out for the journalists.”

Your client nods along to your words as if they’re his saving grace. “Okay. I’ll do that. I’ll be back tomorrow with an outline for an apology and an explanation. Thank you so much!” You smile and watch him leave the small conference room with an energy he didn’t have when walking in an hour ago. It makes you feel good.

When you started freelancing, you never thought you’d feel as relaxed as you currently do. Nearly a full year has passed since you sent that text to Nari telling her that you were mistaken and it wasn’t any of your idols at that theater. That you’d been the person in the photo, and that you’d lost your common sense at the time in panic. That it was your fault.

A year since you were called into one of the management offices and they told you that you were fired.

A year since you felt like your world was crashing in and that you’d made a huge mistake by partially revealing your part in what was almost a catastrophe.

A year since the rumors died down once it was revealed that it was just (former) staff at the theater and there was no reason to be up in arms.

A year since you decided to take a 3-month-long break and go traveling abroad for the first time as an escape from the suffocating feeling in your chest that wouldn’t go away. A dream you’d had when you’d first started college, but put aside once you’d found that job. 3 months where you turned your phone off and deactivated various forms of social media as a means to “cleanse” yourself.

Whatever that was supposed to mean. It was torture to be honest.

That year…geez, you’re going to write that one down in your personal history books. The hardest year of your life you think. Change is never easy, and avoiding a huge scandal is even harder. But somehow, you survived. You made it out with minimal damage and damn it feels good to be happy where you are. Working at your own pace, with clients of your own choice.

With a boyfriend you somehow managed to keep even after the world damn near exploded…and told him you’d be unreachable for a few months.

Oh right! You check your cell phone for the time, and panic. You’re going to miss the ending of his radio appearance if you don’t pull it up on your laptop now. He’d told you this was an important one, but you’d had this meeting scheduled before he told you about this; you couldn’t cancel – not when he’d probably tell you everything he said when he comes over to your new apartment later.

Disappointment and then a bit of fear are distinct in your chest when you go to the website where his appearance was being aired, only to see everyone wrapping up and taking pictures as music plays in the background.

You’re going to get an earful when he finds out you missed it.

Your phone rings as you’re rushing to pack up your stuff. As expected, it’s Jongdae. You don’t even get a hi or hello. “Did you watch?” he asks – seemingly out of breath.

“No…as soon as I got out of the meeting it was ending. Did I miss much-”

“No!” he nearly bursts your eardrum at the volume of his voice. Your mental alarms immediately go off. “Ha, I mean no nothing at all. Hey, do you want to come over?”

You pull the phone away from your head to look at it with narrowed eyes. “…your place?” you ask hesitantly. He grunts and you frown to yourself. “Uh…sure. Is something…going on?”

He clears he throat and you can hear the shuffling in the background as he moves around, nervously you assume. “No,” he laughs. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re acting weird Jongdae. That’s why.” You deadpan.

His scoff is unconvincing. “I’m not!” the whine tacked on is even less so. “But you’ll come? Kyungsoo is trying a new recipe and all of the guys want to uhm…meet you I guess?”

“They want to…they’ve all met me before…” you pause outside of your car at his words. Why would they want to meet you? You’ve met all of them almost a thousand times when you worked at SM as a PR manager. Hell, you talked to each of them nearly every day while working for them.

He hums in frustration, “Yeah but…that was…it’s different now. That was as the scary publicist-”

“PR Specialist-”

“Okay whatever, scary PR lady. The point is they want to meet you…as my girlfriend.” he mumbles the latter end of his statement, but your chest blooms with heat.

A happy kind of heat that spreads throughout all of your body at the fact that he’s decided that meeting the members like this is a different thing. Months after you returned from your abrupt trip abroad, albeit, but you aren’t all that concerned with the amount of time that has passed. You were both latched on to one another at any given moment at your return, and the idea of meeting the members and each other’s parents hadn’t really crossed your minds. Not until recently at least.

You’d met his parents at a dinner they had at their home. Jongdae had finally gotten a break and his parents had been bugging him for months to bring you around. His mom was all too happy to meet you, showering you in compliments and coddling you as if you were her own daughter, while his dad would take any chance to learn about the things you liked and what Jongdae had managed to do to trick you into being with him. You immediately felt at home among his family.

He’d met yours when they’d made arrangement to come to town and visit you. You’d thrown together a meal and cleaned up your new apartment and even set up the guest room so they would have somewhere to sleep. Saying you were extremely stressed would be one hell of an understatement. You knew they would be nice, but they’re good at being nice and then turning around and revealing that they dislike him to you in private. Thankfully, everything went well and he charmed the fucking pants off your parents. He flattered your mom, brought gifts, and every answer he gave to your dad’s questions had seemed perfectly crafted. You parents wouldn’t stop talking about him when he left, and always ask to speak to him when they call now.

You fell in love with him all over again.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” you ask teasingly into the receiver. A smile spreads confidently on your face as you climb in your car and drive home to get changed, feeling giddy and light.

“You know what, what am I talking about? We don’t need to have dinner, I can just come over to yours and we can forget I even-”

“Jongdae?”

“…yes?”

“I’ll come over and have dinner with you and the guys. Calm down, yeah? It’s not like I’m meeting your parents for the first time.”

“You’re only this calm because my mom loved you when you finally met last week!”

A laugh bubbles from deep in your chest. “I know right? It sucks, your parents are going to ask about me for the rest of your life. Guess you’re stuck with me huh?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles childishly.

A red light approaches, and you shift in your seat as you mess around with your radio. “Why are you so worried anyway?”

“I just,” a sigh “I have a weird feeling about this. Everyone was acting strange on the radio show, and out of everyone Baekhyun said to invite you and I know they’re going to say weird shit so-”

“Hey?” you interrupt “Breathe.” You inhale as an example and smile to yourself when you hear him follow. “I’m not scared or worried. Did you forget I’ve still got more dirt on them than anyone else ever will? I can handle my own.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. I’ll come to dinner and meet them as your girlfriend and everything will be fine okay?”

“Alright…I love you. Do you know that?

“I do, and I love you too. I’ve gotta go now. Call me with the details later on!”

Dinner happens just as you figured it would. You get thrown questions that are meant to seem normal, but you know are being used to gauge how compatible you are with Jongdae. To see how far your buttons can be pushed outside of the office, to tease you and see whether you would fit within their already established dynamic. Loud laughs and conversation that comes easy helps you relax.

You’d never admit to his face that the idea of meeting the guys outside of the context of work might have freaked you out just a bit. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol end up making dinner, and you devour the meal gratefully.

You help Sehun clean off the table, after insisting that a good guest should help clean after a meal. Minseok joins not long after, and Jongdae begrudgingly assists only after guilt refuses to let him to watch you clean while he sits.

“We should all go out for drinks,” Junmyeon offers. He pulls up a place on his phone that they often frequent. You’re told that it’s okay to join; they haven’t had any trouble with fans or paparazzi there.

Actually interested in the idea, you perk up and open your mouth to agree to a round (or three) of drinks. Jongdae, however, has opposing thoughts. “You guys go ahead, I’m going to take her home.”

Your mouth closes softly. “No, you should both come with us. We’re celebrating you, right?” You figured you weren’t being invited to this dinner just as a casual thing, but hearing Chanyeol bring up celebration, your interest is piqued. What were you all celebrating? You and Jongdae have been together for over a year. That’s nothing extremely remarkable. You feel a tingle under your skin at the thought of something have slipped by you so obviously, something having been unmentioned, someone keeping you in the dark.

Did I miss something? You wonder if he would answer you if you telepathically sent the question to him. A look, that’s what you try to give Jongdae, but he avoids it like a professional. His hand find yours even as his eyes do the opposite. He squeezes. “I have something I need to talk to her about,” he says with an uneasy grin. The tingles intensify as you glare skeptically at his profile.

What is he up to? And why does everyone else look so…knowing? Eyes widen and then melt into meaningful grins all across the room. You feel remarkably left out of whatever conversation they seem to be having above your head.

All 8 bodies move as they grab their phones and things, and begin moving toward the door. Kyungsoo pushes Chanyeol out as the taller tries to say an unnecessarily long goodbye to the both of you. Yixing is all smiles as he pulls Baekhyun away with a wave to you, the other trying to slyly hang back and potentially overhear what the two of you are about to discuss. The door closes and silence fills the room.

Your chest feels heavy knowing that you have no idea what is about to happen. He pulls you to his and Minseok’s shared room and forces you to sit on the bed as he violently rummages through his closet.

Uneasiness. Nervousness. A fear of the unknown. All of it leads you to distractedly talk to fill up the space. “You really don’t go out for drinks with them often. How can you be as noisy as you are, but dislike going out and drinking irresponsibly at any given chance? It doesn’t make any sense, you know? It’s just the like opposite of what people would expect-” talking most to yourself and for your own comfort at this point, you follow him with your eyes as he moves from the closet to the foot of his bed where you’re sitting and reaches beneath the bed and pulls something out.

He hides it behind his back before you can get a good glimpse of it, and you can almost feel the nervousness radiating from his body. Why are you both so nervous. From the way his lips are pursed and his posture is rigid. You finally take notice of the way he’s…kneeling.

You feel like you’ve been punched in the chest with how fast breath escapes you. “Jongdae…” your voice is terrified as you stare wide-eyed at the single knee on the ground. He blinks twice and looks down to his legs and splutters before standing up on both feet. His neck and ears redden as he awkwardly tries to backpedal.

“Shit- uh sorry- this- uh- I…fuck I mean-”

Relief comes all to soon as you realize you’ve just dodged a huge bullet. Not that you wouldn’t love to marry him. You would. Like…really would, but it’s too soon. Way too soon. Neither of you are ready for that yet. You hold a hand to your chest and you try to get your breathing back to normal. Jongdae sits on the bed beside you exhales heavily as he tries to do the same.

You look at one another and laugh softly at your reactions. You almost forget that he was hiding something from you until he brings it forward and holds in his lap. You look down at the small box and feel more confused than ever. If you hadn’t both just crushed the idea that he was about to propose, you would think the small box was that of an engagement ring.

He says your name tenderly, reaches out and grabs the hand that isn’t still clutching the spot above your heart and uncurls your fingers. He puts the box in your palm and closes his hands around yours before waiting for you to find his eyes once again.

“How crazy would it be if I told you I wanted to make our relationship public?”

And there goes the second heart attack of the day. You gape. “…public?”

He nods, closes his eyes as he gathers his courage, and looks at you with renewed confidence. “Yes. I know that it’s risky, and that you might not like the idea of it since you’re just now finding yourself again and everything. I don’t want to be the reason you no longer feel comfortable going out, but I still wanted to propose the idea.” The edges of his lips quirk up shyly. “I want everyone to know about us. About how serious we are.”

His hands move from the box to rest in his lap as he gives you a moment to think. You open the small box to find a ring that looks similar to the one he likes to wear. You bring it closer to your face and see your initials etched into the plain band.

A promise ring.

Your mouth drops as you look from the simple piece of jewelry to his expectant expression. You can see the nervousness slipping back onto his features.

You’ve both been through a lot. Too much you would argue. From constantly arguing and you threatening him with whatever stationary you could get your hands on, to holding each other beneath the covers as you imagine what your future together will hold.

Scandals. Kisses. Secret rendezvous. All of the good and bad things you have come to realize that he’s been there for it all. Whether he was the cause, or silently supporting you from the side, he hasn’t missed a moment in the time you’ve known each other. You don’t deserve him. You know that you don’t. You aren’t sure what it was about you that managed to blind him enough for him to pay you any attention.

But here you are. In his room. A ring in your palm, and a promise of the future tangibly in your grasp. You want to cry. To sob and run and maybe lock yourself up in your room long enough for you to come to your senses and realize this is far too perfect to be real.

He murmurs your name at the sight of your watery eyes and reaches out to touch your thigh. “I just…I have one question before I give my answer,” you mumble before swiping at your eyes and sitting the ring box in your lap. He leans forward. “Once upon a time, you said that you didn’t want me to worry about anything when I’m with you…do you still mean it? No matter what, you’re going to be there for me? That you’ve got me?”

He snorts and rolls his eyes playfully. “Of course. As if I’d even think about letting you go at this point. You’re stuck with me, and I’m…hoping that I get to be stuck with you…” his tone softens as he subtly urges you to give him an answer.

You smile and slip the ring onto your finger, holding it up to give both of you a clear look at it. “I think going public sounds like a great idea.”

“Really!?” he shouts, standing up off of the bed only to lean down and hug you in a vice grip as he laughs excitedly. You’re pushed into the mattress as he leans in to connect your lips in a messy happy kiss. You can’t get the smile off of your own face. “God, I love you,” he whispers almost to himself.

You brush back the hair on his forehead with the hand the ring resides on and watch as his eyes flutter closed at your touch. “And no matter what happens from now on…I want you to know that I’ve got you too. No fan, no company, no news article is going to run me away. You’re stuck with me forever,” his eyes open and shine. You can see your future in those eyes. “I love you too. So much.”

[ff-rtp]

Soft spot

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Genre: Mafia AU | Angst | Romance | Drama

Pairings: Suho x Min | Chanyeol x Nari | Baekhyun x Sunny

Warning ⚠️: Violence and physical altercations, mentions of death/murder, weapons use (guns, knives, etc.), swearing, mild suggestive themes or sexual tension , mentions of blood/injury (e.g., medical descriptions or violence-related wounds), morally gray characters/actions.

Chapter1 Chapter2

Chapter 2

The forest erupted in chaos. Gunfire rang out, the sharp cracks echoing through the trees as bullets tore through the air. Min barely had time to react before her father dragged her to the ground, shielding her as bodies hit the forest floor around them. Blood splattered the dirt, and the eerie silence of the woods was replaced by the cries of dying men and the deafening sound of assault rifles.

Min’s heart pounded in her ears, her breath hitching as she turned her head. The rest of the officers—every single one of them—were sprawled lifeless on the ground, their weapons untouched.

Her father’s grip on her shoulder was firm, and she could feel his body tense as he scanned the situation. From the shadows, three figures emerged, their footsteps deliberate and slow, exuding confidence.

“You could at least wait for them to drop their guns,” Chanyeol said, smirking as he stepped forward. He towered over the bodies, his dark eyes filled with cruel amusement.

Behind him, Sehun swaggered into view, an assault rifle slung over his shoulder. “You know I get too excited during these things,” he replied with a cocky grin, spinning the rifle in his hands like a toy.

“Both of you, shut up,” Suho interrupted sharply as he stepped into the light, his presence commanding immediate attention. His pristine suit remained spotless, an unsettling contrast to the carnage surrounding him. He adjusted his cuffs before smirking down at the trembling officer and his daughter. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “What do we have here?”

Donghyun’s face paled as recognition dawned. “Jungmyeon…” he murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and fear.

Suho’s smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a glint of danger in his eyes. Beside him, Chanyeol and Sehun stiffened, their expressions shifting from amusement to shock. Few people outside the inner circle of the Mafia knew Suho’s real name, and the fact that this man did was a dangerous revelation.

“That name…” Suho’s voice turned icy, his smile fading. “I hope you understand how much it’s going to cost you to have spoken it.”

Before he could continue, Min raised her head, meeting Suho’s cold gaze with an intensity that caught him off guard. Unlike most who faced him, she didn’t look afraid. On the contrary, her dark eyes burned with defiance, her lips curling into a faint smirk.

For a brief moment, Suho was stunned. He didn’t expect such boldness, least of all from the daughter of a man who was already kneeling at his mercy.

“Well,” Suho said, regaining his composure with a dark chuckle. “This just got more interesting. Donghyun,” he sneered, turning his attention back to her father, “bringing your daughter on such a dangerous mission? Tsk. Stupid.”

Suho crouched to Min’s level, his face mere inches from hers. He grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her head so her defiant eyes met his. “You should’ve left her at home. Now look where we are.”

Donghyun bristled, his protective instincts kicking in. He lunged forward, but Chanyeol’s deep, menacing voice froze him in his tracks.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Chanyeol said, his smirk returning as he leaned casually on his rifle.

Sehun scoffed, clearly disappointed. “Ah, you should’ve let him try,” he said, his voice laced with mockery. “I could use some action right now.”

Ignoring them, Suho straightened and gave a sharp command. “Take the girl.”

Two of his men stepped forward, but Min wasn’t going down without a fight. With lightning speed, she yanked her gun from its holster and aimed it directly at Suho. Her hands were steady, her finger hovering over the trigger.

Suho didn’t flinch. In one fluid motion, he disarmed her, the gun clattering uselessly to the ground. A cold laugh escaped his lips as he stared her down. “Such a headache,” Sehun muttered, rolling his eyes. “Just kill her already.”

But Suho’s smile only widened. “No,” he said, his voice dripping with intrigue. “I have bigger plans for her.”

Donghyun’s voice rose in anger, his desperation evident. “Don’t you dare hurt her! Let her go!”

Suho’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, Sehun stepped forward and slammed the butt of his rifle into Donghyun’s temple. The older man crumpled to the ground with a groan, and Min’s blood boiled with fury.

“You’re being too dramatic,” Sehun said, smirking as he wiped his rifle clean. “It pisses me off.”

Min lunged toward him, but Suho’s men grabbed her arms, holding her back as she thrashed violently. She managed to land a kick on one of them, sending him stumbling, but the others quickly subdued her. Rope bound her wrists, and a cloth was forced over her mouth. Her muffled screams faded as the world around her went black.

“Sehun ,” Suho said, his tone calm but commanding. “One more task.”

Sehun smirks excitedly , awaiting orders.

“Make sure he will be hospitalised for a while, don’t kill him though.” Suho said, gesturing toward Donghyun’s unconscious form. “Then dump him somewhere far out of our radar.”

Sehun gave a curt nod and turned, ready to carry out the tasks. As Suho walked away, his expression remained cold and unreadable, though the fire in his eyes hinted at the plans brewing in his mind.

The dimly lit room smelled faintly of whiskey and smoke. Suho sat at the head of the table, exuding authority as he sipped from a crystal tumbler, the amber liquid gleaming under the faint overhead light. Across from him, Min was tied to his chair, unconscious, her head slumped forward. A deep silence loomed as the Mafia members gathered, their eyes flickering between their boss and the girl in front of them.

