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cyberexo · 1 year

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S I R E N PT 1 | Byun Baekhyun x Fem Reader

“What the hell are you?”

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warning: may include 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.

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"Ahh it's been a while since we've gotten time to get away like this," Jongin sighed out as he threw himself onto the soft king sized bed, smiling in content at the comforting feeling, "I can just stay here forever"

It's been a while since the boys had finally gotten some time off stage and away from their schedule without the staff or cameras invading every corner of their life for "entertainment" but finally for a change there was going to be none of that, just them and mother nature. All alone on this private island and minds empty of worries and thoughts of work.

Baekhyun only hummed in response, lying face down on the lethally soft bed, he was too tired to vocally express his content, almost deceased with exhaustion. They've all just arrived at their temporary vacation home, it was late and as much as he wanted to wander around the house and explore every corner, he knew he'd be too exhausted to seize the whole day tomorrow, plus it was late so his best deal was to sleep off the jet lag anyway.

Jongin chuckled at his dozing off friend, getting up to leave the room, leaving Baekhyun behind to rest properly while he went on to see what the rest were doing.

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The next morning everyone was up early, loudly discussing what they wanted to do with all the free time they had for the next two weeks over breakfast, "Let's collect shells!", pausing their rather chaotic discussion they all turned to the source of such a lousy suggestion, "Out of everything that we can do Baekhyun, you want to collect shells?" Kyungsoo interrogated, "I like shells!" he defended.

Everyone just shook their head while giggling at the childish activity he wished to partake in, "Let's play in the ocean together first and I'll collect shells with you?" Chanyeol offered, not wanting to see Baekhyun wandering on his own all grumpy.

"Fine," Baekhyun puffed, tuning in to listen to whatever everyone else was talking about whilst he finished the rest of his breakfast.

I'm going to collect as many as I can and stash them in Kyungsoos' bedding, Baekhyun evily thought before taking himself and his dishes to the sink to rinse off.

Sooner or later everyone headed out to the beach, some laid down to tan, others were in the water splashing one another or floating around in the cool water. Chanyeol dunked himself into the water, stealthily making his way over to baekhyun, being able to spot him easily from his red swimming trunks, as soon as he was within arms reach he quickly grabbed onto both of his legs before pulling him down.

Baekhyun could barely manage the most unmanly scream before he was fully submerged into the water, the sound of the boys laughing muffled, his eyes adjusted to his surroundings as he looked for chanyeol who was already at the surface, as if he didn't do anything.

Imitating his friends actions, he swam over to him, and just as he was about to return the favour, something glowing in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Quickly but not quickly enough, he twisted his body to see what it was, he managed to make out something swimming away in the distance despite how blurry his vision was under water, it was too big for a normal fish and too little for anything as such as a shark, before he could investigate any further he felt a pair of arms pull him up to the surface.

"I hope you weren't planning on dying down there," Minseok playfully commentated, letting go of Baekhyun who was busy catching his breath but still deep in thought.

Maybe I was just imagining things, he silently concluded to himself. "There was just a really interesting fish," he managed to say, "And that scream I let out earlier, I don't want to hear about it!" he quickly changed the topic, making an empty threat in case anyone starts to poke fun at his not so manly moment.

"Till today I couldn't think of anything that could be louder than our fans, thank you for showing me that there is!" Suho shouted from the shore, making everyone else around him laugh, Baekhyun let out a fake cry before dunking himself back into the cool waters.

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Everyone was sat in the living room snacking away whilst playing board games or just talking, Baekhyun sat scrolling through his phone trying to find something entertaining but he couldn't, of course normally he'd stick to his favourite webtoons and since he hasn't had time to read in a while he was sure there'd be a lot to catch up on however, the thought of going through a bunch of webtoons and remembering so many different plots exhausted him.

He settled his phone down, looking around to see who was occupied with what, none of the activities seemed that exciting to him, so he got up on his feet announcing he was going on a evening walk just in case anyone starts wondering.

"Don't go too far," Suho called out after him, the motherly instincts spread warmth through his chest, "I'll lay some shells down just in case I do wander off," he assured.

And that he did, he walked an awful lot of distance in such little time. He wasn't sure of what he was trying to get away from or what he was trying to find. Whatever it was that he saw when chanyeol pulled him under water was definitely not just his imagination. It's been eating at him all day

He was far enough from where everyone else was, no longer able to hear the faint sound of shouting and laughter. He watched the last of the sunset disappear into darkness, the only thing lighting up his path was the full moon. Baekhyun softly smiled, closing his eyes to savour the feeling, he walked over to a mount of rocks, submerging his feet into the shallow water beneath him, trying to find a rock with less rougher edges to sit on as he admired the way the ocean shifted from the left to the right.

He couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious swimming creature he caught a glimpse of. Sighing, he started to play with whatever shells he had left in his hand, "Maybe it really was just a fish," he surrendered. He didn't even know why he was questioning it so much, it was the ocean for gods' sake.

He closed his eyes once again, taking in the feeling of the cold breeze of the night engulfing his figure.

"Some pretty shells you got there," a voice spoke, tone almost seductive, which immediately pulled Baekhyun out of his trance, eyes wondering everywhere to find out where the voice emitted from, the darkness didn’t really help much but he didn't have to scan around for too long before his eyes landed on a woman, she looked around his age, hair wet and some strands clung to her face, her eyes wide with curiosity and the way she shone under the moonlight almost made Baekhyun evaporate right there and then, it all happened in a matter of seconds, realising there was a half naked woman staring at him and god knows where she came from.

Baekhyun was a little too quick to get up on his feet, he lost his balance, landing himself in the shallow water below him in the process. Quickly, he recomposed himself, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes as he tried leaning away opposite the mysterious woman who started giggling at his startled state. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the salty water out of them so he could get a proper look at her.

“Who are you?! How did you find me?!” he started interrogating the woman, “Aren’t you going to ask for my name first?” she remained calm, a smile gracing her face, “I’m Y/N.”

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Baekhyun couldn't believe it, he was convinced that he somehow managed to pass out as he was walking around and all of this must be some sort of realistic dream he was having. But no, it was all very much real. He stared you down, eyes travelling from your exotic features to what seemed like a fishes tail, admiring how it glowed in the dark water, an electric blue, but it was all too much for him to process at once. You couldn't blame him of course, he was just a mere human being taught to not believe in this sort of stuff, that you were just a fantasy.

"What the hell are you?"

His words were harsh, but his eyes and tone weren't, "A Siren," you casually answered in a tone that suggested it should've been an obvious answer he could achieve on his own. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, "Was that you this morning, by the reef?" he questioned again, his voice lowering itself with each syllable. "Yeah, seemed like you were having a lot of fun," you said, slightly bitter at how much company he had compared to yourself, "But now, it's my turn,"

With a sly smirk on your face, you moved closer to him, Baekhyun tried to back away but he was up against a rock so not much was in his favour, if he went the other way he'd be out in the open water, your home.

"What are you doing?" he stuttered out, eyes diverting left and right trying to muster up and plan of some sort, "You're not going to kill me are you-"

"That's only going to happen if you try to kill me," you countered, now much closer to him, allowing your hand to travel up his torso, memorising every crevice and detail. His suspicion was unmistaken though, normally you would enthral the men you come across on the island before you drag them to the pit of the ocean, but you were willing to spare the man in front of you, his features were too delicate for you to not savour him.

With the way your nude chest was on full display for him under the moonlight and shimmering stars, your hair wet and the way it clung to your glistening skin was enchanting, his body temperature rising didn’t go unnoticed by you, the tension building up under the garments of his pants, and that handsome face of his, he was for sure a healing sight for sore eyes.

Baekhyun didn't dare move, for a couple of seconds you stopped your movements and looked up to meet his eyes, faces only millimetres apart, none of it felt real, a creature as beautiful as you that he'd only see in fairytales or in the movies he'd watch, he'd even make up his own fantasy in his own head afterwards of what it would be like if such mythical creatures existed.

This is my chance, he silently thought to himself, slowly lifting his hand to place on the nape of your cold neck, bringing you closer to him, both knowing what was the intent behind his brave gesture, your eyes fluttered closed waiting for that magical connection.

