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mint-yooxgi · 3 years

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{6} - Obsession

Yandere AU - Part of the EXO Obsession Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)

Words: 3,742

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It's finally here! Yay! After months of waiting, I really hope you all enjoy the update as well as what I have planned for the rest of the series. So, since this is posted on a Friday, Friday's will be Obsession posting days, but every two weeks! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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“How did you-“

“Find you? Get in?” He cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “Tracking you was the easy part. All I had to do was follow your scent. Once I picked up on that, I found this quant abode here and waited to see if you would actually show up. Once you did, I knew I had you. You’re cautious, I’ll give you that, but I’m quicker.”

Your eyes narrow as he stands up from the chair. Who knows how long he’s known about this place, and if he can find it, then his original most certainly can, too. You need answers, and you’ll make sure he give them to you.

“How long?”

“About three days,” he hums, nonchalantly.

“Why wait until now to make your move?” You watch him carefully, analyzing every move he makes as he starts to pace the opposite side of your room slowly, each step deliberately dragged out.

The grip you have on the blade in your hand tightens.

“It’s the perfect time, is it not?” Suho quirks a brow in amusement. You’ve never seen him act like this before, an air of arrogance surrounding him as he takes another step. “We’ve successfully infiltrated the compound. The morale of the team is failing, and you’re upset about the ring. What better time to make my appearance than now when I can make the first move? Tell me, has my other self offered you solace yet?”

“You should know,” you retort, shoulders tense.

“I bet he was livid when he found out you didn’t trust him with something as important, as precious to you as that ring. I know I was,” he chuckles, halting his movements for the time being in favour of turning to face you head on. “Let me guess, he told you not to hesitate to call him for anything at all.”

Your breath hitches slightly at the way he says those words, exactly as Junmyeon had said them earlier that same day. A smirk dances on his features: he’s got you.

“If only my original wasn’t such a coward,” he tuts. “We could have been together by now, but no. He’s too concerned about appearances and whatnot.”

“He’s doing better than you,” you counter, and he quirks a brow, clearly amused by your pointed tone.

“Don’t lie to yourself, love,” in an instant, he has you pinned to the wall, hand gripping your one wrist firmly enough to have you dropping your grip on the blade you’re holding. The blade falls to the floor with a small clatter. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his breath ghost your ear, his voice low as he says, “I could hear your heart racing in excitement all the way across the room.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” your voice is low in response, playing him at his own game as your own breath hits his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Now, get off of me before I make you.”

You’re surprised by his bold actions, but also, from the way he’s been acting, you’ve been expecting him to get in closer any minute. You’d prefer not to be in this position with him for much longer, but perhaps you can use it to your advantage. It’s not like you’re enjoying all of this back and forth.

However, to a pair of prying eyes looking in from the darkness of the foliage outside your window, this position you find yourself in appears in quite the contrast to how you really feel on the inside.

“I’d like to see you try,” you can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he drags his nose along the column of your neck, pushing his body even further into yours as he keeps you pinned against the wall. His free hand that had previously been holding onto your waist drifts lower, grabbing the underside of your one thigh and tugging it up so your leg comes to wrap around his waist. He’s only ever dreamed of being in this sort of position with you, and now that he is, he wants to savour the feeling for as long as he can.

“Suho,” your voice is nothing but a warning, and you can feel him tense against you, a sigh falling from his lips.

“Again, with that name,” he leans back slightly, just enough to be able to stare into your eyes properly. “I’d prefer it if you called me by my name, love.”

“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want to until you get off of me,” you retort, and though you can see the amusement shining in his eyes, he reluctantly lets you go, taking a few steps back to give you some space. Rubbing at your wrist which had been previously held in his grip, you eye him warily, but you play along. For now. “Thank you, Junmyeon.”

A smug smile tugs at his lips, “there, now, was that so hard?”

You stare at him for a moment, adjusting your stance until you feel the coolness of the metal from the blade against your foot. In the blink of an eye, you manage to drop your body in a roll, grabbing the blade, once more holding it in your hand. Your stare is cold as you remain crouched low to the ground, holding the blade in front of you firmly.

“What is it that you want?” You ask, hearing him let out another sigh at your behaviour.

“I thought I- we made that obvious,” he replies, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You.”

“Then why go to all this trouble to get me? Why not just take me now?”

“It’s like we’ve already said, we want you to come to us rather than us just taking you, but we will resort to those means if necessary.” He says.

“Even if that means hurting me?” This time, it’s your turn to quirk a brow.

“We wouldn’t ever dream of hurting you,” he replies with no hesitation. “The others, on the other hand, are fair game.”

“You of all people should know that hurting them would be like hurting me, no matter how you try and frame it,” you say. “Besides, what’s to stop me from plunging this dagger into my own heart right here, right now?”

“Ah, yes, your seemingly noble act of self-sacrifice,” he hums. “Go ahead, I won’t stop you this time. The others aren’t around to do anything about it either.”

“You seem confident I won’t do it,” flipping the dagger, you point the tip at your chest and you notice him falter slightly before righting himself once more. Seems he’s had a change of heart.

“You may talk big, but you and I both know that you don’t want to die,” Suho’s voice is level, confident in what he’s saying. “No matter how brave of a face you put on, I know the truth. The thought of death terrifies you.”

You grit your teeth, grip becoming so tight on the blade your hand starts to cramp. How he knows this fact is beyond you, and you’re shocked he’d even bring it up at all. Sure you may put on a tough facade for your team most of the time, but he’s right. Death has always terrified you, but your sense of duty has always overpowered that fear.

“Your silence speaks volumes, love,” he smirks, moving over to the patio doors attached to your room. His eyes catch a slight movement as he slides the door open, a gentle breeze drifting through the room as he turns his head to look at you from over his shoulder. “You have three days, and then we’re coming for you. You best be ready for when that time comes.”

Without another word, he’s disappeared, nothing but your open patio door serving as a reminder to what has just transpired in your room moments before.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you release the breath you had unwillingly been holding. The dagger in your hand falls to the floor once more as you relax your tense muscles. Everything has just gotten that much more complicated.

Clearing your mind in the next moment, you stand quickly, locking your patio doors and moving to set your alarm. The last thing you need is another unexpected visit from one of the other clones today.

Picking the blade back up, you keep it at your side as you walk through your house. Doing the only thing you can think of at this time to do, you call Kyungsoo.

Explaining the situation to him takes no more than two minutes, and you can hear him exhale loudly on the other end of the phone.

“You know what this means, right?” He asks, and you can hear some shuffling coming from his end.

“I am aware, yes,” you reply, running a hand over your face as you stare at your tired reflection in the hallway mirror. “I could use all the help I can get at this point.”

“We’ll be there in less than an hour,” is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead. Trust Kyungsoo to always be on top of things when stuff like this happens. Now, all that’s left to do is wait until they arrive.

Meanwhile, as soon as he ends the call with you, Kyungsoo lets out another sigh. You just can’t seem to catch a break.

“What’s wrong?” Yixing peeks his head over the monitors at Kyungsoo.

“Get Minseok, we’re leaving,” is the only reply he gets. “I’ll explain on the way.”

The two share a look, and it’s enough for Yixing to understand that this is about you. Something’s happened, and he knows it’s serious if Kyungsoo refuses to even divulge the topic while at the compound. Too many prying eyes, and ears for that matter.

Not even ten minutes later, the three of them are all packed into Kyungsoo’s car, heading straight to the highway in order to get to your place. Granted, they did have to dodge some questions from your strike team about where they’re going. Luckily, they managed to escape without too many suspicions raised. At least, that’s what they think.

“Is it just me, or are the techs all suspiciously acting real close to (Y/n) all of a sudden?” Baekhyun voices as the six of them go over their stations once more to make sure they didn’t miss filing anything that got stolen by the clones.

“Jun, Dae and I did sort of walk in on them talking about something in her office yesterday,” Sehun recalls, tapping the pen he’s holding on the bottom of his chin as he recalls the hushed whispers he had heard through the door. “It sounded important.”

“You guys don’t think something else has happened regarding our clones, has it?” Jongin furrows his brow in concern, sharing a look with each of his teammates.

“I don’t think they’re being completely honest with us,” Junmyeon adds, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Shouldn’t we give them the benefit of the doubt, though?” Chanyeol reasons, resting the clipboard he’s holding on his hip. “They are our teammates, I’m sure they’d tell us if it were important.”

“Baekhyun’s right,” Jongdae says, and all eyes turn to look at him. “Clearly there’s an air of distrust between us, especially now that the clones have infiltrated the compound and taken her ring.”

“What ring?” Jongin’s brow furrows even further in confusion. So far, he’s the only one who hasn’t received an explanation for it. “You mean the one she came in seething about today while we were in interrogation?”

“Yeah,” Jongdae confirms. “If Kyungsoo was the only other one beside me who knew about it, and Yixing and Minseok are practically uninvolved in this, I’d say they’re probably the people she trusts most right now.”

“This is ridiculous,” Baekhyun huffs.

“Like it or not, Jongdae’s right,” Junmyeon sighs.

“Wait, hold up,” Jongin interjects. “Will one of you please explain this ring to me?”

“It was her grandmother’s ring, given to her to give to the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with,” Sehun explains, a slight daze falling over his features as he recounts everything you told them. Once he’s done explaining, Jongin falls silent.

“Oh,” he breathes, the same thoughts coursing through his head as with the others when they first learnt of this ring. “Well, clearly we need to find the clones and get this ring back as soon as we can.”

“That’s the plan,” Chanyeol nods, only causing Baekhyun to frown with the growing tension now engulfing the room. Each of them want to be the one to get that ring back and destroy their clones first to prove to you that they are the one that is worthy to be yours.

“We need to work together, lest we want to fall apart,” Jongdae says, somewhat hesitantly.

A brief silence settles over the six of them, a few of them nodding their agreement. However, each pair of eyes holds wariness in them, not knowing if they can trust each other to the extent that they have in the past.

“Who’s going to give her the ring back when we find it?” Baekhyun asks, and it’s like someone has stolen all the air from the room as soon as the words leave his lips.

“I am,” both Jongdae and Junmyeon answer at the same time, immediately turning to glare at the other in response.

“I’m her second in command, it would make sense for me to return it to her in the end,” Junmyeon explains.

“And I was the one who got her into this mess with the ring in the first place, so it would make most sense if I’m the one to return it to her,” Jongdae counters.

“You just want to make yourself look like the hero in her eyes,” Junmyeon narrows his eyes at Jongdae, a silent warning to not challenge him right now.

“Like you’re any different,” Jongdae scoffs, standing up from his seated position on the bench. “You’re just hoping she’ll tell you to keep the ring once you present it back to her.”

“Now wait just a fucking minute-” this time, its Baekhyun who stands, a fire lit behind his eyes as the six of them begin to argue over who will get to present you your ring once they get it back.