Suho’s sharp voice sliced through the stillness. “Chanyeol, Sehun , did you take care of what I asked?”

Chanyeo nodded, speaking for both of them , his tone flat but confident. “Yes. Donghyun was dumped on the other side of Seoul, completely off our radar. D.O. wiped all the camera footage that could incriminate us. The cars and bodies? Ashes now.”

“Good.” Suho leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his whiskey, satisfaction evident in his smirk.

Chen leaned forward, eyeing the unconscious girl with a mix of curiosity and wariness. “What are you going to do with her?”

Suho’s expression hardened, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “She’s smart—too smart to waste. Someone like her could be useful to us. And if Donghyun has plans to retaliate, we have her as leverage.” He paused, letting the words sink in before flashing a cold smile. “She’ll be an important piece in my plans against the Chinese Mafia.”

Sehun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “She’s going to be nothing but trouble. I can feel it already.”

“She’s already trouble,” Chen muttered under his breath, earning a smirk from Chanyeol.

Suho ignored them, his voice sharp and commanding. “We’re reinforcing security throughout the forest. And no one, I repeat, no one is to go near her except me. She stays in the third-floor room. Minimal contact. Understood?”

The others nodded. Orders from Suho weren’t suggestions, after all.

The girl was carried out moments later, her police equipment and phone stripped from her. She fought weakly against the guards before the sedative in the cloth over her mouth knocked her unconscious again.

Min woke up slowly, her head pounding as the world around her came into focus. The cold, dimly lit room smelled sterile, yet oppressive. The moment her eyes fluttered open, they locked with Suho’s. He was sitting casually in the corner, legs crossed, watching her with a predator’s interest.

“Finally awake,” he murmured, his tone almost mocking.

Her instinctive reaction was disgust, though her head throbbed too much to show it fully. “What do you want with me?” she asked hoarsely, her voice laced with defiance. “Where is my father?What have you done to him ? ”

Suho’s lips curled into a small, almost amused smile. “So many questions. You should rest for now—you’re going to be very important to my plans.”

She glared at him, her disgust evident now. “I’d rather die than help you.”

He chuckled at her boldness, pushing off the wall and approaching her slowly. He crouched down to meet her gaze at eye level. “Careful what you wish for, Officer Min,” he whispered, his voice dripping with menace. “I might take you up on that offer.”

Her glare didn’t waver, but the tension in her jaw betrayed her frustration. Suho smirked and stood, adjusting his suit jacket. “Get some sleep. You’ll need it.” He turned on his heel and left the room without another word, leaving her alone in the oppressive silence.

Nari stood backstage, staring out at the audience through a gap in the curtain. Her deep blue costume with intricate gold details shimmered under the stage lights, making her look both regal and ethereal. Her heart ached, but not from stage fright.

She scanned the crowd, hoping against hope to see Min’s familiar face. But Min wasn’t there. Instead, her eyes caught sight of someone unexpected—Luhan. Her pulse quickened. What was he doing here?

Before she could dwell on it, the show began. She forced herself into her element, letting the music and the dance consume her. Her movements were graceful, fluid, captivating. The audience was mesmerized, but her mind remained sharp, her attention flickering back to the shadowy figure of Luhan in the crowd.

What she didn’t notice, however, was Chanyeol sitting a few rows behind, his expression dark as he kept an eye on both Luhan and her. His jaw clenched. What the hell is Luhan planning?

Unable to shake his unease, Chanyeol called Baekhyun. “Luhan’s here.”

Baekhyun’s amused voice crackled through the phone. “Maybe he’s there to culture himself. Who doesn’t love a good ballet?”

Chanyeol’s voice remained tense. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”

“Relax. Keep an eye on him,” Baekhyun replied, brushing it off.

The performance ended after an hour, and the audience erupted into applause. Nari stepped forward for a bow, her polite smile hiding her exhaustion. She spotted Luhan approaching the stage with a bouquet of flowers, his eyes fixed on her.

“Beautiful performance,” Luhan said smoothly, handing her the bouquet. “I came especially for you.”

Nari’s polite smile faltered slightly. Something about his tone sent a shiver down her spine. “Thank you,” she replied quietly, her voice laced with caution.

“I’d love to get to know you better,” Luhan said, leaning in slightly.

Chanyeol, lurking in the shadows, caught enough of the exchange to piece it together. His fists clenched as he saw Nari’s strained politeness, her body language screaming discomfort.

After Luhan left, the room emptied, leaving Nari alone as she gathered her things.

“You’re quite popular,” Chanyeol’s deep voice echoed from the back of the theater.

She turned, her soft, ironic smile lighting up the dim room. “Let me guess. A coincidence again?”

Her voice struck him like a blow, sweet but sharp, and for a moment, he was caught off guard. All he could manage was a weak, “I liked the last time. And you were amazing again.”

Her smile softened, becoming genuine, and Chanyeol’s heart stung unexpectedly. “How long have you been doing this?” he asked, trying to focus on anything other than his erratic heartbeat.

“Since forever,” she answered simply, her tone gentle.

He nodded, smiling slightly despite himself. “It shows. You’re… good at it.”

The sudden chill in the room made her shiver, and Chanyeol noticed immediately. His instincts kicked in, though he hated himself for it. “You should get going. You’ll freeze out here.”

She gave him a soft smile before turning to leave.

Chanyeol sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He slammed his fist against it violently, his breath uneven.

It wasn’t Luhan’s presence that bothered him anymore—it was her.

Luhan stormed into the booth, his coat still carrying the scent of the opera house, his jaw tight. Inside, Kris lounged on the plush couch with his signature smug grin, Tao flipping lazily through his phone, and Lay sitting silently, his dark eyes watchful as ever.

“Well?” Kris leaned forward, his grin widening. “Is it her?”

Luhan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “By the necklace, it looks like her. But that’s not enough to confirm it.”

Kris’s grin faded slightly. “Then how do we confirm it, genius?”

Tao smirked, leaning back with his arms crossed. “We could just ask her. Straight up. Easy.”

Luhan turned to Tao, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Sure, Tao. Let’s just waltz up to her and say, ‘Hey, are you the Zhang Triad’s lost princess?’ That’ll work great.”

Kris rolled his eyes. “Enough. What’s the plan?”

“We need to get close,” Luhan said, his irritation simmering. “Gain her trust, find out more about her. Then we’ll take her for blood tests. Until then, we have nothing solid.”

Lay, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. His tone was calm but edged with warning. “If she’s who we think she is, we need to keep her safe. She’s valuable. And not just to us.”

Kris’s grin returned, more menacing than before. “Safe or not, we’re not losing her. Luhan, you’re the charmer. Get under her skin. Find out everything.”

Luhan’s lips curved into a smirk, though his eyes remained cold. “Don’t worry. She won’t even see me coming.”

As the sun rose over the city, Sunny parked her Mini Cooper in the hospital lot, the morning breeze ruffling her hair. She leaned back in the seat, phone pressed to her ear.

“I’m telling you, Nari,” Sunny said, her voice tinged with worry, “Min wouldn’t just disappear like this. It’s not like her.”

On the other end, Nari sighed, her tone more hopeful than she felt. “She’s probably just taking her time. That mission in Gwanmok Forest sounded intense. She’ll turn up.”

Sunny chewed on her lip. “Her phone’s been disconnected for days. You really think she’s just…resting?”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to be disturbed?” Nari suggested, though doubt crept into her voice.

Sunny wasn’t convinced, but she let it go. “Fine. But if I don’t hear from her soon, I’m going to start asking around.”

“Sunny, don’t get yourself in trouble,” Nari warned gently.

“I make no promises,” Sunny quipped, ending the call.

As she stepped out of her car, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She glanced across the parking lot and locked eyes with Baekhyun.

Baekhyun leaned casually against his black SUV, phone to his ear, but his attention was fully on the blonde girl who had just waved at him. A smirk tugged at his lips. She was bold—waving at a stranger like that.

On the other end of the call, Chanyeol’s voice was impatient. “Why are you even still watching her? Suho gave you one job—to keep an eye on her and her friends, not to flirt.”

Baekhyun chuckled, his eyes still on Sunny. “She’s cute. Blonde hair, big smile. Looks like trouble.”

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol growled, “if you screw this up—”

“I’m not screwing anything up,” Baekhyun interrupted, his tone light. “Just saying, my target’s more interesting than yours.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, though Baekhyun could hear the faintest hint of amusement. “Focus.”

“Always do,” Baekhyun said with a grin, ending the call.

Sunny, meanwhile, decided to test her theory. She strode across the parking lot toward him, her curiosity outweighing any sense of caution.

“Hi there,” she said brightly. “New resident? Or are you just stalking me?”

Baekhyun blinked, caught off guard, before his grin widened. “Why can’t it be both?”

Sunny tilted her head, studying him. “Huh. A resident who thinks he’s funny. Good luck with that.”

Baekhyun chuckled. “And you are?”

“Han So-yeon. ER resident. You?”

“Baek,” he said simply, offering his hand. Sunny hesitated for a moment, then shook it, her curiosity deepening.

The streetlights cast long shadows on the deserted road as Nari walked home from practice, her ballet bag slung over one shoulder. Her steps were light, almost dancing, as if she hadn’t left the studio hours ago. Passing by a convenience store, she paused briefly to glance at the brightly lit display window, her reflection faintly visible against the glass.

That’s when her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure sitting inside a sleek black car parked across the street.

Chanyeol.

His sharp gaze was fixed on her, the tension in his jaw evident even from a distance. For a moment, Nari hesitated, then smiled warmly and raised a hand in a small wave.

Chanyeol’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected her to notice him—or to smile at him like that. It disarmed him in a way he wasn’t used to. Cursing under his breath, he pushed open the car door and walked toward her.

As he approached, Nari tilted her head, her smile widening. “Are you stalking me, Chanyeol?” she teased playfully.

He stopped a few feet from her, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m not stalking you,” he replied flatly, though his lips quirked slightly. “I’ve got business in the area.”

“Oh, I see,” she said, nodding as if she believed him. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it’s going well.” Her voice was soft, and her smile lingered—a warmth that stirred something in Chanyeol he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Yeah,” he said shortly, glancing away.

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” she said, her voice genuine, before turning toward her apartment building.

Chanyeol watched her for a moment, debating whether to get back into his car. Just as he turned to leave, he caught sight of two men approaching Nari. Their movements were casual, but there was a predatory edge to their stance that put him on high alert.

Nari ignored them at first, her steps quickening as she clutched her bag tighter. But the men were persistent, calling after her with sleazy remarks.

“Hey, sweetheart, don’t walk so fast. We’re just trying to talk.”

“Yeah, no need to be rude. You’re too pretty to ignore us like that.”

Nari didn’t respond, her pace increasing as she neared the steps to her apartment building.

From his car, Chanyeol’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. It’s not your problem, he told himself. Walk away. She can handle it.

But the sight of one of the men reaching out to grab her wrist was the last straw. A surge of anger rose in his chest, and before he could think twice, Chanyeol was out of the car.

“Hey!” His voice was low and dangerous, cutting through the night like a blade.

The men turned, startled by the towering figure now striding toward them.

“Mind your own business, man,” one of them sneered.

“This is my business,” Chanyeol growled, his dark eyes blazing. “Walk away before I make you regret it.”

The tension crackled like static in the air. One of the men foolishly tried to step forward, but Chanyeol was faster. In one swift motion, he grabbed the man by his collar and slammed him against the nearest wall.

“You should’ve listened,” he hissed, his voice like ice.

The second man didn’t wait to see what would happen next. He bolted, leaving his companion to stammer apologies before Chanyeol let him go with a shove.

“Are you okay?” Chanyeol asked, turning to Nari. His voice was softer now, but his expression was unreadable.

Nari nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the strap of her bag. “Thank you… for that,” she said, offering him a small, shaky smile.

“I’ll walk you the rest of the way,” Chanyeol said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Nari hesitated but eventually nodded. As they walked, the silence between them felt heavy, but not uncomfortable. Nari fidgeted with her necklace, running her fingers over the familiar design—a habit she’d developed whenever she was anxious.

Chanyeol’s eyes caught the movement, his gaze narrowing as he noticed the necklace for the first time. The shape of it struck him like a lightning bolt.

“That necklace,” he said abruptly. “Where did you get it?”

Nari blinked, caught off guard by the question. She looked down at the necklace and then back at him. “Oh, this? It was a gift from my adoptive mom. She said it belonged to me… from before.”

“From before?” Chanyeol pressed, his voice tight.

Nari sighed, her steps slowing. “I don’t know much about my past. I was adopted as a baby. My parents… my adoptive parents, I mean, were amazing. They loved me so much.” She paused, her expression darkening. “But they died when I was ten. After that, everything is kind of a blur.”

Chanyeol’s jaw clenched as he listened. His mind was racing, piecing together everything he knew about the Zhang Triad, the lost princess, and now this girl who seemed too kind and innocent to be connected to such a dark past.

“I’m sorry,”Nari continued, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips. “I probably shouldn’t bore you with my sob story. It’s ancient history.”

Chanyeol’s heart clenched at her words. Bore me? he thought. She had no idea how much her story had just upended everything he thought he knew. The necklace, her adoption, the death of her parents—it all pointed to the impossible.

“You’re not boring me,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. “It’s just… your story, it’s—” He stopped himself, shaking his head. Not now. Don’t say too much.

Nari glanced up at him, her eyes curious. “It’s what?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Just… be careful. And don’t trust people so easily.”

Her brow furrowed slightly at his words. “That’s a little ironic coming from someone who just saved me… again.”

Chanyeol almost smiled at her remark. Almost. “I’m not exactly a good guy,” he said, his tone dark.

“Maybe not,” Nari said, her voice gentle, “but you’ve been good to me.”

Her words caught him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Instead, he looked away, his thoughts swirling like a storm.

When they reached her apartment building, Nari turned to him with another warm smile. “Thank you for walking me home… and for what you did back there. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Chanyeol muttered, his voice gruff.

But Nari stepped closer, her expression earnest. “I do. You didn’t have to step in, but you did. Twice now. That means something to me.”

Chanyeol’s heart thudded in his chest, the warmth in her eyes making it hard to look away. He felt something crack inside him—something he’d spent years fortifying.

“Just… be careful,” he said again, his voice quieter this time. “And don’t go out alone at night.”

“I’ll try,” she said with a small laugh, stepping back toward her door. “Goodnight, Chanyeol.”

He nodded, watching as she unlocked her door and slipped inside. She waved one last time before the door closed behind her, leaving him alone in the quiet street.

Chanyeol climbed back into his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as his mind raced. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It wasn’t just the necklace, though that was a problem all on its own. If she was connected to the Zhang Triad, everything about her life was about to change. She’d be dragged into a world she couldn’t possibly be prepared for.

But it wasn’t just the truth he’d uncovered that haunted him—it was her.

Her smile. Her warmth. The way she looked at him like he was someone worth trusting. He hadn’t felt that in years, not since he’d buried his emotions beneath layers of violence and indifference.

“This is dangerous,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair as he drove. “She’s dangerous.”

But no matter how much he tried to convince himself, he couldn’t shake the image of her out of his mind. Her laughter, the way she touched that necklace, the way she trusted him without hesitation—it all made him feel things he didn’t want to feel.

She’s not for you, Chanyeol. She’s too good. Too kind. Too pure. You’ll destroy her.

Yet, as much as he tried to push her out of his thoughts, a part of him—the part he’d buried so long ago—couldn’t stop wanting to protect her. Not just from the world, but from himself.

And that terrified him more than anything else.

The faint hum of a computer filled the office as Suho and D.O. sat across from one another. The tension was palpable, their minds working in overdrive to piece together the puzzle that had suddenly landed in their laps. Suho leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the armrest as D.O. typed furiously on the keyboard, pulling up files and images onto the screen.

“If the China mafia were planning to come after us, they would’ve made their move by now,” Suho said, his voice calm but sharp. “They’re waiting for something—or someone.”

D.O. glanced up briefly before returning his gaze to the screen. “Chanyeol mentioned Luhan was following the girl he’s been watching,” D.O. added, his tone even but laced with curiosity.

Suho’s eyes narrowed. “What girl?”

“That ballet student. The one from the casino incident,” D.O. replied.

Suho’s gaze flicked to the screen just as an image of Nari popped up. The faint details of her necklace caught his eye, and he leaned forward, scrutinizing it.

“Wait,” Suho said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Go back. Zoom in on her necklace.”

D.O. obeyed, the image sharpening as he zoomed in. The pendant shimmered on the screen, revealing its distinct shape.

“It’s just an ‘N,’ probably for her name,” D.O. said, already moving to the next slide.

“Look at it from the side,” Suho ordered, his tone colder now.

D.O. hesitated, then rotated the image slightly. His eyes widened as the necklace’s true shape became clear—it wasn’t an “N” at all, but a stylized “Z.”

“Do you think she’s connected to the Zhang Triad?” D.O. asked, his voice quieter now as he processed the implications.

Suho’s jaw clenched. “If Luhan and his crew are following her, I’d bet on it. This isn’t a coincidence.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Gather everyone in the meeting room. And bring the police officer too,” Suho said sharply.

D.O. raised a brow. “You sure about that?”

“Now,” Suho snapped, leaving no room for argument.

D.O. nodded and quickly moved to inform the others.

The door to Min’s temporary room swung open violently, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Sehun stood in the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips, while Kai leaned casually against the frame, his arms crossed.

“Knock, knock,” Sehun said sarcastically, his grin widening.

Min looked up from her seat, unfazed by their entrance. “Don’t you two have anything better to do than play door games?”

“You’re coming with us, police officer,” Kai said, stepping inside with deliberate slowness.

Min leaned back, crossing her arms. “In your dreams,” she shot back coldly.

Sehun chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “He didn’t say to bring you alive,” he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Kai shot Sehun a warning glance, then sighed. “Look, don’t make this harder than it has to be. We don’t have time for your games, Min.”

Min stared at him, weighing her options. She knew she was outnumbered and in enemy territory. With a reluctant sigh, she stood up.