"Baekhyun!"

The sudden echo of his name being called out ripped you out of his touch and sent you back into the pitch black waters, it all happened way too quick for Baekhyun to realise, a disappointed groan leaving his lips, he even considered swimming after you but he knew better than that.

He stood up on his feet hurriedly trying to get around the mount of rocks around him, looking back to try and catch a glimpse of you, for it could be the last time he'd ever see you. To his dismay, you were long gone by now. He continued to drag his soaked body to where the voices of his friends were coming from.

“He’s over there!” squinting his eyes to see who it was coming towards him, he could make out Sehuns’ slender figure approaching him with a slight jog, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. “Where on earth- why are you all wet bro?” Sehun questioned his older friend, getting a 360 look at him to see if he was possibly hurt or not, “I accidentally slipped off one of the rocks over there,” pointing towards the mount where the both of you were about to share an intimate moment.

“Are you okay? you must be freezing!” Suho chimed in, finally catching up to Sehuns’ long legs with the rest of the crew. “I’m good, really, I just want to sleep,” Baekhyun grumpily announced, still very much annoyed by their sudden disturbance.

Why do they always have to ruin everything, that’s my job!

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Baekhyun tossed and turned for the majority of the night, it's been a couple of days since his up close & personal encounter with you and he hasn't caught a single glimpse of you since, always going back to the same spot where you met during the day and night. There was only a week left before he had to go back to his busy city life, and he wasn't ready to leave just yet at least not without seeing you one more time.

It was hard to keep his head straight and pay attention to what and who was around him, he was a lot less playful & witty during group activities, your existence completely threw him off his game, and the desire you two shared for each other that night was unmistakable, it frustrated him, the frequent familiar tension building up ever so frequently between his legs every time he’d remember the sight of you, his own hand wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed you. He knew from then no other woman back home would ever come close to you. He hated how he was feeling, and hated himself for letting you get away so easily but he came around to understand, he may have been somewhat calm when it came to seeing a real life, man eating siren. Who knows how the rest would have reacted.

They definitely wouldn't have been welcoming, he concluded.

Baekhyun of course hadn't uttered a single word about you, even though it low-key killed him to keep you all to himself it also gave him an out of this world adrenaline rush, you were his mythical dirty secret, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Most of his friends noticed his odd behaviour but decided against questioning him, concluding he may still not have been able to shake off work stress completely, especially since the ending of their two week vacation was coming to an end soon but really he was just working up different plans to try and lure you in.

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You knew Baekhyun was coming back multiple times through the day and sometimes at night just to see you again, you'd watch him through the water, admiring how his eyes scanned over the waters to try and catch a glimpse of you even if it was just for a second.

While you enjoyed how desperate he was becoming you just couldn't give him what he wanted, at least not for a little time, you weren't the only siren down there and it was risky for you to disappear to the same reef everyday, the rest would get too suspicious and knowing them, they'd 100% follow you but that wasn't even the worst that could happen. If they caught you with Baekhyun they may not even give you time state your reasons before they'd pull him into the waters and you doubt he'd have a slight chance of getting out alive.

So for the past couple of days you've been hiding out by a different corner on the island, far enough from their villa and far enough for Baekhyun to doubt you'd even be. Once a siren emerges out of the water and onto dry land, their tail starts to shed away, uncovering the unused legs beneath, and the unused organs in between.

For Baekhyun you literally learnt how to walk, at least you think you learnt properly, you mostly focused on keeping your balance, assuming Baekhyun would be willing to keep you up and supported once he acknowledges what efforts you've been putting in to be closer to him.

This was very out of character for you, learning how to walk... for a man? it was a laughable cause for anyone of your kind. Normally you wouldn't even obtain a name before you pulled them down to the core of the earth, and how did you know Baekhyuns' name without asking? his friends could wake up the entire hidden city below with how loud their voices were, or maybe it was just your 50 mile radius hearing? nevertheless catching his name wasn't exactly a mission.

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Baekhyun carried out his day like nothing was wrong, laughing along with his friends and making jokes like he normally would, which was a huge relief for them, finally he could relish in the feeling he was there for, but really the reason as to why he was there changed a long time ago.

Of course one of the reasons why was because today he was sure he was going to see you again, talk to you again, and maybe even having your skin finally meet. He made a plan with himself during his sleepless nights, how he'd lure you in and allow himself to indulge in the erotic fantasy that was you.

As the day stretched on, Baekhyuns' excitement and eagerness grew, he was psyched. For the first time in forever he tagged along with Minseok to work out which was very unusual behaviour from Baekhyun but Minseok payed him no thought, enjoying the company for once. Baekhyun followed through with Minseoks' workout routine, even though he felt like the world was caving in on him, he pushed himself to achieve the best muscle definition he could muster, all being in the name to lure you in.

Sooner or later the evening arrived, gathering around the table to share a meal together, Baekhyun made a mental note to not eat so much that he would bloat, that wasn't the look he was going for tonight. Faking his interest in whatever Lay was babbling about and laughing at Suhos' & Minseoks' dad jokes that made zero fucking sense, time was going too slow, he just felt like bolting into the water and pull you out by the tail, the thought alone made him lose it, spitting out his drink all over Chanyeol, uncontrollably laughing at the impulsive thought.

"Okay man, the joke wasn't that funny," Kai interjected his obnoxious laughter, "What are you really losing your shit over?" Chanyeol pushed whilst laughing lightly but also slightly disgusted, as he was still trying to get Baekhyuns' drink and spit off his face. To their dismay, Baekhyun said nothing but continued to laugh instead, leaving them with puzzled expressions.

Soon his laugher died down, the rest of his friends still staring at him dumbfounded at his state, "You're acting like you've never seen me laugh" Baekhyun expressed, wiping away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes. "We have seen you laugh before, just not like THAT." Sehun replied, "So, let us in on the joke!" Chen exclaimed, making the rest nod their heads eagerly wanting to know what could possibly be that funny.

"Nothing! I just imagined something," which wasn't exactly a lie, "I'd like to keep my weird imagery to myself thank you very much." he ended, earning a couple of eye rolls while diverting their attention back to their food, "Of course it would be something weird, whatever it was I'm sure the pope wouldn't even be able to cleanse you of such," Kyungsoo commentated whilst shaking his head, "Anyway Lay, you were saying?" they all continued to tune back into their conversations, Baekhyun taking it as a good time to wrap up his own meal time.

He finally settled into bed, as did everyone else but he wasn't planning on sleeping, he stayed up waiting out every single one of his friends so he could save himself the scenario of being bothered when he eventually left the villa to sought out what he planned on doing.

It wasn't that cold tonight, the wind was warm but not the gross type where it's all humid and you get all sweaty. Beakhyun slipped out of his bed, going to make one final check of everyone being knocked out before he went back to his room to change out of his clothes, making sure to keep quiet as he was sharing the room with Kai, who was knocked out like a baby. He Slipped out of his pjs in exchanged for some black swimming trunks, ones that slightly clung to his legs but not so much that it made him uncomfortable.

He grabbed his phone for some extra lighting, taking one last look at his sleeping roomie before quietly sneaking out of the room and out of the villa.

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You were already at the mount of rocks since the afternoon, hoping for Baekhyun to show himself, but unfortunately he hadn't, and right when you thought about leaving and coming back tomorrow instead, you heard the faint sounds of someone's feet kicking through the sand.

That must be him.

Bitter at how much you had been waiting for him you lurched yourself back into the water, close enough to see him but not close enough for him to see you. Sooner or later, he was standing between the mount of rocks, your breath hitched as you scanned his body.

His lean figure was humbly sculpted, the valleys and crevices of his lean muscle even deeper than before, you rolled your eyes with a smirk tugging at your lips. Must be his way of trying to lure me in, you figured, the way his shorts hugged his thighs perfectly almost made you drool, and his hair- he had such beautiful hair you were almost envious of this mere human. As much as you wanted to throw yourself at him you held yourself back making him wait a little longer.

