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bedtimebrain · 4 years ago

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EXO Baekhyun: Cry for Love Part 1

Boldly writing this very unlikely scenario about baek. Part of me just feels like there might be a part of baek that might be in such a situation if he ever feels so deeply for someone that is not be able to handle the stress of dating an idol.

Using the song title of one of my favourite songs from his latest album for this~ there’s going to be 2 parts(hopefully not 3), and just a disclaimer the ending might not be fluff, so don’t get started if you’re not prepared !

Edit: Part 2 is up! (No part 3 tho, thankfull)

Part 2

Characters: Baek x You

Baekhyun finds himself falling for you, but feels he cannot be so selfish to put the burdens of dating an idol upon you. In an attempt to control his feelings, he tries to stay away from you

Standing across the narrow road opposite to Wendy Cafe, Baekhyun looked intently inside, with a sort of sourness at the back of his throat. This is at least 5th time this guy has been here, and it’s been the second time this week already. His inner self was literally scowling at that thought, but what could he do?

His phone that vibrated in his pocket called him out of his thoughts. It was a call from his manager, asking him to return to the SM building.

Taking one last look at you, at the guy, and at the cafe, he placed both his hands back in his pocket, head facing down and walked back to where his car was.

During the ride back, he thought long and hard, was this the right thing to do? Just 4 months ago, was the first step into the cafe the beginning to this unwanted path ?

He can’t help but replay once again all that started 4 months ago...

——

‘Bye! See you next week!’

Ending his gym session for the week, baekhyun headed for the carpark, eager to get there quickly. Today, he was to be home for a family dinner.

He had been up till late yesterday, practicing and preparing for EXO’s new album. With just 4hours of sleep, his ruined body clock woke him up in time for a gym session in the afternoon. Beating himself to be disciplined so that he can show his best image to Eris during the comeback, he got himself to the gym.

But now, the sweat from the gym session coupled with his sleep debt, was making him feel extra sleepy.

Needing some caffeine in his system, he stopped his car by the roadside to search up coffee houses nearby. Scrolling through, Starbucks -too crowded , dal.kom- he was not a fan , Daebak Coffee and Tea - seems very popular among reviews, Wendy Cafe - no reviews.

Feeling it’s best to avoid crowded cafes on a Friday afternoon, he decided to give Wendy Cafe a try. Following the voice of Google maps, he found himself along a narrow road, secluded and outcasted from the bustling roads just 2 minutes ago.

‘Am I at the right place? Why would someone open a cafe here?’ He loudly spoke in a typical monologue with himself

Just as he was about to give up, a small signboard peeked out from the brick wall stretching along the road.

‘Ah yes, found you! I hope I didn’t make the wrong choice’

After parking his car, he crossed the road to the cafe.

Wendy’s Cafe was clad in wood and white, wooden tables, white chairs, surrounded by grey walls. It was so small only about 6 people could be seated by the tables. To make up for it, a counter-side table was made available and soft music played in the background. Walking in, Baekhyun felt a comfortable sense of peace and relax.

‘Hello, 1 Ice Americano please’

‘Hello, that will be $5.. omo’ Just as you looked up at him, you were shocked to recognise him as Baekhyun from EXO. But you quickly recovered in time, taking the money from him and continued your chores.

Seeing that you have recognised him, he nodded politely. He appreciated your politeness and professionalism to not overreact. And proceed to wait patiently for his coffee.

‘Thank you, have a nice day’ you smiled brightly at him and handed the coffee over.

Just then, it started pouring heavily outside, stopping Baekhyun in his tracks.

‘Should I drive back now ? It’s a long journey back and it’s raining so heavily ...’ he thought

‘Do you want to wait out the rain instead? It’s not too safe to drive in such heavy rain. No one comes here on rainy days, I can put out the close sign for you if you like’

You asked rather sincerely

Looking out again at the rain, he weighed his choices. He was going to be drenched if he crossed the road but what if you were one of those fans that would expose where he was to everyone?

He was feeling a little suspicious inside, afterall why would you close the shop to business just for him?

‘You can take the table furthest away from the window if you’re worried’

He looked at you, judging a book by it’s cover. And decided it doesn’t appear like you would turn out to be one of those crazy fans and took the option of waiting out the rain.

His phone was running out of battery, so instead of sitting by the corner table all bored and lonely, Baekhyun sat on the bar counter table instead; facing you and the other male employee who were busy with fresh bakes.

You presented a bite size muffin on a white plate and gave it over to him. ‘It’s on the house, we’re not going to have any more customers anyway’

Being curious since the start, he asked ‘why would your boss open a cafe right here? It’s really not the best location to be attracting people right?’

Laughing slightly, you replied

‘My boss? That would be me, and does this cafe look like I want to attract people in? The tables are all for 2s, I’m just encouraging solitude here’

‘You own this place? Wow I would suppose you’re only in your early 20s right? Anyway this place does give a sense of quietness that we dont quite get outside. I like it’ He lively replied

‘Yeah, I just wanted people that come by to be able to stop and find quietness they don’t get anywhere else. Finding time for themselves to be away from noisy city life just a few minutes away’

Not really having anything to say to that deep thought of yours, he simply replied ‘Ahh... I see. Uh, thanks for muffin, it smells tasty’

You smiled politely and left him to himself as you cleaned up the open kitchen.

The rain that was beating the ground outside was almost like a lullaby to Baekhyun. The warmth of the shop and the music aided the rain and drowsy effects he was having, shortly without knowing, he drifted to sleep. --

‘Baekhyun ssi, Baekhyun ssi’ you tapped him lightly till he woke up

‘It stopped raining, do you want to head off’

‘Oh my , can’t believe I slept, but that was certainly the quietness I need, haha. I’ll be leaving. Thank you for the coffee’

As he left, he thought to himself that he will surely be back.

—

A week later, he came back. On that day, he saw from outside that you were casually sitting down by on of the tables, chatting with a middle age office lady.

Opening the door, he caught your attention and you smiled slightly to acknowledge. As you were the only working employee today, you got up from the table to serve him.

‘Hi Baekhyun ssi, I see you’re back. Ice americano for you? Or would you like to try something else? Wendy’s special for a bright sunny day’

‘Sure I’ll go for the Wendy’s special’

Handing over the coffee to baekhyun, you asked

‘I heard EXO’s preparing for a comeback. How’s it going for you?’

‘Did you search up on EXO after you saw me last week? Hahaha. Anyway it’s fine, it’s just the discipline in diet, exercise and health that’s annoying’

‘I see. And nah, don’t make me sound like a stalker fan please. I just moderately keep up with kpop in general’

‘Anyway is the middle age lady there your friend? Or do you just chat with your customers all the time?’

‘Oh, she’s just a customer. Really depends though, some people come here seeming to have heavy thoughts, sometimes when I notice I’ll just casually chat with them. Some others are here really putting up a do not disturb sign. Those I wouldn’t bother’

Being cheeky, Baekhyun asked ‘what about me?’

You thought for a while before answering

‘Like a cat? Like those I would give some affection to before letting them run off so they don’t start scratching me. I mean not saying you would be aggressive, but rather, I’m sure a good balance of chat and quietness would be best for you’

Raising his brows and thinking through what you just said, he smiled after a while and went on sipping his Wendy’s special by the counter again. Occasionally, he would look up from his phone to chat with you.

—-

For that 1 month, it seems like he started developing a routine to drop by your cafe for short breaks. He enjoyed your company and somehow your cafe seemed like a place of comfort and refuge. With you, he could talk about anything, from the laughters to the deep insides. Over there, the burdens of being an idol is always momentarily lifted.

On the first week of the 2nd month you guys met. He dropped by again, only to find that the lights were off. A little surprised, he went up to the door which pasted a notice

‘the shop will be closed till further notice due to the owner’s personal reasons. Sorry for any inconvenience caused’

His regular high spirits whenever he came by was dampened as he read the notice. Turning back, he headed off.

The next two weeks, he drove by repeatedly, at least 2 times a week, but your shop was still closed.

It made him a little worried, did something happen to you? But seeing how you left this shop behind with just a notice also made him feel a little down, strangely. It made him think that was he nothing but just a customer to you? He had thought you guys were friends, friends with a special bond, one who he could tell everything to, and place so comfortable almost like his home sofa. But the sign that hung coolly by the cafe’s door left no sign of that friendship held.

Whenever he wasn’t working or was by himself, he pondered over what happened to you. Looking at his phone, he suddenly felt a disconnect. You both knew so many things bout each other but not each other’s numbers. There was nothing to call to reach you. Wherever you are, were you thinking about what you left behind?

He thought to himself

let’s not be too invested into this coincidental friendship

He made up his mind, tomorrow he was going to make a final intentional trip down. If you were still closed, he told himself he would never drop by intentionally again just to check if you were open.

—-

Driving by the next day, his heart was beating fast. And was as if the heavens heard his words, the lights of your cafe were on.

The sign outside still hung closed, but he walked briskly over and stood by the door. You saw him and beckoned him inside.

‘Hey! What’s up with you? Where did you go? ’ Within him he heaved a sigh of relief, finally seeing you again. But his heart wouldn’t stop racing as he waited for your answer. Looking at your face, he can’t help but notice you’ve lost some weight, making him a little worried.

‘Hey Baekhyun ssi, it’s nice seeing you again’

You smiled at him your normal smile and there was no hint of anything extra apart from the normal customer service you gave him. Your lukewarm reply bothered him a little, was he the only one who considered you both as friends? That thought came but left quickly

‘I went home to visit my parents, unfortunately I fell ill. Pneumonia.. Got me in bed for a really long time’

‘Oh no, no wonder you lost some weight? I hope you’re feeling much better already. But you’re not opened today?’

‘Yes I just came back to tidy up this place.’

Not really wanting to leave yet, he offered to clean the place for you, also worried you might not be feeling the most recovered yet.

‘Do you want to have dinner together tonight?’ Baekhyun asked on impulse.

You looked up, a little surprise, but didn’t reject it.

‘Probably not at restaurants or something though. Delivery , do you mind?’ He added

You were never someone who seemed bothered about such trivial things, as expected you agreed.

Over dinner Baekhyun was his chirpy self again, telling you about all he wanted to say the few weeks you guys didn’t met. You listened to him without much words, only saying words when it mattered, as usual.

As you guys were eating and chatting, there came a point where a comfortable silence settled between you both.

Till you broke it

‘Baekhyun ssi, can I share something with you?’

Though he wasn’t expecting this, he was ready to listen.

‘Go ahead’

‘When I went back, I found out my one and only best friend had died in a car accident. And no one told me because they were afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle it alone in Seoul. He.. was all I had.. when I was bullied because people thought I was weird... when I didn’t fit in... he.. he..’ you couldn’t continue as you burst into uncontrollable tears.

Handling such situations was definitely not something Baekhyun was most comfortable with. Catching him off guard, he internally panicked, Omo, what do I do. What should I say? Deciding the only appropriate thing to do was to pat your back or your head. He reached out and gently comfort you, feeling a little awkward.

After a good 3 minutes you finally calmed down. But still, Baekhyun didn’t exactly know what to say to a crying girl

‘Are you feeling better? Care for some BingBing now? Ice cream cannot solve your problems, but it’s sweet at least ’

You managed a laugh, and Baekhyun went to the kitchen fridge to pull out the ice cream that came with the dinner earlier.

On the drive home, Baekhyun decided that sometimes a friend is the ultimate remedy to sorrow. And as much as you have been there to hear him out, he wanted to pay it back to you too.

——

But slowly, their comeback preparations were getting more and more hectic. He no longer had the liberty of time to plan what he wanted to do. But today, there was a short 2 hour interval of free time and they were free to do whatever they wanted.

Deciding between whether to crash at dance practice room or to head to your cafe, he decided to do the latter instead. Though he was feeling rather tired, it has been at least 3 weeks since he came by to say hi. He left after telling suho he’ll be back swiftly.

—

Reaching your cafe, he was surprised to see you smiling and laughing so heartily as you were chatting by the counter with a fashionable young man. When you both spoke, you were always giving him polite smiles and laughters, somewhat out of manners? It somehow hurt his pride a little that while he still thought about you when he was away, did you just think of him as a normal customer who would just come and go? It made him feel like his spot in the cafe was easily replaceable.

As he entered, you did not even break away from the conversation you have with the young man. Only until he reached the counter did you look up.

‘Ah! It’s you! It’s been really long! What would you like today ?’

‘6 Iced americanos, thank you’

‘Alright you can take a seat at the corner table first’ handing him his change , you pointed him to the one at the furthest end of the shop.

He came by having the intention to have a short catch up with you, but apart from the exchange of greetings you had pointed him so far away from the counter and busily went off to prepare the amercianos as if he really was just another customer. He laughed a little bitterly and went to sit where you told him to.

When you were done, you brought the coffee to him and dropped to a whisper suddenly.

‘Baekhyun ssi, are you doing well? Sorry I had to cut our conversation short at the counter because of the oppa sitting there. Didn’t want to bring you trouble in case I accidentally say your name’

Smacking himself on the head internally for being so sensitive earlier on, inside of him also wondered what kind of magic does that ‘oppa’ have for you to be so comfortable? The friendship has almost been 3 months but there always seem to be a strange distance between the both of you. Baekhyun knew himself that his personally was not one people found hard to warm up to and neither did he take very long to warm up to others. He was confused, how sometimes your friendship felt so close yet sometimes so far.

‘How have you been? That guy’s your new customer friend?’

‘Not too bad, I started attending some baking classes and in my free time now I just read as usual. Nothing much as changed.

Yeh he’s been coming quite often because he’s back in this area to visit his parents and there’s nothing for him to do’

‘Ahhhh so what kind of customer is he?’ He arrowhead his eyes at him then back to you.

Laughing you replied ‘ just a really funny and nonsensical kind. Kind of just reminds me of my childhood friend I told you about.... oh right, there’s something I want to give you’

Rushing to the kitchen then quickly walking out, you handed him a box. You explained

‘Baekhyun ssi that day I was at a mall and i walked by this tea shop and I dont know why,I thought about you. It’s all without caffeine. I know you’re having your comeback now and you should be really busy. I purposely picked out some that would help you sleep, some that would revitalise you and just some others that could just help you relax.

