#zhang yixing x male reader

[koko-bopp]

Blood & Affection

zhang yixing x gender neutral!reader

word count – 1.4K

genre – mafia!au, psychological? fluff? Bro y'all have full permission to question my sanity, I don't even know.

warning(s) – gore, torture, sadism (none inflicted on the reader), mentions of sex.

synopsis – Practically married to a leader of a mafia, mind you, he loves you quite a lot despite his occupation.

"I think–" Yixing began, though swallowed the heavy sigh, just because he was that little bit out of breathe from his... sport. "–I think you learned enough, no?"

He didn't get a response. He'd be surprised if he had. The man sitting in the chair had his arms and legs bound to the chair tight enough that Yixing could witness the rope slowly ripping off the flesh it was tied upon. It looked bad, it would look bad even if you disregarded the fact that the man had approximately six kitchen knives and a mechanical pen penetrated through the skin of his hands just below his knuckles.

Yixing almost admired him. Almost. It took three knives to get him to talk, that's three more than any person Yixing has needed to deal with. But adding another three and a pen was only neccasery to satisfy the gangster's amusement.

Sadistic? Yes, without a doubt.

Fun? Yes, without a second thought.

Unethical definition of fun? Eh. Debatable.

There were waterfalls of red emitting from the top of the victim's hands and making its way to pool onto the concrete floor. The blood glistening under the lightbulb hanging on top of them, honestly making a nice painting out of the colour on uneven colours of grey.

It'll be a bitch to remove the stains, Yixing almost felt bad for the cleaners that operate on the lower floors.

But he needed answers to the whereabouts of his missing weapons, he didn't sacrifice massive amounts of money just for his deliveries to go missing. So in Yixing's mind, six knives and a pen is pretty vanilla to stick into someone's body. He had better things to care about then the comfort of someone who is delaying his plans much longer than he is willing to appropriate.

"Now," Yixing said, taking off his blood-stained black gloves, "I have the love of my life to get back to. Just scream out when they really start hurting and Kyungsoo will be happy to pull them out." He gently tapped the side of the other's face twice, at first for good measure, then kind of cringing at how much the man was sweating. Guess he couldn't blame him.

"Sleep well." Yixing smiled, and if you looked from a distance, it seemed rather sympathetic, but if you looked hard enough, Yixing honestly gave donkey shit about how the other was feeling.

He exited the space, closing the steel door behind him. His clean hands went up to the blazer of his suit, fixing the article of clothing that droplets of blood scattered across it. He seemed to have stepped into the liquid, because there seemed to be a trail of red footprints following his steps. Again, it was the least of his problems.

"Bǎobèi?" A bright smile made its way onto his face. He opened the double doors of his luxury living room, happy to be seeing you peacefully reviewing your client-notes as well being surrounded by a couple of papers and books. Though, seeing you under him wouldn't be too terrible either. He stood at the door like a happy puppy with his hands holding both door's handles, not fully being in the room. "Was I too long, honey?"

"Enough for me to dread my job as a health professional," You joked, looking up at him from your notes with a grin. "Do I get a 'thank you' for finding the driver of your missing toys?"

Yixing chuckled, entering the room and closing the door behind him. He made his way towards you in a completely relaxed demeanor, some would even say affectionate. Your fianceé placed one hand on the arm of the couch where your elbow was rested, and another on the neck of the furniture, trapping you with his body a generous length away from you. "Definitely more than a 'thank you', Honey."

You smiled, reaching up to gently touch Yixing's cheek and shift that little bit to place your lips on his.

It was soft, that little bit of metallic taste coming from, well, his job, but fait enough for the both of you to enjoy the sensation of Yixing dropping his hand down to cup the space just under your jaw, bringing himself forward to get more of what he wants.

"Yixing–" You managed to breathe out, pulling away from your fianceé quick enough before he continued to escalate the moment, "I still have work to do."

"And? Is it urgent?" Yixing asked, stopping himself from rolling his eyes.

"Somewhat," You responded, caressing Yixing's cheek, "I've got one of your boys here who failed their drug test, so I need to follow up with them."

"Shit. Which one?"

"You know, legally, I can't tell you. It's an invasion of their privacy," You chuckled.

"But..." Yixing pouted, "You're my partner, my baby, you can trust me. And mind you, I'm the human embodiment of 'fuck the law'."

You couldn't help but laugh and roll your eyes, "Technically, we're not married yet–"

He didn't let you finish your sentence, just quickly joining your lips with his before locking eyes with you to talk, "Yet. We're not married, yet," Yixing corrected, before sighing, "But regardless. I'll stop prying. Though, please be in bed before midnight, and eat something if you have to."

You smiled, "I'll be upstairs in an hour."

"I'll be waiting," Yixing respond, quite lovingly.

[apollostears]

don’t look, don’t touch | l. zhang

Request: A night out on your honeymoon turns into something more when others can’t stop touching what’s his.

Fandom: EXO

Pairing: Lay Zhang x black!reader

Warning(s): angst-ish, smut, light spanking, dirty talk, & swearing

Creator: maya

A/N: this took me forever to write and i am so sorry!! hope you love it!! xx

*gif not mine*

New marital bliss was a thing. Oh My God was it a thing! You had never seen Lay so at peace and happy then when you did after y’all had gotten married.

His energy matched yours and anyone from a mile away could tell that y’all were newlyweds. Well...almost everyone.

“You’re looking a little too sexy for dinner in a hotel restaurant.” Yixing’s voice was light as he emerged from the bathroom, his hands fastening his cufflinks.

You smirked at him through the floor-length mirror. “Is my handsome husband being a little possessive?” You teased, sending him a wink through your reflection as you applied some gloss to your lips.

Yixing wore a knowing smile on his face as he approached you. Coming up behind you, he caressed your curves through your silk dress and pressed himself up against you.

“Not all, my darling wife, i’m just feeling sorry for all the men that will never know what it’s like to have a Goddess at their side.” He spoke into your ear before pressing a kiss to the tip of it.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you couldn’t help but smile at his loving compliment. “You are such a romantic.”

“I can show you how much of a romantic I am. What do you say Mrs. Zhang?” Yixing was a devil and he knew that as he lightly nibbled on your neck.

You had to suppress your own desires as you wiggled your way out his arms. “Sorry baby, but it’s day four of our honeymoon and you’ve had me to yourself this whole time.”

Making your way across the room, you slipped your heels on and grabbed the shiny room key that matched the aesthetic of the building.

Peering over your shoulder, you saw your lover pouting. “The faster we eat, the faster you have me to yourself.” You bribed him with a light voice.

Yixing perked up a bit at that, grabbing the rest of his things and following you out the door.

That didn’t stop him from making a mess of your lips on the short trip down to the lobby. By the time the doors opened, his lips were glossy and yours weren’t.

“If I look a hot mess when we get off this elevator Yi, we fighting.” You warned, stepping off the elevator before him.

“Mhm, i’m sure.” He responded, placing a hand at the small of your back as the two of you walked towards the host.

The young male smiled at you two, ready to make a good impression. “Good evening, how may I be of service to you today?”

While Yixing handled the reservations, your eyes wandered to the decor of the resturant. Although a hotel resort was where you were staying, the place never lacked in its interior design. It felt like some high-end place off fifth avenue and you were so grateful that Yixing decided on something like this.

“Holy shit, [Y/N] [L/N], I can’t believe it’s you!” A voice you never thought you’d hear again, had startled you from your thoughts.

Shifting your gaze, you found the culprit. It was your ex, the one before Yixing, and he stood with a group of men in dress suits.

A soft smile found your lips and you gave a small wave. “Hey Ezekiel, long time no see.”

Your tone was light, having no ill-will to the person who ultimately led you to your soulmate. “I never thought I’d see you again! How have you been?” He questioned, giving you a side hug, but not removing his arm.

“Very good actually, just here with my husband. How about you?”

Casual as ever, you naturally removed yourself from his extended embrace and politely waited for him to answer. The shocked look on his face bringing you more satisfaction than normal.

“Husband? You got married?” Mouth agape and eyes wide in shock.

Before you could speak, Yixing had appeared next to you with a firm hand on your waist. “Honey, our table is ready. Who is this?”

Ezekiel was in even more shock to see the handsome man that had became your husband. With a smile, you introduced the two and could feel Yixing tighten his grip on you.

“Nice to meet you but we have to go.” You barely had time to squeeze out a farewell before Yixing pulled you to y’all’s table.

You pouted at his behavior and kept a confused look on your face as you got ready to speak to him.

“So...what was that about?” You asked, picking up your menu to hide your face from his eyes. You wanted to seem causal about the situation, the only emotion showing would be confusion.

“They have that wine that you like, want me to order you a glass?” Yixing asked, smoothly avoiding the question.

Peering your eyes over the menu, you gave him a glare but didn’t press the issue. “Sure.” Your tone was clipped, but that didn’t seem to phase your husband as he hummed in response.

Men. You thought to yourself before focusing all your attention to the list of items in front of you.

Deciding what you wanted, you put your menu down and studied the man in front of you. Your husband was a work of art, incredibly gorgeous with an aura around him that couldn’t be touched.

He was power and just the very thought of his strength had you squirming in your seat.

Noticing this, Yixing raised his eyes over the menu. “Something wrong?”

His concerning voice went straight to your core as you put on a tight smile. “Nothing honey. Do you know what you want? The waiter is coming.”

You had already caught him coming up behind your husband and he was a little on the cute side, but very young. You’d call him adorable, a puppy.

Nodding his head, Yixing closed his menu and put it on top of yours just as the man had arrived.

“Good evening, my name is Lei and it’ll be my pleasure to serve you.” The young man had introduced himself, all his attention on you.

But you were too caught up in the way his name was like your husband’s.

“Awe babe! His name is like yours!” You cooed, looking at your man excitedly.

Yixing hummed in response, his eyes focusing on the male who blatantly disrespected him in front of his wife. Not to mention the way he was trying to pry on you like you weren’t on a date.

The young man’s smile was beautiful, bashful that you were cooing over him. “What’s your name beautiful?” He asked, shifting so his body would cover Yixing.

Pulled from your ignorance, you noticed what he was doing. The kid was trying to lay game in front of your husband and shamelessly check you out.

Just as you had prepared yourself to speak, Yixing was up and by your side quickly.

“Her name is none of your damn business. I’ll be sure to leave a comment with the manager about your behavior kid.” He spoke sharply, before turning to look at you. “We’re leaving, lets go.”

You were stunned to say the least and your movements were robotic as you let Yixing guide you out of the restaurant.

Once y’all stepped foot on the elevator, you had finally processed everything. Your husband was seething, he was tense as he stood slightly in front of you. You were unsure on if you should speak, but decided it might be best to do so.

“Yi...what’s wrong hun?” Your voice was soft, nonthreatening so you wouldn’t set him off.

“When we get in this room, I want that dress off and you on your hands and knees on the bed.” Yixing’s voice was stern, reigniting the flame in your belly.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, surprised at his dominating nature. He wasn’t always like this with you, but it never failed to take you by surprise.

Yixing didn’t appreciate your silence and he turned his head to the side and glared at you from his peripheral. “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes sir.” You stuttered out your answer and soon licked your lips after, feeling your mouth go dry from the thoughts of what he’d do to you.

The elevator bell dinged and the pristine doors slid open. Yixing stepped out first and you followed. Letting you in the room first, you hurried to the room and did as told. A chill ran down your spine as the cold air hit your bareback.

The electric blue panties you wore felt damp against your core as you waited in anticipation. Hearing the front door click and dress shoes hitting the marble floor, you craned your neck to see Yixing come in the room.

His tie was loosened and his top two buttons were undone. His hands worked to unfasten his cuff links and your eyes almost rolled back at the sight.

“Face forward.” He commanded, not even glancing your way.

You swallowed a desperate whine and did as he said. The expensive curtains were pulled back and you could see all the lights of Shanghai.

Pulled from your thoughts, a sharp smack to your ass cheeks had you jolting forward in surprise. “Ahh!” A cry of surprise escaped past your lips before you could stop it.

Another smack followed and your ass was caressed shortly after, blending the lines between pain and pleasure.

“I wanted to take my wife out on a date, but instead was met with men who couldn’t seem to tell who she belonged to. Now I have to mark what’s mine.”

You didn’t stop the small moan that escaped your lips as you clenched your pussy around nothing. Yixing was hardly like this, choosing to make love instead. Those guys must’ve really pissed him off.

“I’m ready daddy.” You assured, giving him the green light to do as he pleased.

Yixing hummed in content and you soon felt a dip in the bed behind you. Wet lips and cold fingers covered your ass, close to where you wanted him most.

“My good girl, always ready to please her daddy.” He cooed, his hand slipping between your legs to rub your mound. The other, pulling at your nipples.

Your back arched and you moaned, your hips rolling back for more friction. The sting of force that spread across your cheek made you moan even louder, having grown accustomed to the sharp feeling.

“Such a slut aren’t you? Wearing that dress, allowing men to look at what’s mine. This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Yixing roughly pulled at your nipple and slapped your pussy causing more moans to tumble from your lips.

Panties slid to the side, Yixing began to tease your wet hole, groaning at the slick that had already started to form.

“Fuck you get so wet.”

You slightly pushed your hips back, hoping to get his fingers to slide in. Noticing what you were trying to do, Yixing gave a dark chuckle and situated you so that the top half of your body was hanging off the edge of the bed and your lower half was draped across his lap.

The sound of fabric tearing sounded through the room and you were sad to see the electric blue panties tossed to the floor. “I’ll buy you more.” He muttered, silencing any issues you had with his abrasive behavior.

“I’m going to fuck you using my fingers; don’t move and don’t speak, understood?” Yixing spoke sternly in your ear, pulling at your hair a bit.

Your breaths were quick and short from his touch alone. You were sure you’d be feeling everything that he gave you tonight. “Yes sir.”

Yixing rubbed your clit a bit and you struggled to stay still, but when he suddenly plunged two fingers deep in your pussy, you really had to find some strength not to move. Clenching your fist around the Egyptian sheets, your hole clamped around Yixing’s fingers.

“Relax for me love, I got you.” He cooed, rubbing circles on your lower back to relax your muscles.

Letting out a deep breath, you focused on relaxing and tried hard not to make a sound as he pistoned his fingers through your pussy. Any other time, you’d feel self-conscious of the sounds coming from your hole, the slickness of your juices creating air pockets of noise, but you were so strung out you couldn’t care.

“So warm and tight—shit! I can’t fucking wait to replace my fingers with my cock.” Yixing’s mouth spewed vulgarities and you could only listen. His dirty talk made you grow wetter and you could feel the knot of pleasure forming.

Tears blurred your eyes as you reached a euphoric state, a third finger slipped through your barrier and violated you in the best way possible. A choked sob was held back in your throat with your teeth biting down on your tongue. Toes curled and back stiff as a rod, a wave of pleasure came crashing over your body as you shook with tremors and clamped around Yixing’s fingers.

“That’s it princess, good girl.” He praised, relishing in the way your walls fluttered rapidly around his fingers. Once you calmed down, he slowly removed his fingers and licked them clean, enjoying your taste.

Breathing heavily, your eyes were still closed as you came down from your first orgasm of the night. Gently sitting you up, Yixing cupped your face and brought his lips o yours for a passionate kiss.

Feeling yourself sink into his arms, you leaned more into the kiss and moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. Yixing pulled away first, attacking your neck in love bites while you sat there in his lap, allowing yourself to be loved on and marked.

“You are everything to me Mrs. Zhang and I want the whole world to know.”

“Show them then.” You softly said, cupping his face in your hand and staring deep into his eyes.

Capturing your lips in another kiss, you felt yourself being lowered back onto the bed, a comfortable weight settling over you. Seperating for just a moment, Yixing made haste removing his clothing and shoes, tossing them wherever before climbing back on top of you.

“You ready?” He asked you, holding eye contact with you as he awaited your answer.

Nearly five years together and he still asks for consent, it makes butterflies erupt in you every time. Nodding your head, you smiled. “As always.”

Without further prompting, Yixing’s grabbed the base of his cock and slowly rubbed it against your folds, moaning with you at the feeling. “Please baby, I need you.” Whines spilled from your lips like an apology, desperately wanting to be filled by him.

With a smirk, he did as asked. With a swift snap of his hips, he buried his cock deep into your pussy. Your mouth dropped open and your breast were pushed upwards as you arched your back. Sweat had began to form and your pussy contracted wildly while moans pushed past your lips.

“Fuccckkk.”

Yixing gritted his teeth as he tried to focus on not nutting just from your face alone. He always told you how pretty you looked while getting fucked and if you kept squeezing him like that, he would surely buss quick.

“God, you’re so tight! Fit me so well baby, shit!” Yixing swore, slowly moving his hips back and forth to gain a rhythm.

In no time, Yixing was pounding into your pussy at a speed that border fast and slow. Pulling his hips back enough to snap them back into you, making his cock hit your spot every time. Your hands wandered his body while moans tumbled out, your nails dragging down his biceps before pulling him closer to you. This fuck was different than the ones you’ve had since being here. While it started off rough, Yixing is handling your body in the softest way possible.

His hands were positioned on either side of your head, gripping the sheets there. His eyes were mesmerized by the way your tits jiggled with each thrust he gave. It was becoming too much to bear. “I love you. I love you so much.” The words came from Yixing’s lips in urgency.

Tears had started to form again and you reached your hands up to pull him into a kiss. Using your tongue to caress the inside of his mouth, one of your hands began to pull at the hair on the nape of his neck. As his thrusts grew faster, you anchored your legs around his hips to hold on.

Pulling away, you struggled to catch your breath as the knot formed again. “R-rub my clit baby, i’m so close to cumming.” You cried, focusing on the feeling you were about to recieve.

Bringing a hand down to your throbbing clit, Yixing harshly rubbed circles on it, desperate to see you cum. “Oh shit! Right there, right there, right there!” You squealed, bucking your hips into his hand.

Watching your face scrunch up the closer you got to climaxing had Yixing’s cock twitching inside of you. The feeling itself made you moan and clamp down on him as you came hard. Feeling your walls tighten around his cock as you orgasmed, had him cumming right behind you with a violent yell.

Your thighs trembled as Yixing collapsed gently on top of you. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the hotel room while y’all tried to gather yourselves. Lazily, you began to run your fingers through his hair, feeling him relax even more.

“I love you forever Yi. That’s a promise I do not regret making.” You spoke softly, basking in the afterglow of love making.

Tilting his head to the side, Yixing looked up at you and kissed the valley in between your breast. “I am eternally yours and i’m sorry for reacting that way. I love you too much to let you go. You’re going to be the mother of my kids and grow old with me, I can’t have anyone else thinking otherwise.”

All you could do was smile at your husband’s slight possessive behavior. Marriage wasn’t going to be easy, but with him by your side, you could get through anything.

Taglist: @knjkitten @olamidey

[suhoerections]

UN Village || City Lights

gif by the lovely @yixing-zhang (thank you!! <33) 

⟹ Genre: college!AU || smut || angst || fluff 

⟹ Word Count: 8.6k its a doozy 

⟹ Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!reader

⟹ Warnings: Explicit public situations || Explicit public sex || Begging || Oral: fem receiving || Orgasm denial to the point of tears || Praise || Mild dirty talk || Dom!Baekhyun || Swearing || 

⟹ Summary: Baekhyun was adorable, with his cute grins and stupid jokes you fell for him quick - but he had a secret. 