It didn’t take you that long to catch the flashlight of his phone, pulling yourself into the water just a little more, he paired his voice with his search device, calling your name out. He wasn’t really loud, he knew you could hear him but he still felt obliged to go up an octave.

At this point I’m just torturing the both of us.

Slowly you made your way back up to the surface, your emergence was quiet, it took him a couple of seconds to catch your eyes. A faint gasp escaping his mouth, the way you appeared so quietly was almost eerie to him. However, despite your own eagerness you remained quiet, eyes staring into his waiting for him to speak. He did call out for you after all.

"Y/N.." he barely managed a whisper, turning his phone off and placing it on the sand, away from the water. He didn't expect you to appear this quickly. You merely hummed in response, siren eyes piercing through his but he just stood there unable to form the words, it was like the first time he saw you, playfully rolling your eyes you said, "You know your silence is kind of rude, calling out for me while I was busy sorting out some business," you teased, sheepishly smiling up at him, putting your sharp canines on display for him.

"So that's why you appeared so quickly huh, because you were "busy"" he snapped back in the same teasing tone, you said nothing but shoot a rope of seaweed towards him, too fast for him to react, locking it around his wrist before pulling him into the water with you.

"Okay i'm sorry please don't eat me!" he exclaimed, making you loudly laugh, hands quickly flying to your mouth to muffle your sounds of joy so no one else could hear you. Soon he started to laugh too, slightly embarrassed by his naive outburst. Your joined laughter soon died down before you started nudging him towards the land so he wouldn’t freeze to death, “I can keep up with you I don’t need to be on the sand-“ “I’ll join you,”

Baekhyun looked at you dumbfounded with a slight concern in his eyes, “But you need water don’t you?” you continued to stay quiet, ignoring his calls of staying in the water instead. His protests were short lived once you were behind him, fully on land. He watched how your tail started to slowly shed off from top to bottom freeing your nude lower body.

He could see everything.

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part 2

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imaginidol · 1 year

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Kyungsoo: Recording My Thoughts Out Loud

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

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

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

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

And so, you did.

Followed by another grunt,

and one last re-recording after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, I love my new job.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You-- what?"

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

"I'm-- WHAT!?"

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

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

Shit, you defeatedly cover your face in total embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

You smiled awkwardly, nodding at his request.

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

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

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

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noah-shin · 2 years

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Exo masterlist

Kim Min-seok

Nothing yet

Kim Jun-myeon

Nothing yet

Lay Zhang

Nothing yet

Byun Baek-hyun

Nothing yet

Kim Jong-dae

Nothing yet

Park Chan-yeol

Park Chanyeol - The one in the shadow

Doh Kyung-soo

Nothing yet

Kim Jong-in

Nothing yet

Oh Se-hun

Nothing yet

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kokaibop · 1 year

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not to be an exol gatekeeping a damn egg tray but the reason it worked with the exos bald heads was bc antis* have been using eggs / eggso (derogatory) for ages so it made sense, with other people it just doesn't hit 🤷🏻‍♀️

#*95% of them being armies btw #sorry i have to side with twt exol on this one #you calling them eggs / eggso as an insult? for years but now that ur faves are going to the barracks we're all eggso eggtan whatever #being rly chronically online rn but i'll never get over how downright nasty and cruel and psychopatic armies have been to exo and fans duri #-ng enlistment but now they use the same jokes and coping mechanisms #AND get mad at bald jokes...... while they where literally wishing DEATH to the enlisted exos #wishing minseok got shot at the dmz mocking kyungsoo for cooking mocking baekhyun for doing public service #calling exols pro military for waiting for the exos....#now look at them !!!#yk what i AM gatekeeping the damn egg tray fuck them #tdl

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sunnymimis · 2 years

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Serendipity 🏞️ Kwang-soo belongs to @miru-p! Kyung-seok belongs to me! Based on one of Miru's amazing fics!

#kyung-seok yoon #kwang-soo choi #kyungsoo #listen...this might be one of my favorite drawings i've done of them actually #i just love how both their faces turned out so much #and i always love drawing closer up shots like this hehe...handsome grandpas...#drawing kwang-soo blushy like that is always a pleasure (evil laughter)

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liarist · 11 months

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Bonnie & Clyde (D.O)

D.O POV

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

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

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

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

Pero ya no más...

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

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

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

—Busan, tendremos que ser precavidos —les informo

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

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

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

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

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

—¿No era a la izquierda? —pregunta Chanyeol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Park Hyeon-Jeong POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Mierda - dice este al escuchar

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

- ¿Como estás tan segura? - pregunta dudoso

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

- Pareces saber mucho del tema - me sonríe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- No - digo firme a lo que ellos me miran

- Hyeon-Jeong - dice él

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

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

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

- ¡He dicho que no! -

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

- ¡NO! - grito

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

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

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

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

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

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

- A la playa - le respondo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

D.O. POV

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

“We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Pues tomamos un barco y nos marchamos de acá -

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

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

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

Ya era momento de la venganza

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

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

- ¿Kyungsoo? - pregunta ella tomando mi mano

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

Hyeon-Jeong POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Te amo - le dije

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

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

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

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

Suho POV

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

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

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

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

Chanyeol POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Park Chanyeol - me presento

- Eres parte del grupo de Do Kyungsoo -

- Así era -

- ¿Como piensas ayudarnos? -

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

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

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

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

Sehun POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- ¿Y eso por qué? -

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

- ¿Él...? -

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

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

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

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

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

#fanfic #one shot #exo #d.o. kyungsoo

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IN THE DYING SUMMER SUN — BBH

PAIRING: baekhyun x female reader SUMMARY: a weekend up at the beach house might just be enough to make you crack and come clean about your little (big, fat) crush. alternatively, park chanyeol is possibly the worst wingman ever. GENRE: friends to lovers! au, crush! baekhyun, romance, fluff, a pinch of angst, pining, humour WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension!!, slightly suggestive, reader and baekhyun are both kind of clueless tbh WORD COUNT: 9.4k NOTE: happy birthday baekhyun!! thought it would be fitting to start off this blog with a fic for bbh on his birthday. this was supposed to be a 4-5k piece of fluff but somehow it ended up being double that and a lot more serious than i originally intended (oops?). kinda nervy posting such a long fic for the first time ever so feedback is most certainly welcome and i hope you enjoy!

“You definitely rigged this.”

Chanyeol only rewarded you with a shit-eating grin.

The scrap of paper couldn’t weigh more than a few grams, but in your hands, they felt like the barbell plates at the gym that he could never leave alone. Especially since a certain someone was also holding another scrap of paper with ‘ground floor twin room’ hastily scrawled across it.

You shook your head vehemently, fixing the tall boy with a dagger-like stare that he seemed completely unfazed by. “I demand a redraw.”

“Which is not going to happen,” was his gleeful response. “We all agreed — no take-backs before picking.” The hat that you had all drawn out of, now empty, was tossed on the coffee table as everyone else began to move their bags into their freshly chosen rooms. Somewhere down the hallway, Jongin tripped over the wheels of his suitcase, his pained groan and Kyungsoo’s laughter bouncing against the walls of the AirBnb.

“Besides,” Chanyeol continued, hand coming up to ruffle your hair, “if I had actually rigged it, you should be thanking me. I’d be doing you a favour.” He gestured towards Baekhyun, who was busying himself with packing his hoodie back into his duffle bag, hopefully oblivious to the fact that the two of you were conspiring about him less than three metres away.

“Yeah, say it any louder, why don’t you. And no, that wasn’t an invitation,” you warned, catching the wicked glint in Chanyeol’s eyes. He opened his mouth, as if to make good on your request and let the whole house know, only to choke back a groan at the elbow you shoved into his side. Behave, said the glare that you shot at him. His replying smile was anything but reassuring, before he picked up his bag and headed upstairs.

That was what you got for getting a little too drunk at Jongdae’s housewarming get-together last month and accidentally slipping up about your big, fat, debilitating crush on Baekhyun after the third glass of pinot noir in one night. If it had been anyone else made aware of your juvenile secret, you would probably be feeling a little less uneasy — but it just had to be the one person who couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. Not to mention Park Chanyeol was a terrible wingman, having heard about the ridiculous escapades he put Jongdae through before he finally cuffed his girlfriend. Lucky for you, you were now getting to experience it first-hand.