I’ve kept it for so long but you didn’t come by again. I almost just kept it for myself already.. anyway I’m glad you’re here today so I could pass it to you’

Hearing this from you really made him touched on the inside, but on the outside he didn’t really know let those emotions show. Instead, he merely said

‘Thanks y/n ssi , for thinking about me. I’ll use them well.’ Looking at his watch , he added,

‘I got to go now, see you sometime soon!’

After saying the goodbyes, Baekhyun returned to his car. Setting his Americanos aside, he held the gift in his hand and looked through his driver’s window at you.

At that very moment he finally came to terms with his feelings.

He did not just want a friendship with you, he wanted you as a partner he could tell his everything to, someone that belonged to him and someone he belonged to.

This should make him feel happy and elated, warm and fuzzy. But there was discomfort lying in his heart.

Deep down he knew that desiring anything more than a friendship with you was putting chains on you.

You liked quietness and freedom. But in his world, parts of his life are made public and his freedom was not really freedom at all.

He cannot sink deeper into this, but could he stay away ? His heart clenched.

He tossed the gift aside and drove off.

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To be continued!!

Sorry for stopping at such an awkward place, but I couldn’t find a good place to stop this at, hahaha.

Anw, I’m sure you guys already know bout baek’s medical condition? My respect and love for baek just hit another level. I really think we are such lucky fangirls to be stanning someone like him. The effort he puts in for us is above and beyond what is required. Sigh. Baek I hope you know we really appreciate you💛

Tag(s): @wooya1224

Edit: Part 2

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pabosontheloose · 4 years ago

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Work For You (Baekhyun)

WC: 3.0k

TW: None? Neglect?

“Baby?” Baekhyun’s loud, cheerful voice rang throughout the apartment, the sound being followed by his shoes clunking on the floor as he took them off.

“I’m in the kitchen!” you called back, one hand still stirring the hot milk inside the pot while the other was turning off the heat. From behind, Baekhyun came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Immediately, his cologne filled the atmosphere, easing your shoulders as he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Hey Cutie, whatcha makin’?” he asked into your ear, eyes peering down at the pot that had steam emitting from it.

“Some hot chocolate, I figured you’d want some after a long day. Go sit.” you asked, to grab the two cups that were on the counter. You can hear the little claps of his hands behind you as he moved to sit on at the table. Unbeknownst to you as you were carefully pouring hot milk into two mugs, he was sitting with his cheek resting on his palm, eyes hooded and lips pulled into a smile that he couldn’t stop if he tried.

He was silently observing you move around. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched you simply place the pan into the sink and grab two spoons from the rack. When you turned around, he grinned and reached out to grab one of the two mugs in your hands so you can settle down on the chair next to him.

“How was the studio?” you asked. Your legs came up to cross themselves under the table, carefully blowing on your beverage to cool it down. He went to stir the chocolate in his cup before looking at you.

“We’re planning on recording a new solo album. We sampled a few sounds today. At some point Chanyeol came in to help out. My ass is so sore from sitting all day.” he whined a little, lips pulled out into a small pout before he carefully took a sip.

“Oh a new album? That’s so exciting! What’s it about?” you asked, leaning in. He made a motion of zipping his lips and locking it with a smile, shaking his head.

“I can’t leak that information baby, tsk tsk, you should know better than that. Let’s go cuddle on the couch.” he went to stand up and followed you to the living room where the two of you turned on the TV and set it onto a random show. Although neither of you were paying any attention as little kisses were stolen from time to time during the conversations that were had.

_______________

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Baby do u think u can bring some lunch to the studio today?

- Manager is having all of us stay late today

- And i wanna see your pretty face before it gets dark outside 😍

From: You

- You’re just using me for my incredibly amazing cooking at this point 🙄

- But sure

- What do u want to eat?

- Also im bringing u a salad

- Bc whenever u prepare for a new album u keep saying u need to stay in shape for the performances

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Anything would be fine

- No cucumbers in the salad tho pls

- AND NO

- im not dating u bc of your cooking

- Its bc of your 🍑

- 😜

From: You

- extra cucumbers in the salad got it

- see you in a little bit!

When you arrived at the building, security allowed you to go in and the receptionist directed you to the room that Baekhyun was working in. When you arrive at the door, you can faintly hear the music lulling in the room. The rhythm of it was soothing and you were just tempted to open the door and listen but you knew he was excited for this album, so your knuckles came up to the door and knocked.

Immediately, the music was turned off and you can hear someone getting up and rushing to the door.

Baekhyun’s face lit up once he saw you and urged you into the room, giving your cheek a lingering peck. You greeted his manager who was sitting on the couch going through some of the music sheets. He got up and greeted you back then headed towards the door, saying he needed to go talk to someone regarding the tune of the song and lyrics.

You settled the bag onto his desk as the two of you sat down. He immediately went to grab the utensils before chowing down.

He, as he said, came home late that night but you didn’t mind. He did let you know about it anyway, so you were able to sleep soundly knowing he was working hard for his fans.

Several days after that were just the same. He was held back until around the same time as last night, but you had nothing to worry, he sent you a message to let you know. When he came home, he answered your conversation pieces with little hums here and there to let you know he was listening, but you knew he was tired. The shine in his eyes wasn't as bright as before. So, you found a way to fizzle out the conversation by saying you were going to brush your teeth for the night. When you came out of the bathroom, he was already knocked out on the bed. It was endearing to see him curled up, one arm stretched out to where your side was. You carefully slid next to him and could feel his hand grab onto your side as tightly as it could in its subconscious state.

This cycle continued until the “I’m going to be home late” messages stopped altogether. You just went about your day working and then cleaning the apartment before shooting him a couple of messages asking if he wanted you to bring anything so he stays healthy. He responded to the ones he could and then it was just you for the rest of the evening. No message from him about when he was able to come home.

This continued onto the next day.

And the next.

At some point, your inbox was just a string of messages from you, and a few responses here and there. But it didn’t discourage you from worrying about him. The way the door of the apartment opened later later during the night, the way he’d silently peck your cheek before moving onto the shared bed and immediately falling asleep, the way the bags under his eyes slowly got more and more prominent; Noticing all of that, and more, made you uneasy. Your brain was throwing up signals to talk to him, reach out to his members, anything to make sure that he was eating well and taking breaks.

Your messages were always read by him, but never replied to. The meals you left in the microwave for him stayed untouched and on better days they were eaten but not entirely.

This is okay, he’s going to be okay, just a few more weeks until he finalizes the album. Just a few more weeks until he’s able to come home early. Just a few more weeks until he can be in your arms again. You deal with this even if it’s difficult because you care for him so much.

You tried to ignore the loud silence of the apartment with him being gone for so long. Even the noise from the TV didn’t block out how alone you feel. You’re staring at it but the show isn’t registering, too deep in your thoughts, too tired yet unable to fall asleep until you know he’s home safe.

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Yes, you realized that he hadn’t invited you to the building, but after several weeks of not letting you know if he’s okay or if he’s been taking care of himself, you had to see for yourself. You’ve had enough of feeling his back against your own during the few hours of sleep he got when he came home, enough of sleepily watching his figure leave the apartment in the early mornings.

And it was a good day today; your design was chosen at the company you work for which was going to take your position to a new step. Also you were the 100th customer at a new coffee shop close to the apartment, so they gave you an extra cup of coffee and pastry on the house. You wanted to share the news with Baekhyun, so why not drop in to see him.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” was the first question that left his mouth when he saw you, eyes widening a little bit to make sure he was seeing right. His hair was all messy (you suspected from running his hair through it while trying to figure something out with the songs and schedule but you didn’t comment on it) and he looked a bit irritated. Your head tilted to the side in question as he looked over your form standing in front of him.

“I just wanted to drop by to see if you were okay. We haven’t had some time for ourselves in a while, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” you gave him a smile. One that would usually have him melting just at the sight of it.

But he didn’t melt. Not today at least. All he could think of was that the song had to come out perfectly and your presence here was at such an inconvenient time.

“(Y/n) we haven’t had time because I’ve been busy. I’ve told you this. I can’t make a mistake on this song, okay? Please go home, I’ll be back later.” he tried to brush you off and went to shut the door but you stopped it with your elbow, causing him to look back at you.

“What time?” you questioned, keeping your voice leveled. You weren’t mad at him, but a little bit in disbelief. Here you were trying to make sure he was okay, (clearly he wasn’t since he looked exhausted as hell) and he was trying to push you away.

“What?”

“What time will you be home?”

“God, I don’t know (Y/n). Late. Please don’t wait up for me.” he sighed, scratching his temple in frustration. The action causes you to sigh too before finding the words to speak up.

“I just wanted to make sure this album wasn’t destroying your health.” you mumbled, your words not coming out as strong as you had hoped it would. He narrowed his eyes at how you phrased your sentence.

“No. The album has to be great. It has to be up to my standards. And right now, it’s still missing something. I was just about to figure it out until you interrupted. Please go home. We can talk about this later.” he replied. You let out another hard sigh before lifting your hands and giving him the coffee and pastry that you got.

“Here. I got a free order earlier and I wanted you to eat something since it didn’t seem like you were eating much at home. I’ll see you later.” you grumbled as he took the food. When he did, you quickly turned around and headed towards the elevator. Just before the doors closed, you could see him still standing at the door, staring at you, as if something clicked in his head.

You didn’t see him attempt to take a step towards the elevator too but his manager called him back into the room to finalize the lyrics. As he sat down, he opened the paper bag to see his favorite little pastry cake, and noted on the details of the cup that you got his order just right.

It was as if something knocked him on the head for him to finally understand the position he left you in for the past several weeks. He finally got a clear look in the mirror to see how dark the bags on his eyes had gotten and how his hands slightly shook when he set an alarm for 6PM on his phone under the note “Go home to my Baby”. That day he ordered a good meal during lunch, ate it all, and the thought of coming home to you gave him the drive to complete the lyrics before he was rushing to get to his car at 5:45.

Even if he knew he was in trouble, he still found the shocked look on your face amusing (and really cute but that’s for another day when you’re not passively mad at him) when he came through the door an hour later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other carried a bag of take-out.

“Okay, I’m not home as late as I said I was going to be, but, I got us food.” he held up the bag, and with a smile, “And this, for you.” he held out the bouquet. You got off the couch to grab the flowers to place in a vase as he sets the bag down onto the coffee table.

The silence radiation off of you made him nervously chuckle.

“Good news, I finally nailed the song. It’s at Baekhyun standards now. Now we only have to worry about the scheduling for after it’s released but that shouldn’t be a problem.” he tried to cool you off with a few laughs here and there but when you gave nothing back, he started to worry.

“Baby?” he began, “I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier. I realized I was an asshole the moment that elevator door closed.”

“Baekhyun, that’s not the point. The point is that you got so far into your work that you start to neglect everything around you and yourself.” you finally let out after all the weeks of keeping it in for the sake of his work. He silently stared at you, the look in his eyes made you want to engulf him in the tightest hug but you held yourself strong.

“I love you but it was just so hard to see you work yourself so much for this particular album.” you sighed. You don’t notice it but the corner of his lips slightly curled up into a smile as your sentence reminded him of why he worked so hard.

“I haven’t seen you tire yourself out so much before and I was truly scared that you might pass out from the lack of sleep. What makes it so different from the other albums? It’s going to turn out so great because it’s you who made it and your amazing fans will give it the recognition it deserves and why are you smiling when I’m trying to be serious?” you asked him, voice exasperated from trying to keep your thoughts straight but seeing that smile on his face brought back the warmth within yourself.

“(Y/n), I was gonna keep it a surprise for when the album releases, but now is a good time too…” he started off, grabbing your hands and immediately intertwining with your fingers as a way to start his apology. Your eyes looked up into his in anticipation, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

“I dedicated the new album to you.” the little grin that graced his face after he said that made your heart drop.

“What?” you managed to work out, feeling mist start over your eyes as you waited for him to confirm his sentence.

“The new album that I’ve been working on...it’s dedicated to you. I’m really sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention and love you deserved. I was too focused on trying to make the song perfect so that you’d love it. But in the process of trying to make you feel appreciated through a song, I forgot to appreciate you in real life.” his voice slowly died down towards the end of his sentence. He was going to continue but before he could you launched yourself at him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The little sniffles he heard was enough to let him know that he was forgiven and he quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, holding you closer than before.

“I’m sorry I got upset, I-”

“No baby, you don’t have to apologize at all. You’ve been trying to take care of me all this time and I took that for granted. From this point on, I’m going to give back to you as much as you give to me.” he was planting kisses on your forehead as he spoke, making sure you understood him as he spoke softly to you.

Sometime during this intimate moment, he had brought the two of you to settle down on the couch. He held you by your waist on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you were still hugging him with your face to his chest.

“Since we’re here now, is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Love?” he asked once you pulled away to look at him. One of his pretty hands came up to caress your flushed cheek, resting his thumb there for a second longer, further adding onto the intimate moment you two were in.

“Can I hear the song?” you asked, eyes batting in hope that he’d give you a small version of it but he only chuckled, the other hand squeezing your side as he shook his head.

“Oh baby…of all the things in this world that I can give you, the song is the one you’ll have to wait for.”

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seihun · 4 years ago

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can i be your boyfriend? — a bbh social media au

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ϟ pairings: byun baekhyun + oc:reader

ϟ word count: not too long, hopefully, because this is supposed to be a social media au (2.6k)

ϟ notes: hello! look at me, writing things out on this fake text blog, and updating before midnight. i don’t usually do this, but somethings are better said in incoherent paragraphs than in screenshots, plus it’s hard to convey the in-between steps of a relationship through just texts, so i hope you enjoy this insight into their budding relationship 🤗 more notes at the end!!

MONDAY.

“How exactly is it that you started working at Buzzfeed?” you question, reaching over a pillow to dip your bread in olive oil.

Baekhyun watches with amusement as you whine audibly when some runny oil drips from the bread onto your jeans. The indoor picnic he’d set up is pretty damn great if he does say so himself—blankets, pillows, and enough Italian food to feed a small army; and you, of course.

It’s another one of his many, many dates with you—or at least, he’s pretty certain they’ve been dates. Hearing you confirm that you like him was definitely a confidence booster, and reassuring, to say the least, but if Baekhyun’s being completely honest, he’s not sure where to go from here.