With each passing minute, their voices grow louder. So much so, that their shouting can be heard all the way from outside the room, though half of it is incoherent. By the time another person enters the room, Chanyeol has Sehun pinned against the wall, sparks are dancing along Jongdae’s fingertips as Junmyeon takes a fighting stance, and Baekhyun is reaching for his switchblade to point at Jongin’s throat.

“Enough!” Dahyun’s voice booms across the room, successfully startling the six men out of their blind rage. “Now, I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but you’re all acting like wild animals. No, even wild animals have more decency than you guys right now. There is a crisis going on here, the last thing we need is to be infighting with one another. Pull yourselves together! Go home and get some rest; take a breather and start fresh tomorrow. There are bigger things at play here than what meets the eye.”

At her words, they all straighten themselves out. Sehun, Chanyeol and Jongin hang their heads slightly in shame, while Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Jongdae all scowl.

“Good,” she nods once she sees that they’ve all calmed down somewhat. “Oh, and by the way, you two,” she motions to Jongdae and Jongin, “are cleared. Now, I repeat, go home and get some rest. We all need it.”

Without another word, she exits the room, leaving the six of them in a tense silence.

As each of them pack up for the evening, all of their minds are on one thing. Proving themselves to you by making sure that they are the only one to get your ring back for you.

Meanwhile, back at your place, you’ve just finished letting Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing in. Quickly locking your door once more, you turn to face the men now standing in your hallway, two with looks of awe on their faces as they take in your house.

“Damn, (Y/n), didn’t know you had a home away from home,” Minseok muses, quirking a brow at you playfully.

“Maybe we should ‘stay with Kyungsoo’ more often, too,” Yixing jokes, causing you to crack a tense smile.

“Surprise,” you chuckle humourlessly, motioning with your head for them to head to the living room so you can all talk.

“Have you-“

“Already triple checked for bugs and any possible changes to my security system,” you cut Kyungsoo off. “I found none, but you’re free to check while I fill these two in.”

A nod is all you receive from Kyungsoo as you make it to your living room and sit on the couch, motioning for both Yixing and Minseok to join you. It takes about ten minutes to fill the two of them in since they kept asking questions. That, and you kept having to explain how you have this house, and why Kyungsoo was the only one to know about it. By the time you’re done, Kyungsoo rejoins the three of you.

“The good news is I found nothing,” he confirms what you’ve already deduced, you nodding to him in thanks.

“That’s good,” Yixing says, turning back to look at you.

“Hang on, I’m still not done processing what you’ve just told me about Suho,” Minseok shakes his head in disbelief. “That bastard did what?”

“Pinned me against the wall and grabbed my thigh to wrap my leg around his waist,” you reply calmly.

Kyungsoo’s eyes flash, “you failed to mention the leg part in your explanation earlier.”

“Did I?” You huff. “My bad.”

“Well, it’s very clear that you’re no longer safe here,” Yixing says. “At least by yourself.”

“That much is for certain,” you huff, leaning back on the couch.

“You’re still safer here than with one of us at our place,” Minseok notes, hand coming up to hold his chin as he thinks.

“That’s true, but who’s to say Junmyeon won’t do the exact same thing his clone did?” Yixing observes.

“I think Junmyeon has a little more dignity than his clone,” Kyungsoo adds. “Or at least, a little more respect for his captain.”

“I’d say so,” you sigh, bringing your one hand up to rub at your eyes. “He said I have three days. That means we only have two and a half to find them before they come for me. If that at all.”

“Already working on it,” Kyungsoo replies, pulling out his laptop from his bag. “Though I haven’t found much since this morning.”

“What program are you using?” Minseok leans over, watching as Kyungsoo types away on his laptop.

The two of them start conversing back and forth, working out the best means to find the clones before something else happens. Yixing takes this time to move beside you on the couch, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft, expression showing nothing but concern for you.

“I will be,” you exhale a long breath.

“If those bastards so much as lay another finger on you…” he lets his threat linger in the air, eyes cold and unforgiving as they narrow at the wall.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Yixing,” you grin halfheartedly. “I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

“Either way, you shouldn’t be left by yourself anymore,” Minseok pipes up from beside Kyungsoo. You weren’t even aware he had been listening in.

“I agree,” Kyungsoo nods, not taking his eyes off of his screen for a moment.

“We should come up with a schedule then,” Yixing nods.

“Well, the others still think I’m staying at Kyungsoo’s place, so we have to time it so in case they go over to his place, he’s there when he’s supposed to be,” you comment, and you see them nod in understanding.

“So, night shifts?” Minseok turns to look at Kyungsoo, who glances up briefly and then proceeds to nod once before going back to focussing on his laptop. “Cool, then Yixing and I can rotate mornings and afternoons.”

“Sounds good to me,” Yixing says with a faint smile.

“You guys really don’t need to be doing this for me, you know,” you tell them, and you’re taken aback at the intensity of their stares as they all whip their heads to look at you.

“Of course we do,” Minseok replies, standing up from his position to come sit on your opposite side. “Your safety is our number one priority.”

“Okay, but I need at least one afternoon off per week,” you joke and they smirk along with you.

“Whatever you need, we’ll provide for you,” Yixing assures you, squeezing your shoulder lightly.

“Thanks guys,” you smile weakly, the stress of the whole situation weighing down on your shoulders even more so than before. Now, you can’t even be in your own home without worrying a clone will appear unannounced. “I really appreciate it.”

“Like we said,” Minseok pats your back reassuringly, “it’s no problem.”

The rest of the evening is spent finalizing the rotation schedule for the next three days. You’ve all agreed to take the next few days off just to be safe. Unless there’s an emergency, or something that one of them needs to grab, like equipment, none of you will be going into the compound for work.They’ll make sure nothing, no one can break into your house again. At least, not while they’re around.

The longer they spend with you, the better you feel. It’s nice to have the three of them there with you, not only for protection, but also for the company as well. If you were by yourself, you’d probably be extra paranoid right now. With good reason, too, for you have yet to notice that extra pair of eyes watching you, lurking just outside your house. Someone that your security system just can’t seem to pick up on.

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kdramalahhh · 3 years

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Review: 18 Again [An unfeigned tale of a selfless father]

No. of episodes: 16

Personal Rating: 9.5/10

I personally had the busiest time of my life trying to juggle law school with other things and when I had a short break last week, I planned to watch a drama. I intentionally waited until 18 Again to be done airing and my decision was absolutely right because if I were to watch the drama on going I’d suffer from just waiting for each episode to be aired and will most probably be more attached to the drama than I do right now.

Before I lay down my reasons why this drama is so good that i gave it nine and a half point, I want to tell how I feel right now post-18 Again (this is surely a phase). So, I managed to finish watching the drama in 3-4 days and after I closed the window of the last episode, I felt content but empty at the same time. Contented because the ending was so good and satisfying but at the same time the emptiness kicked in when I realised that I can no longer see these beautiful characters anymore. After the last episode, every time I listen to the OSTs, saw any clips especially the heartfelt ones; I’d cry and that’s just how impactful 18 Again was.

Synopsis:

The drama (based on the movie 17 Again) was basically started Hong Dae Young (Yoon Sang Hyun) and Jung Da Jung (Kim Ha Neul) facing a marriage problem which lead to a decision to get a divorce, at least for Da Jung. They live seperately at the moment, Da Jang with their children and Dae Young with his best friend whom he had known since high school, Go Deok Jin (Kim Gang-Hyun). Despite being high school lovers and were very passionate to achieve their dreams, Da Jung and Dae Young were at the cross roads when Da Jung got pregnant at the age of 18. They then decided do put a halt to their dreams and got married, for their twins, Si Ah ( Roh Jeong Eui ) and Si Woo (Ryeo Un). This might started with a whole decision to be responsible adults but as time goes by they started having regrets given that life has been hitting them so hard. Eventually, after 18 years they come to a decision to get divorce - which Da Jung insists, and could not change her mind when Dae Young had no idea why they were fighting that it became this messy. This made Dae Young so frustrated that his life turned out this way. Then he made his way to his high school gym; which is now attended by his children, to shoot some balls into the basketball ring. Out of habit, he made a wish to be young again and yes, you guessed right. His wish came true! The lights went out and when it turned back on he was in the body of 18 year old Dae Young (Lee Do Hyun).

Okay so now let’s just dive into the 5 reasons why this drama is so worth watching.

1. The plot growth and character development

I love how the plot was arranged. The writers absolutely know what they want to express in each episode episode. I like how the drama projects certain scenes from one character’s point of view and then reveals another character’s side of the story. The whole drama really wants to say that what you see is not entirely what you know. This results in a story so beautifully written, revealing one by one the things no one knows about a character. Their struggles and pain they hide from people they love just so that they won't be burdened by them, which does not necessarily resulted positively since misunderstandings occur now and then.

The characters’ development is something that should also be noted. In the beginning we see how Dae Young was a father and husband who regrets his decision for having to sacrifice his dream for his family. But, after getting the chance to be young again and to be able to do what he want - that is basketball. He started to realise his mistakes and this has opened his eyes as to what his dream actually is. Being able to only help and care about his family without them knowing who he is, was so painful for him since they really have the idea of not needing him anymore in their life. Same goes for Da Jung, at first she felt like Dae Young was changing, did not love her anymore and was pathetic. However, as time goes by some things came to her knowledge, her perspectives towards Dae Young changed. Other characters have their own story and growth as well but you guys should find them out yourselves.

2. Lee Do Hyun

When I say Lee Do Hyun carried the whole drama, I’m not even exagerrating. he potrayed his character as a young father who struggles to raise children and provide for his family. I think he touched my heart the most. I saw his behind the scenes and I can totally see his passion and the amount of effort he puts into his acting. The chemistry he has with other actors are exceptional maybe because of his bright personality. I just realised I have watched everything in his discography and I must say his acting has grown so much, he discovers and shows new sides of as well - through this character.

3. Double Second Lead Syndrome

This drama did not only made me choose between the two main male leads for Da Jung but also between the two student who like Si Ah. Ye Ji Hoon ( Wi Ha Joon) was competent, kind, handsome and smart. He’s a famous baseball player, he is everything you want in a guy! but I can’t help myself to get swooned by Dae Young as well. It was hard for me. but, between Goo Ja Sung (Hwang In Yeop) and Seo Ji Ho (Golden Child’s Bo Min), I was team Jiho since day 1 because I just can bring myself to like Jasung. I mean he bullied Si Woo so... although he had his moments, and changed later in the drama. All im saying is its fun to have these 4 male characters who are totally different and I enjoyed rooting for them.