“Fine,” she said, brushing past Kai. But as she passed Sehun, she added, “At least some of you still pretend to be civil. Unlike others who act like spoiled brats.”

Sehun’s smirk dropped instantly, replaced by a glare. “What did you just say?”

“Don’t hurt yourself trying to figure it out,” she said sweetly, her sarcasm sharp.

Sehun took a threatening step forward, but Kai placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“Calm down, Sehun,” Kai said firmly. “We’re on a schedule.”

Sehun muttered under his breath, but he stepped back, glaring at Min the entire time.

The room was uncomfortably silent as Suho’s statement hung in the air. All eyes were on him, the tension thick as everyone waited for him to continue. Min sat stiffly in her chair, clearly out of place and unamused, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Suho leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, his cold gaze sweeping the room. “I might have figured out what the China mafia is after,” he said, his voice calm but heavy with meaning.

D.O. pressed a key on his laptop, and the screen at the front of the room lit up. A surveillance video began to play, showing a dimly lit opera house. The footage zoomed in on Luhan standing near the exit, speaking to someone—Nari.

Min’s eyes immediately narrowed as recognition dawned on her. “That guy…” she said, her voice sharp. “He approached us before. At the casino.”

Suho’s eyes shifted to her, his expression unreadable. “Interesting. Seems like he has a habit of following your friend.”

Min frowned, sitting up straighter. “What’s your point?”

Suho’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Officer Im, can you tell us a little about your friends?”

Min rolled her eyes, her irritation obvious. “Why should I?”

Before Suho could respond, Sehun stood abruptly, pulling a gun from his holster and pointing it directly at her. “You’re really testing my patience,” he sneered, his finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger.

Min glanced at the gun with little concern, then turned her gaze back to Suho. “Seriously? How do you even give this idiot a gun?”

Sehun’s smirk faded instantly, and he took a step closer, but Suho raised a hand to stop him. “Sehun,” he said calmly, “stand down.”

Sehun hesitated, glaring at Min, but eventually lowered his weapon.

Suho shifted his attention back to her, his tone sharper now. “Your friends’ lives are at stake. If you care about them, you’ll cooperate.”

Min’s expression faltered slightly, the weight of his words sinking in. After a long pause, she exhaled and leaned back in her chair. “Fine. But only because of them.”

“Start with Nari,” Suho instructed.

Min hesitated, then began, her voice steady but laced with reluctance. “Nari’s… complicated. She was adopted as a baby. Her adoptive parents died when she was ten, and she’s been on her own ever since. She never talks about it because she doesn’t like burdening people with her past.”

As Min spoke, Chanyeol froze in his seat. Her words triggered flashes of memory—Nari’s soft voice telling him the same story, the way she had smiled despite the pain in her eyes. He clenched his fists under the table, his jaw tightening.

On the screen, D.O. brought up a clearer image of Nari. The room fell silent as her face filled the screen, radiant and full of life. She was undeniably beautiful, her smile glowing even through the cold lens of surveillance footage.

Chanyeol’s gaze lingered on the screen, unable to look away. There was something about her presence, even in a photo, that struck him deeply.

“Does anyone recognize the symbol on her necklace?” Suho asked, breaking the silence.

The room remained quiet. Everyone exchanged glances but offered no answers.

D.O. leaned forward, rotating the image. The necklace’s pendant, originally appearing as an “N,” shifted slightly, revealing itself to be a stylized “Z.”

Gasps filled the room as realization set in.

“Zhang Triad,” Chen muttered, his voice low.

“Wait,” Min interrupted, looking genuinely confused. “She’s had that necklace since she was born. What does this have to do with the mafia?”

Suho leaned back in his chair, his expression dark. “Everything.” He paused, his tone growing heavier. “You’ve all heard of the Zhang Triad. But what you know is only half the story.”

He stood, pacing the room as he spoke.

“Decades ago, the Zhang Triad ruled over China’s underground with absolute power. The organization was led by three brothers. Each of them ruthless, brilliant, and ambitious. Together, they divided their territories, controlling the northern, eastern, and western regions of China. But what made them strong also made them vulnerable—internal conflict.”

The room was silent, everyone hanging on Suho’s every word.

“The youngest brother had something the others didn’t, a daughter. She was born into wealth and privilege, destined to inherit the youngest brother’s empire. But shortly after her birth, she was kidnapped. No one knows how it happened. In the chaos, the oldest brother Zhang Wei , tried to intervene but was killed in the process.”

“Who kidnapped her?” Kai asked, his voice tense.

Suho shook his head. “No one knows. Some say it was an inside job. Others believe it was a rival gang trying to destabilize the triad. Regardless, the loss of the girl, and the death of the oldest brother, shattered the organization. The Zhang Triad crumbled, and its members scattered. But the legend of the lost princess remained.”

“So you’re saying…” Baekhyun started, his voice trailing off as realization hit him.

Suho nodded grimly. “If Nari is wearing that necklace, it’s not a coincidence. That symbol belongs to the Zhang family. If she really is the lost princess, the China mafia will stop at nothing to find her.”

Min’s face paled, her mind racing. “This… this can’t be. She doesn’t know anything about this. She’s just a girl—”

“She’s not just a girl,” Suho interrupted. “She’s their key to reclaiming power. And if we don’t act fast,they’ll burry the past forever , by killing her .”

The room fell silent again, the weight of Suho’s words settling over them like a dark cloud.

“What do we do now?” D.O. asked finally.

Suho’s expression hardened. “We prepare for war.”

The tension in the room was palpable as Min’s mind raced, trying to piece together everything Suho had just revealed. Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, and she couldn’t help but shoot Suho an accusing glare. “You talked about my friends,” she said, her voice sharp. “So what does Sunny have to do with all this?”

Suho leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but calculated, as though he had been waiting for her to ask. “With Sunny, it’s much simpler,” he said. “Her grandfather was the right-hand man of Wei Zhang—the eldest brother of the triad.”

Min’s brow furrowed, disbelief written all over her face. “You’re kidding, right?”

Suho shook his head. “After Wei’s death, Sunny’s grandfather left the mafia life completely. He built a new life in real estate, and that business was later passed down to his son—Sunny’s father. But here’s the thing. Sunny’s grandfather is one of the very few people left alive who likely knows the full truth about the Zhang Triad’s downfall.”

Baekhyun let out a low whistle, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “So, let me get this straight,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “Both of these girls have targets on their backs, and they don’t even know it.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Suho said, his voice cutting through the room. “We need to get the girls and protect them. Sunny might have answers we desperately need, and if Nari is who we think she is, the China mafia most likely wants her dead. Killing her would bury the Zhang Triad’s legacy for good, allowing them to take over China. We can’t let that happen.”

Kai crossed his arms, his expression skeptical. “But if we keep her alive, what then? What do we even do with her?”

Suho’s lips curled into a sly smile. “We play the good guys for once. If we protect her and later return her to her family, they’ll owe us—a debt that could put us in a position of power. Imagine what we could gain from that.”

Suho glanced around the room, his sharp eyes gauging each member’s reaction. “What do you think?”

Before anyone could respond, Min stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. Her voice was steady but filled with determination. “I’ll help you. But only if you promise to keep my friends safe.”

Suho let out a sharp laugh, his tone mocking. “That wasn’t exactly a choice, Officer Im,” he said coolly. “You’ll help us whether you like it or not.” His smirk disappeared, replaced by a cold, commanding expression. “But it’s good to know you’ve finally caught up.”

Min glared at him but didn’t argue further. She wasn’t doing this for him or his gang—she was doing it for Sunny and Nari.

Suho straightened, his voice firm as he addressed the group. “We need to act fast. We’re getting them tonight. But we can’t storm in and take them; they’re probably being watched by the China mafia.”

He turned to Min, his tone sharp. “You’re going to call them and set up a meeting at the entrance of the forest . We’ll extract them from there. They’ll need to move unnoticed. Is that clear?”

Min hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Good,” Suho said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “D.O., prepare the tech, Xiumin will help you . Kai, Sehun and Baekhyun you’re in charge of the extraction team. Chanyeol, you’re with me. Chen , stay on standby in case we need a distraction . Everyone else, prepare for backup. We can’t afford mistakes.”

“Are we sure about this?” Chen asked cautiously, leaning forward. “What if the China mafia catches on? We’d be walking right into a trap.”

“That’s a risk we’ll have to take,” Suho said, his gaze steady. “But if we succeed, we’ll be one step ahead of them—and that’s all we need to win.”

The group dispersed quickly, each member moving with purpose. Min lingered for a moment, watching Suho as he barked orders. She hated him and everything he stood for, but for now, she had no choice but to trust him.

As the room emptied, Suho caught her eye, his expression unreadable. “Don’t screw this up, Officer Im,” he said quietly. “Their lives depend on it.”

Min’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond. She wouldn’t let him see her doubt—or her fear. Without another word, she turned and left, the weight of her friends’ safety pressing heavily on her shoulders.

The tension in the room was thick as Min hesitated, the phone trembling slightly in her hand. She felt the weight of the gang’s piercing stares, their silence pressing down on her like a vice. Suho stood near her, his sharp gaze unwavering, while D.O. and Xiumin monitored the screen, ready to intercept any signals that might compromise their operation.

Min took a deep breath and dialed, initiating a conference call. Her heart pounded in her chest, and when the line connected, her friends’ voices flooded her ears.

“Hello?” Sunny’s voice was cautious, but there was an edge of annoyance.

“Who is this?” Nari chimed in, confused.

When they realized they were on the same line, their confusion turned into surprise. “Sunny? Nari?” they both said at once.

“What’s going on? Who is this?” Sunny asked.

Min swallowed hard. Hearing their voices after so long made her chest tighten. She clenched the phone tighter and finally spoke. “Girls, it’s me. Min.”

There was a beat of silence before their responses came, overlapping in their worry and frustration.

“Min? Where the hell have you been?!” Sunny demanded.

“Do you know how worried we’ve been?” Nari added, her voice soft but tinged with hurt.

Min closed her eyes for a moment, guilt washing over her. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything later, but right now, I need you both to do something for me.”

“Do what?” Sunny’s tone was suspicious, and Nari’s was laced with uncertainty.

“I need you to come to Gwanmok Forest. Right away. I’ll be waiting for you there,” Min said firmly, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

“What? The forest?” Sunny asked, incredulous.

“Min, what’s going on? Why the forest?” Nari questioned, her worry deepening.

Min’s voice softened, but her urgency remained. “I can’t explain right now. Just trust me, please. It’s important. And listen to me carefully—you need to make sure no one is following you. Be extremely cautious, take side streets, and don’t let anyone see where you’re going. Got it?”

“Min, you’re scaring me,” Nari said quietly.

“I know, and I’m sorry. But you have to trust me, okay?” Min insisted.

Sunny sighed loudly. “Fine. But you better explain everything when we get there.”

“We’re on our way,” Nari said after a moment.

Min nodded, even though they couldn’t see her. “Thank you. Be careful.”

As the call ended, she lowered the phone and handed it back to Suho. His expression was unreadable, but his sharp nod signaled his approval.

“Good. Now we move,” Suho said. “Everyone, get ready. This has to go perfectly.”

The room buzzed with quiet determination as the team began preparing. D.O. and Xiumin worked swiftly, setting up surveillance feeds and monitoring for any activity that might indicate the China mafia’s presence. Chen double-checked their weapons, ensuring everything was in top condition.

Kai, Sehun, and Baekhyun slipped on their gear—black tactical outfits designed for stealth and mobility. Chanyeol adjusted the earpiece in his ear, his jaw set with grim determination.

As Min stood to the side, pulling on a simple black jacket to blend in, Suho approached her. “This is your one and only chance to prove your loyalty,” he said quietly. “If you slip up, it won’t just be your friends paying the price.”

Min glared at him but didn’t respond, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

The forest was dark, with only slivers of moonlight filtering through the dense canopy of trees. The sound of rustling leaves and distant animals filled the silence as the group moved into position. Suho’s voice came through their earpieces, calm and commanding.

“Everyone in position. Keep your eyes open. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Kai and Sehun crouched low near a clearing, their eyes scanning the perimeter. Baekhyun was stationed on a nearby ridge, his sharp eyes watching for any movement. Chen stood further back, ready to create a distraction if necessary.

Chanyeol leaned against a tree, his tall frame cloaked in shadow, while Suho and Min waited in the designated meeting spot. D.O. and Xiumin remained at the safe house, monitoring the situation through a live feed.

“They’re late,” Sehun muttered through the comms, his voice laced with impatience.

“They’re not late,” Kai replied, his tone calm but firm. “We’re early. Stay focused.”

Baekhyun smirked, his voice teasing. “Look at you, Mr. Responsible. Don’t get soft on us now, Kai.”

“Enough,” Suho’s voice cut through the comms, silencing their banter. “This isn’t a joke. Stay sharp.”

Min shifted uncomfortably, her nerves on edge. “Do you always bark orders like this?” she muttered under her breath.

Suho glanced at her, his expression cold. “When lives are on the line? Yes.”

Chanyeol’s voice came through the earpiece, low and tense. “I see headlights. Two cars.”

Suho’s jaw tightened. “Everyone, hold your positions. Min, stay quiet.”

As the cars approached, the tension in the forest grew. The sound of engines grew louder, then stopped abruptly. The faint sound of car doors opening and closing followed.

“They’re here,” Baekhyun confirmed softly.

“Let’s hope this goes smoothly,” Suho said, his hand resting on the gun at his side.

Min held her breath as she saw two familiar figures stepping cautiously into the clearing. Sunny and Nari looked around nervously, their eyes darting through the shadows.

“Min?” Nari called out, her voice trembling slightly.

“I’m here,” Min said, stepping forward.

Min stepped forward, her heart pounding as she finally saw her friends up close. Without hesitation, she pulled them into a tight embrace, her voice trembling as she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Sunny hugged her back fiercely, her usual bravado tinged with relief. “Min, what the hell is going on? You disappeared, and now this?”

Nari stayed frozen, her eyes darting past Min to the figures behind her. Her expression shifted into shock when her gaze landed on Chanyeol, who stood tall and imposing, his sharp features shadowed by the moonlight. “Who…who are they?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

Before Min could respond, the distant hum of a car engine pierced the quiet of the forest, growing louder with every second. The moment stretched as the engine revved and the vehicle skidded to a stop.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted, the sound ripping through the air like thunder.

“Get down!” Suho barked, his voice cold and commanding. Without hesitation, he grabbed Min’s wrist and yanked her behind a nearby tree. The movement was swift, but his grip was firm, his body shielding hers completely. She could feel the tension radiating from him as his chest pressed against hers.

“Stay put,” he murmured, his voice low but intense. Min looked up at him, her breath hitching at the nearness. His eyes flicked down for a split second, sharp and calculating, before returning to the chaos ahead.

On the other side of the clearing, Chanyeol’s reflexes were just as fast. As bullets rained down, he sprinted toward Nari, his long legs closing the distance in seconds. Without a word, he pulled her down, wrapping his arms around her protectively and using his body as a shield.

“Stay still,” he muttered against her ear, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his warmth despite the cold night, but her trembling was uncontrollable.

“Wh-what’s happening?” she stammered, clutching at his jacket as another round of shots whizzed past

“You’re okay,” Chanyeol said, his voice uncharacteristically soft, though his eyes remained hard and focused. “I’ve got you. Don’t move.”

Across the clearing, Baekhyun cursed under his breath as he darted toward Sunny. She had been too stunned to move when the gunfire started, standing frozen in place. “Dammit, Sunny, come on!” he growled, reaching her just as a bullet grazed his shoulder.

He winced but didn’t stop, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward cover behind a fallen tree.

“You’re bleeding!” Sunny exclaimed, her voice panicked as she took in the blood soaking his sleeve.

Baekhyun gave her a lopsided grin, even as he pressed a hand to his wound. “It’s just a scratch, sweetheart . Focus.” His teasing tone didn’t quite mask the pain in his eyes, but it was enough to snap her out of her fear.

“Don’t call me sweetheart !” she hissed, crouching lower as bullets continued to fly.

“Whatever you say,” he shot back, winking despite the situation.

The forest erupted with movement as Suho’s team sprang into action. Kai and Sehun were already positioned, returning fire with precision, while D.O. relayed instructions through their earpieces. Chen approached them ready to shoot if needed .

The car that had arrived screeched to a halt, and the gunfire ceased momentarily. A heavy silence fell over the clearing as the car doors swung open.

From the passenger seat, a tall figure stepped out, his movements deliberate and calm despite the chaos. He adjusted his suit jacket, his sharp features illuminated by the car’s headlights.

“Stand down,” Suho ordered through the earpiece, signaling his team to hold their fire. His eyes narrowed as he recognized the man approaching.

Kris.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk as his gaze swept over the group, finally landing on Nari, who was still pressed against Chanyeol.

“I think you have something that belongs to me,” Kris said smoothly, his tone dripping with arrogance. His eyes locked onto Nari, and his smirk widened.

The clearing was silent except for the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Chanyeol’s grip on Nari tightened, his jaw clenched as he shifted slightly, positioning himself between her and Kris.

From behind the tree, Min’s breath hitched as Suho’s hand rested on his gun, his body still shielding hers. “Stay close,” he whispered, his tone deadly serious.

Nari felt her pulse quicken as Kris’s piercin gaze bore into her. Sunny, crouched behind the fallen tree with Baekhyun, glanced at her friend, confusion and fear flickering in her eyes.

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Marriage Counseling (Exo Suho Smut)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Smut (16+)

You blankly stared off into the distance as you lazily stirred your coffee and Baekhyun droned on about whatnot. You glanced at your left hand and quickly looked out the window of the small diner. You weren’t wearing your wedding band or engagement ring and your left index finger looked naked. It was weird. You had worn those rings simultaneously for three years and now you couldn’t really wear them.

Truthfully, you didn’t even want to be on this date, but you figured that you might as well try what the therapist suggested. Your marriage to Junmyeon had been a little rocky for the past four months and sometimes you wished he would roll over and die already, but you couldn’t help thinking about him. You still loved him.