He likes you, he knows that much. He likes you a lot; a lot, a lot—(“You’re halfway in love with her, call it what it is,” Minseok said, before getting his ear pinched by Maize)—and he definitely loves spending time with you, and if you asked him, he’d say you’re dating casually, but would you agree?

It’s not like he would know, this is his first serious sort-of-relationship, after all. Baekhyun was never exactly the most suave kid back in high school; more clumsy and awkward than anything with anyone who wasn’t Kyungsoo. He’s not a complete novice; he’s been on dates, gone out, even had a few one night stands in his freshman year, but nothing close to this—whatever it is he has with you—so sue him for basically winging everything for these past two months.

“Honestly,” he recounts, “I did what you did. I complained publicly about one of their posts, and someone DMed, and eventually offered me a job, and here I am.”

“Wait, that’s not fair!” you whine, “Nobody wanted to pay me for my complaint tweets!”

“Well you should have tagged the VP of the company, not me.”

Baekhyun laughs while you pout, toothy smile diminishes into a closed lip one, as his eyes glaze over and flutter between your eyes and your lips. He finds himself leaning in after you, a nervous kind of excitement taking over him as you grow closer. And it’s just barely after his lips have grazed yours that you’re both interrupted by the buzzing and ringing of a cellphone.

You seem to know that it’s your phone, if the crinkling of your eyebrows and embarrassed exhale are anything to go by. Baekhyun simply chuckles, gently presses his index finger to the tip of your nose, and pulls away with a smile.

He watches you fetch your phone, and reluctantly answer the call—which, appears to be a FaceTime judging by the noise and the distance with which you hold your phone from your face.

“Chanyeol, if you’re trying to let Sehun win best friend of the year, you’re succeeding,” are your first words, and Baekhyun can’t help the audible laughter that leaves his mouth.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by you, or Chanyeol. “Who’s laughing, are you—is it the Buzzfeed boy? Oh, is this is a date? Baekhyun are you listening! Hello! My name’s Chanyeol, and I’m—”

“I’m going to hang up on you, what do you want!” you hiss.

Baekhyun finds himself smiling throughout the rest of your conversation. He likes that you’re comfortable enough to answer Chanyeol in front of him; he thinks that if Maize or Kyungsoo or Minseok called him, he’d pick it up in front of too. He’s not too sure about Junmyeon, though, he’s more likely to embarrass him.

Baekhyun hopes he can stick around long enough to meet the rest of your friends—from what you’ve told him about them, they sound like just the kind of people he likes having around. And after hearing how long you’ve been friends with them, namely Sehun, he finds himself even more understanding of your dynamics.

Not many people get just how deep a friendship can run, so when he tells people he’s known Kyungsoo for as long as Kyungsoo’s been alive, their reactions are surface level at best. But you get it, because Sehun is your Kyungsoo; or, rather, you’re Sehun’s Kyungsoo. Baekhyun shakes his head at the thought—the point is, you’re both similar in that respect, and he likes it. He likes you.

“Anyway,” he tunes back into to hear Chanyeol sighing, “I just wanted to let you know I burned the bear, so our apartment smells like smoke, which makes Sehun and I homeless for the evening, so we’re at your place, please bring dinner.”

“What do you mean you burned it! Chan—”

“You know, as in we lit it on fire. Sehun also wanted to throw it off the roof, but Chungha stopped him, so we just did it our living room, and now she’s being a meanie and saying she can’t help refuge us because she has a ‘group project’ meeting at her place in an hour, which I think is a lie. Baekhyun, if you’re still listening, I want you to know that I’m not a pyromaniac—”

“—Debatable—”

“I’m not. Anyways, bring food when you’re done flirting, Sehun and I are hungry, and Chungs is leaving us foodless, as per usual.”

“Then buy food.”

“Do I look rich to you?”

“Yes, actually—”

“Hyung—oh, hey, is that _____?” Sehun’s voice asks, “Hey, Chanyeol finished the gummy worms, can you—”

“I’m hanging up!”

Baekhyun watches with light in his eyes as you hurriedly end the call, then sheepishly turn back to him. “I am… so sorry they’re like this,” you apologize, putting your phone back face down on the blanket and composing yourself.

Baekhyun shakes his head, “Don’t worry, my friends are much worse.”

“Your friends are smart,” you reason, “And quiet, and don’t break into my apartment at their earliest convenience.”

“Actually, Junmyeon has done that last one,” Baekhyun hums, scooting a bit closer to you, “Except, it wasn’t my apartment, he broke into Minseok’s. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for him.”

Baekhyun thinks the embarrassing anectode was worthwhile to hear you laugh, even if it was at Junmyeon’s expense. It’s fine, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“So, does Chanyeol normally light things on fire or was this a one time thing?”

“You’d be surprised by the amount of things he’s accidentally set on fire since I’ve known him, actually,” you laugh, “But no—well, you know the bear I told you about? The one, um, Jongin gave to me when I saw him on Sunday?”

Baekhyun nods. Of course.

“Well, I also told my idiot friends about it, and that’s what Chanyeol burned,” you tell him. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh, but the temptation is written all over his face—or, evidently, so, as you chime in with, “It’s okay, you can laugh.”

Thank god, because Baekhyun wasn’t sure he could keep a straight face (or hide his blatant happiness). He decides right there that he likes Chanyeol. You have good friends.

Admittedly, after hearing you tell him about your history with Jongin as both a friend and a boyfriend, Baekhyun can’t say that he’s exactly fond of the guy. Junmyeon tells him to never judge a book by its cover, but seeing as you gave him the summary, he thinks he can fairly conclude that Jongin isn’t… the best person in the world. And the way he treated you and your friends is enough to make Baekhyun weary about him as a person.

Still, Baekhyun doesn’t judge you for talking to him. He’s not exactly jealous; he’s confident in your feelings for him and his for you, and above all, he trusts that you’re being honest with him. Quite frankly, Baekhyun doesn’t consider your ex boyfriend to be a threat.

Baekhyun knows you clearly just want to be a good friend, or at the very least, a good person to Jongin; and after knowing him for almost a decade—even if things got a bit bumpy—Baekhyun thinks you’re more than justified in that. You clearly see something in Jongin that you think can be helped, and Baekhyun trusts your judgement; you did pick him, too, after all.

Does he like that Jongin gives you gifts, and is very clearly still into you even tho you can’t see it, and don’t want any part in it? No, not exactly. But, on the bright side, Baekhyun’s the one that has your attention, and that counts for more than something.

(Not to mention you have a couple of guys who are both rooting for him and willing to beat up your ex at moments notice, so, he’d say he’s in a pretty good boat).

The only thing Jongin has ever had that Baekhyun wants is the opportunity to call you his. But he thinks he’s getting there. Hopefully. Is it weird to ask the ex of the girl you’re interested in how he got her to be his girlfriend in the first place? Do you even want to be his girlfriend? He hopes so.

He doesn’t know if sharing cheese and crackers and pasta and bread is any indication that you want to be his girlfriend, but he’d like to think it is. Because that’s what the next half hour consists of—you and Baekhyun, sharing food over smiles and stories and endless laughter.

Baekhyun finds himself laughing so hard at a story you tell him about Chanyeol and Chungha pranking Sehun, that he might as well be laughing over you. His hand ends up on your shoulder in his fit of giggles, and yours just barely above his knee. Neither of you comment on it, but you don’t pull away, either.

He’s about to chip in with a story about his childhood self, when he’s interrupted by notification noises again. Baekhyun grins at your exasperated exhale and tightly closed eyes. “It’s fine, they’ll be fine,” you tell him, silencing the ringer, and turning back to him in an attempt to continue your conversation.

Baekhyun’s about to tell you that it’s okay, that you should check your phone in case it’s an emergency or something, but he doesn’t have to; because it starts buzzing again and again and again and eventually is back to ringing.

“Answer it,” Baekhyun smiles, “Seriously, I wouldn’t want you to have to face Sehun’s wrath for ignoring him.”

It’s silent for a minute, while you scroll through your messages, and thumb a response. Baekhyun watches as your expression changes from annoyed, to vaguely amused, to concerned, to borderline unhappy. It makes his own eyebrows draw together when he sees the frown start to form on your lips.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh… I don’t think so,” you sigh, locking the screen and looking up at him, “I think I gotta head home, Sehun might have broken smoke detector and Chanyeol got… something stuck to the ceiling trying to fix it.”

Baekhyun can’t help the laugh that escapes him. You have really good friends.

“Fuck, Baek, I’m so sorry, this is—you did all of this, and my idiot friends—”

Baekhyun takes one of your flailing hands into his, effectively calming your stature and forcing to you make eye contact with him. “Hey, it’s fine, I promise,” he reassures you, “Really, it’s okay. If I got stuck to the ceiling I would hope Kyungsoo would come rescue me, too.”

“You don’t have to say that just because—”

“I’m not just saying anything,” he laughs through his words because the look on your face is nothing short of adorable, “I mean it. I had fun on our—I, I had fun, today. It’s fine, really, I promise.”

And so, you smile, demeanor significantly calmer, “I… should call a car,” you tell him, his eyes traveling down your enveloped hands, which he releases slowly, embarrassed; but then you grin again, tapping away at your phone, “I had fun on our date, too, Baekhyun.”

(So these were dates! Nice, cool, cool, keep it cool. He doesn’t; he grins like a blushing fool).

Baekhyun helps you gather your things, and moves the food around so that neither of you step on it; walks you to the door when your car says it’s arriving shortly. He waits with you on the doorstep, pretending to look out for a white sonata, when he’s really stealing glances at you through your small talk.

“Would you, uh… I mean, you’re probably already going, so,” you cut yourself off with slow exhale, turning your body towards his, “There’s this showcase, presentation type thing, for some students to, uh, present about their research coming up soon. You might already know about it, since Kyungsoo is giving one about his summer internship, I think—and it might be a little boring, and that you’re not a science guy, so it’s okay if you don’t want to—”

Baekhyun cuts you off by calling your name, a wide smile playing on his lips. “I’d love to go,” he tells you, earnestly, “I was going to go, to see Soo anyway, but I wanna support my new favorite biochem student, too.”

“Really?” You reach out and grab his hand, an action that almost seems lost on your in your flurry of excitement or flattery—or both—but, not on Baekhyun, whose palm suddenly feels warm. You must have been able to tell you flustered him, because your eyes widen, looking down at your hands, then promptly pulling them away.

“You, I mean, I want you to come, but only if you want—”

Baekhyun doesn’t know what moves him to take a leap, step a little more into your space, and take both of your hands in his with unwavering intention, but he’s glad for it; because you don’t pull away, and the look you give him kind of makes him never want to look away.

“I want to go,” he says slowly, dipping his head down the slightest, close enough to see the rings of your irises, even in the dim lighting of his porch, “I want to be there for you.”

There’s an almost inaudible “okay,” that leaves your lips, the letters rolling off your tongue with a shy smile that Baekhyun finds himself mimicking. His eyes flutter away, just for a moment, to your hands, then back to your face, before he slowly lets them go, only to rest them against your jaw again.

Baekhyun might be using the “taking things slow” mantra as an excuse for his complete lack of experience on how to navigate a real relationship, but this, right here, he’s sure of. That he likes you, that he wants you, that he—

“Can… can I kiss you?” he asks, just above a whisper.

His eyes are frantic, looking for an answer in yours, but instead he gets them from your lips; a soft, “Yes,” accompanied by a softer nod that Baekhyun would have missed if not for having your head in his hands.

When he leans forward, you meet him halfway, lips pursed together—and Baekhyun thinks that, yeah, if being in a relationship with you meant he got to do this, all day, then he would have to figure out how to be your boyfriend sooner, rather than later.

One kiss turns into two, then three, then four with smiles, and giggles in-between, and the only thing that seems to pull you away from each other is the honking of a car horn. Flustered, Baekhyun lowers his hand, bites on his bottom lip as you fumble to check the license plates on the car to those on your phone.

“I think that’s my car,” you tell him, and maybe it’s wishful thinking, but he swears there’s slightest twinge of disappointment in your voice, too, “I—I had fun, Baek, really. So, thank you, again.”

“Me too,” he says, words on autopilot, brain still stuck in the moment before.

He smiles, daystruck as he walks you to the curb, before you cross the street. He’s about to wish you well again, before you turn to him, and give him the smallest, barely there peck on the lips.

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.”

He doesn’t even know if he responds audibly, he’s processing you in fragments, watching your silhouette as you cross the street, and head into the backseat of the car. He swears he catches the smallest wave from you through the window, but for all he knows that could have been his imagination.

Your goodnight kiss lingers on his lips, on his mind, and it’s only when he’s back inside that he lets himself break out into the foolish grin he’s been hiding all night. He’s going to have to figure out how to do that boyfriend-girlfriend thing. As soon as possible.

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ϟ more notes: more smoochies!! they have kissed a few times (maybe once or twice) since their first kiss a few parts ago, but i had no way of showing that to you guys so here you go!! they’re in a weird stage where they kiss each other goodbye and go on dates and like each other but it’s not exactly... dating?

i hope this gives some insight into baekhyun’s thoughts, as well. some things are harder to get across through just texts, but i wanted to show his feelings beyond his overexcited, adorable messages 🥺 he’s still a whole babie, but he has complex thoughts!!

i’ll finish rambling now, but there is an intended part 15C (which I know, sounds like it should just be part 16 at this point, but in a perfect world, I’d have been able to fit everything into one post but i digress). maybe it’ll be part 16 anyway, but it’ll likely include some writing because the xiuchen drama is back!! 🤗

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anotherkpopvictim · 4 years ago

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Into a New World (Through the Gate) - BTS OT7 Fantasy Story Chapter 4

(Pic source ((it’s kinda just all over google images tho)))

A/N: This chapter is out a bit later than I’d hoped but I got caught up in stuff. Ya know how it is.

Enjoy!!

Relationship: BTS X BTS

Rating: T

Words: 3428

Hurt/comfort, fluff, fantasy

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Chapter 4: Feeling and Healing

Worldbuilding Note on Witches: Witches may just be the most complex supernatural creatures in all the worlds. What makes them special is that they were not around when the universe was created, while all other creatures were. Even vampires, only created by turning humans, had a group of Originals that were first created by the universe. On the other hand, witches were humans who taught themselves the art of magic used predominantly by fairies, demons, and jinns. It wasn’t an easy task to learn magic by any means, and the truth was that most who tried ended up failing to do more than a simple spell. The few that could grasp the art of magic had the ability to become one of the most powerful creatures of all the worlds and live thousands of years.