4. The Production

This drama has amazing production quality. I love the transitions between adult and young Dae Young scenes. Also, how they made a lot of swoon worthy scenes so beautiful. The OSTs are amazing as well. I still listen to them. I want to give an appreciation to this drama for letting me discover new talents, the younger casts. They’re so good at potraying their roles. I really enjoyed every scene relatingn to students at Serim High. The fact that they give us extra clip (variety show kinda) after filming and they’re still in their characters was fun to watch as well. This just makes it harder for me to detach from the drama.

5. The Message

The writers for this drama really know what they’re doing. Every story, every role has its purpose. Each episode was totally necessary and I’d say has something to tell. This story is about second chances, sacrifices, passion and love. For me personally, I can no longer watch a drama solely for entertainment. I need something more to enjoy it. 18 Again gave me that. It made me rethink about how I treat my loved ones. Whether I appreciate them enough or if I ever consider their pain and sacrifices because you see, the world really does not revolves only around us. 18 Again also caters social issues like discrimination and sexual harrasment against women at workplace, school bullying, illegal college broker and many more. I also appreciate that they point out how children behaves differently to their parents and friends due to the expectations parents have on them. I think we all can relate to that.

All in all, 18 Again is a beautiful story about family rather than just about an adult who gets to live his young life again. i think thats all. took me almost a week to write this but yea. Hope you guys enjoy it and happy binge watching! Don’t forget to tell me what you guys think about the drama💞

- shaininn⭐

#kdrama #18again #leedohyun #hwanginyeop

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soundofseventeen · 4 years

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Can I Have This Dance? Pt. 8 (Kwon Soonyoung)

Hello! I realized today I said I would start posting the requests after this series finishes. And the series finishes tomorrow. So uh. I better work on those a bit. We hope everyone is having an okay day and that you’re all staying safe and healthy!! 💛

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About three weeks had passed, you now sitting in a cafe, looking around for Soonyoung. He was going to be meeting you soon. He said he had something he needed to talk to you about something, which he swore up and down was good. At least he hoped that it was good news. You also hoped this would be good news. You kind of hoped it was one specific thing, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up too high. It was probably something about a comeback or something.

You couldn’t help but feel very nervous while you waited. It wasn’t the same cafe as last time, but you could take in a lot of similarities between that cafe and this one. And the situation. Granted you weren’t dating Soonyoung or anything, but you had been spending a lot of your time with him and his members. Between Soonyoung and Jiwoo, you hardly had any time to yourself in the last three weeks. You knew they planned this, so you wouldn’t be alone and heartbroken, but it still kind of warmed your heart that they were both so concerned. You even had a couple days where you hung out with Soonyoung’s member Dino, who got really good at making you smile.

The first week was rough, where you kept replaying that day in your head, then your whole relationship, trying to figure out what went wrong. That week you always Jiwoo or Soonyoung by your side. But then the second week, you started to think about it a little less. You were able to focus on other things more. Your mind would usually go back to Daeho, but you were able to get it off of him for a while. Then this week, Soonyoung told a joke that made you laugh so hard you snorted, causing both him and Jiwoo to stare at you. When you asked why they were staring, they both said nothing, but had smiles on their faces.

You were healing. And with each day, you were realizing that maybe you didn’t need to be with Daeho as much as you thought you did. You missed him a lot, but maybe it was a good thing that he-

“Y/N?” You looked up, fully ready to give Soonyoung crap about being late, when your eyes widened.

“Dae… Daeho.” You said, freezing on the spot.

“Crazy running into you here…” He said, scratching the back of his head.

“Uh… Yeah, I guess.” You said, looking at your peach tea.

“How… How are you?” Daeho asked, you shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m alright.” You looked out the window, hoping that Daeho would leave before Soonyoung got here. You didn’t see Soonyoung out on the street, and now you were silently cursing him for being late. Hopefully he would get here soon.

“That’s good.” He said, standing awkwardly next to your table. You looked back at him, a little confused. He was never awkward. Ever.

“...How are you?” You asked, Daeho shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ve been better.” He said, you nodding. You pulled out your phone, seeing the last text from Soonyoung that he was excited to see you. Maybe you could just text him to meet your somewhere else? You started to type the message, standing up.

“Look uhm, I have to meet someone-” You started, Daeho looking at you.

“Actually, uh… I was kind of hoping to run into you…” He said, you raising an eyebrow, the half typed message remaining on your phone.

“You were?”

“Yeah, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something.” He gestured at the table. “Can we sit?”

You debated for a second, knowing you should probably say no and go find Soonyoung. But your heart still made you sit across from him, setting your phone on the table.

Soonyoung smiled at his phone, seeing you had agreed to meet him later. He finally decided he was going to do it. He was going to do this. He was going to tell you how he felt. He was going to tell you about how you managed to take his breath away just by looking at him. He was going to tell you about how you made his heart pound in his chest by just lightly touching him. He was going to tell you about how you took his heart, and while he should have had a problem with that, he really didn’t.

He wanted to wait until you had healed a bit more. He was fully prepared to tell you that if you weren’t ready, he wouldn’t pressure you into a relationship. You two could go at your pace. Even if you said you weren’t even remotely ready for a new relationship, he just needed you to know how he felt about you.

Soonyoung couldn��t help but think that maybe you had picked up on those feelings, or that you might just like him back. There was something about the looks you gave him, the way you linked your arm through his when you went places, he even noticed the way that your eyes followed him when you would be hanging out at dance practices. Jun tried to make it less obvious, by pointing out that clearly you were following him, which then caused the rest of the boys to break out into who you were following: you picked a new boy every day. But Soonyoung, and the rest of the boys, all saw how your eyes just watched him through rehearsals.

“Earth to Hoshi?” Seungcheol said, waving a hand in Soonyoung’s face. He looked up, smiling at his general leader. “What’s with you?”

“Nothing.” He said, going to put his phone away. Seungcheol was quick though, grabbing the phone, and glancing at the screen, managing to read a message before Soonyoung took the phone back.

“...You’re telling Y/N?” Seungcheol asked, Soonyoung looking at him.

“What?”

“You said you had something important to tell her. You’re telling her you have feelings for her, right?” Soonyoung stared at him, mouth open.

“How did you…”

“I’ve known you a while dude, I can tell.” Seungcheol grinned, Soonyoung closing his mouth. “Plus every time she’s here you go full heart eyes and go extra Hoshi mode. It’s kind of obvious.”

“It’s true.” Wonwoo contributed, Soonyoung looking towards him. Wonwoo just shrugged.

“Honestly, I’m surprised at this point that she hasn’t figured it out.” Seungcheol added, Wonwoo nodding at him. Soonyoung looked at his other members, who all also nodded in agreement.

“Wait, I was that obvious?” He said, the boys continueing to nod.

“Again, we’ve known you for a while.” Joshua said, patting Soonyoung’s shoulder.

“But, to be fair, we’ve only known Y/N a little less than Soonyoung, and it took him this long to figure out that she likes him.” Wonwoo said, Soonyoung looking at him.

“Yeah, she has had such a crush on you and the fact that you hadn’t noticed until now is just… Wow.” Seungcheol said, Soonyoung glaring at him.

“She was with someone else, okay…” Soonyoung muttered, putting his phone away officially.

“Hey, we think it’s great.” Jeonghan said, putting his hands in the air. “It’s about time someone else takes up your time. You know, more than she already does just being your friend.”

“Yeah, we hope it goes well.” Seungcheol said, smiling at Soonyoung. Soonyoung grinned at him back, suddenly starting to feel a little nervous.

“Yeah, me too…” Soonyoung muttered, shaking his head and getting into dance practice mode. He could worry about that later.

Soonyoung walked down the street, unable to ignore his nerves anymore. He got through dance practice okay, only kind of thinking about it. He started to think about it more after he showered, trying to decide what to wear. What do you wear to a confession? Do you dress up? Do you wear street clothes? Do you mix it up?

After 5 outfit changes, Seungcheol found Mingyu and had him pick the outfit, shoving him out the door as soon as he had it on so he couldn’t change it again.

At this rate he was going to be a little early (considering he got kicked out earlier than he planned), so he tried to walk slow. He figured if he was walking his nerves would be more controlled than if he was just sitting in the cafe waiting for you. But walking slowly only seemed to bug Soonyoung more, knowing he just wanted to get there and do this. He just wanted to know your answer.

As he walked, he spotted some flowers on the side of the road, and a thought crossed his mind. Should he bring flowers? You liked flowers, he liked to think he knew what kind of flowers would make you smile. Then at least you would walk away from today with some pretty flowers… Soonyoung looked at the time on his phone, figuring he had time to swing by the flower shop. Maybe he’d go to yours, it wasn’t that far. So he quickened his pace, taking a little detour. He should still be able to get to the cafe on time to meet you, hopefully you hadn’t gotten there early or something.

Except once Soonyoung got to the flower shop, he faced a new problem. He was pretty sure that any of the flowers there would have made you happy. So now he had to pick. He went back and forth, picking up bouquets and then starting to go the counter, turning around halfway there and putting them back and picking up a different bouquet and repeating the process again.

“Having trouble?” The cashier asked, Soonyoung looking at him. He smiled when he realized it was the same guy who was here last time.

“Kind of… Uhm… Listen, do you know what Y/N’s favorite flowers are?” He asked, the cashier raising an eyebrow. He thought for a second, smiling a bit and nodding his head.

“Well, Y/N likes all the flowers.” He said, Soonyoung letting out a sigh. “But, it depends on what the flowers are for?” He looked at Soonyoung, smirking a bit.

“Oh… Uh… Well I… I just… I was planning on… I wanted to…” Soonyoung stuttered, the cashier shaking his head.

“That’s what I thought. Those lil pink daisies should do the trick.” He said, pointing behind Soonyoung. He looked where he was pointing, nodding and going to pick up the bouquet and smelling it a bit. They did smell nice. He nodded, going up to the counter.

“She likes these?”

“Well,” the cashier said, typing on the register. “She always says how romantic it would be to receive these from a special guy when we get them in. I think they’ll work today.”

“Thank you.” Soonyoung said, paying him and taking the flowers.

“Good luck.” The cashier said, Soonyoung giving him a smile and nodding, waving as he left the store, now with the bouquet of flowers.

He walked down the street, occasionally sniffing the plants. The scent somehow calmed his nerves a bit, and he was feeling grateful he stopped to get them. He knew he was going to be a little late now, but hopefully you got that peach tea you liked and maybe a treat or something and wouldn’t be mad at him. Soonyoung finally saw the cafe up ahead, his stomach beginning to do flips with each step.

But with the nerves, he couldn’t stop smiling. He was about to do this. He was about to tell you how he felt and potentially start something amazing. It almost made him giddy to think about.

Soonyoung stopped outside of the cafe, taking a few deep breaths. He then turned to go to the door, stopping once his eyes landed on something that made his heart drop into his stomach.