⟹ Tag List:  @byunfirstlady @kyungseokie @baekwell--tart @fairyyeols @forbyun @yayitsjay @itsmimilam @khelmatic @rosyyeols @thatanonymousgirl-as14 @bloopbloopkai @shreya-pjm @bbhumairaa @flowerline8 

The first part of the CITY LIGHTS series 

The cool night air licked at your exposed skin, the breeze a contrast of the spring day that granted warm sunlight to bask in rather than the silvery moonbeams. A loud laugh cut through the air, bringing your attention to the tall figure of your best friend hurrying down the boardwalk. 

“Hey! Dumbass!” Jongin’s grin was contagious as he stopped in front of you, breathing heavily in the cool night, “I thought we agreed to meet out front the ice cream shop?” 

You laughed at your own mistake, shaking your head slightly, “Sorry, I got there early and walked down, must’ve lost track of time.”

“S’all good,” Jongin spoke casually, slinging an arm around your shoulders and leading you back toward the entrance of the pier, “Thought you ditched us for a sec.”

“Ah yes, because I just love going out with you and your horny friends,” You teased, watching his nose wrinkle in disagreement.

“Its Chanyeol and Sehun though,” He countered, “They aren’t that bad-”

“Chanyeol sat down and recommended me hentai when he was drunk and Sehun’s brags about how much he jacks off in the shower after 2 shots of whatever alcohol there is,” You cocked an eyebrow at Jongin. “I think it’s safe to say they’re your horny friends.”

Jongin opened his mouth then closed it again, “No comment.” 

A giggle escaped you at his defeat, causing him to laugh in response and soon the hearty sound of you both laughing cut through the sound of the busy boardwalk, his arm gently squeezing you in comfort as he led you towards your favorite ice cream shop. Chanyeol noticed you both laughing, his lanky form looming over everyone out the front of the popular store front, one hand up and waving for attention over the crowd of people. 

“What are you idiots giggling about?” He commented, cocking an eyebrow, yet the smirk on his face gave away his teasing nature. 

“About the time you recommended me tentacle porn-”

“Ya shut up!” Chanyeol’s cheeks instantly flushed at your comment, his panicked nature causing you and Jongin to laugh harder, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 

“Oh c’mon Yeollie,” A voice drawled behind you, a shorter male that looked familiar walking out of the busy store with cups of ice cream with Sehun, “We all know you’re a freak in the sheets-”

“Am not!” Chanyeol was absolutely embarrassed, cheeks flushed red enough to compare against a fire hydrant. The stranger’s laugh mixed with yours and Jongin’s, Sehun snickering on the side as he plucked ice cream out of the guy’s grasp. 

“y/n, this is Baekhyun,” Jongin spoke, also grabbing his own sundae from the collection that Baekhyun held, “He goes to the same music school as Chanyeol.” 

“My pleasure,” Baekhyun winked at you, shit eating grin lighting up his boyish features, a mop of silvery hair falling around his eyes.

“No.” Jongin’s tone was curt as he grabbed your ice cream from Baekhyun, handing you the concoction of oreos and ice cream. 

Baekhyun’s grin widened as he threw an arm around your neck, pulling you into his sturdy frame, “Naww, Nini loosen up, I’m not that bad,” He countered with a playful tone. 

You were confused at what Jongin was getting at, though you disregarded it, taking on Baekhyun’s playful nature and leaning into him. He smelled nice, that boyish smell that they all had, your body feeling the inviting way in which his opened up for you into the embrace. 

“What’s up with you, Jongin?” You smirked, cocking your head playfully as your tongue darted out to lick at the ice cream in your cup. 

“Nothing.” The muscles in his jaw ticked and his eyes danced with a dangerous fire that you only saw when he got angry. A part of you felt guilty but you were also confused as to why he was getting riled up at you playfully flirting with Baekhyun. It was meaningless - a bit of fun, though you felt that Jongin wasn’t taking it that way.

“You shove a stick up his ass or something?” Baekhyun mumbled into your ear, his teasing voice causing a small grin to light up your features. Though part of you couldn’t ignore the way his breath tickled your neck, or how his lips brushed against your skin. 

“No, you?” You giggled, eyes flicking to Jongin who’s sudden bad mood lingered between the 5 of you.

“Hmm, neither… maybe Chanyeol shoved one of his tentacle dildos-” 

“I can hear you twats!” Chanyeol cut in, the shade of red on his face almost matching the crimson hair messily falling into his eyes. Baekhyun laughed, your own mixing with his at Chanyeol’s obvious pout.

“Sorry Yeol,” You apologised, a grin still lingering on your face.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, giving you a playful shove with his elbow, yet Chanyeol misjudged his own strength, the push causing your ice cream to cascade out your hands and land on the floor with a milky splat. 

“Fuck!” Chanyeol watched it tumble to the ground with a pout, “I’m sorry,” his voice was apologetic as he frowned at the ice cream smeared across the floor. 

“Its fine,” You smiled at him, knowing he already felt bad enough, “I can just buy another one.”

“Sweetheart don’t bother, the line’s huge. You can just share mine.” Baekhyun interjected casually, letting his arm drop from your shoulders to your waist. 

“You sure?” Chanyeol asked, “I can buy you one if you want.” 

You shrugged, “Its fine, Yeol. I’ll just share Baek’s.” A small smile danced across your lips as you reassured him with your words. 

“Ya, you love birds,” Sehun interrupted with a shithead grin, “Aren’t we meant to be hitting the arcade or something?” 

“No,” You pouted, breaking away from Baek to wrap your arms around Jongin’s back, “Nini promised we could go on the ferris wheel.” 

Relief flushed through you as you felt Jongin soften under your touch, the embrace possibly soothing his unforeseen rage.

“But I wanna go to the arcade,” Sehun whined, “I wanna beat Yeol’s ass in all the games.”

“Ya! I’ll beat your ass first!” Chanyeol cut in, playfully shoving Sehun.

“Fine, we can go to the arcade first.” Jongin stated calmly, gently breaking away from you, “Then we can go on the ferris wheel afterwards, ok?” He smiled at you, ruffling your hair playfully. 

“Fine,” You huffed, watching them walk toward the general direction of the arcade. Though as you started to follow, Baekhyun’s arm snaked around your waist, his grip holding you gently but tight enough to stop you in your tracks.

“Wanna ditch them and go on the ferris wheel?” His sweet voice once again tickled the shell of your ear.

You hummed, mulling it over. Part of you knew you shouldn’t leave them, though the other part of you, the one that had you melting into Baekhyun’s touch, told you otherwise. 

“It’ll be fun,” He cooed, “Plus, we don’t have to deal with Sehun whining or Chanyeol boasting about kicking his ass.”

You giggled at his comment, biting your lip in feigned innocence as you bat your eyelashes at him, “I can’t just leave Jonginnie.” You whined, watching Baekhyun roll his eyes playfully, the smirk on his lips giving away his mock annoyance.

“Please,” He pouted, pushing out his bottom lip and fluttering his eyelashes, “I wanna go on the ferris wheel too.”  

“Fine,” You gave in, “But you owe me.” You stuck out your tongue, causing Baekhyun to chuckle at your childish playfulness. 

“Idiot,” He smirked, bringing a small spoonful of his ice cream up to messily smear across your lip. 

“Meanie,” You countered, licking the sweet substance off your upper lip where he wiped it. 

Though it only caused Baekhyun to laugh, “You missed a spot, dummy.” He teased, bringing his thumb up to wipe the creamy liquid off the corner of your lips, “Such a messy eater...” His voice trailed, eyes flicking down to watch the way your chest dipped as he brought himself in closer. Baekhyun lifted the pad of his finger up to his own lips, sucking the drop of ice cream off his thumb as he kept his gaze matched with your own. 

The action sparked a new found tension between the two of you. Though you left it untouched, pulling away from him to set across to the ferris wheel.

“Tsk, Baek you’re so slow,” You teased, smirking back at him as you tugged on his hand. 

He chuckled, following you through the crowd of people, “And you’re so impatient.” 

“I know.” Baekhyun chuckled as you finished off the remark with a wink, laughing with you as you both stumbled toward the ferris wheel. 

“It kinda smells like ass,” Baekhyun commented as he sat down in the carriage. The ferris wheel was quite modern, the glass and steel providing it to be sturdy and clean, which was unsurprising as it was a main attraction of the boardwalk. 

“Or you’re just getting a whiff of your own,” You giggled, sitting next to him on the plush seat. 

“Yeah but if I smelled like ass you wouldn’t be sitting next to me right now,” Baekhyun remarked as the door sealed shut and the carriage started to move slowly. 

He slipped his arm around your shoulders casually, leaning into you as he watched the view of the boardwalk spread out before you.

“Its beautiful,” You whispered, resting your head on his shoulder, allowing yourself the moment of intimacy you both shared as the view became more breathtaking with the ascent. The only noise that broke the comfortable silence was an agreeing hum from Baekhyun at your comment, his body relaxing into your own.  

A part of you felt played, the way he so casually touched and behaved with you, though, he didn’t behave like a fuckboy. He was too caring and playful - his actions proving that to you. It was his nature, he just felt as comfortable with you as you felt with him. 

“Do you do this a lot?” You asked, feeling the need to calm the part of you that couldn’t help but feel like this wasn’t the first time he was doing this.

“Go in a ferris wheel with a cute girl?” Baekhyun chuckled, pulling away with a playful grin, “Never, Chanyeol keeps me locked up in his dungeon.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the remark, making you giggle at his dumb statement.

“What? His sex dungeon?” The response made Baekhyun genuinely laugh, his eyes crinkled and the melody of his amused noises carrying out through the carriage.

“No, no, I have a lot of study at school,” He said more seriously, his glinting eyes meeting yours, “I want to be a producer, so it's a lot of hard work, more than I bargained for honestly.” 

You couldn’t help but feel the blossoming of warmth in your chest as he made you feel… special. 

“Fair enough,” You hummed, smiling wider at him, “I guess it's been a while since I’ve shared a moment with a guy.”

“You mean go on a ferris wheel with one?” Baekhyun cocked an eyebrow.

“No- I mean like,” You blushed a little, “Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” He grinned, lips curled into a lopsided smile, “That you totally want to kiss me right now?” You rolled your eyes as he finished the question with a snicker.

“No-” “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” Baekhyun’s eyes flashed and the smirk on his lips widened as he spoke the words with the most sultry tone he could muster.

A part of you melted, feeling yourself heat up under the unexpected intensity of his gaze, “Quoting Shakespeare now?” You teased, trying to ignore the way his body inched closer to yours, “I bet you kiss by the book.”

“Only one way to find out,” He smirked, leaning in so his body was almost flush against your own, “Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.”

Baekhyun’s lips were tentative as they gently brushed against yours, allowing you to pull back if you wanted - but you didn’t. You pressed further against him, moving with his body in a dance as your lips pressed firmer against themselves. It was sweet at first, the taste of his strawberry ice cream still lingering on his skin as you held yourselves back, yet as Baekhyun swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the way you opened up to him. He smirked into it, his hands pulling you fully against his body as his tongue explored along with his hands. Baekhyun’s fingers slipped over the curve of your ass, the digits ghosting over your skirt and skating along your exposed thigh teasingly. A slight moan fell off your lips but was swallowed up by Baekhyun, his hands gripping your thigh tighter and pulling you into his lap to straddle him properly. 

His tongue was hot against yours as it moved against the muscle, exploring and delving into your mouth as you opened up for him. You left yourself raw and open for him, letting him take the lead and show you how good he was, giving him the chance to live upto the cocky way he carried himself. 

And fuck was he even better than what you thought.

Baekhyun’s lips left a searing mark against your skin as he broke the kiss to suck on your neck. Your fingers tangled in the silver locks of his hair as he marked you with his teeth and lips, a small moan on your behalf urging him on. The sensation of his fingers slipping under the hem of your skirt had you gasping in surprise, Baekhyun’s hand squeezing your ass as the other skated up the length of your torso to land on your breast.  

“Baek,” The syllable was breathless as the nickname rolled off your tongue, “I-I think we should stop.” You swallowed thickly, suppressing the moans that bubbled in your throat. 

“Why?” He mumbled against your skin, continuing to place messy kisses along the curve of your jaw. 

“B-Because people can see us,” You felt your cheeks flush as you realised the other users of the ferris wheel could easily see through the glass walls of the carriage. 

Baekhyun stilled his lips, dropping his wandering hands and loosening his grip on you, “I mean if you’re not into that then we can stop.” He answered with a shithead grin, eyes flashing mischievously. 

You laughed, moving to sit next to him rather than on his lap, “Baby you have no idea about what I’m into.” You winked, letting the playful tone you used borderline sultry.

“I’d like to find out though,” He whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe in a way that had shivers of arousal coursing through you.

“Maybe another time,” You cooed gently, reaching up to cup his cheek, “I’m busy tonight.”

“Well I’m gonna be busy all night thinking about that,” Baekhyun’s eyes darkened as he looked into your own, “about how your body is so receptive to my touch,” His lips grazed the skin of your neck, placing a fleeting kiss to your flesh, “about how I should take you,” You swallowed thickly, your breathing getting heavier at the implications of his words, “because now that I’ve got a taste,” He placed another kiss to your skin, “I want the whole dish.”

Your breath mingled with his as his eyes flicked up to your own, his lips ghosting yours as he began to close the gap, “You’re special, baby,” He whispered against the supple skin of your lips, “Like nothing I’ve ever had before.”

As Baekhyun brought his lips to yours in a passionate yet tender kiss - you did feel special. 

Byun Baekhyun, in that moment as he held your heart, was perfect. 

Jongin’s brow was furrowed in annoyance and anger as he gripped the steering wheel tight enough to have his knuckles white. 

“He’s so amazing, Nini…” You sighed, leaning your head on the window of the passengers side as Jongin drove down the night stained city streets. 

“Yeah, I guess.” His voice was gruff, eyes dark and concentrated on the road ahead.

“And an amazing kisser and I swear his lips are the softest things I’ve ever felt…” Your voice trailed as Jongin zoned out, trying to focus on keeping his mouth shut and keeping the car going. 

He wanted to pull it over and scream - but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. 

He didn’t want to do that to you, you weren’t ready for it, though he knew you had to find out eventually. He just wanted you to be happy - and that’s what you were. Happy. And Jongin had to be happy for you because you were his best friend and that’s what they did. 

“Nini…?” You questioned gently, noticing his furrowed brow and the glazed out look in his eyes.

“Yeah?” His voice was as gruff as before, the tone unwavering as his grip tightened and the leather of the steering wheel creaked under his fingers.

“Are you okay?” You pouted, studying his features carefully as he wound down the back streets to your apartment. 

“Yeah… just, stress.” His tone was clipped, voice agitated, but you decided not to push it. 

“Just talk to me when you’re ready, ok? I’m here for you, Jongin.” You reached out, gently patting his kneed in reassurance. 

The guilt was eating at Jongin and your concern wasn’t helping him. He was horrible at keeping secrets from you and when it was something that he felt like he needed to tell you, then it just made him feel worse that he couldn’t say. He knows he should, he knows he needs to. 

Jongin slowed the car down out front your apartment, stopping and leaning back in the driver’s seat with a sigh. You frowned at his dismay, knowing something was up but not being able to pinpoint it down. 

“Feel better, Nini.” You spoke quietly, leaning over to kiss his cheek gently before getting out of the car and into the cool night. 

Jongin watched you disappear into the building before lashing out, his hands hitting the steering wheel with frustration. “Fuck.” The syllable was the only thing he could mutter as he tried to tame his emotions and himself. 

The rain left a chill in your bones as you huddled further into your sweater, the fleecy inside warming you. It was meant to be spring, the dawn of summer, yet the thick sheets of rain said otherwise. You enjoyed it though, the rain bringing a comfort to your heart that you found other things couldn’t.

The coffee shop was warm as you walked in, the comforting aroma of rain and coffee coaxing you as you moved to find a comfortable spot in the back of the store. You checked your phone, the screen showing a text message from Baekhyun.

Baek: I’m 2 minutes away, you there yet?

You smiled at your phone, huddling further into your jumper as you blushed at your screen. You felt so idiotic and lovesick - something you hadn’t experienced since high school, but you didn’t care. Baekhyun made you smile and you enjoyed how he made you feel a flutter in your stomach whenever his face lit up. 

You: I’m here, just in a booth at the back. Want me to order for you?

He must have been sitting at the screen because he immediately saw the message though he didn’t type a response. Your brow furrowed but before you could think much into it a wet kiss was placed on your cheek.

“Hello beautiful,” Baekhyun cooed, hands already snaking around your waist, “This is a nice little spot, isn’t it?” 

“I guess it is,” You smiled, cupping his cheek and bringing him in for a tender kiss. His lips moulded with yours gently, arms pulling you into him as he let you indulge in the moment. The taste of rain and something sweet was on your tongue as he kissed you a little harder. 

“Coffee?” Baekhyun mumbled into your lips, one hand sneaking up the hem of your sweater to massage the supple skin of your hips. 

“Hot chocolate,” You corrected with a giggle, placing a small peck on his cheek. 

He gave a small squeeze to your hip before pulling away with a quick, “I’ll be back.” Which he was, coming back with you drinks 10 minutes later, tongue poked out in concentration as he balanced a full glass of hot chocolate and coffee. You giggled at his focused expression, his brow was furrowed and face determined as he got the drinks to the booth table safely. 

“There we go,” He smiled, scooching over next to you and leaning into you, his body craving the touch. 

“Thank you,” You smiled back, brushing some hair out of his eyes. The silver strands were damp with rain but still dry enough for you to be able to brush his hair back without getting your hand wet. He melted into your touch, leaning in to catch you in another kiss as your fingers tangled in the fluffy halo of his hair. His lips were soft as usual, coaxing your own into a gentle dance that you succumbed to. 

The only thing stopping you from properly enjoying it was the burning question you had sitting at the tip of your tongue.

“Baek,” You mumbled into his lips, pulling away gently yet only enough to break the kiss, “what do you want out of this?” 

His brow furrowed slightly, a flash of emotion crossing his eyes as he processed the question, “What do you mean?” 

You tried to stop the habitual way your teeth chewed on your lip, abusing the supple flesh, “Like, do you want to keep going or do you want to fuck and go?” 

Baekhyun smiled gently, his lips placing a small kiss to yours once more, “If I had wanted this to be a hook up, I would have left already.” His words reassured you, voice soothing your worries, “We have a connection, y/n, something I haven’t felt in a while.” 

You smiled gently at his words, within the two weeks you’d been texting and joking around with Baekhyun, you’d felt like you had both grow closer and closer. Though because of exams, this was maybe the third time you’d met up - the second being a movie “date” that Chanyeol third wheeled. 

“Let’s just keep going, yeah?” He placed a seemingly more intimate kiss to your jaw, his lips lingering on your skin, “See where this takes us.” Your fingers tightened in his hair, a small whimper falling off your lips as his teeth grazed your skin. “That sounds good,” You whispered, too indulged in the sensation of Baekhyun teasing your skin, your eyelids fluttering shut and head lolling back to give him more access. His teeth grazed your neck in a way that had you suppressing moans within the hidden corner of the cozy coffee shop.

“You’re so beautiful,” He muttered the praise into your skin, his words having you limp underneath his searing touch. Baekhyun’s hand slipped underneath your jumper, his ghosting fingertips causing goosebumps and shivers to arise along your sensitive skin.

“B-Baek,” You tried to stop him, though he wasn’t having it, his teeth nipping at the sweet spot below your ear.