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Namjoon fled the guest bedroom, Seokjin following only a few steps behind, leaving the other five in the sudden silence. The alpha were-shifter had ripped his arms out of the two vampires' grips, and Jungkook was looking after him with guilt in his eyes and a trembling lower lip.

Yoongi sighed and ruffled the younger vampire’s wavy locks. “Don’t worry about your Namjoon-hyung, he’ll come around.”

Jungkook didn’t reply, his gaze only falling to the ground and his eyebrows pinching together.

“I’m not manipulating you,” Hoseok spoke up, his voice rather sad. The four packmates turned to watch him struggle to sit up in the bed. He was a bit shaken up from the shapeshifter’s hostile behavior, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. “I swear I’m not.”

Jimin hurried over to urge the other fairy to lay back down along with Taehyung. “I believe you, Hoseok-ssi. Your aura is too kind to be manipulative. Namjoon-hyung just has some trust issues.”

“I don’t know how to prove it to you,” the orange fairy continued.

Hoseok continued to mumble but no one could make out exactly what he was saying anymore as his eyelids drooped and his body relaxed back against the pillows once more.

Taehyung ran a hand through the older man’s bright orange locks. “Sleep now, Hoseok-ssi. You need rest.”

The fairy was unconscious before he even finished the sentence.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi began softly, taking charge of the situation. “Since Seokjin-hyung is busy at the moment, why don’t you and Jungkook make us some easy dinner, yeah? I’ll help Taehyung tend to Hoseok.”

The pink fairy wanted to argue, wanted to stay, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything for Hoseok, at least not at the moment. So, Jimin instead nodded his head and stood up from the edge of the mattress, making his way over to the two vampires still hovering in the middle of the room. Jimin reached out and grasped one of Jungkook’s hands with his small one, guiding the quiet vampire out the door with him.

True to his word, Yoongi followed Taehyung to his workroom on the first floor, greeting the rather large wolf that laid casually on a large, fluffy dog bed in one of the corners.

Eunji was Taehyung’s familiar. Not all witches had familiars as it was difficult to come across an animal that shared a similar magic aura. Eunji was an absolutely gorgeous creature. She was a grey wolf, her coat the obvious color of grey, but tinted with a hint of warm brown. Her eyes were a shimmering gold color that was always piercing. Despite being around the familiar for years now, Yoongi still felt a shiver go down his spine every time their eyes locked. (Eunji) Nevertheless, Eunji was tamed by her connection with the witch, and now really saw the rest of the pack as her family.

The creature watched lazily as the vampire assisted Taehyung in concocting some sort of energy elixir. While the tea they had given Hoseok earlier acted like a caffeine boost, this potion would be much more powerful and suited to the fairy’s drastic state.

Yoongi basically just listened to the witch rattle off different ingredients for him to grab off of the shelf. Besides that, the two of them were pretty silent as Taehyung brewed the potion in a small cauldron on the stove. It bubbled a bright blue and green.

Yoongi would never, despite seeing it time and time again, understand how the potions came to be. To him, it just looked like different ingredients going into a pot, but somehow created a drink that had magical properties. Taehyung had laughed at him the one time he mentioned it, telling the older that the process of brewing involved adding the witch’s own power. Unlike other forms of magic that were practiced by multiple species, potions were unique to witches only.

After a few minutes of silence and stirring, Taehyung moved the cauldron off of the burner, turned it off, and ladled some of the contents into a mug.

“Take this to Hoseok-ssi and try to get him to drink at least half of it,” Taehyung ordered, handing over the mug full of the blue-green potion. “With how bad things were, this won’t keep him going for long so I’m going to contact a few friends right away, try to find someone who might be able to help.”

Yoongi simply nodded and moved to head out the door. He only stopped when he heard a quiet “hyung?” behind him. The younger man was looking at him as though trying to decipher his thoughts.

“Namjoon’s not the only one with trust issues,” Taehyung pointed out. “Do you think he’s manipulating us, too?”

The vampire turned fully back to the other. “No, I don’t,” he replied honestly. “For some reason...there’s something about him that makes me believe him.”

Nodding and humming in agreement, Taehyung moved over from the stove to the computer desk on the other side of the room. “I think so, too.”

They left it simply at that, Taehyung starting up the laptop and Yoongi heading back to the guest room.

Yoongi managed to urge the orange fairy to half-consciousness, enough to get him to drink most of the elixir that had cooled down enough by now. He couldn’t help but fluff the pillow and tuck the newcomer into his bed once he was finished.

The vampire sighed at his own actions before he took his leave once more, heading down to the kitchen to check up on the two cooking dinner.

Jimin was humming softly under his breath as he tended to the meat sizzling in a frying pan. Jungkook was preparing several kinds of vegetables and rice at the island in the center of the kitchen, pouting as he appeared to be lost in his own thoughts. He didn’t even look up to greet the older vampire when he usually approached him like an excited puppy.

“He’s fine,” Jimin told him as he glanced over, “I think he’s just really processing what he did wrong today.”

“Well, it definitely wasn’t the best idea to bring a stranger home,” Yoongi replied. “He’s still so young, though. I don’t want him to be so hard on himself.”

“Gods, you’re such a softie under that stone-cold exterior of yours,” the pink fairy teased.

Yoongi hummed and strutted over to stand behind Jimin, his arms wrapping around the younger one. “Only for my pack mates.” He sealed the words with a press of his lips to Jimin’s nape.

Footsteps came down from upstairs and the two at the stove looked up to see Namjoon and Seokjin walking into the kitchen, hand in hand. Namjoon had been visibly calmed down from earlier, no doubt in part to Seokjin’s “omega magic” as he called it. Now, the alpha looked more tired and deep in thought.

Namjoon was guided to sit down on one of the tall island stools by Seokjin, next to Jungkook, who had finished preparing his part of the dinner and moved over there. Next to each other, their expressions were identical. Both were so caught up in their heads that they barely recognized the world around them.

Seokjin picked up the bowl of vegetables that Jungkook had chopped up and brought it over to the stove where the other two still stood. “Is it about time to add these?” he asked Jimin.

The fairy nodded and took the bowl from him with a thankful smile. As the vegetables and meat finished up cooking, the vampire draped over his back didn’t bother to move.

“How are you feeling about all of this, Seokjin-hyung?” Jimin questioned.

The omega huffed out a laugh. “I’m fine. How about you, my lovely, ever-caring fairy?”

“I’m good.”

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Taehyung huffed out a frustrated breath.

Witches weren’t common amongst any world, so trying to track down someone who even knew one was difficult. Of course, there were the rather famous witches whose name was widespread for one shocking action or another, but there were also those who kept to themselves and did things silently. Those were the ones Taehyung was on the lookout for.

Online forums discussing encounters with different, rather unknown witches gave Taehyung half a dozen leads that trailed to dead ends after hours of searching. The first few acquaintances he contacted were unfortunately not of any help either. He was frustrated with the lack of progress, but his sheer determination to help Hoseok overshadowed any other emotion.

“I’m not sure where to go from here,” he conveyed to his friend, Baekhyun, over the phone. He knew that the older man was quite a busy person with his own pack, so he hadn’t wanted to call him unless he really needed to. Now at his wit's end, Taehyung hoped that his old friend might be able to give him a few names.

The two witches had met when Taehyung was still in his earlier years of learning magic. Baekhyun had taken him under his wing in a way different to any mentor Taehyung had had before. Instead of the usual firm, teacher-like attitude, the older male had approached him as a friend and became somewhat of a family to the younger for many years. By his side, Taehyung had learned more about magic and about who he himself was as a witch and a person. Baekhyun was undoubtedly the most influential figure in Taehyung’s sixty-seven years of existence.

“That’s a tough one,” Baekhyun replied. “Curses like that are nearly impossible to reverse.”

“I know, but I can’t just leave him to die without doing everything I can to help him.”

The older witch chuckled, “We lived together for fifteen years, trust me when I say I know that you would go to the ends of the universe to help someone in need.”

“My other mentors told me that it would be my downfall,” Taehyung stated as he ran his hand absentmindedly through the soft fur on Eunji’s back. At some point over the last few hours, she had made her way over and sat next to him, occasionally nudging him in encouragement. “They said that I care too much. That I can’t help everyone.”

“But you already know that,” Baekhyun added knowingly. “You know that perhaps better than anyone.”

The younger witch hummed, “Everyone has gone through hard times, Baekhyun. My past horrors are nothing special.”

With an audible sigh, Baekhyun changed the subject, knowing from experience that trying to argue about that with Taehyung led nowhere. “I think I might have a lead for you, but don’t get your hopes up too high.”

Despite himself, Taehyung straightened up in his seat in anticipation. “I won’t,” he lied, “Just tell me.

“You’ve heard of the Dragon?”

Taehyung scoffed, “Of course I have. Every witch in South Korea knows that name. But he’s just a myth at this point really.”

“Not necessarily,” Baekhyun corrected. “I admit that I thought he was only a myth most of my life until I met someone a few years ago who told me about a very interesting encounter he had with the Dragon.”

“And you believe them?”

“Choi Minho,” the older witch started into the story. “He’s a bit older than me. One night we were having drinks together and he told me about his encounter with the Dragon. He didn’t give me all of the details, but apparently, the Dragon helped him bring his familiar back from the brink of death.”

“That sounds insane,” Taehyung breathed out in awe, his fingers momentarily tightening on Eunji’s fur. The thought of losing his familiar was heartbreaking.

The wolf gave a quiet whine, sensing her witch’s emotions. Eunji leaned up and licked his cheek in gentle comfort.

“That’s what I was thinking at the time as well,” Baekhyun replied. “But I’ve known Minho for quite a while now, worked with him on many things, and he’s never given me a reason to doubt his word before.”

“And you think he could help me get in contact with the Dragon,” Taehyung asked.

“If anyone could reverse a curse like the one on your guest, it would be the greatest witch in all of South Korean history,” Baekhyun stated.

Taehyung hummed, “You’re not wrong there. I’m not entirely convinced but if you could give me this Choi Minho’s number, then that would be greatly appreciated.”

“Of course I can, and I understand your reservations about this, that’s why I told you not to get your hopes too high.”

“It sounds pretty far-fetched,” Taehyung admitted. “But I’ll take any lead I can get.”

“I’ll send you his number then,” Baekhyun promised. “But Taehyung, you sound tired, so go to sleep now and give him a call later.”

“Okay, yeah, I guess I should do that.” Taehyung let out an involuntary yawn. “Thanks, hyung.”

“No problem, Tae-ah. Let me know how it works out or if you need anything else.”

Once his phone was set down on the desk, Taehyung turned to lock eyes with his familiar. “I never would have thought that the Dragon could still possibly be alive, Eunji-ah,” he murmured to the animal.

The large grey wolf nudged at his thigh with her nose and then his calves, urging him to his feet. Go to sleep, Tae.

The witch smiled at the soft voice that appeared in his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

Taehyung chuckled as Eunji rolled her eyes and trotted back over to her bed in the corner, settling in for the night.

After checking in on their guest and assuring that his potion was working to elevate his magic energy, Taehyung walked into the bedroom he shared with his boyfriends. The witch, along with Jimin, had years ago created a large bed with their combined magic that defied physics and managed to fit all six of them on it (and a few more than that). Now, he found Jungkook, Jimin and Yoongi cuddled up on that very bed, limbs intertwined and fast asleep. Namjoon and Seokjin were noticeably missing from the bunch, so Taehyung guessed that they needed the night for themselves and slept on the futon in Namjoon’s office.

Taehyung changed out of his day clothes and into his pajamas, eyes drooping with the long hours he’d been awake. After cleaning up for the night in the bathroom, the witch slipped in behind Jungkook on the bed and wrapped his arms around him.

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The next time Hoseok rose from his unconsciousness, he could see daylight streaming in through the windows, the sun illuminating the room. His body felt heavy, his limbs tired, and his head was a bit cloudy.

Looking through the haze, a figure perched next to his bed captured his attention quickly.

The fairy expected one of the pack to be watching over him - Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin, or perhaps that kind witch, Taehyung - but he was shocked to find that it was the two shapeshifters seated in a chair next to his bed.

Hoseok blinked. He wanted to say something but his throat and mouth felt dry and sandpaper-like. Attempting to speak only caused him to emit a rough croak.

The omega - Seokjin, he remembered - sat up straighter upon seeing him awake. “Don’t speak just yet. Joon, grab the water for him.”

The alpha nearly tripped over his own feet to pick up the glass of water from the bedside table. “Here, here! Please drink-” The man then succeeded in tripping over his feet as he turned back around, the glass slipping out of his hand. Even with their shapeshifter reflexes, the alpha wasn’t able to catch it again in time. Surprisingly, it didn’t break into a million pieces as Hoseok expected but rather clattered around for a few moments before rolling to a stop.

No one was really paying attention to the glass, however, because the contents of the cup had been thrown in Seokjin’s face and the other two were preoccupied with the soaked omega.

Seokjin simply shut his eyes and sighed as water dripped from the ends of his bangs and streaked down his cheeks. Based on his reaction, the fairy could tell that this accident wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in the house.

Hoseok bit back the laugh that threatened to tear from his tired body. For such a big, bad alpha, Namjoon - he finally remembered his name - sure was clumsy.

“Oh, dear!” Namjoon exclaimed. “Sorry, hyung!”

The omega reopened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend fondly. “It’s alright, Joonie. This is why Taehyung and Jimin charmed all of our glasses to be shatter-proof.” Seokjin picked up the glass from the floor a few feet away and carefully held it out to the alpha. “Go refill this in the bathroom, and for the love of all beings, please, try not to spill it again.”

Though the words were gentle and fond, Namjoon looked thoroughly chastised as he took the glass and walked off to the en suite with his head down.

Seokjin smiled after him with heart eyes before turning back to the fairy. “Sorry about that. I must go get changed. But it is good to see you awake, Hoseok-ssi.”

The omega had barely left the room when the other returned, holding the glass cautiously with both hands and taking careful steps. Quite an amusing and cute sight, Hoseok thought. “Drink what you can, you must be thirsty.”

Hoseok took the glass from the shapeshifter with shaking but eager hands. The cool water quenched his parched throat and he downed the whole thing quickly.

