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kjmcotton · 7 months

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Ray of sunshine,the clouds are vanishing | ZHY

Zhang Yixing x fem!reader

Best friends to lovers!AU

Slow burn!AU

Plot:love can disappoint sometimes,but what if you find someone who shares the same wounds as yours? And what if that person is Zhang Yixing,the friend of a friend who randomly started hanging out with your group?

Warnings:cursing

This story is a request

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Author’s notes:I was in the mood for a slow burn so here we are!! It took me a while to write and it’s pretty long,also a little bit cliché maybe,but I hope you enjoy it♡

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“You light up the rooms you step in”

You were sitting on the sidewalk in front of the club you had just left. An half empty bottle of Soju standing a few inches away from your left leg as you were staring at an undefined point in front of you. You shivered:the short skirt and the fishnet thighs weren’t enough to protect you from the cold of the night,but you had no strength to get back inside the club. You didn’t want to see him again.

Your night was amazing until he appeared.

You were drinking,dancing and singing with your friends,having fun in trying to convince Lisa to hit on the cute guy she had put her eyes on at the beginning of the party. Everything was great,you didn’t have such an amazing time in a while until him,your ex-boyfriend,was so bold to talk to you as soon as he noticed you.

He appeared and grabbed you from behind,hitting on you like he had never cheated with a chick with fake lips and fake boobs. You felt like throwing up and,then,your night was ruined with a snap of fingers.

Mad,you slapped him and ran outside,without even seeing Sehun and Jongdae scolding him. You didn’t know what to do,you felt lost.

Suddenly,all that pain you had felt while breaking up rose inside you once again,with no mercy,ready to make your heart bleed for love.

Fuck him,fuck her and,most of all,fuck yourself for being so dumb to date a walking red flag when everyone had warned you.

You sighed,stroking your legs with your hands in hope to warm your skin;when,suddenly,someone covered you with their black jacket.

You turned around sure to see that asshole,but the only person that was there was Yixing,Baekhyun’s friend,who had started hanging out with your group a few months earlier.

“Take it” he said kindly,sitting next to you

“Thank you-you grabbed the bottle of Soju-you want some?” you asked

Yixing sipped from the object and then gave it back to you,watching as you threw the burning liquid down to your throat

“Slow down” he laughed,trying to stop you,but you pushed his hand away

“I need this. My night has been ruined” you mumbled

“I didn’t really understand why,to be honest”

“You saw the guy that approached me? That was my ex”

“Now I get it. That’s why Sehun and Jongdae snapped at him”

“Did they?”

“Yes. They were mad. Junmyeon and Minseok had to hold them back-Yixing giggled-you’re so lucky to have them. They’re great friends”

“I know. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them. When I broke up with Sunghoon everything was pitch black. They were my light”

“Did he hurt you that much?” Yixing’s soft smile disappeared as soon as you talked

“He cheated on me for six months. In a relationship of one year, half of it was a lie. I think he’s the person who hurt me the most.I pushed all my fears aside for him and gave him my heart only to find out that he stopped caring about me before I could even notice” you sighed,drinking more Soju. You were having an hard time holding back your tears.

Yixing noticed and slid closer to comfort you, caressing your back

“I hope you know that wasn’t your fault” he then said,softly

“I know now,but back then I didn’t. I felt like I deserved nothing. If I’ve changed my mind is thanks to my friends:they sticked with me,supported me and helped me seeing myself in the way I had to. However,Sunghun still haunts me sometimes. I was so happy with him,I thought he was the one”

“There are many potential ones out there,don’t focus on an idiot. I’m saying that because I got cheated on as well,so I know how it feels”

“Really?! What a bitch. You’re such a nice guy,you don’t deserve a similar a treatment!”

“Neither you do,but it happened. The most important thing is that we both know that it’s none of our fault,but theirs”

“You’re absolutely right Yixing” you smiled.

You didn’t expect that such a short chat could lead the two of you to a beautiful friendship:you slowly started opening up with Yixing,exchanging messages all day and talking about everything;even Sunghoon who,suddenly,started looking for you again.

It disturbed you a lot. You had healed in the past months,but not enough to face him again. The truth was that you had been hoping to never see him after breaking up. You wanted to re-start building your life;so,seeing his lost calls and texts unsettled you a lot,pushing you closer and closer to Yixing as he seemed the one who could fully understand the situation.

“Why don’t you block him?” the boy asked,sitting in front of you as he sipped his coffee

“I can’t” you mumbled,resting your chin on the palm of your hand

“Why? You said you don’t wanna have anything to do with him”

“Which is true…”

“But?”

“No buts” you sighed,Yixing giggled

“May I tell you what I think,y/n?”

At those words you nodded

“I think that you’re still in love with that asshole”

“I’m not!”

“Then block him” your friend rested his back against the chair

“No…”

“Seen it? That’s my point”

You rolled your eyes and scratched the back of your head:maybe Yixing was right;maybe,deep down,you were still a little bit in love with Sunghoon,but it didn’t imply giving him a second chance,that was another reason why you ran away when you saw him at the club.

“What am I supposed to do Yixing? Please help me,I’m so tired. I was feeling better,so why did he have to come back?” you hid your face with your hands,holding back your tears.

Why was your life so hard? Why couldn’t you be living happily for once? You constantly had to face troubles and problems without even looking for them. You had enough.

“You already know what to do,y/n:stay with your friends,enjoy the good things of your day and focus on yourself until you’ll meet someone who values you for the amazing person that you are” the boy smiled and hugged you. Your face sank in the crook of his neck,your nostrils got filled with his sweet cologne. Your stomach tingled for a second at that nice sensation,but you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice it.

“Don’t tell our friends he’s texting me again. You saw how they got mad,I don’t want any drama to happen”

“My mouth is shut,key thrown to the sharks-he giggled-but you gotta block him. Promise me you’ll do it”

“I will”

“Then let’s have fun together so you can forget Sunghoon”

Said so,Yixing started organising regular evenings out with the whole group:you would eat together,go clubbing,try fun activities like climbing and even organise movie nights.

Besides that,when your friends were busy with their jobs and couldn’t join you,Yixing would always find some free time to spend with you,even if it meant only having a coffee together.

That was why you grew fond of him,developing a soft spot in your heart that made you consider Yixing your best friend. The same happened to him. He had to admit that,even tho he had a lot of friends,no one made him feel as good as you did:you were his ray of sunshine,the person he would look for when he needed positive vibes,that someone who would listen to him and support him through the hardest moments,making the clouds vanish.

The more time flew,the more you two became close. You met everyday,letting your inner children come out and fully heal in each other presence.

“Let’s do this!” you grabbed Yixing,dragging him towards the shooting game of the arcade you had decided to visit that night.

“Killing zombies sounds fun!-he laughed,grabbing the VR headset-let me help you with this” he then smiled,tucking the lace at the back of your head.

His fingers accidentally stroked against your cheeks while he was placing the object on your eyes:it sent shivers along your spine. Yixing’s touch was always so gentle and delicate,it made you feel safe and well treated. A little smile unconsciously appeared on your lips.

“Why are you smiling now?” your friend asked

“What? Oh,nothing,I’m just having fun”

“The game hasn’t started yet” Yixing laughed,grabbing his VR

“I know but I’m having a great time tonight. It’s been a while since I came here at the arcade. I missed it,this was my favourite place when I was younger”

“Then we’ll come back soon”

Those words widened your smile even more;then,once the zombie game had finished,you moved to the next one:the Pump it up game. You were surprised it was still there.

“This one! I wanna dance,it’s always been my favourite”

“Let’s go then,I’ll beat your ass!” Yixing exclaimed,placing himself on the platform.

The two of you chose the song,a Michael Jackson one to make things harder but funnier,and started dancing…if that was how you could call what you two were up to.

To be honest,all you did was pushing each other to make the other hit a lower score:

“Are you that scared to lose?! Really?!” Yixing taunted you,blocking your hands with his:you melted noticing how his touch was,once again,extremely careful with you. He treated you like you were a precious jewel,which warmed your heart.

“You are scared to lose!” you bit back,laughing,and trying to push him away

“I’m a dancer,there’s no way I’ll lose!”

“I’m better than you in this game,I’m sure!”

“Oh,yeah,I see! That’s why you’re sabotaging me right now”

“That’s not true!” you kept on laughing and pushing,until,by accident,you slipped and lost your balance.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed,falling,but,luckily,your body never touched the ground as Yixing laid in and held you tight.

“You okay?” he demanded,concerned

“I’m-I’m fine” you blushed:his arms were wrapped around your waist while your chest was against his. You could feel both his heartbeat and his warm breath on your skin.

You bit your lips:what was happening? Why,all of a sudden,you were feeling so odd? Something that you couldn’t tell was going on inside you while being so close to him. Your stomach twitched and sparkled while your legs were shaking. You didn’t want to lean back and stand on your own feet,you wanted Yixing to be that close forever.

“So…that’s the reason why you stopped answering to my texts,isn’t it?” A familiar voice made you startle and push the brunette away.

“What are you doing here?!” You asked,shocked as Sunghoon was standing right in front of you. Right hand in his pocket,soft black hair framing his beautiful features. You felt like the ground beneath your feet was missing.

“Texts? What is he talking about?” Yixing furrowed his eyebrows

“I can explain!” you exclaimed,grabbing his arm. Sunghoon laughed:

“Yeah,explain everything to your boyfriend. Come on,I wanna listen”

“He’s not my boyfriend,asshole! And tell me why you’re here! Are you stalking me now? Wasn’t text bombing and calling me everyday enough?!” you growled

“You answered so I just texted. I don’t seen anything wrong with it” Sunghoon shrugged his shoulder. His cocky attitude was getting on your nerves.

“Why did you answer him? You said you would’ve blocked him” Yixing’s face was marked by an expression of disappointment

“I should have,I know,but I didn’t;however I told him to stop texting and calling,I did it multiple times. I swear Yixing”

“If you didn’t want to text me you would’ve blocked me like the dude said”

“Shut the fuck up Sunghoon!”

“Yeah,you heard her:shut the fuck up” Yixing stepped closer to the boy,who obviously didn’t back up

“Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Yixing,please,no drama” you ran towards him,holding him back. The boy’s attitude softened as soon as you touched him;so he breathed in and recomposed himself.

“How did you find me?” you asked again to your ex

“I saw the story you posted. I was around so I thought I could come say hi” he smirked

“You’re fucked up” you mumbled,shocked

“You said hi,now go home” Yixing butted in the conversation, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. You scanned his movements,realising that there was a new shift in his attitude:he clearly had something in his mind so you just let him talk.

“Or what?” Sunghoon threatened the guy

“Or you’ll get kicked out. Let my girlfriend alone as she told you to do. I don’t repeat myself.”

“Girlfriend? For fuck sake is he your boyfriend or not?”

You were about to talk but Yixing gently hit your shoulder,meaning to let him handle the situation,so you did.

“I am,and you’re ruining our nice date” he spat out.

Sunghoon glared at him,then his eyes met yours:

“Is he lying?” he demanded,leaning in

You were sweating:you knew that the best thing to do to get our from that awful situation was following Yixing’s lead,but you were so scared of Sunghoon that words wouldn’t come out from your mouth.

“Step back” your friend put his arm between you and the guy whose eyes shifted again,leaning on Yixing

“You aren’t his boyfriend,are you? You’re just trying to get rid of me”

Yixing’s jaw clenched:he was getting extremely mad,you could tell from the veins of his neck popping out. It was sexy for sure,but it was also scary.

“I’ll show you then” the brunette spat out,turning to you.

Suddenly,you found your face a few inches away from you friend’s. His eyes chained to yours as his fingers stroked your cheek,resting on your chin. Your heart started beating fast,shivers crossed your spine,then the space between you and Yixing was set to zero.

When you lips met, the world stopped spinning. Everything froze,the only thing you could feel was Yixing’s sweet taste of mint bubblegum. He kissed you slowly,delicately. The arm wrapped around your shoulder tightened his grip a little bit as he used it to push you closer,while, with one of his hands,he tilted your head on the side. His lips moved back and forward,sweetly biting yours,mixing your salivas.

Your hands rested on his chest,gripping the cloth of his jacket,while your lower abdomen started tingling as you pushed it against the boy’s. You had completely lost control of your body,but you liked it:it had been a while since you felt like that.

You were completely lost in the moment,same was Yixing who would’ve never let you go if Sunghoon didn’t remind him of his presence with a loud cough.

“I’m his boyfriend and you gotta get out of here…now!” the brunette exclaimed,hiding his short breath.

Sunghoon glared at him,fire burning in his eyes:

“You’ll see me around,asshole” he growled

“I hope not for your safety. I’m not always this gentle with dickheads like you”

You watched as your ex left from the entrance door,feeling relieved.

“God” you mumbled while hiding your face in your hands

“He’s gone” Yixing dragged you into a new hug that you couldn’t reject,in fact you let yourself sink into it.

“Thankfully. I-I thought we needed to call the cops for a second” your voice was breaking as holding back your tears was hard

“It’s okay y/n,I’ve got you-Yixing said stroking your back-shall we go home?” he then asked,you nodded.

The next day you blocked Sunghoon everywhere,hoping that finally you would’ve lived a quite life…but nothing like that was about to happen.

There was one more thing that couldn’t let you sleep at night:Yixing’s kiss. It had been magical,you couldn’t deny it…and you couldn’t deny that the boy was as lost into it as you were.

“Fuck” you blushed,covering your face with the sheets of your bed. Why were you feeling like that? Like a little,vulnerable kid? You were so confused and,at the same time,so eager to meet Yixing again.

You wanted to see his smile,feel his fingers linger on your skin,giving you those little pleasing shivers and lighting up the sparkles in your stomach.

Wait…were you in love with Yixing? That Yixing,your best friend?!

“It can’t be possible!-you exclaimed,sitting-it can’t be!” you sighed.

Right in that moment, your phone rang and,as if it wasn’t enough,the one calling was the person you had been thinking about.

“Hi” you spoke calmly. You couldn’t let him know what was going in on in your mind.

“Wanna have breakfast together?” Yixing asked

“I’d love that,I’ll get ready. Where are we meeting?”

“At your place. I’ll pick you up. See you in a bit” the brunette didn’t even give you the chance to talk as he turned the call off.

Fastly,you got ready and then jumped in your friend’s car once he had arrived. You had breakfast in a nice café in Hongdae;the streets were already flowing with people even tho it was only 8:00am.

“How are you doing today?” Yixing asked while biting his croissant

“I’m doing better,thank your for asking” you smiled

“I’m great to hear that. I’ve been pretty worried. I don’t want you to suffer again for that idiot”

“I’m doing fine,really. I just got scared yesterday,I told you,but luckily you were there” without even thinking about it,you were looking for his hand to hold.

Yixing blushed as soon as your hands touched,but he didn’t try to shrug yours off,otherwise he held it back

“You mean the world to me. No one will make you suffer,not as long as I am around”

His eyes were chained to yours,a sweet light shining in their pupils:you didn’t know in which way he meant those words,but they made you skip a beat.

“T-Thank you…” you murmured,lowering your gaze. You wanted to giggle and kick your feet like a teenager girl,but you couldn’t.

Yixing smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear:he was looking at you with those puppy eyes that made you melt.

“Anyway-he coughed,recomposing himself-do you wanna go to the cinema tonight?”

“Tonight?” you blinked

“Yeah. I mean…hum…there’s a nice movie”

“What is it?”

“I-I don’t remember the title right now,but you can find it out by coming along”

You laughed:was there a real movie to watch or he just wanted to see you again? You didn’t care. You nodded and accepted the invitation,spending the whole day thinking about it.

As soon as you got back from work you ran to your bedroom,picking out the nicest dress you had in your wardrobe;then you moved on to your makeup,putting mascara and eye-liner on. The last time you worried so much about your appearance it was during one of the first dates with Sunghoon. That fact made you think even more:were you actually in love with Zhang Yixing? Damn if you were. You had lost it for that guy,for his eyes,his smile and,most of all,the way he treated you. You felt like a princess anytime he was around:he cared about you,paid attention to your well being and did everything he could for you to have a good time.

“Yixing,what did you do to me!” you sighed,hearing your door bell ringing:it was him for sure.

You ran downstairs and met the boy,who drove you to the cinema. You weren’t sure if Yixing actually chose the movie you saw or if he randomly picked one up just to cover his nice little lie,but you didn’t care anyway as you were too busy laughing with him and leaning onto him anytime he whispered something to your hear. You didn’t do it on purpose,your body was naturally attracted to the boy…and so was your mind.

Once the movie had finished the two of you went for a night walk,no one wanted to go home.

It was past midnight of a cold Saturday night. You were wrapped up in your coat,but apparently it wasn’t enough for you to stay warm

“I hate winter” you mumbled,sliding your hand in the pockets

“You’re always so cold-Yixing giggled,wrapping an arm around your shoulder to hold you close-better?” he demanded

“Better” you laughed.

The silence fell for a few seconds:you could see the boy staring at you under the dim light of the moon,a little smile on his lips

“Why are you smiling?” you demanded

“Am I?”

“Yeah” you nodded

“I think it’s your presence. You light up the rooms you step in”

“Oh come on,that’s too much” you laughed

“That’s not. I really believe it. No one is like you,and I must be favoured to know you”

At those words your cheeks heated up:thank God it was dark so he couldn’t see how you turned into a fresh tomato

“I could say the same of you. I’ve never been so happy before meeting you”

Without even noticing,the two of you had stopped walking and were standing face to face

“I can make you happy everyday if you let me”

“W-what?” those words caught you off guard

“You heard. Why would I keep on staying silent? I think it’s clear,isn’t it?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Was he getting there? Was he about to say what you had in mind? Oh God,make it happen—you thought

“Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed it,I know you did. I never really tried to hide it,maybe at the beginning,but not in the past weeks-Yixing paused for a moment-I love you y/n. I don’t know how it happened:maybe it was because we shared the same experiences,or maybe because I found someone that listened to me and understood me,or maybe it’s just you and the way you are…cuz you’re beautiful y/n,both inside and out. You’re the ray of sunshine I’ve been looking for during the past years and I wanna keep it with me for as long as it wants to stay…so,y/n,would you like to warm me for a while? Maybe forever if we’re meant to be?” Yixing grabbed your cold hands,holding them and dragging you closer. Your noses were a few inches away from each other. Once again,you could feel his warm breath against your skin

“I do,Yixing:I would love to be your ray of sunshine” you smiled

At those words Yixing’s hands cupped your cheeks and his lips met yours:once again sparkles lit up in your stomach and you lower back tingled.

Maybe it was finally time:maybe you had found the person that would’ve given you the unconditional love you deserved.

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demure2 · 10 months

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Blood is Thicker Than Wine _ FOUR

> BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WINE [MASTERLIST]

— 1930s au

— yandere neighbor!chanyeol x reader || ft. best friend!sehun

— genre: angst, suggestive

— warnings: language, alcohol use, cigarette/substance use, mental illness, watching from afar, anxiety, gun, blood, older fella chanyeol

— word count: 3.5k

— note: hey guys, sorry i got caught up in schtuff. final smut chapter after dis one and then i will FINALLY BE ABLE TO START NEW WRITING. smut chapter IS coming soon. um YAY…!! open to suggestions and criticisms always :)

“Would you stop doing that, Chanyeol?” Your voice can’t help but come out small and innocently, not sure if he even hears you. You’re inundated by the pressure of his gaze beating down on you, the embarrassing urge to cry tugging relentlessly on your soft features.

“Baby, doing what?” His face softens. The gash across Chanyeol’s nose bridge looks more salient than ever, the dried blood glistening in the sodium light. His boastful posture deflates.

He inches dangerously close to you, until you can feel his emanating body heat. Blood on his lips threaten to spill over from teeth marks branded deep into his skin, eyes blown out and impatiently waiting for your response. A simple-minded man, he’s always been unsure of how to confront feelings meaningfully. If he could make himself think harder of anything better than easing it all with a smoke, he’d do it, but he can’t.

The yearning is sudden and impulsive on his fingertips, creeping down into his jacket. He’s ready to balance a cigarette between his forefinger and middle, but his pocket is vacant no matter how many times he runs the pads of his fingers over the patch of surface. Fuck.

“Stop telling me stupid things. Responsible for the death of Park Yoora? Sehun’s a mailboy and author, working part time as a mechanic. He’s never maimed anyone, never hurt a soul, let alone someone from your bloodline, Chanyeol,” it comes out harshly from your throat, crudely. “I have no reason to believe you and your lies anymore.” As if watching Chanyeol’s face falter and fall dramatically was too much to bear, you lazily shut your hooded eye, which have no problem sticking together easily due to the air’s stagnant moisture. The words are oddly visceral in his ears, cold and unforgiving all at once.

The townsfolk would agree that they’re used to, maybe unsettlingly too used to, Chanyeol’s eyes being void of much emotion. That’s the kind of man he is, after all, no one else can ignite unexpected life in them besides you.

And so, the gleam of betrayal in his eyes tonight is suddenly immediate, catching you off-guard nonetheless. His fitfully soft gaze hardens and his eyebrows scrunch angrily, watching your irises amplify with fear beneath him. “What’s so unbelievable about that, [Y/N]? Believe me, your little boyfriend’s maimed whether you want it or not, and he’s maimed my sister. Her husband couldn’t pay off a car loan and she was dead, just like that. Accept it, like I have.

You don’t have to be best friends with a murderer, you can come keep me company, bring me pastries or bake me an apple pie every weekend — I’ll take care of you. He's not your best friend. Don’t want him to be,” Chanyeol’s voice breaks, the weight of his acidic jealousy and grief awfully agonizing. He pauses to watch your stoic face carefully, searching for regret, but he won’t find any more than his own. “There’s bathtubs of our moonshine in front of you, aren’t there? Then what’s so hard to believe about that? Can’t you just believe me?” His firm tone becomes desperate, tender and divulging of his feelings.

“When it’s Sehun doing dirt, you don’t bat a pretty eyelash, you don’t think he could ever do it. When I tell you, you’re quick to deem me incredulous. You just don’t know everything like you think you do, bunny,” Chanyeol’s complexion toughens up just enough for him to not break down, an almost-sneer. The words come out in fragments, bits and pieces, his eyes still eager for validation in yours. The distance between your bodies makes you anxious.

You attempt to save your case, beginning to look crazed going back and forth. “Your lies are in poor taste. Let’s not forget that you’re villainizing Sehun, when you’re just as worse, Chanyeol — you’re jealous, aren’t you? You can’t bear the thought of me hanging out with him, because your filthy mind is convinced he’s fucking my brains out over the hood of one of his flivvers,” you hiss, voice tight and indignant. Chanyeol’s jaw clenches, teeth gritting together in his guise of red-eared anger.

“My ‘little boyfriend,’ Chanyeol? You think I’m a damned slut? He’s still my best friend, and I won’t let your apparent matters get in between us. And you said you'd take care of me? With what, with the criminal cash you’ve laundered? Why do you even do this filthy work? Where did you fuck up, Chanyeol? Tell me! What went wrong with you?”

The confrontation reminds Chanyeol of his roots. He bares his teeth, putting his hands up defensively. “No. Don’t talk down to me. I’ll take care of us. I will.”

“No, really, Chanyeol. Why else would you be working for bootleggers? You fucked up, and then you try to make it all better by making me think my best friend is just as bad.”