“No one can see us,” His lips sucked just underneath your jaw, “Its fine.” 

The silver locks of his hair tightened in your fingers as you tugged gently on the roots, causing him to elicit a quiet moan in your ear. The noise went straight through you, sending your body into a wildfire daze of Baekhyun. His body, his lips, his touch, were all you could focus on as he continued to tease you. Your nipples were painfully erect against the thin padding of your bra, your core pounding with desire and want as you felt him pull your body closer to his.  

“Are you free tonight?” Baekhyun whispered, his warm breath fanning over your neck, sending your senses into overdrive. 

“Yeah,” The syllable was breathless, your body already helplessly succumbed to his touch.

“I’ll pick you up at 7,” His lips skimmed across your jaw, “A picnic under the stars hm?” He continued to kiss and suck at your skin lightly, “How does that sound?”

“P-Perfect,” You could barely breathe the single syllable, too immersed in the attention Baekhyun was directing to the sweet spot of your neck. 

“I’ll bring the condoms.”

The sweet taste of him lingers on your tongue as the night breeze gently carried away the warmth of the day. Baekhyun basked in the moonbeams, the silvery light accentuating his silvery hair along with his handsome features. 

He had picked you up at 7 like he said, bringing you, some take out Chinese food and a picnic blanket to a secluded spot on top of an oceanside cliff. The view was spectacular, the moon rising over the ocean in a sight that left you breathless and mesmerized as you leaned back and observed the twinkling stars. 

“Its beautiful,” You broke the comfortable silence first, still studying the expanse of the night sky above you. 

“I knew you’d like it,” Baekhyun turned to you, his fingers skimming along the exposed skin of your inner thigh as he started tracing your curves, “Though I must say, I think you’re more beautiful than the view.” 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the amused smirk that tugged at your lips, “Oh? You really think so?”

“Baby, I know so,” His smirk was confident as he leant into you, his lips soft on your own. Baekhyun’s kiss was tender, gentle and caring as he pulled you towards him. His body was inviting, letting your own open up as he laid you down on the plush picnic blanket. You both made sure to put down extra blankets to make it more comfortable, and it paid off - the soft surface caressing your skin gently. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Baekhyun muttered into your lips, his fingertips skimming across your clothed skin with a feather light touch. Your face flushed, an uncontrollable smile lingering on your lips as you kissed him harder. 

“You make me feel so special,” You giggled quietly, blushing a little harder at the confession. 

Baekhyun smirked, trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck, “Because you are.” You melted under him, fingers tangling in the soft, silvery strands of his hair. The words made your heart feel full, flooding with emotion and love that you felt the burning need to show. 

His touch was feather light along your inner thigh, working up higher as his lips met yours more intensely than before. The kiss was passionate, filled with a lust and want that was projected through you both - the need to become one underneath the star scattered sky was consuming. It ate away at you, your lips kissing with the greed and hunger you felt as Baekhyun’s body react with your own, coming to meet yours in a dance that left you both breathless as he settled between your spread legs.

A gasp fell off your lips, but was quickly swallowed up by Baekhyun as he ground into you, his hardened bulge pressing so deliciously against your aching core. The action sent shivers of arousal coursing through you, your back arching instinctively to increase the pleasure against your core. 

Baekhyun pulled away, his breathing laboured as he pulled away from you completely, leaving you spread out on the picnic blanket. Though as you propped yourself up on your elbows in question, you could see him rummaging through the picnic basket - the moonlight illuminating the gold packet of a condom between his slender fingers. A smirk was apparent on his face as he brought the foil up to between his teeth, letting it hang languidly from his lips. 

“Hold onto this for me, baby,” He spoke, plucking the condom out from between his teeth to place it in between your own. “Good girl,” He smirked down at you, the sultry sight stirring an arousal within him as he settled between your thighs. 

His fingers trailed over the hem of your skirt, eyes twinkling as he pulled the fabric down, shuffling it off your thighs and legs. His lips twisted into an even wider smirk as he surveyed the wet patch on your panties, bringing the pads of his fingers to brush over the sensitive area before pushing down on your clit through the cotton. 

A moan sounded deep in your throat as the pleasure coursed through you, anticipation making your hips arch into his touch. Baekhyun was urged on by your actions, hooking his fingers in the hem of your panties, discarding the fabric in the general direction of your skirt. 

“Look at this,” His voice was breathless, features twisted into amazement as he witnessed your sopping pussy, “Aren’t you just so receptive to my touch.” He emphasized the word touch with drawn out swipe down your lips, the pad of his finger soaked in your arousal. 

A whimper escaped you, your fingers digging into the soft surface underneath you as you let yourself become victim to Baekhyun. 

“Hush, baby,” He placed a feather light kiss to your inner thigh, his body adjusting to settle himself right in front of your core, “I just need to make sure you’re wet enough for my cock.” 

Your teeth dug gently into the golden foil situated between them, anticipation flooding your body as you felt his breath fan over your wetness, his lips so close to providing the release you needed. A long lick from the base of your entrance to your clit had your hands flying to Baekhyun’s hair, the silver locks tangling in your fingers as you felt his tongue probe. 

The muscle flicked over your dissatisfied clit, the swollen bundle sending shots of pleasure coursing through you every time he gently brushed the nub. His sudden actions had you arching into his face, his hands hooking around your thighs and pulling your pussy further into his eager mouth. 

Baekhyun’s lips were fast and hungry, the action of him messily sucking on your clit causing the obscene sounds to mix with your quiet moans. The sensation would have had you grinding into his mouth, yet his hands held you sturdy and still against the onslaught of his tongue and lips.

He had no restraint as he ate you out like the last supper, Baekhyun’s tongue and lips sucking up every last morsel of your pussy as he pushed you closer to the edge. Yet he didn’t just feed off the dripping arousal, your moans mixing with the cool night air urged him to go harder, push you further to the sweet release he could provide you.

Nothing could distract you from the sensation of your orgasm approaching, your high feeling like it was about to hit hard and fast as he continued to suck at your swollen clit. The velvety strands of his hair tangled further in your hands as you let him give you the pleasure you needed so bad, the feeling that your body craved. 

“B-Baekhyun,” His name fell off your lips like a whispered curse along with the condom as you felt your walls constrict in warning of your fast approaching high. Though he didn’t need the way your moans turned into desperate whines as a signal of your release or how your fingers tightened in his hair to tell of how your high was about to hit hard and fast - Baekhyun just knew. 

His lips left one last suck to the overly sensitive bundle, one last suck that had you dangling on the edge of an orgasm you so desperately craved, but denied you of the pleasure of indulging in it. 

Your breathing was heavy, chest heaving as you looked down at his face between your thighs. Baekhyun’s rosy lips were dripping with your arousal while also being pulled back into a smirk, his hair was messy and falling around his eyes in mussed strands while his fingers released their bruising grip on you. 

And God did he look delicious. 

You opened your mouth to protest about him leaving you on the verge of release, yet he interrupted you.

“Kitten, I want to hear you beg.” His voice was calm, yet stern as his eyes danced under the low moonlight. Your breath hitched as you heard his request - no, demand. The way Baekhyun was looking at you, his hands tightening once again on your hips, he wasn’t asking you. 

And you loved it.

“B-Baek…” Your voice was weak, your body still shaken up from the high he was so close to providing you, “Please make me cum…” 

Baekhyun’s smirk twisted devilishly, his eyes glowing with arousal as he heard the whine in your voice, “What’s that baby? You want me to make you cum?”

“Please,” Your eyes squeezed shut and your back arched off the plush picnic blanket as you felt the heat of Baekhyun’s breath fan over your soaked pussy, “Baekhyun, please.”

The way you whined his name, your voice hitching to beg him, stirred arousal within him as he gently placed a kiss to your thigh, “More.” He growled the syllable, eager to hear you desperation. 

A whimper escaped you as you felt his lips trail against your skin, “I need you to make me cum,” He smirked at your words, placing a teasing kiss to your pussy lips - the action causing you to gasp “Baek, please, I’m begging you.” 

The fire coursing through his body was building up, Baekhyun’s arousal slowly reaching an unbearable limit as he felt his hardened cock twitch against the fabric of his boxers. 

“That’s not the magic word, kitten,” His lips were curled back into a smirk as he pushed you further to the edge of breaking, continuing to kiss the skin of your thighs while your high dissipated into a throbbing arousal. 

Frustration was starting to build up, the need and desire for release becoming too much to bare as you felt the remnants of the impending orgasm turn to nothing. “Baekhyun, please just-” His teeth nipped at your pussy lips, interrupting your plea as the action sparked a whine to fall off your lips. 

You were ready to scream as you felt Baekhyun press another kiss to your thigh - he was pushing you to your limit and you were about to break. Your fists tightened in the picnic blanket, trying to hold back the broken tears that pricked at your eyes. 

“Please…” The syllable was a whimper, the plead being the last thing you could think to do as you inevitably felt yourself lose the edge of the orgasm you were so desperate for. Frustrated tears welled in your eyes, enough to lightly fall out the corners while a small sob fell off your lips - you were done, wrecked and left to Baekhyun’s desire as he did whatever he wanted with you.            

“Good girl,” His voice was a small coo, his lips brushing against the wetness of your folds as you felt his tongue dip in for a taste, “You taste so amazing.” 

Relief coursed through you as you felt his lips suck on your over sensitive clit, his actions slower and more steady opposed to the messier nature he showed earlier. Baekhyun gripped your hips gentler, his lips and tongue more delicate as he ate you out slower. A small moan fell off your lips and you melted into his mouth, feeling the build up of your orgasm once again.

“So fucking good…” He moaned the words into your pussy, savouring the taste of you on his tongue as he sucked harder on your clit. Your back arched at the sensation, your high fast approaching as you felt him push you once again to your edge. The ministrations caused by his tongue and lips sent shivers down your spine, the feel of him between your legs was too much, and soon you were coming undone on his tongue.

A choked moan was all you could muster as you tumbled into the abyss that was Baekhyun’s mouth and the way it made you feel so good. His name was like a mantra in your head, the only thing you could clearly thinking about was him as he brought you to your high. 

The picnic blanket was fisted tight in your hands as you shook with the intensity of your orgasm, your body racked up on the pleasure that grasped you. 

“Holy fuck…” You spoke the words breathlessly, completely spent out and wasted as Baekhyun pulled away. 

“So, so tasty,” His tongue darted out to lick his lips clean, a smirk darkening his features as his eyes looked down to see your sopping pussy, “Do you think you could take my cock, kitten? Or would you rather show me what that dirty mouth can do?” 

You swallowed thickly, arms shaking as you sat up on the picnic blanket to look Baekhyun in the eye. The moonlight illuminated the mischievous glint within them, a smirk resonating on his features as leaned into you, placing his hands either side of your hips to hold himself up. 

“I would love to see those pretty lips wrapped around my length,” His breath fanned over the sensitive skin of your neck, “But I think I’d rather be buried to the hilt in your tight pussy, baby.” 

You whimpered gently, one of your hands gently tangling in the silvery locks of his hair. “Baekhyun,” Your voice was breathless, your breathing still recovering from the high he just delivered you, “Please.” 

He placed a featherlight kiss to your neck, the smirk still adamant on his face as he picked up the golden foil of the condom, “No need to beg, sweetheart,” His lips gently brushed your own as he spoke, “I only want to hear you screaming my name now, ok?” You nodded in response a small ‘yes Baekhyun’ falling off your lips as you watched him pull away with a smirk. 

He made sure to keep eye contact with you as he undid his jeans, pulling them down his thighs and allowing you to see the boner straining against the fabric of his boxers. You swallowed thickly at the sight, your eyes flicking down to watch his nimble fingers pull off the fabric of the boxers. Baekhyun hissed slightly as his cock sprung out into the cold air, the head red and angry with lack of attention. Your tongue darted out subconsciously, licking your lips as you watched him roll the condom onto his hardened dick. 

Baekhyun’s touch was gentle as he laid you down on the picnic blanket, his lips planting soft butterfly kisses along your neck as positioned himself on top of you. “Tell me straight away if anything feels wrong or uncomfortable, ok?” His tone was caring, soothing and gentle as his lips continued to worship your skin. 

“Of course,” Your eyes fluttered shut as you let the anticipation flood through your body.

Baekhyun’s movements were fluid and careful as he pushed himself into you slowly, his hips were careful, making sure you were enjoying the feeling. His length was filling you perfectly, the sensation causing a moan to fall off your lips as he started to move his hips. 

The moonlight caught the silvery strands of Baekhyun’s hair as he threw his head back gently, his face was contorted in pleasure; eyelids fluttered shut and his lips parted to elicit heavenly moans as he continued to thrust. Though the pace was speeding up, his hands planted either side of your head as he began to become harder and faster with his movements. 

The night began to be filled with heavy pants - breathy moans and whimpers being the only thing you could muster as Baekhyun rolled his hips into your own. He was precise, making sure to focus on the way he could get you to let out meek little whimpers of his name or how your nails would dig into his back every time his cock rubbed against the sweet spot that had your vision blurring. 

Baekhyun’s smirk was the only thing you could remember as he gave you the best fucking of your life. The moonlight painting his features was heavenly, but his lips, the rosy skin was pulled back into a knowing grin gave you shivers. He knew he was giving it to you good, rolling his hips right where you needed him and your moans were only urging him on. 

Your climax was growing, and you could tell Baekhyun was nearing his own as well - his hips becoming sloppier and his cock twitching signalled his impending release. Though he still tried to make sure you were feeling good, one hand reaching down to rub at your clit while he angled his hips to graze the spot that had you borderline screaming. 

Yet with one last thrust, he had you coming undone. The coil that had built up in your abdomen snapped in a white, hot light that had your vision black momentarily. The only coherent thought through your thoughts being Baekhyun - his name falling off your lips in a choked moan while your walls tightened and your body shook with the rush. You were hit hard by the orgasm, your back arching and limbs clinging to him to anchor yourself as he pushed you over the edge. 

Though your own release had him coming to his high - his cock twitching one last time and filling the condom with his hot cum. 

“Fuck,” Baekhyun’s voice was melodic in your ear, the breathy syllable cutting through the post sex haze your brain was coated in.

“W-Was it good?” Your chest was heaving, the question falling off your lips without a second thought.

Baekhyun pulled away gently, his eyes bored into your own as the pupils danced with a fire you couldn’t put to an emotion, “Baby… that was the best I’d ever had.” 

It had been another two weeks since that night, the last interaction with Baekhyun being the short texts he’d sent you a week or so ago. Though he was busy - college had him tied around in knots and bending backwards to pass his course, so you understood. 

But it didn’t mean you missed him. 

So that's why you were here, tagging along with Jongin and Sehun to meet at Chanyeol’s shared dorm for a few drinks and a movie they wanted to watch. 

Chanyeol was surprised to see you as he opened the door to let you in, his eyebrows raised in question but were dismissed by Jongin’s grumbled “She wanted to see Baekhyun.” 

“Baek’s out at the moment but he’ll be home soon,” Chanyeol offered you a small smile, opening the door wider to let you all in. “There’s beer and soju in the fridge.” 

“I’m on it,” Sehun replied, tongue sticking out in concentration as he made a b-line for the kitchen.

Chanyeol flopped onto the couch, his lanky form taking up most of the plush surface as you and Jongin squeezed next to him while he started to browse Netflix. 

“Why didn’t you leave me any couch space~” Sehun’s whiny voice was accommodated by the alcohol he carried as he came back a few moments later, handing out the bottles.

“Just sit on the floor,” Jongin countered, letting a shithead grin curl at his lips while Sehun sat in front of you with a pout.  

“Nawww, don’t listen to them Hunnie~ They just don’t understand you’re a little prince who needs to sit his royal ass on the couch rather than the floor.” You smirked, patting Sehun’s head as you joked.

“Ya, shut up,” His hands slapped away your own, smoothing his hair back down from where you ruffled it and getting settled in to watch the movie Chanyeol had settled on. 

Though you weren’t really concentrating on it, the movie becoming a blur of images and noise as you sipped on the soju and let your thoughts wander. You were mostly thinking about Baekhyun, waiting for him to come home and see you, perhaps share a kiss… or two. You wanted nothing more than to see him, cup his cheek and plant a reassuring kiss to his lips, let him know that there’s a school break right around the corner. 

The thoughts had excitement and anticipation flooding your body like a little kid at Christmas - the feeling only heightening as you heard the front door unlock and open.

Yet you heard more than just the front door. 

The high pitched noise of female giggling and a crash against the wall had your spine rigid and your body tense as you looked over the couch towards the entranceway.

The first thing you felt was your heart sinking and your stomach going cold.

It was him, Baekhyun, the boy you had been head over heels for for the last month, the one who told you how special you were, standing there with a girl hanging off his arm and purple hickies adorning his neck. He didn’t look any different since the last time you saw him, apart from the peachy coloured hair he wore instead of silver. It hurt - seeing him completely changed in front of you, completely different and moved on. 

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move as you watched her smirk, her perfect lips pulled back while she unabashedly sucked at Baekhyun’s neck. 

Everyone ignored the movie as they turned to watch Baekhyun with this stranger, the tension thick in the air as it took him a moment to process there were other people in the room.

“What?” His lips were pulled back into a lopsided grin and his eyes were half lidded, his features expressing the drunk state he was seemingly in.

You were still immobile, the only thing you could feel in that moment was the cold sensation in your body and the rage radiating off of Jongin. 

“Uh Baek….” Chanyeol tried to get the words out, but there was an emotion stopping him, one you couldn’t pinpoint or care about. 

Baekhyun seemed to finally register you on the couch, his eyebrows raising as he muttered an “Oh shit,” before laughing.

He was laughing.

The rich noise carried throughout the living room as he tried to contain himself, “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“I…” 

“She came to see you because she wanted to surprise you,” Jongin cut you off through the haze, his voice steely and gaze fire as he glared at Baekhyun.

You could see the girl whisper something in his ear, her unnaturally large breasts pressed against him, though he waved her off. “Baby, go, I have to do something.” She pouted in response but he was quick to push her off and toward the door while you watched in horror and shock. 

“Why…. why would you do that?” Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks as you choked out the question. 

“Do what? We aren’t together,” He cocked his head, walking closer to the couch so you could see him better in the low light, “Baby, I really couldn’t care less about you.” 

You choked on your words, your brain barely comprehending the fact that the world you had built up around Baekhyun was crumbling. He spoon fed you all these lies, making you believe him, feel special and happy because of him. But it was all wrong, everything you’d ever thought for the past month about him was wrong. 

And you couldn’t process that while he ripped into you.

“You really thought you were special, huh?” His lips curled back into a sadistic smile, his eyes flashing with an emotion you couldn’t put a word to, “I really made you believe me…” Baekhyun chuckled, “I literally don’t give a fuck about you, all I wanted was in your pants - I just wanted to see how hard I could make you fall for me before I fucked your brains out.”

Everyone was silent as he spoke, Chanyeol and Sehun just watching you crumble on the couch while Jongin’s gaze was burning with rage and violence.

Baekhyun’s smile widened as he looked you up and down, his ego growing as he watched your tears well and your lip wobble as he prepared to break you down further.

“You were a good fuck, I’ll give you that. But all you really are is another notch on my belt, baby cakes.” He shrugged, “You have no idea how many other girls I was seeing behind your back, I just thought you’d be fun to string along - which was way too easy, just saying.” 

“Shut up,” Jongin growled the words, his fists clenching hard enough that his knuckles were white.