You nearly jumped out of the booth when your vision came into focus and saw Junmyeon glaring at you and Baekhyun through the thin sheet of glass. His jaw was set and he speedily walked away, hands clenched and muttering to himself. You would have scolded yourself if it weren’t for the fact that you were only following orders. It may have hurt him that Baekhyun is (or possibly now was) his friend and he probably felt betrayed on both sides, but you both knew that the man liked you long before Junmyeon even knew of your existence. Hell, you both used to laugh at it and joke about it. The only difference is that then you weren’t having a meal with your admirer.

For the whole date, you only thought of the man you could possibly soon have a divorce with. Baekhyun continued to talk about anything ‘weird’ he came across during work. You never touch your food, save for nibbling at a few fries.

Baekhyun drives you home and walks you to your door. You felt crazy during the drive because there was a car a few houses down that looked exactly like your husband’s. During the separation, it was agreed that you could stay at the house. There were several occasions you considered staying at a hotel since the memories would bring too much pain, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go through with it. You automatically unlocked your front door and cracked it open.

“Would you like to come in?” You turned and looked at him. His eyes were so kind and gentle, it made you regret ignoring him for the whole date.

“No, I have to go in early. Thank you, though. I’m sorry if I bored you. I know I talk a lot.”

“It’s fine. Your company is nice and it helped to avoid an awkward silence.” You reached out, held his hand in your own, and softly smiled. He returned the smile and, within no time, had leaned in and was now kissing you. His lips were plush and full, different from Junmyeon’s small lips. You returned the kiss and it gradually became more heated as your lips parted. You pulled away as a wave of guilt, sadness, horror, and nostalgia crashed over you.

“Goodnight.” You smiled and quickly yet gently pecked his lips.

“Goodnight. Sleep well.” His face was beaming as he turned away and walked back to his car.

You walked into your house and locked the door. You kicked your shoes off at the door, set your purse down on the kitchen table, and threw your cardigan, socks, and skinny jeans into the clothes hamper. Your heart was fluttering like a teenage girl that had been noticed by a jock; it meant nothing, it was purely from being touched by someone new.

You took off your makeup, entered your bedroom, and started taking off your jewelry.

“Has your plan always been to stab me in the back? To try to sleep with one of my closest friends?” Even though you instantly recognized the voice, you still jumped and screamed. Halfway through the scream, a hand covered your mouth and you were pressed against a wall.

Once your mouth was uncovered, you recoiled, “You’re going to judge me for simply going on a date?! How many girls have you slept with during this time?!” You glared into the space that you assumed Junmyeon was in.

“I haven’t slept with anyone! I’ve only ever slept with you throughout my whole life!”

You snorted and shoved against his chest in an effort of escaping from him. He stood still and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand. “Was all the joking about his feelings for you merely to blindside me? Do you not give a shit about me?”

“Oh please. I should be asking that second question. You were almost always away for ‘work’.” You tried to wriggle your wrists away, but only accomplished making his grip tighter.

“So now I’m a cheater? I was always at work so that we can live the life that we do. All I wanted was to spoil you and this is what I get in return?” The hurt and betrayal was practically oozing from him and it made your heart feel like it was breaking. “Do you have any feelings for him?”

“For who?”

“You know who, now answer my question.”

“No, I don’t. Never have and never will.” When he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, you added on, “I thought of you when he was kissing me. I yearn for your touch. I’m nothing without you.” With those magic words, he was set off. His lips engulfed yours in a kiss that was heavenly and sent electricity throughout your body. He released your wrists and you immediately pulled off his shirt and threw it into a dark corner of the room. Other articles of clothing followed suit until you were naked and he was only in boxer briefs.

He picked you up and carried you over to the bed, laying you down and crawled on top so that he hovered over you. He gave you one last deep kiss and bit your bottom lip before reaching for the nightstand drawer. You grabbed his hand and shook your head. “I’m on the pill.” You could tell he wanted to protest, but you both needed to have him without a condom.

You yanked his boxers down and locked lips with him. He laid you on your back as your tongues danced together, propped himself up on his elbows, and slowly penetrated your soaking core. You moaned into his mouth and arched your chest against his. There was a slight tinge of pain as he stretched you, but pleasure quickly covered it up.

The first few thrusts were slow but quickened and became deeper. His lips trailed down to your neck and he left butterfly kisses all over it. You moaned out loud and wrapped your legs around his waist. It felt amazing having him inside you after what seemed like forever and you wanted it to last as long as possible, but you knew that it wouldn’t last for long as neither of you had had sex since everything went downhill.

His thrusts became harder and you gripped onto his shoulders. You were a moaning mess and felt like your head was going to explode. He bit your collarbone and you gasped and arched your neck. It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but it would leave a nasty bruise. Small squeaks came from the bed frame as his thrusts became sloppy and desperate. You panted as you reached your climax and loudly moaned when Junmyeon reached his as he grunted.

He rode out both of your orgasms and collapsed beside you. You caught your breath and he slipped an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. “Are we done with this separation deal?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He grabbed your wedding band and engagement ring from the nightstand and slipped them onto your left index finger. He held your hand and kissed it. “So what are you going to tell Baekhyun?”

“I’ll claim that the therapist thought we were ready to be back together.”

“If anything does happen between us again, you’re not allowed to be with him. Or else I’ll hunt down one of your close friends.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

[k-popscenxrios]

Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 1

I’M SORRY I KNOW THE TITLE IS LAME BUT I COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos? So I’ve been working on this story for so long, and I really hope that it is as good as I think it is ^^’ I literally rewrote half this story (it’s long, I already have 52,000 words written for it and I’m still not done) so I’m really happy to FINALLY start posting it. Ironically, I think it’s been 6 months since I started writing this xD) Also, Jungkook is actually not a CEO in the story, he’s just the son of one and next in line to be the CEO.

Words: 3,300+ Genre: Fluff, Drama, Future Angst sorta?

Part 2

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

“I don’t think so,” Jungkook laughed in disbelief, “what kind of rule is that?”

“You don’t have a choice, Jungkook.” his father’s voice rang through the corridor, shaking his head in annoyance.

Jimin and Hoseok stood behind Jungkook and looked at each other for a few seconds before Hoseok spoke up, “Sir, isn’t that deadline a little unrealistic?”

“Six months?” his father’s eyebrows raised, “I think that’s more than enough time. With his looks he could pick up any woman on the streets and she’d fall for him.”

“But any woman won’t be good enough,” Jungkook shook his head and took a deep breath, “You can’t put a time limit on finding the perfect woman.”

“You don’t need the perfect woman, you just need a wife,” his father shot, getting tired of the conversation, “Why do you think I married your mother?”

Jungkook’s patience was wearing thin and his glare was intensifying by the second, “I don’t want a marriage like yours. You two don’t love each other. She only married you for the money.”

“You have six months, Jungkook,” his father repeated, ending the conversation with no further discussion

***

“Can you believe that guy?” Jungkook mumbled as he threw his empty coke bottle in a trash can that they were passing by, “He expects me to find someone worth being with me in such a little amount of time?”

“Well…” Seokjin bit his lip for a second, “There are seven of us, so if we all go wife hunting, I’m sure we could find someone.”

Jungkook groaned, but most of the guys were agreeing with Seokjin, “I would rather just hire someone to marry me and then just divorce them when I find the right girl.” Taehyung scrunched up his nose, “That sounds like a terrible plan. What if she denies getting divorced unless she’s paid a million or something? Or worse, your father won’t let you divorce her because it would hurt the company’s image.”

“But I don’t want to get married right now!” Jungkook was starting to get frustrated with his friends. He doesn't want to be set up… and he certainly doesn’t really want to find a girl that just wants money. He couldn’t live with a woman that was like his mom. All she cares about is money.

“You could always go for an old friend or even one of our sisters or cousins if you had to.” Jimin suggested, but Yoongi’s eyebrows raised.

“My sister is off limits, though. I don’t want her to be the wife of a CEO.” he shook his head, taking a drink of his coke. The guys paused their conversation to walk inside the local coffee shop. It wasn’t a common hang out place, but it was the most private one that they knew of.

“I know that my cousin would marry you,” Namjoon offered, “She’s kinda liked you for a while. Don’t tell her I told you, though.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather not marry into anyone’s family. It would make things more complicated than it should be.”

Taehyung plopped down into a booth first as the others followed, “Well you’re low on time. You might be marrying into one of our families or just marrying a complete stranger.”

“Well,” Hoseok spoke up, “There’s always the internet.”

“No,” Jungkook shot that idea down, “I refuse to take to a sad dating website for a mate. I would rather marry Yoongi’s sister and have him kill me for doing so.”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a murderous look, “I’m glad you know your limits.”

“So we’re all going wife hunting, huh?” Jimin asked, watching Jungkook’s frustrated expression turn to a worried one.

“What am I gonna do? I’ve only dated like one girl seriously, and she ended up cheating on me within two months of our six month relationship.” Jungkook’s defeated look made everyone else feel a little defeated as well. He was a great flirt no doubt, but dating wise? He hasn’t really had a steady relationship.

“I guess we’ll just look for the kindest hearted people we can. I could ask my sister about friends she has if you’d like.” Jimin offered, but Jungkook was being super stubborn and shook his head.

“Okay, for someone in this deep s***, you are very uncooperative,” Yoongi glared, getting up out of his seat, “I have a meeting to go to soon. I’m out on finding you a wife until you clean up your attitude.”

“Count me out, too,” Namjoon raised his pointer finger a himself, “If you want my help just ask. I could recommend you plenty of single woman once you’re ready for help.”

Once the two of them were gone, Hoseok followed soon after with a few short excuses of, “I have some ideas, but you’ll have to admit to needing help for me to tell you them,” and “I have a meeting as well.”

Jungkook buried his head in his hands, feeling regret come down on him. He knows he needs help, but that’s the last thing he wants to admit.

“Jungkook,” Seokjin spoke up, “You’ve gotta listen to us.”

“You especially need to listen to Jin Hyung,” Taehyung added, “He’s been through the whole marriage thing.”

“But he found her and fell in love with her over two years. I have six months.” Jungkook mumbled, “How am I gonna do this? I’ve never been in love, and I didn’t really plan to ever be.”

“It’s not something you plan,” Seokjin smiled sadly, “but that’s also what’s going to make this really hard.”

“What we need is a miracle,” Jimin leaned his head back on the booth he was sitting at, “We need someone to literally fall from the sky. Someone who is the ideal girl for Jungkook.”

“You know the odds of that?” Jungkook scoffed, “They’re 0 because I’m hopeless. At this point I’m just trying to figure out which is more important to me: getting married with someone I love and being taken out of line for CEO, or being CEO with a money loving wife who won’t give me the time of day.”

“Well you’ve got all six of us,” Taehyung tried to cheer him up, “Because I know those other three who left would help you in a heartbeat if you really asked them to.”

Jungkook’s dread was growing as he thought about having to have help to find something like love. He always prided himself on not needing anyone else’s help yet here he is in desperate need of help from anyone who will offer it.

“Fine,” Jungkook groaned, “Everyone keep on the lookout for any girl that looks worthy to be a CEO’s wife. Don’t totally disregard looks, but don’t look at just looks as well.”

“Got it!” Taehyung smiled and grabbed Jungkook’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about this too much, Jungkook. As your hyungs, and your co-workers, we’ll make sure you stay in line for that position you deserve!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at Taehyung’s cheesy words, but smiled at them as well. Seokjin snickered and turned around to look at the coffee shop around them. Hey, it wouldn’t hurt to start immediately, would it?

***

“You know Chaerin,” Kiseung took a sip of her coffee as she glanced at her friend, “You realized you’re the only single one here… right?”

Chaerin raised an eyebrow, “So?”

The two across from them, Nari and Hyomin, gave Kiseung a dirty look. “What was the point in saying that?” Hyomin asked, getting the attention of Kiseung.

“We need to find her a date!” Kiseung smiled, “Then we could all go on dates together!”

“I’m not looking for someone right now,” Chaerin smiled nervously, but Kiseung wasn’t having it.

“There is never a time to not be looking for someone. You’re 21 Chaerin! It’s time to find a man and get married or something.” Kiseung showed off her engagement ring, “This is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want you to feel the same!”

Hyomin took a deep breath, “Kiseung, just ‘cause you love being in love doesn’t mean everyone else does. If Chaerin wants a guy, she can go look for one on her own.”

“But then she’ll never find anyone!”

“...wow, thanks Kiseung. That did not hurt my pride at all.” Chaerin gave her a disapproving look.

Kiseung frowned and looked down at her phone. In a matter of seconds, she was out of her seat and downing her hot coffee as fast as she could. “I gotta run. Baekhyun is wanting me to help with our wedding plans since it’s only four months away!”

She dashed out of the building as Nari sighed, “Bless her. She can be so hurtful sometimes.”

Chaerin nodded in agreement before she took a sip of her latte. It’s not really that she doesn’t want to get married or to date… It’s more of that she doesn’t know how to. But she’s not going to tell Kiseung that, otherwise she’ll take her out to a club to find some weird guy or something… she wanted love to happen on it’s own, not a setup by them or anything.

Nari and Hyomin said bye to Chaerin as they left the coffee joint.  Chaerin had to head to the back of the place before her break was over, and she was almost late clocking back in.

She had only been on the clock for a few seconds before a group of really good looking guys came in and sat down in a booth. She was about to walk over to them, but they all looked really serious and she didn’t want to interrupt what was going on. It took a few minutes, but things seems to calm down at the table. It wasn’t long until they started to leave one by one, and Chaerin know she would probably be scolded for letting potential customers out without even asking if they wanted anything, but she respected their privacy (and she was intimidated by how good looking and professional they looked.).

Eventually only one of them was left, and she finally made her way over to the table, “I’m sorry I didn’t head over here earlier, but can I get you anything?”

The guy looked so defeated and she felt really bad for him. Whatever it was, she was glad she waited to come over. She made the right call to not bother all of them.

Despite being terrified of dating, she was pretty good at talking to people and being friendly toward them, especially guys. Sometimes she’d go overboard to make it strictly platonic while talking to a guy.

She found herself sitting down in front of him and smiling softly, “Bad day?”

The man snickered and rubbed his face, “You wouldn’t even believe how bad it is.” “Try me?” she offered the stranger, putting down her note pad, “I’ll listen. Well, if someone else comes in, I’ll have to help them, but if you need an ear, I’ll be here all day.” He looked up at her and took a deep breath. With a look of confusion, his words reflected his expression, “Did someone send you?” Chaerin raised her eyebrows, “Who would have sent me? I don’t know you or why you’re upset. I just wanted to help since you looked so defeated.”

“I’m not a charity case,” he grumbled, putting his face in his hands, “I don’t need your help, I need a wife.”

Chaerin blinked a few times and gave him an annoyed look, “Well you’re not gonna get one with that attitude and mindset!”

He looked up and glared at her, “I don’t have a choice to have this mindset! What would you know about me? You’re just a poor waitress working a minimum wage job. You couldn’t possibly know my place as a future CEO.”

Chaerin glared at him and stood up, “Never mind. I’m sorry I tried to help. You obviously deserve everything coming at you.”

She rushed to the back of the shop and took a deep breath, finding herself shaking from his words. They hurt a lot more than they should have. She didn’t even know him! His words shouldn’t have meant anything to her.

She took a few minutes to calm down before she heard the sound of the door opening, and she put on a brave face to greet the customer.

On the other side of the coffee shop was Jungkook, sitting in his seat in fumes. He was unnecessarily mad, which caused him to scare that poor girl away. He watched her smile at the customer who was ordering and turn around to make their order. He shouldn’t have yelled at her, but she was being nosy.

“That’ll be $3.95,” she said to the customer as they handed her a five and told her to keep the change. They took their fix and exited, and once again it was just the two of them in the store. He thought about saying sorry, but his pride was telling him it wasn’t worth it. He’d probably never see her again, anyway.

***

“I think I found a girl that might be worth while,” Jimin smiled and held up a picture of a blonde girl. She was good looking and her figure was amazing, and Jungkook told him to continue, “She’s an aspiring actress. She told me she’s played some minor roles in some lesser known dramas, but she’s scheduled to appear in a new one that’s supposed to be huge.”

“Oh?” Jungkook sounded interested, “How’d you find her?”

“My sister told me about her. She’s a director, you know? She told me she was good actor and that she could be big in Korea one day.” Jimin looked really proud in his discovery, but Jungkook was a little skeptical.

“But what if she gets offers to travel?” he asked, “We’d hardly be together. She’d be in the news and everything about our lives would be public. I don’t know about going after someone like her.”

“Oh come on, Jungkook!” Taehyung cried, “She’s literally perfect! She could adjust to any life! Why don’t you just try meeting her?”

He took a deep breath and just shook his head, “I don’t think it’s a good idea guys…”

“I’m setting up a date anyway,” Jimin stated, “You need to start finding someone now if you’re gonna get them to marry you. I know she’d like you because who wouldn’t? You look amazing.”

“But looks aren’t everything. It’d be nice if someone liked me for my personality, too.”

“Well if she never meets you then she would never know if she likes your personality or not.” Taehyung frowned, “And with your current attitude, you’d be lucky if a girl liked you based on your personality.”

Jungkook glared at him as he got up from his seat, “I’m going somewhere else. Don’t follow me, okay? I need to think this over.”

The two of them nodded and let him walk off, feeling even more frustrated with their friend. ***

“Look Jungkook,” Jimin sighed as he grabbed a drink from the fridge. He had called Jungkook and asked him to come over that night to seriously talk about what happened earlier, “I’m really sorry I pushed a little hard on you about that girl, but I just want you to find someone. I know you want to become CEO, and something like this shouldn’t stand in your way…”

“I understand,” Jungkook was sitting at the bar in Jimin’s kitchen, just watching Jimin lean against the wall and open the drink, “I just don’t want you guys to feel like you have to find girls that are really popular… That would just complicate things, and it sounds really unappealing.”

“I know... “ Jimin trailed off, “I just thought you might like her since she seems really cool... And she’s hot.”

“Well…” Jungkook felt a smile creep on his face, laughing at what Jimin said, “I never said she wasn’t, I just feel like having an actress as a wife could be incredibly difficult.”