“I can ask Jongin to swap, if you really don’t want to room with me,” came a soft voice from your right. Baekhyun regarded you with an expectant, if somewhat hesitant expression.

“No, it’s okay,” you replied, trying your best to mask the panic that was fighting its way into your voice. It would be just your luck, that he would think your reluctance to share a sleeping space with him was because you didn’t like him enough, and not that you liked him a little too much. The slight furrow in his brow seemed to melt away with your words. “I just wanted the big room with the queen bed, but somehow Chanyeol got it. I seriously think he did something to these,” you said, waving your slip of paper that matched the one he was holding.

Come to think of it, you and Baekhyun had also been the last ones to draw out of the hat, since Chanyeol had insisted on going counter-clockwise around the dining table. How he managed to game the room allocations was beyond you, but you were now almost certain that he did.

“It’s good that he’s by himself though. The snoring would drive anyone mad,” Baekhyun mused, and you had to chuckle in agreement.

“That time he passed out at my place after Saturday drinks…I genuinely thought I’d end up with a murder charge that night.” you said, chest squeezing at the way his eyes crinkled into crescent moons at your words. You busied yourself with your own bag, hoping he wouldn’t see the dumb smile on your face, and be able to tell how pleased you were to have teased a laugh out of him. Laughter was not something he usually withheld — he gave it freely, if not a little too generously — but it always did a funny thing to your heart when you were the cause of it.

“Definitely can’t have that. Pretty face like yours would not last a day in jail.” With one hand around his own duffle, he draped the free one around your shoulders, letting the warmth of his arm wrap around you as you headed down the corridor to the room you’d be sharing for the weekend.

Having a crush on Baekhyun was no big deal. Probably even normal, if his college days were anything to go by. But what made it so debilitating was things like this — the little comments he’d throw around that could easily be passed off as just friendly flirting if you were so inclined, though you sometimes let yourself imagine his intentions came more from the flirting than the friendly part. He was a generally touchy person too, never missing a chance to pat Kyungsoo’s ass when the opportunity arose, but sometimes the brush of his fingers against the inside of your wrist felt a little too affectionate for two people united solely through friendship, even if you were the only one who internally crossed that line a while ago. It was things like this that made you question, every once in a while, if your feelings were as one-sided as you believed. Most of the time though, you chalked it up to his disposition, his easy-going magnetism, and concluded that whatever signals you thought he was sending were merely due to your overactive imagination running wild with hopes that he felt the same way.

“Dibs left,” he said, plopping down on the twin bed closer to the window. His arms raised above his head in a long, yawning stretch, revealing a thin strip of skin at the waistband of his jeans. Just the sight of it was enough to control your blood, sending a rush of it to your face, and you internally cursed yourself for being so weak to such a small thing. It was obvious you had been alone for way too long. He was too comfortable to notice the flush on your cheeks, eyes shut and enjoying the tension leaving his body after the long drive up.

You sat yourself down carefully on the remaining bed, noting the gap between the two mattresses. Whether you wanted to push them together or against opposite walls of the room, you couldn’t be sure. It was hard to form coherent thoughts when he turned to you with a boyish playfulness that curled the corner of his mouth upwards.

“You’re not going to sleepwalk your way into my bed, are you?” he asked, chin in his hand, a teasing glint in his eyes. You tried hard to catch yourself from choking on your own saliva.

“I’ve been known to kick in my sleep,” was your reply, voice much more nonchalant than you thought you were capable of, given that he had just planted the seed of the two of you sharing a twin mattress that was definitely not big enough to lie down on without touching in at least three different places. The glint in his eyes faded immediately, giving way to thinly-veiled concern at the threat underlying your words.

“I was kidding,” you clarified when he sat up and started to back away from you. “At least, I haven’t done that for fifteen or so years. But you never know, it might come back again tonight, when you’ve finally fallen asleep, and then BAM! Foot to the face. You better sleep with your eyes open, Byun Baekhyun,” you warned, giggling at the realisation dawning over his face before his pretty features settled into mock annoyance.

“You just think you’re so funny, don’t you?” He was on all fours now, making his way towards you with a wolfish grin. In no time, he had crawled over the gap between your two beds and suddenly his fingers were prodding at your ribs. It was a well-planned tickle attack, and one you had no chance of escaping from, since his legs had caged you in and the rest of him was pinning you down. You were helpless against the ambush of his fingers, succumbing to them with gasping giggles, punctuated by desperate pleas for him to stop. He showed no intention of letting up, fingers digging even deeper into your waist.

If you were going to die like this, you thought, at least you’d be dying while lying under him.

“When you two are done canoodling, we’re going to go set up on the beach,” came a voice from the doorway. Baekhyun’s merciless fingers paused, and the two of you looked back to see Chanyeol’s amused face at the foot of your bed, smirking like he knew some big secret that neither of you were privy to. God, you were seriously regretting that third glass at Jongdae’s new apartment last month.

Baekhyun turned back to you, your noses almost touching, and you could feel the air from his exhales fanning against the skin of your cheek. There was a mole just above the corner of his mouth that you don’t think you had ever noticed before. Warmth from his jean-clad legs radiated into your hips and meandered up and down your spine, and suddenly the late summer air around you was becoming sticky and heavier than usual.

As if just now noticing the proximity you were in, he slowly untangled himself from your limbs, making sure not to crush you in the process. You sat up, still breathless, having just calmed down enough for full inhales again, but so was he, you noted. Surely tickling wasn’t that exertive of an activity? Or maybe you’d put up a better fight than you had thought.

“Don’t forget your towels,” was the last thing Chanyeol said before he ducked out, yelling at Jongin to grab the beach umbrellas, not the rain ones. There were a few seconds just filled with the sounds of your slowing breathing.

“I’m going to go get changed,” Baekhyun said, turning around to dig through his bag for his swim shorts. You couldn’t see his expression, but you could hear the slight tremble in his voice that indicated he hadn’t quite recovered from whatever was afflicting him. “We’ll probably just be setting up the umbrellas, so no rush, just come down when you’re ready.” As he turned around to head towards the bathroom, he flashed you that familiar smile, the one that always resulted in one of your own to mirror his, and set you at ease again.

“And make sure you bring your sunscreen,” he added, before disappearing down the hallway. You watched him go, throwing yourself back onto the bed with a frustrated groan once you were sure he was out of earshot. Two whole days and nights in this tiny room, in the languid death of summer, with his body just an arm’s length away from yours — you had no idea how much of this you could stomach and emerge with your sanity intact.

This was shaping up to be the longest weekend ever.

The afternoon sun was unforgiving when you emerged from the house. Though you had thrown on a cover up before leaving, you could feel the heat tingling on the surface of your skin through the thin cotton. From the top of the bushy path leading down to the beach, you could already hear the tell-tale signs of a competition brewing between the boys, even if you couldn’t quite see them yet. A few steps down and you could make out their figures, managing to catch the view of Chanyeol flipping backwards off the jetty before plunging into the water, where the rest of them were bobbing around. Baekhyun’s voice floated above the others the way it always did when he was teasing, liltingly distinguishable, though perhaps that was only because you were now so attuned to it that other voices naturally started to sound more foreign.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when he went from Baekhyun, your friend who tended to get a little too rowdy after half a can of beer, to Baekhyun, your friend who made your heart pick up a little faster when you thought of him. One day his hiccuping laugh was teetering on the edge of obnoxiousness, and then all of a sudden it became endearing to hear the raw joy in his voice. If you knew exactly when the switch flipped, maybe you’d be able to retrace your steps and stop yourself from ever setting off down this path to end up where you were now, watching the sunlight glisten against his wet face with an overwhelming affection, wondering what it would be like to be the private audience of his radiant smile everyday.