You were already there, seated at a table, Daeho sitting across from you. You were looking down at your hand, which was currently being held by his. He couldn’t quite tell the look on your face, but Daeho seemed to be pleading with you about something with a smile on his face. Soonyoung knew he should be able to just go in there, since you had made plans and were expecting him, but instead he found himself turning and walking away. He tossed the flowers on the sidewalk, leaving them behind.

He couldn’t believe he had been so stupid.

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Title: Misconceptions

Pairing: Yeonjin/Eunjae (YeoJae)

Summary: Throughout the years they’ve been friends, everyone close to Yeonjin and Eunjae automatically assume they’re dating, and neither boy could quite place their finger as to why. (aka two times yeojae’s friends/loved ones assumed they were dating and one time they went along with it)

Previous Episode: One

2014

“I hope you’re ready to stay up all night long, because you don’t get a say in this.”

“What if I close my eyes longer than five seconds?”

“I’ll give you a kiss to wake you up like sleeping beauty!”

Eunaje snorted as he shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face as Yeonjin opened the door to his bedroom, letting out a tiny whine when the latter realized he didn’t clean up his room from the previous night.

“Looks like my Prince Charming isn’t all that charming, huh?”

Yeonjin turned around to look at Eunjae with an exaggerated frown, his eyes gleaming with a hint of playfulness that contrasted the way his bottom lip jutted out into a small pout.

“Okay, okay, you’re the perfect amount of charming.”

“Good!” Yeonjin exclaimed, patting Eunjae’s shoulder, before turning back around and rushing around his room to clean up after himself, leaving Eunjae to awkwardly stand by the doorway, not knowing whether to help or sit on the bed.

Both the boys had finished their training for the day at the company, and with the weekend coming right around, Yeonjin had invited Eunjae for a sleepover. They had been friends for about a year since they met in a practice room at Neostar, and spent most of their time hanging out before training and after training. Whether that was just meeting up at an arcade to play some games, or getting a bite to eat after they finished for the day.

Although they often spent time together outside of training, it was the first time either boy had invited the other over to his house.

“Just give me a second, I’ll be quick!” Yeonjin stated, picking up several pieces of his clothes scattered on the floor and yanking his closet door open before throwing it in. Eunjae only smiled at his friend, slowly leaning against the doorframe as he watched him run around frantically, finding the way he rushed while still maintaining his large smile adorable.

“Wow, Yeonjin didn’t guilt trip you into helping him clean?”

Eunjae’s head snapped backwards the moment he heard another voice in the hallway,

his eyes falling onto a boy that couldn’t have been much older than him, a grin attached onto his face as he walked towards Yeonjin’s room.

“Is that Daehyeon? If it’s Daehyeon, come inside and lock the door shut. I want to keep the demons out.”

“Yeonjin!” Daehyeon exclaimed, his grin only expanding as he gave Eunjae a small wave before peeking his head into Yeonjin’s room. “You shouldn’t be introducing your amazing big brother as a demon.”

“I would never describe Yeonu as a demon!”

“Ouch.” Eunjae eyed Yeonjin’s brother as he let out a sigh with a pained expression painting over his face as he clutched his heart as if it truly hurt. “That hurts, kid.” “We have a two year difference-”

“Yes, you’re two years younger so I can call you a kid when-” Dae’s sentence cut off when Yeonjin threw a pillow at the older’s head, trying to get him to stop as Eunjae fell into a fit of silent giggles as he noticed how Yeonjin stood there with an accomplished smile as Daehyeon grunted with a smile small dancing across his lips.

“Eunjae, right? Yeonjin talked a lot about you,” Dae mentioned, his eyes shifting from Yeonjin sticking his tongue out at him to finally introduce himself to the one who was awkwardly standing next to him right at the doorway, before leaning in close to Eunjae and motioning for the younger to do the same. “To be honest, he couldn’t really shut up about you.”

“Would it be boring of me to say hopefully all good things?”

“Hah!” Dae chuckled, reaching out to give Eunjae a gentle pat on his shoulder before nodding to the latter’s question, “The best of things. I was scared he was going to pack my stuff off when I was out and invite you to stay instead of me.”

“Don’t tempt me Dae!” Yeonjin sang out gently, the smile evident in the tone that radiated with his words, placing down his textbooks on his desk as opposed to their original position of being scattered around the floor.

“Yes, yes, I know, you’d love to replace little old me with your boyfriend.”

Eunjae choked on the breath he was inhaling, his eyes going wide all of a sudden as the smile flew from his face causing Dae to lose his grin for the first time in the night and reach over to pat the younger’s back.

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah?” Dae’s face had contorted into one of both concern and confusion, his eyebrows raising as he attempted to help Eunjae any way he could, his eyes jumping back and forth from him and his little brother. “Eunjae?”

“Eunjae isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Wait, what?”

“I never said he was my boyfriend.” Yeonjin was looking at Daehyeon with the most blank expression, his head slightly tilted as if he was trying to figure out why Dae would even ask that.

“Yeah...we’re not dating.” Eunjae said as he looked up at Dae with a blush tickling his cheeks, meeting the latter’s eyes once only to awkwardly shift away from them.

“But...you” the eldest pointed at Yeonjin his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You always end your phone calls with an ‘I love you’ to him.”

“Yeah, of course, I do love Eunjae, he’s my best friend!” Yeonjin said with a slightly quirked eyebrow as he crossed his arms, looking at his brother as if he was wondering if he could spit out anything else that would be ridiculous.

“You guys came into the house holding hands.”

“Friends can’t hold hands?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s what you inspected.”

“Inspected?”

“Yes. Like when the words you say have a meaning to them that doesn’t need to be said.”

“Implied?” Eunjae questioned, wondering if that was the word his friend was looking for.

“Same thing!”

“Uh…” Dae rubbed the back of his neck, a frown present on his as he looked at both boys before letting out a breathy chuckle. “Sorry then. I guess I just assumed. Anyways, I’m going out! I baked some cupcakes for you two-”

“Sweet!”

“Exactly.” Dae’s smile reappeared as he slipped on the leather jacket that had been in his hands, “Make sure you eat dinner first. Dad’s been cooking a few new meals he’s wanted to add to the restaurant that I’m sure he’s going to make you guys the testers.”

“That’s fine, any food is good food.”

Dae let out a bright laugh, as he nodded at Eunjae’s words as he stepped out of the bedroom before waving at the two friends and made his way out of the house.

“Wanna go eat now?”

“Sure,” Eunjae nodded as the two slowly made their way out of Yeonjin’s room. “We’re going to be eating down there or up here...boyfriend?”

“Well, my favorite boy that is my friend,” Yeonjin replied the humorous glint in his eyes mirrored by the grin on Eunjae’s face, the former wrapping an arm around Eunjae’s shoulder, “if my parents start asking too much we can just get up and eat in my room. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

2016

“Aw man, again? Can’t you guys keep the lovefest to yourselves?”

Yeonjin groaned as he simply turned his head around from Lian walking into the living room, his field of view now solely focused on Eunjae’s pink sweater.

“It’s not even a lovefest, I’m just tired!” Yeonjin grumbled.

The trio had just finished practice and decided to crash at Eunjae’s place, since it was the closest to Neostar’s building. Deoksu had left to go to his job, which neither of the boys knew how he could possibly manage after such a grueling training. Sehyun wanted to go home, as he had promised his parents to meet up for lunch, as they had spent a bit less time than usual due to all the training.

Their debut was coming up, and they were informed that it was set for the first quarter of 2017. Which was great in the sense that it finally gave all the boys the peace and comfort of knowing that all their hard work was going to pay off soon.

But it also meant the practice had become tougher as if there were any flaws or imperfections in the boys’ dancing, vocals, presence, or anything that they had been training, it was time to nip it in the bud and cease for it to exist.

And it was clear how much more difficult training had become just based on the appearance of the boys. Lian and Eunjae both had that look as if they stayed up several nights in a row studying for an exam that they were destined to fail regardless, the tiredness they were enduring becoming apparent in the slight increase of chances of being annoyed out of absolutely nowhere.

Yeonjin was more open about how tired he was, combatting the lecture Deoksu had given all five of them about how ‘even though they felt tired now, it would all pay off and make all of these negative feelings seem like a distant memory once they’ve debuted’.

To be quite frank, he didn’t really give a fuck for all of that at the moment.

His legs were sore, his whole body felt like if he moved another inch it would fall apart, and it he was only moments away from grabbing the closest object near him and pelting it at Lian if he decided now was the time to tease Yeonjin.

Laid out on the couch, he had quickly dragged Eunjae over and made the older sit before he placed his head comfortably on his lap, whining about how he didn’t know if he would make it out of the next few moments of this type of training alive.

“I’ll be patiently waiting for the day you guys finally confess your secret relationship!”

“Keep waiting, I’ll announce it on your deathbed.”

“That’ll be long from now, you sure you can keep it a secret for that long?” Lian teased, plopping down onto the seat adjacent to the couch, a grin on his lips as he took a sip of his protein shake,

“It won’t be too long if you keep bothering me.”

Eunjae snorted in laughter as he eyed the frustrated glare on Yeonjin’s face, his lips jutted out in a small pout with his eyebrows furrowed together making him look like a child who wasn’t allowed to eat dessert before dinner.

“Is that a threat? Eunjae calm your boyfriend down!”

“You’re evil, Lian.”

“You really are.” Yeonjin muttered as his fingers had softly held onto Eunjae’s sweater, his body just barely curling up a bit more around the latter. “Just because we’ve kissed doesn’t make us boyfriends.”

Lian put down his drink just as quick as his head snapped over towards the two boys, his eyes widened in absolute shock, the grin that had been dancing on his face morphing into a smirk that Eunjae could only roll his eyes at.

“You guys-”

“Be quieter, dear god.” yawned Yeonjin, the tiredness seemingly catching up to him as his eyes slowly closed, his words becoming a soft whisper.

“You guys kissed?” Lian whispered this time, his body inching closer towards Eunjae.

“Yes.”

“So I was right-”

“No.”

“No?”

“We didn’t kiss on a date or something, or like they do in movies when they realize their feelings, so keep the excitement down.” Eunjae stated, his eyes focused on the youngest who had slowly drifted into a state of sleep, his hand reaching out to run a hand through Yeonjin’s hair ever so gently, almost caressing his head.

“Then?”

“Neither of us had our first kiss. We decided to try it.”

When there was no snarky or humorous response for Lian, Eunjae looked up from Yeonjin only to be greeted by a shit-eating smile, Lian nodded to himself in an exaggerated manner as he threw out a wink the moment the two made eye contact.

“What?”

“You guys kissed.”

“Yeah, but not romantically, I just said that.”

“No, but because you guys are so comfortable with one another that kissing isn’t something out of the norm, huh?”

Silence rang throughout the house as Lian took another sip of his shake as Eunjae only stared at him, with eyes seemingly in a storm of different thoughts crashing against one another.

“I’m kicking you out.”