“I guess so,” Jimin nodded, “But it doesn’t change that she’s a choice. If you change your mind I could always give you her number…”

Jungkook just continued grinning as he looked down at the table. For such a bad situation, he feels like the reality hasn’t totally set in yet.

Once it does, it’s going to be a rude wake up call.

***

It had been about a week since he had last stepped into the coffee shop, which wasn’t abnormal. Him and the other guys hardly ever went there anyway. Today was a little different than usual mornings, so he found himself at the shop. It hadn’t occurred to him that he had offended the waitress there until he saw her eyes lock onto his. Her expression immediately turned sour as she looked at him, but he tried his best to ignore her.

Now that he’s thought about it, this should be a good opportunity to try to clean up his attitude and the mess it left behind. If he left this girl out there with a bad impression of him in two seconds, how is he supposed to find a wife in such a small amount of time? He’s short a week from 6 months, and he feels like he’s made no progress at all. He really hasn’t made any progress at all.

“Hello,” he bowed his head to the girl as her expression stayed sour. He felt a sigh escape his lips as her eyes watched him carefully. “I wanted to apologized for yelling at you a week ago. That was rude of me, and I was hoping you could forgive me?”

The girl’s harsh look shifted to unsure as she continued to watch him. It was like she was waiting for him to pull something she wasn’t expecting, but he just continued to wait for her to answer. After about a minute, she let down her guard and sighed through her nose.

“Despite how rude you were, it is respectful that you apologized. I accept the apology.” she nodded, and Jungkook smiled in response.

“Great! I’m Jungkook by the way,” he smiled in a flirtatious way at her, but it didn’t seem to take effect on her. He was surprised by it, honestly, but he didn’t let that get to him.

“I’m Chaerin,” she nodded, sending a small smile back at him. She didn’t want to seem like she was nervous at the fact that he seemed to be flirting with her, so she acted like she didn’t even notice.

“Also, I would like to order some coffee if you promise me you won’t spit in it.” he joked, feeling satisfied when a laugh escaped her mouth.

She wished she didn’t laugh since he obviously saw it as some kind of victory, but it was too late for that. A smile was growing on her face the more she thought about it. “I have never spit in someone’s coffee, so I don’t plan to start today.”

“That’s good,” he laughed, leaning on the counter and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, “I’ll have a mocha latte with extra whipped cream, please.”

“Coming right up!” she gave him a thumbs up and turned around to send the order to the back kitchen.

Jungkook watched as she called back to whoever was in the kitchen to tell them the order that he wanted. She had such a soft voice and such a sweet smile.

You know… she could be really useful if I could get her to help me… Jungkook thought as she turned around and sent him a small smile.

“That’ll be $3.95,” she said to him as he handed her a five dollar bill.

“Keep the change,” he said, thinking back on the customer she had been talking to when he was watching her the other day. She seemed surprised, but she thanked him with a small bow and told him it would be out in a minute or so.

By the time you finish reading this, the second part should be out! I wish I could update the story all at once, but for tonight, I’m only posting two parts x3

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Mr Mr || Baekhyun

Baekhyun x Reader (Teacher au)

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“...And then when you simplify everything, you will have your answer, which is thirty-six.” Baekhyun said as he wrote down the final step of the question on the chalkboard and then turned around to face his class with a smile.

“Is that clear class?”

“Yes Mr Byun.” said the whole class in a chorus. Baekhyun nodded in satisfaction and looked back over at the math question that he had just explained step by step.

Introducing Byun Baekhyun, math teacher of SM High.

Baekhyun held up his wrist to check the time. He realized that the whole class still had around half an hour before they could go to the cafeteria for lunch.

“Say, class?” Baekhyun said as he looked back up at the rows and rows of boys an girls in his class. “Let’s finish up early today and then you guys can have a bit of free time ok?”

The whole class cheered at that and Baekhyun noticed how they all started writing more faster than before as they rushed to copy down what he wrote.

“Make sure you guys also actually understand what I wrote and you’re not just blindly copying everything that I wrote ok guys?” Baekhyun said as he started walking down the rows of table in his class.

He noticed one of his female students raise her hand up and quickly made his way over to her.

“Yes Mina?” he said smiling at the girl and stood by her. “What part do you not understand?”

“This one sir.” She said and pointed at one of the steps in her book with her pencil. “I don’t get what you did here...” It only took a couple of seconds of explaining to the girl until she finally understood and thanked Baekhyun.

Baekhyun nodded and stood up straight from his bent position and started walking up to his desk. “Done class?”

When the whole class replied back with a ‘yes’, Baekhyun sat down on his swirly chair and started typing on his laptop. “You all have about less than half an hour to spend for yourselves.” He said as he went over a few notes. “Until then do what you want but quietly.”

The whole class sighed, thankful that they were done studying math for the rest of the day. Baekhyun saw a few students moving around whispering, but didn’t mind since they were quiet about it.

“Umm, Mr Byun?”

Baekhyun looked over to see all the girl’s huddled up together in the center of the classroom on a couple of tables.

“Do you mind us asking you questions about your love life?” A girl asked curiously.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened.

“M-my love life??” he stammered. “Uhhh...”

Now don’t get me wrong when I say this, but literally all the females in SM High had crushes on Byun Beakhyun, the hottest math teacher around.

Baekhyun knew he was good looking and had all that, and he knew that there were many who were interested in him and he knew that nearly all the teachers in the school want to date him, he was just surprised that it was his students who were the first to ask about his love life. He actually expected some of the female teachers or staff to ask him that question first, but it seems as of though his students beat him to it.

“Uhhh...” Baekhyun said again, still not sure.

One of the students must’ve seen how nervous he was, because she piped up and said, “It’s ok if you don’t want to say anything Mr Byun! We know this might be a personal question for you!”

Baekhyun noticed the look on his student’s faces that were full of worry, as if they were contemplating whether or not if they should have asked such a question, especially to a teacher.

Baekhyun started to chuckle and waved his hand for them to come forward.

“I don’t mind actually, what would you like to know?”

As soon as he said that all the girls dashed up to surround him and started firing him with a bunch of questions here and there that Baekhyun started laughing and told the girls to “Calm down!” and that he couldn’t hear all of them at once.

Once all the girls were hushed down, they all moved to stand comfortably around him.

“Ok,” said one of the girls as Baekhyun turned to face her. “What qualities in a girl do you like Mr Byun?”

Baekhyun placed his arms on the table and placed his right hand on his chin as a joking sign that he’s thinking hard.

“Hmm....” he said. “I prefer those shy yet cute girls who blush easily, laugh at all my lame jokes and has an amazing smile. She would be strong and is never afraid to speak her mind. She should be really caring and loving towards me and also has a feisty side to her with a hint stubbornness located deep down within her.”

The girls looked at him amazed.

“That is SO detailed!” one girl gaped.

Baekhyun laughed. “I know Cassie, but that’s all I ever want in my girl, as silly as it sounds.”

The girls all went “Aww cute!” and another perked up saying, “What about her looks?”

“Her looks?”

The girl nodded.

“Well Momo,” Baekhyun said. “I don’t really mind, but I want her to have dazzling (e/c) eyes.”

Those girls in the class who had (e/c) eyes mentally cheered while the rest slightly looked down.

“And soft (h/c) hair which she should allow me to bury my face into.”

Now those who had (h/c) hair seemed to cheer up.

“Do you like any of the teachers here Mr Byun??” Areum asked with wide eyes. Baekhyun chuckled and shook his head.

“No Areum.” Baekhyun said as he placed a fake smile and placed a hand on his heart as all the girls laughed at him. “I’m afraid non of the teachers here are my type.”

Suddenly the lunch bell rang.

Baekhyun looked at his watch. “Class is over gang, you can all go to lunch now.”

All the girl’s shoulders dropped.

“Can we stay here?!” A girl asked. “We still want to know more!!”

The girl next to her smacked her on the head. “Jaehee you pabo!” She scolded. “Mr Byun needs to eat you know! It’s about time we gave him a break.”

Baekhyun smiled at the student who said that and nodded his head towards her in thanks. “Thank you for your concern Nari, but I really don’t mind.”

He noticed everyone’s confused faces.

Baekhyun patted his stomach. “It seems as if I’ve left my lunch back at home, so I don’t have anything else to eat.” He turned his head to face the boys of the class who haven’t moved a muscle.

“You boys can go, don’t you want eat your lunch?”

One of the boys shook his head. “Can we just stay here Mr Byun?” he asked. “We won’t be loud.”

Baekhyun nodded. “Ok, just don’t tell anyone else that I allowed you ok?”

All the boys nodded their heads. “Thanks Mr Byun.” They all said. 

Baekhyun turned to face his girls again. “Anymore questions?” he asked them with a smile.

“Do you have a girlfriend or wife Mr Byun?” A girl asked.

Baekhyun gave he a sneaky smirk. “Well~”

All the girls gasped. “Oh my gosh he totally does!” A girl screamed.

Baekhyun started laughing loudly when all the girls started speaking all at once, demanding to know who the lucky woman dating their math teacher was.

“Is she pretty??” They all asked.

Baekhyun placed a hand on his lips and winked as he leaned back in his chair. “Can’t say~”

All the girls began to whine. “Mr Byunnnnnnnn.”

Baekhyun was just enjoying himself until his laughter and the sound of girls complaining all came to a pause when there was knocking heard behind the classroom door.

Baekhyun ushered the girls to move a bit to the side so he could see the door. “Who is it?” he called out. He wasn’t really expecting anyone. Maybe it was that annoying female history teacher who came nearly every lunch just to talk to him. He knew she had a crush on him, but she was seriously too annoying. Plus she wasn’t all that pretty.

“...Baekhyun?” a feminine voice spoke out from behind the door.

Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrowed. As far as he was sure, he wasn’t that close to any of the female teachers here so that they could call him by his first name so freely like that. Usually everyone including the male teachers called him Mr Byun. “Come in?” he said unsure as all the heads in the classroom turned to face the door.

The door handle turned around and the door slowly pushed open and a head popped out of the side.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. “(y-y/n)?!” he stuttered, standing up from his chair.

All the female students looked at the new arrival who had bright (e/c) eyes and pretty (h/c) hair that was left open. They looked between the woman and then their teacher, their eyes going back and forward, until it hit them.

They all turned to Baekhyun and yelled, “SHE’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?”

Baekhyun told them all to “Shh!” and faced the girl with wide eyes again as he watched you walk in and walk up to him where he stood by his desk.

The girls (and boys who watched with their eyes wide open at the sight of the pretty lady in her high heels, white shorts and a floral blouse with the prettiest smile) all watched as she gently made her way over at their gaping teacher.

The woman reached Baekhyun and stood a few centimeters away from him before holding up a paper lunch bag by her chest.

She beamed. “You left your lunch in the kitchen sweetie!” She said with a cute giggle.

“SWEETIE?!” The whole class screamed and Baekhyun told them all to shush again and faced his girlfriend.

“I-I didn’t think you’d a-actually come.” Baekhyun said as he walked over to the woman and placed his hands on her arms and used one hand to take the lunch bag from her and led her over to his desk that was littered with papers. “Girls, please drag over a chair for me won’t you?”

All the girls snapped out of their gazes and scrambled to get a chair and bought one over for him. Baekhyun pulled it forward for his girlfriend to sit on and sat on his own chair.

The young lady smiled as she sat down, saying a small “Thank you” to Baekhyun and she turned around to face the gaping girls.

“Hello.” She said with a smile and waved. “I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you all.”

“Are you Mr Byun’s Girlfriend??” A girl asked.

Your POV:

You looked over at Baekhyun and laughed at how embarrassed he looked as he covered his face with one hand. “You haven’t even told them about me Baekhyun?” 

You looked over at the girls and nodded your head beaming. “Yes,” you said as you did a funny ‘voila’ pose. “I am his awesome girlfriend.”

All the girls around you laughed.

“You’re really pretty you know!” The closest girl next to you said.

You looked over at her and smiled. “Aww thank you! You’re pretty adorable yourself honey.”

The same girl turned to her friend and you heard her go, “I like her.”

You turned to look at Baekhyun who was watching you carefully and gave him a smug look as if to say ‘they already love me’.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and grumpily faced his laptop and continued typing. You chuckled and brought your chair closer to his and placed a hand lovingly on his knee. Soon you found yourself completely occupied by your boyfriend’s wonderful students. Even the boys later on came over to join the conversation.

After a while you were all laughing.

“No no I’m totally serious when I say this!” you laughed. “Your Mr Byun sings really well! I even told him that an idol job would really suit him!”

The guys turned to face Baekhyun. “Can you really sing as good as she says Mr Byun?”

Baekhyun shook his head and took a bite out of his apple which was part of his lunch. “I refuse to look unprofessional.” He said as he momentarily stopped typing to wave his apple in the air. “I am a math teacher and that’s what I will stay as.” He turned to look you. “Stop giving them ideas jagiyahhhhh.” he whined.

You waved your hands. “Nonsense Baek you sound wonderful! You should be proud! This is nothing to be ashamed of!” You looked at the students “Does anyone have a guitar? Your teacher wrote a song for me for our three year anniversary two months ago. You guys should hear it, it’s really good.”

“I have one!” A boy yelled as he walked over to his desk where a guitar case was placed besides it. “I brought it ‘cuz we’ve got guitar practices after school.” He opened it to show a guitar and brought it up to you.

“Thanks dear!” you smiled and held it towards Baekhyun, who looked at you dead in the eyes and growled, “NO.”

You pouted and gave him the saddest puppy eyes you could muster. You knew Baekhyun very well could not stand it when you were sad or when you gave him puppy eyes. It was his only weakness.

Baekhyun looked at you a bit longer before closing his eyes and sighed, reaching out to grab the guitar from your hands. He opened them to glare at some of the girls. “NO PHONES.”

Those female students who had whipped out their phones in hopes of recording their teacher grumbled and placed them back in their pockets.

Baekhyun sighed again and closed his eyes. He placed his fingers in the right places and used his fingers to strum the starting note. He took a deep breath and waited a few seconds before he felt you rubbing his knee. Baekhyun knew you were trying to comfort him, and he gave a small smile before focusing again.

Baekhyun slowly breathed out and began.

“Boiji anhneun, noel chajeuryeogo aessuda                              

 deuliji anhneun, noel deureuryeo aessuda                          

boiji anhdeon ge boigo, deulliji anhdeoa ge deullyeo                  

neo nareul ddeonan dwiro                                        

naegen eobtdeon himi saenggyeosseo.”

Everyone’s jaws except yours dropped at how good Baekhyun sounded. You silently smiled, loving how calm Baekhyun was looking at the moment. Whenever you saw him like this, it made you fall for him all over again. ‘Here comes the best part’ you thought silently fangirling to yourself.

“Neol nabake mollasseotdeon igijeogin neaga yeah                     

ne mamdo mollajwotdeon musimhan naega                            

ireohgeda dallajyeotdaneun ga najocha midgi anha      

ne sarangeun ireohge gyesok nal umjigyeo       

nan saenggakman hamyeon       

sesangneul neoro chaeul su isseo eum~                                            

nunsongi hanaga ne nunmul han banggurinikka

dan han gaji mothaneun geoseun                                             

neol naegero ago haneun il                                                                              

i chorahan choneungnyeok                                                      

ijen eobseosseumyeon johgesseo u~”

You watched with loving eyes as you watched satisfied and laughed quietly to yourself at all the astonished faces of Baekhyun’s students. Only one thing went through all their minds:

Damn he’s good.

After a couple more minutes of singing, Baekhyun finally ended his song and looked up at all his students and gave a small smile at their faces.

You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder and giggled at his students. “Told you he was good.”

All the students burst into cheers and smiles and they all began to yell compliments towards Baekhyun back and forth.

Baekhyun thanked the boy who gave him the guitar and gave it back to him and smiled at all the positive comments he was receiving and laughed loudly as he tried to calm down his screaming students.

A sudden knock on the door did the job of silencing everyone as they all turned to look at the door.

Baekhyun scoffed and looked at you and jokingly said, “What, did you bring your mother or something this time?” 

You laughed and shoved Baekhyun in his chair. “No!” you giggled.

Baekhyun smiled at you and said, “I know, I love your mother anyways so I wouldn’t mind if it was her.” he turned to look back at the door. “Come in!”

The door opened and a new person walked into the room and the smile on Baekhyun’s face fell.

Oh god it was that annoying history teacher.

“Oh Mr Byun!~” she sang with a closed smile and a huge smile on her face as she closed the door behind her and literally skipped her way in the classroom. “I realized earlier that you didn’t have your lunch with you this morning so I-”

As soon as she reached the middle of the classroom and opened hr eyes she froze once she saw everyone.

“Oh uh....” She said nervously and walked over to the crowded group. “Am I interrupting anything?”

Baekhyun tried not to show that he was annoyed. “Kinda.” He said without hesitation.

The teacher’s eyes widened but then laughed if of. “Oh well, don’t mind me! I just came to drop off somethi-” once her eyes came into contact with yours she stopped.

She narrowed her eyes at you.

“Who are you if you don’t mind me asking?” She said snootily. “I’m afraid cleaning staff aren’t allowed inside classrooms while teachers and students are present, and your sitting awfully close to Mr Byun don’t you think.”

Baekhyun glared at her and faced his laptop to continue typing, completely ignoring the teacher’s presence.

“Class,” he said, venom obvious in his tone that only you recognized, not looking away from his screen. “Would you please tell Miss Doyeon who this ‘person’ is?

All the students excitedly turned towards the history teacher, not noticing Baekhyun’s glare as they all yelled out, “THAT’S HIS GIRLFRIEND!”

Miss Doyeon’s eyes and mouth fell open and she nearly dropped the paper bag she was holding.

“G-girlfriend?!” She exclaimed and took a few steps backward and looked between you and Baekhyun with wide eyes.

Baekhyun finally looked at her, though with a frown. “Is there something you needed?” he asked as one of his hands moved down to his knee where your hand has still placed and grabbed it, giving your hand a squeeze.

Miss Doyeon began to fidget. “Uhh...” she said. “I-I noticed that you didn’t have your lunch with you earlier when you came in through the school gates, so I thought about bringing you some.” She held up the paper bag that was in her hand.

How pathetic.

