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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 14.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M

Word Count: 7.6K

Warnings: Park Chanyeol word vomit. Crazy in love. Crazy, Crazy in love. Absolutely lost in the love sauce. FLUFF.

A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Tag list: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Part 1, …. Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

He was tall and handsome, friendly and inviting. He shook your hand with animated enthusiasm and a wide toothy smile. Behind him, your boyfriend, Baekhyun stood with his arms folded over his chest, tapping his foot on the shiny marble tile floor. He cleared his throat noisily as his best friend Chanyeol shook your hand for what was going on now for too long. The smile on his face was almost manic. This guy’s energy matched his volume.

“Chanyeol can’t stay long. He’s got other things to do.”

“I don’t have anything to do. Do I smell Halmi’s food?”

Baekhyun’s face was passive and blank. You recognized the hesitation with the way he opened his lips and inhaled to speak and then closed his lips up again as he looked down at the floor below his bare feet. When he finally did answer, it had taken him a while.

“Yeah, Chanyeol. We went to see Mimi.”

Chanyeol’s forward steps hesitated and he paused mid-way between the long hallway that Baekhyun still occupied and the open kitchen space you stood in feeling underdressed and unprepared to suddenly be meeting Baekhyun’s best friend. You didn’t have a speck of makeup on but thank God you’d opted to wear a bra under this soft sleeping set because without it there would likely be no mysteries as to what you both had been up to before he showed up.

Chanyeol seemed to react curiously to the news that you’d both visited Baekhyun’s Mimi today. You did notice that Baekhyun didn’t ask if Chanyeol had had dinner nor did he make any offers to share food with the man.

He looked into Baekhyun’s face, his own eyes wide with a look of surprise that you didn’t quite understand. This must not have been about the food.

“You took her to Halmi?” Chanyeol asked with a step snuck closer to where Baekhyun stood with hands in his pockets.

Baekhyun nodded his head and Chanyeol turned back to look into your face.

You smiled in response, not quite grasping the significance of this detail that Chanyeol seemed to fixate on.

“Oh,” Chanyeol said quietly, not directing this at you but back toward the shorter man standing behind him.

“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, agreeing to something unspoken between the two of them.

“Mimi was very sweet,” you had to speak. This whole exchange was so cryptic and mysterious you could hardly stand it.

“She gave us some strawberries.” You said looking down at the container stuffed with bright red berries feeling just a little bit silly with the scant details you added to the story. You didn’t have nearly enough preparation for any of this and you honestly felt left out of their conversation about what you meeting Mimi seemed to imply to both of them.

Chanyeol responded with a bright face; matching your small polite smile with his own full grin, “Did she? She liked you then.”

“I liked her too,” you said softly to yourself. He was watching your face for a while with a pensive look before his smile returned to his face and he leaned a long torso beside you, propping himself on an elbow on the countertop.

“Well it’s very nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, Noon—, uhh” his eyebrows furrowed and turned his focus to Baekhyun, “What do I call her? Is it too soon for Sister-in-law? I get to be your best man right? How long have you been dating? A half-year? If you took her to see Halmi then I’m going to say Sister-in-law. You have definitely been talking about her for at least a year.”

That didn't sound right, Baekhyun had only been working as your assistant for a few months. Sure you’d worked with him on a previous project but you’d had next to no interaction with the man, even if he seemed to remember you well enough. The more Chanyeol talked — and remarkably, he hadn’t quit yet — the more he sounded like an unreliable source. There were just so many words to this man and not nearly enough useful ones.

Baekhyun had joined you both in the kitchen and some sort of whispered exchange was happening that you decided you’d just let them have. Of course it was happening right beside you and you could hear everything they said.

“A month? No way, less than that? Well, what were you all up to here before I came? Is this your first date—-Ahhh,” Chanyeol let out a loud yelp of pain. Baekhyun had pinched him somewhere.

“Okay. I’m going…I’m going, settle down,” Chanyeol finally said with a deep frown. He was rubbing a palm over his ribs.

But he had turned to talk to you again. He’d said one thing while he actively did something else. He was fascinating to watch. Like a spinning top that once it got started just could not stop.

“I guess you already know that he’s crazy about you,” he said with his eyes wide and he giggled as he took a big step away from where Baekhyun reached out another hand with slim pinching fingers extended and grasping.

“Like crazy, crazy. Not cute, silly, rom-com crazy either — you know, for a while I was sure you were a symptom. I was convinced of it.” He took another big step away from your boyfriend who had switched to swatting. You heard the occasional smack that echoed out when a swinging hand made contact with a person’s back.

His stream-of-consciousness rambling was entertaining at least and you didn’t try that hard to hide your laughter, which only fueled more talking. You even nodded your head. Yes, you knew how much Baekhyun loved you. Yes, you also shared the same feelings. You’d already seen the closet full of things he bought — the troubling lack of self control he had was evident. But for you too, you’d already known first hand just how impossible it had been to keep yourself away from him.

Perhaps you were both just insane when it came to each other. Maybe you didn't want to be sane when it came to Baekhyun.

Folie à deux. A madness shared by two.

“Hey. I have things to warn her about,” Chanyeol was complaining at the unfair attempts to silence him, “like if Halmi calls you saying she’s on her deathbed and you have to get married right away before she dies, don't believe her, that’s just a trick. She did that to me once. That woman is built like an ox. I talked to her doctor myself.”

“If you don’t leave right now I’m canceling the card I gave you and I’m going to call your mom and tell her where she can find you.”

You didn't think it was possible but Chanyeol finally closed up his lips and pulled a black rectangle of plastic out of the pocket of his hoodie. The silence was temporary — just long enough for him to look down at the credit card he’d gotten from his best friend in exchange for going away.

“The only reason I’m using this is so she doesn’t know how to find me. I will not go on any more blind dates. She picks the weirdest girls. I wonder if my new Sister-in-law has a sister or a cousin as pretty as she is. You know, Baekhyun, I always thought you didn’t have any game. It turns out you’re just picky as hell.”

He was actually being pushed toward the front door but the words just kept tumbling out of the man.

“5-stars is fine right?”

“4 stars.”

“5 stars, come on.”

“3 stars. Holiday Inn Express.”

“Holiday Inn — How do you even know what that is? I’m staying at Banyan.”

“Chanyeol, I don't care where you go. Just go.”

“That counts as Banyan permission.”

A door clicked closed and there was an instant oppressive silence that filled the home. You could hear the quiet footsteps as Baekhyun made his way back into the kitchen and you watched for the moment when his pretty face appeared back in front of your eyes.

He had a tiny smile on his lips when he came back into the Kitchen and his footsteps were sluggish.

“Well that was fun,” you said softly as you bit down on your lips to control the grin on your face. He made a small sound like a single chuckle pushed through his nose.

“So that was my friend Chanyeol.” He said with his eyebrows lifted up high on his face and his eyes glancing down over the big bowl of strawberries you had been busying yourself with. You felt weirdly grateful that you had something to do with your hands during that entire exchange and after a little bit of snooping around this massive kitchen you even managed to find a hidden trash can in one of the side cabinets at the end of this kitchen island. You’d dropped all of the green tops there and the berries were washed and ready for a trip around this big house.

“He seems like he’s very fun at parties.” Chanyeol had been a lot. Chatty and pushy and loud, but incredibly sweet and inviting. You knew instantly that you would always be able to strike up a conversation with him easily, despite how intense he had been. Baekhyun inhaled a deep breath and his lips pulled wide as he squinted his eyes.

“Do you still like me?” His big brown eyes prodded against your own and you bit down on your bottom lip as you nodded your head up and down twice. You held the bowl of berries in one arm and you reached out your other hand to grab ahold of Baekhyun’s, slipping your fingers in between his and you squeezed.

“Do you ever just hang out in the naked lady’s room?” You wanted to see the house, but you kind of wanted to sit down somewhere with him and enjoy the fruit first. The bowl was rather heavy and you didn’t really feel like lugging it around through the entire place. Perhaps you could both start with a little picnic there.

Baekhyun had been watching your face with a sort of dreamy expression but when your question registered, you caught the shift of his eyes as he looked away from you for a second, glanced around the empty kitchen space without any actual focus and he looked back at you again with his eyes narrowing some.

It was a sudden shift.

“Why? Did Chanyeol say something?” His question was quiet with a very light panic just below the surface and it pulled a surprised laugh from your chest with simply how guilty his expression had turned in an instant, “because I haven’t done that since I was going through puberty.” You laughed harder, having to let go of his hand so you could cover your mouth to quiet the surprised laughter that erupted from you.

He had a smile growing on his face as he spoke of this and he was looking up into the ceiling with an inhale of air into his lungs, “but yeah, back then I used to spend a lot of time in that room with her,” he was laughing now with his mouth open and his face had turned pink with the belly laughs.

You couldn't help your laughter. It was your own fault for asking this question. You weren’t sure what kind of response you had expected but it hadn’t been his silly confession about his middle school sexual awakening and self discovery.

“Do you still like me?” He asked this again through the deep giggles that had taken him over. You nodded your head as a response and lifted your hand to run your fingers over the back of his head slipping them through his hair. You relished in the way his laughter quieted down when you did it. His scalp was warm below your fingertips and his eyes rolled closed with your sudden touch.

You still wanted to see it up close so you grabbed him by the hand and pulled him, headed toward the room with the statue so you could look at the beautiful artwork. You’d never had the chance to see something so precious before.

It was just as magnificent as you thought it would be. The room was round with a domed ceiling and the overhead lighting shone brightly on only the marble statue. The rest of the room had a softer dim glow that felt purposeful in its design, making the focus here only about her. You set the fruit down off to one side and Baekhyun took a seat on the floor beside the bowl and leaned against the wall with his hands folded quietly in his lap as you stood as close as you dared to this incredible work of art.

“She’s so beautiful,” you said in a quiet whisper as you looked up at the impeccable smoothness of her skin, trying your best to imagine the kind of care and precision that would go into carving something like this out of stone. It felt impossible. And yet here she stood in front of you with all of her intricate details from the waves of her hair made up of individual strands; her delicate arm lifted over her head; her nipples that stood erect over the soft mounds of her breasts; her belly button and the round bump in her belly where if she were alive, her life creating organs would hide; the swell of her hips and even the small dimples in her soft flesh that made her look so soft and so real. Even the expression on her face was sensual. Her thoughts only of her lover. That love eternally preserved on the tip of her tongue that sat just inside the hollow behind her parted lips.