2020

“If we’re in the Big Apple, why isn’t there a Big Apple?” Yeonjin’s question was met with laughter emitting from his side, Eunjae covering his smile with his hand acting as if he had to cough.

“Buddy, I thought we explained this to you.” Eunjae only giggled more when he saw Yeonjin sneak a glare at him through the corner of his eyes, a frown fragmented onto his face as he opened the door to the diner and held it open for the older.

Empyrean Moon had decided to take a small vacation following the promotions of their repackaged album ‘SAVE ME’ after being told nothing was planned for them until the summer. The five of them had decided to take a trip to the United States, traveling from the west to the east coast together.

Eunjae and Yeonjin had broken away from the group when they had an off day (from Deoksu’s schedule, which consisted of things he researched to do in all the states they had planned to visit) and went out to visit Times Square once again and get something to eat afterwards, while the other three had gone to watch a broadway show.

“It still doesn’t make sense. I told my dad I was going to take a photo with it!”

“He went along with it?”

“I don’t think he had the heart to tell me otherwise.” Yeonjin sighed as he shook his head as the pair walked towards the front of the diner. “It’s like telling me the City of Lights isn’t just made up of lights.”

“Uh...Yeonjin?”

“I’m joking!” Yeonjin smiled as he gently shoved Eunjae who’s face when from a puzzled expression to bursting into a smile that mirrored his friend’s.

“Hello! Seating for two?”

Both boys had turned their attention to the hostess in front of them, Eunjae slightly sidestepping to stand behind Yeonjin.

While each of the Empyrean Moon boys had made their attempts in learning phrases and terminology for their trip abroad, Yeonjin’s language skills far outweighed Eunjae’s.

“Yes, please!” Yeonjin answered as he shifted back and forth on the heels of his feet, the bright smile he had only growing as the tone in his voice mirrored his confidence and pride in understanding and being able to reply in english.

“Great. Are you two here for the couples’ lunch special?”

The smile on Yeonjin’s face faltered, his feet stopping mid shift, as he felt Eunjae’s head peek out to look at Yeonjin’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you know what-uh,” Yeonjin whipped his head to look at his friend his eyebrows moving upwards, “couple means?”

Eunjae attempted to repeat the word Yeonjin was clearly confused over, but stuttered over attempting to enunciate it the same way, clearly showing his lack of knowledge over the word.

“Couple?” Yeonjin questioned the hostess in front of him, his head slightly tilting to the side as he looked at her.

“Oh!” she nodded before realizing what was happening. “A couple, uh, dating? Boyfriends? In love?”

Yeonjin’s mouth fell open in an ‘o’ shape as he watched the girl make a heart gesture with her hands, his head automatically nodding along as he finally realized what she meant.

“What is the special?”

“A larger than usual entree for a cheaper price!”

“Oh…” Yeonjin quickly grabbed Eunjae’s hands in his own, intertwining them before bringing the older’s hands up and leaning over to place a chaste kiss on his hand before grinning at the hostess. “Yes. We’re a couple!”

“Perfect. Just follow me.”

Yeonjin nodded and moved to follow her only for Eunjae to yank his hand back, Yeonjin finally turning to look back at his friend only to be met with a flushed face, Eunjae’s eyes widened at his friend’s actions.

“What was that?”

“She said there’s a special for couples.” Yeonjin stated with the utmost joy, giving his friend’s hand a gentle yet excited squeeze. “More food!”

“Oh...cool.”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

Eunjae only nodded and followed, his mind in a slight shock as to how quick Yeonjin was to go along with the prospect of them being a couple. The blush on his face only intensified as he felt his face heat up when he noticed how Yeonjin was still holding his hand just as tightly, trying to make a conversation with the hostess to show off his English.

Holding hands with him wasn’t something out of the norm.

Holding hands with him, and having his stomach start to flutter with butterflies was something Eunjae had never experienced before.

#kumokocnet #kocsociety #fake kpop #fake kpop idol #fake kpop group #oc kpop #oc kpop idol #oc kpop group #idol!au #idol!oc #g: empryean moon #c: yeonjin #c: eunjae #s: come see me #WHEN WILL THEY REALIZE #THEYRE ACTUALLY IN LOVE #dumb bitch one and dumb bitch two up to nothing but loving each other #and thinking its all platonic #yeonjin stop kissing people if you want it to be platonic!

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Descendants of the Moon

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Tag list: @chastja @multi-fan-trash @serpentityx @syublush @laadychat @whoissheff Dm me if you want to be on the tag list!

Word Count: 6,048

Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line

Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama

Tough Nut To Crack

Episode 14

Yoo Ji was informed that they wouldn't be attending the dinner, but rather they would sit in another room, and one of the secretaries was going to answer the questions. Yoo Ji rolled her eyes, so she couldn't get any dirt, this was going to be a very controlled press conference

An hour and a half pass and almost all the reporters have given up on getting any details on whether the representatives are going to come to an agreement on the separated families in their regions. Yoo Ji watched as the journalists fired away the questions and the secretary dodged the question and answered vaguely. Yoo Ji was planning on putting him on the spot so at least she can get an unplanned reaction to a slip-up. Before she raised her hand to ask the question, she felt her phone going, she sighed and silently left the room.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? I am coming to pick you up, something happened to Shi Jin” Gwang Nam’s voice was unstable, Yoo Ji could feel his panic as it seeped into her skin. The words he said finally registered.

“What happened?” Yoo Ji asked as she ran down the hallway to get to the main entrance.

“He got shot, he’s already at Haesung”

“Ok, I am coming down, I’ll send you the address” she hung up as she went into the elevator, it would lead her to the parking levels. Soon she reached the ground floor and the doors opened.

Yoo Ji was shocked but not surprised, Gwang Nam was standing with Cheol Ho talking to the Lieutenant Colonel. He glanced to the side, he did a double-take when he recognized Yoo Ji.

Yoo Ji ran over and tackled him into a hug, it made Cheol Ho smile softly before turning to the Lieutenant Colonel who looked uncomfortable and questioning. Cheol Ho leaned over and whispered an explanation.

“Reporter Mun and First Sergeant Lim are dating now” Cheol Ho informed his superior, he nodded and looked at them with slight distaste.

Woo Geun diverted the Lieutenant Colonel’s attention with updates on the condition of the victim.

“I just got a call from the hospital. The surgery on Senior Lieutenant Ahn just finished earlier.” Woo Geun’s eyes darted to Yoo Ji’s figure as she clung to his colleague, he mentally smiled but also understood how bad the situation would seem to Yoo Ji.

“I am fine” Gwang Nam mumbled into Yoo Ji’s neck, he had his arms wrapped around her as she hugged him tightly. Her feet aren't touching the floor since she basically jumped into him. He set her down, and finally looked at her face up close. She had worry lines on her forehead and she was biting her lip.

“What are you doing here?” Gwang Nam asked.

“The political dinner between South Korea and North Korea is on the 6th floor” Yoo Ji responded, she was finally feeling her panic subside but her worry was still there.

“What are you doing here?” Yoo Ji asked.

“Work” he answered abruptly, Yoo Ji nodded, she didn't question it further than that.

“Let’s go, Shi Jin should be awake by now,” Gwang Nam said as he bid his boss and Cheol Ho goodbye and they walked the car they came in with. Cheol Ho and Woo Geun had to stay behind to finish some more interviews and debriefing for the case.

“How fatal is the wound?” Yoo Ji asked as she got into the car.

“I am not sure, at first glance it looked bad, multiple gunshot wounds but Mo Yeon called Dae Young and told him that Shi Jin is awake and is fine”

“Were you close to the shooting?” Yoo Ji bit her lip, she knew that this might be sensitive information but her curiosity got the best of her.

“No, I was a long-range scout, Dae Young asked for assistance and that's when I found out” Gwang Nam responded as he pulled out from the parking lot, he had revealed too much information which is frowned upon but he felt the need to assure her that he was safe.

Yoo Ji nodded in response and looked out the window. She picked at her nails and bit her lip as she continued to think about Mo Yeon.

“Which hospital did he get transferred to?” Yoo Ji intertwined her fingers, she tried to stop herself from wallowing in anxiety.

“Haesung hospital” Gwang Nam responded as he laced his free hand with hers to give her a small comforting squeeze.

“Are you serious? Mo Yeon would’ve had a heart attack” Yoo Ji sucked her teeth, cringing at the image of a horror-stricken Mo Yeon.

“He’s fine, Mo Yeon sounds more pissed than anything” Gwang Nam replied. Yoo Ji was so into her head she didn't notice that they had arrived.

“That's her way of concealing that she was terrified” Yoo Ji closed the door as she told Gwang Nam.

“Well, it's a good thing he survived to help ease that '' Gwang Nam extended his hand so that she could grab it while he locked the car. Yoo Ji slowly felt her anxiety calm down and disappear into the depth of her mind.

“You guys need to be more careful” Yoo Ji reminded him.

“What happened to ‘Mun I-do-what-I-want Yoo Ji’? He teased. They made their way to the elevator to reach the floor Shi Jin and the North Korean Lieutenant were staying on.

Yoo Ji never had the chance to refute because they reached their destination. Yoo Ji could only roll her eyes and give him an uneasy smile.

They reached the room Shi Jin stayed at, as they walked in they heard Mo Yeon’s voice.

“Besides that patient, there is another patient whose life was just saved.” she scolded.

“I guess that patient just sees me as a doctor.” she continued. Yoo Ji breathed out a laugh as she felt herself completely relax. Mo Yeon’s attention snapped to Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam.

“Looks like everything is fine” Yoo Ji teased as she smiled at Mo Yeon who sighed in relief. Mo Yeon went to greet them.

“He’s going to be the death of me” Mo Yeon murmured as she rested her forehead on Yoo Ji’s shoulder. Yoo Ji laughed and rubbed her back.

“It’s okay, I freaked out too”

“It's not that big of a deal” Shi Jin tried to wave off when both girls looked at him with a hard glare.

“An hour ago, this doctor crossed hell after seeing her boyfriend wheeled into the emergency room for a cardiac arrest.”

“I am sorry.” Shi Jin lowered his eyes. Gwang Nam straightened his posture when he heard Mo Yeon mention a cardiac arrest,

“Is that all? How about an explanation? You don't have it this time either?” Mo Yeon’s cold tone cut through the air. Gwang Nam made eye contact with Yoo Ji, she seemed to be in as much shock as he was.

“Aren't you curious if I am okay?” Mo Yeon shook her head, her anger slowly returning.

“Even though you're affectionately asking about that friend whom you're not even that close to?” Mo Yeon mentions, this grabs Yoo Ji’s attention. Yoo Ji looked at the captain curiously, what happened that made him so reckless.

“Just you get better because I will kill you.” Mo Yeon threatened. A moment later, she sighed, all anger draining out of her and Mo Yeon just looked resigned. She pulled out a small container, Yoo Ji almost missed it if she wasn't watching the couple like a hawk.