“I wouldn’t say that I fucked up. Would you rather have not known that he was doing those things? Would you have rather lived in euphoric bliss all your life, hanging out with a murderer? You should be thanking me, [Y/N]. Are you upset, baby? Maybe I did make you hate your little boyfriend and you’re afraid to admit it.” You flinch as he gets in your face, mere inches away. But the smell of ash is unusually absent from his breath, and on nights like these, where you’ve wandered too far away from home, it’s more unsettling than comforting.

Chanyeol feels his words pile on top of each other in front of you, unable to withstand his anger. Despite this, sweet relief merely washes over his anger for a second, like a crisp breeze. He hopes you can sense it, too. More or less, he’d tasted victory. He knows you’re sort of unsure now, insecure of your accords with Sehun and who you thought he was.

Men like Chanyeol are stupid, so he takes the chance to finally close the distance between you, taking you into his arms and murmuring into your hair. “You don’t like him anymore, do you?” Chanyeol is hopeful and gentle with his words, softly in your ear. “You don’t love him more than you love me,” he repeats. “You love me.” The feeling deep inside you that Chanyeol was right is acidic in your mouth, and it eats at you tenaciously.

You push him off of you and wipe your mouth, as if being that close to him was depraving, although you’d been pressed up to him before.

Over and over again, countless times before, but never close enough.

Sehun still occupied your mind without a doubt — how could he not, having known you for 4 years? You’d deeply cared for him since you first met in highschool — you, a junior, and him, a second year college student. Brought together by your close-rooted excursions home from school, he’d been your older brother figure. You remember it clearly, he’d bring along his two college friends with him to walk you home some days — Junmyeon and Yixing. They both had a crush on you that winter, red noses and all.

JUNMYEON’S ETHYL & GARAGE WORK’s formation was starting to make a lot of sense. Especially regarding their choice of hired hands.

By your senior year, Sehun had already been close to dropping out twice, but for some reason, stayed. Your momma liked Sehun all the same, wishful thinking that he’d end up somewhere.

You start hesitantly, worry etched into your expression. “I didn’t know he was like this. I didn’t know both of you were involved in this, Chanyeol, and if I did, I wouldn’t have decided to know you. I’m compliant. I am sorry, but I cannot love crooked men like you.” Again, the words reverberate twice as cruel in Chanyeol’s large ears, echoing over and over. He can’t find a solution.

Still feeling the phantom trace of both of your hands pressed up to his chest, pushing him away, Chanyeol doesn’t like the feeling of defeat. “Talk about compliance? With what, laws or rumors? Was it so compliant of you to loiter and trespass into my house at midnight? Are you so compliant when Sehun asks you to use your pretty skirt to sneak a few cigarette packs out from the store? Who cares about what we do for cash, I know sure as hell that you of all people fucking don’t, [Y/N].”

You’re stunned, defensive and cold, so the words blurt out of your mouth before you have the chance to fully apprehend them, swiftly and fleeting. "I have a right to care, do I not?”

But they’re nothing of swiftly and fleeting to Chanyeol, repeating over and over in his mind in your gentle voice. You almost clasp your hands over your mouth, feeling your teeth gnawing on the inside of your cheek. Gravity had pulled your senses together too late, long after the words had left your mouth. Chanyeol releases his heel, ready to turn around just seconds before.

The lull in his voice isn’t deceptive for once, something of a catharsis. “You’ve never cared. Aren't you scared of me, [Y/N]? You don’t think I notice? You don’t think I’m self aware? Of course I’m jealous, I know that I’m fucking sick, I’m in love with someone who I’ve watched for weeks." He says this in a tone matter-of-factly, but shameful in its meaning. He can’t help but feel allured to the thought of protecting your sugary elation from his potent, black tar of a psyche, despite eagerly desiring its corruption. “I just can’t help it, anymore. Men like me are stupid,” he says, and you notice that he says that a lot. “I always want what I can’t have," Chanyeol exhales, catching his breath. "You’ll never get it, [Y/N].”

Unsure of what to say, you look up at Chanyeol with demure eyes, tears threatening to fall at the motion of a blink. The cellar air is still cold yet saturated against your skin, harsh and unforgiving. You're just as destroyed, turning away from him.

You don’t think he does, but of course Chanyeol takes notice of you eyeing the stairway carefully, the center of each step slightly depressed in crescents after years of crude weight. You take one more look behind you at him, eyebrows still furrowed and focused on you. Then, holding your skirt down, you run as fast as possible. “I’ve gotta go.”

Chanyeol stays still, watching your form retreat up the stairs.

Making it back to the intermediate EMPLOYEES ONLY desk room, your eyes meet Jongin's. He's breathing heavily, his body already backed up against the door, barricading it with muscular leverage. Jongin smiles gently at the sight of you, sweat from the parching tension condensing at his cupid's bow. His eyes curve upward as he smiles. "Why don't you stay with Chanyeol, instead."

The sound of steady footfall echoes in the stairwell behind you, creaking the wood underneath. Desperately, you run up to Jongin. "Let me out, I have to leave." You whisper thinly, pushing Jongin's hair back to reveal his pink flushed ears. He pauses for a moment, allowing the stairwell noises to reverberate louder. Quickly, voice hitching in his throat, he quietly urges. "Relax. He’s gon' go mad if he sees you this close to me, sweet stuff. Let's back up, ‘kay?”

Discomfort vaguely reflected in your expression, you back away slowly, turning your gaze to the stairwell. You watch intently as Chanyeol's torso slowly emerges from the stairs, holding onto the left railing.

Your eyes grace each other instantaneously, doubtful and ashamed. He approaches you first, although timidly, head down. Then lowly, pulling you toward him so only you can hear, he murmurs a pitiful "I'm so sorry."

Chanyeol looks up to press his lips together into a quick smile, glancing at Jongin — slang for thanks! Jongin nods, subsiding his body from the door. "Sehun's in the back again tonight. Still working on that flaming ‘32 Buick."

When you two meet the night air outside, his smile collapses again, everything inside of him falling in on each other. “Let’s bring you to him, now. He can drive you home tonight,” Chanyeol asserts coldly, angry at himself. He didn't mean to tell you all of that, especially before he’d told you that he’d loved you. He didn’t mean to tell you all of that for weeks, but stupid men like me aren’t good at thinking before we speak. His hands are rough and calloused, the functional arm brushing against your shoulder before quickly retracting.

You make your way around the back together to the rows of vehicle hoists in the large outdoor garage, moments of stillness and night peeking through the open air on the sides. Feeling pissed, you make sure to walk in front of Chanyeol, so he can see the perfect ellipse your hips sway in when you walk. You know he likes it.

You see it all at once; a vibrant and lousy red car with stained white wheels, and beneath it, a quietly focused but normally lousy boy. Black hair pasted to his forehead with sweat, and eyes thin at practice.

“Sehun!” you call eagerly, desperate for his familiarity. His narrowed eyes snap to you in an instant, then darts to the taller man next you.

You run towards him, even against the emanating smell of gas and motor oil from his work station. Then, you fall to your knees on the rough asphalt, meeting him eye level as he sits there in baggy denim, one knee up and the other leg stretched out like a cat.

“He took you here, doll?” His voice is shaky and concerned for the both of you, glaring at Chanyeol from a distance. Sehun’s face is covered in sweaty dew from exposure to the close heat, hands diligently buried in the car’s hind suspension beam and axle.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you work with him?”

Sehun’s gaze hardens intensely, his dark brown irises piercing the scene behind you. You turn around quickly, realizing Chanyeol was now close to the car as well, having walked to where you two were.

Sehun draws back his hands from the machinery and hoists himself up to the other side, out from sitting underneath the raised car. He dusts off his knees, standing up to reach Chanyeol’s height, separated only by the flaming red Buick between them — and you, sitting at Chanyeol’s feet. They stare at each other menacingly in the dim garage light momentarily. Their mannerisms are similar in this way; backs straight like soldiers for war, eyebrows furrowed and heaving chests. What could you do?

Chanyeol breaks the silence. Snarkily, he’s unphased, unmoving and still. “Just wanted to show your sweetheart what you were up to. Car fixing, wine selling, killing innocent families for patriarchs’ loans. She actually really missed you, Sehun. I’m so jealous, really.”

“Still caught up on big sissy? That happened months ago, don’t be so brash in front of [Y/N], now. Does she know that you taint the liquor you sell, Chanyeol?”

“She knows what my tongue feels like,” Chanyeol cocks his head to the side, sticking out his tongue to bite down on it. A taunting demonstration in Sehun’s face, the mockery is jarring. He’s taken aback momentarily, but that doesn’t stop him from putting his arms down onto the Buick’s hood, triumphantly. “What’s your fucking problem?”

“That someone I’m forced to work with keeps fucking with things I care about.” Sehun fucks up on the job, and he gets away kindly with a lengthy talk from Junmyeon about not killing innocent people for fear. Sehun fucks up off the job, and he’s got no one left to clean up for him. These things are still foreign to Sehun, still young and unsure of trivial matters. Like if the way his dick curves to the right will make him die sooner, or if he’ll ever grow any facial hair.

Your eyes dart between the two men and their exchange, though its difficult to see Sehun from your position, so you stand up.

Sehun throws his denim jacket to the garage’s floor, nothing underneath except skin slick with grease. The buttons make contact with the cement, clicking and clunking. Their eyes are locked, not parting for a second.

“You wanna go? Fist to fist like men?” Sehun clenches his fists with bruising grasps. Chanyeol laughs, “not really.”

He’d lose anyway, with one functional arm, the other in a sling to his side.

Sehun seethes, seconds away from lunging at Chanyeol anyway. “What’s got you so pent up? The girl here has your panties in a twist?”

“Every man’s own right to go and have his own wife.”

Then, Sehun frowns upon reaching an epiphany. “So pitiful of you. You dragged [Y/N] along so she would hate me.” Chanyeol smiles shamelessly, not completely a lie. “Some of it.”

Sehun begins to make his way around the hood of the car, nothing in between you now to shield against his vexation. The denim jeans he wears are dirty and caked with dirt at the knees, and the baggy fabric folds between his legs at every motion.

“Why don’t we put this in the past, Chanyeol? You always let all your emotions get the best of you, except anger. You always let the anger bottle up! Even now I know you’re not angry at me, even though I can’t bring Yoora back for you,” Sehun contends, strangely assertive behavior for him. “Let’s start over, Park Chanyeol. I’ll hang out with [Y/N], and you can go back to that Mélis doll. We’ll work together from now on, I’m not bargaining with you, now.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Chanyeol raise his hand up from his hip, slipping into his coat.

You almost would have missed it if it weren’t for the proud blood splatter on the cement, the vehemently loud noise over in the span of a blink.

Sehun jerks his body away from Chanyeol’s at once, your heart thundering in your chest. You watch stock-still and he wretches an agonizing groan, clutching his lower abdomen and collapsing onto the bloodied cement. Sehun calls out your name faintly, but you try not to look. His stomach makes an obscene sticky squelch.

Your scream makes Chanyeol wince with an eye closed, though the gloating smile tugging at his lips is harder to hide. “He’ll be fine, ready to work in a week. Just in the hip. Jongin and Baekhyun heard it, it’s nothing,” nonchalantly, he returns the hand to his side.

You rush to Sehun’s side before you have the chance to puke all over the pavement, holding his face in your hands. His eyes are hazy, but eyebrows still furrowed in a fit of silent rage, teeth hissing. “Hurts so bad, [Y/N]. You need to run,” he pants in your ear, tucking his head in between your neck and your collarbone. He’s lightheaded because of the blood loss, blooming through his denim jeans. His eyes plead, and he manages a small “love ya.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Sehun, I’m here.”

The silence makes you twist your head to find the older man, quickly. “You did this to him! You sick creep, he’s bleeding out, he’s hurt, he’s in pain. He’s going to die!” But Chanyeol is already leaning on a concrete pillar haphazardly, without a care in the world, “let him.”

You take off your slip-on coat quickly, then your tight, long sleeved blouse. The tourniquet you make resembles a bloodied kitchen rag, but it will make-do until Jongin and Baekhyun flood the scene. The slip-on coat makes it back on your form before they arrive.

When the men reach Sehun’s side, they work hastily and efficiently, before hefting his weight onto their backs.

You slip next to Chanyeol, still gazing at Sehun’s disheveled form. He’s still conscious, but in shock and daze held up. “You still want him to take you home tonight?”

“What is wrong with you?”

Chanyeol had gotten into the illegal trade while youthful, following his discharge from the militia. A jarhead, blunt and unsure, he’d reluctantly majored in business. When it all came crashing down in the midst of the roaring 20s, he’d decided that he’d work in law enforcement customs — an easy job that brunt men could understand, watching the crime rate reach an all time high. During these times, he observed Mr. Kim Junmyeon, a sophisticated industrialist, audaciously bringing in wooden crates of illegally distilled liquor crossing between Montreal to Manhattan. He wasn’t worried, because he knew it would work out in the end — and he was good at networking, even with the authorities.

Really, he admired Junmyeon’s work and dedication to the craft, lacking his own ambition. He'd let Junmyeon slip through easily, beginning to lack integrity. Junmyeon knew this, so he’d go back and forth with new bottles every two weekends, sparing Chanyeol a few for his kind gesture. Now, they hand out laundered money together at the pubs like candy, and crash autos like they’re nothing more than just carnival bumper cars. Sell wine like water, corrupt what you need to in order to get what you want.

Out of all, though, they don't meddle in each other’s businesses.

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Third Name

Member/Pairing: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre/Type: Smut, Mature, Romance, Royalty/ Dictatorship AU, Action, Time jumps. Multichapter.

Word count: 8250 words.

Summary: Anna has a plan for her own freedom. Prince Kyung Soo has one for the nation. She thinks she is meeting her enemy, he just wants to meet her. When the revolution begins he will need her help to claim their freedom.

PS: I block empty blogs.

Chapter 11

Kyung Soo’s face begging her to take him out of there was hunting her.

It was the first time Anna saw him like that, and she wasn’t planning on letting him there suffer for much longer. So this meeting with Minseok, Sehun, and Chanyeol had to be the last one.

“If we are taking him out we can't just take him, we have to make it look like a kidnapping, make a huge deal about it, use it as a distraction,” Minseok said very seriously.

“For what?” Chanyeol asked, almost angry. Not with Minseok, but with everything. He and Sehun were filled with frustration since they couldn’t leave the Clan’s hideouts, unable to help anybody, especially their friend.

“So the Clan can start moving and also to bomb his uncle's reputation” The three of them looked at Minseok asking for more details.

“If Kyung Soo just disappears he could use it, say that he ran away, or straight up fake his death and take the crown, if we kidnap him he is going to have to explain some things to the Crown and at least they will look for him”

“I see, we are going to put him in a tight spot, I like that, me and Chanyeol will take care of it and Anna is in charge of kidnapping her boyfriend" She liked the idea, although at this point she would agree to any plan. Anna asked them the only thing she cared about now.

"When is this happening? " Minseok told them to prepare for that Friday.

That night, and the ones that followed, she visited Kyung Soo and shared with him their plan. His eyes shone and he promised that he would follow the rules, without asking for explanations.

Anna explained everything with details and made him repeat some important parts of the plan to check if he was paying attention.

"As long as you are with me we will be ok, but if we split for some reason you need to stay in the castle hidden, they are never going to search for you here, they are going to assume that we took you out" She told him holding his hand as soon as she notice how nervous he was.

"Who is going to help you?" He asked, offering both of his hands for her to hold.

"I was told that it's about time to tell you this, and it's going to be a lot, so interrupt me when you think it's needed because you have a question or it's just too much" Kyung Soo assured her that he was going to do so and also remain calm.

Anna spoke without interruptions about the Clan. Kyung Soo only listened and stared at her with his big round eyes.

"With your illness and your parents death the Order is currently in a malleable state, they could support you and wait for you or just choose your uncle as the next king, if that were to happen, the people would take the hardest part and the Clan would have to change the course of actions radically… your uncle has his own people, his own ideas and connections with other countries that could start a coup" Kyung Soo covered his face with his hands, breathing heavily.

"And if they chose me, what was the original plan? " He asked after calming himself down.

"You were going to start your own coup against the Order, with the support of the Clan"

"So a civil war?" Anna began repeating what Minseok said to her.

"The goal was always to create a citizen movement stronger than the crown and its army, use the least amount of confrontation between citizens…I think we are almost there, but things have to speed up, and we will see what kind of force is needed after we take you out of here"

"We can't avoid confrontation then" He commented with resignation.

"No we can't, but you know? The Clan has gained so many followers… and even if they don't consider themselves as followers, the amount of people that's against the crown is the majority now, so I would say that we could have a short period of confrontation" Anna tried to inject some positivity in him.

"You think so?... But all these people resent me too. Why would they follow the Clan knowing I'm part of It " The sadness in his voice made her reach for his face and caress his cheeks softly.

"I wouldn't be so sure, people have always liked you, they think you are different from your family… I changed my mind after meeting you " She ended, feeling a bit shy.

Kyung Soo hid his face in her hand with a shy chuckle.

"Everything you say surprises me, but nothing seems strange, I'm taking it in with much ease"

"I've noticed it, I'm quite relieved " Silence fell upon them, a calm silence. Anna kept caressing his face and Kyung Soo rested a shy hand on her leg.

"I take your touch with much ease too" He teased.

"You definitely do"

"I have been dreaming with you a lot," Kyung Soo confessed, his eyes closed.

"Tell me about them" She invited him.

"You appeared in a room, covered in spider webs and with your feet wet, it was a big room covered with paintings, probably here in the castle. You said that Sehun told you to go there using the passages, then… " Anna stopped him covering his mouth.

"Let me finish your story so you can see that it wasn't a dream but a memory" Anna told him how he helped her dry her feet, cleaned her hair and then trained her for the first time. His eyes kept growing bigger and bigger, nodding with her as she described his dream. As if she had been there.

Because she did.

As Anna said, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory.

"What about my other dreams, are those memories too?" Anna couldn't know, so she listened to the ones he remembered, and to their surprise, she knew all of them.

Kyung Soo heard the deaf noise of the two guards falling unconscious. And just a couple of seconds later, two guys appeared through his doors.

"Chanyeol? Sehun?" Kyung Soo called them, but regretted it immediately after seeing the excitement in the eyes of one of them.

"You remember us?" He asked, his eyes beaming.

"No he doesn't, Anna told her about us coming" The other tall man answered, stealing the words from his mouth.

"I don't remember you… " Kyung Soo tried to explain, but the same guy interrupted him.

"But you feel like you know us, we know, I'm Sehun, this is Chanyeol" He pointed at the guy behind him with a smile. The guy, Chanyeol, pushed Sehun to the side and threw himself onto Kyung Soo, hugging him tightly. Kyung Soo's arms circled his wide frame without thinking twice as he heard Chanyeol's quiet sob. He then saw over his friend's shoulder how Sehun cleaned his tears with the back of his hand and taking one long step he hugged them both. Despite how hard they were hugging him, Kyung Soo felt his chest filling up with air and something else.

Sehun was right, he felt like he knew them. Kyung Soo had seen them in his dreams several times.

"Your majesty!" They heard from down the hall. They looked at each other and Kyung Soo felt a spark. A child-like excitement that was short lived as they noticed that the nurse was on her way.

"Now if you excuse me" Chanyeol told him with sudden urgency. He went behind him, put on his balaclava and gave him an arm lock as Sehun put on his own and took out a gun. Kyung Soo took a deep breath, held onto Chanyeol's arm and began squirming and asking for help.

As soon as the nurse appeared at the door, Sehun held the gun to her head.

"We are taking him with us, but you can't come" And with a swift movement that made him almost gasp in awe, Sehun hit her in the back of the neck, making her pass out. He then grabbed her with one hand and threw her inside one of the empty closets.

"Let's go" He then said, as if nothing happened.

As Anna told him, Chanyeol and Sehun were going to be his kidnappers. They needed people who knew the castle, and although they weren't the only ones, they insisted on participating just so they could meet his friend sooner.

Chanyeol's grip around his neck was now around his shoulders as they went down the stairs. Sehun walked ahead, checking the corners with his gun held tightly. A noise bomb was set to explode in five minutes, so they had to be quick.

They were reaching the second floor when they heard the loud bang of the noise bomb. Two seconds later he felt the floor vibrating. He looked at his friends in fear, wondering what could be causing that movement.

"There they are," Chanyeol muttered as a group of around ten men appeared. His first instinct was to run, but he knew that he had to stay put. The ten men stopped in front of them, fully armed, with a serious expression, and standing very close to each other, forming a tight pack. Chanyeol grabbed Kyung Soo's arm and pushed him in front of the guards. Two of them took a step to the side and from between them a man appeared.

It was his decoy. Same eighth, hair, complexion and clothes. Even his face was similar to his. His double bowed at him and called his name with devotion. Kyung Soo did the same, thanking him for what he was doing.

They made the exchange. Kyung Soo left with the guards and his decoy with Chanyeol and Sehun.

"We will meet later" Sehun assured him after seeing the look on Kyung Soo's eyes.

The pack of guards dashed down the hall with him hidden between their massive bodies. When they reached a new set of stairs, they split into two groups. One went back to his room to play the part and check on the noise bomb. Kyung Soo's group went downstairs, to the service rooms, more specifically the kitchen. The four men that accompanied him took him inside an empty room and began changing clothes. They hid their uniforms inside backpacks and put on black clothing and balaclavas. One of the guards began pulling rifles from one of the closets and handed one to each of his companions. They did everything in complete silence, only exchanging looks to communicate. Kyung Soo kept quiet, looking at them in amazement, wondering if he used to be like that. If he also knew how to hold a rifle like that.

" Your majesty, we are ready to go, I will be the one holding you, so I hope you don't mind if… " Kyung Soo didn't let him finish and stood in front of him, giving him his back so he could hold him like Chanyeol did before. Although this guy was probably two times bigger than his friend.

"When you helped me train on sword fighting at the military, you held me like this once, I was fifteen back then and you were twenty, I was very small and skinny back then and you told me that someday I was going to get bigger, and here we are" The guard shared with him as they got ready to leave the room. Kyung Soo was smiling for the first time that day. Because even if he didn't remember that, he felt an overwhelming fondness for this man. Before he could say anything, the men opened the door and took him out of the room. He began playing the part again, screaming and fighting his kidnappers.

They shot some bullets to the ceiling and people began coming out of their rooms. Butlers, guards, and maids. Kyung Soo noticed how they all reacted differently. He could split it between people who knew what was going on and people that didn't.

They walked into the kitchen because it was one of the few rooms that had a door that went into one of the castle's gardens. The only garden that had a passage directly into the forest behind the castle.

One of the guards walked ahead of them and was getting ready to kick the door open when one of the cooks stood in front of him holding her knife.

"Leave our king alone" She muttered between clenched teeth. Kyung Soo recognized her. She was his personal cook, the woman that had been feeding him since he was a baby, Nuni. That wasn't her name, but it was the name that his baby self gave her and it remained like that until now. Kyung Soo knew that the order was to get rid of whoever got in the way. So he begged his captors not to hurt her. They were taken aback by his reaction.

"Nuni, let us go, I will be alright! " He insisted. But she stayed put, still holding her knife with her tired hands.

"You heard him, we will take good care of him," The guard said, hovering over her. She held his stare, then looked at Kyung Soo and then back at the guard.