You wondered about the emotions that such a piece of work would carry with it over the years and your heart swelled with the idea that maybe this woman actually existed once. Maybe she was adored by just one person, by her one person; adored enough to inspire the overwhelmingly all consuming, obsessive labor of love that it would take to create a masterpiece such as this.

“Can I touch her?” You pulled your eyes away long enough to ask your question. You’d been so transfixed by seeing this up close that you half expected for your words to pull him out of his own examination of the statue but you found Baekhyun’s eyes the second you turned to him. He wasn’t looking at the statue at all, but seemed to only have been watching you.

After a few seconds he nodded his head, “You can do anything you want,” he said.

You knew it was a rock. Your rational mind knew it, at least. But the way this looked, so real and life-like, as if it were made of warm flesh and bones, had what you knew in your mind and what you’d expected to feel under your fingertips at odds with each other. The cold temperature of the stone made you gasp when your fingertips touched the solid polished surface. You pressed against the stone, astonished that it had no give as flesh should have had.

You turned to him with amazement and delight evident on your face. But Baekhyun had a brilliantly wide smile on his own face that floored you. His eyes had pulled up into little moons making him look so damn beautiful you had to hold your breath and take a step back and away from all of the beauty you found yourself surrounded by in this place.

You had to sit down. Without having had a single sip of any alcohol, you felt overwhelmed and drunk.

You moved through the space to where he sat on the floor with his legs crossed and you took your place right beside him; your hip flush with his; your thigh touching his thigh; your arm warm against this arm and you leaned your head on his shoulder with the smallest contented sigh escaping from your lungs as you did it.

If you could bottle this feeling inside of you, surely it would change the world. If only you could hold it forever in the palm of your hand, surely you’d never ever let it go.

You felt the warmth of his head just above yours when he leaned onto you and when your hand squeezed around his bicep, the softness of his arm gave under your fingertips.

He was warm and real and alive here beside you. You could touch him just as easily as you touched the beautiful marble. You didn't even have to ask for permission first because he was your person. He was your love. And he responded to you. His hand landed over yours and he gave you a little squeeze. His warm palm rubbed over your bare knee and his fingertips flexed and dipped and pushed into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and your living flesh gave where his fingers touched.

“Can I keep you forever?” Your own voice surprised you. You hadn’t intended to say this outloud to him, but that drunk feeling had taken your common sense away from you. Once the words came out of your mouth, you pulled your lips closed and pressed the tips of your fingers tightly over your lips. You probably meant to only think this. You definitely didn’t intend to say it, but hearing the echo of those words you had just asked him and their heavy implication had your skin burning. Your heartbeat echoed noisily inside your eardrums. Not only were you surprised by your own words, but what shocked you more was just how much you really meant what you had just said.

Baekhyun’s movements, his thumb brushing lightly over your hand, and the other hand he lightly touching over your knee, even his steady in and out breathing, all of it had gone still.

You pulled your head off of his shoulder and he moved his head from where he had been resting on you. You felt downright silly for this intense reaction you were having, but you had just said something to him that made you feel so very vulnerable and exposed. But, god help you, you did actually mean it. You meant that you wanted him to be yours. Always. You meant that you never ever wanted him to say goodbye to you and you never wanted to say goodbye to him. You never wanted to be apart from him. You never wanted to sleep in a cold bed without him by your side and you felt absolutely insane knowing that you meant it.

Saying this out loud felt downright terrifying.

When you pulled your head away he looked at you and you looked at him; knowing for certain that the heat you felt all over your head would have made your cheeks flushed.

“Did you say that by accident?” He was tempering his response to your strong reaction. He was being your extremely observant and insightful Baekhyun.

“Yes,” you said softly, “but also no. I don’t know.” you added hopelessly as you closed your eyes, unable to stand how very much this man could tell from looking into your eyes.

“I meant it,” you began in about as soft a whisper as you could manage, “but then it felt like maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Why not tell me that?” His hand had moved and you felt his warm fingers laid out over the side of your face. He was pulling your face back up so you could look into his eyes again.

You blinked your eyes quickly, touching lightly and delicately into his eyes for only a few short moments at a time. “Just feels a little embarrassing that I said that. Seems like maybe I told you a secret,” you said.

“Is that your secret? Hmm?” His gentle words felt as soft as the pads of his fingertips that touched lightly along your jawline.

“Do you want to keep me forever?”

Your small head nod came with the smallest pull of your lips into a hopeless smile. You closed your eyes with the acknowledgment you gave him. You felt the softness of his lips land over your temple as he placed a delicate kiss on your flushed warm face.

“I think we might have a problem,” he said with his voice raising in volume just a touch. Just enough for your eyes to open and for you to look into the brown of his eyes for the meaning to his words.

Had you made a mistake with your confession? You felt a grain of doubt rest just at your surface, threatening to sink in.

“Because I also want to keep you forever, and I’m no good with keeping secrets.” Your slow exhale came from deep within your chest and when you opened your eyes you found him watching you from up close.

“We should both stop talking — before —” you cut yourself off suddenly, taking in a deep breath that you exhaled noisily instead of finishing your thought out loud. The threat of saying anything else that you knew should not be spoken was simply too powerful and so you reached across his waist for a strawberry; gripping the biggest one you felt under your fingertips and you brought it up to your lips for a bite into the juicy fruit.

It was sweet and it was delicious and just as you lifted the rest to your lips you saw him move as his mouth opened up over the half bitten strawberry you held in your fingers and he pulled it into his mouth. The tip of his tongue and his teeth lightly grazed your finger as he did it and you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him chew and swallow all the while he kept his knowing eyes on you, simply lifting a single eyebrow as licked his lips. He made no efforts to convince you to continue saying what you and he both knew you had been saying.

“These are so sweet,” you grasped ahold of your excuse as you reached for another berry and he was silent as he watched you do it.

Baekhyun’s lips parted as if he was waiting for something from you.

The other half of one of your strawberries, or perhaps a kiss. You leaned into him and captured his pouty bottom lip in between your own, lightly sucking the softness of it into your mouth; tasting strawberries and tasting him.

When you pulled away from him his eyes were closed and he opened them slowly to watch your face again.

“Want another one?” You asked with a smile, purposefully not defining what you were offering while keeping your tone light and innocent.

He nodded his head. You lifted the strawberry to your lips, took a bite into it as you leaned into his waiting mouth. He took the other half between his teeth from your lips as you had intended and his wet lips pursed into your mouth with a kiss before you pulled your face away, chewing what was left of the sweet fruit..

You’d only had enough time to swallow when he leaned into you again, lifting both hands to your face to pull you into him for another kiss. This one was deeper and you felt held in place by his hands that pulled you into his open mouth. He tasted so good. It wasn’t just the strawberries, the man had a smell and a taste that sunk deep into the very center of you, making it impossible to pull away from him; making you want to taste him again and again.

His lips were pinker now, probably from the fruit. “You taste like strawberries,” you said with a smile and another small kiss.

“You’re doing an awful lot of talking for someone who just shut me up five minutes ago.” His voice was playful and with his fingertips, he rolled the fabric of your shirt back and forth absentmindedly.

“I didn’t just shut you up. I shut both of us up,” you defended and a scoff followed by a small chuckle erupted from him.

“Oh right. What was it again?” His eyes narrowed as he pretended to recall the exchange you’d just, quite expertly changed the subject away from.

“We should both stop talking, before…before,” he did his impression of you again and you felt the blood rush just under the skin of your scalp, the feeling exploding like fireworks under the surface of your skin and with it came a wave of goosebumps that traveled down your neck; down the center of your spine. The danger of this talk had returned again.

He had already warned you that he was bad at secrets and you knew how shoddy his self control was when it came to you.

“Before what?” He casually and unceremoniously plopped a strawberry into his mouth and chewed on it a few times.

“Before I go crazy and ask you to marry me and you go crazy and say yes?”

His words landed with a big splash against your chest; sending rippling waves outward that rocked you again and again, making you feel dizzy and seasick.

“Baek,” you said quietly, feeling every single bit of the seriousness of this conversation. You felt flush and warm all over and when you looked down at your bare legs you could see where your skin prickled and poked with goosebumps from how overwhelmed this kind of talking had made you feel.

“I want to keep you forever and you want to keep me forever,” he said, “isn’t that what that means?”

He wasn’t wrong.

He was brave enough to speak it outloud.

You inhaled the smallest gasp for air through your parted lips. It was all you could manage with his deep brown eyes looking into you like this. With him seeing you so clearly and knowing you so completely like this.

“Baekhyun, this is—” You couldn't find the words. Your mind felt too jumbled and he was watching you with a look of seriousness inside of his rapidly blinking wet eyes. Your focus was pulled down where inside his hands he fidgeted with a strawberry and it trembled inside his fingertips. His hands were shaking.

“Crazy?” He whispered and swallowed before speaking again, “I know,” his lips hung open and he puffed out a breath, “it is.” His words labored through his whispered breaths. “I don't mean right now. It doesn't have to be tonight, or tomorrow, or next month. I’m just —”

“Don't say any more. If you ask me, I’ll say yes.” You’d closed your eyes and your hand had reached for his trembling hand to steady him. He didn’t need to be nervous about this with you. Even if you felt like you might float away with as much anxiety as you felt bubbling up inside of your stomach.

“You would say yes? Right now, you would say yes?” His fingertips wrapped tightly around your hand and you leaned forward to press your lips up against his. It was partly because of the love, but it was mostly to silence him, to keep him from talking about this any more. You didn’t have any desire to ever leave his side, but once either of you actually said it, it would become true. It would take on meaning. It would become fact.

You knew—you knew this was too fast. You knew this was crazy. You knew that taking this step would be fraught with obstacles that threatened to destroy the both of you. You knew how many challenges you both would face if you even dared to dream that this could be true for you with him. You knew it deep down inside your bones, and yet — and yet your heart was racing, running away by itself with its own little fantasies that maybe, maybe he wouldn't listen to you.

Maybe he would ask.

Maybe you wanted him to. You wanted him to want to ask you and you wanted to say yes.

“I love you,” he said softly into the small space that existed between your lips and his, “do you love me?”

You nodded your head and looked up into his brown eyes. Your ears had a hum that sounded out, it seemed to be coming from somewhere within your chest. Baekhyun was moving, he pushed his crossed legs apart and wrapped his legs around you where you sat beside him on this floor. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you felt encased fully within the secure warmth of his body.

“I love you,” he said again. Your saliva pooled inside your mouth and you swallowed it away, “do you love me?” A breath caught in your throat and you felt dizzy without the oxygen.

“Baby, do you love me? Do you love me?”