“Maybe I shouldn't give this to you either.” she was about to hand him a container. But before she could explain what was in it, the door opened and a nurse and Chi Hoon rolled in Lieutenant Ahn followed by two men in suits. Mo Yeon pocketed the container again.

Yoo Ji watched as they wheeled the unconscious soldier next to Shi Jin’s bed. She looked at Gwang Nam and raised an eyebrow, he shrugged. Chi Hoon and the nurse excused themselves.

“Power of unity.” Dae Young said as he and Woo Geun arrived, Yoo Ji suspected it didn't take long to debrief as they had limited information.

“From this point on, I will control this patient's room. We will put an access restriction on medical personnel as well.” Dae Young informed Mo Yeon, Dae Young didn't reveal anything more than what he said. Yoo Ji mentally groaned these men are so hard to get information out of indirectly and directly. Yoo Ji wondered why they needed to restrict the area so much when one of their own is in the same room as the North Korean.

“We ask for your cooperation.” Mo Yeon nodded and excused herself to check on another patient. Dae Young moved his eyes to Yoo Ji but his expression was blank.

“I know, I’ll leave by myself, no need to escort me” Yoo Ji waved off before he said anything. Restricted access was especially for reporters trying to get information and she was a reporter.

“Feel better, but if you scare us again, I’ll kill you” Yoo Ji smiled at Shi Jin and gave him a side hug as she threatened him.

“First Sergeant Lim, you're on guard duty starting 1400” Dae Young informed Gwang Nam. he nodded and followed Yoo Ji out.

“I’ll be in the cafeteria if you need me,” Gwang Nam told Dae Young as he closed the door. Cheol Ho was standing guard outside the door, Gwang Nam nodded at him and followed Yoo Ji to the elevator to head down to the cafeteria.

“Have you had lunch?” Gwang Nam asked.

“Not really, I didn't have time before I was preparing for the press conference,” Yoo Ji said.

As they walked through the lobby they saw Chi Hoon, the nurse from before, and another doctor. Yoo Ji knew her from her times hanging out at the hospital, Kim Eun Ji was rude and underqualified to be a doctor, she just had many connections to higher-ups that she got her professorship.

“There's a rumor going around that the patient is a North Korean soldier.” the nurse said.

“But can we treat a North Korean person?” Eun Ji questioned.

“Of course, we should. He's injured. We took an oath.” Chi Hoon responded, typing on the computer. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow, oh she has to listen to this conversation. She grabbed Gwang Nam’s hand and steered him towards the desk instead of the cafeteria. Gwang Nam asked where they were going but Yoo Ji just shrugged and told him they still had a few hours before he started his shift.

“I have to listen to this” Gwang Nam rolled his eyes but smiled, her tendency to sneak and eavesdrop made him worry but also laugh at how easily she is distracted by it. Gwang Nam was surprised when they didn't hide and instead went to greet Chi Hoon.

The doctor ignored Yoo Ji but her eyes focused slightly on Gwang Nam. Yoo Ji could tell she was zeroing in on her victim, she mentally cackled. Kim Eun Ji faked disinterest and continued her conversation with Chi Hoon.

“Aren't you scared? He even came in all bloodied from gunshot wounds. It wasn't because he got drunk in the broad daylight and hit himself on a billboard.”

“We saw even worse things in Urk.” Chi Hoon greeted Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam back and turned to his computer nonchalantly.

“All the soldiers blocked at gunpoint.” Chi Hoon added, looking at Eun Ji with unwavering eye contact. He didn't glance at Gwang Nam as he mentioned the soldiers, since you know, he was one of them and they weren't allowed to bring it up to other civilians. Yoo Ji peeked at Gwang Nam’s reaction, he had a very neutral face, she mused, he was trained well. She wasn't surprised but she was amused because Chi Hoon stood up and mimed a gun pointing at Eun Ji.

“Going, "power of unity" and "power of unity" while the guns are "click-click" loading.”

“‘Hands off. If you move, we'll shoot.’” he repeated the words of the Arabian president’s guard. Yoo Ji smiled in amusement, while Gwang Nam was trying to hide his chuckle.

“You're lying! Where do you think you're selling medicine?” Eun Ji scoffed and rolled her eyes. Yoo Ji narrowed her eyes.

“He’s not lying,” she stated while looking her straight in the eyes.

“I'd like to give it a whack.” Nurse Ha joined their conversation, glaring at Eun Ji while setting her tray down on the counter.

As Yoo Ji was going to add something to the conversation, she was cut off by Doctor Sang Hyun’s shout for Nurse Ha, as he slowed his run to a jog he pushed Eun Ji aside to get to Nurse Ha. Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji had to stifle their laughs at how offended the girl was. Eun Ji huffed and left to stand a little further away.

“I heard you were held hostage. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he fretted over the nurse. Nurse Ha rolled her eyes and shook him off.

“Where is that punk? I'm going to kill him halfway!” he threatened, but it was like a mouse threatening a lion, harmless.

“Dr. Song is bringing him back to life from being half dead.” Nurse Jae Ae informed him with a deadpan tone.

“The patient I operated on was him?” Doctor Song dropped his dramatics and loud volume as well. He asked with his eyebrows furrowed as if he really didn't know about that, which he didn't.

“Ow, Heo Jun. (Most famous physician during Joseon period) Ow, Schweitzer. (Dr. Albert Schweitzer)” Sang Hyun slapped both of his cheeks then held them as he whined, Nurse Ha scoffed softly and patted his head.

“Why didn't you react like that when I got kidnapped?” Yoo Ji teased Gwang Nam, she kept her voice low so only he could hear her. Gwang Nam raised an eyebrow.

“Because you had them at gunpoint. You didn't even need me to rescue you!” he said with a tone of disbelief.

“You’re right but it would’ve been nice” Yoo Ji responded, grinning at the tall man beside her.

“I thought you didn't want someone to fawn over you, you said you wanted ‘a cool and casual romance’” Gwang Nam pointed out. Yoo Ji chuckled, she did say that to him at some point.

“Yes but this was then when every step we took was dangerous and we were living on the edge, but now that would be nice, we're back to domesticity.” Yoo Ji sarcastically explained. Gwang Nam laughed, wrapping an arm around her as he leaned to kiss the top of her head. They started to finally head back to the cafeteria.

“Alright, I will become what you wish, including the protective boyfriend if we meet your ex-boyfriend” Gwang Nam smirked, while Yoo Ji shook her head at his cheekiness. Immediately, as if God was waiting for Gwang Nam to say that, Yoo Ji recognized Min Yoon Gi. as in the Min Yoon Gi that made all three military men planning his murder. Yoo Ji’s eyes widened, she grabbed Gwang Nam’s arm and tried to steer him away from that direction.

“You still have a few hours before your shift, let's go out to eat.” Yoo Ji excused her as she tried to get him out of the cafeteria as fast as she could before Yoon Gi recognized her.

“I don't have that long to be able to leave and come back, I only have an hour,” Gwang Nam said, looking at his watch. Gwang Nam was very confused about why his girlfriend was dragging him out of the hospital so adamantly until he heard a man’s voice call her name.

“Mun Yoo Ji!” Yoo Ji cringed, slowly turning around to acknowledge the man she was trying to escape.

“It’s been a while!” the man said, smiling at Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam.

“It has, how have you been...Yoon Gi?” Yoo Ji tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. Gwang Nam finally understood why she was acting so weird. He started chuckling at the irony. This is her ex-boyfriend, the one they were talking about in Urk. He had mixed feelings, he didn't know whether to be protective like he was joking or to smirk in the satisfaction that he looked much better in all aspects than her ex-boyfriend. He eventually relaxed and wrapped an arm around Yoo Ji with a lazy smile on his lips. He could feel the tension in Yoo Ji’s shoulders.

“Uh… Yoon Gi this is Gwang Nam; my boyfriend, Gwang Nam this is Yoon Gi, Mo Yeon, and Myung Ju’s classmate” Yoo Ji introduced.

“Hello, nice to meet you” Yoon Gi smiled politely, extending his hand for him to shake.

“Likewise” Gwang Nam curtly but still politely responded, shaking his outreached hand. Gwang Nam made sure to squeeze a little harder than normal, just to deliver a message; I know you more than you know me. This of course didn't slip from Yoo Ji. she chuckled awkwardly and gripped Gwang Nam’s arm to make him let go.

“Well, it was great to see you again! But we both have an appointment so we have to go” Yoo Ji excused. She nodded her head at the man and smiled before she pulled Gwang Nam away from her ex-boyfriend, breaking the weird staring contest they were engaged in.

“I had nothing to worry about,” Gwang Nam said after they were a good distance away from the man.

“What do you mean?” Yoo Ji asked, scrunching her nose.

“He’ll be easy to dispose of” was his only reply to her question. Yoo Ji shook her head and hit his arm.

“You are not assassinating him!” Yoo Ji whisper-yelled at him, although her tone told him that she was joking around like he was.

“He needs to become important enough to be assassinated, we’ll stick to disposing”

“Who are you going to kill?” Mo Yeon asked as they reached the hallway which Gwang Nam needed to guard in ten minutes.

“We met Min Yoon Gi at the cafeteria so we never got lunch.” Yoo Ji grumbled.

“Why is he here?” Yoo Ji asked Mo Yeon with narrowed eyes.

“He does work here,” Mo Yeon said, cringing as her eyes pivoted to Shi Jin’s room.

“What? Since when?” Yoo Ji’s jaw slightly slacked.

“I am not sure, I think he got transferred before we came back from Urk” Mo Yeon fidgeted with her fingers.

All of their attention gets diverted when the Chairman makes an appearance with his secretary. Gwang Nam takes a straight stand and stands in the middle of the hallway. Cheol Ho behind him taking a similar stance.

“Move aside.” the Chairman stated, “I said to move! How many hospitals are there in Gangnam that you have to raise such a fuss at Haesung Hospital? Especially at the most expensive hospital!” he ended up yelling and totally losing his cool, but then again the Chairman was never known as a collected man in times of trouble.

“We are carrying out official government business. We ask for your cooperation.” Gwang Nam responded with a blank expression, but Yoo Ji could tell there was annoyance in his eyes.

“This is the document that the army sent.” the Chairman’s secretary pulled out the piece of paper from his folder. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow when the Chairman didn't take it.

“It's being done out of order!” he turned and gritted his teeth at the other man. The Chairman turned to Mo Yeon and huffed.

“Who on earth is Dr. Kang's boyfriend that they are doing official duty just because he is injured? And what about the man who was brought in with him?!”

“Did the two of them fight? Who won?” he asked, looking curious.

“I am not sure” Mo Yeon nervously let out a soft laugh to try to ease the tension between the two men.