You set your things down on the sand next to the pile of clothes and towels that were already there, recognising Chanyeol’s hat somewhere in the mix. The beach umbrella that Jongin had set up was already beginning to lurch towards one side, the brim rather close to the ground. Fixing it back in place and digging it into the sand a little deeper, you let out a fond laugh — some things, like the way Jongin used his hands like they weren’t his own, would stand the test of time.

You had hoped that your friendship with Baekhyun would be one of those things, but the more time you spent casting longing glances his way when he wasn’t looking, the more you weren’t sure if you could ever recover from his rejection if you ever did decide to be honest about your feelings towards him. So you did your best to bury them, content to enjoy his company in the way you were both familiar with, afraid that if they did surface, they’d taint your friendship with something unpleasant and irreversible. If you couldn’t own the sun, at least you could still revel in its warmth.

Satisfied with the position of your towel underneath the shade of the umbrella, you looked back at the water, returning Baekhyun’s sweeping wave with a small one of your own. It was just enough of a distraction for Chanyeol to turn around as well, and Baekhyun seized the opportunity to dunk him, gleefully howling as the taller boy’s head disappeared below the waves. Before Chanyeol could resurface and enact his retaliation, Baekhyun was already making his escape, swimming towards the shore with fearful determination. Chanyeol made to follow, but upon seeing you sitting on the beach with your eyes fixed on Baekhyun’s approaching figure, he thought better of it, turning back around to continue the diving evaluation as Jongin took his turn to leap off the jetty.

With an amused smile, you watched as Baekhyun hurried out of the ocean, wet hair flying in all directions and flicking droplets of seawater across the sand. The water trickled down the planes of his bare torso, and you tried to keep your eyes away from the firmness of his pec, or the flexing movements of his abdominals as he made his way over to you. One thing was for sure — the gym sessions with Chanyeol were paying off.

When he finally reached you, Baekhyun slumped onto your towel, ignoring your protests for him to stay away, and proceeded to soak you in the remaining water that was still clinging to his body. The skin of his stomach was cool against your calf, and he giggled delightfully at your attempts to push him off to avoid getting more water onto your clothes.

“Stop trying to fight it, you’re going to get wet when you go in anyway,” he said, finally rolling off you.

“I wasn’t planning on going in. I’m scared you’ll try to drown me,” you huffed, lightly flicking some sand onto his shoulder with your toe. He turned back around, chin cradled in his left hand, and flashed you a boyish smile.

“I would never do that,” he said, though the glint in his eyes was anything but convincing. “Besides, what are you going to do at the beach if you’re not getting in the water?”

You picked up the book nestled in between your shoes and waved it at him. “Read, of course.” He regarded the worn paperback with amused disbelief, eyebrows slightly raised. It was only when you flipped the book open to the paperclip you’d been using as a bookmark that he realised you were serious, and let out a scoff that was laced with something akin to fondness.

“You are such a cliche. Pretty girl reading at the beach? Unbelievable, seriously,” he said, before wriggling his head into your stomach, relishing in your shocked squeals as your cover up began to dampen again. His mischief had left a few wet patches on the fabric that were beginning to stick to your body in the uncomfortable fashion of late summer. You reached for the hem, pulling it off not without some struggle, and immediately felt the sun kissing against your bare shoulders. Though you were mostly covered by the shade from the umbrella, the last thing you wanted was a blistering sunburn where the straps of your tote bag usually rested, so you grabbed the sunscreen you had so diligently packed and began applying it on the parts of your skin that were exposed.

Baekhyun had gone uncharacteristically quiet. If you had been paying attention to him instead of so attentively rubbing the cream into the underside of your knee, perhaps you would have noticed the way his eyes lingered on you for a little longer than would have been polite. They followed the path your hands took, from the expanse of skin below your neck, across your stomach, and down the length of your legs.

“Do you want me to do your back?” he blurted, his voice a little more strained than usual. He was wearing an odd expression on his face, something you couldn’t quite place, but it was different from the usual playful one you were most well acquainted with. Nevertheless, you agreed, passing him the tube and turning around so your back was facing him.

His fingers were still cold from the water, and you jumped when they first made contact with your skin. He only laughed, squeezing both hands around your shoulders to hold you still before he got back to work again.

The first graze of his hands across your shoulders was tentative. You could feel the heat of him behind your back, the smell of salt and sun clinging to the air around you. His breaths fanned the skin on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps down your arms and legs despite the thick heat of the afternoon. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Slowly, his hands made their way down to your lower back, and it was then that you realised you might be in trouble. His hands pressed against the grooves of your spine, curving ever so slightly around your waist, and if you shivered, he pretended not to feel you tremble in his grasp.

It was when his fingers slipped underneath the ties of your bikini top that the alarm bells began to go off in your head. His movements were hesitant, fingers stuttering in their dance across your skin before they gingerly pulled the strings aside to spread the sunscreen between the top and bottom halves of your back. It was too much, feeling his warmth, knowing there was only an inch of space between your bare torsos, having his hands on you doing such a thorough job with the task he had assigned to himself. When the tips of his fingers brushed the side of your ribs, just under the edge of the fabric, you couldn’t help the breathy noise that escaped your lips.

“Actually, I think I left something back at the house,” you said suddenly, words hurriedly running into each other as they tripped over your tongue on the way out of your mouth. Twisting away from his dangerous touch, you bolted to a stand and hoped he’d attribute the pinkness of your cheeks to being outside in the brightness of the afternoon. Your words came out staggered, the slight tremble in your voice betraying the composure you were fighting so hard to maintain.

Baekhyun’s gaze was careful, if not a little confused. The more his eyes ran over you, the more you were sure that the depth of your feelings towards him were beginning to surface on your face. Another second and he’d be able to tell, he’d figure out the little secret you’d been trying to conceal for the last couple of months. And then you wouldn’t be able to deny its existence anymore.

So you fled, tossing a rushed promise to be right back over your shoulder before scurrying up the bushy path again. Away from the scrutiny of his eyes, away from the truth you did not want revealed to the world. The ghost of his touch lingered between your shoulder blades and along the ridges of your spine, your body already committing to memory the caress of his skin against yours. You realised then, that it would not be possible to continue living on as usual, now that you knew the taste of his closeness, as fleeting as it may have been.

“I think you should just go for it.”

Your fingers tightened around the glass at his words. Chanyeol’s tone was light and pragmatic, speaking as if the act of unfurling your heart were nothing more than a decision about whether to have steak or pork belly for dinner.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed, bringing the bottle to your lips.

“I’m serious though,” he continued, nudging your arm with the lip of his own beer. “I think you should just tell him, and see what he says. And stop expecting the worst. You’ll never know how things could turn out if you never do anything.”

You let your head fall back to lean on the doorframe you were both standing against, gazing out at the patio that had begun to darken following the sunset. Baekhyun and Jongin were placed at opposite ends of the ping pong table that had been wheeled out of the living room after dinner, neither seeming to mind the soft prick of grass at the underside of their bare feet. Whether the game was proceeding well was difficult to deduce, since both were sporting wide grins and rosy cheeks, courtesy of the glasses in their hands — but judging by the cluster of orange balls around Baekhyun’s feet, you had an inkling that victory would not be his. He didn’t seem to mind yet, laughing gleefully as Jongin swung his racquet too hard and launched a ball over the fence.

“Not everyone is as good as you when it comes to talking about their feelings, you know,” you said, fixing Chanyeol with a knowing look that was halfway between admiration and resentment. If you only had his courage of expression, perhaps you would’ve put an end to your suffering a while ago. Ripped the band-aid off cleanly instead of peeling away at it, day by day, bit by bit, until it was hanging on by the last of its adhesive. You weren’t sure how much longer your resolve could last, if it would even survive this weekend without snapping under the force of your attraction.

He only shrugged. “You can’t get good without actually doing it.” You pondered his words in the short silence that settled while you both took another sip. He was right, of course, you knew that, but it didn’t make hearing it any easier.

“I think… I’m just scared,” you began slowly. Realising you were about to put his advice into action, Chanyeol turned to you with reassuring and patient eyes, waiting. You took a deep breath, swinging the contents of your bottle back and forth, and continued, “I’m scared that if I do tell him, it’s going to change our relationship and then I’ll lose him completely. At least if I don’t say anything, he’s still my friend, and I get to keep being in his life.”