Baekhyun looked away from you to Jongin, “What? You fucking Jongin as well, y/n? Is that’s what got little Nini so defensive?”

“I said shut up,” Jongin’s gaze was fire as it burned at Baekhyun. Jongin was tall, and you really felt that as he stood up to his full height - his shoulders broad and his stance confident as he radiated rage. “You just don’t know when to shut your fucking mouth,” He growled the words as he moved to loom over Baekhyun, walking to stand in front of him, “Like a little bitch ass chihuahua.” 

His brow furrowed as Jongin spoke, “What the fuck-”

“Yap, yap you little bitch,” He cut in, “You know I kept your fucking secret for her, for y/n.” He swallowed thickly, eyes flicking to you momentarily, “I didn’t tell her jack shit about you and your countless fuck buddies because you said you’d changed and you really liked her.” Jongin’s voice was calm, he was at the point where his rage had surpassed the messy anger state, “You lied to me and my best friend, for what? An ego boost cause you think you can stick your tiny dick in whatever you want?”

“No-” “I said shut up, don’t make me say it again,” Baekhyun stared back at Jongin with the same intensity, despite being smaller than the other male, he still refused to back down. 

“And don’t fucking interrupt me again you cunt-”

Baekhyun was cut off by a punch to the face, Jongin’s fist connecting hard to his jaw and causing him to stumble back. 

You, Chanyeol and Sehun were all frozen as you watched it happen, the only thing processing through your brain was Baekhyun’s yell and his muttered curses as he cupped his jaw. Though you were quick to spring into action, moving quickly to grab onto Jongin’s arm and stop him from doing any more harm to Baekhyun. 

“Mother fucker…” Baekhyun growled as he rubbed his jaw, looking up to Jongin with a fiery gaze. 

“No, stop.” Your voice was stern as you spoke. 

Baekhyun was wrong. So so so wrong. You didn’t care about him either, not now and you never will now that he’s shown his true colors. How could you care about someone like him? How could you believe anything he said? Because you didn’t. Of course you were more than a notch on his belt, your existence doesn't depend on Baekhyun’s validation. Your existence doesn't depend on anyone’s validation. You are your own person and you knew that long before you met the piece of shit in front of you.

You were calm as you walked toward him, staring Baekhyun right in the eye as your hand reared back and you gave him a good slap to the face. 

“Grow the fuck up, Baekhyun.” His expression was shocked, frozen as he let the red mark your hand provided grow on his cheek. “I’m going home.” 

And with that, you left.

a/n: ngl i lost my fucking shit over the “yap, yap little bitch” line askdjfha but yes I hope you guys enjoyed!! sorry for the long wait i got very caught up with exams and life but i’m really excited to present it to you all!! If you liked it feel free to leave an ask or reblog!! 

[shaalk]

Great morning

Type: Oneshot

Characters: Yixing X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

Status: Completed

Summary: It’s the day after Yixing and I got together so I know it’s not going to be a good morning, it is going to be a great one.

Words: 1429

I groan as the sunlight hits my face, forcing me awake. I squint my eyes to adjust to the bright light before cursing at myself for forgetting to draw the curtains the night before, or else I could have gotten a bit more shut eye. 

It is only 9:30am in the morning for crying out loud! 

However, I can't worry about sleeping in any longer because I suddenly recall what happened the night before: Yixing's and my confession to each other. 

We are finally together!

I reach out to my right for a warm figure only to be greeted by warm sheets instead, signalling that he had woken up not too long ago. I get up quickly, brush my teeth and skip out of my bedroom, excited to spend the day with my new boyfriend.

As soon as I exit my room, I am immediately greeted with the smell of fresh eggs being fried. 

My boyfriend is making us breakfast! 

I stand at the doorway of the kitchen, hiding myself to secretly watch Yixing cook. My oh my is it a sight to behold. 

He is standing in front of the stove with only a pair of boxers on. The sunlight filtering through the kitchen windows shine directly on his back, highlighting his milky pale skin. All I can think of doing is nuzzling my face in his broad back.

And that's what I do. 

I creep into the kitchen quietly and wrap my arms around his waist. I feel him jolt a little in shock but I just snuggle into his back, inhaling his musky scent and enjoying his warmth. I am slowly melting into the heat he is emitting when I hear him chuckle deeply, making his back rumble as well. 

"Xing-ah, you're so warm and comfy. I could stay like this forever," I mumble into his back as I tighten my arms around him.

He turns around and brings me into his arms, hugging me. 

"Good morning my princess" he greets as he kisses me on my forehead. "Slept well?" I nod my head giddily and shove my nose into his chest. 

Yixing takes it upon himself to card his fingers through my hair. We remain like this for a while, simply enjoying the comfortable silence and each other's warmth.

I could get used to mornings like this.

Soon though, the smell of something burning fills the air. 

"My eggs!" Yixing screams in horror as he turns back to the frying pan. 

I am overtaken by a fit of giggles right away.

Yixing kills the stove and grumpily throws the eggs away. They’re beyond burnt and there is no way to salvage them because they are black and crispy. I can see the male pouting, utterly sad that his once perfectly fine eggs are now in the bin. 

He glares at me, clearly upset that i’m still laughing at his kitchen mishap. 

"Ya! You made me burn my eggs and now you're laughing at me? You're so dead,” he declares as he cracks his knuckles.

Knowing my future, I quickly dash out of the kitchen not wanting to suffer from Yixing's tickle attack. I only make it to the living room which is literally beside the kitchen, when Yixing catches up to me and pushes me down onto the couch. 

He starts tickling me non-stop, enjoying the way I squeal and struggle to escape his attacks. I am wriggling around and tearing because his tickle assault is too much for me to handle. I keep screaming for him to stop but to no avail.

After a minute or so when Yixing thinks that he has tortured me enough, he stops digging his fingers into my sides. Instead, he holds me steadily by my waist so that he can catch my lips in his. 

Our breakfast is long forgotten on the kitchen table as we lay on the sofa even after our mini make out session for another activity. Things escalate rather quickly because Yixing and I soon find ourselves breathless after a morning workout. 

Normally I hate exercising, but the type I do with Zhang Yixing, not so much.  

We come down from our highs and moments later, Yixing flips the both of us so that he is lying on the sofa instead, while I am resting on top of him.

My head finds purchase on my boyfriend's chest, our legs comfortably tangled. Yixing's arms are around me and he is stroking my back softly, almost putting me to sleep. Our sweat is mixing but neither of us mind. 

Yixing runs his fingers through my sweaty locks while I stroke his chest, kissing it every few seconds. I just can’t get enough of him.

"You dressed for me?" He asks out of the blue. 

I am only wearing one of his shirts, which could easily pass as a dress for me. I watch Yixing’s eyes dilate significantly at the sight of me in his clothes. I just smile into his chest. 

"Anything for you Yixing-ah,” I whisper and peck his chest once more. 

His grip on my waist tightens signalling that my reply has tickled his fancy. 

Yixing must have loved my reply a little too much because in a flash, I am flipped over again so that he is straddling me, and the top I am wearing is flung across the apartment. 

Needless to say, it became an extremely stimulating morning for the both of us.

After one more round in the shower, Yixing and I decide to head out for breakfast (or lunch) since we are too exhausted to cook and have nothing to cook anyway. 

Also, Yixing says, and I quote, "I want to show my new girlfriend off to the world." 

So, we stroll hand-in-hand to a nearby popular brunch spot, just chatting about random things.

Even though Yixing and my relationship status has very recently changed from friends to couple, the atmosphere between us is not awkward at all. The conversations we share rarely come to a stop and even when they do, the quietness isn’t uncomfortable. I am really thankful for that because I usually find myself feeling uneasy when moments of awkward silence take place.

Upon reaching the unusually empty restaurant, we are able to be seated immediately. The waiter takes our orders after 5 minutes or so, and then Yixing and I are alone again. 

I am sipping on my glass of water when I catch sight of Yixing staring at me with a fond smile on his face. I try my best to fight the blush that is going to paint my cheeks but I am not able to. 

Yixing’s grin widens, extremely satisfied that he can manage to coax such a reaction out of me.

"What?" I ask, curious as to why Yixing has been staring at me for so long. 

"You're just,” Yixing starts and pauses. I raise my eyebrows, impatient to hear the rest of his statement. "Really pretty,” he continues with a shrug. 

I bite my lower lip, trying to control the wide and ugly grin that is creeping its way out. 

Yixing sniggers harder at my expression and I think I hear him whisper 'cute' under his breath but i’m not really sure because I am still feeling abashed from his previous statement.

Thankfully, our orders arrive, giving me a moment to calm down from Yixing's heart fluttering statement. 

My boyfriend whips out his phone and starts taking pictures of our food while I just sit back and let him do his thing. After all, taking pictures is his passion and forte. 

He is really good at it. 

I make a mental note to steal a picture or two from him after our meal to post on Instagram.

When I look back at Yixing, he is no longer taking pictures of our meal. Instead, his camera is pointed towards me. 

"Stop!" I panic-yell and reach over the table to cover his camera lens. 

I am in my worst state, no make-up on and not camera ready. Despite my complaints, I hear the shutter sounds continue. I start whining and pleading Yixing with my eyes.

Yixing pauses his photo-taking for a moment and pouts. 

"But baby, you know I like taking pictures of pretty things!" 

My mouth hangs open in shock at the cheesy comment, unable to believe that my boyfriend can make such a toe-curling comment. Deep down however, I am loving Yixing's remark because I can feel my heart pounding wildly.

This man is going to give me a heart attack!

A/N: Let me know what you think! Please drop a comment :)

[3rachabffs]

not a date (maybe a date) ➺ zhang yixing

◦ pairings: yixing x reader 

◦ word count: 2.6k

◦ prompt: parent!au + meet messy, exes + “you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

◦ description: when sehun tells you that he convinced his friend to babysit your daughter for you, you can't say that you're thrilled. most of sehun’s friends are exactly like him—partiers, irresponsible, so on and so forth. but meeting said friend puts all your worries to rest.

◦ a/n: cross-posted on ao3

“I can babysit.”

“Sehun, you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

You say that lovingly, of course. Sehun is your best friend and has been since you two were snot-nosed toddlers fighting over who gets to go down the slide first. The only thing that has ever changed in your relationship is that now the two of you fight over who gets to write what editorials for the magazine you work at.

However, you loving him doesn’t change the fact that he’s a semi-irresponsible partier who drinks from dusk until dawn and has no problem with speaking whatever is on his mind, even if it means hurting people’s feelings. As an adult, you can appreciate those traits (to an extent), but imagining him taking care of a child, especially your child… Well, there would be lots of crying and screaming. And that’s only taking Sehun’s reaction into consideration.

“You know,” he replies, “I would take great offense to that if you weren’t one hundred percent correct.”

Sehun spins around in his desk chair and takes a sip of coffee (it’s only 10 AM and he’s already on his third cup, trying to fight the hangover) before promptly turning back around and wiggling his perfectly sculpted eyebrows at you. “I have an idea.”

“Should I be scared?”

“No, no. Of course not.” He pauses, and then sighs. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what? I’m not giving you a look.”

“Yes, you definitely are. You’re giving me your “Sehun is stupid and I’m not gonna go along with anything he says” look.”

“This is just my face!”

“No, your eyes are deader than usual.”

“Ha-ha.”

“Just trust me, will you?” And with that Sehun gets up from his chair, smooths out the wrinkles from his suit, and begins to head towards the elevators.

You slowly spin in your own chair to follow his path as he walks, arms crossed disapprovingly across your chest. “And where are you going?”

“To talk to a friend of mine in Art Media. I’ll be right back, babe.”

You can't help but roll your eyes at his antics. You thought he would stop with the pet names after the HR violation but once the higher-ups found out that the two of you weren't dating and Sehun was very much gay, everyone seemed to stop caring about it (including whoever reported the situation in the first place).

Turning back to your desk, you continue typing up the editorial you were working on prior to the whole "need-a-babysitter" fiasco. You're still not quite sure what you're going to do—maybe you should just cancel the cooking class—but that's an issue you can focus on during your lunch break.

Sehun doesn't come back until you're already printing what you wrote so that you can run it upstairs to your editor. You raise an eyebrow at the mischievous smirk on his face.

“What did you do?”

"I got a babysitter for you."

Alarm bells begin to go off in your head immediately. Sehun said the person he was going to talk to was a friend and all the friends you've ever met of his have been exactly like him—partiers, irresponsible, so on and so forth.

Getting out of your chair, you grab Sehun's hand and pull him towards the break room. He follows quietly, but only until the two of you are a safe distance away from the rest of your coworkers. Once you're behind closed doors, however, he pulls his hand away and gives you one of his signature looks, the—

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I appreciate you trying so hard to get a babysitter for me but, Sehun, come on! I've never even met this guy, how am I supposed to trust him with my child?"

"Well, he—"

"Is he one of your clubbing friends? One of the ones you stay out with until 4 am? Oh my god, he's not the friend who drove you home drunk one night, right? Look, I'll find my own sitter, okay? Thanks for trying but you can tell your friend no thanks."

"Or you can."

You practically jump out of your skin at the new voice that interrupts your (one-sided) conversation with Sehun. Leaning against the doorframe is one of the most attractive men you've ever seen, what with his dark, slicked-back hair and proportions that could rival those of a male model.

"I-I'm sorry?" you stutter. "What did you say?"

Sehun claps, looking all too happy for the situation at hand. "Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to Yixing, the friend I was talking about. I brought him with me because I know you would want to meet him."

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that in the next two seconds you'll magically be teleported anywhere other than here. But alas, you are not Dorothy with her magic red heels. So, you decide to be a responsible adult and apologize.

"Yixing, I am so, so sorry for anything you might have overheard. It's just... when it comes to Naeun, I'm so protective."

Yixing, bless his heart, smiles at you and alleviates all of your worries. "Hey, it's alright. I'm the same with my kid, too." The surprise must be written all over your face because he continues, "I'm guessing you didn't expect Sehun to have friends—other than you—that have kids."

"Honestly? I didn't. He's kinda stuck with me since we grew up together, after all."

"Well, let me shock you some more. Another friend of ours, Jongdae, also has a kid."

Turning to Sehun, you cross your arms. "You never thought to introduce me to these friends of yours? People that I could relate to?"

Sehun just shrugs. "Not really."

You roll your eyes. "And that's why I never expect anything from you."

"I like not being held to expectations."

Yixing laughs, amused by your bickering. "Not to interrupt but, Y/N, now that you know I'm not one of his quote-unquote clubbing friends, do you trust me to take care of Naeun? I figured it would be nice for her and my daughter to hang out with one another since they're around the same age."

You take a moment to think but, honestly, it's just for show. In the few minutes you've spent with him, you can tell that he's trustworthy enough to take care of your daughter. "That sounds lovely. What time's your lunch? Maybe we can meet and discuss this further."

"I usually take lunch at 2, but I can fit my schedule with yours. I'm the Art Director so I don't think anyone will fight me on it."

Your jaw drops. "Oh my god, you're the Art Director? I'm sorry, I had no idea."

"It's fine, I don't expect people who aren't in the same department as me to know who I am."

"Right, of course not, I was just surprised.” You give Sehun a look, signaling to him that you want to discuss how he’s friends with the Art Director at a later point. Then, you continue, “Anyways, my lunch is at 1:30, so if that's good for you we can meet then."

"Perfect, I'll meet you in the cafe." With that, he claps Sehun on the shoulder and takes his leave.

Now alone, Sehun focuses all of his attention on you. "Oh, a lunch date, hm? Spicy."

"Sp... Spicy?" You fumble over the word, flabbergasted. "No, no, no, no. Not spicy. It's basically a business meeting. I'm just gonna learn a bit about him, tell him what he needs to know in order to babysit, and let him know what time I'll drop Naeun at his house. That's all."

"I don't know, it kinda sounds like a date to me," Sehun teases.

"In what world does that sound like a date?" Huffing, you push past him and head back to your desk. "Whatever, I need to get my editorial to Minseok. Bug off."

"Y/N and Yixing sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N—"

You hit Sehun on the head using your printed editorial, shushing him. "We're not in kindergarten anymore, Sehun! That's enough, I'm leaving."

"Alright, you minx. Go."

Getting into the elevator, you yell, "I'm not a minx!"

You're instantly swarmed with feelings of regret at your outburst when all of your coworkers turn to look at you and couldn't be more thankful when the elevator doors close.

"So, Naeun is four, right?" Yixing asks.

You take a moment to swallow the bit of sandwich you were chewing before responding. "That's right. And your daughter, Hana, is the same age?

"That's right." Yixing digs into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and takes out his wallet. It only takes him a second for him to locate her picture and hand it to you. "That's her, on her birthday this year."

The girl looks exactly like him, dimples and all. Her hair is a bit lighter though, which you assume is a trait she acquired from her mother.

"If you don't mind me asking, is Hana's mother still in the picture?"

Yixing sighs as he gingerly puts the picture back into his wallet. "No, she's not. She decided that being a mom wasn't her calling and decided to chase her passions in Rome or something like that."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry. That's... wow."

Yixing chuckles, running a hand through his hair and messing it up just enough that a few strands fall perfectly against his forehead. "It's alright. Based on how she acted during the pregnancy, I was expecting the worst. Plus I wouldn't really want her in Hana's life anyway."

"It doesn't sound like you really liked her that much, if I’m being candid."

"No, I guess it doesn't."

The conversation dies down for a few moments as you both take some time to actually eat your lunch. The silence is a comfortable one, which you appreciate. It’s not common for you to feel so at ease with a person you’ve just met.

Yixing starts talking again abruptly. "I think I did love Chengxiao when I was with her. Or at least I believed I did."

You look at him with your cheeks puffed out, mid-bite. You had thought it was a sensitive topic and didn't expect him to continue. Yixing takes one look at you and smiles, handing you a napkin. You take it despite the embarrassed blush on your cheeks. The way he looked at you... It was almost fond. You quickly cast that thought aside, however. Surely you're reading too deeply into things because you’re attracted to him.

"When I met Chengxiao, I was young. 22. I was just starting out at the company and I was so overwhelmed. I was looking for someone to distract me, and she was that person.  We dated on and off for months and things got more serious when she got pregnant.

“My parents suggested I marry her, but she didn't want that and honestly, I wasn't sure I did either. I loved her for what she did for me, though. And even more so now that, because of her, I have Hana.

“But she was a wildcard, always looking for her next adventure. It's why I didn't expect her to stay after the pregnancy, but I'm not upset that she left. I don't think she would have loved our daughter the way she deserves to be loved."

Yixing stops, giving you a bashful look. "I'm sorry, you didn't ask for my life story."

You shake your head vehemently, not wanting him to feel like he overstepped by sharing so much with you. "No, no, it's perfectly alright! I'm glad you were comfortable enough to share something like that with me. It really speaks towards your character."

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And what does it say about me?"

"Well..." You pause, wondering where to begin. "It says that you're an incredible father. You care so much about your daughter and obviously put so much thought and care into anything that involves her. It also says that you're kind, almost to a fault. This woman, Chengxiao, she left you. Yet, you're still thankful to her and hold no animosity towards her. I find that to be very admirable."

By the time you're done, you're sure that your face is as red as an apple. Yixing has been paying you rapt attention, staring at you the entire time you spoke. It’s as if everything you had to say was of great importance to him.

Breaking out into a beautiful, dimpled smile, he thanks you. "I'm honored you seem to think of me so highly already. I hope I don't blow it on our next date."

"Our next date...?" Your heart soars.

He nods. "I'd really like to see you again. And not just when you drop Naeun off later."