“Ah, he lost. He lost. I can see he lost. Who hasn't been to the army, saying he can fight.” the Chairman interrupted her while waving his hand around. He sounded so proud of himself. Yoo Ji mentally snorted, the Chairman only got his position because of family, if he didn't have that he would never be qualified for that position, he was too gossipy and had a very sensitive ego. Although, Yoo Ji guesses that men in power usually have sensitive egos and very short tempers.

“You were in the army?” his secretary asked, surprised. Yoo Ji had to stifle her chuckle.

“What do you take me for?”

“The exempt” Yoo Ji had to chuckle at that, the Chairman glared at her. She shrugged her shoulders, he could not fire her, she didn't work for him.

“Keep Silent, please” Gwang Nam sighed as the quarreling men’s voices got louder.

“You keep the silence. This is my hospital,” he shouted at the end. Yoo Ji was surprised at how much shouting he’s doing considering how close the VIP Ward is, if one of his important patients came out to see what was causing such ruckus, he would kneel on the ground and apologize for disturbing them. Yoo Ji mentally rolled her eyes, he really doesn't learn, she’s already seen him do that before.

“You should take responsibility and settle this.” he pointed at Mo Yeon, who looked shocked and then pointed at herself.

“Be it as a guardian or as the physician in charge.” she didn't say anything, she just nodded and bowed as he left. He stopped and turned around again, this time his gaze aimed at Yoo Ji.

“I will get you banned from this hospital grounds next time you decide to tell people that I have illegitimate children” he growled out, glaring at her. Yoo Ji tipped her imaginary hat and flashed him a grin.

“Noted.”

A few days later, Yoo Ji was visiting Mo Yeon at the hospital when she was able to sneak past the soldiers posted in front of Shi Jin’s room. She was about to greet him but a quick look at his surprise and panic told her that the room was bugged. She signaled Shi Jin that she understood and stood by the window, further away from the foreign patient. She had to admit it was tempting to try to figure out what his deal was, but she knew that it wasn't her place. Mo Yeon walked in, she looked surprised and was about to ask how Yoo Ji got in but a quick shake of Yoo Ji’s head and a ‘sh’ from Shi Jin told her that no one should know about her being inside.

But that quickly changed when Gwang Nam stepped into the room and raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend. Yoo Ji sighed in defeat and started making her way to the door but Gwang Nam held her arm and told her quietly that she can stay as long as she doesn’t speak about this.

Mo Yeon was doing routine checks on the Lieutenant and talking with him, well more like talking to him since he still gave no responses. Knowing Mo Yeon, she was probably scolding him for his injuries.

“There's also another person like that here in the South.” she continued, “That person who has his senses elsewhere.” she glanced back at Shi Jin who looked more interested in his covers than her gaze. Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji looked at them with amusement. Gwang Nam has come to stand next to Yoo Ji while they watch the interaction between the couple

“And I wasn't going to say this...That soldier guy that we saw in Urk.”

“Who are you talking about?” Shi Jin tilted his head in confusion.

“You know the one that chewed me out for performing surgery on the dying patient, that rockfish-looking mister who put you in punishment.” Yoo Ji’s eyes widened as Mo Yeon kept talking and insulting their Lieutenant Park Byung Soo.

“I saw earlier how he was asking our medical staff this and that about injection drugs and pills. Are we his subordinates or something?” Yoo Ji grabbed onto Gwang Nam’s arm and buried her face into his shoulder to stop herself from laughing so hard. The room was bugged and she had no doubt that Lieutenant Park Byung Soo was listening to Mo Yeon rant on how rude he is. Yoo Ji glanced at Gwang Nam and found him trying to conceal a smile.

“Why does he treat us whichever way he pleases…” Shi Jin swiftly got up and pressed his hand onto her mouth. He gestured for her to stay quiet. Shi Jin then took her pen from her coat pocket and started scribbling on her hand something. Yoo Ji would guess he’s telling her that the room was bugged. She mouthed the words ‘what do I do?’ and Shi Jin told her to keep talking. Mo Yeon looked at Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam were their panic in her eyes. Yoo Ji smiled in encouragement but she felt tears because of the strain of control she has to have right now.

“So what I mean is that the soldier guy probably knows what's going on by now, right?” she sounded incredibly loud. Yoo Ji shook her head and realized that the Lieutenant will probably head their way any time now. She tugged onto Gwang Nam’s arm and told him she had to go. She kissed his cheek and waved goodbye to the couple.

“He probably knows that I am so glad to see him.” was the last thing she heard Mo Yeon sputter out.

Later on that week, Yoo Ji went back to the hospital to talk to Mo Yeon, she needed the medical records of the victim again. Something was fishy, either, the profiling was off or the suspects had split personality order. These people don't behave suspiciously at all, the parents are mourning quietly but still living their lives, the sister seems to have always been jittery and anxious even when her brother was alive so there's no change in her behavior. As for the cousin, Yoo Ji knows he’s committing insurance fraud but she has no idea how he murdered the victim. He fits the profile of fraud but not a murderer.

As she exited the elevator, she saw the hallway was a mess. She managed to grab Cheol Ho as he passed her but didn't notice her.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“The foreigner tried to escape last night” he hurried down the stairs. Yoo Ji was confused about how he managed to even leave his bed. When she was in the room the last couple of days he was handcuffed to the sickbed.

Yoo Ji went to knock on the door but one of the guards stopped her.

“The North Korean is gone, you have no reason to keep this room unavailable. I am here to see my friend” she dismissed him. The guard knew she was right but he was instructed to keep everyone out to preserve the ‘crime scene’.

“Do you know what a hard time the Chairman is giving me asking who broke that?” Mo Yeon scolded Shi Jin. Yoo Ji’s eyes gravitated to the gaping hole in the window. It was letting in a nice breeze, different from the smell of disinfectant.

“Where is the chairman? Why is he recklessly holding on to someone else's woman? ” Shi Jin asked with a serious face.

“In his office, if you plan to ‘talk’,” Yoo Ji interrupted them while setting down her bag, and smiling at Mo Yeon.

“Because my boyfriend got admitted to the hospital with a North Korean soldier.” she shut him down pretty quickly. Mo Yeon turned to Yoo Ji and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” he responded, sounding defeated.

“What did you need?”

“I need Lee Eun Ki’s medical records,” Yoo Ji asked, putting on her best innocent face that she can muster.

“You already got them before, why do you need them again?” Mo Yeon questioned.

“I think I missed something, the murder doesn’t fit either of the suspects and we have no other leads,” Yoo Ji said with a hint of desperation, this case was taking too long, Yoo Ji can’t wait until she is done with it. It’s going to be a bomb-ass article that’s for sure.

“I don't know where to do with either of you” Mo Yeon sighed as she went to the computer in the corner of the room and pulled out the medical records. Yoo JI looked at it again, squinting her eyes. Name, age, height, blah blah, illnesses, and diseases; congenital defect, broken bones, and hospital visits. Yoo Ji huffed and ran her hand in her hair.

“Mo Yeon, what counts as a congenital disorder? Usually, they identify it but they didn't include it,” Yoo Ji asked.

“We haven't researched all the congenital disorders, so they probably just classified it under congenital disorder without knowing specifically what the side effects are” Mo Yeon leaned towards the computer from behind Yoo Ji.

“The patient didn't exhibit any side effects, maybe they misdiagnosed” she shrugged.

Mo Yeon’s phone started ringing, she looked at it and sighed, she turned around and addressed Shi Jin, who was just watching Mo Yeon talk to Yoo Ji about the victim.

“I'll be back in two hours, so finish getting the IV and just wait. Try running away somewhere...” Mo Yeon lightly threatens. Shi Jin nodded obediently. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow. Mo Yeon left and immediately Shi Jin asked her when she was going to leave.

“You're going to do something illegal, aren't you?” she questioned.

“No, I am not going to do something illegal” he got his phone and looked at it. A few minutes later Gwang Nam walked in and looked at Yoo Ji with a smile.

“Alright, I get it. you didn't need to text him to come to get me out, whatever you're going to do, just don't get caught or killed. And tell me the details that you can later” Yoo Ji sighed and collected her bag and made her way to the door.

“As payback for my silence”, she opened the door and waved at them.

Gwang Nam caught up with Yoo Ji outside of the room. “Hey, wait up”

“Hm? I thought you were staying,” Yoo Ji responded, waiting for him to catch up to her.

“I can still walk you to your car.” he offered, Yoo Ji smiled and resumed walking again.

“How’s the case going?” Gwang Nam asked.

“It's going fine, were tailing two suspects, we have an idea of what the motive might be but it’s not all clear just yet”

“What do you mean? Something is not adding up?”

“Yeah, both our suspects don’t fit in the profile of how the murder happened, so either there’s a missing link or there’s a third suspect that was totally missing” Yoo Ji filled him in on the gist of what’s happening right now. Rae Wook and Hwa Dong were tailing the sister of the victim and the cousin respectively. Yoo Ji just had to find the motive and link it back to the murder.

“How did the victim die?” Gwang Nam asked as they got into the elevator.

“Blunt force trauma to the back of the head. No defensive wounds, only a couple on his hand but they were old and have no significance to the case.” she dismissed the small detail.

“So he knew his attacker then?”

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything, both our suspects are related to him. Eun Yong is too meek and cowardly to hit him, and Young Won is an M.E. who has no history of violence” Yoo Ji paused, biting her lip, she watched as the numbers went down as they descended level by level.

“The victim is much stronger than his cousin, so I doubt it was the cousin” Yoo Ji groaned.

“I think there is something I am missing”

“Maybe the victim had a heart attack and tripped and hit his head” Gwang Nam joked lightly, trying to ease Yoo Ji. Yoo Ji paused her lip biting and looked at Gwang Nam with a new light.

“Actually… you might be right. I have to check something” Yoo Ji pulled out her phone and dialed Hwa Dong. Yoo Ji bid Gwang Nam goodbye again and told him she’ll call him if anything happens.

“Hello?” his voice called out as Yoo Ji got into her car.

“I think I found the connection between the insurance fraud and the murder”

“And what would that be?”

“Do you have visuals of the two suspects?” Yoo Ji went out to the bus stop in front of the hospital and waited for the next ride.

“Yes. What’s wrong? What did you find out?” Hwa Dong asked.

“The murder was an accident, I’ll tell you the details when I arrive, make the arrest for insurance fraud and accidental murder” she hung up and scanned her bus pass as she went to the police station.

The North Korean soldier is back with the secretary of state. The secretary opens the window and there's a sniper positioned to shoot the NK soldier in the heart. The lieutenant lunges at the secretary of state and gets shot at in a long rage. The secretary goes to meet the representative from South Korea and he gets arrested on his way out. It turns out that Lieutenant An and Shi Jin (including the Alpha team) conspired against the secretary of state and took over the snipers and were able to save Lieutenant An and found the password to the micro USB. Shi Jin scrambles to go back to the hospital before Doctor Kang finds out he left.