You were nodding your head again, opening your lips, desperately searching for your voice and begging that you could find it to answer him.

“Yes,” you said through a borrowed breath.

He was watching your face when you answered.

You felt drunk on the deep brown color you found in his eyes. You felt possessed by the adoration that flowed through your veins for him.

“Baby-”

He was looking into your face when he did it —when he said it.

“Will you marry me?”

“Let’s get married. Hmm?”

“I only want you.”

“I only need you.”

“I only love you.”

Your lungs had quit. Your heartbeat was drowned out by the loud humming sound that filled your head. Every cell inside of your body vibrated and you knew — you knew that if he hadn’t been wrapped around you so entirely you might not have been able to stay down on this floor. You might have just floated up and evaporated into lighter than air filled bubbles, carried by the wind until each and every one popped and you ceased to exist entirely.

You were spinning and spinning inside of your own head.

“Yes.” Your lips and your tongue moved on their own, pushed forward by your heart that was filled to the brim and overflowing with only him, “okay. Yes. If you want to marry me, I want to marry you.”

He watched your face so closely; his warm eyes pushing deep inside your own and the gasp for air from his parted lips didn't pull his heavy eyelids closed. The small tick of his eyebrow up on his forehead didn’t pull those eyes from yours and he watched you with a silent intensity; you burned inside of it.

There was a simultaneous movement between the two of you that happened. Your hands flew to your mouth as you gasped out in genuine surprise and he dipped his head, closed his eyes up tight and let out a deep laugh from the center of his chest.

You let one of your hands free to quickly swat against his chest. He was giggling. He was laughing with unbridled joy written all over his face and your own laughter you covered with the palm of your hand.

“We are crazy!” You said in wild eyed disbelief, “Baek, we are insane! This isn’t normal right?”

“I’ve never pretended to be normal about you,” he said through the wide smile that had taken over his face.

“But—but, I don’t even know your favorite color. Or your favorite school subject. I don’t even know your favorite food. Baek, what are we even thinking?”

It was a little late for you to suddenly be having these sorts of doubts. You’d already agreed to marry him and you were pretty sure if he took it back you’d cry and cry and cry for a whole year and probably shrivel up in a ditch somewhere.

He still had his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer into his chest as his eyes angled upward, he pouted his lips and his face took on a pensive expression.

“My favorite color is this color,” he lifted a finger and touched lightly over your bottom lip. You pulled your lips inward, biting down with your teeth to hide the wide smile that threatened to consume you.

“My favorite food is—” he reached with that same hand and grabbed another strawberry from the bowl, lifting it up to your lips and giving it a tiny push until you opened your mouth for him to push it inside. You’d expected him to let you just have it, but he was holding on long enough for his mouth to open up over the other end. You were too giggly for the kiss. You felt a bit of the strawberry’s juice dribble down your lip, you had to catch it with your fingertips. He was talking again with his mouth full, “—is half of your strawberries.” He was chewing and nodding his head appreciatively.

“My favorite subject is math,” he said abruptly while pulling his face back and squinting his eyes in your direction. You’d been spoiled by his answers already and you definitely expected him to say something else related to you. The surprise caught you off guard and he knew it.

“Math?”

“Mhmm,” he said as he grabbed another strawberry and popped it into his mouth.

You sat there with him quietly munching on fruit until the bowl was empty. There was no talk of rushing to define things. There were no discussions about the what’s or the when’s or the Dear God How’s that were involved in this monumental change that you had both decided was worth making for each other. You both simply ate these strawberries, smiled and sometimes giggled with each other, and enjoyed the stunning beauty of all that surrounded you in this magical place.

When the berries were gone and the tingling in your legs had settled with a few stretches and pointing moves of your toes, you knew it was time to get up off of this floor and take a walk with him.

“Am I ever going to get my tour?”

He was moving with you; carrying the bowl back to the kitchen, he simply set it on the counter and walked away as you curiously looked back at the white bowl with red stains splashed on the inside.

Your conscience nagged, “should we wash it?”

He was already pulling at your hand and leading you away from the kitchen into newer, unexplored parts of the house.

“Staff will get it.” You heard him say and you pulled lightly against his hand. The sudden resistance halted his forward progress and he turned a curious face to you. Your mind was whirling. You already knew about the butler (if that’s what that man was called) but he didn’t say that he would get it.

Baekhyun had definitely used an unmistakably plural term just now.

“Staff?” Your voice had a slight alarmed tone. You’d just made peace with the fact that at any time that you were here alone with him, a strange man might suddenly clear his throat from the shadows and catch you making out with your boyfriend/fiancé (!!!!) — but, staff?

“How many people are actually here right now?”

You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arms around your stomach, feeling just a little self conscious about the short shorts you wore and the very obvious, very intimate kissing and sweet giggling, and extremely personal conversation you and him had been taking part of inside that room with the statue. What if everything had been overheard, or worse, overseen?

Baekhyun tilted his head and glanced upward here and there, his focus flirting around in a few directions above his head. You had a sinking feeling the longer he pondered.

“Like…five at night. More during the day.”

“So we aren’t alone here, at any point in time?” You did your best to keep your voice neutral.

“We are absolutely alone inside my room. I promise. I don’t have a whole lot of say about the estate. It’s funded by the trust and run by an estate manager.” He was speaking to things you had no experience with, and while the words he spoke sounded fancy you really didn’t understand any of this. You at least found some solace in the fact that everything that took place in that comforting and familiar feeling bedroom of his was completely private.

Baekhyun was leading you around his home. The place was as enormous as you suspected. There were entire spaces dedicated to a single use. Like the home theater or the actual ballroom with its ceiling lined with crystal chandeliers. The excess was shocking. Baekhyun told you that when he was younger, his mother often threw elaborate parties here but he confessed that he had only been to some of these rooms once or twice and you struggled with the idea of living in such a place and never actually using any of it. He mentioned that his mother was in another country, and had been for some time. He shrugged when you frowned at this and he said he always had his Mimi.

As impressive and as breathtakingly beautiful as everything was, you could see how he might have felt quite lonely here.

You longed for the comfort of his bedroom again. You stood in a long white winding hallway and your eyes had focused on a piece of artwork that hung on the wall here. It was something that was obviously extremely expensive and maybe even extremely old. This was something that one might expect to find in a museum gallery in Paris or London. The longer you stared at, the more emotions you felt filling your chest.

It was a pair of lovers locked in an eternal kiss. Their faces were hidden but everything about their bodies and the desperate way they clung to each other felt like the mad kind of love you felt for the man who patiently waited behind you as you took your time with this particular painting.

His fingers in particular were doing you in. He cradled her face with one hand; fingertips dug into the soft pillows of her plump cheeks and with his other hand splayed at the small of her back, he pulled her into his body.

It was a desperate passion. It was insatiable and hanging here in this hallway it would remain as such forever.

“This is incredible.” You whispered and you heard a soft hum behind you moments before a body’s warmth descended over your back and his arms wrapped around you. “I think this is me and you,” you giggled at how silly you sounded and you felt his pointed chin rest over your shoulder. You could make out his face, despite how close he was to you. He was looking at the painting now, paying closer attention with a small smile.

He spun you around inside his arms and he leaned his head into you, his hand lifting to your face and you felt the warm softness of his lips as he kissed you here. His hand gripped tightly around your lower back and his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your ass and his lips and mouth and teeth and tongue and he took and took from your mouth with a demanding need that surprised you.

Your ears picked up on a sound somewhere in the house. Not close enough to make you panic but you were once again reminded that this was not the place for such things.

You pulled away from his kiss. He bent at the waist and he followed you but with two hands planted firmly over his shoulders you put enough distance between the two of you that afforded the opportunity for some words.

“Baby, I heard a sound. This shouldn’t happen here. Someone might see.”

He closed his eyes and licked his lips, straightening his spine and lifted a hand to rub over his face. Baekhyun nodded quietly and the smile that broke on his face was small and sheepish for a moment. Just for a moment because he shifted quite suddenly, his eyes widened, and his mouth hung open as if he had just had some sort of epiphany.

It took a few moments of him standing with this shocked expression on his face before he inhaled to speak.

“It’s not the sex, the sex wasn’t the problem we have at work.”

You shook your head, needing him to elaborate for you to understand what in the world he was so excited about.

“We can have sex.” He said with a smile and another nod of his head, your own lips pulled into a smile despite having no clue where he was going. “In fact we should. We should have lots and lots of sex. As much as we want, right? Just… get it out of our systems.”

“I mean—” you began cautiously. His eyes were wide. He was excited. Hell, you were getting rather excited with his idea of a sex marathon. It sounded much better than, say, a Star Wars marathon.

“What if we bring in another person?” His frantic eyes looked into yours and you closed up your lips immediately as you pulled your face back and away from him.

No?

No.

Hell no.

Hard pass.

What was this?

Absolutely not.

“Baekhyun.” you spoke his name clearly and plainly, without any hint of amusement in your voice. The sudden change in your demeanor pulled his lips closed and his eyes shot into yours with rapid speed.

“Baekhyun… like… a,” you leaned and lifted a finger up toward his face, his eyes nearly crossed to look down at your pointed finger as you harnessed your most disparaging whisper, “like a threesome? Baek, no.”

His eyes went wide again and suddenly he was erupting in laughter. You couldn’t quite catch up. Your finger was still raised and he was cackling and grabbing ahold of your finger with his hand shaking it lightly as he held an arm over his belly and groaned, panted, laughed some more and tried to reign it in.

“Hey. Lady. Get your mind — out of the gutter,” he said through the fit; still trying to breathe through the noisy laughs that had taken his breath away.

“In the office! Another person at work in the office with us, Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking funny I can’t,” he was holding a hand over his closed eyes, wiping moisture from his closed eyelids.

“Sunny’s project wrapped already. She can come in tomorrow and shadow me, learn the job before I leave,” he lifted up one finger, “so, good idea number one,” his second finger joined, “and good idea number two, we definitely will behave if someone else is there with us, right?”

“Why would you say it like that? We can have lots and lots of sex what about bringing in another person?” You’d dropped your voice and scrunched up your nose, doing your absolute best to sound like this silly giggling man who stood in front of you giving you a damn heart attack with his terrible sentence structure choices. “You scared the shit out of me. I mean, oh my god? My boyfriend, hours after becoming my fiancé, wants to what?!”

You felt that you were very worked up. But you had genuinely and seriously misunderstood him just now. Your hands were still shaking from the shock of it.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and gave you a good shake. “Get it together woman! I would never. Never! I am a one woman man. And you are that one woman.”