"I'd really love that."

"What would you think about getting dinner on Friday night? You, me, and the kids."

The fact that he was willing to include Naeun and Hana on your first real date has you beaming. "That sounds perfect. More than perfect."

"I'm so glad."

On that note, Yixing gets up, smoothing out any wrinkles from his suit before throwing out his trash in a nearby garbage. You follow suit and he waits for you inside the elevator, foot holding the door. He presses the buttons for your floors—8 and 11, respectively. A few seconds pass—floor 1, floor 2—when suddenly he turns to you, grabbing you by the waist.

"Can I kiss you?"

You let your body answer for you, capturing his lips with your own. His touch is electric, sending a tingle down your spine. You get so lost in his touch that you don't notice another person getting on the elevator until they clear their throat.

You and Yixing pull away from each other immediately. Flushed and breathing heavily, you share a guilty look, akin to two teenagers who were caught making out underneath the bleachers. The woman who entered the elevator just laughs and shakes her head, before exiting on floor 6.

Soon enough, you arrive to your floor and bid Yixing goodbye.

"See you tonight at 8."

"See you then. I can't wait to meet Naeun."

The doors close, taking Yixing away. You have a strong urge to act like the dramatic lead in a teen romance movie and lean against them so you can slide to the ground in a lovesick daze. But you're not in a movie, you are an adult in your workplace. So, you smooth down your skirt and march over to your desk confidently, ready to tackle the rest of the work you have for the day. No matter how cute Yixing is, you won't let him hinder your performance.

Sehun eyes you as you approach and pounces the second you take a seat. "Tell me everything. I know something happened, you're practically glowing."

You keep your lips shut tight, not wanting to play into his antics. He gasps, taking your silence as an answer in itself. "You two didn't hook up in a storage room or something, did you? That'd be amazing."

Glaring at him, you respond, "No, we didn't." You turn back to your computer, ready to continue your work, but you can feel his stare boring into your side. With a sigh, you concede. "We did kiss in the elevator, though."

"Oh my god, yes! I should become a matchmaker or something, I swear."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get back to work, slacker."

"Just say thank you."

There are a few colorful words you’d like to say that certainly aren’t even close to being thank you, but you bite your tongue.  "Alright. Thank you."

"I better be your best man at the wedding."

"Oh, Sehun, shut up!"

[exodusmc]

Outsider 03

Genre: Power au, war au, rebel au

Words: 1449

Paring: Light manipulator Baekhyun  x  Lieutenant Reader

Side character/s: Yixing

Warning!: Nightmares, mentions death, mentions of lost childhood

a/n:  :)

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Bullets roared around you, the sound of humans turning inhuman. You were scared, tears streaming down your face. Why was this happening? Why was your mother pushing you back with her wind she only used to let you fly?

“MOM!”

Sweat poured down your body, chest heaving hard. The nightmare of people you didn't know, couldn't know, forced you awake, feelings you thought were dead coming crashing down. The pictures were so vivid, so alive, but wrong. Your parents were killed by the unnatural and you had been raised to make sure they never ever again tried to break free, tried to kill. It couldn't be your nightmare, the girl with wide eyes couldn't be you. Anger drove you out of the tent you stayed in, boots smacking against the faded ground. All around you were tall buildings, empty of any life and painted with red. When you were young, had this city been raided and cleaned out, you had been there...you had watched. But it was just a dream, a horrible dream filled death. Just like then were you running with the gun in your hand, just like then were your thoughts fading to white noise. The city loomed over you with the past, tried to trip you. You stopped to take a breath when a soft sound reached your ears, set your instincts on high alert. No one was supposed to be here, it was illegal and punished by death. The gun felt heavy in your hand, not like the flowers you touch when the forest welcomed you in. 

Around a fire was people sleeping, their faces soft and sound, while you were the hunter, aiming at its prey. You watched an older male freez as the click of your gun killed the silence. His eyes were scared, the fire fluttering. One shot was all it would take and he would be dead, erased from this earth, one shot. You could do it, kill five people and walk back like nothing, you should do it, a mark of unnatural shining red on the man’s skin. He had been taken once and somehow escaped, he was supposed to be locked up. Flames danced over your face, down you body and the sigil of the republic, of your leaders, and he could see it, his doom and the those by his side. 

“P-please..don't hurt them..I-I beg you..”all of them had powers, all of the should be punished. 

“I listen to the great republic that is our land, where the humans deserve to live..”you had killed before, you had imprisoned before, so why were you hesitating? Why was dr Zhang’s pleading eyes coming back from when you took that little girl years ago? Why didn't you do your duty?”..I should kill you all..”

-

Baekhyun hissed, his neck awfully stiff from sitting up and sleeping. He was awake now, hair hanging in his falling eyes. The anger which had snaked around him yesterday was gone, only staying in the form of his wish for freedom. There was nothing to do where he was and it lead to a painful memory relapse of all he didn't want to remember. How his mother loved him until she didn't, how he had never been so scared as the first nights behind an old shop. The childhood which was cut short was a mere dream for him, something which he wasn't sure happened. One time was he loved, someone who was like everyone else, but he wasn't meant to be with them. Baekhyun longed after affection however, never let it be his truth. It would just hurt again and he would wake up as the outsider. 

“Get up!”the metal door smacked against the wall, booming through his bones. The soldier was new but still held the same look behind his orbs. They were crazy, all of them.

   “Good morning Baekhyun! How has your stay been so far?” Yixing stood to his right, watching him through thin lenses with papers in his hand.

Everything was white in the room Baekhyun guessed was an examination room, his blood turning cold. The doctor hadn't seen the boy for two weeks and he started to notice the paleing of his skin but the small increase of roundness to his cheeks. He knew there was darkness looming in his mind but at the same time was Yixing waiting for the right moment and he hoped that Baekhyun’s darkness would make his light even brighter.

“It’s okay to tell me. I promise I’m a good listener.”Baekhyun didn't trust him and he opted to only nod his head yes. The doctor was on their side, the side which wanted he himself dead. A lump formed in Baekhyun’s throat, feelings going haywire until there was nothing. He realized he didn't belong to any of the two sides, that he was lonely in every form, an outsider from them all. 

“You're not alone here...I’m here..”but he was wrong, Yixing was so wrong, it made Baekhyun almost laugh, almost.”I’m closer than you think..”

The situation turned serious in a second, lights flickering before the got brighter. Dr Zhang's gaze burned with fire and confused Baekhyun. There were so many questions but he wasn't supposed to ask.

“..but so are the others..so is the doom.”

-

“Lieutenant Y/n?” the low voice of an officer woke you from your spacing out, mind turning into mush as it tried to process everything. You felt the gun by your hip, secured and hiding what you did when sleep was not an answer.

“Yes, sir?”gazing at him made you feel sick. Scars painted themself over his face and his nose had been broke so many times it would never be healed fully again. 

“The generals has called for you to go back to the hospital with the unnatural..”unnatural, you called them that too, but had heard things which was way worse, pushing them away like they weren't even a part of you..”..they want a classified report on dr Zhang and trust you with the mission.”

“Okay, sir! I’ll be on my way!”you too felt that the doctor was someone of interested, a person which wasn't sure of his place, a person who was a threat. However, his eyes shone behind your closed ones and they begged you to let the girl he just stopped blood from. You didn't listen, you took her, the first ever one of your successes. 

It had been just like a dream, seeing him sitting over the smaller body, sweat and tears mixing as flowers bloomed around her in the falling city of concret and war. 

-

“You shouldn't be here yet..”the desk lamp to dr Zhang's right sent shadows across his face,  skin bathing in the yellow light as eyes were hard. Outside his window was night settling in, lulling the world when he was still awake, writing reports. His visitor wore red and black but held green in his brown orbs. 

“I know..”water played around in Yixing’s glass, shook slightly when the man leaned forward with a letter.”..but our time is coming, you need to be prepared.”

Eyeing the piece of paper, Yixing sighed. He was surprised at the speed which everything was happening but it was for the better. The faster they were done, the more people would be saved from hell, screams still echoed in his head, wounds still bleed colors other than red. 

“Good night doctor..”with a dip of his head was the visitor walking away, black looking even darker against white walls.

He maneuvered around the building, head held high as he passed doors of boxes. You walked by the man dressed in a soldier’s uniform, side glancing. His face was nice, cheeks having a roundness to them but still on the thinner side, cupid's bow high and hair brown with red undertones. You didn't recognize him, stopping to glare after him as he disappeared around a corner. He didn't fit in, weren't someone who was supposed to be here in those clothes. Yixing gazed at you, saw the way you became more and more suspicious, cursing under his breath.

“Y/n? How come you are here so late?”he smiled, like he always does, ignoring the way you watched him with distrust.”You must be tried! Please go to bed and don't let me keep you awake.”

Yixing placed a hand on your stiff shoulder, tried to decipher your face and thoughts, before bidding you goodnight and leaving with big steps. You couldn't stop thinking about the man you had met and they way the doctor came right on time, distracting you from following the stranger.

Tags: @shesdreaminginoverdose​

[shesdreamingofamonster]

Bound by Blood (I)

Word Count: 3,849

Genre: Vampire! AU, Arranged Marriage! AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Summary: As the princess of one of the six clans sired from the witch who was originally cursed with the vampire virus, you were beckoned to be married to a young Prince before he can assume the throne. You may find more than just your fiance when you arrive.

This was never a life that you asked for. Surviving on the blood of others, and human blood being the only one that tasted the best and lasted the longest. Vampires were always thought to be fiction. Something that the humans would fantasize about and turn into something to enjoy when they were bored in book or televised form. But for you, it was the most real thing in your life. If you could even call it a life. Being immortal since birth, is that something that you could even call a life? You were conceived between two immortals. Your father always told you that your clan began when a mysterious virus infected his forefathers. It was believed to be from a witch who wanted to stay youthful and beautiful for eternity, but when she turned she had no idea that the only thing that would sustain her was blood. My grandmother claimed that she fed on her children while being driven mad with hunger. How horrible it must have been to receive a curse which was disguised as a blessing.

There are several clans which all began with one of the witch’s sires. Six in total, and they are spread out all over the world. We interact with humans, but they still aren’t fully aware of our species yet. Being the “princess” of the Ambrogio clan, you were obligated to sit in at the meetings with the elders. One of which you were currently in and wishing that you could practice your archery instead. Particularly because you were the topic of conversation.

“The Kharis Clan has just had some interesting occurrences,” Mikal was more lively than usual. Your uncle was many centuries older than your father, but he was never fit to take the throne. So, he opted for the head council position instead. “The eldest son has just been announced to be taking the throne from his father, whom is presumed to have grown tired of ruling.” He then turned to you, “A princess is required before he can officially assume the position. And he has requested that she be from one of the three original clans.” You were the eldest daughter in the house, which meant that you would be in the running. You immediately shot up from your chair. “Uncle, I would have appreciated this announcement in private before you presented it to the rest of the Elders.” Your father gave you a side glance. Since you were not queen, you did not have the authority to speak out like that during the council. You gave an apologetic bow as your father raised his hand to quiet you further. “This is wonderful news for the whole clan. Of course, we will accept the union if the prince so wishes.” And just like that, you remembered that your fate was never entirely your own.

That day you locked yourself in your room. Not that it was so horrible, since it was practically an entire suite. But you couldn’t face your father at your usual training session. They were mostly for show now, since you knew the duties of a queen and the woman of the household like the back of your hand. You were born and bred for this marriage, but even so, you wished that you had more say in the matter.

And when the notice was received that the prince had requested your hand in marriage several weeks later, your mother offered comfort. You knew that she was married to your father in a similar fashion, and you believed that they had grown to genuinely love each other. But now she was sending you off to live the same way that she had to. “Be strong my love. Try to find what makes him kind. That is what I did.” You nodded as she pulled you in for a long hug. Then she went to find your father and make arrangements for your send off.

Your send off to a whole new world with a man whom you had never met before.

The plane ride felt like an eternity. And for an immortal, that took a lot. Thankfully, the Prince allowed you to bring a member of your staff whom you felt would make the transition easier. You turned to face your longest and oldest friend. Amren was turned as a young child after she wandered into your territory. She was orphaned when her family died of sickness and was looking through the surrounding area for shelter. Unfortunately, she was met by one of your subjects who had been looking for a meal. You immediately did what you could to make her feel at home. Only recently reaching your maturity at the time, you were young enough to be a friend and a care taker. She eventually offered to become one of your ladies. You told her that she could live in the estate with no need to work, but she was too grateful to be just another mouth to feed. Centuries later, she was still dedicated to you. She took your hand and squeezed it. It was her who offered to join you in your new life. “I will see if I can divulge anything from the staff. And I will alert you to anything off-putting if I hear it.” You smiled back at her with a nod. Your parents would not be joining you for the union, so Amren was the only familiar person that would be with you until the wedding. She had said a snide remark about this situation after you had gotten on board. “Shipping their daughter away without even meeting the man they are giving her to, that seems questionable.” You had told her that it was their duty to remain in the estate. But truthfully, it would have survived without them for a day or two. “That is what happened with my mother as well. The day comes for every daughter in our family to leave home and create a union for our kind. I am just glad that I have you here for mine.”

Your new surroundings were secluded, much like your old ones to keep the humans from wandering in often. But instead of the cold and dreary mountains, here there was an abundance of greenery. As you prepared to get off of the plane, you tried to put a genuinely happy look on your face. Amren linked her arm with your own. Her closeness was the best comfort you could get at this time. The door opened, and you expected some of the staff to greet you and take you to your new home. Instead, you saw the curious face of a young man. He was dressed in a well-tailored navy suit which was accessorized with a black rose on his chest pocket. His eyes widened when they met your own. A glint of something else flashed over them for a moment before he gave a small bow, “Prince Zhang Yixing of the Kharis Clan. I am honored to finally meet you Princess,” He then turned towards your companion, “and the lovely Amren. I hope that your flight went well.” He was handsome, of course he was handsome. The immortality also came with exquisite features which drew prey in. But for some reason, you saw softness in his features that made you feel less on edge. “The feeling is mutual my Prince.” He offered his arm and you accepted, releasing Amren’s in the process. She understood the workings of the royals, you were only being cordial. This man would soon be your husband anyways. There were two male staff who accompanied him as well. They each held an umbrella. The Prince took one from the dark-haired boy and instructed the blonde one to hold it for Amren. “The sun is very prominent here, I hope that the adjustment won’t be that much of a pain.” He opened the umbrella and held it over you, shielding you from the strong rays. Unlike what many stories like to say, sunlight doesn’t kill your kind. It only irritates them, leading to headaches and slight nausea if stood in for too long. You were grateful for this gesture, as well as the kindness he was showing toward your friend.

The walk back to the estate was full of The Prince giving you a tour of the grounds. It wasn’t that far from where the plane had landed, but it was enough of a walk to get used to the way that it felt when your body would brush against the Prince’s as you walked. There was something about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But just being near him made you feel safe, and at peace. As you walked, he showed excitement for what was to come from becoming the ruler of his clan. You had asked him if he had any plans. When researching your future empire, you were intrigued to know his answer. “I hope that we can do something to keep the mortals away from our land. Any unnecessary death is not going to help us for when we eventually decide to live in a world where they know we exist.” You turned to see the passion in his face. “My men try to find the biggest predator animals in the area for our people to feed on. The animals that would usually cause the mortals harm.” His aspirations were admirable. Especially when some of the other clans refuse to drink anything other than human blood. “You expect us to live in harmony one day?” Your voice was quizzical, unsure if it was something you could see truly happen. “I hope that harmony is possible. They will find out we are here soon enough, and when that day comes, I hope to be more of a friend than a foe.”

His words left a mark on you. His idea was lovely, but you both knew how hard it would be to convince mortals that the people who depend on taking the lives of others could be a friend to them. The front steps drew closer as you made some friendly conversation. Even if it was a short walk, getting to know this man would make the wedding easier. He dismissed his staff and led you into the main foyer. There was a grand staircase on either side of a luxurious balcony. You had seen this design many times. But the floral carvings into the wood that lined the walls of the building seemed out of place. “That design, it is very peculiar.” Compared to the gothic era décor of your old home, this place seemed much more… alive. “The clan’s namesake decided that she wanted a home which didn’t remind her of her deadly state all the time. Grace and beauty, I suppose that is what she had in mind with this.” As he led you upstairs, he traced the outline of the design on the railing. His fingers moving delicately. You noticed that the house seemed to be filled with lots of decorations for the ceremony, but there didn’t seem to be a lot of staff in the halls. He took you down the hallway then turned to the right, leading to another corridor. At the very end of that hall, there were larger double doors. He opened the door, which led to a beautifully decorated room with a canopy bed. It was filled with different hues of purple and silver. You had a room similar to this back home, however it had a balcony which you could walk out onto which had a view of the mountains. “This is your room until you feel comfortable enough to move into one with me.” You turned to him looking a bit surprised. “You gave me my own room?” He gave a soft smile, “Of course, it is only right. I am sure you feel out of place and having somewhere to call your own might make it better.” You spent some time looking around and he admired you from the doorway. “What do you think?” You smiled widely, “It is wonderful! Thank you, Yixing.” That was the first time you had used his name to address him, and he found it very relieving.

His smile made you understand that he genuinely just wanted to make you feel comfortable. He needed a wife to take the throne, but he didn’t want to force you to become a wife immediately. “Princess, please do not be afraid to let me know if there is anything you desire. I know how this situation must feel. The workers and I will always be only a call away. For now, I will leave you to settle in.” Before leaving he turned to Amren, “and your room is three doors down to the left. I assumed you would want to remain close to your lady.” She gave a grateful smile, “Thank you, it really does mean a lot my Prince.” You reached out your arm to take his hand softly before he whisked away. “You truly didn’t have to do all of this. I appreciate your efforts. And please, you may as well call me Y/N. We needn’t the formalities anymore.” He gave a small squeeze, firm but gentle, “Alright Y/N. I will see you for the proceedings tonight.” The way he said your name seemed to sound as if it was meant to be said by him. There was such an odd familiarity, but you released his hand and let him leave to close the door behind him. With his absence came a sort of longing in your bones.

Amren turned to you with an odd look on her face. One that you related with mischievous thoughts from all of your years with her. “What is it?” You asked as you bent down to lift your luggage up. Many of your belongings were sent to the estate ahead of time so that you wouldn’t have to wait for them. Unpacking your favorite casual clothes and laying them out, you weren’t looking at her, only waiting for the response. “The Prince does seem very kind. He is also one of your most handsome suitors yet.” You scoffed. There had been others, but they were hardly suitors. The son of the stable keeper, the high lord from the United Kingdom who didn’t hold any royal positions but was charming enough for a small summer fling, the visitor who brought a dying child to your lands in hopes of saving his life. All of them had their own reasons for getting some bit of your heart. But it was never truly your heart to give. You had to agree that if you were to be bound to someone for eternity, Yixing wasn’t such a bad option. There were princes who had their fun trying to win your father’s approval just for the sake of gaining another place to scavenge for human victims to torment for their amusement. “He does seem genuine. And aren’t we all visions of perfection?” She gave a small giggle. “You know what I mean.” You weren’t sure if you should bring up the odd things that seemed to be happening to you when it came to your new fiancé.