Before Baekhyun could say anything, you stood up, your hand leaving his and you walked over to the history teacher.

“Yes that’s very nice of you and all that but you see,” You said as you stood face to face with her. “I’ve already brought his lunch back for him, so there’s no need for that.”

Miss Doyeon began to look awkward. “Oh.”

“AND.” You said, making sure Miss whatever was looking at you in the eyes. “I would appreciate it if you don’t go around calling whoever you see a... cleaning staff. It’s rather distasteful you see, and I didn’t appreciate you calling me one. And I would appreciate it if you respect those who are part of the cleaning staff, they work very hard to keep the school clean, don’t you think?”

Miss Doyeon looked really embarrassed at this. You gave a sickly smile. 

“And while you’re at it, please don’t call out my boyfriend’s name like that next time. I’m sure you understand that as Mr Byun’s girlfriend, I really don’t like seeing others act so comfortable around him, especially when it comes to women. Do we have an agreement?”

Miss Doyeon looked down and started to fumble with her words and bowed down deeply and yelped an apology before scurrying out the classroom, slamming the door closed.

You glared at the closed doors for a few seconds before quickly covering your face with a smile and turned around, walking back to your chair.

“That was SO awesome!” A boy said as others nodded. “That was really cool of you Mrs Byun!”

“M-Mrs Byun??” You yelped out, blushing like crazy. “S-sorry dear but we aren’t m-married!”

You heard Baekhyun chuckle besides you. “Not yet anyways we aren’t.”

You turned to Baekhyun and were going to say something before the bell went off, signalling the end of lunch time.

All the students groaned and Baekhyun laughed. “Go to class guys! I’m sure your next teacher won’t like it if you’re all late, and have a nice weekend ok?” Baekhyun began to shoo his students away from his desk so they could all go and pack up their things.

The students all turned to wave goodbye to you before walking out the door and you gave your farewells in return, blushing when they all yelled out to you to invite them to your wedding.

You sighed and smiled once the last student disappeared behind the door.

“I like them.” you declared. “They’re all nice, plus they all turned out to like me so that was a bonus to this trip.” You turned to see Baekhyun looking at you with a wide grin. You frowned. “What?”

Baekhyun snorted and shook his head. “You were so savage and straight forward with that teacher. It looked really funny to watch, considering the fact that she looked scared too.”

You scoffed. “She needs to learn her place Baek, she must be that annoying teacher whom you always talk about. At least now that my presence has been known, I’m sure she won’t be bothering you anymore any time sooner or later.”

Baekhyun laughed and leaned over to hug you and buried his face in your neck and closed his eyes when he felt you place your head over his.

“You know,” you said after a few seconds, breaking the silence. “I really enjoyed today. It beats staying alone at home all the time just waiting for you.”

You could feel Baekhyun’s lips on your neck curve into a smile and felt him kiss your neck gently.

“You know,” he breathed as his lips moved up to trace you jaw and then to your lips as he gave you a sweet slow kiss. “I wouldn’t mind if you came over every now and then. Maybe I should leave my lunch more often if it means seeing you more.”

You laughed and gave your boyfriend another kiss.

“Ok Mr Byun.”

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Secret Santa (Sehun)

Kai wants to buy the perfect Christmas present for the girl he likes, and yet somehow, in the process, he ends up doing Oh Sehun an unexpected favor. School!AU Sehun/OC. Slight Kai/OC. Mentions of other EXO members.

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“Christmas is such a stressful time of year,” Kang Nari complained, dragging her feet.

They’d been wandering the large mall for the better part of the morning, but were nowhere near finding what they came for. Nari’s legs ached from walking around so much and she was tired. She gave the mall’s centerpiece- a gigantic Christmas tree- a resentful look. Christmas was exhausting. First saving up to buy presents, then actually buying thoughtful presents for everyone, and finally pretending to like the shit that people got you.

“It’s supposed to be a fun holiday,” Kai pointed out, peering through a glass window at the jewelry display.

Nari rolled her eyes. “Yes, because I’m having so much fun with you two right now.”

Sehun folded his arms and frowned at her. He’d been frowning ever since they’d arrived at the mall, and Nari was starting to wonder if the frown was a permanent fixture on his otherwise extremely handsome face. Nari stuck her tongue out at him when they made eye contact. His frown only deepened at her childishness.

“Remind me- why is she here again?” Sehun demanded, annoyed.

“She’s Mina’s best friend,” Kai explained. His eyes were still glued to the jewelry.

“Then why am I here?”

“You’re my best friend,” Kai replied. He gestured for Nari to come closer and then pointed through the display window at a small silver necklace that had a heart pendant dangling from the end. It looked expensive, and elegant. “Yah- what do you guys think of that heart necklace? Do you think Mina will like it? It’s cute, right?”

“It looks expensive,” Sehun pointed out. His arms were folded across his chest disinterestedly. He gestured vaguely towards the necklace. “You should buy it, girls like things as long as they’re expensive.”

Nari gave Sehun a dirty look. It wasn’t that he never smiled; she’d seen him laughing before, when he was around the other guys. Yet somehow, a frown was always on his face whenever Nari was around. He either looked annoyed, or painfully bored. “Girls like things as long as they’re expensive?” Nari demanded, hotly. Oh Sehun had a knack for gettng on her nerves. “Who told you such a thing?”

Sehun scoffed. “Experience.”

“Please. A gift being expensive might make it a little more valuable, but that doesn’t mean all girls want you to throw money around. A gift needs to be thoughtful. You need to show the person that you put a lot of effort into it.” Nari turned and pointed at Kai firmly. “You can’t buy that for Mina. It’s too generic. You need to buy something more thoughtful.”

Kai blinked. “Uh… okay.”

Sehun merely rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall coolly. “Then come up with an idea, genius,” he challenged.

Nari frowned and addressed Kai. “Why is he here again?” she demanded.

Kai sighed. “Like I said, he’s my best friend. Come on, let’s keep looking.”

Nari sighed as they continued to roam the mall. Mina, you’d better thank me for this, she thought silently. When Kai had approached her the previous day and pleaded for help finding a Christmas present for Mina, she’d thought it was extremely sweet of him. But Kai was being quite shameless and demanding, considering that Nari was only doing him a favor.

“Can we have lunch first?” Sehun complained. “I’m hungry.”

“Sehun, it’s barely 11 am.”

“I didn’t have breakfast. Yah! You could at least feed us, we’ve been following you around all day for your stupid Christmas present for Mina,” Sehun kept whining. He folded his arms across his chest. Nari blinked, noticing that Sehun’s chest was rather broad. Also, the soft beige sweater he was wearing stretched across it perfectly. Nari kept staring at him until she realized Sehun was narrowing his eyes at her. Flushing, she turned away.

“We can eat once we find the present,” Kai sad firmly.

Sehun groaned. “For God’s sake- this isn’t even a real present, it’s just for a Secret Santa game! Do you know the sort of things people are going to be giving each other? Pens, or chocolate, or socks, or some shit. You’re going to be the only idiot there with an expensive present.”

“Meaningful,” Nari corrected him lightly, as she picked up a handbag to observe it more closely.

“Yes, because the designer handbag you’re holding is very meaningful.”

Nari ignored him and put the handbag down. She turned to Kai. “I’m curious, though. How did you manage to draw Mina’s name? I mean- it’s funny that in a random draw in a class of about 20+ people, you just happened to draw the name of the girl you’ve liked since forever.”

“I didn’t,” Kai muttered.

“Hmm?”

“After the draw, we guys got together and traded the name slips. I paid Jongdae to give me Mina’s name.” Kai looked a little embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. “What? You girls don’t do swaps like that?”

Nari made a face. “Wish I’d thought of it. I thought whoever we picked was final.”

“Why? Who did you get?” Sehun wondered.

“Park Chanyeol. I bought his gift already. I asked Baekhyun for advice, and he told me to get one of those furry hats that looks like a dead squirrel. I even got him a PETA badge as a joke; maybe it’ll stop him from wearing so much animal fur.” Nari whirled around and pointed at Kai. “See? That’s a thoughtful gift. Something that caters to the person’s particular interests. And I don’t even like Chanyeol.”

Sehun scoffed. “No wonder, if you’re guilt-tripping him with a PETA badge-“

“Hey! I happen to like animals! Besides, I still bought him the stupid hat, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but you’re making him feel bad about wearing it, which doesn’t seem like a very thoughtful thing to do to someone on Christmas.” Sehun turned away and frowned. He lowered his voice slightly. “Can you please just help Kai pick something quickly so we can go and eat?”

Nari bristled. “I don’t see you helping any.”

“I tried, I told him to buy that heart locket, you’re the one who-“

Kai groaned. “Seriously, can you guys stop it now? At the moment, neither of you are helping. Let’s go into that other store, okay? I’m not leaving until I find something for Mina.”

Nari groaned and followed Kai and Sehun into the next store, making faces behind their backs.

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“Okay,” Baekhyun said, slamming his hand on the desk. A bunch of boys had gathered around the table and were watching him eagerly. “The Secret Santa slip exchange is officially open, gentlemen. I’ll start us off. I’ve got a slip with the lovely Lee Eunha’s name on it. Personally, I don’t want to part with such a valuable thing, but I’m willing to for a good price.”

Chen snorted. “Nice try, Baekhyun. Everyone knows she has a scary-as-hell college boyfriend.”

“Damn you,” Baekhyun slumped back in his seat, disappointed.

“Just buy her a notebook or something,” Chanyeol said dismissively. He glanced around the group of boys eagerly, his eyes shining. “Here’s what I want to know- does anybody here have my name? Nobody? Nobody here has my slip?”

There was silence.

“Lucky bastard,” Kris muttered. “That means a girl got his slip.”

Chanyeol pumped his fist in the air. “Yes! After getting used magazines and socks from other guys for the past two years, I’m finally going to get a gift from a girl! Who do you think has my name? Do you think it could be one of the cheerleaders?”

Suho shook his head. “You’re forgetting that all the boys aren’t here. Kyungsoo left for the library earlier because he wasn’t interested. He might have your name.”

Baekhyun shook his head. “Nah. Kyungsoo told me he got Kang Nari. He doesn’t give a shit, though, so if someone wants her, you’d better go trade with him directly. Let’s keep this going. I have information that Chen is in possession of a name that might be of interest to Kai.”

Kai jerked upright.

“You got Mina?” he demanded.

Chen waved his slip in the air. “20,000 won, and it’s yours, lover boy.”

“20,000 won? That’s insane! You’re going to make me broke before I even buy her present!” Kai complained. He lifted his hands in surrender. “Let’s do 10,000. The exchange isn’t even that bad; I’ll give you Soojung’s name in return, it’s still a girl, right?”

Chen sighed. “Deal.”

Kai nudged Sehun. “Yah, lend me some money. I’ll pay you back later.”

Sehun frowned. “ Why me?”

“Come on, I’ll pay you back! It’s not like you want to exchange with anyone anyway. You picked a guy’s name so nobody would even be willing. Lend me 10,000 won,” Kai begged. Sehun made a face, but fished out his wallet and handed over the money. Kai took Mina’s name with a relieved smile.

Baekhyun pointed at Sehun. “Who do you have?”

“It’s a guy’s name,” Sehun replied dully. He glanced down at the slip of paper in his hand that read ‘Xiumin’ and shrugged. “Forget it, I don’t care enough to trade. You can skip over to Suho-hyung.”

“That’s fair. Suho?”

Suho nodded. “Yeah. Did any of you happen to get…”

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“Is this the right size?” Kai wondered, holding up a pair of rather stylish-looking six-inch platform heels. He was kneeling on the floor of the shoe shop, practically drowning in women’s shoes and shoe boxes. The sales attendants were starting to look a little disturbed. He had picked a bright pink pair that looked extremely difficult to walk in. “What did you say Mina’s size was again? 230 mm?”

Nari blinked and tucked her hair behind her ear. “To be honest, I can’t really remember.”

“Can you call and ask?”

“You want me to call and randomly ask for her shoe size a week before Christmas? Yes, that won’t raise any suspicions,” Nari muttered. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “But I think she should be a 220 mm. Because I’ve borrowed her shoes before and they’ve fit me just fine-“

“You try them on, then,” Kai replied, thrusting the shoes at her.

Nari blinked. “Me? Why me?”

“Should I put them on Sehun, instead?” Kai demanded, gesturing towards Sehun. Sehun glanced up at the sound of his name. He was sitting on one of the little stools meant for people who were trying on shoes. He was too big for the stool and Nari had to hold back a smile at how it looked tiny compared to his towering height.He was clearly uncomfortable as he shifted on it.

“I’ll wear the heels if it means we can leave,” Sehun said seriously.

Nari rolled her eyes and grabbed the shoes. She wasn’t very good with high heels; particularly not the sort of thin, pencil-like ones that Kai had selected. The last time she had worn anything taller than three inches, she’d sprained her ankle and had to stay in bed for two days. Not to mention the heel had snapped and her money had gone to waste.

“Move,” Nari ordered Sehun, nudging his leg with her foot. He rolled his eyes, but stood up from the stool so that she could sit down. She kicked off her faded flip-flops with a sigh and carefully slid her foot into the new heels. They looked extremely dangerous, and had a number of tiny buckles on them.

“The hell is with all these buckles…? Can’t they just use Velcro like the good old days?” Nari grumbled to herself as she twisted her foot in an awkward position to reach the buckles. The buckle was so tiny that she could barely hold it between her fingers to slide the strap through it. “Yeesh…”

“Stop that. You’re going to break it, and then you’ll have to pay for them.” Sehun gave her an incredulous look before kneeling down in front of her and swatting her clumsy hands away from the shoes. Nari blinked in surprise as he managed to grip the tiny buckle between his fingers and smoothly slide the strap through it. She stared at his long fingers for a moment.

“You have really big hands,” she muttered.

Sehun looked up at her and blinked. Even though he was kneeling on the ground while she was sitting, his face was still level with hers. His dark eyes looked amused. “And you have tiny feet,” he replied matter-of-factly. He picked up the other shoe and placed it in front of her. “Hurry up, we don’t have all day.”

Nari silently slid her foot into the other heel while Sehun fixed the strap. She sighed to herself, wondering how people like him could be so handsome without effort. The way Sehun’s dark hair fell lightly into his eyes as he focused on the shoe, and the way he was biting his lip in concentration were painfully attractive. She felt her cheeks flush as his fingers gave her ankle a small tap when he was done.

“They fit fine,” he told Kai. He turned back to Nari. “Take a couple of steps and see if they’re loose.”

Nari hesitated, but slowly stood up. Her ankles were trembling and she could barely manage to balance herself on the pencil heel. Her hands were hovering in the air as she tried not to fall. Both Kai and Sehun were watching her with raised eyebrows and she flushed a little.

“I… can’t really walk in heels,” she admitted.

Sehun scoffed. “You’re kidding, right?”

Nari glared at him, a little embarrassed. Who was he to judge her? He probably couldn’t walk in heels either, if he tried. She took a wobbly step forward in the shoes, but lost her balance. Nari let out a rather unceremonious squeak as the heel gave way under her. She fell to the right, but her fall was blocked by a solid chest that took the impact and a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright. Nari’s eyes widened as she looked up at Sehun.

“Sorry-“

“Sit down,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze. Nari’s fingers grabbed at his sweater to balance herself upright again and Sehun’s large hands pushed her gently so that she was sitting on the stool again. “For God’s sake, you’ll hurt someone that way. Just sit.”  

Kai sighed. “Forget it. Heels weren’t a good idea in the first place.”

Sehun kneeled down in front of Nari again, and started to help her remove the buckles on the high heels. She flushed when he suddenly looked up at her, and moved his face closer so that it was inches away from hers. She could see the sharp slant of his nose, and his dark eyes were staring into hers.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered softly.

Nari froze. “W-what? Do what?”

“This. I’m starving hungry and I’ve never spent so much time in a women’s shoe store in my life,” Sehun whispered. He was keeping his voice low so that Kai, who was browsing something in the next aisle, wouldn’t hear him. Nari stared at the way Sehun’s lips moved when he spoke. He put one of his large hands on her knee casually. “We have to get away from him.”

Nari blinked. “We?”

“Yeah. Let’s declare a truce and give Kai the slip at the next opportunity.”

“O-okay.”

Before Sehun could say anything else, Kai reappeared in front of them. He raised an eyebrow at their closeness, but Sehun quickly leaned away from Nari and busied himself with undoing her heel buckles again. Kai looked annoyed. “If you two are done flirting, let’s go. I see a store down the line that looks promising.”

“Sure. Let’s go,” Sehun said casually, finally removing the heels from her feet and then offering Nari a hand to help her stand up. He gave her a meaningful look. “Let’s go quickly.”

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“That’s one’s pretty,” Kai admitted, looking at the dress that Nari was holding up in front of him and cocking his head to the side. It was a cute little flowery sundress. Nari had to admit that she thought the dress was adorable, although she wasn’t sure if it was Mina’s taste. Mina’s dresses were usually shorter and less cutesy. “Will she like it? I’ve hardly seen her out of school uniform so I can’t tell.”

Nari blinked. “I think it’s really pretty.”

“Are you sure, though? We don’t know if it’ll really fit her, since you’re saying you don’t know her exact size…” Kai trailed off and narrowed his eyes at Nari. He looked a little skeptical. “You seriously don’t even know her dress size? Aren’t you her best friend? Don’t girls go shopping together?”

Nari blinked. She knew Mina’s dress size perfectly well, but she decided not to tell Kai. Sehun was looking more and more impatient by the minute. He kept desperately pointing towards the exit whenever Kai’s head was turned. Nari quickly scanned the store. They were all the way inside, and the exit was pretty far, near the changing rooms. An idea suddenly struck her.

“Tell you what. Dress sizes aren’t even reliable anyway, they’re different in each brand so you can never tell,” Nari said dismissively. She grabbed hold of the dress that Kai had been contemplating and held it up to herself. “I’ll go try it on and tell you whether it would fit her. Mina and I are pretty much the same size. Where are the changing rooms? Looks like they’re over there…”

Kai nodded, turning back to the rack of dresses. “Okay. Hurry back.”