“And that was a terrible, awful impression of me. Do you think I sound like that? God. I love you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes. Your impression was awesome. You had his speech pattern down to a science.

“Oh my god, shut up. I sounded exactly like you. I love you, too.”

“Oh my god.” He lifted his voice playfully, reaching out with his fingers to poke along your ribs, “You shut up. I love you more.”

You evaded the pokes from him and made your way out of this maze of hallways and theaters and fitness rooms and ballrooms and countless dining rooms and you headed in what you hoped was the direction of his bedroom. You got turned around but with a few light pushes steering you in the right direction you eventually found the familiar kitchen with its spotlessly clean countertop and you could definitely find your way back to the comfort of his bed and the comfort of his arms from here.

[To be Continued]

Links: Part 1, …. Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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puppy.esme: Going back to Seoul! Wanna come with?

catwoman.esme: I did a thing last night... and it felt damn good too *sighs dreamily in money*

omega.esme: I'm alive, but meh. *sighs*

kitten.esme: We finally got more milk 😭

bunny.esme: And strawberries! I really didn't think our caretaker had such an appetite to eat everything in our kitchen... 😬

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[inspired-by-the-music]

Sudden Rain, Chapter 3

Kyungsoo's POV

When I woke up the next morning, the clock on the bedside table told me that it was 9:00. The sky could have fooled me, though. I peeked through the white lace curtains to watch thick gray clouds roll across the sky. After shoving my dead phone into my pocket, I made my way out of the room. 

I tripped over the pile of folded clothes outside my door. From a glance, I could tell that the clothes were too large for me. The black hoodie and sweatpants must have belonged to Chanyeol. The gesture seemed too kind to ignore. Besides, I thought any change of clothes would be an improvement from my damp jeans and button-down shirt from yesterday. 

. . . 

“Looking good!” Chanyeol whistled at me when I walked into the dining room. 

“You too,” I said, noticing that his yellow polka-dotted apron matched his grandmother’s apron. I asked, “Where’s Eunbi?” and hoped nobody noticed how my voice tightened around her name. 

“Probably snoring in her room,” Chanyeol suggested. 

Ms. Park explained, “She has never been a big fan of breakfast,” as she filled a plate with her pancakes from her skillet.

“She never joins us,” Chanyeol griped, “no matter how hard I work!”

Ms. Oh had pulled her graying black hair into a bun. Her trembling hands were arranging sunflowers in the vase at the center of the table. She looked up from her work to tell Chanyeol, “That’s a good thing! As long as she doesn’t ruin her appetite, she’ll be able to finish a slice of my strawberry cake.” 

I asked, “Do you make her a strawberry cake every year?”

Wrinkles formed around Ms. Oh’s smile. “Oh, yes! Ever since she met my little Sehun, I’ve made a birthday cake for Eunbi.”

“That’s very kind.” Ms. Oh seemed to appreciate the recognition, especially when I said, “I look forward to trying it.” 

“Hey.” Chanyeol nudged my ribs as he set the table. “Maybe instead of flirting with Ms. Oh—who is happily married, by the way—you could flirt with my sister.”

Blinking, I muttered, “I thought you said she was sleeping.”

Chanyeol shrugged. “What do I know?”

“Chanyeol!” His grandmother hissed, and he stiffened. “Let Kyungsoo enjoy his breakfast.” She motioned to the head of the table, where she had set a lace placemat and a plate piled high with pancakes. 

I didn’t have much of an appetite, but the gesture seemed too kind to ignore. As I swallowed, I realized that this breakfast was the first meal I hadn’t spent alone or with Junmyeon in months. The sweetness of the maple syrup felt the same as the warmth that spread through my chest. 

I imagined that warmth was proof that the block of ice in my chest was melting. 

. . .

By the time I finished breakfast, the rain was falling in full force. I stood outside of Eunbi’s door with my hood pulled over my head. 

I knocked once to no answer. 

I knocked twice to no answer. 

The third time I knocked, Eunbi answered. 

Her voice preceded her. Faintly over the sound of the rain, I heard her say, “Chanyeol, I’ve told you that I never want to see you before eleven o’clock. If you want me to try your pancakes so badly, just leave some in the fridge, and I’ll eat them for lunch!”

She opened the door wearing only a towel. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I said, “His pancakes are actually rather delicious.” 

Eunbi screamed, “Oh my God!” and slammed the door. 

I turned around, blinking, and tried not to laugh. 

The next time she opened the door, she was wearing a yellow sweater over a white dress. While pinning her hair back, she said, “I’m so sorry for opening the door like that.” She motioned for me to enter her room. “I swear, Chanyeol has been knocking on my door every day since he learned to cook, begging me to try his pancakes.”

I sat on the edge of a pale gray armchair in the corner. “I heard you’re not a big fan of breakfast, but you should try his pancakes sometime.”

After closing the door, Eubi sat on the small wooden stool in front of an easel. “That’s what everybody says, but I’ll hold onto the mystery a little longer.” She looked at me for a few moments, and I looked at her. She said, “I thought you would leave first thing this morning.” 

Shaking Junmyeon’s nagging voice out of my mind, I said, “I told you that I wanted to speak to you.” Given the weather, it seemed likely that the flight would be delayed or canceled anyway. 

“I know,” she said, “but people often say things they don’t really mean.”

I told her, “I don’t do that. I don’t say things that I don’t mean.” 

She told me, “I don’t either.” We smiled at each other. 

“I’m glad you brought me here,” I said. “Everybody is very kind.” 

Eunbi nodded. “I’m glad you like it. Most of the guests are friends Grandma has made over the years. I know she’s happy to serve somebody new.”

“She’s very energetic,” I remarked. “Ms. Oh is a character too. She can’t seem to go long without mentioning her grandson.”

“No, she can’t.” Eunbi blushed as she said, “Sehun is her pride and joy.” 

I asked, “Have you known him a long time?”

“Oh, yeah,” she nodded. “We met during auditions for a play in elementary school. He’s a few years older than me, but we always got along well. I guess he’s my best friend.” 

“You guess?” I asked. 

“It’s hard to keep friends as an adult,” she said. “At least, it’s hard for me. I guess things got complicated after we tried and failed to be more than friends.” 

When she frowned, I frowned. I told her, “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” Her smile seemed forced. “Maybe sometimes you’re meant to love people forever, even when things don’t work out as you think they should.”

I said, “Maybe.”

I envied Eunbi’s ability to fake a smile. More than that, I envied her ability to love Sehun despite the heartache. I thought I would have liked to love Soo-Ah at least for the memories we shared. As time went on, though, I started to fear that I had never loved her at all. That seemed far worse than to have loved and lost.

Eunbi turned to face her canvas, and I asked, “How long have you been painting?”

“In general? Or are you asking about this piece specifically?” She angled the easel to show me a scene of lovers near the Fountains of St. Peter’s Square.

A harsh wind blew through the block of ice in my chest. I winced at the memory of walking through Rome alone, pretending that Soo-Ah was beside me. At the time, I didn’t think much about her decision to stay home while I traveled for writing inspiration. She had a career of her own, family, and friends to tend to. I couldn’t fathom that she also had another lover to tend to. I couldn’t imagine that while I was eager to return to her, she was happier in my absence. 

I wasted many sleepless nights wondering if our fate could have been different if she had been beside me in Rome. For some time, I imagined that we somehow would have been immortalized by tiptoeing through those eternal streets. Gradually, I came to believe that Soo-Ah would have looked out of place among those ancient buildings. Our story would have unraveled more quickly far from home. 

Realizing that Eunbi was expecting a response, I said, “Both.” 

“I’ve been painting since, well, always,” Eunbi answered. “I’ve been working on this piece for about a month.” 

“It’s amazingly realistic,” I said. The painting wasn’t realistic in the way that a photograph is realistic. The painting was realistic in the way that a beautiful song can capture the feelings of a long-lost daydream. I asked, “Would you like to see the Fountains at St. Peter’s Square?”

“Oh, that would be a dream!” Eunbi pulled a piece of paper from behind her canvas and handed it to me. “I keep a list of all the places I’d love to visit, and a Roman holiday is right there at the top of the list.” 

I read the list and asked, “Is that what you’d like for your birthday? We could go to Rome.” 

“You can’t possibly mean that,” Eunbi said quietly. Before I could argue, she added, “And who told you about my birthday? Was it that big mouth, Chanyeol?”

I shook my head as I returned the list. “Your grandmother told me. She invited me to your party.” 

“There’s going to be a party?” She said, “We should start preparing ourselves for Ms. Oh’s strawberry cake.” 

Realizing I had ruined the surprise, I blushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”

“It’s not really a surprise,” Eunbi assured me. “Chanyeol, Grandma, and the ladies at the inn plan a party for me every year. It’s sweet that they still treat it like a surprise.”

My blush slowly faded. I asked, “Why do you eat Ms. Oh’s cake if you don’t like it?”

“I don’t dislike it,” Eunbi said through a lopsided smile. “It’s just a little too sweet. I’d eat it even if it was awful, though. My birthday only comes once a year, you know, and the gesture is too kind to ignore.” 

“That makes sense,” I said. Then, I asked again, “Do you want to go to Rome?”

Staring at her painting, Eunbi stuttered, “I could never repay you for something like that, Kyungsoo.”

I said, “People don’t typically pay for their own birthday gifts.” 

“That’s too expensive, though,” she sighed. “Besides, if I’m not here, who will help Grandma around the inn?”

I could have said that Chanyeol seemed to be a great help, but I decided not to say anything like that. Suddenly, I felt very much like a stranger. By chance, I had stumbled upon Eunbi while she was in the middle of life. I knew that life meant responsibilities, obligations, and prior engagements. Still, I wanted to hear her say that she would go on a Roman holiday with me even if we were only sharing daydreams that could never come true. 

“We’ll go to Rome some other time, then,” I promised. I tried to memorize her smile. “What do you want for your birthday?”

She said what almost everybody says: “I don’t want or need anything.” What made Eunbi different from almost everybody else was that she seemed honest. 

I wanted to be like her, but I could think of at least one thing I wanted. I almost leaned over the arm of the gray chair to kiss her, but I decided against it. When it came time for me to leave, I didn’t want to abandon her with any complicated feelings. When it came time for me to leave, I wanted her to remember me fondly. 

It seemed inevitable that we should fall out of touch. As soon as I left her room, that day seemed to loom in the visible future. When that day should come, I wanted her to smile while wondering what we could have been if somebody had been bold enough to cross that line. 

It seemed obvious that we wouldn’t amount to more than an unexpected “what-if?” I desperately wanted us to be happy with that. 