After getting your things all situated, you helped Amren get settled in her own room. It was not the size of yours, but it was bigger than you expected for one of your ladies. She was very delighted. “Look at these silks! They are definitely some of the finest I have ever laid my eyes on.” She leaned over to survey the fabric, taking it into her hands, “My hands too!” You were happy that Amren seemed to like your new home. She was also provided her own bathroom with a decent sized bathtub. You searched for a blue embroidered suitcase and found it sitting near the wardrobe cabinet. A sheepish grin filled your face as you called to her. “Amren, I have a little surprise for you.” She wandered away from the fabric to meet you across the room. “Should I be scared?” You rolled your eyes. “Only if fashion is horrifying to you.” You opened the luggage to reveal several new outfits for her. “I thought that a new home could use some new clothes to go along with it. Of course, I won’t be offended if you don’t wear them, but I wanted to get you something special. For being my most loyal friend and family.” Her intake of breath was enough to let you know that she loved them. She pulled out a cashmere sweater from your favorite designer’s fall collection. “Y/N, you spoil me! Thank you!” She laid the item on the bed before squeezing you tightly. She almost had as much energy as when she was a newborn when she got excited. The sparkle in her eyes was beautiful. “It is the least that I could do. You always mention that you like the things of hers that I wear.” Being a part of high society also had its perks with the mortal world. This particular designer had been dating a very abusive man when you had stumbled upon her. You had your men take care of him and made sure that she lived her life to the fullest. Her designs were in a boutique in a small city before you found her, now they were on the runways of Milan. You always tried to help what humans that you could and turning them wasn’t the only way. You opened orphanages up in the area where Amren was from in hopes of preventing another child from being infected or killed looking for a place to stay. When she found out, she threw her arms around you and wept. She had accepted her fate, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t mourn her mortal life.

You looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was time to get ready. Most of Yixing’s court would be welcoming you to the estate tonight. A party was being held in your honor, and you were supposed to meet the Prince in an hour. Amren’s eyes widened. “Let’s turn you in to the prettiest thing in the room my love.” A few moments later she was leading you back to your room and sitting you down in front of the mirror. The virus made its victims look naturally stunning, but some makeup and hair-dos added allure. Your hair was curled and braided to rest on your head with a small jeweled crown. It was the one reserved for occasions where status was important, but not where you needed to attend to royal duties. A red lip paired with a maroon gown that hugged your hips and spread out near your feet were what Amren decided would make you stand out. Many people think that your kind wear red all the time, in all honestly, most strayed away from the color of their food. Black peep toe stilettos adorned your feet. Looking in the mirror, you seemed almost as dangerous as you were. “I will meet you at the party. Till then, enjoy the Prince’s company.” Amren kissed your cheek as she sent you away.

When Yixing turned, he didn’t expect to be caught off guard by your beauty. “Shall we be off then?” You asked as he took your sight in. Even the scent of you was intoxicating. He lent his arm towards you and you wrapped yours around it. “You look lovely tonight Y/N.” You smiled to yourself before turning your head towards his. “The same can be said for you.” Yixing was wearing a charcoal suit with silver embroidery in the shape of swirls. He led you to what you could only assume was his office. A large mahogany desk sat in the center of the room with a velvet chair behind it. On the desk was a large black box which was also made of the same material. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t have a necklace to wear tonight.” He lowered his arm to take your hand and led you to the desk. “Were you now?” You said back amused and raised your free hand to your collar bone. He opened the box to reveal a silver necklace with a stunning black shimmering stone in the middle. “It is black goldstone, not the most precious, but I thought it was as breathtaking as the woman I bought it for.” The way that the sparkles reflected in the light made it resemble the night sky, miles away from human civilization, where the stars shined brightly for the creatures of the night. “It is gorgeous!” He lifted it from the case and gestured towards your neck, “May I?” You nodded and lowered your hand, leaving your collarbone free for the dazzling jewel to rest upon. You clasped it in your hand as you admired it some more. When you looked up, Yixing was doing the same to you.

There seemed to be something happening between you both which you had never felt before. “Y/N, I hope that I am not being so intrusive, but may I ask you something?” “Of course, anything.” Then he moved closer and it was like you felt an invisible string linking him to you. Making you crave more of him whenever he was near. “Do you feel like we have known each other much longer than we have? As if there is something between us that you cannot explain?” You moved closer, and placed your hand on his chest before looking up at his face, his eyes, his lips. “Yes, I know exactly what you mean.” He placed his hands on your sides, then he casually slid them lower and lower to your hips. The dress leaving little fabric in between your skin and his own. “I think there is a reason why I was drawn to your picture, your description. It is like I was supposed to pick you before I even knew that I would be taking the throne.” You tilted your head up. If your skin could flush, you would be red all over your chest. The closer you were the more your body took over for you. Thought seemed to drift away. You only heard of one thing that could cause such emotions like this in a short time. Some of your kind wait several lifetimes to find what you have found by pure chance. This was the first time that you were alone with him since you had gotten here. The first time that you had truly been able to focus solely on each other. Feeling his hands on you, you wanted him to stay there forever. You wanted him to wrap you up in him and never let you go. “Who would have thought that a princess from the Ambrogio clan would be my mate.”

Your mate. A mate that could have slipped away if the circumstances weren’t exactly as they were.

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[oh-beyond]

Dismissal chapter 2. Wasted (1)

Part of Dismissal series in collab with @messyscriptorium & @sootemptation 

CEO!AU/Angst/Smut

Suho x reader

I would like to thank @heebiejbies​ because of Suhito’s eye description she came up with, and I am totally borrowing ^_~

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Prologue/Dismissal Masterpost

< Smoke & Gold (1) - Oblivion (1) >

“Damn it, Junmyeon!” exclaimed Kim Junseong slamming his hand over his desk. “Do you know how much it costed me this time to cover for the mess you did?”

“But Abeoji~~~,” whined the 30-year-old Kim Junmyeon.

“From now on I will be Kim Junseong sajang-nim, little spoiled brat.” There was no mistaking the venom in Junseong’s voice.

“But there isn’t anything in that place for me. There’s… noth-”

“And by nothing you mean female population. Yes. Accurate. Nothing. Myeon-ah.” His father shook his head in disbelief watching the really poor job he did in raising his only son. The inheritor of the empire he built. “Here I am telling you I will disinherit you, and here you are, still thinking with your…” His father didn’t have the guts to face his son that bluntly, instead he pointed at his crotch with his silver pen.

“Abeoji~~~,” Junmyeon kept whining scrunching his nose. He didn’t believe that this day had really come. His father had indeed threatened him many times, but he knew he would never do it. He wouldn’t just cast aside his own son. His only son. His beloved son that recently had gone too far in his adventures.

A journalist. Junmyeon was sent by his father to be the representative of Kim Inc. for an interview to give an overview of how their company was environmentally friendly; at least Junmyeon was good for the public image. He had it all, the looks, the education… but his father didn’t have in mind the potential danger. Junmyeon taking a liking to the journalist interviewing him.

“She has sued us. Do you even remotely realise what this will mean for us?” asked Junseoung poking on his son’s chest harshly making Junmyeon step backwards in surprise.

His father never looked this pissed. It worried Junmyeon to an extent.

“Abeoji~~~ but she didn’t seem upset.” This time Junmyeon spoke with more caution, his voice lowering trying to read his father’s facial expression.

“KIM JUNMYEON YOU TOUCHED HER UNDER THE TABLE. DO YO-” His father huffed. “I don’t understand what your problem is!”

“She was teasing me, her cleavage, and she kept moving herself to make me lose control. It was all planned, abeoji, believe me,” Junmyeon pouted saying that last sentence.

“Kim Junmyeon!” His father pinched the bridge of his nose. “That is the most stupid reason you’ve given me so far. You will go to the house in Namwon and come up with an idea that convinces me enough to take you back. That or I’ll castrate you. You chose!” he roared.

Junmyeon instinctively shut his legs close covering his manhood with both hands swallowing thickly. His nervousness showed as his sweat formed on his forehead.

“Luckily the journalist didn’t seem as ethic as I thought; she took the money offered and she dropped the lawsuit. Your desires are costing me a lot of money, spoiled brat. I almost wish you were uglier and less… healthy,” Junseong added turning to sit on his office chair.

“Abeoji, please not in Namwon?” Junmyeon tried again, his voice breaking as he pleaded.

“You are going to work. Maybe there, surrounded by nothing but nature you will get inspired to present me with something worth my money. To pay for what you are costing me. Besides… I didn’t just buy that house to gather dust.”

“But I am allergic to dust, do you expect me to go clean and settle down in the mountain all by myself?” Junmyeon kept pouting the way he knew it always worked. He thought it would work this time too. But it was in vain.

“Oh, you poor little boy, I wouldn’t do that to you now, would I? I am not that mean. I sent a maid to have everything prepared for you for when you go, and of course you can bring whoever male friend you might have to join you. However make a wise decision, this isn’t as you know a leisure trip” His father played with his silver pen, just the way he always did during his business deals. He used this as his lethal strategy against his son. Almost like hearing a proposition from the devil itself. You had to be very careful with Kim Junseong.

However, the word maid rang in his ears and suddenly the reality of the situation didn’t feel as bad. Maids were one of Junmyeon’s favourite treats. His factions relaxed and his cheeks lifted in content.

“I can almost read what you are thinking, Myeon-ah. And no she isn’t pretty or young, it’s Kang Seohyun. Please take this more seriously, I am not joking right now.”

“What?” Junmyeon was awoken from his momentary fantasy.

“Yes, the 62-year-old nanny that used to change your nappies and who retired a few years ago. I called her and she is supposed to be there by now. Aren’t you happy that she will be cooking and taking care of you, Myeon-ah?” The smirk on his father’s face grew significantly.

Junmyeon’s face fell over his hands. He was doomed. There was nothing that could be done to change his father’s mind.

“It’s either that or you work as an intern in the company, earning a salary and paying for your expenses from now on. Pay a rent and bills.” Oh, Junseong was enjoying this way too much.

“Fine!” he cried rubbing on his temples as he closed his eyes. “I’ll call Zhang Yixing.”

“Very wise, at least he has a brain, but he’s also one of those that can’t keep it in his pants. Horrible reputation even though he is a monster in business. He is smoother than you are, and not as ‘in your face’ kind of fuckboy, but still the count of women this kid has is as big as yours if not bigger.”

“But I guess in the mountain locked with nanny Seohyun we might as well choke” spatted Junmyeon gathering some courage.

“Tsk tsk tsk, lower your voice. I still I don’t trust you, so my other condition to approve to Yixing joining you is that Do Kyungsoo comes along.”

“Oh my god! You are just sending him to spy on us” Junmyeon threw his hands to the air in disbelief.

“He’s also your friend. See, I am not that mean.”

“He is. But he is the son you never had, right?”

Junseong snorted spinning himself in the leather office chair extremely satisfied.

“Abeoji~~~”

“It’s Kim Junseong sajang-nim, little boy.”

After his mother had showered him with kisses on his inviting cheeks and being drenched by her tears and hearing how much her life wasn’t worth living if he wasn’t near her, he arrived to the hanok tired and pissed.

Junmyeon hated driving, especially when the destination wasn’t going to bring him any joy. He wasn’t lazy per se, on the contrary, he could work well under the stressful atmosphere his father had set for the company, but Junmyeon was the kind of man that liked to reward himself.

A womaniser.

The best word to describe him. His libido was hard to tame or satisfy; as his father said, he wished he wasn’t as healthy, but Kim Junmyeon was the person he was.

He wasn’t one of those dominant CEOs that you were used to read in novels or watch in films. He was no Christian Grey at all, although he had nothing to envy the man. He had the position, the background, the money… and he was gorgeous and extremely fit. His skin glowed in the dark like shiny porcelain, or at least that is a compliment that he often got. His eyes almost held an erotic innocence to them every time he smiled, all he had to do was set a straight face and create some wrinkles on his forehead to look like a sex god and have them begging for him. His hair, black as coal, contrasting with his fair skin, but strangely, it also shined like a mirror. He had a little scar on the bridge of his nose giving his extremely pretty face an edge to it, and finally he had beauty spots scattered on his face in extremely sexy places, as if God crafted him to perfection like that.

Kim Junmyeon would drive crazy any woman in general. He loved the effect he had in them. One night stands were his forte, he had the ability to not only make love to the woman in question but make her fall in love with him, because he was gentle and caring, cheesy even, all part of the plan, a loving woman would be better sex. Who wouldn’t fall for it? It was his strategy. Why be an asshole when he could be nice? It was a verbal contract he had with his victims. His chosen ones.

“I’ll take you on the ride of your life princess,” he’d whisper on their ear while caressing their hair, “just no strings attached, let’s not ruin it with emotions, just give in and you won’t regret it.”

Apart from the amazing sex, emotions always got involved, even if he didn’t lie to them, they’d still hoped for more. A kiss goodbye in the morning would be all they’d get.

Kim Junmyeon had it all when describing the perfect man, except the urge to commit. Committing to one woman wasn’t his style and it would never be.

Or at least that was what he thought.

*****

He knocked on the door of the beautiful hanok his father bought almost a decade ago. It was more beautiful than what he remembered it to be. It was modernised to match any Joseon palace of the time. The big wooden door had a metal goblin door knocker, he felt the thick wooden door with his fingertips admiring how utterly beautiful it was. For a moment, before his former nanny opened the door, he placed the suitcase on the floor and his hands on his pockets turning to face the view. Mesmerised by the smell of pine trees and realising how secluded this was. He sighed trying to be positive about all this.

But his nanny didn’t open the door, he was so used to have the door open for him everywhere he went that he almost forgot he had the key. That ancient metal object that was used to open old doors, doors like this one. When was the last time he opened a door with a key? He was trying to remember. Modern Korea meant passcodes and keypads, and for Kim Junmyeon was an employee greeting him with a smile and a polite 90 degrees bow.

That was no more, not here.

He took the oversized key and entered it in the big hole of the impressive looking door eyeing the goblin door knocker. When he opened the door the place looked spotless clean and even romantic.

There was a pond in the centre of the patio and sliding doors around it, it was very spacious and luxurious. He climbed the two steps trying to remember where were the bedrooms located in this labyrinth of doors aligned.

“Nanny? Nanny Seohyun? I arrived!” He called looking around. “Where are you? It smells really good, I missed your cooking.”

‘I can’t believe I am locked in here with my old nanny. I can’t believe I never brought that tourist here either, show her some Korean culture.’ He thought to himself as he slid open the corridor door looking through the hanok.

“Nanny?” asked Junmyeon trying to figure out where was Seohyun.

“Ah- I got it, ah, yes one more push,” said an alien voice.

He heard a voice coming from one of the bedrooms, however it sounded nothing like his nanny, it sounded feminine and young… he shook the thought out of his head.

‘What the fuck Junmyeon, we are getting delusional, are we? Can’t you even cope for 24 hours?’ He mentally slapped himself.

“Just one more push- ah- ah-.”

He was certain now that he had gotten closer to the voice that it didn’t belong to his nanny. He took his shoes off and decided to tiptoe his way towards where the voice was coming from. He passed the kitchen and 2 bedrooms and the voice was getting clearer and clearer confirming his thoughts. It was certainly not the 62-year-old Kang Seohyun.

He peeked his head with caution not to be seen by this intruder that was moaning in a very suggestive way. Junmyeon had  the idea that melodic female voices always belonged to eye pleasing women. And he wasn’t wrong this time either when he was met by a pair of legs belonging to a young lady under the bed frame.

“Hello?” He called suggestively straightening himself already rubbing his chin. His dick twitching the familiar way it always did prior some fun.

You banged your head on the bed frame, busted and caught redhanded, “Ouch.” You didn’t expect the young master to arrive this early. Or did you? It was the damn orange’s fault that rolled under the bed. You were just about to leave but this orange had other plans.

“And you are?” he enquired calmly.

“I- I,” You kept stuttering, not moving. In fairness it was one of those very low bed frames that usually didn’t fit a full grown person. What were you thinking of when you decided to dive in and get the damn orange the way you were.

“Well? Are you getting out? Not that I mind the view you are giving me,” Junmyeon added, his voice sounding much much closer this time.

“I-,” you struggled to say, “I am stuck ah- I can’t.”

“I think this doesn’t look as bad as I thought it would be, I am starting to think I should thank father for this.” His voice was huskier than before when he greeted you with an enthusiastic ‘hello’.

You felt a pair of hands at your bottom, “Please!” You banged your head again, your eyes doubling in size.

“Shhh, I’m trying to help you out, but if you want to stay there, by all means.”

You questioned his motives but you really needed to get out, “Yes, please,” you whined in a way that was way too appealing to Junmyeon.

He bit his lower lip instantly “Yes? Yes what, precious?”

Precious? Who would call an intruder to their house that? Was he one of those?

“Yes, please, help me get out?”

You immediately felt a pair of hands on your waist, “Lower your head so I don’t hurt you.” His legs landed on each side of you finally managing to pull you out. “Well hello there, are you sent to me by the heavens to help me in my unfortunate exile?”

You turned around looking up at this god-like man towering over you, holding your breath. “Junmyeon-ssi?”

“Well yes, that is me.” He relaxed that smirk on his face sitting next to you in the floor extending his hand for a handshake. “And you are?”

You took his hand getting lost in the feeling of how he enveloped yours, it was warm and strong, and you even had time to notice the beautiful veins that adorned it.

“I am ___. Kang Seohyun-ssi is a bit sick and she asked me to come clean before you arrived. I am sorry, please don’t get upset with her. I really needed the money. I will just turn off the stove and leave.” You tried to get up but he pulled you down to sit back in place.

“No need to apologise, I mean I can keep a secret. You see if father knows about this he will get really upset.“ He began taking the orange off your hand throwing it to the air. “I am nothing like him. You just need to make it up to me.”

“Yes, Junmyeon-ssi.”

“How did this orange get under my bed?”

“I had just finished and I was going to eat it. I am really sorry, I shouldn’t have taken anything, but so… it fell and it rolled under the bed.”

“Hmmm, peel it and let me think of a punishment.”

Punishment? Why was he talking about punishments? He could just dismiss you and it would be over with.

“Do you want to earn some more cash, ___?”

The question sounded off. It was the way he looked when he asked you. Did he need to wriggle his perfect thick eyebrows the way he was while asking?

“If you’ll excuse me, Junmyeon-ssi. I apologise for any inconvenience caused. I need to walk to town to catch my bus.”

This time Junmyeon didn’t stop you and instead he watched how you bowed before leaving the room. Truth was, he needed to hide the tent that had already formed in his pants. As soon as you left, he jumped out of the floor adjusting his pants palming his crotch to the best of his abilities. He rushed outside, holding and grabbing your arm, spinning you around to face him. His hold was tight and his gentle features turned less innocent.

But extremely sexy.

“Did I give you permission to leave the room?”

“I-”

“Do not interrupt me while I talk, and certainly do not leave if I don’t give you orders to do so.”

You nodded as your eyes took in his glowing skin under the sunbeams. At this stage you were certain the sun itself must had been jealous, because Kim Junmyeon did a better job being the sun than the sun itself.

“You came in here without father’s permission. You entered our property without our permission, you benefited from our money taking a job that wasn’t approved by us… all without our permission.” He scoffed looking away exposing his glorious neck to you before returning his gaze. “And you leave me in the room after I was willing to forgive you offering you a job now that you said you really needed the money, and what do you do? Ignore me?” He frowned even more. “Clearly you have no experience at all, have you?”

“Bu-”

“NO BUTS.”

“The- the stove, Junmyeon-ssi.”

“Go do whatever you need to do in the kitchen and return to my room.” You nodded. “Go!”