He regarded you for a moment, brows furrowed thoughtfully, as he decided on his next words. It was no easy feat to try on honesty the way you just did, having so carefully avoided it for your entire life, and he was well aware of it. The slight tremble in your hands was a dead giveaway.

“And I think that’s completely understandable,” he finally said. “There’s always going to be a trade-off, no matter what you choose to do. But I guess you have to weigh up which one means more to you, and if you’re willing to take that risk on the chance that it does work out between you two. I’m only telling you what I think you should do. You’re the one who knows your own feelings the best.”

Another silence fell over the two of you again. Your bottle was nearly empty now, the beer inside already lukewarm from being out of the cooler for too long. Jongin let out a cheer as the ball sailed over his head, landing far behind him on the grass and ignoring Baekhyun’s flagrant attempts at contesting the point. Even under the patio lights, he was still so pretty, cheeks pink and glowy, the shape of his mouth so endearing as it settled into a pout. By now, you were used to the longing, and paid it no mind as it filled your chest with a bittersweet warmth.

“Aren’t you two best friends though?” you asked, the thought suddenly occurring to you. “You’re telling me you don’t know anything about how he feels about… whatever is going on?” The look you gave Chanyeol was suspicious, but he stood strong, resisting your prying eyes.

“I wouldn’t be much of a best friend if I went around blabbing to you about his feelings, would I?” was his response, accompanied by an elusive smile. There was something in his words that lingered in your mind, some important detail you felt as if you had overlooked, but his amused expression gave you nothing to hold onto. “You’re both so clueless,” he chuckled after a beat of your thoughtful silence, downing the rest of his drink.

Baekhyun was skipping over now, having officially lost 18-21 to Jongin, who was heartily celebrating his victory with a series of hoots and giggles. He headed straight for you, hair all messed up from running his hands through it during the game, and a rosy flush to his face, though you weren’t sure if that was from the game or the glass that he had left at the ping pong table. When he wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your shoulder, you knew that it was probably the latter.

“I lost the game,” he whined, petulant and firm against you. His hair tickled your chin, and you could smell the faint scent of his shampoo from his shower after the beach.

“Are you drunk already?” you asked, trying to mask your breathlessness at his proximity with a few giggles. Baekhyun’s affinity for physical contact was the worst — or best, depending on how you looked at it — when he had alcohol in his system, and it didn’t take much to push him past the borders of sobriety. His ache for touch and affection was most often relieved on you, and you always obliged, gladly and readily letting him take whatever it was he wanted.

The tip of his nose brushed back and forth against your skin as he shook his head. “Just a little, tiny bit,” he said, voice muffled, and you felt the warmth of his breath through your t-shirt.

“Where’s the love for your best friend?” Chanyeol teased, the only one amused at the way Baekhyun had dived straight into your arms without even sparing him a glance.

The boy in your arms didn’t even falter, only snuggling further into you. “You know it’s because she’s my favourite,” he murmured, lips skimming your collarbone ever so softly as he spoke. The panic onset was instantaneous, and you prayed he was too drunk to pick up on the sudden rapid thundering of your heartbeat inside your chest. You tried to look at Chanyeol for help, but he was setting off across the patio, taking up Jongin on his invitation for a match with the promise that he would wipe the floor with the younger boy.

Baekhyun only hummed contentedly, oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking inside you, tightening his hold around you when you made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle out of his arms. His pink lips set into another rounded pout, brows slightly creased as he pulled back to look at you.

“You know you’re my favourite, right?” he asked, trying to be convincing despite the slight slur to his words. You could only nod, letting a small smile twist the corners of your mouth upwards. Whether he realised or meant what he was saying, you weren’t all that concerned, simply happy to bask in the warmth of his full attention knowing it was probably just nonsensical babble brought on by the drink in his belly. It was so much easier to be close to him when he was like this, hazier, and sure to forget most of what he had said the morning afterwards. It didn’t hurt that you were also starting to feel a little blurrier around the edges, the beer from earlier making its way through your system and leaving behind a pleasant fuzziness that made it all the more tempting to come clean about your feelings. But you weren’t quite there yet, and you had no plans to get to that point tonight.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he curled back up into you. With your hands around his back, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, the comfortingly even beat of it through his rib cage. It was so easy to imagine this was the way it had always been, and would always be, so easy to slip into the fairytale you often found yourself fabricating when your one-sided longing became too much to contain. It would be so nice if you could live in this moment forever, you thought. But was this small pocket of peace worth risking your entire friendship?

“I wish you’d stop running away from me,” he murmured, or at least that’s what you thought he said. It was a little difficult to concentrate when his lips were grazing your skin again, lightly feathering across your neck as the words shaped his mouth on their way out of it.

And then you felt it, the unmistakable and deliberate press of his lips against your collarbone, the gentle pressure and the slight moisture on your skin from it searing through you like a lit trail of gasoline. This time, he had to have heard the stilted gasp that escaped your mouth.

He lifted his head slowly to look at you again, searching your face with glassy eyes — for what, you weren’t quite sure. The only things you were sure of right now were the fiery burn in your cheeks, and the deafening pounding of your heart that echoed between your ears.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, though his expression was nowhere near as apologetic as his words would have you believe. If anything, his gaze on you was almost daring, waiting to see how you’d respond, if you’d shrink back into yourself like you always did when he got too close and crossed that invisible boundary you only danced around. If you’d run away from him the way he had just said he wished you wouldn’t. Or if you’d let him push you over too, just this once.

Seeing the hesitation in your face, he slowly extricated from you, retracting his limbs and warmth until they hung limply by his sides again. Scratched the back of his head. Let his eyes wander around the patio and settle on anything except for you.

“I’m going to see if Kyungsoo needs any help with cleaning up,” he said quietly, not waiting for your response as he headed back into the house. The drink had made his gait unsteady, and you felt him sway against the doorframe as he brushed past you. A chilling unease began to settle in the pit of your stomach as you watched him go, the shape of his back getting smaller and smaller as he was swallowed by the light of the living room.

Try as you might, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, and that there was a possibility it had not been in the direction you had hoped for.

Perhaps the second glass of wine had been a little overambitious, you realised, staring up at the ceiling of your shared bedroom. Kyungsoo had been so excited about the 2012 Shiraz he had brought from home, pouring you a full glass with an enthusiasm he didn’t often display. You couldn’t say no, and you didn’t protest when he refilled it a short while later. If he noticed the faster-than-usual speed with which you drained its contents, he did not show it. Whilst alcohol tended to put people to sleep, it had the opposite effect on you, dangling sleep in front of you like a carrot you could never get a hold of easily, or for long. That second glass of wine was the reason you were lying in bed, not soundly asleep like you wished, but keenly aware of every breath and every movement from the other occupant of the room, only an arm’s length away from you.

Baekhyun had spent most of the night with Chanyeol out on the patio, drinking and laughing under the generous light of the moon. Even if he wasn’t purposely avoiding you, you felt his absence from your side sorely. He didn’t say much during the wind down for bed either, only asking if you wanted the curtains fully shut, to which you gave an affirmative. Still, a sliver of moonlight speared through the gap between them, illuminating the room just enough that if you turned your head to the side, you could make out the outline of his body beneath the covers and acquaint yourself with the familiar curve of his nose.

It was only fair that the wine, having taken your sleep, offered something in return to mark an honourable trade. That something manifested itself in the restlessness of your mouth, which battled against the remaining rationality of your mind. Loose-lipped and anxious, you dug your nails into the palm of your hand, willing the war inside your head to approach a ceasefire. You did not want to make a fool of yourself in the intimacy of this small room.

However, your resolve could not last for long, corroded by the hours spent without his presence, without the familiar warmth of his touch, without his little comments meant only for you as he pointed out something silly or poked fun at Jongin’s whining. Barely above a whisper, you called out his name, letting your voice permeate the darkness. It was loud enough that he’d hear it above the silence, but soft enough that he could ignore it if he so wished, and you’d attribute his ignorance to the deepness of sleep.