. . . 

I found Chanyeol at the front desk and asked if I could borrow his phone charger. His charger was incompatible with my phone. 

“Here.” Chanyeol shoved his phone into the pocket of my (his) hoodie. “You can borrow mine. If some girl claiming to be my girlfriend calls, tell her I’ve changed my number.”

I tried to tell him, “I just need to make one call,” but he had already walked past me to help the ladies prepare for the party. 

No matter how many times I called Junmyeon on my walk up the stairs, he wouldn’t answer. His voicemail inbox was full, so I texted him. 

Me: “This is Kyungsoo. My phone died, and nobody at this inn has a compatible charger, and I can’t go out to buy a charger in this storm. If you need anything, call me at this number.” 

Junmyeon: “You have to be kidding me! Are you this desperate for an extension?”

Me: “I don’t need an extension!”

Junmyeon: “Then are you this desperate to cancel your book tour?”

Me: “No. A one-week delay won’t completely derail the schedule.”

Junmyeon: “ONE WEEK?”

Me: “Apparently, when it rains around here, it pours.” 

Junmyeon: “And where exactly is ‘here’?”

I sent him my location. 

Junmyeon: “You have got to be kidding me! How did you manage to get stranded in the middle of nowhere during a storm?”

Me: “I don’t know. If you recall, traveling wasn’t my idea.”

Junmyeon: “How could I forget when you’ve dragged your feet every step of the way?”

I didn’t know how to respond. It seemed improper to quit via text. I paced down the hallway. 

Junmyeon: “At least get some writing done while you’re stranded.”

I huffed. Although it wasn’t the type of writing Junmyeon wanted, I did have an urge to put pen to paper. After locking the door, I lay on my stomach on the bed and wrote in my notebook: 

To Eunbi, Regarding our Roman Holiday

Whenever we find ourselves in Rome, I’ll show you a secret. If you look through the Aventine keyhole, you’ll see a scene from one of your paintings: St. Peter’s Basilica. Supposedly, nobody knows if this view of the Basilica was purposefully designed or if it was a coincidence. You should try to believe that the keyhole exists just for you to imagine that you’ve fallen into one of your paintings. 

I’m starting to think that you don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but you should try gelato anyway. There’s a blueberry cheesecake flavor that I think you’d like. It’s not too sweet. I don’t think you can find anything like it outside of Rome. 

Are you a fan of Romantic poetry like I am? Even if you’re not, we should visit the Keats-Shelley Memorial House. When I was younger I used to lay awake at night thinking about how, tragically, a storm prevented poor Keats from experiencing the warmth he craved before death. In all the times I’ve visited Rome, I’ve never had the time to visit his preserved bedroom. I wonder how he would feel about strangers invading his private space; I wonder if we’ll feel like intruders when we visit. 

Then, under the cover of darkness, let’s toss a few coins into the Trevi fountain. Somebody once told me that tossing one coin means you’ll return to the Eternal City, tossing two coins means you’ll return and fall in love, and tossing three coins means you’ll return, find love, and marry. You don’t have to give me any spoilers, but I wonder how many coins you’ll toss into the fountain. 

I hope you have a very happy birthday, Eunbi. I’m enchanted to have met you during this April shower. Whenever we find ourselves in Rome, I hope to see you among the May flowers. 

Yours, 

Kyungsoo

I considered passing the letter through the floor, but I decided that it would be better to deliver it face to face at the party.

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[seoulxsinners]

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Tagging: (optional) @phoenix-of-jade @rippedfromsplt @potionsmadebyrune @sweetdreamsshootingstars

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

Shy

sense of justice

Romantic

sweet

GREETINGS:

smiles

bows

handshakes

COLORS:

Blue

Grey

Violet

Navy blue

SCENTS:

Earl grey tea

Green tea

Dark Chocolate

Strawberries

CLOTHING:

Tailored suits

Large sweaters (when not working in the winter)

NYU T-shirts

Sweat pants

OBJECTS:

Airpods

Books

Phone

Notebooks

Pens

VICES / BAD HABITS:

Eating in the middle of the night

Chewing on his nails

Glutton for cake

Stays up way to late reading

BODY LANGUAGE:

Leans on desk often

crossed arms

Blushing when shy

AESTHETICS:

witches brew cafe

small bookstores (mostly his fathers)

Tea shops

steampunk

SONGS:

Blooming day - EXO-CBX

Beautiful - Baekhyun

My Heart Will Go ON - Celine Dion

Stay with me - Chanyeol and Punch

History Maker - Dean Fujioka

[seowonwoo]

𝘭𝘦𝘰 - 𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳

ε general info !!

[ stage name ] ; LEO

[ birth name ] ; Geon-wu Lee

[ nicknames ] ; geonu ∣ leon ∣ lewu ‘li-wu’

[  birth date  ] ; January 4, 1994

[ blood type ] ; A

[ zodiac sign ] ; capricorn

[ chinese zodiac ] ; dog

[ birthplace ] ; gangnam, south korea

[ residence ] ; hannam-dong, seoul

[ nationality ] ; korean

[ languages ] ; korean ∣ italian ∣ japanese ∣ english

ε physical traits !!

[ height ] ; 6′3 ft ‘190 cm’

[ weight ] ; 70 kilos ‘154 pounds’

[ eye color ] ; dark brown

[ hair color ] ; black

[ modifications ] ; 7 piercings ∣ 3 tattoos

[ body shape ] ; slightly masculine

[ beauty marks ] ; upper eyelids ∣ upper corner of mouth

[ handiness ] ; left-handed

[ face claim ] ; n/a

[ voice claim ] ; exo!chanyeol

ε personality traits !!

[ mbti ] ; istp ‘ introverted’ ‘sensing’ ‘thinking’ ‘perceiving’

[ communication ] ; only talks to his close friends ∣ hard time making new friends and socializing ∣ stays close with his members when his social battery is low

[ characteristics ] ; quiet ∣ reliable ∣ caring ∣ loyal ∣ calm ∣ protective ∣ compassionate ∣ organized ∣ industrious ∣ flexible ∣ humble ∣ open-minded ∣ independent ∣ realistic

[ negative traits ] ; selfless ∣ repress feelings ∣ avoid conflict ∣ neglects own health ∣ sometimes stubborn ∣ often curses in ‘english’ ‘korean’ ‘italian’ ∣ would drop anything for his love ones ∣ normal ‘bitch’ face ∣

[ love languages ] ; words of affirmation ∣ acts of service ∣ quality time ∣ gift giving

ε trivial info !!

[ clothing style ] ; minimalist

[ habits ] ; waking up early ∣ cracks knuckles when angry ∣ mumble curses in italian whenever he’s irritated ∣ speaks in italian when drunk ∣ makes gestures when speaking ∣ covers his mouth when laughing ∣ rolls his yes when disgusted ∣ quiet and steady sleeper ∣ squinting his eyes when confused ∣ zoning out in award shows

[ hobbies ] ; cooking ∣ watering plants ∣ spending quality time with his significant other ∣ playing with his pug ∣ swimming ∣ playing piano ∣ foot volleyball ∣ watching tv shows

[ likes ] ; pasta ∣ scented candles ∣ plants ∣ green tea ‘matcha’ ∣ animals ∣ hot weather so he can swim ∣ his members and army ∣ strawberries ∣ horror stuffs ∣ clean house ∣

[ dislikes ] ; dating bans ∣ hectic schedules ∣ forced to socialize ∣ critics ∣ his parents ∣ homophobia ∣ stereotyping ∣ rude people ∣ insensitivity ∣ cold weather ∣ coffee ∣ boredom ∣ messy things ∣ button up shirts ∣ public speaking ∣ variety shows with rude hosts ∣

[ known for ] ; owning an expensive penthouse ∣ his judging but normal face ∣ chanel, calvin klein, and rolex ambassador ∣ back tattoo reveal in a calvin klein magazine ∣ takes no shit from bighit ∣ being a bts member ∣ him speaking in italian ∣ the only controversial issue he has is about him having tattoos ∣ towering over his members and other idols ∣ sugar daddy vibes ∣ stage presence ∣ vocals ∣ huge fan of taylor swift, the weeknd, lana del rey and arctic monkeys ∣ ex-trainee in sm ∣ being most clingy with jeonghan ∣

ε private info !!

[ family ] ; mother and father ‘divorced’ ∣ does not have a healthy relationship with them ∣ both of them were deeply upset and disappointed when he said he wanted to be a kpop idol ∣ his father hoped he would at least study architecture or medicine in college but instead he chose culinary

[ mother’s occupation ] ; surgeon

[ father’s occupation ] ; architect

[ relationship status ] ; taken ‘since 2018′

[ significant other ] ; yoon jeonghan ‘seventeen’

[ sexual orientation ] ; homosexual

[ pronouns ] ; he!him

[ ideal type ] ; “none, as long as you’re you”

[ close friends ] ; key ‘shinee’ ∣ suho ‘exo’ ∣ yeri ‘red velvet’ ∣ minhyun ‘nuest’

ε career info !!

[ group ] ; bangtan sonyeondan ‘bts’

[ entertainment ] ; sm to bighit ‘hybe’

[ position ] rapper, sub-vocalist, visual

[ debut date ] ; june 13, 2013

[ instagram account ] ; leo.wu

[ representative emoji ] ; 🦌

[ training period ] 2009-2011 ‘sm ent’ ∣ 2011-2013 ‘bighit ent’

[ professions ] ; kpop idol ∣ ambassador ‘chanel’ ‘rolex’ ∣ chef

[ instruments ] ; piano

ε more facts !!

studied and graduated at sol international school.

he trained at sm entertainment for almost 3 years and later joined bighit for some unknown reason.

he recently spent $17 million for a 4,879 square foot penthouse in Hannam-dong.

his favorite color would be dark green; number would be 14

2017, when he adopted a pug and named her jelly

he attended taylor swift concert thrice 

it was on 2021 when he finally revealed his huge tattoo at his back in a calvin klein photoshoot.

leo has doesn’t have a lot of friends but he’s contented. 

he likes cooking a lot and often cooks with jin and yoongi.

he used to live in italy with his grandfather after his parents divorced.

he doesn’t like talking a lot but will do around his members and close friends

he prefers staying at home and swimming than going out

some idols are afraid of talking to him or even standing near him because of his looks, but once you get to know him, he’s like every normal person out there. 

his stage name ‘leo’ is from his grandfather who used to call him that at italy

his members says he’s the most trusted and reliable person they’ve ever met but also the most selfless person. 

he prefers giving than taking

he sometimes watch cartoon whenever he’s bored

he hinted so many times about how every award shows existing are rigged, fake, and racist or xenophobic

He is in a relationship for five years and counting. no one knows this except his members, his lover’s members, close friends, and their parents. ( of course his parents are not happy with this )

his parents have never been supportive at all, so he used relies on his grandfather a lot.

will continue to edit this !!