“How are you feeling?” Namjoon asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

“Better,” he replied, voice much less croaky than before. “More alive.”

The alpha nodded, “The energy potion Taehyung made must be working alright, then.”

An awkward silence fell over the two, neither quite sure what to say.

“I need to apologize,” the shapeshifter blurted out rather suddenly. “Not just for dropping the water.”

The fairy opened his mouth to say something, but Namjoon stopped him with a raised hand.

“Please...I am so sorry for my accusations before,” he apologized, barely able to meet the bed-ridden man’s eyes. He appeared truly ashamed of his actions. “They were uncalled for, you haven’t done anything to threaten or hurt us. I...I overreacted and I’m very sorry.”

Hoseok let out a huff of breath in relief that Namjoon was warming up to him and gave the alpha a reassuring smile. “Apology accepted. I understand why you acted the way you did. I’m a stranger that’s invaded your nest.”

“That doesn’t excuse my harsh words,” Namjoon replied.

“Truly, Namjoon-ssi, if I had a pack, I would also be overprotective of them.”

The shapeshifter bit his lip and looked down. “There...there’s something more than that,” he admitted.

The fairy pursed his lips, “What do you mean?”

“You...you startled me,” Namjoon tried to explain, brows furrowing when the words didn’t come out exactly as he’d wanted. “The way that you made me feel...made my alpha feel...”

“Something bad?”

The shapeshifter shook his head, “At first, I thought so. But after I was able to think about it for a while and talk with Seokjin, no. Not something bad. Something good.”

Hoseok’s jaw dropped. It didn’t take a genius to see where this was going. “You mean like...like...”

“Like pack mates.”

“Pack mates?” Hoseok echoed.

“Pack mates,” Namjoon confirmed sheepishly.

“Pack mates,” the fairy repeated once more, a little dazed with the thought.

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A/N: Yes, I will address the fact that Taehyung’s familiar is an actual wolf while his two pack mates/boyfriends are wolf shifters. Just wait ;)

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baekhyyun · 5 years ago

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Accused Love | KNJ

» pairing: kim namjoon x reader (ft. lim jaebeom and byun baekhyun)

» genre: angst(???), cause it ain’t fluff children rn, sfw, mystery, stranger to semi-lovers

» rating: PG13

» word count: 3.3k

» Warnings: strong language, the lack of namjoon's name being used, jaebeom and baekhyun got more screen time than the damn main character i’m sorry

a / n: THIS IS ACTUALLY A NAMJOON FIC JGSKVSDS , even tho i mention his name like 5 times (ITS NOW 8) throughout the whole this fic (!!!!!) , this is also my first full fic so bare with my shitty writing and it's debuting after 5000 years. This beauty is apart of the Luv Library Project under the mystery category! There will be more than one part !!!! I wanted to post something before we got to the good part jfksnkvjdfkj. Thank you to everyone who has helped me and encouraged me with this fic!

Special thanks to @jungtaeyoongles for being there with me from the beginning, bouncing ideas off with, helping me plan this whole story and beta reading as well! Thank you to @meowxyoong for bouncing ideas with me too! Thank you to @thinksshesawolf and @ dee-ehn for beta reading this mess and clowning me in the process. We know who the real main character is in this fic.

The night sky was pitch-black, making the stars shine bright like diamonds against the darkness. Being located in the heart of Seoul, the stars shined brighter than the lights hopping off all of the tall buildings in the quiet, busy city. Jaebeom, one of the many infamous mafia leaders in South Korea, found himself waiting in the night for his next crime. Being the head meant sending someone under him to do the crime itself without getting his hands dirty. Yet with bad timing, he was out of luck for the night. All of his men found themselves in different missions committing different sins to bring in the money that the head wanted.

After becoming the head boss, he stopped going out and living life to protect his own, his hands never touching anything besides the gun strapped to his chest hidden from the public eye or the money that was earned by his henchmen. He felt like he was on top of the world again after being away from the scene for so long. Jaebeom, believing his skills were rusty, turned to money laundering to build up his skillset again. Oh, was he wrong.

He was on a hot streak and subsequently oozed cockiness from each movement he made. Every step Jaebeom took felt like pure muscle memory. He was a greedy man that wanted money. Money made the world go round. You could buy anything and anyone with a couple of hundred-dollar bills. The man had an insatiable desire for money. $100,000 was not enough to sustain his need for money. He wanted more. He wanted $500,000. It felt right to him. Not bothering to double-check his work, he just went for it as his life depended on it.

Never in a million years, would he have thought that he would be wiring money from a gaming company. Tencent, one of the largest Asian companies and known worldwide, did not scare him. He felt that this job was easy. Getting access to this place was a piece of cake, he thought. His charming personality is what got him the keys to the records room, housing every transaction that the company has ever made.

Jaebeom thought everything was going smoothly, but he could not be more wrong. After being here for three hours wiring this money, he realized that he made a rookie mistake. How could he use his ID card to get access to the files? Why did he not use his boss's card to open up the files? All these questions went through his head at lightning speed that caused his heart to start racing, he felt like his ears were going to burst from the sound of his own heart. The world around him was crashing down at a fast pace that he had to think of something fast.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jaebeom hissed to himself. How could I be so reckless? I can't let myself get caught over this shit. I gotta get out of here!"

His senses went haywire where he couldn't think straight. Getting caught in this building around this time was the least of his worries. He needed out and that's what he was trying to do with his mind racing.

As the clock ticked, Jaebeom rushed out the building to his car that was parked 5 blocks down the road. His only thought was to find a solution to this shit show that he had created the minute he walked in that building. His luck ran out.

"Fuck me, man!" he continued to tell himself while running as fast as he could.

"T-this is the o-one that f-fucks me o-over, and it's the simplest-t s-shit that gets me," he stuttered trying to control his breathing.

Relief washed over him as he spotted his car hidden behind a dumpster. He still wasn't out of the clear. Slowing his pace down, a new thought popped in his head: should he have called someone to help him out? He thought it was best, but he didn't want to feel embarrassed at the thought of his underlings catching a whiff of the mess he created doing a simple job. He was the mafia boss for crying out loud. Making a mistake was out of the question, getting help was out as well. The more he thought of calling someone the more he got frustrated with the idea.

The car roared to life, one hand reached the gear shift and set the car in reverse then back to drive. Hitting the gas pedal, he drove off with nothing but a dust cloud left behind. For being a mafia boss, he sure is fucking stupid, never once did he think that he would be making a mistake like that.

Reaching a red light at an intersection, he noticed that the city was waking up to begin their day. He only had a couple of hours to come up with a solid cover story until he was supposed to show up at work again. Looking out the window he noticed the cars pass by; one car caught his attention. He thought this was his chance that he couldn't miss. It was a perfect idea from his point of view. Framing someone else was a bit of a bitch move but if he got out the clear, fuck, he would do it a thousand times over.

He thought that using his rival would get rid of him for good so that he could be number one and rule Seoul from behind the scenes. Having everyone shirk in fear brought such joy to Jaebeom that he needs to go through with this plan. Becoming power-hungry made him crazy. He was thirsty for it and was going to do anything to get it.

Realizing that the light turned green, he makes his way back to the company for damage control. Who knew that bringing an end to his rival would make a man smile like a mad-man, but he thought it was so worth it to do so.

The ride back was fairly quick for Jaebeom. As he got closer to Tencent, the police were there parked in the front of the building. He had to find a way into the building without being spotted. Circling Tencent, he decided to go through the backway. He still had his ID card on him, so if the police caught him right there he for sure would kiss the $500,000 goodbye.

Parking his car in the alleyway behind the company, Jaebeom made his way to the back door cautiously. The perks of being named leader, it showed that you can handle any situation no matter the outcome, finding a solution to the mess he created was ironic.

Slowly making his way up the stairs, he avoided any main hallways, not wanting to draw unwanted attention. Climbing twenty flights of stairs was not something Jaebeom planned for. He felt more guilty with each step he took for messing up a simple thing. He wished he had powers to reverse time and start over from the very beginning, but alas, he was never going to get that wish.

Reaching the eighteenth floor, Jaebeom noticed no one near the entrance to the stairwell. He silently thanked the gods above to have come all the way up without getting caught. Twisting the knob to the door he slowly opened it and peaked his head to see if the coast was clear and surprisingly it was. Closing the door again, he stayed put in the stairwell. He found it strange that no one was guarding this floor, the floor where Jaebeom was located a couple of hours ago.

Jaebeom's suspicions grew more as he stayed put, thinking of all the possible outcomes of this situation. None of his answers made any sense, the dots were not connecting at all. This pissed him off more than it should have.

Deciding to give up, he moved on to the top floor where the CEO's office was, along with his own. Jaebeom's job title wasn't much, but that charming personality of his got him that spot on the top floor alongside the CEO. Everyone hated that Jaebeom got special treatment because he came here with no experience. He created enemies, did he care? No. It made him mad with power. He enjoyed that idea of people hating what he had and what they couldn't get.

There was a scream that pulled Jaebeom out of his thoughts. "Where is he?! What do you mean you can't find him?!" one of the cops said into his phone.

This is where it became challenging for Jaebeom, finding a clear path into the hallway without getting spotted by anyone. Peeking through the crack of the door, he noticed a tall man with a tan trenchcoat dressed up in an expensive suit. The realization hits him when he notices who the man was. It was none other than Kim Namjoon, a leader in the underground business and upper business, but to Jaebeom he was just a rival.

He wondered why Namjoon was here, he had no business being here. Yet here he was waltzing into the company like he owns the place. The confidence that Namjoon gave off made Jaebeom sick to his stomach. How could someone just act confident all the time?

"God, he's so infuriating, like can't this man even act normal," Jaebeom muttered to himself. "I just want to punch that stupid smirk off of his face."

The wheels were turning in Jaebeom's head that after everything, he was getting some luck after the morning he had today. Reopening the door, he noticed Namjoon walking away from the coat closet. This was his opportunity to get rid of his ID card.

He couldn't go out into the main hallway, he would get spotted quick. He needed to find a way to get himself into that coat closet. He had to think of something fast, there wasn't much time to waste. Looking back to where the officer was, Jaebeom couldn't find him.

"Where did he go? He was just there," he told himself. Another voice caught his attention and it was from the CEO, Baekhyun. He was talking to the officer that Jaebeom was looking for. He felt so blessed to have him occupied. Looking left and right, he noticed that the coast was clear and booked it straight to the coat closet.

Closing the door behind him, he was met with darkness, looking for the light switch with his hands. As he found the switch, the small closed space lit up. "Now where is that trenchcoat of yours," he whispered. "Ah, I found you, my dear sweet savior. Oh, how you are saving me from so much work."

Grabbing his ID from his coat pocket, he quickly placed it in Namjoon's trenchcoat and turned back around. Opening the door, he made sure the coast was clear once again and stepped out. Jaebeom made his way to the CEO's office and knocked on the door. Baekyhun and the officer turned their heads, noticing that it was Jaebeom.

"There he is! Get him," Baekyhun loudly spoke.

The officer was charged towards Jaebeom and before he could utter a word his hands were behind his back and his body slammed against the door. Groaning out loud from the impact Jaebeom asked, "What's going on, why am I getting slammed on a damn door by an officer?!"

"Quit playing coy, Lim, what did you do with the money you stole from the company?" Baekhyun asked.

Facing the man who asked the question, "I don't know what is going on, I just got here," Jaebeom's voice dropped a few octaves deeper.

Baekhyun darted towards Jaebeom pushing the officer out of the way and turning Jaebeom around to face him. "Lim, I won't ask you again. Where is the money?!" he yelled, stressing each word as he spoke.

"And I'm going to tell you again that I don't know what you are talking about!" Jaebeom rebutted back to the CEO.

Baekyhun was just fuming with anger from Jaebeom's answer. Baekyhun swore that he was just bluffing and acting dumb, but the confusion on his face made his story more believable. Letting go of Jaebeom, Baekyhun walked towards the window of his office that gave him the best view of the busy city below. He was at a crossroads, not knowing what to do. He wanted to believe Jaebeom but the evidence was right there.

Jaebeom silently watched his boss freak out, trying to understand the words that he spoke. His boss was at war with himself. Jaebeom thought he could use this as an advantage; to confuse the man more than he was.

"Baekhyun, you know that I would never do anything to harm this company or to betray your trust," he spoke out loud.

Baekhyun just stared at the man, his expression unreadable. Jaebeom couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Was Baekhyun figuring out that everything he's said was a lie? Jaebeom couldn't go down like this, this was not going to be the end.

"Baekhyun, please I don't know what is going on, but I can tell you that I haven't seen my ID since yesterday. If that can help my case in any way," he hopelessly said.

Jaebeom silently pleaded with Baekhyun to give him a chance to hear him out, which reluctantly he did. Baekyhun gave a hand signal to the police officer to leave the room and give the men privacy. "You have five minutes to tell me your side of the story or I'll ask the cops to take you away from here," he insisted.

"As I said before, I haven't seen my ID since yesterday. The last time I saw the thing it was on my desk in my office. After that, I couldn't find it," Jaebeom lied through his teeth.

"You lost your ID and didn't bother telling anyone about this?" Baekhyun questioned him.

"Listen, I didn't think much of it when I couldn't find it after I left work. I thought I could find it when I got here today, but here we are." Jaebeom briefly paused.

"I was planning on telling you today if I ended up not finding it!" he continued, "I can show you where I left it in my office and you can let the officer search too."

Baekhyun was hesitant on taking Jaebeom's offer on searching his office, he was stressed and he was doubting everything that was said by this man. His trust in him was dropping rapidly, but did he have another choice? He had to go for it even if he ended up looking like a fool.

Rising from his seat, Baekhyun walked around his desk and stood in front of Jaebeom and just stared him down. "If I found out that you are just fucking around and we find that ID of yours, you are out of here and out of my sight," leaving Jaebeom in his seat, Baekhyun walked towards the door and looked back, "Hurry up, we don't have all day. I have to do damage control because of you."

Jaebeom quickly got up from his seat and followed his boss from behind, making their way to his office. The officer trailing along asked where they both were heading, Baekhyun quickly answering, "To his office, we are going to search for that ID card of his that supposedly was lost."

"But sir, we don't have a search warrant to partake in this. We will not be able to assist you," the officer explained.