Sehun turned to look at Nari with wide eyes, his lower lip stuck out. Help me too! He mouthed at her, desperately. Nari sighed. She didn’t really want to help him. Sehun narrowed his eyes at her. Help me or I tell him you’re escaping! He mouthed, pointing at Kai’s back.

Nari groaned.

“I’m taking Sehun with me,” she agreed, finally.

Kai turned around, bewildered. “To the women’s changing rooms?”

“Yup. I want someone to hold my bags and wait outside. I might need to send him to get me a different size. You keep looking, okay? I like the look of that rack over there, Mina often wears that brand,” Nari said coolly, pointing at a random rack of dresses.

Kai blinked. “Really? Okay, I’ll check it out.”

Nari grabbed hold of Sehun’s arm and pulled him along. The changing room was behind the women’s lingerie section. Sehun tried to keep a straight face as they walked through it, but his cheeks turned a little pink. Nari turned to look at him and suppressed a laugh. “Never been to this part of the store before?” she couldn’t resist teasing him.

Sehun pressed his lips together tightly. “Shut up. Where’s the exit?”

“There.” She pointed towards the exit. They were much closer to it than Kai was, but it was still in his line of vision. “Keep an eye out for when he turns his back, then we can make a run for it. Okay?”

Sehun nodded, folding his arms across his chest as his eyes followed Kai carefully, waiting for him to turn his back. Sehun's eyes were slightly narrowed and Nari couldn’t help but admire how nice his jawline looked from the side. It was extremely smooth, and his tongue briefly darted out to wet his lips. Nari’s cheeks flushed red for a moment, but her attention was quickly distracted by the appearance of a sales assistant.

“Excuse me, miss- are you going to try on something?” the sales assistant asked politely.

Sehun and Nari both jumped. Nari fumbled a little and held out the dress that she’d taken from Kai previously and nodded. “Uh- yes. I was going to try this on,” she said quickly, trying not to look suspicious.

The sales assistant blinked. “Ah. I don’t know if that’s the right size.”

Nari blinked and held it up to herself. “Why? It looks about right?”

“Excuse me for saying, miss, but that dress is designed for women with… slightly fuller figures? You might find that the chest area will sag off you a little bit,” the sales assistant said, a little condescendingly. Sehun snickered, and quickly brought his hand up to his face to cover his laugh. Nari flushed red when the sales assistant made eye contact with Sehun and smiled at him sweetly. Were they laughing at the size of her boobs? She flushed red.

“Ah…” she trailed off uncomfortably.

“I mean, you can still give that a try…” the sales assistant reassured her. “But we have a dress in a similar pattern that might suit your figure better. Why don’t I show you and your boyfriend where the smaller dresses are kept?”

Nari glared at Sehun, who was still failing miserably to hide his laughter behind his hand. She looked down at the dress, fisting the cloth in her hands. Was the sales assistant serious? Were her boobs too small to hold this dress up? “You do that. I want to try this one on,” she said firmly. Before Sehun could say anything, Nari thrust her bag at him and entered the changing room, locking the door with a click.

She could hear Sehun talking to the sales assistant vaguely, but Nari was determined to try on the dress. What nonsense. Of course it’ll fit. I have regular-sized boobs. She pulled the sundress on over her head and observed herself in the mirror. To her horror, the dress was actually too loose in the front. The cloth draped over the chest area sagged and looked awkward. Nari stared at the mirror, unable to believe her eyes. Was she that flat-chested?

Twisting and turning in the mirror, she almost forgot about Sehun outside until she heard an urgent knock at the door and his voice hissing irritably. “Yah! What are you doing in there? Hurry up, the sales assistant keeps trying to flirt with me. She even asked for my number so she could let me know when they got new stock in.”

Nari blinked. “Oh- uh- just give me a second. What about Kai?”

“I sent the sales assistant over to him, she seems to like him even more than me. They’re distracted for now, so hurry up and come out!”

She quickly pulled the dress off and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Without bothering to glance in the mirror, she stepped out of the dressing room and thrust the slightly crumpled dress on a nearby chair. “I’m done, let’s go.”

“Were you seriously trying the dress on?” Sehun demanded, eyebrows raised.

Nari glared at him. “Is that important right now? Let’s just get out of here, okay?”

Sehun shrugged, and peeked outside. He confirmed that Kai was engrossed in looking at some dresses that the sales assistant was showing him, and then crooked his fingers at Nari to give her the signal. She followed his quickly, and the two of them managed to make a mad dash for the exit. Once they were outside in the mall area, Nari let out a huge sigh of relief. “He didn’t see us, right?”

“Nope,” Sehun replied. He glanced at her and smirked. "Your hair is still stuck under your t-shirt."

Nari blinked. "What?"

He didn't respond, merely placed a hand on her shoulder and steered Nari around so that her back was facing him. Nari had put her t-shirt on in such a hurry that she hadn't lifted her hair out from underneath it. Sehun's long fingers brushed the nape of her neck lightly as he gathered her loose hair and pulled it out of the t-shirt's neckline. Nari reached up to quickly fluff her hair out, embarrassed. She turned to glance at Sehun, but he wasn’t even looking at her anymore. His eyes were darting around the mall desperately.

“Food, food, food… There! Oh look, there’s a little café! Let’s go get bubble tea, okay? And then we can go find a burger place, I’m dying for a good burger after all that bloody shopping-“

Nari rolled her eyes. “Why do you get to choose everything?”

“Because I’m handsome and you need my pretty face to get us discounts,” Sehun replied simply, flashing Nari a small, charming smile before returning to his straight face instantly. Nari sighed. It was no surprise if that handsome face of his managed to get him free food everywhere. “Let’s face it- if you’d really wanted that dress back there, the sales assistant would practically have given it to me for free.”

“Yeah, right. You said it yourself- she liked Kai better,” Nari scoffed.

“Do you want me to prove it?” Sehun demanded, turning around to head back into the shop.

“Yah! We went to all this effort to escape Kai and now you want to go back there?” Nari demanded, annoyed. She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the store they’d been in earlier. “Don’t be stupid, let's go get your bubble tea.”

Sehun smirked as he let Nari pull him towards the café. They joined the line for the counter, and she glanced up to see that he was still smirking, arms folded across his chest as he looked down at her. “What are you smiling about?” she demanded.

“The dress didn’t fit, did it?” Sehun asked, grinning.

Nari felt her cheeks burn. “Excuse me?”

“The sales lady was right, then? It was too loose on you?”

“It fit me fine!” Nari defended hotly. Her eyes were wide as she shoved at him lightly. “In fact, it fit me perfectly. I just didn’t like the design, all right? It was too flowery for my taste-“

“Yeah, yeah,” Sehun replied, cutting her off as they reached the front of the line at the café. He pointed her towards the menu. “Order what you want, quickly. I’ll have a bubble tea, please,” he informed the woman working at the counter with a charming smile. He made eye contact with her, and gave her a deep gaze. “What would you suggest to eat along with that?”

The woman blinked at him, looking flustered. “Oh- uh. We-we have a special carrot cake on offer, today.”

“One of those, then,” Sehun replied. He leaned one arm against the counter coolly and then turned his head to raise an eyebrow at Nari. “Yah. Are you done deciding? The nice lady here doesn’t have all day.”

Nari glared at him. “I’ll have a latte, thanks.”

They paid quickly and then sat down, having grabbed their drinks. Sehun grinned as he looked at the bill and smiled to himself. He held it out so that Nari could see it, while taking a sip. “See? She gave me the carrot cake for free,” he gloated. He picked up the fork and twirled it in his fingers happily. “I’m going to enjoy this one.”

Nari rolled her eyes. “You have no shame.”

“Me? I never even asked for it to be free, she’s the one who gave it to me!”

“Because you kept making eyes at her!” Nari replied. She picked up her coffee and took a sip from it angrily, but it burned her tongue. She hissed and put it down quickly, her cheeks flushing red. Sehun laughed and handed her a napkin so she could wipe the part that she’d spilled. “Ow, ow, ow! Yah, give me some of that!” she cried, lunging for his tea.

Sehun’s frowned. “What? Why do you want my tea? Get your own!”

“Your drink is cold and my tongue is burning, please!” she whined.

Sehun rolled his eyes, but handed over his tea. Nari took a long sip, sighing happily when the iced drink soothed her burning tongue. Sehun watched her, unable to resist a chuckle. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his seat. “You’re stupid, but kind of cute, did you know that?” he asked her calmly.

Nari blinked up at him and flushed. He was staring at her with those dark eyes again, and she felt flustered under his gaze. Was he trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose? He clearly knew what his gaze did to women. “Of course, I’m adorable,” she said dismissively, although she didn’t sound confident.

“Hmm,” he shrugged, before taking his tea back from her. His eyes narrowed. “Yah! You drank almost half of it!”

“Oops,” Nari said sweetly, cocking her head.

“This is so unfair. Buy me another one.”

“I don’t think I will, thanks,” Nari replied simply. She glanced at her watch coolly. “Would you look at the time? I think I’ll get going now, I have places to be. Enjoy the rest of your bubble tea.”

Sehun glared at her and opened his mouth to retort, but he was cut off by his cellphone ringing. He glanced down at it, and his eyes widened in horror. “Shit, it’s Kai. He must have realized that we left him alone. What will we do?” he demanded.

“You mean what will you do. I’m out of here. He’s not even really my friend or anything,” Nari replied.

“You’ll leave me to deal with him alone?” Sehun demanded.

Nari laughed. “I guess so. Oh; and if you do happen to see him again, then tell him that out of all the gifts we looked at today, the heart locket was probably the best option. Mina loves cheesy things like that.”  

Sehun frowned. “You didn’t like it before.”

“I just didn’t want to agree with you,” Nari replied with a grin. She picked up the paper cup that her latte was in and gave Sehun a small wave with her other hand. “Bye! Have fun shopping!”

Sehun frowned, his gaze following her as she left the café.

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A Few Days Later

“Yah! Kang Nari! Where have you been? I was looking for you!��� Mina insisted, bouncing up and down on the soles of her feet, as she spotted Nari in the corridor. She tugged at her hand and pulled her inside the classroom. “I have to tell you something urgent.”

Nari sighed, as the two girls headed towards their seats. It was the last day before Christmas break, and also the day that everyone finally exchanged presents for the Secret Santa game. People had been revealing themselves to be Santas and exchanging presents all day. The mood was extremely festive and Nari found herself hating it more and more.

“I was giving Chanyeol his present,” Nari explained, as she sat down. “I think I made him cry.”

“You made him cry?”

“Yeah. Apparently he had no idea that those hats were made from animal fur. I told him it was probably a dead squirrel or something and he started crying, said he would never wear them again. I felt kind of bad for ruining his Christmas.” Nari rolled her eyes and then turned to face Mina in her chair. “What did you want to say, then? You’re practically exploding with excitement.”

She beamed. “I got a text from Kai, asking me to meet him in the gardens!” Mina squealed. “Do you think he’s my Santa? That would be so exciting!”

Nari smirked. “No idea. You should go find out.”

“I will!” Mina bounced onto her feet and then paused, her smile dropping. “Oh… you haven’t received anything from your Santa yet, have you? The last bell’s about to ring too…”

“Don’t worry about me,” Nari replied with a shrug. She hadn’t been expecting much, although it was a little disappointing to not get anything. “You go meet Kai. I’m sure he has something special for you.”

Mina nodded and left, practically skipping out of the classroom. Nari smiled. Hopefully Kai had managed to buy a decent present by the end of it all. Nari glanced out of the window briefly. The last bell rang, and she was just about to start packing her stuff, when she suddenly felt someone sit beside her. Surprised, Nari turned to see Oh Sehun. His tall body was slightly slouched in the chair and he placed a small shopping bag on the table between them, before folding his arms across his chest.

“Merry Christmas,” he muttered.

Nari blinked at him. Sehun’s hair looked nicer than usual; it was slicked back a little and made his angular face look even more handsome. His head was facing the front, but he was looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. Nari tore her gaze away from him and looked at the shopping bag.

“What’s that?” she demanded.

Sehun rolled his eyes. “What do you think it is? Secret Santa present. Do you want it, or not?”

“But you’re not my Secret Santa. Eunha told me it was Do Kyungsoo.”

Sehun’s stiff expression faltered a little, and the corner of his thin lips trembled. “She must have been mistaken, then. It’s me. You don’t see Kyungsoo here with a present, do you?” he demanded.

“I guess not…”

He pushed the shopping bag towards her stiffly. “Go on, then.”

“I’m almost afraid to see what you could have gotten me,” Nari mumbled. She grabbed the shopping bag and put it in her lap, before looking at Sehun warily again. His expression was blank. She peeked into the bag and saw a familiar flowery pattern. Her eyes widened. It was the dress. The same one she had tried on in the store, the one that had been too loose in that area. Nari’s cheeks flushed red. “You got me that dress?” she demanded.

Sehun raised an eyebrow. “You liked it, didn’t you? You were the one who picked it out in the first place.”

“Y-yes, but…”

“I know. It was too loose,” Sehun replied simply. “Still. You seemed to really like it, so the sales assistant found something that could help you wear it.” He pointed into the bag.

Nari blinked and reached into the bag, her fingers coming into contact with more soft cloth. She grabbed it and tugged it upwards, before realizing what it was. Her cheeks turned even more red and she looked at Sehun in shock, before stuffing it back into the bag. “Yah!” she looked around the almost-empty classroom and lowered her voice. “Is that supposed to be a padded bra?”

“Sure. Apparently it holds the dress up. Smart, right?”

“More like extremely inappropriate!” she hissed, horrified. She looked down at the bag again. “I can’t believe you carried this into school! What on earth made you think this was an appropriate present? I am not going to wear a stuffed bra just so I can put on this dress! I have no idea what made you think that you could-“

Sehun sighed. “Yeah, I thought you might react this way. That’s why I kept the bill. We’ll go return them tomorrow and exchange them for something else.”

“Damn right we will!” Nari snapped.

“Then we can go get bubble tea at that café again. I’ll pay this time.”

Nari scoffed. “You’d better. After trying to pull this on me…”

“It’s a date, then.”

“Yeah, it’s a….” she paused, blinking up at him. Her heart skipped a beat. “It’s a what?”

“Shopping, and then coffee. I’m paying for everything. Sounds like a date to me, doesn’t it?” he asked lightly. He stood up from the seat and then turned to face her, placing one hand on the desk so he could lean down to her level. “I have one more present. You can’t return this one, unfortunately.”

Nari blinked. “What?”

Sehun glanced around briefly to make sure they were alone in the classroom. Then he quickly swooped down and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the corner of her lips. Nari stared at him, eyes wide as he pulled away. His dark eyes were fixed on hers, and strands of his hair had flopped onto his forehead. He gave her a small smirk.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then.”

Nari blinked, her head spinning. “O-okay.”

Sehun grinned and grabbed his bag, slinging it over her shoulder as he started to walk out of the classroom coolly. Nari watched his confident gait, as her head cleared slowly. Then she smiled to herself. Oh Sehun liked her. Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, Nari called after him. “Yah, Oh Sehun!”

Sehun turned around. “Hmm?”

“How much did you pay Do Kyungsoo to get my name for the Secret Santa, hmm?”

Sehun’s cheeks flushed a little pink, but he pressed his lips together tightly and tried to keep a straight expression. He simply shrugged, placed a finger over his lips and smiled at her, before ducking out of the classroom. Nari watched him leave and then giggled to herself quietly, her fingers still clutching the shopping bag.

Her phone buzzed, and Nari quickly grabbed it to check her messages.

From: Kai

Hey! Mina’s present was a success! Thanks for your help!

I have one for you too. I think you’ll like it. Open the attachment.

Merry Christmas!

Nari raised an eyebrow and pressed the attached file. It was a candid picture of Oh Sehun standing in the middle of the women’s lingerie section, looking slight lost and red-faced as the sales assistant showed him a padded bra.

Nari laughed and looked down at the shopping bag in her hands. Maybe she would keep this present for now.

[niskrp]

「  RESERVED UNTIL  19 / 01  」

ᴸ  021 / THE EMPEROR   |  lee jieun / iu, soloist

「  RESERVED UNTIL  20 / 01  」

ᴸ  003 / KING OF HEARTS  |  seo kangjoon, 5urprise ᴸ  013 / ACE OF HEARTS  |  undecided ᴸ  019 / THE HIGH PRIESTESS  |  lee taemin, shinee 「 ext. 」

「  RESERVED UNTIL  21 / 01  」

ᴸ  008 / QUEEN OF DIAMONDS  |  kim jennie, blackpink

「  RESERVED UNTIL  22 / 01  」

ᴸ  005 / QUEEN OF SPADES  |  kim hyuna, soloist  ᴸ  011 / QUEEN OF CLUBS  |  bae joohyun / irene, red velvet ᴸ  014 / ACE OF SPADES  |  park jimin, bts ᴸ  045 / NINE OF DIAMONDS  |  krystal jung, f(x)

://  APPLICATION PENDING 「  18/15 」

ᴸ  001 / JACK OF HEARTS  |  kim sunggyu, infinite ➢  ryu seon 「 accepted 」 ᴸ  002 / QUEEN OF HEARTS |  im jinah / nana, after school  ➢ shin sora「 accepted 」 ᴸ  004 / JACK OF SPADES  |  oh sehun, exo  ➢  rhee hajoon  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  006 / KING OF SPADES  |  lee donghae, super junior  ➢ moon jaehyun「 accepted 」 ᴸ  007 / JACK OF DIAMONDS |  jeon jungkook, bts   ➢   kwon yul  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  009 / KING OF DIAMONDS  |  park jeonghwa, exid  ➢  jun sungjoo  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  012 / KING OF CLUBS  |  nam joohyuk, actor  ➢ kang joon 「 accepted 」 ᴸ  015 / ACE OF DIAMONDS  |  kim jaejoong, jyj  ➢  chae yongjin  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  016 / ACE OF CLUBS  |  shim changmin / max, tvxq  ➢  park baekho  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  017 / THE FOOL  |  kim taehyung / v, bts  ➢  kang jisoo  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  020 / THE EMPRESS  |  jung eunchae, actress  ➢ kang noeul 「 accepted 」 ᴸ  025 / THE STRENGTH  |  kim jinhwan / jay, ikon  ➢  seo jihae  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  026 / THE HERMIT |  min yoongi / suga, bts   ➢   yeon junghyo「 accepted 」 ᴸ  030 / THE DEATH  |  kim jongin / kai, exo ➢   lee hansol  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  035 / THE MOON  |  kim taeyeon, girls’ generation  ➢  kang eunji  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  038 / THE WORLD   |  byun baekhyun, exo   ➢   jung minjae 「 accepted 」 ᴸ  043 / NINE OF HEARTS  |  im nayeon, twice  ➢  ahn nari  「 accepted 」 ᴸ  047 / TEN OF HEARTS  |  jung jaewon / one, soloist  ➢   woo taeyong「 accepted 」

[7wanderingpaws]

Captain Bucheon (prologue)

(gif is not mine)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader (Lee Nari)

Genre: police AU; enemies to lovers AU (angst, later romance)

Warnings:  langauge, age-gap, suggestive themes, slow-paced and more (please check each chapter for possible trigger warnings)

🛑 NOTE: THIS STORY IS A SEQUEL TO BURN YOUR BRIDGES. Please make sure to read first BYB before diving into Captain Bucheon. Thank you!