"If something happens to him, I will skin you and feed you to the Order" Nobody laughed. The guard nodded at her, looking less threatening, and pushed her to the side. Kyung Soo told her again that he was going to be fine as they dragged him outside the castle.

"That was unexpected, " Commented the guard holding him. Kyung Soo couldn't answer, still shocked.

As they walked into the garden, they began hearing shoots on the wing of the castle just above them. They quickened their steps until they reached a small hut that could be turned down by a soft gust of wind. Two men walked inside lifting an iron coffin with a lot of effort. Then a third guy got to his knees and with one punch of his fist destroyed the small wooden door under the coffin. His captor grabbed him by the arms and quickly shoved him down the hole with little care. He could barely register the fall, from one second to the other he was on the hard and damp floor of the passage, with a pungent pain in his palms.

He heard quick steps approaching him and soon a light shone in his face.

"Kyung Soo!" His body recognized the voice before his brain could, relaxing immediately and forgetting about the pain. Anna turned off the flashlight and helped him get up. Before he could regain balance, he threw himself to her, hugging her tightly, taking in her scent.

"Anna, you did it, you really got me out of there" His raspy voice whispered into her ear.

"Kyung Soo, Do you remember me?" Anna asked, surprised by his hug and the passion in his voice, hopeful that all this had brought back something, anything.

"No, I haven't, I'm so sorry, but please hug me" Anna circled his waist with her arms and his relief brought tears to his eyes.

“My head can't fully remember you yet, but the rest of my body does, so please keep holding me" Anna felt his hands rubbing her back and his lips caressing her jaw and neck. He was holding her with such enthusiasm that he lifted Anna off her feet, making her giggle. Her carefree laugh and her touch made something click in his head. That same muscle memory that knew how she felt between his arms and against his skin made him realize how much he needed to kiss her. And now that he could finally savor freedom, he wanted to mix that taste with her kisses.

He held her face, resting his forehead gently on hers. She was looking at him with glassy eyes, her lips forming an adorable pout. Anna felt as if her heart had stopped beating, in comparison to how fast and hard it beat as she waited for Kyung Soo in the damp passage. Now all that seemed very distant and the only thing that mattered to her was him holding her and looking at her like that. She felt him running his fingers through her ponytail, making her close her eyes as a hot shiver ran down her back. Kyung Soo reached for her face cautiously, testing her reaction and his. Although it was clear to him that he wanted this, he needed this. He held her chin and gently tilted it up until her lips were centimeters away from his. Anna stared into Kyung Soo's deep gaze. Her right hand searched for his, interlocking their fingers as she moved closer. Kyung Soo released a short sigh, before taking a deep breath and closing the distance between them.

Kyung Soo's lips stroked hers slowly at first, testing Anna's response and his. But that didn't last. It was the softness of her lips and the taste of her mouth that made him hold her tighter and deepened the kiss. Anna threw her arms around his shoulders and almost climbed him as she answered the kiss. Kyung Soo always kissed as if it was the last time. And he was kissing her like that. Like he knew that she was his. They quickly melted into each other, her fingers tangled in his hair, as Kyung Soo touched her through her thick wool jacket. In the distance she heard a noise, a low cough, or something of the sort. Then Kyung Soo's name was called by a deep voice. It became insistent enough that she had to break the kiss and push Kyung Soo away.

"Your majesty, Anna, you need to start moving" Kyung Soo's ears went red and Anna covered her mouth in embarrassment. The guys that brought Kyung Soo to her were still there, giving them some privacy by not looking, but they could hear everything.

"I'm so sorry, thank you for your work, we will see you later." She thanked them again, grabbed Kyung Soo's hand, and pulled him into the depths of the dark passage.

They walked for around thirty minutes until Anna stopped in front of an iron stair. At the end of it, he could see the square metal door that indicated the end of the second part of the plan. And so far everything worked perfectly.

Anna led the way again, climbing the stairs and opening the door with one strong push. The bright light made him look away with discomfort.

“I’m going to go first to see if there’s any problem, don’t go out until I come back” He nodded and took a step back to give her space so she could move.

She came back 5 minutes later, although for Kyung Soo it felt like an hour.

He came out of the passage feeling overwhelmed by the amount of green under his feet and the cold wind messing with his hair. Around them, there was a forest with tall trees and bushes spread here and there. The only noise they could hear was the wind, no cars, no people. He couldn’t even see the castle.

Next to him, Anna was doing her part. As he was amazed by the nature that he could finally see after months, she was taking a radio out of her backpack. She turned it on, jolting at the loud static noise, and quickly found the channel to communicate with the people on the other side.

“This is queen, my partner is here, any news? over” Again static and then a click.

“Everything is moving, there are currently four groups moving and searching for the three decoys we send and Kyung Soo so be careful, get out of there as soon as you can, over”

“Understood, over” Anna turned off the radio and searched for Kyung Soo. He was staring at the passage door with attention. She called his name and he brought a finger to his lips.

“I think there’s someone in the passages” He whispered. Anna stood next to him and sharpened her ear.

A rhythmic sound and some grunts, whatever it was it was getting closer. And it couldn't be good.

Anna took off her backpack and searched for the one thing she knew would help them. Kyung Soo’s eyes grew three times bigger when he saw Anna pull a hand grenade from her backpack. She got on her knees at the edge of the entrance and with expert hands she pulled the trigger and threw the grenade inside the passage. They had 10 seconds to run away and avoid any mishap. Kyung Soo grabbed her hand and pulled her up, running away, avoiding trees and jumping over rocks. They stopped when they heard the explosion throwing themselves to the floor and covering their heads.

The explosion only lifted some dust and made the floor shiver, but the shouts from the guards in the passage as they saw the grenade coming at them were loud and clear.

Anna just closed her eyes and thought about the greater good.

When she was finally ready to open them, Kyung Soo was staring at her with wonder, but also a lot of worries.

“It’s your first time doing this?” He whispered.

“It is,” She confessed after a couple of breaths.

“I’m sorry you had to do this because of me” He said as he held her hand.

“I would do it a hundred times and more if necessary, let’s keep moving” She held onto his hand and got up, following the planned path to get out of the forest.

When they reached the highway, Anna looked at her clock, checking if they were right on time. Just two minutes ahead of schedule. Their surroundings were silent too, Kyung Soo suspected they were on the highway behind the hill that surrounded the castle. He was shocked by the fact that he knew that information. He was still not sure of how much memory he had lost.

“The truck is going to be here in a minute, remember to pay attention to the sound, if we can’t hear the squealing from the pigs, we need to hide '' Anna instructed him as she changed her backpack from her back to her chest. Kyung Soo closed his eyes and did as Anna instructed. He counted the seconds in his head, and just when he was reaching fifty-nine, he heard one loud squeal. He could also hear Anna celebrate with a curse.

The truck approached them at a low speed, flickering its lights. The noise of the pigs was now louder than its engine, as the smell.

“It’s going to be a short ride, don’t worry” Anna assured him as if sensing his worry.

The truck stopped, and they climbed the door, jumping onto the back, and falling between the smelly pigs. They moved to the front, avoiding the grumpier pigs, and settled there. Anna took the radio from her back and turned it on.

“We are on the truck, over” Static noise.

“There are guards at the bypass, do as planned, if it doesn’t work, he knows that he has to drive past them, over” Anna took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and answered.

“Understood, over” And she turned off the radio.

As they said, there were guards at the bypass. Before them, two cars waited for their control. Anna and Kyung Soo slid down the wall of the truck and lay on the floor hidden by the pigs. The smell was so strong that she had to hide her face on her arm, trying to isolate her nose. It was useless, but it helped her focus. They couldn’t hear what was happening. The truck moved slowly ahead and then stopped. The pigs complained, and time passed. They were stuck for around five minutes until the truck engine woke up again with a loud roar. Anna turned on the radio again.

“Safe?, over” Just a second passed until they answered.

“Safe, see you in an hour, over” Static noise again.

They kept quiet, sitting down, already used to the smell. Anna kept checking her clock, the anxiety didn’t leave, even when knowing they were safe now. She wasn’t going to rest until Kyung Soo crossed the doors of the old parliament. There was still danger, and her senses were all focused on catching any sign of it.

Kyung Soo kept quiet, to not disturb Anna’s focus and to be a little help too. He kept looking through the slits between the wood of the back of the truck. He knew how the old parliament looked, he could even remember some rooms from the inside. From behind a thick wall of trees, he could finally see it. Anna gasped at the sight and held his hand tighter.

“We are almost there” She whispered, smiling brightly.

The closer they got to their destination, the scarier it got. At any time a car from the Order could appear behind them, they could even meet them at the doors of the Clan hideouts. Too many things were at risk, and it would be their fault. Anna wished she was the only one feeling that burden.

The truck stopped and the driver got off. He dashed to the back of the truck and pulled the doors open with a single pull. This was probably the first time she felt so happy to see Junmyeon, and she let him know.

“Right back at you Anna, Kyung Soo, I’m so glad to see you again, I’ll tell you who I am later, let’s move, Minseok is waiting for us” Kyung Soo bowed at him, looking uncertain and followed Anna as she began to move.

They ran across the abandoned highway behind the parliament and reached the gates. Anna took the key from her boot and opened them, closing behind. Every opened door had to be closed.

As soon as they got inside the abandoned building, Kyung Soo commented on how he was familiar with it. There was excitement in his voice, which made her and Junmyeon smile. He followed them down the main hall, having a weird feeling of knowing where they were going. When Junmyeon opened one tall wooden door, he gasped in surprise, making him jolt.

“Minseok, you son of a bitch, you scared me, I thought we were meeting down there” Kyung Soo saw a man approaching, meeting them halfway. He shook Junmyeon’s hand and patted Anna’s shoulder before approaching him.

“It’s great to have you here Kyung Soo, I’m Minseok '' He held his hand up and Kyung Soo shook it without hesitation.

“Anna told me a lot about you, I hope our memories come back to me soon” Kyung Soo saw the sadness in his friend's eyes, so he smiled calmly to show him that he was better than they thought. Anna was the one who brought them back to the urgent matter and hurried them to keep moving. They went inside the service bathroom. Junmyeon pushed the elegant closet to the side, exposing the black metal door. She opened the lock and they got inside the tunnel with Minseok leading the way with his flashlight. She waited for Kyung Soo and locked arms with him, knowing how cold that path was, sicking for warmth and hopefully giving him some.

When they entered the main hall, Kyung Soo gasped loudly. Walking around and sitting on different surfaces there were around 100 people showing different levels of worry.

They were all waiting for him.

Everybody stopped what they were doing and slowly approached them. Minseok was the first one to talk.

“Everything went according to the plan, we will have time to talk tomorrow, as for now, we should let Kyung Soo rest, it was a long and tiresome day” Everybody agreed. But one of the assistants, their teacher from university, walked to the front and spoke for the crowd.

“Your majesty, welcome home, can we greet you?”

Kyung Soo looked at Anna nervously. He wanted to greet them, thanking them for being there, but he still felt as if he didn’t quite deserve the attention and reverence he received from them. Anna circled his waist, smiling at him, bumping his hip with hers playfully. The warmth he felt coming from her was the support he needed to greet everybody and thank them in some way for the hardship they go through just to accompany him.

He spent about an hour doing so. Everybody introduce themselves as if it was the first they were meeting, although he knew it wasn’t. Anna stayed next to him the whole time. She clearly knew all of them, and with the information he had about the Clan and his involvement with it, he felt overjoyed by the fact that she had involved herself so perfectly with all of them.

Minseok had a filling meal prepared for them at his office. But first, their friend made them change into clean clothes to get rid of the pig's smell. Kyung Soo was excited to talk to him. He wished Sehun and Chanyeol were there with them, but they had to end their part of the plan, so they would be back tomorrow morning. It was almost midnight, the food was gone and Kyung Soo was feeling the stress of the night turning into tiredness. The chat with his friend helped him calm down the adrenaline, but everything felt very strange still. Good strange, though. He was out of that prison. No nurse injecting him and causing him pain. He could move, do what he wanted, speak whenever he wanted. He didn’t have to listen to his uncle's horrible comments anymore, he was out of danger now and Anna was with him. She didn’t have to walk those cold and spider-infested passages anymore to see him. She wasn’t speaking to him in whispers just so the guards outside his room couldn’t hear them. She was laughing freely now, speaking loudly. He didn’t know how long this new calm would last, but he was going to enjoy it.

Minseok was considerate enough to ask Anna to guide Kyung Soo to his room. Room that in the last months had become her room. She always kept it clean and tidy, knowing that he would be back someday. She walked him down the hall, holding his hand and sending him loving looks as he asked random questions about the Clan’s building. She felt almost suffocated by happiness.

Anna walked him inside his room and gave him time to look around. The way he walked around his bedroom reminded her of how she inspected his room the first time she visited it. He stared at the books, the paintings, he touched the furniture and the fabrics around him. He stopped at the wall covered with photos. Like Anna back then, he probably didn’t recognize most of the people there, but he was still smiling. Her tummy shivered when Kyung Soo set his eyes on their picture.

“I like how you look in your uniform” He commented, taking the picture from the wall and bringing it to give it a closer look. She stood next to him, still having that fuzzy feeling when looking at that photo and how sweet Kyung Soo looked passing an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek.

“If I ever had a doubt about what you said about us, now that doubt it’s completely gone,” He said with a chuckle. She only rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

They sat on the bed staring at the photo wall, with Kyung Soo pointing at faces asking for names or telling her how much he remembered about them. It wasn’t a lot, but he knew some things, like names, or specific events that she couldn’t corroborate if they were accurate or not. She promised him that they would ask Minseok tomorrow.

Kyung Soo began talking about their day, saying and asking what he couldn’t say as they made their escape.

“I bet you were nervous and thinking about this nonstop,” She told him playfully after they went over the last bit of their day, the dinner with Minseok.

“I was nervous, but to be honest, I was thinking about you, worried about you, nervous about what you had to do, watching everything you did. In my lockdown what I did the most was think about you” His voice didn’t show any shyness, but his ears were red.

“You have been thinking about me?” She whispered close to his face.

“Yeah,” He turned his head, moving closer to her, but not meeting her eyes.

“What kind of thinking?” She kept digging.

“The kind where I have to control myself” He finally met her eyes, dark and big, pulling her in.

“Kiss me, love” She ordered him, climbing on his lap as he grabbed her face, kissing her before she could finish her sentence. The way Kyung Soo touched her hadn’t changed. His hand followed a pattern that was familiar to her. Grabbing her waist pulling her closer, holding to her hips and rubbing her thighs and back. Then repeat until he grew frustrated with the clothes between his hands and her skin. His passion turned into desperation quickly. He was a bit hard and rough, biting her lower lip and sucking on the skin of her chin and neck. She moaned as his hands slid up her chest, holding her head by the nape.

"Kyung Soo, are you sure you want to do this?" She asked him, driven by consideration for her boyfriend who was currently recovering from a memory loss and a very traumatic experience. But Kyung Soo didn't answer and kept kissing her face and neck. She insisted once again, but she got the same answer from him. At least she had the consideration, she thought to herself, as she pulled his sweater off.

"Kyung Soo I’ve missed you so much" She whispered desperately, against his lips, kissing his cheeks and forehead.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry" He hugged her, hiding his guilty face on her chest. She hated seeing him like this, apologizing when he was the victim. She grabbed his face and made him look at her.

"Don’t! Come here” She had to grab him harder as he insisted on lowering his head.

“You are never leaving my side again, understood?” He nodded, kissing the palm of her hand.

“We will stay together from now on,” She promised.

“Yes Anna” He kissed her other hand.

“And we will achieve everything we want, not tonight though, tonight we will only think about us, ok?” Kyung Soo giggled, that childish laugh that put the first seed of love in her heart.

She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, trapping him under her body, kissing his cheeks and neck taking in his delicious scent and the warmth of his skin. Kyung Soo’s grunts and sighs of pleasure were interrupted by a question.

“Have I ever had you like this before?” He saw it a couple of times in dreams, but he never trusted those blindly.

“Yes, a couple of times” She confessed, looking at his curious eyes.

“I hate that I can't remember it” He cursed with frustration, and Anna understood it, but that was not the mood she needed at that moment.

“Don't worry, you will” And to fully bring him back to the moment, she sat up and took off her flannel.

He opened his mouth and eyes wide in adorable shock. His hands reached for her naked waist, slowly, flinching when he could finally touch her.

"You so familiar to me, I can't find you in my memory if I try, but just now when I touched you, I knew it wasn't the first time" He moved his hands up and shyly caressed the edge of her bra.

"It's okay, you can't see what we had, they made you hide it in your memories, but you can't forget me, who I am in essence, what we did, the way I felt on your hands and lips, there are some things you can't forget Kyung Soo, focus on bringing them back” His hands settled on her waist as Anna moved her waist slowly, out of reflex. Kyung Soo closed his eyes as his hands moved down her thighs and then up again, briefly rubbing her center with his thumb.

Anna moaned softly, holding to his forearms.

“Please tell me that you remember some of me” She begged.

“I can't... I try but I can't” There was some despair in his voice. She felt terribly bad for him, guilty for telling him that, but she never let sadness or frustration be useless, so she used those feelings to fuel her will and do something about it. She was the only one who could help him remember her.

“Then come here, I'm going to make you remember” Anna grabbed Kyung Soo’s clueless face and brought him to her. Making him sit on the bed, having him close to her face and chest.

“You liked it when I touched your chest, you said it gave you a burning feeling” She caressed down his neck with the tip of her fingers and then placed her hands on his warm chest.

“And this was your favorite” She held his chin and turned his face to the right making her way to his neck. He closed his eyes in pleasure, hugging her waist and hiding his face on her shoulder.

“I know those things can't be erased from your head, they are imprinted on your skin” She whispered on his neck making him grunt. Emboldened by his reactions and by the delight of touching her man like this, she pulled off his sweatshirt.

“Can you feel it?” She hugged him, rubbing his shoulders and taking in the warmth of his chest.

“I.. think I do” He chuckled, kissing her chin.

“Good, touch here, you said you loved it” She pulled down her bra ignoring the gasp he released, and put his hand on top of her breast.

“Touch it, please, touch me” Kyung Soo did as told, calling her name and immediately taking his other hand to her chest.

“My head can’t place the moment I did this, but it feels so intimate and ours, everything about you feels like that, I touched this skin before” He dropped a chaste kiss between her breasts and what was meant to be a single kiss turned into a mission covering every inch of her chest with his kisses.

“Yes you did, several times” She moaned. holding his head to her chest.

“And the first time you broke into my room, I could recognize your smell,” He said between kisses.

“It was a gift from you”

“I can't place you in my memories, but I recognize everything” He repeated.

“Because we loved each other, we still do,” She told him, staring into his eyes.

“We do, I do,” He confessed, catching her by surprise. Even if he didn’t remember, she had managed to catch him and dig herself into his heart again.

Kyung Soo picked her up, throwing her on the bed and settling his body in between her legs. He got comfortable, holding her down, planning on staying for a while there, touching, kissing, and grabbing onto this body that was one of the few things he could recognize. But not only her body. Anna’s scent and whimpers, the way she touched him and hugged him, inviting Kyung Soo to touch and kiss her more didn’t feel new, he recognized all of them, which didn’t make it less exciting and arousing.

As Kyung Soo sucked on her collarbone, rocking his hips into her, Anna reached for him, craving his lips as she thought about every single night that she spent lying awake on that same bed, loving him and missing him.

His bottom lip dragged on the skin of her face, dropping kisses on her nose, eyelids, and forehead. Anna’s hand reached down his back and did their best to pull Kyung Soo’s pants down, but his belt didn’t allow her to do so. Her insistence made him chuckle, distracting him from worshiping her. He kneeled down between her legs and undo his belt as she unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted her hips and pulled them off, kicking Kyung Soo in the process. Between shy laughs, Kyung Soo got up and got rid of his pants, and as soon they were gone he came back to his previous position, jumping into Anna’s wide-open arms.

He stopped for a second before kissing her again, his eyes darting all over her face.

“You are so beautiful” He whispered, closing his eyes as Anna caressed his cheek. “And so brave, smart, loving, and… dangerous” She laughed loudly, the feeling of her chest vibrating under him with laughter was divine.

“Is it because I threw that grenade? Or the whole kidnapping thing?” She asked, cleaning her tears.

“All of you, I just wonder what would happen to me If I wasn’t on your side, or if you used all that dedication to hurt me”

“Lucky you, I used that determination to take you away from there and make you fall in love with me again” Her answer hit him like a brick. He forgot to add that he loved her confidence too. All the words he could say got stuck in his throat. As his eyes focused on her half-open mouth, a flickering image came to his head, blurry but with clear words. Clear enough for him to repeat them.

“I can put my life in your hands, I've done it a couple of times now” She recognized those words as hers.

“I did so once, and I still do” Anna whispered in his ear as he leaned down to hug her. Kyung Soo followed the line of her jaw with the tip of his nose, dropping kisses on his way. She caressed and scratched his back softly, whispering his name, the more he kissed her the louder she got.

Despite how she needed more from him, of how he wanted it harder from him, she was getting intoxicated by his touch, his smell, his warmth, and the weight of his body on top of her. Anna opened her legs wider so she could rub herself against his thigh, holding him down by the ass.

Kyung Soo grunted in her mouth, as he pressed his tongue against hers. Seeing his need reciprocated by her, made him feel euphoric. He got rid of his underwear and hers, almost tearing them apart. Anna tried to close her legs out of reflex. but Kyung Soo held them open, staring at her already wet center with admiration. He reached for her with wandering hands, touching her, covering his fingers with her wetness, and spreading it along her lower lips.

She covered her mouth, trying to quiet down her loud moans. Kyung Soo didn’t stop, he wanted louder moans. Slowly, he shoved one finger inside her, so softly that she almost didn’t feel it. He laid down next to her, pillowing her head with his arm. His right hand began rubbing circles on her clit, and then went lower, penetrating her with two fingers. He moaned in her ear, hugging her closer, as she tightened around his fingers. She called his name and he answered by dropping kisses along her jaw.

She reached down, wanting to touch him too, to hear him and arouse him. She dragged the back of her hand against his hard-on. The touch was soft, almost fleeting, but it still made him groan. She wanted to touch him more, more intently, to reciprocate his attention, but Kyung Soo didn’t have the strength to stretch this anymore. Because as he told her before, he has been thinking about her, the kind of thought where he had to control himself. There was something about Anna, about what they were, that clearly wasn’t just saved in his memory. His whole body called for her, her nude body, her moans, and her pleasure.

He peeled his underwear quickly, apologizing for the rush, although Anna didn’t need explanations. She grabbed him by the waist as soon as he was fully naked and brought him to her. Anna’s hands slid around, sinking into the full cheeks of his ass, grabbing hard and with need. Kyung Soo giggled adorably, and she kissed his smile, cheeks, and nose as he positioned comfortably between her legs.

She felt the tip of his dick poking her entrance, making her shiver in anticipation. Her hands went from his ass to his shoulders, allowing him to enter her more comfortably for both of them.

Kyung Soo moved his body to the side, grabbing his member and rubbing it up and down her slit. Anna begged for him, kissing his lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair. She felt him sliding inside her slowly, carefully, and lovingly as always. Anna let him do everything, she wanted to feel owned by him. She released a sigh of relief when he entered her. Relieved that her body still remembered him and that once again he was back in her arms.