Baekhyun continued to make his way to Jaebeom's office, telling anyone that walked past him to follow. Not a word was uttered when he spoke to anyone. The workers just simply followed like mindless slaves, not questioning his orders.

Walking into the office, Baekhyun strolled quickly to the desk in the middle of the office and began to rummage through the files that laid on top neatly. Everyone that followed along began to do the same, going to different parts of the room and not leaving a corner unturned. Jaebeom just stood by the door not knowing what to do with himself besides watching the disaster unfold.

Looking up to face the man that caused all the distress, Baekhyun spoke out loud, "Lim, it is best if you stepped outside and just stood by with the officer. You are truly not needed here."

Jaebeom was offended by the words that the man spoke to him. It never crossed his mind that he would be pushed out of something that involved him. "To be fair Baekhyun, I don't think that is a good idea. What if one of the workers here is the culprit and trying to frame me over what happened? I'm sorry but I am not leaving this room until you all leave with me." His voice roared across the room.

Baekhuyn rolled his eyes at his subordinate's stubbornness, it made him feel sick to his stomach that he did not want to walk. This was something that Jaebeom took very seriously. Never once did this man raise his voice at anyone during the job. He took everything that was handed to him without a single complaint. It scared Baekhyun that Jaebeom stood his ground and didn't budge one bit.

"If you won't leave then stand by the door and don't get into anyone's way, Lim," he spoke with venom in his voice.

Pleased with the response from his boss, he walked back to the door and just watched. No one knew what was to come at the end of this search. It was entertaining to watch everyone look through his belongings. They were never going to find anything and it made him ecstatic to have this type of knowledge over people.

"Sir, we couldn't find anything in the cabinets,"

"Sir, the bookshelf is clean,"

One by one each person that Baekhyun brought with him ended up not finding anything. This made his blood boil, that not only could they not find anything, he as well couldn't come up with anything. His whole office was clean. Countless thoughts came to mind that gave him a migraine. Where could that ID of his be? Who took it? All these questions came to mind and none of the answers that he came up with seemed logical.

With a huge sigh, Baekhyun told everyone to go back to work, this was a huge blow for his ego. Being proven wrong was his least favorite thing in the world. Being right about everything made his day, the power he felt was his drug. It was intoxicating to him. He needed this. Slamming the folders that laid on the desk, Baekhyun paced towards Jaebeom with anger in his eyes, he was not pleased when everyone came up short in their findings.

"I don't know where you hid that ID of yours but if it's not found in the next twenty-four hours, you are on your own." he spat.

Jaebeom wasn't shocked that his boss was worked up over not finding the missing ID. It actually made his day. Playing coy was his strongest suit; he enjoyed playing clueless. This was a win for him, the sight of his boss losing hope little by little. Everything was falling into place on how he imagined it, sweet victory was close. All he needed was the last piece to fall into place.

Baekhyun sighed out loud, finally releasing Jaebeom from his grip and walked out of the ruined office. Jaebeom looked around and just smirked like a mad man and decided it was time to wrap things up. Shouts could be heard from his office, which made Jaebeom run out to where the commotion was. All he saw was three cops surrounding Namjoon, who was confused with everything trying to explain.

One of the officers quickly grabbed hold of Namjoon and roughly pushed him against the nearest wall, "Kim Namjoon, you're under arrest!"

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exhoe-imagines · 5 years ago

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curious what you gals think of exo ot12 post sex reactions would be (sleepy, cuddly, hyper?!)

THIS IS A PRIME ASK ILY ANON (gender-neutral suggestive things below!!)

minseok - minseok for SURE is straight out of bed after like 30 seconds and is already grabbing a wet washcloth for cleanup and a glass of water for you both. if it isn’t late, he’s dragging ur ass to the shower or bath asap. otherwise, he’ll get u both tucked into bed and then he’s KNOCKED OUT #oldmansquad

luhan - did u mean Mr. Round Two? ok ok but after he’s successfully worn out, which might be after a..while, you’re not leaving the bed. idgaf if it’s midday or the morning or whenever, he’s gonna koala cling to you and then fall asleep, and when he wakes up you better be ready for another round bc “omo you’re nakey hehe”

yifan - oh gosh let my boy catch him breath. just lie on his chest while he pants and sweats into the next century. he’s a little talkative tho and uses that to make sure you’re ok by asking every aftercare question under the sun. he’ll quickly clean up and grab a snack and then he’s Night Night.

junmyeon - hMmMM. junmyeon is definitely the like Movie Scene type of guy. he wants a romantic bath after with lingering kisses and tenderly drying each other off and then a nice dinner or snack while cuddled up on the couch. but he def falls asleep and u have to drag his ass to bed

yixing - bro…. aftercare… KING… but like in a sort of Hazy way. he’s all snuggles and forehead kisses and then ur like “yixing, i gotta get up and pee and uhh wash off” and he’s scrambling out of bed, bright red, like “r-rIGHT!! IM SORRY” and then he carries u to the bathroom like the prince he is

baekhyun - my dude is Peak Lazy. he could be completely covered in the Nasty and he’s just gonna flop into bed and groan if u try to leave. so pls wait until he’s not expecting it and then dart to the bathroom for a washrag unless u wanna be rewashing your sheets every damn night of the week

jongdae - this bitch is Energized. he is Rejuvenated. he could Kill God with the energy he harnesses at this moment. he’s already starting a pillow fight and pushing you off the bed. and then he’s complaining about being hungry and waltzing butt ass naked into the kitchen to make some ramen

chanyeol - i feel like he gets big shy ?? like his eyes are all wide and he immediately pulls the blanket over yall as if he didn’t just rip u in half 30 seconds ago. and then after like 2 minutes he’s like “wait we’re gross” and runs to the bathroom and won’t let u in until he’s clean

kyungsoo - soo is just... *chefs kiss*. he’s already got the water set out for a nice Refresher,,, he’s got the washcloth ready,, he’s taking care of u,,, bringing out the menu for dinner, ur like “is this a wedding reception” and honestly it feels like one so dont complain

zitao - lmao. manz is asleep. u get one last kiss while he sleepily blinks and then… dead.. coma… 404: error, zitao is unavailable for the next three hours. but do not Move. he will whine in his sleep if u so much as move a centimeter from his grip. my condolences.

jongin - tickles u and gives u a bunch of kisses, especially if the session was intense. definitely a pillow talk type of boy, and just rambles for an hour before he’s slowly nodding off and then Oops. he’s asleep. he’ll get back to you in 7-10 business days.

sehun - he’s immediately like “im GROSS” and gets cleaned up and then u guys put on your matching pjs and snuggle up in bed and look at memes for the next 3 hours. he might instigate another round if it isn’t too late, otherwise after yalls Meme Review, vivi is already between yall and both bois are Out like Babies

- admin ruby

🌙 SLEEPOVER SATURDAY🌙

#i laughed WAY too much writing this #exo smut #exo ot12 #exo ot12 headcanons #sleepover saturday #anonymous #answered

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sugar-petals · 5 years ago

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baekhyun looks like a baby girl in second childhood picture. why his eyes are so bright tho 😭

it’s the #baeksparkle

#bbh #anon #cub mail 🐅

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gamerwoo · 5 years ago

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EXO: X.O. (Part One)

Characters: EXO x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: dating sim au, horror au, this part is really vanilla tho

Tag list: @fullsun-donghyuck

a/n: lines in italics are what’s said in the game!!

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You were expecting this to be very boring. You pretty much knew the ins and outs of this game since you were the one who created it. You knew who would speak, what they would speak about, and all the endings. And you knew you had to test all of the endings to make sure everything was good.

You were going to be here for a while.

It started with a few intro text boxes that were essentially narrated by your character, with your name in the top left corner of the text box at the bottom. You didn’t even bother reading it, just skimming it to make sure there weren’t any errors as you continuously clicked your mouse to make the words fly by.

The scene switched from the outside of a generic school to the inside of a classroom. You knew that the dialogue was talking about getting settled into the classroom before your nine friends came in. Then the nine boys in question faded into screen.

Junmyeon: How did you beat us here, _____?

Baekhyun: Yeah, you’re usually late for class unless somebody has to hold your hand and drag you here.

Kyungsoo: Aren’t you one to talk?

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, letting out a quiet huff.

Baekhyun: Don’t call me out.

Yixing stepped through the small crowd around my desk, smiling down at me where I sat.

Yixing: Anyway, we’re glad you’re back in class today! We missed you a lot the last two days.

Chanyeol’s face fell slightly as he looked off at the ground.

Chanyeol: Yeah, now that Kris, Tao, and Luhan moved away, it sucked having you gone, too.

Kyungsoo: _____ was only out sick for two days. It’s not like they moved away.

Chanyeol: But still!

I offered a soft smile and reached out for Chanyeol’s hand.

_____: I appreciate that you missed me, Yeol. What did I miss while I was out?

Minseok sat in one of the empty seats beside me, starting to get his belongings out of his backpack before class started.

Minseok: We didn’t learn anything new except in history. We’ve been learning about Caesar's cipher.

Sehun: It’s baby stuff.

The youngest boy took his usual seat behind me. He always preferred sitting at the back, but I never really knew why. It wasn’t like he was a troublemaker like Baekhyun, Chanyeol, or Jongdae. Sehun was actually a pretty good student. I was surprised he didn’t sit toward the front like Junmyeon.

Sehun: I don’t know why they’re teaching it. It’s not like it’s a hard concept.

Baekhyun whined, lightly whacking the youngest in the back of the head.

Baekhyun: It’s not easy for everybody, Sehun.

You started skipping through the dialogue faster. You had only put that in because that’s what you were studying in class at the time, and you really didn’t feel like reading about it again. Not only that, but you had multiple endings to get through, so you wanted to go through them all as quickly as possible.

It wasn’t until the game started moving along that you slowed down to make sure you weren’t just rapidly clicking when it came time to make a choice.

The bell rang, signifying that it was time for the next class.

Jongin turned around to face me as the rest of the class began packing up to leave. He smiled his dazzling, bright smile as he reached out to close your notebook while you were putting the homework pages away in your folder.

Jongin: So what’s your extra curricular today?

Chanyeol practically jumped up from his seat, excitedly exclaiming,

Chanyeol: Ooh, is it with me?!

Jongdae gave a small pout as he stood up from his chair.

Jongdae: You always think it’s with you.

The remaining boys gathered around my seat, awaiting my answer.

Junmyeon: So what does your schedule say, _____?

Before clicking to prompt the choices, you made sure to press the save button and save it to the first open file before deciding. You wanted to be sure you could go back later to do the rest of the routes, too.

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TAKE THE POLL HERE!!! The poll will close 10/2 at 8pm EST.

I have the schedule up until part three figured out because the results for part three determine if there’s an extra part or not, so here’s the schedule up until then: part two -- 10/3, part three -- 10/5, part 3.5/four -- 10/7. that means you have a whole day between those parts for voting in the polls, but I’ll elaborate more on poll duration at the end of every part with a poll. and if you’d like to be added to the tag list, lmk!!!

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junmyeoneyesmile · 5 years ago

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you can’t stop the flood - part 1

summary:

en·e·my

/ˈenəmē/

noun

a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something.

irene never thought one day she would live on the enemy’s side - but when a mission goes wrong and everything turns upside down, she wonders what she had been fighting for.

(or, the one which x-exo’s scientist irene falls in love with exo’s leader, junmyeon.)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

genre: obsession AU, EXO vs X-EXO, romance, slow burn, angst (with a happy ending?), fluff (maybe if you squint), smut (be patient, tho)

relationships: irene/junmyeon, past irene/sehůn, implied chanyeøl/wendy, side baekhyun/chanyeol, one sided taeyeon/baekhyun.

length: three shot

chapter word count: 6.420

author’s notes: OK. this is the first fic I decided to post, because there’s not enough x-exo fics in this fandom. I just love the obsession universe, and this idea kept messing with my mind. so, here it is. I think everybody will be familiar with exo and x-exo’s visuals, but for the sake of your imagination I should say irene and wendy both have bad boy era’s look. for now, I guess that’s it. enjoy~

The explosions were so loud that her ears hurt.

“Joohyun!”

The voices calling her name were getting more distant, even when she tried to concentrate on them. The cloud of dust in the air was making it hard for her to see anything.

“Joohyun!”

“Mom, dad! Where are you?”

She ran, trying to find her way, but her legs caught on a loose leg of a table, and she fell. The rocks on the floor scratched her skin, and the dust collecting in her eyes and nose made her tear up.

“Joohyun!”

This time, the voice sounded closer, and she sobbed, feeling all the strength leave her body.

“Mom!”

The familiar figure approached her, wrapping her arms around Joohyun - the smell and warmth so intimate to her. Joohyun cried harder, and soft hands brushed the hair from her face.

“It’s ok, darling. It will be ok. But you have to leave here now.”

“Where’s dad?”

The woman's expression faltered for a second, and she knew – she knew – that something was wrong.

“He’s over there. I’ll help him, but you need to leave here now, Joohyun.”

“Mom...”

“Go.”

The girl shook her head, tears staining her cheeks.

“I can’t go without you.”

The woman held her shoulders, serious.

“Listen to me, Joohyun. You are capable. You’re so much more capable than you imagine. So you just have to keep going. Keep going, no matter what happens.”

Joohyun sobbed, and the woman held her tightly.

“We love you, my darling.” she said, before helping her to get up, cleaning the dust from her arms. “Now go. Go, Joohyun.”

So she ran. She kept running, even when she was outside of the house. Even when her legs burned with the effort. Even when she heard the explosion that destroyed everything that was behind her.

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“Irene. Hey, wake up.”

Irene opened her eyes at once, but the room was so bright she had to blink sometimes until she got used to it.

“What time is it?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“It’s past 2AM.”

She frowned, sitting on the bed.

“Did something happen?”

Wendy nodded, already in her white dress uniform, tying her hair back in a low ponytail.

“We need to go to the lab.”

If she was going to be honest, Irene didn’t know why she asked that. It was already a pretty common thing to wake up in the middle of the night because of stuff like this.

Sighing, Irene got up. She dresses her uniform and ties her hair back, before leaving with Wendy to the halls.

“Did someone come to tell you that?”

“Of course not. You know they always come to you.” Wendy said, like it was something obvious. “But I went to drink water, and Suhø found me in the hall. So he just told me, because he knew it would be faster”

“There was no one else with him?”