You run towards the kitchen and Junmyeon could finally smile, he loved how innocent you looked, he even looked downwards and his member seemed to agree. He walked uncomfortably trying to calm himself down adjusting his pants again, but it seemed you had worked in mysterious ways too fast this time that affected him this much.

Junmyeon entered his room and exhaled; he placed his hands over his waist and walked in circles trying to figure out how to convince you to stay. He didn’t know how but he knew it was imperative. He needed you there. Period.

“Junmyeon-ssi?” You called from outside.

“Come in,” he ordered calmly before clearing his throat to look firm like he did a moment ago.

You bowed and entered the room holding a plate with segments of orange beautifully set to look like a flower, “Your orange, Junmyeon-ssi.”

“Thank you.” He took the plate and munched on the orange eyeing you from head to toe. “So, tell me, what have you cooked?”

“It’s just a potato stew; I didn’t have the time to properly buy more things to cook.”

“You need money?” He went to his back pocket to get his wallet.

“Ah, no, no, no.” You shook your hands in front of you. “Kang Seohyun-ssi gave me enough. Thank you.” You bowed again shyly.

“Alright, you are efficient I will give you that. I hope you can cope with my mess, I am messy but I like to be spotless as you can see.” He pointed at his attire. “You seem inexperienced, but you will learn, especially as it’s only me you need to take care of.”

“But- Kang Seohyun-ssi will be able to come tomorrow, I just did the heavy duty cleaning.”

“I will call her, I prefer you here.”

“But she- the money.”

“I will give her whatever father agreed on with her, don’t worry I am not a nasty person, she changed my nappies when I was little boy, I would like her to relax. Is that so bad?”

“No, it’s not.”

You really thought it wasn’t. It was angelical.

“That is what I meant by ‘do you want to earn more cash,’ I don’t know where your mind took you.”

“I apologise, Junmyeon-ssi.” You bowed again.

“Now, are you interested?”

“The thing is I… it’s only you and I here? And I don’t think-”

“Are you married? Engaged? Boyfriend?”

You shook your head, “no, not anymore, but that is not my poin-”

“Not anymore?” he interrupted. “What happened?”

“Why is that relevant?”

“I need to know a bit about the person who will be sleeping here with me. I mean you are afraid for yourself, but dear, I should too, don’t you think?”

This man was full of surprises.

“I mean how do I know you are not a killer? How do I know you won’t drug me and tie me to bed and rape me? I mean have you seen me? I am handsome, am I not?”

You couldn’t contain yourself and you covered your mouth with both hands trying to suppress your giggle.

Wow… you were beautiful, it caught Junmyeon off guard, suddenly he loved making you smile.

“Right?”

“But I do not plan on sleeping here.”

“Why not? Are you really going to come and go every day? Seohyun was going to stay, it only makes sense, I need attention 24/7, don’t blame me, my mother raised me to be this spoiled man you see here.”

You smiled again, this time giving him full view of it. It was contagious because he smiled too and he showed you his pearly smile as his eyes buried into little half-moons. He looked like an innocent bunny, soft and cuddly.

Cuddly?

Your smile died out of embarrassment looking away. What sorcery was this? You had just met him and you had these thoughts…

“I wasn’t planning on working more than just today, and certainly it took me by surprise, I need to think about it.”

“So you want Kang Seohyun to work instead of giving her the privilege of getting paid for doing nothing? And you lose the opportunity of this stable job? I will pay you double of what she was supposed to get.”

“Why are you so adamant? You are too kind. It’s just too…”

Did you just compliment him? Junmyeon’s heart banged on his ribcage apart from his dick twitching again.

“Too what, dear?” he asked leaning on one leg crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know.”

“So answer me… not anymore? You had a boyfriend before?”

“I was engaged, yes.”

“And what happened?”

“He loved his job too much and he wanted to leave the country and I didn’t want and I really don’t know why I am telling you all this?”

“Well lucky me, then. Put my clothes in the wardrobe and then I’d like to have some of that stew.”

“Bu-”

“I don’t like employees arguing with me, I need peace to succeed in what I came here to do. Now, do as I say.”

And you didn’t know how or why but you found yourself nodding, silently agreeing to be his maid in this secluded place.

You carefully opened his suitcase in the floor. His taste in clothes was exquisite. His clothes were perfectly folded and they smelled heavenly. Just like the owner.

You started unfolding the shirts and hanging them, writing a mental note that you would need to iron them just lightly to be perfect and ready to wear. You hanged his suit jackets wondering where and when he’d be wearing those. You also noticed that he had a liking to turtlenecks, perhaps to hide his perfect neck and Adam’s apple that were crafted by divinity, or to hide the moles that you spotted in there when you took longer examining him.

He was perfect, he seemed funny and kind and caring. Asking about your past… wasn’t he so nice? Of course, men like that existed, and one of them was Kim Junmyeon. The same Kim Junmyeon that you noticed from the corner of your eye that was watching you sitting in the patio, his hands behind his neck.

You turned to face him and smiled bowing at him and you thought he’d get shy because you caught him looking at you, but the smirk on his face just grew bigger, even from a distance it was noticeable. It only meant that he was down to earth and comfortable with people like you. It was like a dream come true having him as your employer.

As for Junmyeon, he was struggling to stay still, chasing wasn’t his style and you hadn’t given him any sign of wanting him to bend you over yet.

Yet…

Yes, yet, he had to convince himself that perhaps you just got out of an ugly relationship and men weren’t your favourite at the moment. He had to be patient.

He watched you get out of the room walking towards the kitchen, he was taking a special liking to this house as he could see all the places from where he sat in the lounge chair.

You came back with a tray full of food and again he followed you with his eyes until you placed the tray on the dining table inside the dining room that was open to the patio. He stood up and walked around the pond, his hands inside his pockets thinking about how lucky he was to not only get a maid that he wanted to hear her moan his name as he fucked her on the heated floor and the sexy surroundings, but being with his father’s blessing. It felt like a reward for being so nice to women. So so so nice to them.

Again, he found you squatted placing the bowl of rice and the kimchi on the low typical hanok dining table; you could lift your bottom just to the perfect angle. Just how he liked it.

“Would you like pickled radish too, Junmyeon-ssi?”

“Ha?” he was awoken from his thoughts of lifting your skirt right there and then and pound on you merciless.

“Radish?” you asked again.

“Ah yeah maybe, thanks.”

“Right away.”

You got up passing him, your forearm touching his as you walked, his body feeling the need and the urge.

He sat down hiding that inconvenient untameable part of his body under the table, picking his chopsticks trying the kimchi. You came back with a small bowl of yellow pickled radish diced placing on the table.

“I am sorry, Junmyeon-ssi, I didn’t ask if you like it diced or sliced and I just-”

“Don’t worry, all good, but yes I like it finely sliced, but this is nice too. Thank you, ___.”

He smiled again and you lost your shit because finally it felt like life was smiling at you. Having a nice boss, a prince-like boss.

“Are you hungry, ___?”

“Ha? No no I, I ate before you came, I-”

“Well bring another orange and sit, we still haven’t talked. I would like to know you better.“

“Here, with you?”

“Yes, please.”

You couldn’t believe that the heir of Kim Inc. wanted to share table with you, but then again why not? He was a gentleman. Prince charming.

You came back with an orange and sat adjacent to him noticing his legs stretched till the place where you should put yours, you looked at him but he didn’t move, so you decided to just sit kneeling, that would be the safest way not to disturb him.

“Just so you know, we won’t be alone. My friends Yixing and Kyungsoo will be joining, so you aren’t here alone with me.” He stopped for a moment a laughed. “And Kyungsoo, I still have to convince not to tell father about your existence.”

He wanted to sound reassuring but it made you more nervous, he noticed how you gulped holding onto the orange.

“Relax,” he said patting your hand, “I won’t let anyone ever treat you in a bad way.” His touch was soft and caring, it would be impossible that this man would be capable of lying or harm you in any way. “I will be your guarding here. I will be your Suho.”

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Header by @messyscriptorium Revised by @messyscriptorium & @sootemptation

A/N: I am cringing pleaseeeeee LOLz Pun intended as a good Suho stan that I am…

Anyways I hope you likes the second chapter, form here I give the turn to @sootemptation to wow us just like @messyscriptorium did. ^_~

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REQUESTS

I will write One Shots, Drabbles, preferences/reactions, fake texts conversations/video, ships and series for following Fandoms/Characters/Stars. 

KPOP

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EXO: Kim Min Seok/ Kim Jun Myun/ Zhang Yixing/ Byun Baek Hyun/ Kim Jong Dae/ Park Chan Yeol/ Do Kyung Soo/ Kim Jong In/ Oh Se Hun,

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The Originals: Klaus/ Elijah/ Kol/ Rebecca/ Davina/ Macel/ Freya

The Vampire Diaries: Damon/ Stefan/ Enzo/ Bonnie/ Elena/ Alaric/ Kai

Marvel: Captain America/ Tony Stark/ Hawkeye/ Black Widow/ Scarlett Witch/ Peter/Pietro Maximoff/ Magneto(jung)/ Charles Xavier(jung)/ Loki/ Thor/Spiderman/ Harry Osborn/Sam Wilson/ Ant-man/

Riverdale: Archie/ Jughead/ Betty/ Cheryl/ Veronica/ Kevin/ Toni

Gotham: Bruce/ Selina/ Jerome

Arrow: Oliver Queen/ Thea/ Roy Harper/ Felicity Smoak

Star Wars: Han Solo/ Leia/ Jyn/ Cassian

Game of Thrones: Danerys/ Jon/ Rob

KDRAMA (actors): Lee Jong suk/ Ji Soo/ Seo In-guk

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I write:

>(male/female) character/star x (female/male/gender neutral) reader (If u don’t tell me specifically which gender I will probably write female.)

>any ships (as long it isn’t incest and no crossover ships)

>FLUFF

>smut (ähm…I will try my best, mostly gay smut...)

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Façade [Chapter 3]

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Language

Summary: You thought you wanted fame. You thought you wanted this. But a part of you still yearned for that normal life, a normal love: finding someone that you love and will love you back with all his heart. So soon enough, this became too much for you.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Epilogue

“Oh wow,” Baekhyun says sarcastically. “I thought you would never call me again with all your moping.”

“Now’s not the time.” Chanyeol sighs exasperatedly. “…I need help.”

“You came to the right guy.” Baekhyun crosses his hands and sits up a bit straighter, mocking a doctor. “Tell Dr. Baekhyun what’s wrong.”

Chanyeol rolls his eyes at his best friend but starts anyways. “I think something’s wrong with me.”

“Really,” Baekhyun sneers. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”

“I’m serious.” He deadpans. “I haven’t been able to sleep well, and—I don’t know. I feel like I have depression.”

“Depression.” Baekhyun repeats. “Well, I mean, that’s not impossible. I guess the divorce has a bigger impact on you than I thought.”

“It has nothing to do with the divorce.” Chanyeol urges, but it’s quiet and unconvincing. He doesn’t even believe it himself. “…But I did have a dream about how we got married last night.”

Baekhyun purses his lips as he looks at Chanyeol dead in the eyes. He wants Chanyeol to know that he’s serious right now, and not trying to joke. “Have you ever considered that you love her?”

Chanyeol blinks. “What?”

“I’m serious.” Baekhyun says. “It’s very possible. You look and act exactly like a man who’s heartbroken.”

The thought has never even occurred to Chanyeol. Him, in love with you? It sounds absurd.

But then again, it’s not so absurd.

“I…No.” He quickly shakes his head. “Definitely not. It’s…it’s not like that.”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes at his oblivious best friend. “I’m pretty sure it’s like that. Just so you know, she likes you too. But you’re too dumb to realize and now she’s gone.”

Words leave Chanyeol mind. He can’t form a coherent thought as information bounces around his skull.

He loves you.

You love him.

You’re gone.

A laugh bubbles from his lips. The hopelessness of it all. “No. It’s not like that.”

It doesn’t really matter now, whether he likes you or not, because you’re already gone. There’s no way he’s ever going to see you again.

“By the way,” Baekhyun interrupts his train of thought with a small grin. “Jongdae knows where she lives. In fact, he’s going to meet her right now.”

“Cozy.” Jongdae chirps as he takes a look around your new apartment; it’s much, much smaller than your old one, but it’s comfy and homey.

“Right?” You smile as you pour some tea for your friend. “How’s it going?”

“I should be asking you that.” He thanks you softly for the tea before staring at you pointedly. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” You say as you sit opposite to him, taking a sip from your cup. “No more busy schedules like I used to have. I can finally relax and enjoy life a little.”

“…And Chanyeol?” Jongdae’s voice drops to a whisper.

You falter. “What about him?”

“Do you…miss him?” Jongdae asks cautiously, carefully weaving his way through land mines. He doesn’t want to push your buttons.

“…A little bit.” You admit honestly. “But I mean it’s only been a month. It’s to be expected after I lived with him for four years.”

“He misses you.” Jongdae purses his lips as he looks at his tea. “A lot. He’s overworking himself and we’re all worried. I think you should go visit him or something.”

“I don’t want to see him.” You say flatly, your voice ringing out in the quiet house. Jongdae doesn’t speak for several seconds.

“Do you hate him?” Jongdae asks quietly, his eyes glancing up at yours curiously.

“No.”

“Then do you love him?”

His question catches you off guard. Your eyes widen as you stare at the male in front of you, a grin slowly growing on his face. You try to recompose yourself and answer, “He’s a good friend.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He points out and you bite your lip. You were trying to avoid his question, but Jongdae is sharp and persistent. “It’s a simple question: do you love him? Yes or no.”

Simple question? It doesn’t seem like a simple question to you. You bite your lip and looking in his bright eyes, you know there’s no point lying or pretending. You trust him, and he’s always been a loyal friend. “Yes.”

“Then why divorce?” He asks incredulously. You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Why divorce?” You repeat. “Because he doesn’t love me.”

“He does!” Jongdae is out his seat now, his eyes wide in attempt to make you believe him. “Chanyeol loves you, he really does. He’s going crazy without you. Just go back to him!”

You smile up at him sadly, your eyes trained on him as he slowly sinks back into his seat, his lips curled downwards in a small frown. “Maybe. But I didn’t feel loved those four years I was ‘married’ to him.” You purse your lips. “I liked him back when we were still friends. His proposal touched me. I knew it wasn’t the wisest choice to accept everything. But I did. Because I would rather Chanyeol marry me than anyone else even if there was no love.

“And now…I’m fed up. I’ve been pretending that the things he does doesn’t affect me. I’ve been pretending that him coming home late all the time is okay, being with other women like I don’t exist. It’s painful. He didn’t care. I just—” You choke. “I don’t want to go back.”

“He was a jerk,” Jongdae agrees, his tone much more gentle now. “But I know he loves you. He was stupid, but he learned after you left.”

“You’re a good friend,” you smile at Jongdae who looks forlorn. “But I would spend more time looking after Chanyeol than convincing me to go back.”

Jongdae goes silent before asking softly, “Did you find a job yet? If you need help you can always come find me or any of the other guys. We’re more than happy to help you.”

“Thank you,” you give him a grateful nod and he flashes you a weak smile before excusing himself and leaves.

“Are you fucking serious?” Chanyeol hollers has he stomps up to Baekhyun with a scowl. “You hired a private investigator?”

“Yes?” Baekhyun looks up at the furious Chanyeol. “And…?”

“What do you mean by ‘and?’” He yells. “That’s crazy! Why would you do that?”

“Because of you!” Baekhyun stands up to glare at Chanyeol heatedly. “I did it so you would calm the fuck down! You’re too fucking stubborn to go see her, Jongdae told me she won’t see you, so the only way for you to get a peace of mind is this!”

Chanyeol grits his teeth but has nothing to say back. Baekhyun only did it for him, but that doesn’t make this okay. “If she finds out, I’m the one she’ll yell at.”

“I’ll try not to let that happen.” Baekhyun cracks a weak grin before plopping back down on his couch. “But until she does find out, this is what we’ll do.”

Chanyeol sinks into the spot next to his friend, exhaustion hitting him. This is crazy. He’s crazy.

He groans. “I hate this.”

“You were a jerk.” Baekhyun points out, hitting a sore spot.

Chanyeol bites his lip. “Yes, I was.”

“Regret it?” Baekhyun smiles.

“Everything.” Chanyeol agrees with a weak smile.

We’re all going mad in slow motion. Everything’s too late.

“Whoa!” You hear an exclamation from the counter as you step up to order your drink. “Aren’t you that famous actress?”

“Was.” You smile at the handsome male who gives you a cute dimpled grin. “I retired.”

“Yes,” he nods slowly, almost a little disappointed. He’s probably one of your fans. “Sad things aside, what would you like to order? On me, because you look like you need it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t—” You start, surprised at his generosity.

“Please, I insist.” He smiles wider at you. “Your order?”

“Well,” you grin. “One caramel latte, please.”

“Coming right up!” He announces as he taps away on the computer in front of him, grabbing a cup and scribbling something on it as he passes it to his colleague.

You shift over to the next counter and wait for your order.

One of the staff hands you your drink and you quickly find a seat in the back of the café where it’s quiet and you slip into the seat, letting out a soft sigh. You’re not really used to the care-free life yet; you’ve always been busy with schedules. Filming for this, promoting that; it’s a bit strange to suddenly have so much free time.

You also need to start finding a job soon, your money wont last for a lifetime.

You exhale deeply upon your problem. You’ve went to a few places for job interviews, but you don’t really have the education for an actual job. You’ve been studying for acting all your life because it was your passion, so now you can’t really fit in with the rest of the world.

Even if you’re famous, it’s not like a company wants an employee who can’t do anything.

“Hello.”

You blink in surprise at the male who suddenly appeared in front of you. The guy who was at the counter just now. “Um…”

“Sorry,” he quickly apologizes. “It’s just that I have a break right now and you seemed deep in thought but I just wanted to come over and ask for a signature? Because I’m—”

You laugh at his flushed face as he rambles on. He quickly stops upon hearing your light laugh. “Sure, I’ll sign for you.”

“Really?” His eyes sparkles as he fishes around in his uniform pocket, pulling out a small notebook and handing it to you. He takes the pen that was clipped to his collar and passes it to you as well.

“What’s your name?” You ask as you flip to a fresh page.

“Yixing. Zhang Yixing.”

“Yixing.” You repeat absentmindedly as you start writing a little message to him before signing at the bottom. “Here you go.”

“Thank you so much!” He looks at your note with bright eyes and a wide smile. “Um…can I take a picture with you?”

You laugh. “You know, I’m not a celebrity anymore.”

“I know.” He emphasizes as he pulls out his phone. “But I’m your biggest fan and whether your a celebrity or not doesn’t change that fact.”

“Ok, get over here.” You smile as you take his phone and he eagerly makes his way next to you, smiling at the camera as you take the picture.

“Thank you so much!” He thanks and bows in gratitude. He was about to leave, but he pauses and turns back to you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watches you nervously.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, cocking your head at his behavior.

“Are…are you okay?” He questions timidly. “You look a bit bothered.”

“I—” Your mouth goes dry. Yixing is such a kind person, and his expression while looking at you is genuinely worried. You feel like it’s okay to tell him your worries. “Actually, I’m not.”

He sits back down as you start. “I actually…I’m not fully over my marriage.”

He nods at this, understanding. “I guess that’s to be expected. You were the Golden Couple, after all.”

“Right.” You smile sadly before quickly changing the topic. “And I’m looking for a job right now. I can’t seem to find a job that I can actually do…”

Yixing perks up at that, his dimples showing again. “Maybe I can help with that. We’re actually hiring here.”