@ seowonwoo 2023

#bts!leo #bts added member #kpop oc

[suuho]

unpopular(?) opinion but i hate how sm stylists always try to make jongin stand out from the rest of the other members. it’s like “all the boys have black hair… but wait let’s dye jongin’s hair MAGENTA.” i mean at least baek has white/blue hair & we don’t know if the others are comfortable dyeing their hair, but still….

this is partly, i think, because jongin has a lot of fans and a lot of general public appeal. usually, the member with dyed hair would be the one to stand out in the comeback, but with jongin, he’s always been styled differently for a while. i get what you’re talking about. i wish we’d get more exciting hairstyles as well, especially for members like jongdae or sehun, but i think that at this point it is partly their personal decision as well. the last time kyungsoo dyed his hair was for. uh. well, kokobop. funnily enough, he did dye his hair for bad prosecutor last year. but that said, he personally prefers his hair to be black. junmyeon i understand for this comeback, considering he is doing mozart! and they do use his real hair in the second act (or some part of the show); while they’re definitely going for a different approach in styling and costumes, i don’t think they’d take well to him suddenly going blond (god, i miss his strawberry blond tempo hair so much, his best look ever). it’s just in the nature of jongin’s position of the group to stand out. that said, yeah. i wish they’d do something a little more exciting with the other members as well. sehun, especially. we know he can pull off about anything. i would have loved to see jongdae with blond hair again. maybe give chanyeol or kyungsoo a perm. i don’t know. but i think mostly they prefer to keep their hair natural.

#ask #anon

[chanbaekdairy]

Part 2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Finally (The World Will Know About Our Love) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25120489 City of Stars (Are You Shining Just For Me?) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/10992738 Mafia Baby Boy Byun –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29128290 Strawberry Byun Fairy –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30214773 LVMEN-IN-OBSCVRO –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14638908 Chained –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27767326 Internat Willow Hill –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14695041 To The Moon And Back –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27754009 One minute & thirteen seconds –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27886726 I am the King of my own Kingdom –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27833164 The Stages of Change –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24497851 Can't Help Falling In Love With You –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27378415 I love you to the stars –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/33519937 The Power of Communication –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19209562 Under The Moonlight –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20873246 Pumpkins and Parties and Park Chanyeol –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/15816303 Do you like me, like I love you –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27604793 Sing my way to you –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24977533 Sancta Terra –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31850182 I Have A Feeling (We Will Be Lucky This Time) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25395514 A Helping Hand –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17264984 9 Inches Ride pt.3 –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32071012 Breakaway –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31924624 Paper Crowns –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27707809 You, Again! –  https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/837942 Baby, Baby –  https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/561051/baby-baby-drama-fluff-mpreg-chanyeol-baekyeol-chanbaek Flipside –  https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/830432 Boy, I Can’t Cover Up My Heart –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18924376 you carry the world in your heart (i carry you in mine) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18888331 Time Passes, People Change –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16626986 Sanguine Dusk –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16203128 don’t know what you do to me –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18138785 Undercover Boss –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34063981 A journey to you –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34633273 In Every Universe –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35220529 Park Chanyeol & The Enchantment of Byun Baekhyun –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35309161 (What We) Been Through –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14728362 Peter Pan –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32033167 bound to you, by you –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34197904 December, 2018 –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35364391 Comedy and Documentary –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30235311 Welcome to: Club Hikari –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27061384 The Hidden Gem –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12082365 Softly, love me. –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32938012 Heartbeats: Byun Baekhyun's Journey To Love –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24596089 to be loved –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35602750 Protecting you, loving you –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22558159 Quacks like a Slytherin –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32408638 Baby, I’ll be there –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32505388 Happier –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29838789 The Rules of Conquest –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19852273 just wing it –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31638602 I Can Help You –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11174397 Edge of Great –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31572239 naughty puppy –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31619519 수채화 (Love in Color) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14680035 Petals –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19476289 My Eternity –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31849210 Yenicall –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/10178933 Bad = Good –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30527586 Love You Like I Hate You –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29335299 Office Wars –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36503092 ice, ice baby –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31353698 If you ain't fae, you ain't bae –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31802128 (Byun & Park, 2018) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18980005 11:27, You’re my blessing –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31701110 2 days, 1 knight –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38948655 Midnight shades (love you). –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39204672 this is how water loves –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39328350 Salix Babylonica –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38917269 Of Dancing Twilights and Striking Flames –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39223848 Scent of you –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38806461 Saw you beneath the rolling waves –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39057636 This Bleeding Moon is My Grave –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31848637 How to Lose Your Heart (And Your Virginity) In One Easy Step –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/37163884 Lust –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20189074 You Remind Me Of No One –  http://archiveofourown.org/works/4686197 Time and Tide –  http://archiveofourown.org/works/15523602 Swashbuckle –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24614914 Meet me at the Rodeo Station –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38867466 I've been a fool –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39010692 rawr means I love you in dinosaur –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31928248 When I come home to you –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24396040 Secrets & Promises –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31278881 Of Pain And Primroses –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31354337 Lifeline –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38892573 The Cure –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38949363 Night Shift –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31655795 The other half –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24062116 Collision –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31253303 Whisper Softly In My Ear –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31392179 Love Me, Court Me –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39057525 if all's fair in love and war, take my hand and watch me fall –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39242649 While We Were Sleeping –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31277990 A pet or a boyfriend, why not both? –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31140545 Cross Your Heart and Hope To Die –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24115585 Sweeter than Sugar –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24312220 A love born from blood –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31252688 Recipe for Love –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24168532 Read my lips –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39011136 On A Poet's Lips –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31638479 Love is Not Blind –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24133924 Long Winter Days –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022432 Chamomiles and Rubies –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39083172 The Security Guard and the Idol –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24259588 Bambi & The Big Bad Wolf –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39033036 Am I Worthy (To Bleed Dry for You?) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24395956 Now that I know you better –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31239071 Camboy –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39032667 Blue Heart –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39079878 Of Consequences and Heartbreak –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31139870 Repairs –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24513913 Happily Ever After –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39057699 keep a place for me –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18924883 Can You Hear My Heart? –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38949528 Anima Mate –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31801771 Locked Out of Heaven –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24294643 Little Things –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38805861 Red Obsidian –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38892789 Stay Only When You Do –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39365649 The Thread from Me to You –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31531157 In a Place Only We Know, I Will Call You Home –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39304479 The Jewel in the Crown –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38892483 you're such a heavenly view –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31631906 Wrong Things / Right things –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31700261 two of cups –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24312415 Sexperimentally Yours (in the name of science) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24040603 the feeling of love still leaves a trace –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31495988 No Matter What –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31720684 Just Go With It –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24671272 When in Venice –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38805759 something about the fourteenth of june –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39080166 I DO(N'T) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39181476 Tiny Detail VS. Grand Scheme of Things –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18901264 Just one kiss –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31801864 Alive (your love makes me feel) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39096114 einen augenblick (zu spät) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39622143 Dinner For Two –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19096393 Desire –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27916777 The Burden of Purple –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12071178 Perfect Stranger –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19114948 Baby Love –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28936206 The Emperor's Darling –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27366127 Love Again –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28606998 When Time Stands Still –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/6114655 When You Play with the Devil –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11077749 Mated with Moonshine –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12563280 Hope is a Thing with Fur –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/4542147 I'll Hold My Breath –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20561213 My Crown Jewel –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28059315 Lost in Translation –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/7011901 Thanks to that damned sandwich –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18582709 Love Me Like You Mean It –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25211377 Time Lapse –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14771504 Of Princes and Paupers –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11031819 Royal Pains –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/5967286 Light of my Heart –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17709896 A Royal Mistake –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31929325 Lucky Strike –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17170688 Flowers Bloom Under the Light of April's Moon –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19426756 Secret Royalty –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11055996 The Crown Prince and His War Minister –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25842079 A BAEK Love Story –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24614377 Wrong Number –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20988686 Sweet Dreams –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17766671 False Pretenses –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26579560 The Stars, Our Saviour –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11964378 Written In The Stars –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16515755 A candle in the night –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/6516883 You're Perfect in My Eyes –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26876380 Thigh Highs –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14379642 Forever Younger, Growing Older –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11059548 velvet&silk. –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30750356 Your Royal Majesty –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16036796 Strawberries and Harmonies –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14690973 What You Do To Me –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24987889 Cherry Blossom –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19246765 The Rose Garden –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28769913 Among the Butterflies –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13919319 Home Is Where You Are –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19765459 Rule of Love –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17770052 불 (Fire) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11115519 That Summer of 2017 (You Caught My Heart) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29416749 Eighteen Hours –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28459902 Two Idiots in Love –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12337125 When The Moon Rises, The Wolf Cries –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17211257 Honeysuckle –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25762645 Biutyful –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38495293 wrong number –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11248608 Taste me, and I’ll be yours. –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28996185 little prince –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21801118 every single star –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/3712051 Crowns Against Hearts –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26300272 The Future Ahead Of Us –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/8121430 Bittersweet Revenge –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24061678 Not a Fairy Tale –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11001660 The Warmest Vanilla –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14518752 Tales of a Closeted Fanboy –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14657856 Bonfire Baby –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14409906 I Love You, Byun Baekhyun –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/8111710 Habibi, light is burning –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21673495 Our First Meeting, Again –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12312057 Caught on Tape –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28534071 Can't fight these bad intentions –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/6902140 How to Win a War and Heart –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39096246 Falling Flowers –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27004837 Indulgence –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20671589 Whirlwind –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31496282 Sharing Spaces (With You) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14618283 More Than a Neighbor, Never Quite a Friend –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/3937012 The flaws in Park Chanyeol –  https://www.wattpad.com/story/178200000 Even Though I Know –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36852034 Likes it Ruff –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18422526 (Seemed to) Stop my Breath –  https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1509984 The Domino Effect –  https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/905259 Upside Down –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/15988070 Hate At First Sight –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16353494 Heaven is anytime, anywhere –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/23575048 Love At First Choke –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16424693 Alright, Cool, Whatever –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39899070 Where do broken hearts really go? –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13825260 A Light So Rare –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39393075 Written in the stars –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14679738 something bout the way you make me feel –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36756787 in his eyes, i find a glimpse of us –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39769122 chanbaek model ambassador and newbie sns au –  https://twitter.com/pcrkloey/status/1158829692629266432 chanbaek mpreg teacher author sns au –  https://twitter.com/InspiritsExoL/status/1242362623519117312 chanbaek mommy basketball champion sns au –  https://twitter.com/nsfwcb1/status/1422421335830056980 chanbaek model makeup assistant sns au –  https://twitter.com/hunniesfw/status/1276523537591754752 chanbaek ceo intern sns au –  https://twitter.com/hunniesfw/status/1263421488868147200 chanbaek gamer soundcloud rapper sns au –  https://twitter.com/softchennie/status/980515530011545606 chanbaek highschool students idol fan sns au –  https://twitter.com/hqkatsu/status/962249242348724225 chanbaek mafia sns au –  https://twitter.com/johannababe15/status/1093271921561661440 chanbaek nightclub sns au –  https://twitter.com/johannababe15/status/1174667715749076992 chanbaek rockband fansite sns au –  https://twitter.com/johannababe15/status/1137462494505635840 chanbaek soloist and rookie fanboy sns au –  https://twitter.com/chanbaekbb_/status/1159678905386561536 chanbaek fansite reveal sns au –  https://twitter.com/ravencloey/status/1279605487722360833 Awkward Entanglements –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27262864 Bow Down To Me –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26051614 You look like the rest of my life –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38892354 To Find Love –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31238588 Natural –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39181881 In Your Arms, I Finally Found Home –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39242451 for reasons wretched and divine –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39010965 evermore –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39365739 Byun Baekhyun and the Goolies of Chogiwa –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39160245 flowers in the desert –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25978546 Jump! –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/4585614 Kindergarten to Bathroom Blow Jobs –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17995274 Tightropes –  https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1018077 Sinful Art –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36756748 Secrets Behind The Screen –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28066038 Merry Christmas, Baekhyunee –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28102752 Deep desire –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/37082167 peaches and cigarettes –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28607208 HULK –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28374147 Le Petit Chaperon Rouge –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36810337 La Petite Mort –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28304409 Not taking risks with you. –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28002249 Orange feeling –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26000287 Angel of Mine –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34442866 A business of hate –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28026483 claiming what's mine –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36892033 Depraved –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26109259 sweet lies –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27929593 love to love you, baby –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28124808 Château –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36946294 Inevitable Compulsion –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36191257 Feels Like Heaven Fell to the Ground –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28059549 Nothing to Lose –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28211565 Put Me to the Test –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/37011385 Teach Me –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28103280 Lucky –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36191356 On and Off –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36914893 we're dropped and well concealed in secret places –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36938725 The Love Tape –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27993036 Wet noises –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28086858 Your Eyes (They Tell Me Everything) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25782904 It's a hot summer, darling –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/33612472 Not Alone –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28102461 Hotel Room –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/33753532 Bungee –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28082880 At His Mercy –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36835087 Praise Slut –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36716731 Match-Made in Olympus –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36716626 you hang from my lips (like the gardens of babylon) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36513940 love me, don't hurt me (and I'll be yours) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36680506 Make me harder –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36716653 Kinky Vanilla Sh*t –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34281031 Love Me, Love Me Not –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39319422 You drive me (crazy) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28106940 Royally yours –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36513652 Observation of You –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28142505 Bark, Don't Bite –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28103025 give and take –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36721771 Silk and Slick –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28101195 high on pleasure –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27949238 All For You –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/37178962 No More Inhibitions –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36851983 Attention –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/37224466 A Selfish Play –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36757204 Let it Go –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36191419 Bacardi 151 –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26527153 Spellbound –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18760849 Mocha Chocolata Ya Ya (Oh Yeah) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/3992626 the walls kept tumbling down (in the city that we loved) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19070836 so why don't you blow me... a kiss before you go –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/15425952 Neverland –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18765559 Close ain't close enough –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/7829572 Complete –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12105789 Tell Me You Want Me Around (Tell Me I'm Yours) –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11147286 Baked With Love, Sprinkled With Sugar –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18605158 La douleur exquise –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24258787 The Love We Left Unwritten –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19107514 Chart Topper, Heart Stopper –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/10942083 Pretty's Twinkle Little Stars –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19020214 Drawn In –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14865458 Down, Dirty, Desperate –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11790156 A Cosmic Shift –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18819370 (Baby, We'll) Make This Work –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/10966785 Farfalle –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/6978175 Circuit –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19096120 Where There's Smoke, There's Fire –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19007047 Frozen Nightingales –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18924454 don't be too pretty –  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39723351