He looked down at their bodies, thrusting once as a response to the excitation that it caused him. His eyes scanned up her body, his mouth open in awe. Anna grabbed his face, begging him for a kiss and lifting her hips to have him closer and deeper inside her. Kyung Soo filled her ears with words of love and adoration, making her blush with his devotion. As Anna hugged him tighter and caressed his body, his mind kept flashing images, random flashes of her, of them. Scenes that didn't feel like dreams. But above all that, there was Anna, completely new to him, but not a stranger. He loved her, that was clear. And he was crazy for her.

Anna looked back at him with glassy eyes. Her mouth opened with pleasure, caressing his back and groping the places she liked. He could tell that she knew his body probably better than himself. He liked how she wanted him and how honest she was about it, because he felt the same, and he felt like it was burning him.

Anna moved her hips searching for more. Although she loved having her boyfriend nice and slow, she was still shocked about how everything unraveled. Despite how positive she was and how hard she worked to get him back, she was always scared that Kyung Soo would be gone forever. But he wasn’t. He was there with her like always. The same kisses, the same hugs and caresses. The same passion, want and love. Even when she wasn’t a clear memory in his brain. That always gave her a bit of confidence, how she managed to make him look at her again. Feel for her again.

She grabbed him by the nape and brought him closer so she could kiss him hard, latching her lips over his lower lip, sucking hard. They both moaned at the same time, desperately curving their bodies into the other.

Anna bent her knees and Kyung Soo quickly grabbed hold of her legs, thrusting quicker. He was surprised at how greedy his heart was, how primal were his needs.

Anna thought she was going insane, with everything Kyung Soo was doing to her and the way he muffled his moans in the crock of her neck. She felt his encouraging and loving words running down her body, enveloping her. With each thrust and every kiss, she felt closer and closer to her orgasm. And as much as she wanted to make this moment last, she knew it was impossible.

Kyung Soo’s grip on her thighs grew tighter and the kisses on her shoulder turned into soft bites. She captured him between her legs, asking for harder and deeper thrusts. He complied, bucking his hips only a couple of times before she felt her orgasm wash over her. The way her body reacted made him reach his own climax enhancing her pleasure.

His body felt on top of her, his hips still moving, but softer. She couldn’t stop kissing his lips, even when it was hard to breathe for both. A hint of a smile played on Kyung Soo’s lips as he looked at her. Although she wanted to tell him how much she loved him and how incredible he was and just make him blush with her devotion, she was out of words. He gently rubbed her neck, tucking her hair behind her ear and kissing her cheek.

He rolled to the side to lay next to her and caressed her face again before passing out as soon as he closed his eyes. She covered her mouth quietening her giggles and went out of bed to fetch a towel and clean them both. Kyung Soo didn’t wake up as she cleaned him, nor when she accommodated him in the bed and covered him with the duvet.

Anna went to sleep a little bit later. Taking advantage of his sleeping state she kissed every inch of his cute face before resting.

The next morning, Kyung Soo didn’t wake up.

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Wind in my hair | Oh Sehun x fem!Reader AU

Summary: you're trying to study for your last exam but Sehun has other ideas. He uses his powers to distract you.

A/N: this is an EXO AU where Sehun has powers, as if he's some sort of alien. This is completely fictional, not based in real life.

Warning: nothing.

Also, English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes and thanks for reading!

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The soft wind moved the curtain in front of you, delicately brushing your arm in a tender caress. Without taking your eyes off your notes, you moved your arm and slapped the fabric away as you tried not to lose track of what you were studying. Only one more exam and you would be free, that’s what you repeated in your mind to keep yourself motivated.

Suddenly, the curtain hit you in the face, blinding you for a moment, all the previous tenderness of its movements gone. With a sigh, you pushed it aside and stared at the window to check if it was open. But no, it was still closed, just like you had left it before starting with your study session.

Then, you turned around in your chair and faced your boyfriend Sehun. He was lying on your bed, smiling at you. Clearly, he was having a great time as he messed with your patience.

“Stop it, Sehun. You’re not letting me study,” you complained.

He put a hand over his chest and feigned surprise. “Me?” he asked innocently, although he seemed to be fighting a smile back. “I’m not letting you study?”

You nodded.

It was him who had been moving the curtain all along, thanks to his wind controlling powers, whatever they were. You still didn’t fully understand the nature of his powers or his own existence, he came from another planet. So, technically, Sehun wasn’t human, and he wasn’t the only one.

You didn’t care about him being an alien, as you liked to call it. What worried you was the fact that he and the others were the good guys, at least in theory, but there were also bad ones. Sehun refused to talk about them and you tried not to think about it most of the time. More than once he had promised you that he would keep you safe and you trusted him, you knew that he could be really powerful.

It was a pity that right now he was using his power to piss you off.

“Sehun, I need to pass this exam.”

“And? What am I supposed to be doing?”

His faked innocence was starting to be replaced by a mischievous smile. It made you roll your eyes. Without any more words, you turned back to the desk and focused again on your notes.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” you murmured after a while. “Just leave me alone for a couple hours, I’m not asking for anything more than that,” you said, resting your face on one hand.

He seemed to accept it, little did you know that he wasn’t going to stop that easily.

You had lost count of how many deep breaths you had been taking in order to stay calm. It was impossible to tell by now. You were quite proud of yourself though, considering that you hadn’t stabbed him with a pencil yet, with the constant wind ruffling your hair, blowing it into your face and moving your notes around, of course not allowing you to study.

With a deep sigh, you took the elastic band that you always wore on your wrist and tied your hair up in a messy bun. It didn’t solve the problem because then, the wind increased, causing your notes to fall all over the floor.

Sehun’s laugh could be heard behind you.

Since you were so fed up already, you grabbed the first pen that you could find and turned around fast, throwing it at Sehun’s head. The pen hit him in the face. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to avoid it without any difficulty, he was an alien after all, but he was so distracted laughing at you that he didn’t move away in time. Well deserved, you thought.

He covered his face with his hands as he let out a soft cry. “Ouch,” he said, rolling onto his side.

After a few seconds, you got up and approached him. It wasn’t your intention to hurt him, you were just tired and frustrated.

“Sehun, let me see,” you murmured softly, sitting next to him on the bed. You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to make him turn so you could see his face. “I didn’t mean to hit you hard but I have a really good aim, what can I do?” you joked.

He didn’t seem to find the joke funny. Instead, he made a sound that sounded like a hurt little puppy. This made you frown, what if you had hurt him for real?

"Sehun, take your hands away, let me see."

He removed his hands slowly but you couldn’t see anything because suddenly he moved so fast. Before you could realize, you were lying on the bed, with Sehun on top of you. A big smile was present on his face as his hands pressed your wrists against the mattress.

"You're an idiot, you know that? I was really worried."

Sehun laughed and brought his face closer to yours to kiss you but in the last moment you turned your face to the side, so his lips connected to your jaw instead of your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a low voice, nuzzling your neck with the tip of his nose before starting to leave a trail of small kisses that made you shiver under him.

"Oh really? What’s wrong?" You asked back, mocking his words and raising an eyebrow as you looked at him. As much as you wanted him right now, you had other priorities. "Now is not the time. Let me finish studying and then we can do whatever we want, or continue this. Alright?”

He released your wrists but didn’t let you go, still laying on top of you, now resting his head on your chest where he could feel your heart beating fast. After a few minutes in which your breathing became one, you started stroking his hair. It felt very soft between your fingers and smelled like your favourite shampoo from the last time he showered at your place.

“You’ve been studying all day, I’m bored of waiting. You don’t let me talk, or make the slightest noise, or play video games, or listen to music…” he listed, mumbling.

You could feel the vibrations of his vocal chords against your chest, it was kind of calming.

“This exam is important to me, Sehun. Also, you can do all those things out of here, you don’t have to stay in the same room as me.”

He raised his head and looked at you with a frown. “But I want to be with you,” he confessed.

This time, when he leaned in searching for your mouth, you didn’t turn your face away. The kiss was long and slow, without rushing. When your lips parted, you took the opportunity to take Sehun’s face in your hands, stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs. He stared at you, mesmerised.

"An hour," you said. "That's all I need. Stop acting like a brat for an hour and when I'm done we'll do something together."

He seemed to hesitate, but finally he dropped to his side, freeing you from his weight. “Fine, an hour.”

You stood up from the bed, feeling cold without his warmth, and stared at the mess of notes scattered all over the floor with your hands on your hips. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sehun lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. He looked as relaxed as always.

A gust of air made the papers move until they were arranged in a small pile at your feet. You bent down to pick them up and smiled at him. Sehun winked at you. He could be a pain in the ass sometimes but you couldn’t deny that since he came into your life nothing had been the same.

You loved him like no one else, and couldn’t help but dread the day he’d be gone. After all, he didn’t belong on this Earth.

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Dinner

characters: baekhyun, reader

genre: fluff, bff au

warnings: none

note: i'm practicing to get back into writing so this might not be up to the standards. and to the anon who requested soulmate au, its work in progress, please wait a little more.

The chatter in our table breaks with Baekhyun entering the restaurant. Dressed in a torn jeans, black hoodie and hoodie cap covering almost all of his forehead. His eyes are sunken, black circles and the swell of his cheeks isn’t that visible anymore. My mood sullens realizing he must be starving since our last meeting one month ago. Why is he always overworking himself?

He drags his feet to us, nudging his chin at Jongin in acknowledgement. He scans the two tables clubbed together, there’s an empty space beside Sehun and Jongin. Another one next to Areum. He taps Junmyeon’s shoulder, who is on my right eating his noodles. He glares, picking his bowl and sits next to Jongin.

Baekhyun plops on the stool with a sigh. “What are you having?” He drops his head on the table, his words muffling.

I bend towards him, “Jajangmyeon. What do you want to eat?” I grab his arm away from his face so that I can at least read his lips. “Baekhyun, eat something.”

He sits up, the hoodie cap falls off his head as he steals my bowl and mixes the noodles once. He slurps it with vigor like he has been starved for years. What has he been doing all these days not eating? I prop my hand on the table, resting my chin on my palm watching him chew with the sauce staining on his cheek.

I wipe it off with my thumb and lick it clean. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Had ramyeon yesterday morning.” He looks up from the bowl as he empties it.

I comb his ruffled hair trying to make it look decent. “You need to have decent food, Baekhyun.” I chide, separating his hair strands with my fingers. He closes his eyes in comfort, nudging his head into my palm asking for more.

Jongin clears his throat, “if yours is over, we-are-just-friends,” he rolls his eyes, “do you want to order?”

I drop my hand onto my lap before they can dig deep about Baekhyun and me. The person next to me grunts in annoyance. I slide my hand onto his thigh patting him, he spreads his legs making it easy for me. “I don’t want anything.”

Baekhyun studies the menu while all of our friends' attention is on me. Some of them are smug, a few narrowing their eyes and others exchanging money(Junmyeon and Sehun). “What?”

They shrug in reply and continue to stare. I roll my eyes, no matter how many times Baekhyun and I clarify to them that there’s nothing going on between us, they still stubbornly insist. In the end we gave up and just moved on. Why do we have to explain when there’s nothing?

“I don’t know if I can have the entire portion, will you share it with me?” He points at a menu item, his black eyes looking at me in hope.

I nod. He grins so wide, shining and almost blinding me. I want to ruffle his hair and coo how cute he is but hold back sensing hawk eyes prying on us. He gives his order and holds my hand under the table.

Conversation goes on with everyone giving their life updates. Baekhyun hums, giving curt replies and cracking jokes at Junmyeon. Sehun is talking about the girl he met at his apartment when Baekhyun clears his throat. He drags my stool close to him that our thighs are touching, his scent infiltrating all of my senses and our arms brushing. I lean on his shoulder humming in response.

He rests his cheek on my head, “what about you? Any major changes?”

“Yeah.” I answer sarcastically. “So many that I lost count.”

He chuckles, “anything can happen anytime.”

“Yeah so much can happen in twenty minutes before you arrive.” I pinch his waist making him wince. “You know everything, Baekhyun.”

“I do.” He hums. “So no boyfriend yet?”

“As single as one can ever be.” I sigh into his shoulder. “You?”

“Same.”

“Why did you lie to me? You said you were eating?”

He turns to me, “why? If I said no, would you have come over and cooked for me?”

I narrow my eyes at his cheeky smile. “Baekhyun—”

“I’m so sick of them!” Sehun throws his hands in the air while everyone agrees. “Get a room you two.”

“Happily.”

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rancidtae · 10 months

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ARCADIA’S LULLABY | CHAPTER 5

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI). Warnings: ANGST. fluff. mentions of near-death experiences. mentions of drug use. emotional tension during breakfast. chanyeol crying. Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina) - Kim Minseok/Original Female Character - Zhang Yixing/Original Female Character Word count: 11k+ chapter summary: the one where shit gets real and sehun just wants everyone to talk about their feelings and let him have his breakfast in peace. a/n: WE'RE SO BACK. (we're so over) but make it old-friendship-turned-sour core.

guess what you need isn't always what you want from me

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082809 - 5:34 pm.

13 years ago

“Yo, open up.”

It was the third time he knocked.

Chanyeol pressed his ear against the wood and heard the muffled murmur of a news anchor.

“C'mon, I can hear the TV, I know you’re in there.”

Not one to be patient when people were purposefully being assholes, he fished the set of spare keys Mr. Kang gave his mom from the pocket of his ripped jeans and jingled them extra hard. Just to piss her off and warn her.

“Wow, this is depressing.” he blurted out, closing the door behind him.

His 15-year-old neighbor did not look surprised, nor tried to pretend that his presence wasn't unwanted. Chanyeol, however, had never worries about being on her good side. They'd been annoying each other all their lives.

Tall piles of books covered the living room, some even went over his head. They were playing videos of the memorial with the president giving a speech in the background on the TV. A steaming bowl of noodles and some side dishes waited on the small dining table.

It was the anniversary of the Seoul Metro bombings.

As always, every year the city shut down for the memorial. No one was allowed to forget such a dark stain on the country’s history. Over 900 casualties, even more injured.

Chanyeol remembered the day of the attack. His mom rushing to pick him, his sister Yoora and Rina from school, earlier than usual. She didn't answer their questions until they got home and she locked the door behind her. Mr. Kang didn't pick up Rina until the next afternoon, and he looked like a ghost.

That was the day he learned the meaning of the word terrorism.

He took a look at the family picture by the entrance and picked up the remote, turning the TV off.

“What is that?” Rina suddenly asked, making him jump on his feet.

She was curiously looking at the pale pink box under his arm, and it took him a second to remember he'd brought it with him. With every year that passed, Rina only looked more and more like her mother, the resemblance was scary sometimes.

He fixed his throat. “Pastries from Swimmy’s”

Of course, she knew that. It was her favorite bakery.

Rina, however, turned around with feigned disinterest.

“Ah. How’d you even get them? Aren’t they closed today?”

“I don’t know. Yoora’s boyfriend sent them, but she hates him right now so she gave them to me.”

“Cupcakes?” she asked over her shoulder, rattling things inside the fridge.

“Multiflavor.” he nodded, fighting back a cruel grin when she stills.

“You want some?” she asked, pointing at the bowl of steamy noodles.

Chanyeol couldn't remember her ever willingly offering him a bite of anything.

“Nope, I’m good.” he chirped.

Her face dropped. Suddenly deciding that there's nothing inside of her interest, she slammed the poor fridge door.

“Ok, let’s go,” he finally said, feeling like he annoyed her enough for the day. He did not lie when he called the scene depressing.

Her sitting down on the floor and eating overcooked noodles alone when there was a perfectly nice summer afternoon right outside kind of softened his heart.

“Where? Why?”

“Seriously? We’re not gonna sit here and eat them alone, that’s some loser shit. Plus, it’s way too much sugar.”

“It’s not” she protested, struggling to put on her worn-out white Converse.

“Maybe not for me, but it is when you spend your life slugging inside. When’s the last time you went for a run, huh?”

Naturally, they ended up making their way inside Arcadia, her father's arcade spot just a few blocks away. They entered through the backdoor, using Rina’s spare key that she religiously wore around her neck.

Baekhyun nearly landed on his ass when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, hand to his chest when he recognizes them and immediately lighting up at the prospect of eating pastries.

Rina found a seat on the countertop, while Chanyeol brought two chairs for himself and his legs from the backroom. Baekhyun picked up his copy of Rebirth and saved his strawberry-flavored gum for later, carefully wrapping it in a sticky note, much to Rina's disgust.

The three indulged in a cupcake each, humming in bliss.

“So," Baekhyun smacked "where you been?”

“Busy.” she said, legs swinging happily, licking buttercream off her pinky finger.

“Doing what?"

"Stuff."

"Like what, sleeping inside a coffin? You look like you haven’t seen the sun in months.”

Chanyeol agreed. “You’re gonna regret staying inside once we’re back to school.”

Rina was not about to tell them she'd been reading those books at home, one per day like an apple. Her father kept bringing new ones, leaving them stacked up on every surface he could find, building a labyrinth out of them.

The last was Fahrenheit 451. Baekhyun would've liked it if, but he was more of a manhwa guy.

She took a look around the room, all the machines were on. She remembered something. “Wait. Why are you working today?”

Baekhyun pointed one finger at the door. The open neon sign was off, and the door was locked. “I'm not. My aunt and my cousins are visiting and I needed some alone time. And they’re all on because–”

“He doesn’t like the silence.” Chanyeol said, mockingly, with his cap on sideways and clearly finding Baekhyun childish.

“Please don’t tell your dad.” he requested with his customer service voice. “That reminds me, you think he’ll give me a raise if I ask him?”

“Aren’t you only covering shifts for Yuan? I don’t think he even knows you work here.”

He did not take well to that. Sitting up straight and dropping what was left of his cupcake on the box, he put his hands on his waist.

“Only covering– what are you talking about? I know this place better than Yuan ever could. I’m more of an Arcadia member of staff than he is or could ever be” he started counting down with his fingers, Rina took a deep breath. “I’m the general manager, I’m HR, marketing, I’m the cleaning and security staff, I keep an eye on Mintchoco at the back and even–”

Thank god, a knock at the front door interrupted his rant. Jongdae was leaning over the glass, cupping his face and pointing at the lock on the door. Minseok stood just behind him on the sidewalk.

Standing up with a groan and still complaining about the disrespect under his breath, Baekhyun let them in.

Minseok was hugging a ball against his side, had dry blood on his left knee, and his usually squeaky clean soccer shoes and white socks all dirtied up. Jongdae was no better, face dripping in sweat, fanning his shirt, complaining about the heat.

“Swimmy’s?” Minseok asked, eyes wide.

“Like I said” Baekhyun continued. “Arcadia is me. I am Arcadia. I know the consoles. I love this place. This is like home to me. I absolutely, totally, most definitely deserve a raise.”

“If you love it so much shouldn’t your pay be enough?” Asked Jongdae, standing under the a/c vent.

“Right. He makes a good point. You should be doing it for free, even”

Baekhyun glared at Chanyeol. “So what are you suggesting? Unpaid labor? I have a family to feed.”

“Your parents do the feeding in your family” Laughed Minseok, asking Rina to pass him a strawberry cupcake. One of the same strawberry cupcakes Rina had threatened Baekhyun and Chanyeol not to touch.

Chanyeol gave her an odd look, she pretended not to notice it.

“Just say you’re saving up to buy yourself a laptop.”

“That I will get my hands on soon if our dear Rinrin here tells Mr. Kang how good of an employee, and friend I am.” he paused. “Maybe just mention the employee part, nepotism goes against my values.”

"Ok” she agreed. But then she crossed her arms and lifted her chin, and Baekhyun’s cheerful grin crumbled. “But you’ll owe me”

“Ah. What’s this?” he sucked on his teeth “I thought we were friends.”

"You said nepotism goes against your values.”

“So you’re blackmailing me.”

“We’re negotiating.”

“Woah. This is unbelievable. You're really growing into an evil little thing.”

"Speaking about evil little things, we saw your boyfriend on our way here. He was totally asking to get his ass kicked.” said Jongdae through a full mouth. “Ith wath him, right Mintheok?”

Minseok tried to telepathically get him to keep his mouth shut, but he kept going, clueless.

“Looked like he pissed Youngjae off again. You know how he hates being stared at”

By her boyfriend, they were talking about Kyungsoo, who was nothing of the sort. He was, though, known for being excellent at getting on the bad side of people. It wasn't his fault, some just read him wrong.

Kyungsoo was just misunderstood. Often. And Youngjae was a bully.

“And now she has been summoned. Our peace maker.” Chanyeol announced, watching her expression drop. She jumped from the counter and started putting her hair up on a ponytail.

Extra tight, extra high. She meant business.

“Wait. For real?”

“You know, just because you’re a girl and your dad’s a teacher it doesn’t mean Youngjae and his friends won’t beat you up one of these days” Jondgae called out, finally noticing his mistake.

“Hold on, wait wait wait! You’ll tell your dad, right?” Baekhyun asked, watching her walk behind the counter and get the pepper spray from its secret spot.

“You’ll owe me.” she said, and walked out of the door.

The guys saw her cross the street and disappear from view.

"What was that?" asked Jongdae.

"Pepper spray."

Chanyeol groaned. “Dude, why did you tell her? Mr. Kang’s gonna be upset if she’s home late.”

Jongdae did not take well to that, and quickly started firing back questions about how is it his fault that she likes to take on other people's problems.

Sighing, Minseok rubbed the crumbs off his hands and silently made his way to the door.

“Really, you too?”

Minseok shrugged. “She shouldn’t be going alone. And you shouldn't have let her take the pepper spray.”

Jongdae, not at all surprised, only shook his head and stuffed his mouth with another bite. The outcome came as no surprise, he was just glad that the possibility of Rina getting in trouble and Mr. Kang being upset about it had significantly decreased.

Minseok wasn't much of a fighter, but he knew how to make younger kids respect him.

“Are these fresh?” Jongdae was frowning at the cupcake. “How’d you even get them today?”

“Mr. Kang asked me to pick them up. I don't know how he did it, but he got them to bake these for him.” Chanyeol answered, pausing for a bit before adding. “He asked me to get her out of the apartment.”

Jongdae and Baekhyun nodded in understanding, no more questions on the subject were asked.

081322 - 05:12 pm

Consciousness comes in waves.

First, pain. Second, something warm and blinding.

Sunlight.

Third: white.

The room slowly comes into focus. White walls. Wood framing the window. Sheer curtains.

Fuck. It really fucking hurts.

She can deal with that. The disorientation? That’s different.

A burst of anxiety threatens to come to the surface at once.

Everyone has cycles waiting to be kickstarted at the beck and call of the smallest trigger. Good or bad, but most importantly, unavoidable.

Jiah spent a good chunk of her life testing out remedies for the bad ones. Prescriptions. Therapists. Thoughtfully curated lists of habits; healthy for the long term, destructive for a quick fix.

And even though nothing could have prepared her for this, time has worked on her.

So as the events from last night come back to her and the doorknob turns with a click, she stays calm and lets her eyes close again.

The person lingers for a moment, doing god knows what. His shadow flickers through her eyelids. Eventually, she’s alone again.

When she opens her eyes again the drowsiness has faded. There’s a classic mid-century flip clock on the nightstand. A piranha plant figure stares back at her with its teeth all bared out, and her transmitter’s politely placed next to it.

She knows right away whose bed this is.

Painfully, she props herself up to a seated position and inspects the sling and the dressed wound. No ethical doctor’s gonna give her the dose of painkillers she’ll need for that.