“H-Here?” You ask in disbelief, looking around the café that is almost packed.

“Yep!” He chirps as he jumps out of his seat and pulls you with him. “Come on, it’s not hard working here. It’ll sustain you for now until you find a better job.”

He leads you to the staff-only area of the café and to the manager. “Minseok-hyung, I find someone who wants to work here!”

The said man raises his eyes from the papers he was busy on and zeros in on you with analytical eyes. “Her?” He frowns. “Aren’t you the former actress?”

“Yes.” You nod once stiffly. This man’s presence is a bit stifling. “I…um…really need this job.”

He sighs. “Well, we’re tight on staff so fine. You’re hired. Yixing, you’re in charge of training her. If you have any slip-ups, you’re fired.”

You stand a bit straighter and bow at him in gratitude. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret it.”

“Let’s hope that fame of yours will bring in a bit more costumers.” Minseok smiles tightly at you as he goes back to his paperwork.

Yixing pulls you out of the room and grins widely at you. “Congrats! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Be here by 7:30 and I’ll give you some lessons to prepare you.”

“Thank you so much.” You smile at him gratefully. “Really, you saved me.”

“Anything for my idol!” He waves you off happily. “I’m just happy to be working with you from now on.”

Looks like luck is finally back on your side.

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A/N: I just had to put Yixing in here because I miss him too much. Please tell me how the story is! Thanks for reading~

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When Snow Falls EXO Baekhyun X Reader One-Shot

It wasn’t his fault and yet he felt like it was. Now all his feels is sadness when the snow falls. Everytime it snows, memories would come back and tears would stream down his face non-stop.

Got this idea from my friends, so a special shout out to Allicia, Larra and Kiera.

When Snow Falls

Listen to Miracles in December: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVLxRXoLaas

3rd Person P.O.V

He looked out the window on Christmas Night as the first snow fall started to cover the street. Tears fell from his eyes as memories started to flood his head. Not so long ago he was in the perfect relationship, but if only he was there. If only he came home one minute earlier, she could have lived, she could have been right next to him, in his arms, tonight. The pain, the torture, the acceptance of her death are still tearing him apart. He was told to move on, but, nothing worked. It was all a dream that people hoped could happen. He hated himself for not being with her when it happened, only one minute, only one phone call, one text message could have saved her. “It’s all my fault. If only I was there, she would still be alive now. I wouldn’t have to celebrate Christmas alone, I wouldn’t have to hate winter anymore, I wouldn’t have to hate the snow fall anymore.”

Suddenly the door opened, he looked up and saw his best friend there with a sad comforting smile. “Hyung, gwenchanayo?” He asked. “Yeah.” He answered with a forced smile. His friend’s smile turned into a frown. “Hyung. You know better than to lie to me…You know it’s not your fault. She wouldn’t want you to be like this…” He said, he could see his friend’s puffy red eyes and the tear stains on his face. He walked over to him and pulled him into a friendly brotherly hug, tears filled both their eyes before falling. “I-I just, I just really miss her.” He said in-between his sobs. “I know hyung. I miss her too…I miss my little sister just as much as you do.” He said as tears fell from his face.

“I hate this! I hate winter! It took her away from me! It’s taken everything from me! She was my world, but now she’s gone! I can’t even see the beauty in snow anymore! Everytime I see snow, all I see is her. I can see her smile, I hear her laughter, I see all our memories. I can’t do this anymore…I can’t…I miss her…Please come back…Please come back to me (Y/N)…’ He said sobbing, each sentence grew louder before dying down to a pleading whisper full of tears.

He hugged his friend as tears rolled down their faces. “Why did she have to leave me? Was I not good enough for her? What did I do wrong? Why did God have to take her from me? She was…She was finally mine after so long…Everything was going right for once…I loved her…No, I love her…And I still do…I love you (Y/N)….Please come back. I’ll chang, just…just come back.” He sobbed. But all his friend could do was comfort him, he knew exactly why he was like this. She was perfect for him, the two of them were the perfect couple, they overcame so much hardship to be together. They sat in silence for a while before he spoke up, “Chanyeol-ah, do you remember when you first introduced her to us?” He asked. “Of course I do hyung. It was love at first sight for the two of you.” Chanyeol said. A flashback started to flash through their minds.

Listen to XOXO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGt9WjwcEJU

~Flashback Starts~

“Everyone! I was you to meet my younger twin sister, Park (Y/N)!” Chanyeol said. “Annyeonghaseyo! Park (Y/N) imnida!” (Y/N) said cheerfully bowing 90 degrees.

“I’m Kim Joonmyun, you can call me Suho oppa. I’m EXO’s Leader.”

“I’m Wu Yi Fan, you can call me Kris oppa. I’m EXO M’s Leader.”

“I’m Lu Han, you can call me Luhan oppa. I’m EXO’s Deer.”

“I’m Kim Jongdae, you can call me Chen oppa. I’m EXO’s Chencing Machine.”

“I’m Kim Minseok, you can call me Xiumin oppa. I’m EXO’s Baozi.”

“I’m Zhang Yixing, you can call me Lay oppa. I’m EXO’s Unicorn.”

“I’m Huang Zitao, you can call me Tao, noona. I’m EXO’s Panda.”

“I’m Oh Sehun, you can call me Sehun, noona. I’m EXO’s Maknae.”

“I’m Do Kyungsoo, you can call me D.O oppa. I’m EXO’s Umma.”

“I’m Kim Jong In, you can call me Kai, noona. I’m EXO’s Dancing Machine.”

(Y/N) nod at each member smiling and she turned to the last member only to see him starring at her with his mouth wide open. (Y/N)’s head tilted to the side cutely, confused, she waved her hand infront of his face. He snapped out of shock and turned red, “Um, I’m Byun Baekhyun, you can call me Baekhyun oppa. I’m EXO’s Bacon.”

~Flashback Ends~

“You were so star struck by her, you stared at her for the longest time.” Chanyeol said chuckling lightly. “She looked just like you, she was so pretty.” Baekhyun said turning red. “And when you finally asked her out and stole her first kiss.” Chanyeol said. “You were so angry. I thought I was going to die.” Baekhyun said smiling.

~Flashback Starts~

“Go ask her already Baekhyunnie!” Luhan said. “But what if she says no?!” Baekhyun whines. “Be a man and ask her hyung!” Sehun encouraged. Before he could respond Tao accidentally bumped into him pushing him into (Y/N) who only just came into the room. They both tumbled on to the ground with (Y/N) on the bottom and Baekhyun on top with their lips connected. Everyone was in shock when Chanyeol walked in to see his best friend pinning down his sister and kissing her with the members too surprised and frozen in shock. “YAH! BYUN BAEKHYUN! GET OFF MY SISTER!” Chanyeol exclaimed. The members held Chanyeol back and Baekhyun got off (Y/N), Baekhyun helped her up and both very red. “Baekhyun! Confess now! While we can still hold Chanyeol back!” Kris said. “Confess what?” (Y/N) said. “Confess to you.” Baekhyun said and (Y/N) tilted her head in confusion. Baekhyun got down on one knee, “Park (Y/N), from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked. There was silence before (Y/N) answered, “Yes!” she exclaimed. Baekhyun jumped up and pulled her into another kiss. “BYUN BAEKHYUN! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!” Chanyeol said thrusting about trying to get out of Kai, D.O, Kris and Tao’s hold.

~Flashback Ends~

Chanyeol laughed loudly, “She’s my baby sister. Of course I’m overprotective.” “And remember when she debuted?” Baekhyun asked. “Of course….How could I forget.” Chanyeol said.

~Flashback Starts~

“Oppa! Oppa!” (Y/N) said running into EXO’s dorm excitedly and tackling Baekhyun into a hug. “Woah! What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Baekhyun asked. “I’m debuting in a month! We’re filming the MV in 2 weeks. I’m going to listen to the song and learn the dance this week! Then in 3 weeks I have the teaser filming and photo shoot!” (Y/N) said happily! “Really?!” “Yes!”

Throughout the week (Y/N) was so busy with dance practice and singing practice that she didn’t have time to see her brother, the EXO members or her boyfriend either. But the end of the week she had recorded the song. It was called Goodbye Rain and it featuring Hyunkyu from Bromance.

The week later she was even busier filming her MV. It took over 48 hours to film as there was so much difficultly with filming the video.

Then on the 3rd and 4th week she was busy with the teaser filming and the teaser photo and in the end it was all worth it.

Teaser Photos: http://image.bugsm.co.kr/album/images/original/4401/440156.jpg (imagine it says Angel instead)

http://image.mp3.zdn.vn/thumb_video/2014/07/22/a/c/ac7120e5b02a6a45d6dbbdf790a73f1b_1.jpg

https://i.ytimg.com/vi/rA1rrlQ_WJo/maxresdefault.jpg

http://1.soompi.io/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/53.png

http://65.media.tumblr.com/18f79e20e1ccf6dc1e2c468b3be3316a/tumblr_inline_n8qhcyl64K1qawp25.png

Teaser: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMnYtjO7dlg

MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_TRlWiqH08

Performance Version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ketV7tGfpBw

Her debut performance was amazing. The EXO members couldn’t come to the live show but they watched the live stream cheering her on.

~Flashback Ends~

“Her performance was so good.” Baekhyun said. “That’s true. She could sing and rap amazingly.” “I was quite jealous of Hyunkyu hyung though. He got to feature in her debut video and song.” Baekhyun said with jealousy in his voice causing Chanyeol to laugh. “And when the company found out we were dating and when we revealed to the fans, everyone was so supportive.” Baekhyun said smiling. “Of course! She’s my sister! Everyone has to love her.” Chanyeol exclaimed cheerfully.

~Flashback Starts~

“(Y/N), I want to tell the company and fans about us.” Baekhyun said seriously. “What?! Are you crazy?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, but when she saw his face, she knew he was serious. “I’m serious. I don’t like that other males can flirt with you and I can’t stop them from it. I know you just debuted and all but I think they should know. It means no more hiding and that I can finally tell everyone you’re mine.” Baekhyun said smiling. “Well, if you’re sure.” (Y/N) said. “Great! Let’s go tell me.” Baekhyun said and started to drag her. “N-Now? What about the members? What if they don’t support us? What if your fans leave you?” (Y/N) said as she was being dragged. “The members agreed with me. They actually asked me when I was going to tell everyone. And if the fans don’t support s, they aren’t real fans. Just let me handle everything.” And like that Baekhyun took (Y/N) to SM and told them the truth.

And surprisingly, the company was really supportive and the two told them that they wanted to tell the fans. The company agreed and a press conference was arranged.

“Today I am revealing to everyone that I am dating. Angel, Park (Y/N), is my girlfriend. I hope everyone can support her. I love her and no one can change that.” Baekhyun said. “Thank you.”

The response was crazy. News articles popped out everywhere and the fans, both EXO L and (Y/N)’s fans, Legends, were all supportive.

~Flashback Ends~

“I was really surprised.” Chanyeol said. “I know, but, afterwards, everything was so hard. We were both so busy. We were in Japan while (Y/N) was in America. But, luckily when we had time, we were finally able to move in together.” “She told me…She told me to be home soon. She was going to tell me. And I was going to ask her. Why does God have to be so cruel? If only I was one minute earlier, she would still be here.” Baekhyun said as his smile turned into tears. “It wasn’t your fault hyung. It was that accident.” Chanyeol said.

Listen to Promise: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBcR4OkS_tQ

~Flashback Starts~

“Oppa! Come home early today! I have good news to tell you!” (Y/N) said giving Baekhyun an air kiss and waved him goodbye. “Of course jagiya!” Baekhyun said.

(Y/N) stayed home as she had a cold. She waited for him inside the house until 6pm when he was supposed to be home. The house was getting stuffy so she sat on the balcony at but, she fell asleep outside, in winter, and it started to snow, she started to shiver in her sleep but she didn’t get up.

Baekhyun was caught up at work and when he rushed home he was caught in traffic because of a car accident causing him to get home at 8pm. He was about to pull up at the house when the wind started to blow harshly, strong enough for the car to be pushed slightly, and the snow started to fall harshly as well. He pulled up and was about to get out the car when a body fell from the balcony and before he could react the body hit the ground. He froze for a second before recognizing it was (Y/N), he got out the hurriedly, he phoned the ambulance sobbing, she was bleeding and frozen. (Y/N)’s eyes opened for a second as she saw Baekhyun, she tried to say more but only 5 words escaped her mouth, “I love you Baekhyun oppa.” Causing Baekhyun to cry harder, “I love you too (Y/N).” The ambulance arrived 5 minutes later. They arrived in the hospital 3and (Y/N) was brought to the emergency room and Baekhyun was forced to stay outside. 3 minutes after they arrived, Chanyeol, the Park family and the EXO members arrived. “How is she?!” Chanyeol asked. “I don’t know!” Baekhyun said breaking down. Chanyeol punched the wall causing his knuckles to bleed.

They waited 2 hours when an announcement was called. “Code Red! Code Red! Code Red in room 777! I repeat Code Red in room 777!” (A/N: 777 means heaven)

Their eyes widen, it was (Y/N)’s room. Doctors and nurses rushed into the room and after 30 minutes, they came out with tears in their eyes. “I’m sorry. We weren’t able to save her or the child. “W-What?!” “C-Child?!” They exclaimed. “Miss Park was pregnant for 4 weeks. She was frozen, she barely had a pulse left and from the wind and snow earlier, it pushed her off the balcony. I’m sorry but Park (Y/N) has passed away at 00:00 on the 25th of December in 2015, as well as your child. We apologize. If only she was brought in one minute earlier, she could have been saved.” The doctor revealed. “C-Can we see her?” Her mother asked trembling and sobbing. “Of course. We are sincerely sorry for your loss.” Everyone walked slowly to her room, but as soon as they saw her body, they broke, tears streamed down their face as a sob escaped their throat. They fell to their knees, some punching the floor while some punched their hearts in pain.

“Wae jagiya? I wanted to propose to you. I was finally going to ask you to start a family like you wanted. Why?! Why?!” He said.

The news of (Y/N)’s death destroyed the fans but mostly her friends, family and Baekhyun. Her funeral was held 2 days later, from thousands of people to millions of people showed up at her funeral, fans and idols/celebrities from across the world came to her funeral.

~Flashback Ends~

Listen to Sickness: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qB0LatQ6zjQ

“If only I was earlier. She would still be here, her and our baby. I would’ve been a dad. We could’ve been married.” Baekhyun said crying.

The EXO members one by one entered the room, “Baekhyun hyung, (Y/N) noona wouldn’t want you to be like this.” Sehun said. No one could say anything was listen to Baekhyun crying as tears started to fall from their eyes.

Suddenly a voice spoke up, “Don’t cry anymore. Everything’s going to be okay.” They looked to see (Y/N) there with a baby in her arms. “(Y-Y/N).” Baekhyun stuttered. He tried to get up only to fall on his knees. “God granted me one last wish to see you one last time. It isn’t your fault. Move on.” (Y/N) said. “I can’t. not without you.” Baekhyun said in tears. “You can. Do it for me and Taekwoon.” “T-Taekwoon?” “Appa!” A young voice said. It was a baby boy, he had Baekhyun’s eyes and lips and he had his mother’s face and hair. “This is your son. I was going to tell you but I didn’t make it. I’m sorry.” “No, if only I was one minute earlier, I could’ve saved you both.” “It’s okay. Move on. I love you. we love you. and Chanyeol oppa, take care of him. All of you, take care. Move on, everything will be okay. Maybe…in another lifetime, we can be together again…Goodbye…” (Y/N) said and she and Taekwoon started to fade. “Wait! (Y/N)! Don’t leave! Not again! I love you!” Baekhyun shouted desperately. “I’m sorry. But, move on. I love you.” (Y/N_ said before fading away completely. They broke into tears but smiled as they got too see (Y/N) one last time.

They did as she said, they moved on but every year on her birthday and death anniversary they came and visited. But, Baekhyun couldn’t move on. He just couldn’t and no girl could approach him as they knew he love (Y/N), and only (Y/N).

[jinki-hyung]

Current Works

Includes who will be working on what under the cut :)

Text Requests:

Daddy G-Dragon Sexting his babyboy (MLM)

(S) BTS texts of when their significant other of 3 years wants to consider adoption (MLM) (Started)

(S) Masc! Reader coming out to Shownu (Monsta X) (Done)

Requests:

(S) Jeon Jungkook - BTS - Slightly NSFW - 5 votes (MLM) (Sequel needed)

Rapmon / Namjoon - BTS - Fluff (?) - Manual Request (MLM)

(S) Choi Youngjae - GOT7 - Slightly NSFW - {Freebie: Almost done} - 5 votes (MLM)

NCT Jaehyun as your MlM boyfriend - a mix of fluff and NSFW - Username & Manual Request (MLM)

(S) Jung Taekwoon - VIXX - NSFW - {Freebie: Started} - 5 votes (MLM) (Sequel needed)

Kim Kibum - SHINee - Possibly NSFW - 5 votes (MLM)

G-Dragon - Big Bang- Depends - 5 votes (MLM)

BTS Member (Still thinking about it) - Bangtan Boys - Fluff (?) & NSFW - Manual request (MLM)

(S) Bottom! Im Jaebum / JB - GOT7 - Fluff and NSFW - Manual & Username Request (MLM)  (Sequel needed)

(S) Xu Minghao - Seventeen - Fluff - 5 votes (MLM)

(S) Kim Jonghyun - SHINee - NSFW - 5 votes (Sequel) (MLM)

Zelo / Jun Hong - B.A.P - Fluff - Manual Request (MLM)

(S) Woozi as your MLM Boyfriend - a mix of fluff and NSFW - Manual Request (MLM)

JinJin / Jinwoo x Male Reader x Moonbin - Astro -  Fluff - Manual and Username Request (MLM)

Jeonghan x Male Reader x S.Coups / Seungcheol - Seventeen - Fluff - Manual and Username Request (MLM)

(S) Kim Myunjun - Astro - Fluff - 5 votes (MLM)

Top! Leo / Taekwoon - VIXX - Fluff and NSFW - Manual and Username Request (MLM)

Yongguk - B.A.P - Fluff and NSFW -  Manual and Username Request (MLM)

Bottom! Zico - Block B - NSFW - Manual Request (MLM)

Do Kyungsoo - EXO - NSFW (MLM)

(S)  Lee Jinki - SHINee - Fluff  (MLM)

Zhang Yixing - EXO - Most Likely NSFW (MLM)

Kwon Sooyoung - Seventeen - Fluff (MLM)

Moonsun - Mamamoo - Fluff - Manual Request (WLW) - Goth Mom

(S) Ravi - VIXX - NSFW (?) - Manual Request (MLM)

Key - SHINee - Undecided - Manual Request (MLM)

(S) Jimin as your MLM Boyfriend - a mix of fluff and NSFW

(S) Taehyung - BTS - Fluff - Manual Request (MLM)

Jinyoung - GOT7 - Fluff -  Manual Request (MLM)

(S) Lee Taemin - SHINee - Undecided - Manual Request - Sequel

Park Jimin - BTS - Fluff - Manual Request (MLM)

Jungkook x Bottom Reader (MLM)

Jeonghan as your MLM Boyfriend

top!Yukwon - Block B - NSFW - (MLM)

Bottom (Kinky) Jimin x (Daddy) Top Reader - BTS - NSFW 

We will be trying our best to do these in order of how we received them :)