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Pride Month 2022 Masterpost

Kai & Peaches

Ten & Dragonfruit

Gahyeon & Raspberry

Sehun & Litchi

Chanyeol & Cherry

Baekhyun & Strawberry

Irene & Red Grapefruit

Yuta & Pomegranate

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Johnny & Banana

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Key & Lime

Goeun & Avocado

Mark & Watermelon

Kyungsoo & Kiwi

Yeji & Coconuts

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whats your most fave chp in CIS and why? 🤭

Oh oh oh oh this is a good question!

I don’t think i have a favorite chapter but i do have many favorite moments. I struggle with separating the story into chapters as they kind of just flow all together in my mind as a complete unit. Let me list my favorite moments and you all can add in your favorite moments and it will be a whole thing!

Lori’s favorite moments:

- the near death experience where Assistant Byun drops all of the papers and documents and pulls Manager Noona back from being hit by that scooter and that frantic embrace turns into a warm back hug turns into a deep breath and he moans once he smells her (🫠) (he is 30% positive something is happening between them at this point)

- Chet is banned but cunt is allowed.

- the moment he realizes she’s not mad about the kiss but she’s mad that he didnt use his usual sweet nickname with her (he’s 70% sure she likes him too here)

- when he is at her house for the first time and she’s super awkward and weird because he kissed her before the presentation that day at work and neither of them are talking about it and she’s acting so weird he starts acting weird and right before he goes into the bathroom to change the awkwardness is so strong he just says that ‘yep. ok’ and fucking hides in that bathroom away from all of these weird vibes and she calculates the speed at which her vomit vs her body would hit the sidewalk if she jumped right now (he’s 99% positive that his feelings are reciprocated and is about 70% positive that its going down at this point)

- when he is already 100% positive that its going down and he finds her perfume, sprays it on his wrist to put it on her neck and smells her from there (💀)

- Chanyeol saying ‘omg you are real? I thought you were a symptom.’

- why what did Chanyeol tell you? I used to spend a lot of time in there with her (the naked lady)

- strawberries in the room with the naked lady. ‘dont ask me because I’ll say yes’ ‘you would say yes right now?’

- ‘baby you cant fire me i own the company’

- passing secret little love notes to each other at work

- on my official employee performance review?!

- manager Noona saying ‘did you see my dress?’ With a little spin and then ‘I feel like you didnt really see it’ because she’s silly drunk and fishing for compliments from her boyfriend.

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Sudden Rain, Chapter 4

Kyungsoo's POV

Chanyeol stood beside me in the corner of Eunbi’s birthday party and whispered, “They’re over. Maybe they never really started.” At least I think he tried to whisper. Chanyeol’s whisper was about as loud as everyone else’s indoor voice. 

Everybody was too engrossed in their conversations to hear Chanyeol. If anyone had turned at his voice, they would have caught us staring at Eunbi and the man at her side. Because of Ms. Oh’s frequent kisses on his cheeks, I assumed the man was Sehun. 

It seemed out of place for me to discuss Eunbi’s relationship with her brother, but I couldn’t keep myself from asking, “What happened between them?”

“Who knows?” Chanyeol took a sip of his drink. It looked like a glass of Scotch, but I suspected it was actually a glass of apple juice. “From what I’ve gathered, she ended the romantic part of their relationship, but he really shattered things.” 

From where I stood, nothing looked shattered. Since he arrived, Sehun hadn’t looked away from Eunbi. He sat beside her at the table with his arm resting on the back of her chair. While the rest of the party shouted, the two of them spoke in whispers and giggles. 

I asked, “What do you mean?”

“They never seemed all that broken up to me,” Chanyeol said, “but they must have been. Sehun started seeing somebody else. For some reason, he was in a rush to get married to her. I guess that didn’t work out, though.”

“Sehun is divorced?” I couldn’t quite believe it. Maybe his divorce was a distant memory, and that’s why he could laugh like that. 

Chanyeol nodded. “Pretty much. He’s waiting for it to be officially finalized.” 

“What about Eunbi?” I said without thinking. “Is she waiting too?” 

Chanyeol studied me. All signs of mischief vanished from his face. “I don’t think she’s holding her breath or anything,” he said hesitantly. “Look, I don’t think she ever thought that there were other options. Until you showed up, I don’t think she knew that there was any man other than Sehun.” 

Across the room, Eunbi smiled at Sehun. Her smile made me smile enough to say, “They seem happy together.” 

“You didn’t try to sleep in the room above hers when she found out he decided to marry somebody else,” Chanyeol told me. “You didn’t hear her cry herself to sleep. You didn’t watch her force a smile for his wedding pictures. You didn’t pace the floor while she stayed up crying with him when his wife left.” 

I could have warned Chanyeol that he was practically yelling. I could have reminded him that I was an innocent bystander. It was obvious that he had been repressing his feelings, likely for his sister’s sake. It seemed better for him to unpack his emotions with me instead of unloading them onto Eunbi or Sehun. 

“My sister is a good person,” Chanyeol sighed, “and she doesn’t deserve to be with somebody who can make her cry like that.” 

It occurred to me that Eunbi cried for Sehun because she loved him. Heartache and tears are inevitable in life. Suffering is inevitable in love. It’s rare to muster the strength to laugh out loud with whoever broke your heart. I admired Eunbi’s strength. 

“Your sister is a good person,” I said, “and she deserves to be with somebody who can make her laugh like that.” 

Chanyeol didn’t respond. He took a long sip from his drink. 

. . . 

“Happy birthday,” I told Eunbi when I found her alone in the kitchen. I gave her the letter I cut out of my notebook. 

“Kyungsoo!” She dropped her half-eaten strawberry cake onto the counter and threw her arms around me. I didn’t know how to react. I must have stiffened in her arms. She let go of me and apologized. “I’m sorry. I just—I didn’t see you. I thought you left to catch your flight.” 

“I’ve been told that I’m a bit of a wallflower,” I said. “Let’s make a deal. I won’t leave for my flight without saying goodbye to you first.” 

“Alright.” Eunbi extended her pinky and held it out toward me. “Let’s promise.”