She’s wearing a thin, depressing hospital gown, and that will not do.

He's definitely loaded. The house is enormous, enough to get lost in and fit her apartment maybe five or six times. Several doors line down the hallway leading to a vast, asymmetrical set of stairs. Vaulted high ceilings top up a communal area, with a long skylight that washes everything in abundant natural light.

She pads down the stairs, following the sound of voices and laughter.

And there he is, stomping out of what looks like some kind of office made of glass walls.

“Hey, hey, wait. No. That is not fair, how was I supposed to–”

He locks eyes with her.

Bewildered. Like he forgot she was there and that just a few minutes ago he was in that room with her.

She looks back at him, like she didn’t know it was him the second her eyes landed on that piranha plant.

A tremor goes through his body before he starts coughing violently.

“Fuck— what the fuck?” more coughing, he plucks something from his mouth. A ridiculously chunky piece of pink gum covered in thick saliva.

Heads turn at the rough edge of her voice “That’s what happens when you try to chew a whole wheel of hubba bubba tape at once.”

Byun Baekhyun stares back at her like she just said the most offensive thing possible, gum still between his fingers.

“Well you can’t just stand there and– lurk looking like– like Shanks and not expect to scare the shit out of innocent people.”

Two figures by the kitchen entrance watch them. One looks kind of confused, the other one crosses his arms and holds back a smile.

“One Piece? Are you twelve?”

“Says the grown woman who can’t get her arm through an oversized sleeve.”

“I'm wearing a sling, you asshole.” she snaps. Baekhyun looks down at the fluttering sleeve, sucking in his lips between his teeth.

And then, like switch is flipped, their expressions shift. Her brows soften, and a wry grin tugs at the corner of her lips. A lighthearted smile spreads across his face.

Jongin gives the person next to him a bewildered glance.

“What’s up with the hair?”

Baekhyun runs his fingers through it. “You don’t like it?”

“Let me rephrase that, did you go to Lady’s Room and talk to the girls?”

Silence.

“I don’t know what–”

“You still touch your hair when you’re lying.”

“Ok. Yeah. No.” He points a finger at her “You’re not going Sherlock on us when you just woke up after a near-death experience.”

“Says who?”

“Says me," he snaps with an attitude, quickly adding “Doctor’s orders.”

“So first Yixing’s a cop and now you’re a doctor?” Startled, Baekhyun opens his mouth and closes it. “What’s next, Kyungsoo’s a wedding planner?”

“Youth pastor, actually. Very successful. The youths love him. And I could be a doctor if wanted, by the way.” he scoffs.

She cocks an eyebrow.

“Whatever. Ah, this won’t do. You suck at reunions. Go back upstairs, we’re doing this again.” he waves his arms at her, urging her back up the stairs. Surprised, she spurts out a laugh. The rebound pain from her shoulder makes her stop and hiss.

“Alright, leave her alone.”

That face she’d recognize anywhere. It’s unfair that they’ve all aged so nicely. Kim Jongdae looks like an upgraded version of himself, just with different hair and somehow, better skin.

“How are you feeling?”

“Lucid enough to steal my clothes, clearly.”

She realizes she's been staring at him like an owl and fixes her throat.

“Been better.” she nods, bowing quickly, awkwardly waving at the end. “Hi.”

Baekhyun snorts. "Did you just bow?"

Jongdae bows back and waves, amused but ignoring Baekhyun. “Wanna take a seat? I bet you're starving.”

She’s famished. The thought of food is enough motivation to postpone the thinking about everything that is happening right now. And since she's not escaping anytime soon, she might as well acknowledge the other person in the room.

“So, is Jongin your real name, or is this another Juyeon/Sehun thing?”

The kitchen is ridiculously huge, with another skylight at the top and an island at the very center. She sits down, leaving an empty stool between her and the impostor, who shares a look with the other two men.

“Yixing slipped up, wasn't hard to figure out.” she explains.

Jongin fixes his throat. “Jongin is my real name.”

“And how do you know Taemin?”

“We used to go to the same dance studio for a while.”

“And he just introduced us. By coincidence.”

Baekhyun steps in. “You had a horde of mercenaries on your track. We were trying to get them before they got you and Jongin was there to keep an eye on you. Him being Taemin’s friend was a happy coincidence.”

It's not convincing at all, and the thinking starts.

That’s for being so fucking stupid. Do you realize what you got yourself into?

Go ahead, big guy.

“Where’s Chanyeol?”

“What, are we not enough for the welcoming party?”

Jongin, however, knows what she's thinking. She doesn't like it.

"It wasn't him. The man in the bathroom came with backup. We thought we’d handled all of them, but a stray one took us by surprise and shot you.”

“I mean, we can show you the footage of him following the guy.” Baekhyun offers immediately. “But come on, you don’t think he–”

“No need.” patching her up defeats the purpose of taking her down, but that doesn't make up for several loose ends. “However, the manhandling was unnecessary.”

“You did kick Jongin in the balls.” Jongdae reminds her, putting a glass of cold water in front of her.

“If you guys knew I was being followed then why didn’t you just give me a heads up?”

How did they know?

And where’s the rest?

Baekhyun smiles. "You made it abundantly clear to Yixing that you didn't want us near."

"So why didn't he come?"

“He was out of town, but he asked you to be careful. Several times, he said.”

He did. And she rejected his attempts at helping her beyond getting Haneul protection. Several times indeed. He was very insistent. She brushed him off every time.

Disoriented, she sticks to nursing her glass of water in slow sips. Several details keep her alert.

One, eyebrows/Tuxedo Mask/Sehun had or has been protecting Lee Chungjae, despite Yixing’s insistence that they’re not involved with his people.

Two, Baekhyun definitely went sniffing around Lady’s Room, and if she knows anything about him, he didn't just stop at that.

Three, Junmyeon and Minseok are members of the syndicate.

The sound of a motorcycle roaring outside grows closer and gets her out of her head. The conversation has moved in a completely unexpected direction without her.

“This might be out of my expertise, but I don’t think you can compare periods to getting shot.” Jongdae says, unbothered by the noise.

“Why? Blood is blood, no matter where it comes from” Baekhyun argues. “And I’ve heard scary stories about cramps”

The steel door is slid open just enough for a tall man to come in, balancing piled up pizza boxes and complaining about someone needing to lube up the damn rail.

“This is the last time you use me as a delivery guy” he declares, dropping the boxes on the counter. He stops when he notices her. Stoic as ever, a face impossible to forget. “You look rough. Bet you wish you listened to my advice about not getting in the way of bullets.”

She frowns, but then another figure walks in. He's holding two helmets, sliding the door shut with a nudge of his shoulder. He takes a look at her, evidently unimpressed.

“I heard you were begging to see me. How you managed to live all these years without me, now that’s an unresolved mystery, one of many.”

“I don’t know how I held up, honestly” she replies, voice flat. “Every day I woke up feeling like my life was missing something.”

“Poor thing.” He tsks, mockingly pouting at her, hanging both helmets on the wall. “But I heard you’ve had some interesting characters keeping you company, so at least you weren't lonely, right?”

The bitter undertone is unexpected.

“Rin,” Baekhyun calls, a smile on his face, and a sideways less friendly glare at Chanyeol. “You still like orange soda, right?”

They move like protocol, opening the boxes and taking drinks out of the fridge, Jongin walks out of the kitchen after losing a match of rock paper scissors to Jongdae.

Chanyeol stares at her like she's about to stab someone. The pizza looks too good for her to care.

“So, up to anything exciting?”

“Not much. You?”

“Oh, come on. Half of the city’s freelancers are searching for you as we speak. Those were some expensive mercenaries following you around.”

“Makes you wonder how shitty the cheap ones must be.” she points out.

“You also looked too calm for someone who thought she had a gun pointed at her face.” he finishes, folding a piece of pizza in two and devouring half of it with one generous bite. "Definitely wasn't your first time."

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” she shrugs, taking a first bite. It's good. She has to close her eyes and sigh for a moment. “And it wasn’t my first time, he ruined my favorite jacket the other night, remember? Got my ear ringing for a few days.”

Sehun shrugs. "You got in the way."

“Right, how’d that happen anyway?” He points at his big ass ear. The left one. Eyeing hers like he didn’t get the point across. Her hair is covering the transmitter, but of course, they don't need to see it to know it's there.

She snorts, not amused at all. “Aren’t you too comfortable?”

Jongdae calls his name, something like a warning. Chanyeol drops the subject and focuses on getting his hands on a second slice, Sehun chuckles at the scene.

“You guys couldn’t wait for us?”

Jongin reappears, followed by a familiar face that feels like a punch to the chest.

His eyes scan the room, curious about the sudden silence. It ends when he notices her. There's a flicker there, but whatever he's really thinking is quickly guarded by a stoic expression.

“Why is she here?”

“She’s feeling fine,” Baekhyun shrugs. “I’d be dying to get out of bed after 15 hours of sleep too.”

Do Kyungsoo offers no answer, doesn’t even spare her or Baekhyun another glance. He washes his hands in silence, takes the spot next to Jongin, grabs a slice of pizza for himself and that's that. Her eyes stay on him, surprise slowly dissolving from her face.

And then Baekhyun claps, starling her.

“Shit, I almost forgot. Dessert first!”

It happens at once—a sloppy plan set in motion by Baekhyun’s insistence. Ignoring whatever he has in store, Jiah beats Chanyeol to the last slice of neapolitan while Jongdae helps Baekhyun look for something in their endless cabinets.

"The drawer by the coffee machine,” Kyungsoo mutters.

Someone must cover her eyes for this, Baekhyun insists. Jongin gives her a careful look waiting for her consent. She shrugs, pushing the last bit of crust past her greasy lips, and soon her eyes are engulfed in the warmth of his hands.

There’s the sound of hushing and Chanyeol’s poorly contained laugh, then a click.

“Ok, ready? Jongin, hands off. You can open them.”

She blinks away the flash of white and frowns at them before looking down.

Cake.

Pink frosting and strawberries. It’s decorated in terrible piping work, topped with those colorful sprinkles that taste like nothing and several thin and tall candles scattered around.

There’s a message in red jelly, off-centered.

“Sorry you got shot on your–”

Whoever wrote it miscalculated the space they had available, so the word birthday has all the letters stuck together and get increasingly smaller.

Baekhyun’s satisfied grin stays put even when he ducks as a strawberry flies over him. Jongdae yelps dramatically when another hits his shoulder, his hyena laugh is interrupted by a long string of complaints.

Jongin warns her not to eat the frosting, because Baekhyun got excited with the food coloring and it tastes like medicine.

“Did you bake this?” she bites down on a strawberry. It's just a hint of sweet but perfectly juicy, it bursts in her mouth “It’s looks like a 4 year old decorated it.”

“Ok, It’s her." Baekhyun says. "Good job, team."

“Do you think I’m some kind of impostor?”

“You have a whole new name, we had to make sure.”

“Wait, so that was your birthday?” Sehun asks, shaking his head when Jondgae offers him a paper plate with a slice of cake. Only Chanyeol seems to be interested in trying it, taking his sweet time getting rid of the frosting.

The cake itself isn’t that bad. Just the usual vanilla cake mix flavor, a little dry but easy to eat.

“No, today is her birthday.”

“Is it?” Jongin asks, scanning her face.

“Yeah. August 13th.” Baekhyun stops. “Wait, you didn’t–”

The question trails off when all she does is shove another piece of cake inside her mouth.

“I usually celebrate it in December.”

Several weirded-out looks come her way.

“Damn, that’s fucked up.” Sehun mumbles, and now he's getting looked at wrong. "What? I’m just saying, if I had two birthdays I’d celebrate both."

Jiah closes her eyes and blows on what's left of the candles. “That'd be hard to explain to other people, though. My friend Irene gets me flowers, but that’s about it."

Irene. Yeri. Taemin. How could she forget? They must be worried about her. Before she jumps down from the stool, once again Jongin answers a question before she gets to ask it.

"It's ok, I told Taemin we left together."

Jiah stares at him in disbelief. "No, it is not. He knows I don't leave parties with random dudes and--"

Jongdae makes a face. "Jongin's definitely not a random dude."

"He knows me too. He'll have fit, but he knows you're safe with me, trust me."

"But Yeri-"

"Fine. He dropped her off at her dorm."

"Where's my phone?" she asks Baekhyun.

"I'm afraid it didn't make it through the night, but--"

“Question,“ Chanyeol asks out of nowhere. "Why aren't you freaking out?"

"Excuse me?"

“Someone put a price on your head, and they’re being generous about it. But you're... worried that your friends won't believe you had a one night stand?”

“It's not my head they want.”

"Excuse me?"

Chanyeol’s lips part, a burst of surprised laughter escaping his mouth.

“Yeah. No, totally.” he frowns, nodding. “They put a hole through you just for funsies. They were just trying to start a tickle fight.”

“He could’ve easily taken me down in the bathroom, but he didn’t.” She gets different looks of disbelief.

Jongdae frowns. “You still got shot after that, and I’m pretty sure that wasn’t just a warning.”

“Those were expensive mercenaries, right? If they wanted me dead, I would be.”

“And this, everyone, is why they tell kids not to do drugs,” Chanyeol gives the room a look, pointing his hand at her “She wasn’t this delusional before.”

“Shut up and eat your pizza, Chanyeol” Kyungsoo says, much to her surprise.

Baekhyun agrees. “Yeah, don’t be a dick.”

Sehun sucks his lips inside his mouth, subtly eyeing everyone.

Jiah shakes her head. “That's fine, I’m not exactly worried about convincing you.”

“They want you dead.” Chanyeol enunciates slowly, like he’s talking to a foreigner “You were lucky we were there.”

“Probably, yeah.” She’s not gonna deny that. “I appreciate what you did."

He shakes his head at her like she’s fucking stupid.

“What? You want me to suck your dick or something?”

“Alright, this is fun.” Jongdae exhales loudly, moving away to get a glass of water, slapping Sehun’s back.

Chanyeol pushes his tongue against his cheek, nodding at her. “Right. What’s dying for you anyway, right? You’ll just pop right back up in another decade.”

Jongin doesn’t let Chanyeol’s jab sink, he turns to her in genuine curiosity. “Sorry, but can you explain where you're coming from?”

“You leaked those voicemails. Your name might not be on the story, but they know it was you.” Kyungsoo turns, stirring iced tea with a glass straw “You destroyed Lee Chungjae’s reputation right after his father announced his candidacy.”

“Im Nayeon leaked those voicemails.” she corrects him, and no one notices, but Baekhyun smiles, a spark set in his eyes. “I only did what was necessary to get them to the public. Therefore, I’m the only connection to her.”

“So what you’re saying is that you’re some– kind of medium?”

“She’s saying Nayeon is alive,” Baekhyun says, leaning over the island and looking at her with excited eyes. “That’s what you’re saying, right?”

“Yes. How did you—?”

“A week after her death her name came up, just like yours.”

“Her name came up?”

Though Baekhyun’s smile stays intact, he visibly pales, and that’s when Jiah knows she just hit a spot.

The question has without a doubt and without her meaning to, landed somewhere. Jongdae and Chanyeol share a look. Only Sehun, Jongin, and Kyungsoo are doing a decent job of keeping their faces straight.

She just knows they’re gonna have a conversation about this later, once she’s gone.

“Why would someone put a mark on a girl who’s already dead?” They visibly relax at her answering her own question. Kyungsoo just barely squints at her. He knows better.

“Shouldn’t you know that? You’re the one claiming she somehow survived that fire” Chanyeol juts his chin at her.

If she had to put a name to the look on Baekhyun’s face, it’d be all work and no play.

“There’s something I think you’ll want to see”.

081422 - 02:58 am

“You know what’s weird?” Baekhyun mutters as she hands him a photograph.

Fresh out of the printer, the girl smiling in it is Yoo Jeongyeon. She was 23 the last time she was seen last year and attended the same university Nayeon did. The only string connecting the two is a few common friends on Facebook.

Baekhyun tapes her picture next to the other seven photographs on the board. Like the rest of the room, the board’s made of glass, worn out and opaque by the constant use of tape on the surface, unlike the transparent, clean walls around them.

The station is rather impressive, she had to just stand there when she first entered and stare at the computer station sprawled before her on the only brick wall at the back.

A cluster of screens stands tall, commanded by a main, curved, and wide monitor, flanked by a couple more of them on each side. And just in case that’s not enough, an extra trio of monitors hangs above, suspended from the ceiling by sleek metallic arms that sell the illusion that they’re floating. All of them on cast a gentle light on the surrounding consoles, keyboard, touchpad, and devices she does not recognize, each meticulously organized and aligned for optimal efficiency.

Her curious eyes took it all in while Baekhyun scratched the back of his head and acted like it was just some humble setup. Honest work, he called it, still in progress. She still can’t figure out what else he can add, or how he can rearrange what’s an already pristine network of wires hidden at the back, and she’s too afraid to ask.

“None of Nayeon’s friends have posted anything about the investigation or the voicemails. That’s weird, isn’t it? If there was a possibility that your friend was murdered, you’d be outspoken about it, right? You’d want answers.”

“They could’ve been threatened” Jiah reminds him, staring up at the eight pictures on the board.

A line of girls stares back at them, all of them undergrad students, just like Nayeon. There’s a pattern in there, difficult financial situations, complicated and sometimes no familial affiliations or support network, and they’re all seriously attractive under current beauty standards.

Two of them are orphans. Two are foreign. The last one, Jeongyeon, makes an exception by keeping in touch with her mother until the time of her disappearance. Baekhyun started working on the list and gathering info with Yixing last year, and so far, every single case has turned cold. Not for a lack of investigating, she has their files, courtesy of Yixing, splayed around her.

“Still…” he mumbles, leaning his head to the side and reaching for his glass of iced coffee, looking startled when nothing but ice cubes hit his upper lip “If one of the girls at the salon were in that situation, you’d ask for the truth, threatened or not.”

Her stomach twists at the thought. She would not stop at asking for it, she’s confident that she’d turn the city upside down until she found them, but who’s doing that for these girls?

“It’s different. It’s my job.”

“Pretty sure you’ve gone past the limits of journalism.” Baekhyun tuts. “But you see it, right? There’s something here. I’m not being a conspiracy junkie.”

“I see it, yeah.”

“Have you tried talking to Nayeon’s friends?”

“I don’t think we should be focusing on her friends like that, we might not even be focusing on these girls the way we should,” she says, rushing to explain when Baekhyun opens his mouth “Don’t get me wrong, there’s a pattern, but Nayeon was– she left a message and everything, and these girls are all…”

“Silent?” Baekhyun offers.

“Yes.” she sighs, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. “They’re all silent, it can’t be a good sign.”

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” Baekhyun says, breaking her out of her trance.

She frowns and snorts. “Did you just quote Wilde at me?”

“The Importance of Being Earnest” he smiles proudly. “Kind of out of context, but it’s true.”

She smiles at him, sighing and looking back at the board. “In my experience, most of the time the truth turns out to be boring and people end up disappointed. Everyone wants a conspiracy.”

“That’s true. But when it’s not boring–” He gives her a meaningful look, and she wonders if that’s what she looks like to other people.

“Yeah.” she agrees, he doesn’t need to finish that sentence for her to know what he means. “This doesn’t look boring at all”

“And it doesn’t look fun either, does it?” he sucks in a sharp breath. "Maybe they’re not silent, we’re just not listening the way we should.”

As it turns out, The station has no semblance of soundproofing. When someone comes in through the kitchen, they can hear the low hum of voices, the sound of keys being dropped and groans of relief as shoes are taken off at the entrance.

A few seconds later there’s a soft knock on the glass.

She doesn’t know what she expected, but it was certainly not Kim Junmyeon dressed in casual attire instead of a suit like the last time she saw him, fresh out of a syndicate debut. Now he looks more like an older brother checking on his little siblings. A dad even.

“Baekhyun, it’s 3 am. I know this is how you choose to live but she needs rest” his eyes look as tired as he sounds.

“Do you think she’s here against her will?” Baekhyun asks, offended.

He walks in, leaving the door open behind him. Jiah thinks she sees a shadow walk past through the living room, but it’s gone before she can notice anyone.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks for the help. I appreciate it.”

He nods. “It’s what we do”

“And for the lawyer, the other day. Yixing told me” she adds. And maybe it’s the meds kicking in, or the emotional exertion of the day and having to see so many old new faces, but fatigue is beginning to weigh down on her.

“You did well,” Junmyeon says. “The girl needed help, he had it coming.”

He buries his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, pointing at the board with his chin. There’s a signature curious pout on his face. “What’s this about?”

“Don’t be nosy. We’ll explain in the morning” Baekhyun answers, fingers dancing all over his keyboard with speedy clicks. Junmyeon doesn’t look too convinced, letting out a loud sigh that makes her feel even more foreign in this place.

Do they all live here? Together? At their age? What about Minseok?

“Alright. There’ll be a lot of that in the morning.” he gives her a look she does not reciprocate. “I’m going to bed, you two should get some rest.”

He stops just as he’s about to walk out the door.

“We don’t have a guest room ready, since someone decided to use it as a storage room, so I hope you won’t mind taking Baekhyun’s bed”

“She’s getting the coziest room in this house, she doesn’t mind” Baekhyun speaks for her, standing up and leaning over her to start shutting down his monster of a station.

She catches a glimpse of Junmyeon's reflection on the dark screen that Baekhyun turns off first. He stands there for a moment, looking at them with a pensive expression before he turns around and closes the door behind him.

Some rest might be nice, she thinks, as Baekhyun starts talking her ear off again.

7:34 AM

A few hours later she’s closing his bedroom’s door behind her as quietly as she can.

The house is silent. No one can be bothered to be up so early on a Sunday, and she counts on that being the case until she figures out where her—

“Hey there. You looking for these?”

She can’t escape him, can she? A very sleepy and messy-haired Baekhyun has a hold of her boots and her bag, closing the door across from his room behind him. She gets a glimpse of someone’s sleeping form.

“I hid them, just in case you tried to sneak out,” he explains, rubbing his puffy eyes before stretching loudly. At this pace, he’s going to wake everyone.

“I need a shower” she winces at how loud her voice sounds “And I already stayed here for too long. Can I have them back?”

“Shower?“ he pretends to think over, nodding "We have plenty of those around here, I believe. Soap, towels, shampoo. You still take them at hell temperature?”

She blinks at him.

“Baekhyun.”

“Rina.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I! You can’t just leave on your own until we’re sure it’s safe for you out there, you’re not exactly in the condition to bite attackers either.”

“Am I a hostage?”

She doesn’t like the sweet little smile he gives her. “You’re a guest.”

“But you’re telling me I can’t leave.”

“We can negotiate after breakfast. Come on, I’m giving you a tour of my favorite spot.”

Thirty minutes later she’s waiting for him to pay for a ridiculous amount of overpriced breakfast sandwiches with different fillings. The cashier, a lanky guy with a bored expression on his face and ginormous red headphones swallowing up his ears puts everything inside a bag.

Baekhyun sends a cheeky smile in her direction, making sure she’s still standing by the end of the counter, shifting uncomfortably in a huge pair of slippers. The lack of socks makes the experience even worse.

“That’s a lot of food,” she points out.

“We’re feeding ten adults, I promise you it’s never too much of anything in our house” he answers, starting the engine.

“Ten adults?”

“I texted Yixing. It’s been a while since we all had a meal together. I don't remember the last time we used the dining table.”