“No. But Sehůn and Kāi are already in the lab.”

Again, Irene sighed. Of course.

When they got to the lab, there was the sound of enthusiastic conversation. Sehůn and Kāi were discussing something, sitting on stretchers next to each other, while Suhø was looking at his reflex in the window.

“Oh, look who’s here.” Kāi said, seeing them enter the room. He had a cut on the side of his stomach, exposed by his cropped top. “I’m sorry, did we interrupt your beauty sleep again?”

Irene ignored him, looking at Suhø.

“What happened?”

“These brats can’t keep themselves on the line, that’s what happened.”

“Hey” Kāi interrupted “You were there, too.”

“To save your ass, apparently.”

Kāi gave a sadistic half smile.

“Everything would’ve went fine if Chën made a better use of all those cameras and drones then watching porn.” Sehůn said, and Irene looked at him. His pants were torn on the thigh, there was blood still dripping and staining the white fabric of the stretcher.

A voice echoed in the speakers of the lab.

“Don’t blame me for your mistakes, Sehůnie. I told you they were coming, but the both of you were too focused on yourselves to pay attention.”

Sehůn rolled his eyes, and Irene turned to Suhø again.

“You seem fine.” She stated, looking at him. He didn’t seem to have any serious injuries beside some blood stains and scratches on his face.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He said, before continuing. “I only stayed here to make sure those idiots wouldn’t do anything stupid for the rest of the night. I can trust you with that now, right?”

Irene didn’t respond, but it wasn’t like Suhø needed an answer anyway.

“But I do want some of the serum for scars you made.”

Irene nodded, going to her table to get a bottle.

“All you care about is your face, right?” Kāi provoked, but Suhø ignored him, taking the bottle. “Don’t come with us again if all you’re going to do is watch!” he continued, while the leader of the group left the room.

Wendy and Irene looked at each other before moving to get what they needed to work. When Irene finished, she turned, only to see Wendy already in Kāi’s stretcher – which left her with no other option than going to Sehůn’s.

She got closer to him, starting by cutting the rest of the fabric that was already torn in his thigh with a scissor, to have more space to work. She could feel the weight of his stare on her.

“Why do you keep doing this?” she asked, not looking away from what she was doing.

Sehůn raised the corner of his lips.

“That’s our job, isn’t it?”

“Your job is to go on official missions, planned ones. Not to leave in the middle of the night when you feel like it.”

“But it’s so much fun, to terrorize everyone in the middle of the night.”

Irene stared at him.

“Everything would’ve gone fine, if Baekhyun didn’t come to us. He was too fast for me,” Sehůn raised his voice. “but I have no excuses for Kāi.”

“I was-” He hissed when Wendy applied something on his cut. “My beautiful original was distracting me.”

Irene shook her head. She already had applied one of the serums to stop the blood, and was cleaning the cut to suture it.

“Chën is right, you know.” she told him. “You guys are easily distracted, and that’s why they’re always a step ahead.”

“You know that’s not true in a one on one combat.”

“Yes. But I don’t think you’ll have that opportunity, Sehůn.”

He stayed in silence, and Irene was grateful for that. She was really too tired to have that discussion now.

Wendy finished first, since Kāi’s cut wasn’t too deep. The boy left as soon as it was finished, and the girl walked away to clean and store what she was using before.

Irene took her time, and finished a little later, applying a serum that she had formulated to accelerate the process of healing. Even though she knew Sehůn and Kāi would still have those scars – cause cuts from Baekhyun’s sword always left marks. Until now, she still hadn’t been able to make a formula that would erase Sehůn’s eye scar.

“It’s done.” she told him. “You can feel some pain through the night, but tomorrow morning it’s going to be completely gone.” Irene got up to leave, but Sehůn held her wrist.

She turned, looking at him.

“I want to talk to you, Irene.”

She kept her expression neutral.

“Then do.”

Sehůn caressed her skin with his thumb, and Irene looked at her hand.

“Not here.” he continued, his voice a tone lower.

Irene knew the last thing Sehůn was going to do was talk, if they left the place.

Slowly, she took her hand away.

“I have to fill these forms, Sehůn.” she said, already getting away from him. “Come here in the morning to have that wound checked.”

Irene didn’t look at him again, getting a file that had CASE 94 in the cover. Seconds later, she and Wendy heard the door slam with a wind that definitely didn’t come from the window.

Irene closed her eyes for a second, before continuing to look at the files.

“Why do you do this to him?” Wendy asked, breaking the silence. “It’s obvious he’s still into you.”

“He’s not into me. And we’re not supposed to get involved with the subjects anyways.”

“Ah, come on.” Wendy leaned against her table, crossing her arms. “You two are way past the getting involved phase already.”

Irene took a pen, starting to fill the forms from that night.

“Sehůn has very specific goals to his life. He was created to that. And I have to concentrate on my work for that to happen correctly.”

Irene wouldn’t lie that it was nice, to relive some of her stress with Sehůn once in a while. They both didn’t really care about anything, and none of them put strings on each other. Even if they practically grew up together, and she cared about him, while Irene was getting older, she started to see more clearly that there was a very fine line in all of this they couldn’t trespass – in the end, she was a scientist, and he was the subject. So she decided it was time to stop.

Wendy rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. But you’re always so serious. Come on, Joohyu-”

Irene turned fast to the other girl.

“Don’t call me like that.”

Wendy seemed a little sad.

“Alright. It was just a reflex from the old times.”

Irene watched her friend go back to look at her files, and did the same – used to ignore the pain that name always made her feel.

In the end, Irene couldn’t go back to sleep. After she and Wendy left the lab, it was past 4AM, and the sky was starting to get bright – but not enough for the lights to be turned off. So, after some tossing and turning in the bed without success, Irene decided to go to the rooftop.

This building was the biggest in the compound, being the accommodation to the subjects, scientists and the headquarters of the Red Force: the Exo’rdium. The sun was almost rising, but Irene could still see the lights of all the modern buildings alight. It really was a big contrast with the destruction the rest of the city was.

But it was nice, seeing that. It reminded her of where she was.

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“I heard some of the boys went to the lab, last night.”

Irene looked at Kang Seulgi, who was sitting in front of her in the cafeteria. She nodded, drinking a sip of her water.

“Yes. They decided to go in a surprise mission last night.”

“And why no one said anything about it?”

“Because it was Kāi and Sehůn. Besides, Suhø went with them.”

Seulgi ate a bite of her sandwich, thoughtful.

“Even though, going only on three doesn’t seem like a good idea. Don’t you think the Red Force minds it?”

“Red Force doesn’t care about anything as long as they don’t die.” Irene said. “They’re fine.”

At that moment, they heard a loud conversation and turned, to look. At the X-EXO table, everybody was eating breakfast, except for Chanyeøl. Baëkhyun was teasing Chën about something, and the boy electrocuted his fork, making him get a shock.

“You know,” Irene continued. “I’m thinking about talking with Chën, later. It would be better if they took some doctors in missions with them, to be at watch in case someone gets hurt seriously.”

“With the help of his cameras?”

Irene nodded.

“Yeah. He can see everything, so he can pass important information.”

Seulgi agreed, and they finish eating their breakfast before leaving together to the labs. Seulgi worked at the research and developing area, and had promised to help Irene develop a serum she had in mind. But all the research papers were at Irene��s lab, so they had to go there first.

When they entered the place, Irene could see that Wendy was already there – but didn’t expect to find Chanyeøl, too.

They were just talking, but Wendy was leaning against her desk, and Chanyeøl was pretty close to her, one hand resting on the surface. He wasn’t wearing his blazer, and had one sleeve of his shirt rolled up.

It was Wendy that saw them first.

“Irene!” she said, and Chanyeøl turned his head to look. He didn’t seem to have the intention to move away, so Wendy did it. “I thought you were going to work with Seulgi, today.”

“I am. But I came to get my research.”

“Ah. Alright.” she hesitated. “Chanyeøl came here to have his blood tested.”

Irene looked at them.

“Yes.” Chanyeøl said. “So now that this is done, I’ll get going.” He got his blazer on the table. “I’ll see you later, Wendy.”

The girl blinked, but didn’t respond.

After he left, the room was silent, and Irene went to her table, looking for the papers.

Seulgi crossed her arms.

“Until when are you going to flirt with Chanyeøl?”

Wendy blushed.

“I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“Yeah, right.”

“Be careful.” Irene told her, closing a drawer. “Chanyeøl is the most likely to lose control of his powers.”

Wendy looked at her.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked defensively. “You’re capable of dealing with one of them, but I’m not?”

“So you want to deal with him?” Seulgi accused, and Wendy opened her mouth like she wanted to answer that, but didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t say that.” Irene finally answered. “I’m just telling you to be careful. Let’s go, Seulgi.”

And both of them left, leaving the girl alone in the room.

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Later that day, Irene went to the monitoring floor, where Chën spends most of his days. His room was on the last floor of the building, and it was cold – with an almost metallic smell in the air.

Irene would’ve thought it uncomfortable if she didn’t spend most of her days in a lab, which was also cold, and had a variety of smells.

Chën was sitting at his table, playing chess alone. His perfectly ironed red suit almost blended with the color of the walls.

“You can come in, Irene.” he said, even though she still hadn’t made any sound to announce her arrival. “You know I already saw you coming over here.”

Of course he had. Irene always wondered how Chën could keep up with all those cameras – there should be at least 100 just in the wall in front of him. But then, he had the highest IQ of all the boys. Perhaps all the energy accumulated in his body would make his mind act faster.

“I want to speak with you.”

“Of course.” he said, and moved a piece. “Why don’t you sit down and play a round with me?”

Irene got closer and sat facing him on the table. There were a few pieces out of place, which probably meant that he hadn't started playing in a long time.

“I’m not very good at chess.”

Chën shook his head lightly.

“That’s not true. I’ve seen you playing.”

Irene looked at the arrangement of the pieces on the board, feeling Chën’s eyes watching her.

“Did you really warn the boys about EXO coming to them, last night?” she asked, moving a piece.

“Of course. My drone saw them when they were still on their way. But it was fun, seeing Kāi being fooled by his original.”

“Maybe you could’ve been a little more incisive.”

Chën pushed one of her pieces outside the board.

“And why? If the idiots don’t listen to what I say, I’m not going to keep repeating myself. This is Suhø’s job.”

Irene analyzed the game.

“If one of you falls, you’ll be in disadvantage against them.” she commented. “It’s already hard the way it is.”

Chën stopped, looking at her.

“Why are you here, Irene? Surely it’s not to give me a lecture.”

Irene looked at him, who was still staring at her – and the way his only blue eye seemed brighter was a bit unnerving.

“I want your help.” she told him. “I want to go in the next missions, to be there in case one of you gets hurt seriously. But I can’t keep up with everyone, and I need you to do it for me.”

Chën lifted the corner of his lips, making the chain attached to his lip piercing move.

“You want me to babysit them at battle?”

“You’re here for one reason, right?” she said, before moving one more piece. “Check Mate.”

Chën looked at the game.

“Congratulations.” he said, calm. “You won.”

Irene could feel the double meaning in the sentence.

“Thank you.” she answered, before getting up. “But we both knew that this side was already fated to win when I got here.”

And Chën too, could feel the double meaning in her words.

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“Why do you keep doing these things, Sehůn?” the teenager asked, exasperated. “Why do you keep doing those stupid things?”

The boy sitting on the stretcher wasn’t looking at her.

“Because I needed to.”

“Needed to what? What do you want to prove?”

“That I’m better than him!” Sehůn snapped. “That I can beat him!”

Irene stopped, looking at him with a frown, worried and sad.

“I wasn’t expecting that Baekhyun to show up to disrupt the fight. He’s so fucking fast with that sword… But I was going to beat him, Irene. I was going to shred Sehun in pieces.”

That was the first time Irene realized the real purpose behind X-EXO. The first time she saw the unimaginable anger they carried inside. The first time she understood what Red Force was trying to do.

She didn’t say anything, getting closer to Sehůn. He stayed in the lab all day – she wasn’t allowed to frequent the place or perform procedures, she was still studying. But in the end, they allowed her to visit him.

Sehůn didn’t move while she reached for the bandage on his right eye, did not move when she removed it.

Irene tried not to express a reaction when she saw the angry red scar cutting his eye, a huge contrast to his light blue iris.

“I’ll try to develop a serum to that.” she said, but Sehůn shook his head.

“They already told me, this is never going away. Marks from Baekhyun’s sword stay forever.”

Irene frowned.

“But I’ll still try.”

Sehůn continued to look at her for a long time, until he got off the stretcher where he was sitting. Irene stepped back, but he held her waist to stop her from moving away.

And when he leaned down to kiss her, she let him.

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The next morning, Irene was organizing her things in the lab when Suhø arrived to his month checkup. That surprised her a bit, because she didn’t realize the time went by so fast. But it did make sense, since Chanyeøl had been there the day before.

While Irene took what she needed, Suhø sat on the stretcher, taking of his red blazer but keeping the vest – even though it didn’t make that much of a difference. She went closer to him, holding a syringe.

“Have you felt any different, this month?” Irene asked, gesturing for Suhø to extend his arm.

“No. I’m perfectly fine.” he said, watching as she put the needle of the syringe in his vein, taking the blood. He didn’t even flinch.

“I spoke to Chën, yesterday.” she told him, taking the needle and storing the blood in a different recipient. “Which in reality, brings me to you.”

Suhø raised a brow, and Irene kept going.

“I want to be a part of the next missions. I know scientists aren’t supposed to leave the Exo’rdium, but you guys may need urgent treatments when in battle. It would be wise to have someone that can help there.”

Suhø seemed slightly surprised.

“It’s much harder out there than you think.” he said. “I won’t have time to be checking you or anyone else.”

“You won’t have to. That’s why I talked to Chën. He will accompany all of you, and tell me where I need to go in case something happens.”

Suhø didn’t seem much excited about it, but was also not opposed to the idea.

“It’s your choice.” he said, indifferent, starting to dress his blazer.

Irene labeled the blood vessel with a 01 and stored it.

“Then it’s already decided.”

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Surprisingly, things happened faster than Irene was expecting.

It was the start of the afternoon when Chën’s voice echoed on the speakers of the Exo’rdium.

“Dear friends, I’m seeing some interesting images close to our borders.”