There was a second of silence, which he followed with an answering hum and a shuffle of his legs on the mattress. He was awake, and he was waiting for you to speak.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked the ceiling.

“No, I’m not mad at you,” was his reply, accompanied by a quiet sigh. He was conversing with the ceiling too, just as reluctant to face you.

Your hands twisted the sheets in dissatisfaction. The even tone of his voice indicated truth, but his answer didn’t explain why he had spent the whole night outside without calling for you even once, when he usually couldn’t last half an hour without pressing into your side and tickling your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Then what?” you probed, cringing at the whiny edge to your voice.

He was quiet for a while, letting your words hang in the air, that for a moment you thought he wouldn’t speak, that your brief conversation had already come to an end, and you’d be left with unanswered questions as bedside companions for the night. There was another rustling from his side of the room as he settled himself under the covers.

“Sometimes, I think I want too much from you,” he finally said. He was quiet, but you heard every word with the clarity as if they had been projected through a stereo system. “And you can’t give me everything I want, but that’s not your fault. It’s an indication of my own greed and selfishness more than anything else.”

You kicked around at your sheets to signal your unrest at his words. “I don’t think you are greedy or selfish. At all. At least not with me.” If anything, you were the selfish one, wanting all his smiles and touches for yourself, wanting the entire spectrum of his existence to only ever be shown to you. Your generosity only ever came to light when it was in service of him, gladly letting him take your attention, your time, allocating space in your mind for him and him only.

Baekhyun only laughed a soft and short laugh at your reply, the sound so different from the usual one filled with boisterous joy that you had grown the most used to. You heard him turn over in his bed to face you. In the quiet darkness of the room, the focus of his gaze flooded over you, and the intensity of it was so blinding you didn’t dare to look away from the smoothness of the ceiling, fearing you’d smoulder into ash the moment you locked eyes with him.

“You know that you are a really important person to me. You know that, right?” he asked, eyes searing into you with the force of a thousand suns. “I mean, everyone else is also important because they’re my friends, but you’re different — you are a special person to me. I don’t see you the way I see Chanyeol, or Jongin, or anyone else.”

His words were still tinged with the slight slur of the beer from out on the patio, but you could feel the delicate care with which they were chosen and spoken. Something was different about tonight. You could taste it in the thick air between the two of you, feel it in the wire-taut tension stretching across the gap between your two twin beds. Your fingers dug into the comforter, willing the turbulence in your chest to subside.

He paused and took a deep breath, as if bracing himself against something devastating. “I don’t want the same things with them as I do with you.”

You held your breath until you felt the pain of deprivation in your chest.

“But I’ve made peace with the fact that what I want from you, and the way I feel about you, are things I’ll have to carry with me. They’re things I have to bear the weight of alone. I don’t — I would never want you to be uncomfortable, or see me differently.” There was a slight catch in his voice at the end.

You didn’t even know if your lungs were still working while you listened to him speak. There was a surrealness to the night, as if everything had been covered in a blanket of haze and everything that was transpiring was the product of a fever-induced dream, existing on an alternate timeline.

Baekhyun… it didn’t even feel right thinking it.

Baekhyun had feelings for you? And he had convinced himself it was one-sided?

“It’s pretty selfish, isn’t it? Asking you to act like things between us won’t change after everything I just said,” he laughed, but there was little humour in the sound. You finally turned your head to look at him, the wry curve of his mouth catching the moonlight as he gazed at you. He was smiling, the shape of it meant to comfort you, but he could not hide the sadness weaved into the downturn of his eyes. He had always been braver than you, perhaps not in the aspect of riding roller-coasters, but certainly in his ability to be honest and open about his emotions, regardless of whether they were good or bad.

It was your turn to be brave now, and shed your own fear to meet him where he stood.

“I’ve been seeing you differently for a while now,” you admitted, turning under the sheets to fully face him. You were grateful for the darkness, hoping that it would conceal the heat creeping up your neck and face, painting your cheeks with a hot blush that accompanied the start of your confession. His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to process your words, confusion settling in the crease between them. You held yourself back from reaching out to smooth them over.

“What do you mean?”

“What makes you think you’re the only one who feels this way?” you asked instead, leaving his question unanswered. There was a tremble in your voice as you spoke, and you were sure he heard it above the quiet of your bedroom. It was the closest you could get to telling him without actually telling him about the silent battle that had been raging in your head for the last few months.

This was it, you thought. He had to know now.

“Am I not?”

The weight of his stare pressed against you, drawing you to him with the tangible pull of gravity. The eyes that roamed your face had replaced their previous confusion with questioning, and a glimmer of something akin to hope. He had never looked more beautiful and devastating than he did right now. You felt the light of dawn breaking over your skin, a promise of something new and good sure to follow. Its warmth simmered within you, staving off the chill of the late summer night with a heat that had you pushing off your covers in a hurried frenzy and rising to sit on the edge of your bed, toes just grazing the floorboards beneath you. Would you still have had the same nerve to face him in the daylight, rough and exposed without the lulling comfort of darkness? Would he still look at you, unpolished and flawed in the clarity of the sun, the same way, with the reverence of man at the sight of an angel?

Baekhyun mirrored you and sat up on his own bed, slowly, as if not wanting to spook you, fearing you’d run off and retreat back into the confined familiarity of your own head. His knees knocked against yours in the small space between your two mattresses. You jolted at the feeling of his skin on yours, having gone without it for so long that the mere touch was like the first drop of water after emerging from the desert. He made to move away, trying to shuffle across the length of the bed, but stilled at the hand you placed just over his knee, willing him to stay put. Surely, he could feel the beat of your heart thrumming through your fingertips.

It was your turn to be brave now.

Fueled by the second glass of Shiraz and the muted encouragement of darkness, before you could second guess yourself and overthink every possible negative outcome of what you were about to do, you closed your eyes and leant towards him. Slowly, inch by inch, until your journey ended with the soft, tentative press of your lips against his. It was short and chaste, nothing more than a gentle pressure, and you pulled back when you felt his lips part in surprise.

“Does that answer your question?” you whispered, heart in your throat.

There it was. You had gone and done it.

His eyes were closed, and in the dim moonlight peeking through the curtain, you could almost make out each of his eyelashes, fluttering dark and soft against the smooth skin of his cheek. For a few seconds, the room was filled only with the sounds of your breathing as you waited for his reaction, for the consequences of your actions and what that meant for your friendship with him.

Then you heard it — his soft laugh, coloured with appreciative disbelief, and felt the air of it caress your face. The corners of his mouth curved upwards into a small, pleased smile. His eyes blinked open slowly, taking you in with a hunger that had desire curling in the pit of your stomach.

“You are just so…” he began, but you never found out just exactly what you were. He was already pulling you back into him, slotting his mouth against yours like they were always made to fit perfectly together. This time, the kiss was anything but chaste, the sheer force of it enough to scorch your insides down to your bones. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush towards him, and your knees parted around his thighs to adjust to the new position. Your own hands found purchase in the softness of the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for something to anchor yourself to, in fear that the realisation of this moment would somehow make it slip away.

This was what it felt like to stand unafraid and bare in the light of unbridled wanting, to consume and be consumed by a ravenous appetite with no propensity for satiety. When his hands slipped past the hem of your sleep tank, fingertips grazing across the skin of your lower back, you were sure you could erupt into flames. He swallowed the breathy noise that escaped your lips, tongue brushing against yours as he claimed your mouth with his own.

This was what it felt like to hold the sun in the palm of your hand.

When you broke apart to catch your breaths, his eyes were bright, lips plump and swollen, chest heaving beneath your hands. Somehow, you had ended up back on his bed, his head against the pillows, hands under your shirt and keeping you close to him with an unforgiving hold. He was gazing up at you with a devotion that made your heart swell even more than it did pulling oxygen back into your lungs.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time,” he admitted, hiding his head into the crook of your shoulder. You felt his abashed smile against your skin and wondered how it could be possible that you had contained all of this, the longing, the yearning, inside you for so long.

“How long?” you asked, hearing the smile in your own voice.