She sighs, leaning her head against the passenger window and trying to find any familiar street.

“Slept well?”

“I’m very uncomfortable with this and I don’t appreciate you withholding my things”

“Oh-kay, someone’s grumpy in the morning.” he chuckles, leaning over the steering wheel as he takes a turn. “Consider this your punishment for trying to leave without saying goodbye. You got a deadbeat father complex or something?”

She glares at him, half-heartedly.

“Come on, it’s just breakfast with the boys. Best meal of the day, with the boys.”

“It’s not just breakfast, you know that” she mutters, closing her eyes to rest them for a second.

“Hey, it’s just us,” He surprises her by finding her wrist resting on the seat. His fingers curl around it, giving it a light tug, like a kid trying to get a grown-up’s attention “No one will jump you or anything. I know things are awkward, but they won’t have to be once we all talk and catch up, yeah?”

The red light goes green after what feels like an eternity. It takes him a second to notice, and he’s back to quietly driving them across the street, still not letting go of her wrist.

“You trust me, right?” he asks suddenly, giving her a glance.

“Seriously, out of nowhere?”

He doesn’t laugh, only turns to look at her with a serious look on his usually relaxed features. “Cause I trust you, Rin. I hope you know that.”

The fuck?

“Ok? Thanks–”

“I mean, I don’t know what you’ve been up to, obviously, or what– you know? Happened, but I know I trust you.” he nods firmly, fixing his throat and suddenly avoiding her eyes. "Whatever happened, it doesn't matter to me. I'm just happy to see you again."

She feels the sudden need to get out of the car, but her shoulder would probably combust, so she gives him the softest of nods. The feeling that it's a mediocre reply lingers.

Eventually, he lets go of her wrist.

About half an hour later, she's watching Jongdae fix a generous batch of coffee while singing his heart out to an OST only someone over 30 could recognize. He was the first to wake up, walked into the kitchen, took a look at her and immediately scolded Baekhyun for not getting her slippers closer to her size.

They belong to Chanyeol and he thinks it’s just hilarious that she walks like a duck in them.

They all come down one by one in different states of sleepiness. All Jiah can think is that life has taken a seriously strange turn, and there’s not much she can do about it other than hold on to a cup of coffee and watch in silence, hair still wet.

“How are you feeling?” Junmyeon asks once again, taking some multivitamins and eyeing a plate of fruit that Sehun tries to keep safe from Chanyeol’s prying hands, asking him for the third time if he washed his hands.

He looks like Jongdae had to drag him out of bed, bed sheet imprints leaving red lines on his left cheek, swollen eyes and messy hair. There’s even dry drool on his chin. She wants to point it out, but they're not comfortable like that with each other.

He eyes the third spoonful of sugar she drops on her coffee but keeps any comment to himself.

“We can ask Dr. Jangmi for something stronger if you need it, just let me know.”

“Alright, thanks. I appreciate that,” she says for what feels like the 20th time in the past 24 hours.

Thanks. I appreciate that. This is weird as fuck though, can we not do this?

“Huh? What's this? What’s going on here?”

There is a soft giggle at the end of Yixing’s question. He's taking his shoes off, stumbling a bit, not closing the door behind him, holding a coffee cup carrier.

“Breakfast.” Jondgae says, and Jiah suspects he made a face. Whatever that means.

“Hey,” he makes his around the island and engulfs her in a careful hug. He's warm to the touch from being outside. “How are you feeling?”

"I’m ok.” she smiles, not being able to help her lips from pouting. “My shoulder’s kind of fucked, though.”

He frowns, shakes his head slowly, hands moving up and down her good arm, leaning down to press his lips to her temple. "I know. I'm sorry. But the more rest you get, the faster you'll feel better again, so don't rush yourself."

She nods, letting her weight rest on him for just a bit, eyes fluttering open when white cotton and a head of thick black hair passes by, startling her.

Kim Minseok is putting two extra carriers next to the one Yixing left on the island top. The door is now closed, but she never heard him come in. And now he's handing people coffee.

Chanyeol thanks him a thousand times. It seems like Jongdae's coffee making skills are controversial, he nags at them about being ungrateful, but walks over to get his cup anyway.

"Oh, that's–"

Jongdae's extended hand stops abruptly at Yixing's interruption. The cup Minseok was just about to give him is now being held by both of them.

"Dirty chai. That's Rina's." he explains.

Jiah, unsure about how to proceed, stares at the cup in front of her face, neither releasing it. Jongdae drops his hand, eyes shifting between them.

Yixing blinks curiously at Minseok, whose face she's avoiding to turn to look at.

Sehun leans over and grabs a cup of his own with his ridiculously long arms.

"Are you guys gonna give it to her, or–"

HIs comment wraps it up. Yixing gives her the cup, smiling down at her and paying no mind to the tilt of Jongdae’s eyebrow or Junmyeon's side eye.

“Oh, before I forget. I told Haneul you're taking a break. He sounded worried, maybe you should give him a call?”

Right. Haneul. She’s been so distracted that she forgot about him as well. Yixing offers her his phone, but Baekhyun cuts him off and tells her to focus on breakfast while it's still warm.

Kyungsoo is the last one to take a seat at the table, lazily scrolling through his phone. There’s a pair of thick-framed glasses perched on top of his nose. He sighs at Baekhyun’s loud moan when he takes the first bite.

“Just as good as I remembered.”

The table is filled with the sound of eating and the low hum of someone's lofi playlist playing from the speakers. The moment lingers just long enough to become awkward.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I love uncomfortable silences during breakfast, I heard they’re good for digestion,”

Junmyeon stops mid-bite and gives Sehun a look.

“What? I mean she’s here now, can’t you just catch up? Ask her what happened on the third day?”

“Ok, Sehun. Just finish your sandwich.”

He rolls his eyes, pointedly taking a big bite.

“Didn’t you have something to show us?” Jongin asks helpfully. Jiah has noticed that him and Sehun stick to each other, despite being on opposite ends of several traits.

“Glad you asked,” Baekhyun claps his hands, standing up as he licks his fingers having successfully devoured his sandwich. He disappears for a bit and comes back wheeling the glass board behind him.

Yixing turns to the side in his seat, pointing at one of the pictures.

“There’s another girl?”

“Yep,” Baekhyun beams, the excited smile on his face melting immediately. He fixes his throat. “Long story short, these girls all are missing, they’re also all students, and they could be connected to Nayeon’s disappearance. We’re thinking they might help us find her.”

“Did you just say find her?”

“I did,” Baekhyun points his finger at Junmyeon, happy that he caught that “Nayeon is alive.”

Other than Sehun noisily blowing on his drink, the silence is heavy with skepticism.

“We’re keeping a positive mindset here. There is a big, big chance she didn’t die in that fire. The body they found at her apartment was declared burned beyond recognition, and Nayeon didn’t have recent dental work done on her, so they couldn't even look for a match. And before you accuse me of being delusional, Rina came to the same conclusion all on her own.”

“Is this true?”

Jiah nods at Junmyeon. “She sent her brother the recordings through a shipping company days before the fire and scheduled the delivery. He got the package in the mail exactly two weeks after the fire.”

“So she knew she was in danger.”

“Creative.” Chanyeol mutters, impressed “She found a way to let her brother know without putting him in direct danger.”

“And then he tried to end Lee Chungjae himself.” Sehun adds.

“If she went through that effort, she would’ve tried to hide, right? It was only a theory, but Lee Chungjae probably has a reason to believe this as well, and he doesn’t want any loose ends.”

Junmyeon’s face is unreadable.

“And well,” she points at her shoulder. “I think that night proved my theory.”

Yixing leans back on his chair, crossing his arms. It’s followed by a dry chuckle at the other side of the table.

“Can we just tell her?”

"Baekhyun tries to interrupt, but Chanyeol has a point to make.

"Nah, let her know, or she’ll go out there and successfully get herself killed this time just because she thinks she has backup.”

Jongdae tries as well, not without giving her a careful sideways glance that she doesn’t return, staring back at Chanyeol with just a slight narrowing of her eyes. Her lack of reaction so far has made his demeanor get a little more vicious.

“Let’s not–”

“How do you think they knew it was you, even with your editor protecting you?” Chanyeol finally asks “Your protector snitched on you, didn’t think twice before selling you out to Lee Chungjae’s team. He’s putting good money on his dad's campaign, did you not know?”

“Protector?” she blurts out, neither a question nor an affirmation. “Are you- wait, you mean Namjoon?”

She snorts.

“I mean, yes? He knew about the investigation. I let him know before it came out.”

“You’re full so of shit. It's just sad.” Chanyeol shakes his head slowly.

“Like I said before, I’m not worried about convincing you.”

“Why?” he dares.

She can't judge him for being so remarkably slow. He doesn’t trust her, he’s probably terrified of whatever he thinks she represents. Yixing didn't lie about people being wary of her.

It’s disappointing to see him handle what he thinks is a threat so poorly, but then again he always was a heart-on-his-sleeve kind of guy.

Others keep their silence and listen. Kyungsoo, even Junmyeon. Minseok's glare is impossible to ignore.

“Because sometimes being underestimated can work in your favor.” she speaks slowly like it’s a child across from her and not a man two years her senior.

The tension spikes. All these resources, a wide range of skills, a seat at the syndicate, and just a few harmless words make their mood drop.

Junmyeon leans in. “So what I'm hearing is that you put yourself at risk just to... prove a theory.”

“Of course not,” she wonders if he paid attention at all to what she said. “I hoped they’d come expecting to find Nayeon through me, so I set up a lead. It’s not about if they take it but who does. Chungjae's not doing this alone.”

“And did it work? The bait?“ Jongin sounds hopeful.

"I’m hoping it did.”

“You’re hoping it did?” Junmyeon repeats. “It’s been 48 hours, what if they realized you’re bluffing and decided you’re not useful anymore?”

“I’ve got it handled.”

“You never mentioned any of this” Baekhyun says, breaking his silence.

He has a look of disappointment on his face she wants to get rid of, and then she remembers that pale grin he gave her yesterday, like he was about to break into a cold sweat.

“I’ll let you know what I find.”

There's something happening right in front of her eyes. As much as she wishes she could trust Yixing, his explanation about them being wary about her association with Namjoon doesn't cut it.

Her eyes find Minseok's and she hopes he's better than Baekhyun at subtlety. If getting himself a seat at the table is any indication, chances are he is.

Something indeed, and she's nearly convinced that it goes against the deal he signed a few days ago.

But that's not it, isn't it? There's more to it.

He lifts his chin, just barely, it feels too much like a silent warning. It has the opposite effect he wants. The dirty chai kicks in at once.

“Frankly, I don’t think you’re in the state to be handling anything right now.” Junmyeon’s amused little chuckle kills her momentum.

“I agree,” Yixing says, much to her disappointment “Even if you’re right, it doesn’t mean you're in any less danger.”

“I know how to take care of myself."

“Do I need to remind you that just almost bled out on the way to the hospital? This is obviously getting out of your hands. I won’t have your picture next to those girls'.”

Junmyeon points at the board. He's wearing a ring on his index finger. She's surprised it fits. Maybe he had it resized.

“You can leave it to us this time, we’ll handle it.”

“I appreciate the concern, but it's not your decision to make.”

"Question," Baekhyun says, a surprisingly serious look on his face. "Would it be so bad to let us help?"

“That's not the point. I promised Im Haneul I’d see this through.”

“Wouldn't be the first time you let someone down. He'll survive.” Chanyeol coldly replies.

Her blood starts to boil. They're cornering her, and her patience has a limit.

“Alright, I don’t know what your problem is, but let’s get it over with."

A deep voice has heads turning to the right. “You know what his problem is. Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you.”

If Chanyeol’s voice was venomous, Kyungsoo’s tone feels like battery acid.

Chanyeol wastes no time. “Only a handful of people survived Hwacheon's fire, how did you make it out?”

“You shouldn’t believe official records, the prison system in this country is a joke.”

“So no complex escape plan? I was expecting some prison break shit from you.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

He shakes a finger at her.

“I heard rumors, you know? About this girl that worked for Kim Namjoon. No one knew where she came from, not even back in their hometown. They said she was a witch, could sniff out a traitor from a mile away,”

Jiah has to give it to him, he sure knows how to set the mood with the storytelling.

“And then one day, she disappeared without a trace. People said he killed her after she tried to turn on them, others said someone in their circle knocked her up and he sent her away. Whatever happened, she vanished.”

“A hundred years passed and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar, an airbender named Aang." Sehun says, arm coming to rest around Jongin's shoulders. He pretends not to hear him.

“I don't know what you want me to say."

“Was it him, Hwacheon’s fire? Is that how you got out?”

To her utter disbelief, he's being serious. All she can do is open her mouth and close it, look around to see if anyone else understands how stupid that is.

Kyungsoo shrugs. “You’re not denying it.”

“No, Kyungsoo. Kim Namjoon didn’t blow up a federal facility to help me escape. I can’t believe I have to explain this to you. I didn’t even know them back then.”

“Hwacheon is just ten miles away from Songju, isn't it? Right where Namjoon’s operation started. That was you. November 10th, the prosecutor's kids, the clean up, the start of the syndicate. You were there.”

"I was." she says without hesitation, still not understanding what's the big deal.

"Why?"

"Because they helped me out. And I because wanted to."

“Well, since we all know he cashes in all his favors, I guess the big, scary question here is what did you have to do to pay off your debt after they helped you out? Was it witchery, or was it-”

“Ok,” Junmyeon interferes, putting one hand on the table. “You’re crossing the line.”

“Don’t worry, he’s not even close.” she says with a light tone, but the slight curl of her lips betrays the cutting edge behind her words.

"I just hope that if you got knocked up, you had the sense to get rid of it. Otherwise, you're an asshole for putting yourself in danger when you have a kid somewhere."

“Wow. When did he become this fucking pathetic?” she asks, genuinely curious, but they're all either too uncomfortable or embarrassed to grace her with an answer.

“Ok, I’ll translate for him.” Sehun chimes in, leaning forward with a serious expression on his face. Jongin closes his eyes and expects the worst. “What he's trying to ask is, did you engage in premarital sex with Kim Namjoon and/or any of his associates?”

Yixing drops his head. Jongin looks kind of mortified but kind of amused at Chanyeol's immediate response, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“That is not what I’m asking.”

“No? So you’re worried about my hypothetical kid now?”

“Ok. Chanyeol, drop it. Let’s get back on track.”

But she likes this track. She doesn't see the point in dropping it yet.

"If you’re taking the misogynistic route, at least do it right. Don’t be a half-assed piece of shit, it’s pitiful.”

“Rina.”

“I’m not finished, Suho.”

A quick oop follows.

"I get it. I know what this is about. I see you. You're still dealing with your abandonment issues, but that’s not on me."

Chanyeol's face drops.

She carries on, no remorse. "What? You think you're special because your daddy wasn't around to play ball? Give me a break."

“Jesus. Ice fucking cold.”

A sharp grating sound. He forcefully shoves his chair back.

“Hey, hey–”

“Park Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol stands up at full height and others follow. Jongdae tries to talk some sense into him. Yixing doesn’t hesitate to do the same when she mirrors Chanyeol's stance, arm extended in front of her, shaking his head.

Sehun seems to be out of little quips. Like him, Minseok remains seated, looking at the scene from the end of the table.

Poor Jongdae, he's still trying. “Sit down, man. C'mon.”

But Chanyeol's not listening, his jaw is locked in, teeth gritted together. Finger pointed at her, spit spraying in the air.

”You let us all think you were dead.“

"I had my reasons.”

She’s trying her best to not lose it against his stupid loud voice that takes up the room. Her head, her shoulder, her back, they all hurt. She should’ve left the moment she woke up, barefoot.

Chanyeol throws his arms in the air, growling.

“Your reasons? To let everyone mourn you for what? A decade. What the fuck is that about? Who does that?”

“I'm sorry, what’s the acceptable protocol for you? Enlighten me.”

“Dude, you’re seriously not asking that.” he winces, like he'd rather not look at her. “Kim Namjoon, seriously? That was your only option? You. Everything you tried to preach to us. Looking down at us, talking about better ways and shit, like you were some kind of paragon of virtue."

“Ah, fuck off. Seriously, fuck off." she repeats with closed eyes, an exhausted mantra. "Don’t selectively bring shit from the past into this."

"Was that just to make yourself feel a little less bad about, huh? About getting Yuan killed because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut?”

It feels like the air was sucked out of the room. No one was ready for that, perhaps not even Chanyeol. For a fleeting second he looks like he caught himself off guard.

Jiah lets out a shaky, hoarse little laugh, mumbling to herself. "You don't know shit. Not even now."

"You know you can repeat that all you want but that's still the truth."

“You wanna talk about the truth? The only reason I was there that night was to warn you, but you treated me like I was out of my mind. Everything I tried to tell you would happen, happened. That's the truth,"

Silence, she's not done yet.

"And then you got in that stupid car and sped down the fucking street,"

Not even near.

"You didn’t look back. You had the chance to leave it all behind and move on with your life while mine wasted in jail. But now you wanna act like I owe you an explanation?”

There's no way they remember that night as vividly as she does. Every tiny detail, the smell of shitty sewage water against her face, the weight of some asshole’s knee on her back pinning her to the street, the overlapping of people yelling in panic. Red and blue lights blinding her. Blasting sirens.

“I don't blame you. I fucked up time and time again and it’s not like you could’ve done anything to get me out of it.” she admits.

“That’s right. You fucked up and we fucked up. So you decided that was it? You couldn't reach out for help or at least contact us? Did you not think of the consequences of letting people believe you were dead?”

She can’t help the bitter smile, half of her wanting to ask Chanyeol what he knows about consequences, but he’d mistake that for her wanting to hear an answer. Ten years later it’s not something that interests her.

"Pretty much, yeah,” she replies shamelessly, after a moment of consideration.

“That easy, huh?”

“Honestly, I was miserable back then. I was a kid, I only had you, I thought I could fix it, but everything kept getting worse.” she says, and the dam has not cracked yet, but it might. Any second now. “So yeah, after the fire, when I realized I had the choice to start over, I took it. That part? That was easy, yes.”

Chanyeol blinks at her, like he's not sure he's looking at someone.

“I was very careful. Don't think this situation here happened because of me being sloppy. I never planned to see any of you again, and I was at peace with that.”

She wants to carry on but her throat feels raw, and Chanyeol’s breathing through his mouth. A couple of fat, anime-like tears spill down his cheek.

The dust has settled and it's clear that the room has shifted. Yixing was just sitting right next and now there’s some distance between them, like she’s exuding toxic fumes. Baekhyun looks like a kid with glassy eyes and a red nose. It’s too late to take back, it’s all out of her chest, too heavy to cage it back up.

“I do have a question though, why are you wearing my rings?”

Kyungsoo stands up, walking past her and stopping just to throw something on the table. The metallic rattle is enough to let her know what it is.

“They meant something,” he replies, chillingly calm. “Back when we thought you were dead.”

“But now that I think about it, I don’t think you made it out of the fire.”

#exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo x reader #exo scenarios #baekhyun fanfiction #minseok fanfiction #chanyeol fanfiction #yixing fanfiction #exo angst #jongin fanfiction #jongdae fanfiction #junmyeon fanfiction #kyungsoo fanfiction #sehun fanfiction

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wonwoosthetic · 5 months

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Hi!! I’ve been loving reading the Minnie Series!!

I’m just curious as to why she calls the other members “hyung” cause correct me if I’m wrong like isn’t that what a male calls his older brother/friend in Korean??

Idk if I missed something or I apologize if this has already been addressed😅 I’m new to reading this series

Heyyy😊

Awww thank you so much!! I‘m glad you’re enjoying it ˙ᵕ˙🫶🏼

You’re right! Typically, guys use it to address a man that is slightly older than them (brother or friend)! In my AU I once have a short explanation about why Minnie uses “hyung” as well. So, in my head I came up with this: when she started training my with the other guys, to make her feel more included and comfortable around them, Seungcheol offered her to call him “hyung”, just like all the other trainees did. Mind you, she didn’t grow up speaking much Korean, so to use honourifics was already new to her, so he just decided to tell her to call him that. Therefore, over the years the “meaning” of it changed for her and she “hyung” just became the norm (for calling that every older guy) to her. And because of that, the word “oppa” has become kinda more important to her and she mentioned once in their early debut days that she would only ever call a real older brother (if she had one) or a boyfriend this.

Well… her relationship to S.Coups has and always will be much different than to any other of the guys. Don’t get me wrong, she’s obviously insanely close to all of them and she calls them her family in every way possible, but growing up with Cheol in the way she did has just been special to her and she decided to start giving him a different honorific name than the others.

She has been caught dropping the “hyung” with some other members, resulting in quite the gossip around Caratland, but it’s rare. Truth is, her views on the honourifics names has just changed slightly ˙ᵕ˙

Btw, I didn’t come up with this all by myself! I was inspired to do it like that bc of an Interview I saw with the Busted! cast, where Kim Sejeong explained why she calls Sehun “hyung”. I thought it was really interesting and something different for once, so I wanted to use it ˙ᵕ˙

And pls don’t be sorry about asking questions!! I’m always happy to answer them! Thank you for finding this AU and enjoying it, I hope you have fun reading the future stuff too!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

#minnie 🌷#Minnie asks

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yourkeeperoftherunners · 2 years

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Save You, Save Me

𑁍 Welcome to 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 & 𝐒𝐩𝐚 𑁍

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While your friends thought it was worth making passes at the hot female lifeguard, your mind was preoccupied with the disaster of a wedding you were in town for. Chances were unlikely that you’d see her outside of the hotel you’re staying at, but what are the odds of you being seated next to the very lifeguard at said wedding?

Her job is glamorized all the time, but the reason why she took up the job has a deeper meaning.

𑁍 Lifeguard!AU x Hotel Guest!AU 𑁍 Pairing: Lifeguard!Yoo Jimin (aespa Karina) × Reader (Any gender), feat. Uchinaga Aeri (aespa Giselle), Jeon Somi, Pool Boy!Sehun (EXO Sehun) 𑁍 Genre: PG-13 𑁍 Warnings: Language, Lifeguard duties, Gossip, Mention of a dead sibling, Unpopular wedding, Guests disapproving of wedding, Mention of bad boyfriends, Mention of young kids bullying another kid 𑁍 Notes: All of the characters and storyline are fictional. The sister mentioned in this story is different from Karina’s real life sister. The couple getting married is slightly inspired by a friend’s relative who rushed their wedding, despite the families disapproving.

𑁍K-Pop Masterlist𑁍 𑁍EXO Masterlist𑁍

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“Are you there yet?”

“Hang on Mom,” you replied before opening the door on your rideshare’s car. You held the phone away from your ear as you thanked the driver.

The driver placed your suitcase on the curb and told you to enjoy your trip. You stepped around the car and lifted the handle on your suitcase, while your free hand brought the phone up to your ear again.

“Sorry I was thanking the driver. I made it to the hotel,” you shared as you headed to the entrance.

“You know me, mothers worry about their kids, even when they’re older” she replied. “So who’s getting married again?”

You paused at the entrance to the hotel and moved off to the side to continue your conversation with your mom. You let go of the handle on your suitcase so you could hike your personal carry-on bag higher on your shoulder.

“Sam’s sister Andi and I really don’t know her fiancé,” you responded.

There was a pause on the other end and your mom asked if you were close to Andi or something.