Chën wasn’t one to make jokes, so it was obvious that everybody would take his words seriously, and meet him in the monitoring room.

Irene knew that even though she told him, Suhø wouldn’t make an effort to tell her, so she rushed to Chën‘s room, where everybody was already reunited.

“Our EXO friends apparently are patrolling 200m from our border.” Chën was telling them. “They seem to be looking for something.”

Sehůn saw her coming into the room and gave her a glance, but Irene looked straight ahead, paying attention to the images on the cameras. She saw the originals Baekhyun and Chanyeol.

“Looking for what?” Baëkhyun asked.

“And does it matter? Let’s just go there and catch those two!” Kāi said, with an almost crazy smile.

“They’re idiots, walking just in two, close to our territory.” Chanyeøl said. “Let me and Baëkhyun go there and finish them.”

“No.” Suhø said, firm. “You can’t control yourself, and Baekhyun plays too much. We’re all going, except for Chën.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss this amount of fun.” Kāi said.

While Suhø and Chën talked and looked at the cameras, Sehůn got up and walked to Irene.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m going too.”

Sehůn laughed.

“And do what? Research in the middle of the battlefield?”

Irene ignored him, walking to the door.

“Wait up.” Sehůn got to her, holding her arm. “You can’t be serious.”

“You need doctors on the battlefield.” She said, indifferently. “I’ll trust Chën.”

“I also trusted Chën, but shit still happened to me.” Sehůn said, and then stopped. “Irene…”

“I’ll meet you at the garage.” she said and left, not waiting for another word from him.

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Irene hadn’t left the Exo’rdium a lot of times. She had some flimsy idea of what to expect from the world out there, but despite that, she didn’t feel nervous. She had learned how to deal with the anxiety and the fear a long time ago.

She knew that with all the boys going, only one doctor wouldn’t be enough, so even reluctantly, she asked Wendy to go. The girl was nervous, but accepted anyway.

Even though the boys always wore the same clothes when going out, the white dress they usually wore wouldn’t be ideal, so Irene changed to black pants and a red shirt. Wendy chose the same, but her shirt was white – and after getting ready, they went to the garage.

Kāi and Baëkhyun weren’t there, which was actually logical. The first could teleport, and the second could move at the speed of light, so really, there was no necessity of using a car.

To the rest, a pickup truck was ready to go, and Suhø was at the driver’s seat with Sehůn at his side, while Chanyeøl got in the backseat. Wendy entered the car first, sitting next to him, and Irene sat by the window.

“Here.” Chanyeøl said, giving them earpieces. “You may need this.”

Irene put it on her ear, watching the road while Suhø accelerated, and Chën’s voice became clear on the earpiece.

“Baëkhyun and Kāi are already close to them.”

“Keep yourselves quiet while we get there.” Suhø warned.

“But I want to play…” Baëkhyun whined.

“Quiet.” Suhø warned again.

“You know he’s not going to keep quiet if Baekhyun gets closer, right?” Chanyeøl said

Suhø sighed, checking his hair in the rearview.

“Yeah, I know.”

As predicted, things were already heated up when they got close enough.

Suhø stopped the car abruptly, and the three men got off the car, running to where the fight was happening. In the earpiece, Chën was telling locations.

“Are we going to stay in the car?” Wendy asked, clearly scared.

Irene looked at where an explosion happened, not far away from there.

“No.” she said. “It’s not safe, let’s go.”

They got out of the car, running to the ruins of one of the nearest buildings, and sat behind a wall that was still standing. More explosions resonated, and it seemed closer each time.

Irene hated to feel vulnerable in a situation like that, but she knew that in this moment, the best they could do was stay there. Carefully, she looked behind the wall, to see what was going on.

Not too far away from there, Suhø was in direct confrontation with Chanyeol. Fire and water met, making a smoke of steam rise into the sky – which was suddenly lighted up with lightning.

“They are here.” Chën said in the earpiece. “All of them arrived, they’re here.”

“I can fucking see that, you idiot!” Chanyeøl screamed “Can someone come and hel-”

At that exact moment, Chanyeøl was thrown in the trucks direction, falling on top of the roof. Irene covered Wendy’s mouth to stop her from screaming, while they watched the scene. The original Kāi suddenly was on top of Chanyeøl, trying to punch him in the face – but the boy dodged it, and held the other forearms with hands on fire.

The original screamed, staggering backwards, but before Chanyeøl could throw himself at him, he disappeared.

“Nice way to continue a fight, coward.” Chanyeøl said, before falling to his knees on the floor, coughing up blood.

Wendy got up and ran to him, before Irene could stop her. The girl kneeled at his side and touched his arm, but his jacket was so hot she screamed, releasing it.

“Sorry.” Chanyeøl said, and coughed again. “I think the bastard broke some of my ribs.”

“Can you get up?” Irene asked him

Chanyeøl didn’t answer, but started to get up, and faltered to the side. Wendy – that didn’t seem to remember she was burned seconds before – let him lean on her. She didn’t have any further reaction, so Irene imagined Chanyeøl had controlled his fire.

The three of them walked to the place they were before, and Chanyeøl fell on the floor, leaning onto the wall. Irene took off his blazer, and Wendy lifted his shirt until his chest. Slowly, she touched his ribs, and Chanyeøl screamed.

“They’re definitely broken. I can only do the basic here, but we need to come back.” Wendy said, extremely worried.

From the speed his chest was swelling, Irene knew that this was serious. She touched her earpiece.

“Kāi. Kāi, are you listening?” There was no response. “Kāi, you need to come back now!”

“I’m a little-” the voice stopped for a second. “I’m a little bit busy here!”

“Chanyeøl needs to go back to the base, this is serious!”

There was no response again, and Irene was alarmed – until she heard Suhø’s voice.

“Kāi, go back now!”

A little bit more relieved, Irene turned to Wendy and Chanyeøl, where the doctor was already starting first aid.

“Kāi’s going to come. We just need to wa-”

“Sehůn is hurt in one of the buildings at section C.” Irene heard Chën’s voice, and pressed her earpiece immediately.

“Chën, can you see me?”

A few seconds later, a drone flew over where they were.

“Yes.”

“Where is he?”

“A hundred meters ahead of you, in a building on the right. He is lying on the ground, apparently burned.”

Irene looked at Wendy.

“I’m going there. Wait for Kāi here.”

“Wait, Irene! You can’t go on your own, it’s dangero-”

But she didn’t wait for the other girl to finish the sentence.

Irene ran, not really knowing how far it was a hundred meters, but she soon saw that Chën’s drone was following her a few steps ahead, guiding the way. When it stopped in front of the building, she knew it was the one.

Over there, the explosions were a lot louder and seemed closer. Fights were still going on close to where she was, but Irene got into the building anyway, looking for Sehůn.

It didn’t take long for her to find him, lying on the floor behind an old wall.

The entire front of his blazer was torn. From his chest to his shoulders, the skin was completely burned, extremely red, raw. Sehůn was breathing hard, with difficulty.

Irene took off the backpack she was carrying, kneeling in front of him. Only at that moment, Sehůn noticed her presence.

“I... Irene...”

“I still don’t know how you can get in the worst of states.” she said, getting a bottle from inside her backpack.

“It was him…” Sehun said, breathless. “Shit. He spread the fire that Chanyeol made...”

Irene didn’t answer, opening the bottle and without hesitation, pouring the liquid over his chest and shoulders. The scream Sehůn gave echoed throughout the building.

“This serum will help.” she explained. “It’s specific to burns done by Chanyeøl.”

Sehůn didn’t say anything, apparently too out of his mind to form a coherent sentence. The serum would help, but like Chanyeøl, Sehůn needed to get back to base.

“Baëkhyun” Irene pressed her earpiece. “Baëkhyun, yo-”

“Calling for me?” the silver haired boy appeared next to her. “I was close.” he explained.

“You need to take Sehůn back.”

Baëkhyun looked at the other laying on the floor.

“Everybody already left. Suhø went to the car with your friend, Kāi is hurt and he took Chanyeøl, he’s not coming back. I can only take one of you if you want me to run fast.”

Irene shook her head, trying not to think too much.

“Just take him. I’ll wait here until someone can come and get me.”

Baëkhyun gave her a look, but did not hesitate, and after taking Sehůn in his arms with some effort, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Irene sat where Sehůn was before, hiding. There was no more sign or noise of fighting, and she wondered if EXO was gone too. That territory was on the border, it didn't belong to anyone. Maybe she was safe until someone from the Red Force came to pick her up.

But she didn’t have that luck.

The only alarm Irene had before everything happened was a tingle at the back of her neck, and the same metallic smell that she smelled in Chën’s office.

She heard the thunder, and then a lightning cleared the place, at the same time it hit the building, blasting everything around. Irene was thrown to the side, and her ears were clogged from the noise, causing her to hear nothing for some time.

She was so stunned for a while, unable to see anything because of the thick layer of dust, that she barely noticed the feeling of numbness in her leg. Only when she looked down did Irene see the huge piece of wall that was on top of it.

It was hard to breath. She wanted to scream – but to who? Her earpiece wasn’t in her ear anymore, and she couldn’t contact anyone. Desperation was beginning to form inside her, when Irene heard voices. Two people, talking.

“-ure I saw a trail of light here. It must have been Baëkhyun.”

Irene remained completely still. That voice was extremely similar to Chën’s...

“Jongdae hyung, there's nobody here.” that voice was also familiar, but Irene's head was starting to spin. “You already destroyed this place, there is nobody here.”

“I wanted to find that coward. But he is always hiding behind his cameras...”

“Yeah, you won't find him. Now let’s go, my arms are aching from the burn that Chanyeøl gave me.”

The other man hesitated a little.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

Irene heard steps, and then, she was alone again.

It was unbelievable that the two of them hadn't found her - but then again, she was behind a huge amount of wreckage. It was most likely that no one would ever find her.

The thought brought the desperation back to her, and Irene looked at the rock on her leg again. Maybe she could move it... In a moment of madness, she decided to move her leg.

And everything went dark.

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When Irene opened her eyes again, the light in the place was dim. She blinked several times, feeling disconnected. She had passed out from the pain... How long had it been?

At the same time that her conscience was returning, the pain returned with it. It seemed to burn her skin, and she started to shake, feeling sick. Doing her best not to move her lower body, Irene looked down.

And she didn’t see the rock on top of her leg.

That made no sense. Maybe she was imagining things, in the state her mind was in. She rested her head on the floor again, trying to breathe steadily. But the pain was increasing, and her vision was beginning to blur.

“I can’t pass out again...” she murmured to herself.

There was some rustling on the floor, and a shadow blocked the little light that reached Irene. She turned her face, looking to the side.

Red.

All she could see, it was all red. A familiar red.

Irene breathed heavily, almost tearing up. They had found her. They came, and they had found her.

“Suhø…?”

The man was silent for long seconds.

“No, I’m sorry.”

At first, she didn't quite understand what he meant. But then Irene forced herself to look through the pain, to keep her mind at least minimally focused.

Then she noticed it.

The completely black clothes. The unstyled red hair, almost hiding his eyes. The posture.

No, that wasn’t Suhø.

Yes, she had been found.

But not by Red Force. She had been found by EXO.

Irene wondered why she had to suffer so much, if she was going to die anyway. A voice echoed in her mind.

‘You just have to keep going. Keep going, no matter what happens.’

She closed her eyes, but some tears still escaped.

‘I’m sorry, mom.’

“Do it.” she said, ready. “Kill me.”

There was no answer for a long time, and Irene thought that maybe she was already in enough pain to feel anything else. But when she looked to the side again, the man was still standing where he was.

“Do it.” she repeated.

The man didn’t respond immediately.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

Irene gasped.

“What do you want, torture me for information? I don’t think it can get worse than this. Just kill me!”

Once again, he remained silent, and the anger mixed with the pain was making Irene's head spin.

“No, I won’t do any of this.”

“Then you’re a fool.” she said, suddenly feeling too weak. “They’ll come back for me.”

The man observed her.

“It's been hours since the fight. No one showed up at these perimeters. I only came back because I had lost something in this region, and I found you.”

No one showed up at these perimeters.

Irene couldn’t believe that. Baëkhyun knew she was there. And what about Chën’s drones?

Did they really leave her there?

The man walked towards her, and instinctively because she was startled, Irene moved.

It seemed like she blinked, but she must have passed out from the pain again, because when she opened her eyes, the red-haired man was kneeling beside her.

“Listen, your leg is broken. There are also some ugly wounds and cuts, and if they remain this dirty, they will become infected. I will clean them.”

Irene blinked, looking at him.

“Why…” she asked, weak, and he looked at her “Why are you helping me?”

The expression on his face was determined.

“Because I can’t leave someone to die like this.” he answered, and then turned his attention to her leg.

Irene watched, without the strength to fight, as the man carefully tore her pants, exposing her leg. Then, he turned his palm upward and summoned water.

Irene had seen Suhø do it several times - in tests, in combat. She had seen the strength with which he could throw it and she had seen him drown people with it.

But she had never seen him control it like this. Softly, lightly. Like it was a part of him, not something that had been given him as a weapon.

The man directed the water to her leg, and Irene could barely feel it on top of all that pain and numbness, but his touch was so soft, that she immediately felt calmer.

When he stopped, he looked at her. He had such warm brown eyes… She was used to blue. Cold blue ones.

“I can’t move you like this. You’ll pass out with the pain, again.” The man moved, getting something from the pocket of his vest. Irene saw a pill in his hand. “This will help you sleep for a few hours. It’s the only way.”

Irene looked at the pill, and then to him again.

The only way?

She was in pain. She was tired of being in pain.

No one would come after her.

Even if this man was lying… What was the point in fighting, now?

So above all her judgments, she nodded.

The man put a hand on the back of her head, helping her to stand up a little, and put the pill in her mouth. After that, with the other hand cupped, he summoned some water and brought it to her lips, which she drank, swallowing the pill.

“This will take effect in a few seconds.” he warned her, calmly.

Irene could already feel her body lighter. Was it that fast?

She blinked slowly, watching the face of the man in front of her - so familiar, yet so unknown.

“Who are you?” she saw herself asking, not sure if he could understand her.

He looked at her, a soft expression on his face.

“I’m Junmyeon.” he said, his voice distant.

And when the darkness came to her this time, Irene didn’t fall on it, she embraced it.