I extended my pinky and wrapped it around hers. I promised. 

Eunbi held the envelope up to the light and asked, “What’s in this?”

I shrugged. “Open it and find out.” 

“It better not be a ticket to Rome,” she said, eyeing me suspiciously. 

I started to repeat “Open it and find out,” but her glare cut me short. Instead, I said, “It’s not. Just go ahead and open it.”

After tearing through the envelope, she said, “Actually, I have a better idea. Follow me.” She reached for my hand, but she didn’t grab it. 

She led me through the back door and into a greenhouse filled with flowers, primarily types of roses. She sat on a bench positioned between the patches of red and white roses and gestured for me to sit beside her. Holding the letter out to me, she asked, “Can you read this to me?”

“Oh.” I took the letter into my hands. “Are you sure?” My face was already burning. 

“Please,” she said, “if you don’t mind.”

Through the glass ceiling, I watched the storm clouds nearing us. If I wanted to finish before the darkness caught up to us, I had to start reading. 

So, I started. I initially intended to pause after each paragraph to ask for his opinion. Once I started, though, I was too bashful to look up from my handwriting. The portrait of her that I had painted in my mind made me blush enough. I couldn’t imagine how I would react to the real her beside me. 

After I finished reading, we sat together in silence. I gripped the paper lightly to avoid leaving any marks. My grip tightened when Eunbi wrapped her hand around my left wrist. Her fingers were cold and slender. 

“You’re being serious, aren’t you?” She asked softly. 

Avoiding her eyes, I nodded. I found my voice to say, “I was being serious earlier too. I don’t know if or when it would be possible, but I’m truly looking forward to our Roman holiday.” 

When I gathered the nerve to look up, Eunbi was offering me a gentle smile. She held out her extended pinky. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s promise.”

I extended my pinky and wrapped it around hers. I promised. 

After I returned her letter, she asked, “Have you been to the Trevi fountain?”

I nodded. “It’s very beautiful. I make it a point to see it whenever I’m in Rome.” 

Smiling, she asked, “How many coins do you typically throw?”

Blushing, I admitted, “I think I threw two the last time I was there.” 

“Not three?” Her laugh told me that she was joking. 

I tried to laugh along. “Marriage didn’t work out for me. I don’t plan to try it again.” 

“Oh,” Eunbi whispered. I thought I had killed the conversation until she said, “I’m sorry, Kyungsoo. I had no idea.” 

“That’s okay,” I told her. I actually believed it. “It’s not something I usually talk about.” 

She asked, “Do you want to?”

After thinking about it, I shook my head. “I don’t think I need to either.” I smiled. 

Eunbi smiled back as she said, “Okay.” 

“Are you having a happy birthday?” I asked. Nudging her ribs, I added, “You looked like you were while talking to Sehun!”

“Yuck!” Playfully, she swatted me away. “You sound exactly like Chanyeol! You’ll have to start hanging out with me instead of him if he’s going to have this much of an influence on you.” We laughed, and she told me, “I’m having a very happy birthday. I’m happy you found me.”

Normally I would have let such a moment pass with a half-smile and a nod, but it seemed important that she should know, “I am too.” 

I seemed to have caught her off guard. Through a trembling smile, she said, “I’m really going to miss you when you leave.” She laughed at herself. “Isn’t that a weird thing to say? We’ve only just met.”

“Maybe it’s weird,” I shrugged, “but I’m going to miss you too.”

I didn’t know how to explain how I felt. Eunbi was an unexpected gift in my life. She was the fastest friend I had ever made. Before I knew her, maybe I hadn’t known anybody who could accept me exactly as I was. Before I knew her, maybe I hadn’t put enough effort into healing the wounds Soo-Ah left on every part of me. Just being near her and getting to exist as myself—present tense, with all of my uncertainties—was enough to melt that block of ice in my chest. 

I didn’t know how to explain how I felt, so I hoped she understood from my willingness to sit with her as the storm clouds surrounded us. 

We stayed in the greenhouse as the darkness rolled in. After a clap of thunder, she wrapped her hand around mine and said, “I can’t see.” 

I told her, “I can’t either.” 

Chanyeol came to our rescue. He swung the back door open and yelled, “Get in here! Have you two lost your minds?”

We laughed our way back inside. We let go of each other. Now I can’t remember who let go first. Maybe I’ve tried hard to forget. 

. . .

The next few days passed by peacefully. During lulls in the storm, I helped Chanyeol clear debris from the driveway. I checked in with Eunbi to develop our plans to visit every place on her dream list. One day, I even convinced Ms. Park to let me cook lunch. 

“I don’t know the first thing about cooking,” Eunbi said when I knocked on her door to ask for her help. 

“You don’t have to know anything,” I assured her. “I’ll tell you exactly what to do.” 

I didn’t know how to tell her that I only asked because I wanted more time with her. She didn’t make me explain. With that little bit of convincing, she followed me to the kitchen. 

I trusted her with simple tasks like “rinse that” or “cut this.” I knew that she was capable of more, but her movements were stiff. Instead of scaring her away with unfamiliarity, I tried to build her confidence through repetition. 

“Has anyone taught you how to cook?” I asked. 

Eunbi shook her head. “Grandma has tried to teach me a few times over the years, but Chanyeol always intervenes. He says cooking with Grandma is his special thing and I ‘shouldn’t encroach on his territory.’”

I laughed at her air quotes. “That’s silly.”

“Yeah, well,” she laughed, “that’s Chanyeol.” 

Loudly, Chanyeol cleared his throat. Standing in the doorway, he said, “You know I hate to interrupt, but someone’s calling for you, Kyungsoo. It’s somebody named Junmyeon.” 

I wrinkled my forehead and huffed, “Can he wait?”

“Don’t start thinking I’m your secretary,” Chanyeol warned. “He said it’s urgent, and he sounded like he meant it.”

I washed my hands and dried them on my apron before taking the phone from Chanyeol. 

“Is everything okay?” I asked on my way to my room. 

“I’m in a very important meeting,” Junmyeon said quickly, “and I’ve been asked about your manuscript. Give me a brief synopsis.” 

“A—what?” I stuttered as I sat at my desk. 

“A synopsis,” Junmyeon repeated. “What’s your manuscript about?”

“Oh.” Miraculously, I had written several pages every night after everybody in the inn went to sleep. I flipped through my notebook for details. Most of the pages were filled with descriptions of my conversations with Eunbi. There were too many things I couldn’t risk forgetting after we parted ways.

“Kyungsoo?” Junmyeon asked, “Can you hear me?”

“It’s not a romantic love story,” I blurted. I closed my notebook and my eyes. “The main characters meet through a series of mishaps. The male lead is divorced and uninterested in love. The female lead is a younger idealistic artist confined to her small hometown despite her wanderlust.”

“Wait, back up.” I faintly heard Junmyeon’s pen scratching against his paper. “DId you say it’s not a romantic love story?”

I squirmed and answered, “That’s correct.” 

“What does that mean?” Junmyeon had a talent for making his frowns audible. “Are they not in love?”

“Maybe.” I continued to squirm. “I think he’s probably in love with her, but I don’t think she’s in love with him. She may still be in love with somebody else.” 

“You think? You don’t think? She may?” Junmyeon laughed hollowly. “You’re using unusual phrases. You’re writing the story. How can you not tell who’s in love?”

I explained, “It’s just not that kind of story!” I took a deep breath and continued, “He might be in love with her, but that’s not the point. She represents a retreat from his everyday life. Throughout their interactions, he knows that they will soon part ways. She knows that too. The point—the point, I suppose, is that they are better for having met.”

Junmyeon fell silent. Then, gently, he asked, “So they don’t end up together?”

I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘No.’ I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, “I don’t see how they can.”

“Be honest,” Junmyeons started, “are you okay?”

I said, “What?” He hadn’t asked me that in months. 

“You’ve been writing novels for ten years. In every one of those books, your couple has a happy ending,” he observed. “You’re writing this tragic story so soon after your divorce. I’m worried about you.” 

“Oh.” I suppose I smiled because it was a relieve to hear the voice of my friend instead of the voice of my agent. “I don’t think of this story as a tragedy. I’m okay.” 

Junmyeon asked, “Are you sure?”

“I am,” I swore. “Thank you for asking.”

“Thank—” Junmyeon choked. My gratitude caught him by surprise. I didn’t usually say things like that. “You’re welcome, Kyungsoo.” 

“Do you need any more information about the mansucript?” I said, “It’s still a work in progress, so the details haven’t fully come together yet.” 

“You’ve given me enough for now,” he said. “How’s the weather?”

“It’s improving,” I reluctantly admitted. “I’ll be able to fly out soon.” 

“Good.” Junmyeon released a sigh of relief. “Just hang in there, Kyungsoo.”

Just hang in there, Kyungsoo. I repeated that to myself throughout dinner as I watched Eunbi trace the cracks in her mother’s vase. 

. . . 

After dinner, I found a piece of paper sticking out of the floor. On one side of the page was a penned sketch of the painting hanging in my room. The sketch wasn’t as colorful as the finished painting, but I liked it that way. I could fill in the colors with my own imagination, with my own memories. On the other side of the page was a note: 

Kyungsoo, 

I’ll never be brave enough to tell you, so I’ll have to write you. I drew this when I read your first book. I was only fourteen, so this isn’t my best work. Even though I’ll never be brave enough to tell you, I want you to know that you were an inspiration to me long before I met you. It seems more urgent than ever for me to let you know since we must almost be out of time. 

I’ve been thinking about the way you looked at me when I asked, “Are you happy?” I hope your answer now is something a little closer to “yes.” It’s probably selfish for me to wish I have something to do with that almost-yes. I wish for it anyway. 

I’m so happy we met!

Yours, 

Eunbi

P.S., Thank you for inviting me to cook with you. 

I tore a page from my notebook and wrote: 

Eunbi, 

Don’t be startled if you come across a book that seems eerily similar to our circumstances. It’s no exaggeration for me to say that you’ve become an inspiration for me. Maybe someday I’ll learn the words to describe the gift of having gotten to know you. We’re at the beginning and the end all at once. Maybe I feel like I’ve known you all my life. Maybe it’s more accurate to say that I wish I had known you all my life. I remember the days before I met you; they are different from the days of knowing you. Maybe I never want this storm to pass because I’m afraid to face the days after knowing you. Isn’t that a weird thing to write? We’ve only just met!

Yours, 

Kyungsoo

I passed the note through the floor. She wrote back a few minutes later: “Is this your good-bye?”

It wasn’t quite good-bye, but it almost was.

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