“Not really Mom,” you said, “It’s...kind of a long story and I wanna settle in after a long flight.”

“Fair enough,” your mom replied. “Thanks for the update. Try to have fun at the wedding, okay?”

“I’ll try,” you promised before hanging up. You pulled up your reservation on your e-mail app and retrieved your suitcase, prepared to make your way to the front desk to check-in.

“No way!”

You looked up from your phone and saw Aeri running toward you, arms outstretched for a hug. You hugged the young woman and asked how she was doing.

“You know me, hustling as always,” she replied as she pulled away. “What are you doing here? You here for–”

“The Wedding,” you interrupted her. “Yeah I am. Actually I was surprised to even get an invite.”

“I never thought I’d be getting a wedding invite this early in my life,” a guy responded as he approached both of you.

“Y/N, this is my friend Jay,” Aeri shared as she gestured to the guy. “We go to the same college. Jay, this is Y/N – we had a couple of classes when we were in high school.”

You shook Jay’s hand and addressed Aeri while holding up your phone. “I was about to check-in – I’m guessing you guys are all settled in?”

“I was going to check out the hotel’s amenities,” Jay replied. “I kind of thought this place was going to be just okay, but it’s actually kind of nice.”

“I just got my room key,” Aeri shared. “I gotta unpack my stuff and I’m waiting for my roommate to show up – you ever meet Somi?”

“Who?”

“Oh yeah, you might not have met her! Yeah, well you’ll meet her at the wedding or maybe before it. She’s flying in from Canada, but I think her flight’s delayed or something,” Aeri added. “Hey, you free tonight? We could all grab a drink or something at the bar here.”

“I should be,” you responded. “I’m going to check-in and freshen up before meeting you guys down here.”

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The front desk had no trouble finding your reservation and you were happy to head up, unpack, and brush your teeth after a very long flight. After you dragged a comb through your hair to look a little more presentable, you checked your phone and responded to Aeri about meeting at the bar in a couple of minutes to grab drinks and catch up.

You pocketed your wallet, ID, and room key in your jacket and kept your phone in your hand as you made your way downstairs, in search of the bar. You exited the elevator and scanned the entrance hall, noting the sign with the directions to the bar.

“How do you know the couple?” Jay asked as he came up beside you.

You turned your head to face him and raised a hand in greeting. He pointed to the bar area and you walked alongside him.

“I’m friends with the bride’s older sister,” you explained. “I didn’t really hang out with the bride that much – maybe we saw each other when I did some sleepovers at their house, but yeah. You?”

Jay looked around for Aeri and waved once he saw her holding two empty seats next to her. He glanced at you and shared that he was friends with the groom.

“We were in the same fraternity,” Jay explained. “I don’t know if you were in Greek life, but I swear not all of us are party animals who cruise by in class. Pretty sure Haruto and I were the only guys who didn’t end up smashed at the end of the frat parties and did well in our classes.”

“Nerds,” Aeri teased as you and Jay came closer to where she was sitting. She pushed two menus toward you and said she was waiting for you before ordering drinks.

“You could have ordered your drink, you know?” Jay remarked as he slid into the seat on Aeri’s left. He grabbed one of the menus and began looking at the options.

You took the other seat next to her and apologized for making her wait. She waved a hand to say it was nothing, then prompted you to share what you were talking about.

Jay looked up from the menu and nodded at you. “Y/N and I were talking about who we know in terms of the wedding. They said they know the bride.”

Aeri looked thoughtful and she murmured that she vaguely remembered the bride in a summer camp program she was in. “It was ages ago – not sure if it was her,” Aeri sighed. “But Haruto, yeah I know him and he’s cool. Except I don’t get why he’s getting married now. I mean, he’s not even done with college yet!”

You raised a brow at that comment and Jay and Aeri nodded in unison. That made you cringe as it dawned on you the significant age gap between the bride and groom in that moment.

“I have a feeling that look means something bad,” Jay remarked as he studied your face.

“I’m pretty sure Andi just turned 27,” you offered. “Back when I was hanging out with her older sister all the time, Andi was getting into all sorts of trouble, like sneaking out after curfew, dating guys who were really sketchy–”

“Sketchy? How sketchy we talking?” Aeri asked as she leaned forward.

You leaned back in your seat as you recalled some of the boyfriends that were disasters. “There was one guy who was illegally selling fake autographs and merchandise for 90s bands and singers at school, then there was a guy who hacked a teacher’s computer to change the grades on his friends’ tests, and the worst one was a guy who was planning to follow his favorite band in a falling-apart van all year. She almost went with him, until her granddad threatened to cut her out of the will.”

Aeri and Jay exchanged a look and it was your turn to ask about it. The former struggled to formulate what she wanted to say and Jay was silent for a few moments. Before you could ask them to explain themselves, the bartender came over to greet you and ask if you were ready to order.

You quickly looked back at the menu as Aeri ordered her drink and Jay pointed to something on the menu. You met the bartender’s eyes and selected a mocktail, something that looked interesting. Once the bartender excused himself to assemble your drinks, Jay seemed to have collected his thoughts and leaned against the counter as he looked at you from his seat.

“We love Haru, he’s a good guy,” Jay prefaced. “But he literally turned 21 not more than...what? 7 days ago? Also he’s had bad luck with getting girls. Not that he dated bad girls like the string of guys the bride had, but most saw him as ugly and nerdy. Or they only pretended to be nice to him because–”

“He’s the oldest son of an entertainment company CEO in Japan,” Aeri added. “When he got to college, he had a major glow-up and that’s kind of helped, but he didn’t really like any of the girls at our school. I mean, he doesn’t tell a lot of people who his mom and dad are, but some people do some sleuthing and bam! Then they wanna be besties with him, but he’s gotten good at shaking off the posers. Um Jay, did he tell you how he met this Andi chick?”

Jay shrugged and explained that Haruto had been mum on the details, other than he met Andi a month and a half ago and both decided they wanted to get married after a short courtship.

“What does Andi even do for work?” Aeri asked.

“Last I heard from her sister, she got a job as an entry-level secretary,” you shared. “Before that, she was working at a clothing store as a sales clerk, but she got tired of the random hours and schedules.”

“Is Andi...?”

“Here are those drinks for you,” the bartender announced as he placed them on the counter. “May I get anything else for you, or are you all set right now?”

Jay politely told him we were all set and the bartender excused himself to wait on some new patrons who joined the bar at the opposite end.

“If you’re asking if Andi’s a gold digger, no,” you shared. “Her family’s upper middle class and the guys she dated before weren’t rich or anything. She’s impulsive and thinks she knows best, but not a gold digger.”

“Maybe Haruto–”

“Nope, no way!” Jay insisted, shaking his head violently. “Haru wouldn’t get her pregnant before the wedding. I doubt it’s a shotgun wedding.”

Aeri raised her glass and swirled the contents around thoughtfully. She looked at Jay, then at you before raising her glass in a toast.

“Well, whatever the hell the reason is, here we are, catching up after all these years and surviving this hot mess in a couple of days! Cheers!”

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A few days later, Aeri suggested meeting at the pool to go swimming. You agreed and wandered down to the lobby, following the signs for the pool. You adjusted your sunglasses on your nose as you scanned the pool area for Aeri and Jay, who were supposedly holding a section of chairs for you.

You excused yourself as you maneuvered around some families and couples emerging from the pool and saw Jay standing by some chairs, while Aeri was busy chatting with a girl texting somebody. Jay spotted you and flagged you down.

“Hey Y/N, you made it,” Jay said. “We’ve got a couple more people joining us – my friend Alex is coming with his roommate Peter and Aeri, didn’t you say your friend Ryujin was here too?”

“Yeah, but she’s not staying at the hotel – I don’t know if she’s allowed to join us or not,” Aeri mused. She looked past the girl she was chatting with and raised a hand in greeting. “Oh before I forget, Y/N this is Somi, Somi this is Y/N.”

The girl looked up from sending a text and put her phone face down on her lap. She extended a hand and you shook it.

“Sorry, I’ve been asking some friends to see if they can figure out this guy,” Somi apologized.

“Who the groom?” Jay asked.

Somi shook her head and nodded at the lifeguard who was coming down from the tower. She raised her phone in one hand and explained that she was yelled at for trying to get his picture discreetly. “I’m 99% sure one of my friends knew this guy at some point and when I tried to snap a pic, this girl comes over and starts yelling at me to delete it or something. I mean, take a chill pill much?”

“Maybe it was his wife or some jealous fan girl?” Aeri offered.

“I didn’t get her name, but I sure wish I had,” Somi sighed with a roll of her eyes. “Pretty sure she worked here too. It’s not like this guy’s my type okay? He looks like a human version of Grumpy Cat or something. I get saving lives is serious business, but no need to put resting bitch face on all the time.”

Jay lowered his sunglasses as he watched the male lifeguard pass a young woman in a red one-piece who was headed to the lifeguard tower. The young woman climbed the ladder swiftly and took a seat in the chair, before placing a whistle around her neck.

“Looks like Mr. Grumpy Cat is gone and we have a new face on duty,” Jay noted.

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Eventually the others showed up and introductions were made. Somi stayed in her deck chair (Citing a recent injury to her ankle as the reason), while the rest of the group split off to enjoy the pool and the jacuzzi.

The female lifeguard kept a neutral expression on her face as she scanned the area for any dangers or potential troublemakers. There were a few times where she called out to the parents of unruly children to please tell their kids to not run, but otherwise she remained silent from her perch.

“You think anyone ever faked drowning?” Peter asked in a low voice.

“Oh come on, seriously?” you sighed. “That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be!” Peter insisted. “Come on, she’s probably had a lot of people hit on her, right?”

“I mean, she is kinda pretty,” Aeri confessed. “But like she gives off ice model vibes to me.”

“Kinda pretty?! Have you seen those legs?” Alex cried out in frustration.

You and Aeri exchanged a look with each other and rolled your eyes as the guys in your group continued to stare at the lifeguard on duty.

Peter ran a hand through his hair as he stared up at the lifeguard chair. “Do I dare ask her for her digits?”

“Please, a girl that hot is probably taken,” Aeri snorted as she nudged Peter in the arm. “Also, you’re not the first guy who has thirsted over her.”

You were getting tired of listening to the guys argue with each other about the lifeguard’s relationship status and you decided to hop out of the pool to dry off and sit with Somi for a while. You carefully pushed yourself up onto the pool deck and rose to a standing position slowly, then made a beeline for the seats where Somi was hanging out.

She offered you a dry towel and you thanked her as you accepted it.

“Done with the pool already?” she asked.

“Actually over Alex and Peter trying to decide if they make fools of themselves in front of the lifeguard,” you remarked as you gestured to the pair who were moving toward one of the ladders.

Somi studied the lifeguard and murmured that she also looked a little familiar in a way. “I don’t think I know her,” she clarified, “but she reminds me of someone else I might have seen or known at some point?” She snorted as she watched Peter exit the pool and she nudged you to get your attention. “Looks like Peter’s going to be a moron and ask her out.”

You watched as Peter strode over to the lifeguard tower and he leaned against it while looking up at the lifeguard. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but you looked up at the lifeguard who slowly moved her sunglasses lower on the bridge of her nose to get a better look at the person speaking to her. The lifeguard said something before turning her attention back to the pool and adjusting her sunglasses on her nose again. Peter walked away from the tower looking dejected and Somi shook her head in amusement.

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“Wait, you’re here?” Sam asked.

You cradled the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you put your shoes on to go grab breakfast. “Mmhm, why do you sound so surprised?”

“Andi never told me she invited you!” Sam huffed. “Oh I would have had you come stay at my place so you wouldn’t have to pay for your hotel!”

“Sam, it’s fine,” you reassured her. “Besides, it’s actually a nice hotel and I found out Aeri’s staying here too. But yeah, I’m surprised she wouldn’t tell her maid of honor–”

“Nope,” Sam replied in a flat tone. “Not even a bridesmaid.”

“Hang on, you’re kidding?!”

“No Y/N, I’m just a normal guest,” she responded. “Andi really made Mom and Dad unhappy with this rushed wedding and I think she demoted me to guest too because I hate that she’s marrying a barely legal guy who doesn’t have a job yet. Now I’m really pissed that she didn’t tell me that she invited you.”

“Why, it’s not like we are secretly friends – you know I’m YOUR friend, right?” you reminded her as you moved your phone to your other ear.

“Y/N, I think she dug through MY friend list and just invited a bunch of random people she kind of knows to this dumpster fest,” Sam growled. “None of her close friends are invited or one of them, I’m pretty sure got into a nasty fight with her before the wedding.”

You sighed as you straightened up and grabbed your room key and a breakfast voucher to put in your pocket.

“I’m sorry Sam, I had no idea,” you apologized. “Hey, I need to grab breakfast, but I’m sure we’ll see each other at the wedding.”

“Yeah, T-minus less than 24 hours,” Sam replied. “Go eat. See you tomorrow.”

You put your phone in another pocket and began heading down to the lobby, in search of the restaurant for the breakfast buffet. You were able to get onto an elevator without waiting and it only made 2 stops. Once it reached the lobby, you exited and looked around for the signs that pointed out the directions to the restaurant.

“STOP IT! STOP IT!” a girl’s voice wailed.

You snapped your head in the direction of the screaming and saw that it was coming from the pool area. Curiosity got the better of you and you walked quickly to the pool, spotting a small group of boys holding a young girl by her arms and legs and dangling her over the pool in the 5ft area.

“Hey!” a young man snapped as he strode over to the boys. He began to raise his whistle to his lips and the boys quickly dropped the girl into the pool before scattering in different directions.

As the boys scattered, the young man tried to grab a few of them and you quickly blocked one of them headed your direction. In the midst of the chaos, you saw someone dove into the pool and was swimming over to the little girl, who was struggling to stay afloat in the 5ft section.

“Move!” the boy complained as he tried to get around you.

“Where are your parents?” you demanded, using a harsh tone. “That wasn’t very nice what you did to her.” You continued to move from side to side to block the boy from getting past you, while the young man with the whistle was handing off the ones he caught to a security guard.

The security guard beckoned for another of his men to come help and the other guard grabbed the boy you were blocking. He thanked you, before escorting the troublemaker away.

“Hey Sehun, can you grab her a towel please?” a female voice asked as she carefully helped the girl sit on the pool deck.

From your viewpoint, you could see it was the female lifeguard from yesterday, who was trying to calm the scared little girl while her colleague grabbed a towel. Sehun passed over the towel and the female lifeguard unfolded it and carefully wrapped it around the young girl’s shoulders.

Sehun approached you and nodded, while murmuring a thanks. “Not sure we got all of them, but maybe some of them will rat out the rest,” he said. “I’m sorry about that, is there anything else you need?”

You gestured in the direction of the restaurant and explained you were headed there for breakfast.

“Ah, we’re only doing breakfast for another hour,” Sehun noted. “Thanks for your help. I think we’ve got this under control. If security has any questions, they may reach out to you. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, thanks. Enjoy your breakfast,” Sehun said.

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“So she actually saved someone and I missed it?!” Alex complained the next day.

You rolled your eyes and added that it was in the morning before breakfast ended. According to Jay, some of the people including Alex went out and did some barhopping, choosing to sleep in the morning of the pool rescue.

“Yeah Alex, she was doing her job,” you deadpanned. “I helped wrangle one of the punks who threw the poor girl in.”

“Boys can be so cruel,” Somi sighed as she scooped some yogurt up with her spoon. She added some berries onto the spoonful of yogurt and put it in her mouth. A free hand reached for her napkin and she wiped her mouth with it. “I need to go – gotta start getting ready.” She pushed her seat back and grabbed her wallet and phone before saying goodbye to you, Alex, and Jay.

Jay shook his head and checked his watch. “I guess I should get my suit on and think about heading over to beat the traffic. Y/N, did you rent a car or did you do rideshare?”

“Rideshare,” you replied. “But we should probably carpool to limit the number of cars there. The couple said there wasn’t a lot of parking space.”

Alex and Jay exchanged a look and the former echoed that he remembered seeing something about limited parking.

“I rented a car, but I can only take 4 people,” Jay shared. “I haven’t asked if Aeri and Somi want to ride with me or not. So far it’s just Alex and Peter who said they are coming.”

You shrugged and replied that you could figure it out. You excused yourself to go get ready and decided to text Aeri about what she was doing for a ride.

Y/N

Are you riding with Jay? He said he’s got a limited number of seats in his car and Peter and Alex are already in 2 of the 4. Sent 10:30 AM

Aeri

Somi and I are riding with Ryujin – she’s picking us up. I know she has room for one more. You want in? Sent 10:31 AM

Y/N

Thanks, I’d appreciate that. Sent 10:32 AM

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Once you arrived, you found an empty seat next to Sam and she greeted you as you slid into the chair next to her. She was leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed.

“Should I be a bitch and yell ‘I object’ when the priest asks if anyone objects to the union?” Sam asked.

You nudged her in the arm and she made a face. Both of you turned to the front and after a couple of minutes, the ceremony got underway.

Despite joking about it earlier, Sam remained silent throughout the wedding and reluctantly slow-clapped when the bride and groom kissed. She turned to face you and asked if you knew who you were sitting with at the reception. You shrugged and explained that you’d probably find out once you got outside to the tents where the reception was being held.

Both of you waited for the chapel to clear out before making it outside to look for your names on the placards at the respective dining sets. Sam found her spot and she checked the table to see if your card was on it, then met your eyes as she shook her head. You shrugged and decided to check the other tables to see where your placard was. After a minute, you found your placard on a table to the far right with Ryujin and some other individuals you didn’t recognize.

Ryujin flashed you a smile when she saw you were at the same table. You returned it as you took your seat and noticed that the placard to your left said Jimin Y. The card on your right said Tom. Once you were seated, you looked around at the other tables to see if people were close to being settled and you spotted a few who were still looking for their tables. One girl walked in the direction of your table and you had a funny feeling that she looked familiar for some reason.

“Oh Jimin, I didn’t know you were here,” Ryujin greeted the other girl. “How are you?” She stood up to hug the other girl and the pair chatted in Korean for a few minutes. When the bride and groom began to address the guests, Ryujin took this as her signal to take her seat again.

Jimin grabbed her chair and sat down next to you. You looked to your right, but saw that Tom wasn’t there, nor was there anyone looking around for their placard. Maybe he was a no show.

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After some announcements were made, everyone either got up to socialize, grab food, or dance. You were surprised there were no toasts for the bride and groom, but you had a feeling that the pair purposely avoided them for good reason. Ryujin had left her seat to do some dancing to the DJ’s picks and you returned from the buffet with a full plate.

Jimin came back with a plate and she flashed you a polite smile before she sat down and studied the contents. Then it dawned on you that she was the female lifeguard at the hotel you were staying at! You hadn’t recognized her at first, as she had always kept her hair tied back while working and you had only seen her with her sunglasses covering her eyes. (Or a scared guest in front of her that she was trying to calm down.)

“How do you know the couple?” Jimin asked after a prolonged pause.

You snapped your head in her direction and paused from trying some of the seafood. You put your fork down and replied, “I’m friends with the bride’s older sister. I’m still not sure why I got invited actually. You?”

Jimin tucked a strand of long dark hair behind her ear as she stabbed a piece of spinach and tomato with her fork. “I know Haruto’s sister. I used to babysit for her.” Her eyes drifted to your placard and she tilted her head. “Hang on, are you staying at Crimson Aurora Hotel and Spa?”

You nodded and she laughed lightly.

“Small world I guess,” she replied as she put her fork down. “I remembered your name because my colleague Sehun said you helped him catch some of the boys a few days ago. Thanks for helping out.”

“Oh it was nothing really,” you replied with a shrug. “Those kids were being horrible to her and they shouldn’t have thrown her in when she said no. I’m hoping they’re banned from the pool for the rest of their stay.”

Jimin chewed her bite and wiped her mouth with her napkin before nodding. “Yes, security took them to their parents and they’re not allowed to run around the hotel without a parent present. I’m pretty sure some of those boys are checking out soon because their parents had a short stay planned with us. None of them apologized to that poor girl though. She’s okay by the way – a little shaken, but she’s doing much better.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you replied. “Also, I’m one of the people who was swimming a couple of days ago when the idiot tried to hit on you. I’m sorry about him – he’s a friend of one of my friends. We all told him it was a bad idea.”

The apology made Jimin shake her head and she turned to face you. “Honestly, I knew that was going to happen when I took the job,” she confessed. “And no, it’s not just men – I’ve had women flirt with me and one even faked drowning to try to get me to save her. I know I could have taken a different career or job elsewhere, but this place was pretty decent and the pay is better than a community pool.”

“Anyone on staff try flirting with you?” you probed, partly out of curiosity.

“Oh someone tried to pair me with the masseuse on staff and it was so awkward,” Jimin replied as she recalled the incident. “He’s old enough to be a brother and...yeah no. That’s too weird. I think most of the team sees me as a sister or something. I’m pretty lucky that everyone is so nice and doesn’t see me as ‘a hot girl lifeguard’ or something.”

You shifted in your seat so you could sit facing her. “I think that little girl was lucky you were there. I’m not sure Sehun would have been able to do much if he wasn’t trying to stop those idiots who threw her in.”

Jimin nodded with a faint smile. Before she could respond, you noticed the bride dragging the groom behind her towards your table. You made eye contact with the pair and politely congratulated them.

“Sooo glad you made it!” Andi gushed as she crushed you in a hug. She looked behind you and sighed dramatically when she saw Tom never showed up. “Figures, he was always wishy-washy.”

“I’m sorry what?” Haruto asked in confusion.

“Oh honey, wishy-washy – it means he’s indecisive!” Andi giggled.

Haruto smiled and quietly thanked Jimin for attending as well. You looked past him and saw that Peter and Alex were looking your way and were dramatically reacting to your seatmate.

You leaned in closer to Jimin and warned her that she might want to disappear for a bit.

“My idiot friends of friends are looking your way,” you warned her.

Jimin grabbed her clutch and thanked you, saying that she probably needed to head back anyways.

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“Your flight leaves in 3 hours dummy – stop looking for the hot lifeguard,” Somi sighed as she dragged Alex toward the entrance of the hotel.

Aeri nudged Peter toward the entrance and reminded him that he too, had a flight that was leaving soon. The pair grumbled and bid the group goodbye before heading to the front to look for their rideshare to the airport.

“You going home too?” you asked Somi as she tugged her suitcase behind her.

She shook her head and explained that her mom’s family shared that they wanted her to visit for a few days. “They said my cousin’s traveling so I can use her room during the stay. It was really nice meeting you.” She stepped forward for a hug and then headed to the front to wait for her aunt to pick her up.

Aeri gripped her passport in one hand and said that even though her flight wasn’t for a couple of hours, she thought it was best to go to the airport early. “I bought some stuff I gotta declare to customs and I think I can get a tax refund on some of the souvenirs I bought. How much longer are you here for?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed. “I’m probably having lunch/dinner with Sam tonight, then I need to pack and get to the airport when it’s stupidly early tomorrow.”

“Ouch,” Aeri winced. “Well, always great seeing you Y/N. Don’t be a stranger – if you’re in my area, hit me up and we can hang, okay?”

“Thanks I will,” you replied. “Safe flight home, okay?”

Aeri nodded and she gave you one more hug, then headed to the front to call a rideshare. You decided you wanted to wander around the hotel a bit to kill some time, before you thought about changing into different clothes for your meet-up with Sam.