A/N: As promised, I am finally coming back with a sequel for BYB. This will definitely be a longer chaptered story and a lot of tension. Be prepared! Enjoy!

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PROLOGUE

This was trouble. You knew it the moment you stopped liking what was happening. But why would he keep going when he said he cared for you? Was he going to let you down again?

No, please, you thought when your shirt ended up on the floor, leaving you only in your bra. Without the support of the t-shirt tucked in your jeans, your high-waisted mom jeans slipped down your hips, exposing more skin. Your naked back was pushed to the wall, the clasp of your bra digging into your skin.

Before he could dive in for another action that would leave you scared even more, the fire alarm went off. Letting out the slightest gasp of surprise, you were relieved when he abruptly stepped away from you in shock, looking around as if the fire would appear in front of him.

Taking advantage of the sudden freedom you gained, you were fast to grab your shirt from the ground and pressing it to your chest, you dashed for the hotel room door, tears ready to spill. He didn’t hear you over the noise so you opened the door and ran outside, the carpeted floor soft under your worn-off sneakers. There was a taller figure not far from you, marching towards your direction and you froze on the spot, heaving out irregular breaths.

It was him. And his eyes widened when he took in the state you were in; hair disheveled, mascara smudged, and a bunched up shirt that you were pressing into your chest, doing a poor job of covering up. He saw the straps of your bra on your shoulders before his eyes traveled to yours that were full of fear, shock and dread.

This all happened in just a few seconds, the alarm still blasting and deafening you. As Baekhyun raised his hand, you started to shake your head, frantically looking behind you. It would be a matter of seconds before he would dash out of the room, looking for you.

“I’m not here as a cop.” Baekhyun reassured you. His body was close when you turned back, letting out yet another surprised gasp. He was fast to take off his jacket and put it over your shoulders, making sure his fingers wouldn’t touch your skin. Without realizing, you complied to his hand that he put between your shoulder blades, pushing you ahead. “I will help you, Lee Nari.” He muttered into your ear so you could hear him loud and clear as you made a sharp turn, the door to the emergency stairs pushed open before you stepped in.

It was like on a click; the doors slammed shut behind you and with it the alarm stopped, encasing you in a deafening silence.

Baekhyun was leading you downstairs. “But you will have to explain to me everything,” he finally added, even his hushed voice sounding too loud for your sensitive ears. “And by everything I mean every. Single. Thing.”

Those last familiar words - they made you stop abruptly in your step, pushing against his hand that was still on your back to make him let go. Pressing your lips together, you felt the familiar fear that creeped in, swirling around in your chest, bringing back the very well-known heaviness you thought you finally managed to win against. You were wrong.

Captain Bucheon was back and he was giving you a piercing gaze. He had you, again, wrapped around his finger just like barely one year ago. His stare was enough to tell you he somehow knew about everything you’d done during that short amount of time you didn't see him and it made you want to whimper and cry and beg for forgiveness. This time, he wouldn't be wrong if he accused you.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered suddenly, his hard stare turning into something you’d call soft if you wouldn’t have huge trust issues with him. His gaze dropped on your barely covered up chest before he looked back up into your frozen eyes. “Put the shirt quickly on. And let’s get out of here quickly before he finds us,” he ushered gently and to prove a point, he turned around to give you privacy. 

Your hands had never been so trembly like they were in that moment. Slipping into the heavy fabric, you cleared your throat and without waiting for him, made fast steps down the stairs. That was the moment when you heard a door being kicked open only one floor above of where you stood at, a dangerous, blood-freezing growl let out into the cold, echoing space. “Lee Nari.”

[sarangscenario]

Creeping Monsters - Part 6

Characters: EXO + OC Type: Lucky One!AU + Monster!AU Genre:Angst, fluff Length: 978 words Summary: After a secret operation in a maze, nine boys get new nurses to take care of them. The girls are in for surprises concerning the boys. And other girls… A/N: A new series featuring a ton of amazing people *-* [Rebecca x Chanyeol ; Amelia x Minseok ; Kenna x Baekhyun ; Morgan x Yixing ; Sunny x Jongin ; Nari x Sehun ; Kaeyon x Joonmyeon ; Leyla x Kyungsoo ; Margot x Jongdae]

[Credits: owner]

Amelia looked one last time at the piece of paper she had in her hand, the piece of paper Kenna, the girl she had been talking to this morning while drinking coffee, had given her. It had some directions to Room 99. Amelia had told the girl about her incapacity to find the dreaded number; Kenna had been quick to help her.

So, there she was, outside the Dorm, her back to its door. Kenna had already left,. Amelia followed the instructions, walking by the many doors she had seen the previous evening. Where had she gone wrong? What turn had she missed? Right. Left. Second left. And indeed, there it was, Room 99. Why hadn’t she seen it the day before? Whatever.

Placing her hand on the knob, Amelia swapped her flashcard. A green light surrounded the pad. Then, it turned red. She didn’t have the courage to open it. She was afraid of who was behind that door. Would she actually see a young man like on the screen, or another box with another girl in it? Looking left and right, she tried to remember what door she had hazardously opened. It was all hazy, had all been done in haste.

A knock on the door woke her from her thoughts. A knock from inside. As if the person was asking for permission to leave. Inhaling, she swapped her flashcard again. The door opened itself. A young man appeared, not that tall, with sharp traits. Surprised flashed in his eyes. A frown followed suit. He was disappointed in seeing her. Everybody was, Amelia thought. She entered and closed the door for him not to escape. To trap him. And herself.

“Who are you?” He began, still, his eyes on her. Shouldn’t she be the one asking him questions?

“Where are the guys?” He went on when she remained silent. So, he remembered about the other men... But what did he actually remember?

“Who are you?” Amelia retorted in such a calm voice that it ticked her off. She had to get to know him. She understood why he was being cautious with her. She would have acted in the same way in his shoes.

“Don’t you know who I am?” That was sarcastic. Amelia grimaced; she hated when people made fun of her.

“Let’s assume I know nothing about you. Will you tell me anything?” She stepped closer to him; he stepped back, wary.

“Tell me where the guys are... Then, we’ll discuss.” Hope surged through her heart.

“Next door. All of you are in separate rooms. I know nothing else. I haven’t met them.” She babbled on, unconsciously spilling evidence that must have been secret, too happy to think properly. Amelia just breached the contract she had signed upon entering the building.

+++

On the other side of the building, Kenna was inspecting her folder for the last time. Her memories swirled in front of her eyes: the face of the boy, the smile. That smile. She had even dreamt of it that night! And those eyes... Things were getting out of hand from the beginning. She hadn’t told that to Amelia. The two of them had shared any experience, Kenna more than Amelia, actually. Would the man be different from the day before? Would he recognise her?

A guard passed next to her. It was the first time she saw one. It didn’t scare her, nor reassure her. He was simply doing his job, like she should be doing hers. She tapped on the number on the door and entered. He was still her. He was sitting on his bed, legs hanging loose on one side. He was clearly bored.

“Oh! It’s you again!” There was some rustling; the bed moved when he got off. Kenna stilled in the doorframe, not expecting him to be so... welcoming. He stopped himself too. He walked back to his bed and resumed his position. Kenna didn’t understand his reaction. What had she done for him to do so?

Awkwardly, she stepped inside the room, her feet leading her to the wall in front of him. She showed him her folder. Empty.

“I need some information about you to complete this.” Kenna said, stressfully clicking on her pen. He allowed his gaze to meet hers, making her involuntarily blush as soon as his lips spread into a large smile.

“Can we play a game?” The question startled the girl, whose hands let the folder fall to the ground. He laughed at her. He was surely a weird man.

“Tell me your name.” She commanded, her pen ready. Mischief played in the boy’s chocolate orbs. What was he up to?

“I’ll give you mine if you tell me yours.” He shrieked, his hands groping the edge of his bed, lolling on it. Kenna had to be careful. His behaviour reminded her of mentally disturbed patients.

“I’m Kenna. I’m working with you. Only you.” She noticed that his eyes followed her lips. When she finished, they shot up to her own ones.

“My name’s Baekhyun. You’ve been the only one visiting me ever since I woke up.” She scribbled down his name on the paper. The second part didn’t surprise her at all. Who else would enter this room?

“Do you remember anything from your previous life?” She went on, not wanting to break the moment; he wouldn’t be that talkative forever. The boy shook his head, eyes closed.

“Nothing?” Her shoulders slumped, as she lost hope. She only had his name. He repeated the word.

“We’ll work on that. Tomorrow, I’ll come back.” She informed him, closing the folder. There was no use forcing him to reveal information he didn’t have. She walked along the wall to the door.

“You will?” Baekhyun muttered, his hopes too high for a Subject. Kenna nodded, trying to smile. But she never managed.

Previous chapter : Part 5

Next chapter : Part 7

[idkyeol]

Chubby Girls can’t Date Idols 3 (Minseok)

Minseok x Reader. Appearances by OT9 & Other SM Artists.

TW: Fat Shaming.

Word Count: 1.8K

You stood there for what felt like an eternity with your fingers pressed against your life. You snapped out of it once you heard your phone ring. Looking at it you see it’s Amber. “Hey, whats up?” you ask. “WHERE ARE YOU?!” she yells, obviously drunk. This makes you laugh. “I walked home with Minseok after I calmed down.” She starts giggling. “So you haven’t seen it yet?” Confused, you say no. “Okay, I have to go but I’m sending you a link.” You hang up and wait for the text. You walk into the dorm and while you’re taking off your shoes you get it. You open the link and it’s a YouTube video with over a million views. You see it was posted less than 30 minutes ago. It’s a video of what happened. It starts with you running off. Then you see Krystal go up to Yoona. You gasp when you see Krystal slap her. Then you heard cheering you. Once it’s over you run into the house. “MINSEOK! WHERE ARE YOU?!” He comes running to where you are. You shove your phone in his face and he watches it. He looks at you before bursting into laughter. After he calms down he asks if you want to go with him to meet everyone else at an after party. Deciding you didn’t want that bitch Yoona to ruin your night you say yes. After a pit stop to your apartment so you could change, you guys make it to the party.

The moment you walk in you hearing someone screaming your name. You see Amber and Krystal. You run over. “Krystal, thank you for defending me!” You say with a hug. She laughs. “It was nothing, that bitch had it coming. This makes you laugh out loud. You see Baekhyun and Chanyeol waving you to the dance floor. You need to be drunk to actually dance. So before you go over, you down a couple of shots. You feel yourself start to loosen up. Once you get over to them, Baekhyun is gone. Chanyeol is beyond drunk and begs you to dance with him. You’re the right amount of drunk to do it. You start dancing and Chanyeol pulls you closer by your waist, making you almost straddle his thigh. Baekhyun comes up and hands you another shot to do with them. You couldn’t exactly pull yourself back. There were so many people dancing. You were just happy to be sandwiched between two people you trust. You look over and see Minseok talking to another girl. They were pretty close to each other and just as you were diverting your attention back to dancing, you see them kiss. You felt your heart drop a little. You continue to dance with the boys. You weren’t letting anything get to you. It was your night off. After dancing to a few songs, you walk with the boys to get drinks. You stumble upon Krystal, Jongin, Amber, and a few people you didn’t know playing a drinking game. Amber introduces you to the boy sitting next to her, Jackson something. They ask you to play. A few minutes later everyone is playing. Everyone is sitting in a circle on the floor in the living room with their drinks. It felt like such a high school party and it turned into a very high school game of truth or dare. You were wedged between Sehun and Yixing. Almost everyone picked dare. In the first 30 minutes of the game you watched Amber make out with Jackson, Chanyeol licking the bottom of Jongdae’s foot, and Baekhyun stripping down to his boxers. It was your turn and you were not about that life, so you picked truth. Amber starting yelling. “I have a good one!!” You frown when you hear her truth. “Do you have a crush on anyone?” The rule was if you didn’t answer you had to drink. You looked over at Minseok, the girl from before sitting in his lap, trying to kiss him then to the drink in your hand. You took a deep breathe. As you spoke, Minseok’s eyes were on you. “No.” As fast as the word fell out of your mouth, Minseok pushed the girl off of him. He quickly got up and left the room, Yixing following him. Before anyone speaks you down your drink and smile. The game continues and you quietly remove yourself. You walk toward the kitchen, but before you can enter you hear Yixing yelling. Which is odd, because he never raises his voice. “What the hell were thinking Minseok? You had a girl sitting on your fucking lap right in front of her. Letting said girl kiss you, when not even 2 hours ago you were kissing Noona. You have only yourself to blame.” Before you heard anymore you ran back to the living room. You told Sehun you were leaving. He offered to walk you home. “It’s okay, Sehunnie. I want to be alone. But Ill text you as soon as I get there.” He walked you to the door, hugging you goodbye.

You were happy it wasn’t too cold outside. It made your walk home easier. Once you got home, you showered and got comfy for bed. You made sure to take some Tylenol and drink a bottle of water, hoping you wouldn’t wake up with a hangover.  After you texted Sehun, you fell asleep. It felt like only minutes later you woke up. You looked at your clock, it was 2pm. You had slept most of the day away. Before getting out of bed, you checked your phone. You checked your email and had one from your supervisor. EXO would be traveling to Tokyo the following day for their concerts. There were 4 days of concerts. They would be gone a week. You wouldn’t be traveling to this one, but you would be going with them to the next one. The next one was the short North America leg of their tour. You squealed when you saw that your hometown was on the list. Then you realized this meant you didn’t have to see Minseok for a week. It would give you time to get over whatever it was you were feeling. Shortly after you got up and dressed Sehun was calling you. “Hi Sehun, whats up?” you hear him whine. “Noona. Can you bring me food? I have the worst hangover.” You giggled and said you would. Once you get food for all 9 of them, you make your way to the dorm. As you’re walking up the steps, someone walks out. It was the girl Minseok was with. She gives you a small smile and runs off. You immediately felt it. The jealously flowing through your entire body. You walk in and plaster a fake smile on your face. You set the food down and tell Sehun you needed to leave. You get out and make a block before you hear him. Minseok was calling your name. He finally catches you and you stop. “Hey I’m sorry for last night. I was drunk and not exactly sure...” Before he could finish you lost it. “Don’t bother Minseok. It’s none of my business who you kiss or bring home to fuck. I get it. The kiss was pity. Because everyone always feels sorry for the fat girl.” He tries to stop you but you continue. “I don’t need your pity or your sympathy. I don’t need you to try to save me when someone insults me because you feel bad for me. You can drop the act.” After you finish you turn and continue walking. Minseok makes his way back to the dorm. Still confused. When he gets in, Yixing runs up to him. “How did it go?” Minseok frowns. “She thinks that I pity kissed her. She said that I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.” He sinks down into his seat. “And that, the girl from last night came home with me.” Yixing shakes his head. “You really fucked this up.”

Once you get back to your apartment, you decide you’re done for the rest of the weekend. You have Monday off since the boys were leaving. So you turn your phone off and go back to bed. After a few hours in bed, you’re done feeling bad for yourself. You get up, get ready, and decide to go out. You go to your favorite cafe. It’s empty, only Nari is in there. You walk in and she perks up. After getting your drink, you ask her to sit with you. You guys talk for a bit and you tell her what had happened at the after party, Leaving out specifics. “Did you let him explain himself?” she asks. You shake your head no. “I think you should at least let him explain. You work together. So you’re gonna be together a lot.” You smiled at Nari. “How are you so smart for only being 18?” She laughs. You order Minseok a drink and make your way to the dorm. You knock and Sehun answers. “Noona!! What are you doing here?” As you’re walking in and kicking your shoes off, you tell him you’re here to see Minseok. He sends you off to his room but before you make it Yixing stops you. “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” You nod and he leads you to his room. “I know this is none of my business, but Minseok didn’t bring that girl home last night.” You frown at him. “I saw her leave.” He laughs. “I know, but after you left last night she was all up on Junmyeon and he was super drunk.” He starts laughing uncontrollably. “He actually had Baekhyun kick her out this morning while he hid in the bathroom.” This makes you laugh even harder. “Well I guess I owe Minseok an apology. You leave Yixing’s room and venture to Minseok’s. You knock on the door and he huffs out “Come in.” You walk in and he is laying face down on his bed. You don’t know what to say, so instead you clear your throat. He jumps up and you hand him the Iced Americano that you had in your hand. He doesn’t say anything. So you start. “I’m sorry that I snapped at you. You didn’t deserve that and I assumed the worst when I saw that girl leaving.” He tries to defend himself. but you stop him. “Yixing told me everything. I’m just sorry and I hope that things won’t be awkward when you guys get back.” He gets up and hugs you. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let that girl touch me. But I was drunk and Baek said it would make you confess since I was too much of a coward to do it first.” Now you were really confused. “Confess?” you say in a whisper which makes him laugh. “Yes, Noona. Confess that I like you.” You stand there for a minute confused. “You what??” This makes him laugh again and pull you to him. He presses his lips against yours. “I. Like. You.”