“Since Chanyeol’s birthday, when you wore that brown sweater with the little bow on the back.”

Last year, Chanyeol had gotten everyone together at his place for a nice dinner and wine followed by a binge watch of all the Iron Man movies in one sitting. It was all going according to plan until a quarter of the way into the third one, when he began snoring at his own birthday gathering. The bowl of popcorn was sliding out of his hands and sure to make a buttery mess all over the rug, and that’s when the rest of you decided to turn the television off and call it a night. Sehun and Jongin tasked themselves with getting the birthday boy into bed, and likely collapsed onto it with him immediately after, while Baekhyun had offered you the couch, assuring you he’d be fine with the blankets on the floor. At the time, you hadn’t thought much of it. As chaotic as he could be, Baekhyun was nothing if not kind, and you had been grateful that his kindness had always extended to you over the three years you had known each other.

“But that was more than half a year ago. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

His fingers prodded into your sides, eliciting a few choked giggles from you. “I didn’t know how you’d react. You know you’re not the most expressive person on the planet,” he said dryly. “Or the most observant. I literally frenched your collarbone and you’re telling me you didn’t realise I liked you more than as a friend?”

“Okay, well when you put it like that,” you huffed, feeling the vibrations of his laugh through his chest. “But you really didn’t know I had feelings for you? Chanyeol never said anything?”

His movements stilled, leaning back into the pillows so he could lock eyes with you again. “You talk to Chanyeol about me?” he asked, to which you nodded sheepishly. “Since when?”

“Last month, Jongdae’s housewarming. He fished it out of me after dinner,” you sighed, picturing his smug grin under the lights of Jongdae’s fancy new kitchen when you realised that you had slipped up and let him in on your little secret.

“But I talk to him about you.”

You looked at each other for another beat, realisation breaking over the both of you, before dissolving into another fit of disbelieving giggles. Maybe Park Chanyeol did know how to keep his mouth shut after all.

“So he’s a terrible wingman, is what I’m getting out of this whole thing,” Baekhyun chuckled, rolling you over so you were now lying on your side, face to face with him. He planted a slow, sweet kiss on your lips, taking his time to acquaint himself with the shape and taste of your mouth, and you felt the contentment of his smile against you. “I can’t believe we could have gotten together a month ago. Some best friend he is.”

“Gotten together?” you echoed, one eyebrow raised in feigned dispute, delighting in the way his sweet mouth settled into the pout that you adored.

“You mean to tell me that you don’t want to be with me after your tongue was all up in my mouth?”

You pushed his face away, groaning, “Gross, don’t say it like that.” He, however, had different plans, hooking a calf behind your knees and tugging you back into him, before weaving the other leg in between your own.

“You know you like it,” he murmured into your neck, squeezing his arms around you just in case you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. One hand traced absent-minded circles over the grooves of your spine as he breathed you in, warm and familiar against your chest.

Yes, you thought, you’d risk any and everything for this exact moment. It was worth all the doubt and heartache, all the time spent replaying those moments in your head, unsure of the meaning behind his actions. You could be sure of it now.

“I do,” you agreed, threading your fingers through the softness of his hair. “I probably more than like you,” you added, tilting his face upwards to steal another kiss, giddy and chest swelling with affection. Perhaps you weren’t quite yet ready for that other four letter word, but you had no doubt you would be one day, and soon. He was all too willing to comply, letting his mouth mould against yours with the poise and patience of a saint.

“I probably more than like you too,” he replied, punctuating his confession with one final kiss to the tip of your nose. It was enough for the serene smile on your face to persist, even past the arrival of sleep.

“I knew it.”

You cracked one eye open, trying to adjust to the light flooding in through the open door to your room. Chanyeol stood at the foot of your bed, grinning from ear to ear with what could only be described as a look of triumph as he took in the scene before him. The boy next to you stirred lightly, digging his face deeper into the pillow, reluctant to leave the realm of the sleeping. Chanyeol was not in the least sympathetic to his friend’s struggles, striding over to the window and pulling back the curtains with a clang. You winced as the full force of the morning sun barged in, and Baekhyun let out a soft noise of displeasure at the intrusion.

“I fucking knew it,” Chanyeol said again, quickly bringing you to your senses as you registered the weight of another body on top of your own. You made to remove yourself from him, fighting the flush creeping up your neck and face, but it was an effort which proved futile as he only tightened the arm around your waist, loath to let you go.

“Can you be quiet? You’re going to wake the whole house,” you hushed, finally succeeding in untangling your legs from Baekhyun’s, feeling the loss of his warmth immediately.

“They’re already up. I came to call you for breakfast,” Chanyeol replied, the grin seemingly stuck to his face. “Which actually reminds me,” he began, before sticking his head out of the doorway to holler, “You better pay up, Jongin. And you too, Kyungsoo!”

“You bet on us?” came the groggy voice from the pillows behind you.

“What the hell, Chanyeol? I thought you said you didn’t go around blabbing about his feelings!” you exclaimed, indignant.

“To you. I never said anything about telling anyone else,” was his reply, smug and victorious at having outsmarted you.

Kyungsoo appeared in the doorway, donning a flour-covered apron, as if to confirm for himself that he was in fact a debtor to the taller boy. “Even if he didn’t say anything, it wasn’t all that hard to figure out,” he said lightly, surveying the room with curiosity and paying no mind to the shock painted on your face. How had everybody known about your now not-so-secret crush on Baekhyun except for the man himself? “Anyways, I only said that it would be unlikely to happen over this weekend, not that it was impossible. So Jongin is the only loser. Now come for pancakes.” And with that, he headed back towards his bowl of batter on the kitchen counter, chuckling at the sound of Jongin’s complaints against fulfilling his end of the wager.

Baekhyun, having somewhat freed himself from the clutches of sleep, rose to a sitting position and shot a drowsy scowl at his friend. “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that right?”

But even the expletive could not put a damper on Chanyeol’s mood, his smile never slipping. “You two should honestly be thanking me,” he said, to which you also shot him a glare. “Also, I’m happy for you and everything, but can you please keep the PDA to a minimum in front of the rest of us? I will lock you out of the house if you don’t.”

Baekhyun turned to you, the creases of the frown on his face slowly but surely smoothing out as he took you in, cheeks puffy and hair a mess from having just woken up. He had seen you in worse states, and definitely in better states, but none of that seemed to matter as he regarded you with nothing but fondness in his eyes. You were sure that your expression mirrored his, affection spreading throughout your entire body, reaching even the tips of your fingers and toes, at the sight of his tousled bed head, the sleepy droop of his eyes, the sweet pinkness of his lips.

The sun was yours. There was no feasible way to stop the smile from blooming across your entire face.

“No promises.”

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jongbross · 6 months

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i got you, boo (kim jongin x reader)

pairing: kim jongin x reader

word count: 647

genre: fluffy with a tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentions of anxiety

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

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

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

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

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

"no", jongin replied.

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

jongin shot a gaze at kyungsoo, who quickly nodded.

"you sure?"

"absolutely."

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

"thank you so much, hyung!"

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

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

"what's happening?"

your hand was shaking, you looked a little lost.

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

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

"anxiety?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you okay?"

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

sighing, you opened your eyes again.

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

"we're good."

"okay. you wanna go home?"

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

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

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

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

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

he nodded, pulling you into an embrace.

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

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

nothing could touch you now.

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kpop---scenarios · 2 months

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Obsession (2)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Stalking, Threatening, Launguage

Word Count: 3.8k

Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Insufferable.” Kyungsoo sighs.

“Stuck up.” Jisoo adds.

“Fucking annoying.” Lisa says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.” you smile. “Really.”

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

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

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

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

Miss me yet?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chanyeol.” You breathe. “Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

You already hated her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he deactivated it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck.” She gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” She yells.

“Here we go.” Baekhyun laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The group sits in silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?” Baekhyun asks.

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

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

Baekhyun laughs out loudly, making everyone else laugh along.

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

Your phone buzzes again on the table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It's very nice.” You smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What's this?” He asks.

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

UNKNOWN NUMBER

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

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

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

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