You passed the bar, then the pool, slowing down slightly as you passed the entrance to the latter. From your viewpoint, you could see Sehun was on duty, not Jimin today. You passed the restaurant and noticed that the staff were cleaning up from breakfast. Most of the guests were gone, except for one individual who was picking at the contents on her plate.

You didn’t mean to stare, but the girl turned her head and you saw it was Jimin. She flashed you a smile and asked how your stay was going.

“It’s been quite nice actually,” you admitted. “This is an incredible hotel – I might have to recommend it to my friends next time they’re visiting.”

Jimin nodded and she gestured to the chair across from her. “You wanna sit down? I’m off now and was trying to eat something so I have energy after my workout.”

“Um only if you want me to,” you replied.

“Please sit down,” she said as she gestured to the chair again. “How was the rest of the wedding?”

You sat down and slowly pulled your seat closer to the table. “You didn’t miss much,” you admitted. “Andi did the bouquet toss and everyone was fighting over it. Well, maybe not her sister Sam, but everyone else was. I didn’t join the madhouse – it looked too intense.”

Jimin tried to imagine the scene and she laughed as she stabbed some small wedges of melon on her fork. She ate the wedges and covered her mouth with her free hand. “I would have done the same. Those people can be scary when it comes to the bouquet toss. Were your friends unhappy that I left all of a sudden?”

“Ah they complained, but I said you had to get back,” you said. “Somi told them to stop looking for you before they left. Honestly, they looked like defeated puppies.”

“It’s not like I’m seeing someone,” Jimin clarified, “but I’m not into people using the lifeguard jokes and puns on me. They get tired fast. I sometimes wonder why Sehun doesn’t get more of them, but I wouldn’t wish that on him anyway.”

You flattened your palms on the table and agreed that many people seemed to blow the job out of proportions. “I’m guessing you have a love of swimming for one thing if you took this job.”

Jimin looked up from her plate and she slowly put her fork down. She waved her hand side to side slightly to indicate that was a small reason. “I like swimming, but that’s not the reason I took the job. Also didn’t take it because I wanted the perks that come with working for an upscale hotel either.” She looked around the dining room, seeing it was just the two of you. Slowly, her eyes met yours again.

“I don’t think I’ve told anyone else this before,” she began, “but I learned how to swim after I lost my sister.” She paused to let that information sink in. “My older sister, Karina, she was amazing. Prettier than me, cooler than me...it’s just, she couldn’t swim.” She began playing with her grapes on her plate and added that growing up, she and her family didn’t live very close to water.

“It takes an hour and a half to reach the coastline closest to us,” Jimin said, “and often our parents didn’t want to spend so much money on the transportation. We did a lot of things near home and maybe if we were good all year, we would venture up to Seoul once a year. We weren’t very old when Karina lost her balance and fell into Jusanji Pond during a day trip. My dad kind of knew some of the basic swimming strokes, but Karina and I never learned. She, she...” Jimin stopped abruptly and looked outside the window facing the pool.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you murmured. “Were you close?”

“I think I annoyed her with all of the tagging along I did,” Jimin confessed. “But in a way, yes.” She played with her napkin and explained that she asked her parents for swimming lessons after the incident. “They were really shocked I wanted them and even Mom got scared, thinking it would be bad for me after what happened. But Dad said it was a good skill to have, so I learned at the community center by home.”

You remained silent as she described her backstory and pieced together what happened next. She probably got good and decided to get certified as a lifeguard. Then probably looked around for jobs and found the hotel.

Almost as if she could read your mind, Jimin added, “Originally it was just Sehun, but the hotel owner said he was expanding and improving the place, which means he needed more staff members. I’m one of the newer hires, but I told him that I was hard-working and would take the job seriously. Plus, I kind of needed to get away from home for a while. There’s too many painful memories back there, and here, I can do what I think I do best.”

“Help people,” you suggested. “You became a lifeguard to help people. Or that’s how I see it.”

Jimin slowly turned to face you again and allowed a warm smile to spread across her face for the first time.

“I like the sounds of that. Helping people.”

#aespa Karina #aespa AU #Yoo Jimin #Yoo Jimin AU #aespa imagine #Yoo Jimin imagine #aespa Karina imagine #tw: hotel setting #tw: death of a sibling #tw: lifeguard duties #tw: kids bullying kids #tw: bad flirting #tw: language #tw: wedding setting #tw: unpopular wedding #tw: badmouthing of newlyweds #yourkeeperoftherunners original #number 3187

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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Hi loves ☺️ Is it ok if you tell us the requests you have currently? I requested something a few months ago and I just wanted to make sure you received it lol (there's no rush to write it, I just want to make sure you got it!! Haha because sometimes tumblr doesn't send my asks) 🤍 Thanks~!!!!!!

Hellooo, honey 💚 Of course, you actually read my mind, I was thinking of doing something like this. Also, I'm putting the dates that the requests came to make it easier to identify. So here we gooo:

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#and since it's independence holiday tomorrow i intend to spend the day writing

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listography: fanfic

1. alluring innocence (selu | krislu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 92 194 words

Warning(s): Non-con/dub-con, Abuse, Rough Sex, Possibly Threesome, Slight Gore.

Summary: Sehun purchases a personal sex slave, Luhan who is supposedly pure, except his brother Yifan has already taken Luhan's innocence.

2. worth every penny (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 22 253 words

Warning(s): Age Difference, Multiple Orgasm, Dry Orgasm, Smut, Sugar Daddy, Frat Boy Luhan, Flirty Sehun, Mirror Sex, Just A Very Long Sex Scene.

Summary: On the way home for Christmas break, Luhan's plane seat partner is a very attractive, very rich young business man. Both of their next flights get cancelled, and Mr. Oh offers Luhan a place to stay for the night.

3. take your time (coming home) (selu)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: ~ 29 000 words

Genre: Romance

Summary: Lu Han thinks he's a very trivial person, with a very unproductive life. He thinks he's boring, which is why the world just won't let him be happy. He finds happiness in pastries behind glass cases, chocolate milk, old people, and sayings he's picked up along his 23 years of existence. But he meets Sehun, and everything blows up in flashes of light, and cheese, and soju, and obnoxious Rihanna songs. Somewhere along the way of finding who they are, love happens. Because, really, it was bound to happen anyway.

4. burning bright (my king) (selu)

Rating: R

Word count: ~ 5 000 words

Genre(s): Romance, Angst (?), Smut

Summary: Where all Lu Han ever wanted was to burn as bright as Sehun. And Lu Han deserves the best, and nothing but the best.

5. to end a war (selu)

Warning: Rating MA

Summary: Chiến tranh chỉ mới vừa nổ ra nhưng Luhan đã bắt đầu cảm thấy bồn chồn, đứng ngồi không yên, cậu chỉ muốn giải ngũ cho thật nhanh để trở về nhà...

6. live fast, die young, be wild, and have fun (selu | minor!kailu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 30 000 words

Genre(s): Angst, Romance, AU (set in the USA)

Warning(s): Sex, Smoking, Drinking, Violence, Daddy Kink

Summary: Lu Han hangs around at a gas station after his mother kicks him out for being gay. He doesn't really know what he's going to do with his life anymore, but that's when he meets Sehun the artist and Kai the writer. With newfound freedom, he joins them on a trip from Massachusetts to California in search of the perfect muse for their work.

7. critical eleven (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 21 000 words

Warning(s): Daddy Kink, Acrophobia

Summary: resfeber: The restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins. When anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.

8. for the holidays, you can't beat home sweet home (selu)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 9 200 words

Summary: Every Christmas Eve, the Oh family has a grandiose party at Mama’s house. This year the invitation was extended to Sehun’s boyfriend, but there’s only one problem. Sehun doesn’t have a boyfriend. Or so. yet.

9. disctrict macabre (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 45 000 words

Warning(s): Gore, Mentions of disturbing imagery, Mental depression and suicidal thoughts, Minor character death.

Summary: Luhan is a reporter working for an online magazine. Narrative journalism was his forte and people loved his columns for the grisly details and heart wrenching pictures that Luhan painted with his words, like he had done the deed himself. One police officer named Oh Sehun suspects that Luhan has some connection with these killings. Maybe he knows the murderer... Maybe he is the murderer...

10. through the night (and into the spring) (selu)

Rating: R

Word count: 42 500 words

Warning(s): AU - Captive Prince. Time skip (lots of it), Implied Sex, Hints of other pairings (ChanBaek, KaiSoo), Mentions of het r/s.

Summary: Sehun is the Crown Prince of Vere and Luhan is trying to remember his place.

11. pop the raindeer's cherr-i mean the balloons (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 14 706 words

Warning(s): AU - Office, Smut, New Year's Eve, Romance

Summary: Jongin’s idea of starting 2018 with a bang is matchmaking his best friend with the latter’s virgin secretary through playing Pop the Balloons… Doggie style.

12. paradise (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 37 400 words

Warning(s): Profanity, Alcohol/Drug Use, Mature Adult Content & Explicit Sexual Scenes, Smidgen of Sehun/Jongdae & Mentions of Sehun/OMC all throughout.

Summary: Sehun has a lot of unhealthy habits in life, Lu Han just happens to be become his latest one.

13. only exception (selu | slight!laylu, sehun/krystal)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 12 600 words

Warning: Mentions of Homophobia

Summary: With the views of society weighing down on his shoulders, Luhan loves Sehun in secret, until that is, he takes one last leap of faith, and it turns out to be a wild ride from there.

14. a cup of noodles (selu | slight!krislu)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 9 300 words

Warning(s): AU - The Heirs, Bullying.

Summary: Lu Han is not prepared for the drama that goes on at Esem High School. Not only is it getting impossible to hide his meager background and his crush on Wu Yifan, Lu Han is finding it hard to ignore Oh Sehun.

15. nylon smile, machine gun (selu)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 5 200 words

Summary: Sehun has a perfect record as Junmyeon’s top assassin, but Luhan threatens to screw it all up.

16. oh, sweet catastrophe (where have you been?) (selu)

Rating: R

Word count: 30 000 words

Warning: Minor Gore/Violence

Summary: When Sehun captures Luhan’s heart for his own, he disappears and comes back, years later, as an enemy soldier and shows Luhan that not everything is okay. But it can be.

17. a perfect contradiction (selu | slight!krislu, chanlu, kailu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 52 700 words

Warning(s): Contains foul language. Mature content. Explicit sexual scenes & violence. Also contains brief of rape and abuse. Other pairings are mentioned and implied throughout: Lu Han/Wu Yi Fan, Lu Han/Chanyeol, Lu Han/Jongin, Chanyeol/Baekhyun & Wu Yi Fan/Zi Tao.

Summary: New inmate, Oh Sehun, learns the meaning of no feelings, no attachment, just sexual release, via the prison’s most troubled whore, Lu Han.

18. call me baby (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: ~ 8 000 words

Warning(s): AU - Sugar Daddy. Sort of Daddy Kink, Rimming, Side pairing Suho/Tao.

Summary: With a semester left of his university career, Luhan needed to find a new sugar daddy.

19. king rat (selu | slight!sekailu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 22 900 words

Warning(s): Hallucinations, Eating Disorders, Drug Abuse, Slight Gore, Violence, and Religious Themes, Rimming, Character Death.

Summary: Luhan may be the perfect Swan Queen, but Sehun's the Rat King.

20. sublime casualties of a silent war (selu | fem!lu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 7 000 words

Warning: genderbender (female Lu Han)

Summary: Sehun’s got a war in his mind, and Lu Han watches her relationship with him morph into something it shouldn’t be.

21. prince(ss) (selu)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 6 700 words

Warning(s): Slight mentions of KaiSoo and ChanBaek/KrisLu if you squint.

Summary: Sehun finally gets to rescue a princess, but his fairy god mother might have sort-of lied about the whole princess part.

22. imagine me and you (selu)

Rating: R

Word count: 40 633 words

Warning: Minor Character Death

Summary: Luhan deems his life ordinary. Until he sees what's not there.

23. i like you a lot (don't let it stop) (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 4 286 words

Warning(s): Daddy Kink. Slight Angst.

Summary: Lu Han will always be Daddy’s good boy.

24. raw as diamond (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 20 000 words

Warning(s): AU - Rock Star. Drug and alcohol abuse, lots of cursing.

Summary: It only takes 48 hours for Luhan to change his life completely.

25. devil in the dust (selu)

Rating: PG-15

Word count: 10 600 words

Summary: Luhan bursts into Sehun's life with the spontaneity of a whirlwind, sweeping him off his feet and leaving him unable to regain balance.

26. ready to fall up, ready to claim (selu)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 12 600 words

Warning(s): Mentions of Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Kris/Lay, Kai/D.O. and Suho/Chen; Luhan briefly wearing lingerie.

Summary: Medical school was hard, having a boyfriend and marrying him while still going to medical school was harder, but if they were being honest, having to work together after a divorce, that had to be the hardest one.

27. i've got a burning desire for you, baby (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 3 700 words

Warning: vampire/daddy!Sehun

Summary: Luhan likes to play games and Sehun likes to play them right back.

28. i'm your little baby doll (you my mr. rock n' roll) (selu)

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 22 840 words

Warning(s): Lots of Sex, Daddy Kink, Age Play, Crossdressing.

Summary: In which Sehun is a bad boy and falls into a bet to talk to a pretty boy named Luhan and gets more attached than he thought.

29. do you have eleven electrons? because you're sodium fine! (kailu | minor!taohun)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 9 945 words

Summary: AU - College. Jongin has a crush on hot teacher's assistant Luhan. (In which Jongin is lost in the land of deer but Man U still sucks.)

30. reciprocorn (selu | minor!kaisoo)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 20 000 words

Summary: move over, jongin, sehun has a new nemesis

31. demi pointe and rising (kailu | broken!selu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 28 045 words

summary: kai thinks highschool can't get anymore boring. in fact he's used to slacking off, and showing up to class only when kyungsoo calls him at six in the morning to remind him he can't fail math this year or he won't be able to graduate. what he really loves is dancing, but when a typical day at the studio causes his world to come crashung in around hum, it's the childlike boy with golden hair, the one who ultimately messed everything up, who might just make kai's life worth living again.

32. accidental daddy (selu | slight!krislu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 46 271 words

warning(s): incest, rape, gore

summary: lu han and sehun are twins. their father died when they were seven years old, leaving them fatherless. their mother tried to give them everything, but there was always something missing. especially for lu han, who seemed to mature less quickly than his twin. luckily their close bond lets sehun know what luhan needs and he gives it to him, even if lu han didn't realized it was what he needed in the first place. it's their little secret. what will happen when their mother start dating a man who desperately wants to be just what lu han needs as well?

33. he's not yours to save (selu | minor!selukai)

rating: nc-17

word count: 53 736 words

warning(s): daddy kink, rimming, fisting, age play.

summary: sehun is lu han's daddy. lu han has issues, and more than just daddy ones. kai is sehun's best friend from high school. when kai comes back into sehun's life unexpectedly, how will he react to sehun and lu han's slightly less than conventional relationship? will he be happy for his friend or will he try come between them? especially when he thinks that lu han is in need for rescuing...

34. alliosis (selu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 19 762 words

summary: lu han is two different people. sehun doesn't like either of them. lu han is fun. luhan is serious. sehun exclusively decides that he's a beautiful tragedy.

35. black swan (selu, layhan | slight!kailu, minor!sekai, minor!kaisoo)

rating: nc-17

word count: 21 213 words

summary: Swan Lake is a cursed ballet. Luhan, an unsuspecting ballet dancer, takes on the role of Odette in a production under world-renowned director Sehun. Kai arrives, shaking Luhan as Sehun believes him to be the prime candidate for the role. Luhan's world begins to shift and he begins seeing strange things. Kai tries to warn Luhan about the curse, but to Luhan he's just trying to steal the role. Increasingly agitated, Luhan makes bad choices and alienates himself from those closest to him, including his roommate and best friend Yixing. Will Kai be able to break through to Luhan before its too late? Will Luhan be able to separate fact from fiction and come out of the ballet alive, finding true love in the process?

36. bon voyage (selu, chanbaek, kaisoo, kristao, xiulay, suchen | slight!kailu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 322 167 words

summary: twelve guys whose lives are connected in one wat or another plus one big ship.

37. closets are for clothes (selu, kray, chanbaek, kaisoo, xiuchen)

rating: nc-17

word count: 72 808 words

summary: twelve men live together for three months. eleven are gay. one is straight. if the gay men vote out the straight man, they win a million dollars. if the straight man reaches the top 2, then he gets a million dollars. the point of this gameshow is to act as gay as possible.

38. elementary (selu | slight!kailu, slight!sekai)

rating: pg-13/nc-17

genre: crack/not really crack idk??

summary: lu han is an awkward genius detective and sehun is his sulky sidekick who may or may not be in love with him. this will work out very well.

39. let's love, then (selu, sehun/oc | slight!kailu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 8 800 words

summary: there is a time for everything, including love.

40. love and other things (like turkey) (selu)

rating: pg-13

summary: a fist to the face and 12 turkey deliveries later, business prodigy and socially stunted oh sehun falls in love.

41. mama, we all go to hell (selu, kailu | implied!sehun/oc, minor!suho/krystal)

rating: nc-17

word count: 61 682 words

warning(s): murder, rape, violence, incest.

summary: sehun is the eldest of his three siblings. even so, he has never loved his younger sister, krystal, the one girl in the family who stole their mother's attention once she was born. sehun's feelings are so intense that he's driven to do things he would have never dreamed of in his younger days. his younger brother lu han is also a bit twisted, sporting an undying love for sehun (as well as some other confusing feelings for his best friend, kai) and is compelled to support him no matter what the cost and no matter what sehun does. the relationship between the two brothers is the only true bond present within the family and is seen as their family undergoes many trials. however, humans are complicated, and even with time things cat get confusing, feelings always getting in the way and forcing one to act in ways they wouldn't expect. complicated decisions are to be made, secrets to be kept, and truths to be revealed in this dark tale surrounding the oh family.

42. queer & proud (selu, chanbaek, kaisoo)

rating: pg-13

word count: 125 413 words

summary: in which sehun transfers to a new school that's unpleasent in every aspect, save for his cute gay roommate who he's definitely not attracted to. because oh sehun was straight. frankly speaking, he was the only straight guy in the whole school.

43. serendipity (selu | slight!krislu)

rating: pg-13

word count: 28 189 words

summary: sometimes, the most beautiful things in life are found through accidents and complete silences.

44. something flutters (selu | minor!chanbaek, minor!kaisoo, minor!sulay)

rating: pg-13

word count: 260 409 words

summary: fluttering moments from an unlikely love story.

45. take your dog for a walk (even if you don't have one) (selu)

rating: pg-15

word count: 11 700 words

summary: lu han dispenses touches like candy. and he's so adorable. sehun hates him. definitely maybe. there's a side pairing. very very side. almost coleslaw. and there's jongin. yay jongin.

46. the dollmaker's obsession (selu, kailu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 16 381 words

summary: "perfection itself is imperfection." for several years, lu han, the teenage prodigy, had been attempting to creat the perfect android for the sake of inventing artificial life. he even isolated himself from his friends, family, and even the world around him in his pursuit for perfection. after slaving away in loneliness and darkness for several months, he finally created his first human and named it 'sehun'. within a few weeks, 'sehun' displayed several errors in his systeam and became overriden by rage and jealousy to a dangerous degree. in order to prevent his failed android from harming others, lu han shut down his system and worked once more on an entirely new project. he left out all the imperfections that 'sehun' possessed in his next android, and when 'kai', his second living doll, was brought to life, he quickly grew attached to his new, flawless creation. however, when 'sehun' reboots its own deactivated system and searches for lu han again, its intentions are bordering mad love and murderous revenge towards the man who had abandoned it for another 'love'.

47. steal a kiss (and break a heart) (selu, minor!kaibaek)

rating: nc-17

word count: 33 000 words

summary: sehun's hobbies include having his friends pay for his food and blackmailing a certain chinese doll to fall in love with him.

❄️ the ending is painful asf lol sewrry

48. money is the anthem of success (so before we go out, what's your address?) (selu)

rating: pg-13

word count: 9 600 words

warning: crossdressing

summary: note #20: never consider falling in love with him. ever.

49. the apex (selu)

rating: nc-17

warning(s): voyeurism, necrophilia

summary: sehun has a thing for watching other people fuck lu han, then putting a bullet through their brain right before they climax.

50. started sporadically (now its a tradition) (selu)

rating: pg-13

word count: 6 920 words

summary: maybe the best kind of relationship are the one left open-ended.

51. if a son could get me you (selu)

rating: pg-13

word count: 6 543 words

summary: sehun is a kindergarten teacher, and luhan's son happens to be in his class. sehun, unfortunately, does not teach romance classes.

52. kiss number indentified (selu)

rating: pg-13

word count: 4 975 words

summary: if sehun had to pick his favorite part of lu han's face it would be his eyes. they turn a lighter shade of brown when he turns to blink in the sunlight - blink in the sunlight - blink in the sunlight - blink in the sunlight - blink in the sunlight -

53. game (kailu | slight!kai/yoona)

rating: m

genre(s): romance, drama, angst, tragedy

count word: 41 110 words

summary: victorian era!au. earl kai is engaged to viscountess yoona, but he seems so enjoy spending time with his personal servant, lu han, more. what starts as a game become something else altogether as they both find how exactly love is meant to hurt.

54. cooking cooking (selu)

rating: nc-17

count word: ~8 800 words

summary: the evolution of chef sehun. in which lu han has to deal with moody chefs, no one can catch a break in the kitchen or out, and exo is a four star restaurant.

55. lay your heart next to mine (i feel so alive) (selu | slight!xiuhan, sehun/oc)

rating: m

count word: 206 249 words

warning(s): minor character death, mpreg, accidental pregnancy

summary: when sehun lost his husband and unborn child to a tragic accident, the best part of him died. and when luhan, after a night of celebrating, stumbled his way home with an attractive stranger, the best part of him was created. yet no matter how different their circumstances, neither was ready for was resulted from the single night spent together, nor the complications that followed. but the best things bloom in adversity, and second chances are equally as precious as new life. and two people brought together by chance, can in fact, come to believe that they utterly deserve to have hope for a better future.

56. heat (selu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 32 872 words

warning: drinking

summary: lu han meets a boy in a luna park, a boy who drinks a bit too much, drives a bit too fast and hits a little too hard. but he loves him more than enough too.

57. home for the holiday (unfortunately) (selu)

rating: nc-17

word count: 9 000 words

warning(s): incest, gayness, butt stuff, homophobia

summary: family reunions with luhan’s family qualified as cruel and unusual punishment, of that much he was sure.

58. sidewalk cracks (selu | past!xiuhan)

rating: nc-17

word count: 165 000 words

warning(s): past!xiuhan, homophobia, explicit sex, mental abuse, themes of self harm, depression, drinking, & brief mentions of drugs. implied past sexual abuse, child abuse, & non consensual incestuous acts.

summary: none

59. an eye for an eye and an "F" for fight (selu)

rating: e

word count: 8 067 words

warning(s): gore, violence

summary: gangsters!au. it’s hard to define what sehun and lu han have. lu han is all sehun has, and sehun is all lu han has. sehun calls it love, but lu han has never allowed him to say those words – or anything nearing them – to him. or: sehun and lu han are badass gangsters in 1900s shanghai. they try to survive another day until tomorrow.

(To be continued...)

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