Yoo Ji was in the lobby talking with Doctor Song and Nurse Ha when she saw Myung Ju leaving the elevator when Myung Ju pivoted and hid behind a wall. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow at her weird behavior. Yoo Ji hadn’t seen the first Lieutenant since the ’no nights and three days’ and she looks like she hasn’t had a good night's sleep. Yoo Ji was squinting, she was a little further away, but Myung Ju was pale and slumped her shoulders. Almost a minute after her eyes found Dae Young running out of the elevator looking frazzled and looking around. Yoo Ji’s eyes gravitated towards Myung Ju’s hiding spot. He stopped and turned around and stood right behind Myung Ju’s shadow.

“What do you think is happening between those two?” Nurse Ha asked leaning against the wall.

“From what I can tell...They had a fight, and First Lieutenant Yoon broke up with him. But it was for Sergeant First Class Seo's sake.” Doctor Song said cryptically.

“That’s oddly specific” Yoo Ji responded, but he seems to be right (bc the directors were laughing the background)

“That's why First Lieutenant Yoon can't lose. Because First Lieutenant Yoon is a good woman.” he continued, looking dreamily into Nurse Ha’s eyes, ignoring Yoo Ji completely. She didn't mind, she was in a good mood. She finally closed the Armadillo case and she had two days off. It was amazing breaking it down to Hwa Dong and Rae Wook.

“From what I can tell...Sergeant First Class Seo knows where First Lieutenant Yoon is hiding. He wants to hold onto her but he doesn't. He wants to hold onto her but he doesn't. Because Sergeant First Class Seo is a good man.” Nurse Ha stated, responding to Doctor Song’s deductions.

“What are you doing this evening? If nothing special, come shopping with me.” Doctor Song closed his little container of almonds while looking so serious that it made Yoo Ji chuckle at the hilariousness of it.

“What are you buying?” Nurse Ha asked. Yoo Ji laughed and waved them goodbye, she headed up to meet up with Gwang Nam.

Time skip and Mo Yeon go to hang out with Shi Jin for the night and they fall asleep watching a movie.

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another sunrise.

For a fourth anon! Jongdae + 99. “This bath is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

Masterlist

One look at you, and your husband knew that it had been a long day. In fact, this had been one long day in a week full of equally long days. Add onto that the cold that was starting to manifest at the back of your throat, and the stress of a new work routine. You were surprised and relieved that you had managed to make it through the events of today.

“Hey babe, how was work?” Jongdae asked, sneaking a kiss to your forehead as you slipped out of your coat.

“Crazy. Frustrating.” You groaned as you kicked off your boots. “I’m just glad it’s the weekend. I missed you.” When Jongdae tried to kiss you on the lips, you stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Wait, Dae. I can literally feel a cold coming on.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Jongdae pouted when he ran into your hand once more, settling for a side hug instead.

“That’s gross,” you said, wrinkling your nose. “And plus, I feel like we just got over that stomach flu you brought home, and I’d really like to avoid a repeat of that again.”

“Aw, I’m sorry babe. How can I help you feel better?”

“Unless you can make my work schedule and cold disappear, and whisk me off to a sunny island somewhere, I don’t think there’s much that’ll make me feel better.” A cough cut you off, Jongdae instantly jumping back in surprise.

“What about a warm bath? And afterwards, we can eat some takeout or something.”

Narrowing your eyes, you studied your husband’s face, his smile much too innocent for your liking. You weren’t really a bath person, something that both of you were aware of. “You just want an excuse to get me naked.”

Jongdae shushed you, gently pushing you towards the restroom. He wouldn’t hear of you helping out in any way, requesting that you lie down while he got the bath ready. The sounds of him bustling around in the bathroom with the steady stream of running water in the background were enough to have you drifting off to sleep. It was only when Jongdae gently shook you awake did you remember where you were and what was going on.

You let Jongdae guide you towards the restroom, woodenly stepping out of your clothes while Jongdae collected all of the pieces and threw them in the laundry basket.

“Okay, hop in babe.”

You eyed the steaming tub of water, highly suspicious that you and Jongdae had two different definitions of what a “warm” bath was, but you trusted him anyways. Holding onto the edge, you slipped one foot in, cringing as the rest of your body followed. “This bath is too damn hot.” You hissed as your elbows touched the surface of the water, quickly bringing them up and resting them on the edge of the tub.

“See, this is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

“Excuse me, I’m the whiny one here?” You reached into the tub, grabbing a handful of water before splashing it onto Jongdae’s hair.

Your husband screamed, backing away as he tried to shake the water out. “Okay, okay, I see your point.” He scowled as you hid your smile behind your hand, your shoulders trembling with laughter.

“So what’s next on your list? Strawberries and champagne while you massage shampoo into my hair?”

“Hm, I’m not so sure about the first two, but I can definitely give you that massage.”

And so, for the next ten minutes the two of you sat in calm silence, the only sounds being that of tiny waves of water splashing against the sides of the tub every time you moved around. You relaxed against the wall of the tub, facing away from Jongdae as he massaged your neck and shoulders.

“Dae?”

“Hm?” Jongdae’s fingers were brushing through the ends of your hair, detangling the strands in the water.

“I’m sorry I’ve been all cranky this week.”

“Babe, it’s fine. I know you haven’t been feeling like yourself lately.” His fingers moved from your hair to your face, tracing lines across your features. One finger went down the slope of you nose, leaving a trail of water of in its wake.

“I know, but still. I really appreciate everything that you do for me. I love you.”

Jongdae smiled, bending down to kiss one cheek, and then the other. His grin grew wider as you smiled up at him, you face upside down from your position in the tub. “I love you too.”

“You know what would make this even better?”

Jongdae hummed curiously, hands pausing over your shoulders.

“If you were in here with me.”

In a flash, Jongdae was standing up, shuffling out of his clothes and dropping them onto the floor.

“Wait, wait,” you rushed to say, sitting upright. “We’re just taking a bath though, no funny business tonight.”

“Okay,” Jongdae replied without hesitation. “Scoot over,” he murmured, gasping as his skin hit the water. “Okay, so maybe the water is a little too hot,” he admitted meekly.

With a giggle, you moved to the other edge of the tub, both of you sitting face-to-face, knees and legs bumping into each other in the middle. “When’s the last time we did this?” you wondered.

“Took a bath together? Never, unless you’re thinking of someone else,” Jongdae added, one brow raised in confusion.

“No, I meant just spending time with no distractions, not even with the TV on in the background. When’s the last time we just took a break from the world and pretended like we were the only ones that existed?”

Jongdae slid further down in the water as he thought, his chin brushing against the surface and sending ripples across the surface. “I don’t know. Its been a while though, huh? I don’t think we’ve been this relaxed for a while.”

“How was work for you today?” you nudged his toes with your own, giggling when he jolted up in surprise at the sensation.

“It was okay, I’ve had better days though.” Jongdae went into detail about a student who had walked into his lecture hall almost half an hour after the exam started and demanded that he let them take the test. “I mean, I would’ve understood if their car had broken down or their mom was in the hospital or something, but I had literally just seen them sitting outside a Starbucks with their friends before class started. These kids get more insane with each passing year,” he huffed out indignantly.

“I’m sorry.” You reached out for his hand under the water, giving it a light squeeze as you consoled him. “It’s not fair that some of them try to take advantage of how kind you are.”

“It’s not. But hey, that’s part of the job I signed up for. Lots of papers to grade, exams to proctor, kids who think they know it all because they’re in college.”

You motioned for Jongdae to turn around, moving closer and grabbing one of the shampoo bottles from the shower caddy. “I guess we both really needed this bath tonight,” you said as you began massaging shampoo into his scalp.

Jongdae sighed happily, eyes closing as you continued to wash his hair. “Thank you,” he mumbled sleepily. “We need to do this more often.”

“Mm, without the stressful work day though.”

You finished washing Jongdae’s hair before letting him do the same to yours. Both of you finished washing up, fingers pruny and bodies shivering from the water that had gradually started to cool down.

“Let me go order some takeout,” you offered, a towel wrapped around your body and another around your hair while Jongdae was still drying off.

“Thai food?” he called out after you.

“Fine with me!”

Thankfully, the Thai place that you guys often frequented wasn’t too far away, and soon you were merrily chewing down on your plate of pad Thai. Jongdae was equally enjoying his curry, taking a few pieces of shrimp from your food whenever you looked away.

“God, I’m in heaven,” he sighed, still chewing on food.

“Finish chewing.” Shaking your head, you pushed his chin upwards, forcing his mouth closed. “Although I can’t say I disagree. That bath was a good idea, Dae.”

“Well, I have been known to have some of those every once in a while.” He grinned as you snorted in amusement.

“Alright, Mr. Funny Guy. Are you gonna let me finish my dinner or what?”

“Depends on what the other option is.”

“A good, long nap that ends up with both of us sleeping through the night until noon.”

Jongdae chuckled, shoulders shaking as he leaned forward to kiss you on the nose. “Who am I to argue with that?”

It was easy to let the stress of the day linger over you, to nitpick every detail that you wish you could have changed, something that you wish had gone differently. But here in the comfort of your home with the person you loved the most, it was just as easy to remember that it was just important to breathe and take things one step at a time.

Tomorrow would be a new day, after all.

A/N: i feel like i’ve been getting sick all the time this fall, so writing this was also sort of healing for me as well haha (but seriously everyone, stay safe and healthy especially today on halloween!)

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kimjongdaely · 5 years

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The Art of Sin [Chapter 2]

Gang!AU, Racer!AU, Tattoo Artist!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations, vandalism

Summary: He’s an artist. He does it all for the ‘art.’ Tattooing. Racing. Sex. All because he thinks they’re beautiful. There’s no one here that doesn’t know his name, because it’s everywhere. On every graffiti-filled wall, every tattooed skin, every cheer of the crowd. His name is there somewhere, because it’s all his—this world. And when he lays his eyes on you—well, he’s never seen anything more beautiful. And he’s going to make you his masterpiece.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3 [M]│Chapter 4 [M]│Chapter 5 [M]│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8 [M]

She yelps, her body jolting at the pain. His hold on her is tight though, to keep her from moving. He’ll be damed if it ruins the tattoo.

“Wait, wait.” She cries desperately, her nails digging into the leather of the chair. “Can I take a break?”

Jongdae is reluctant to pause, but sighs. “Sure. It’s a small tattoo though, it won’t be much longer before it’s finished—”

“Please.” She shakes her head, and he can’t help but stare at the way her hair strokes her collarbones at the movement. “It really hurts.”

He nods, wiping over the area with a rag to remove blood and ink, seeing her wince. Her friend, who was sitting off to the side, comes over as Jongdae moves away, rearranging his desk and making sure his tattoo machine is in top shape.

“Looks great so far!” Her friend exclaims as she examines the area. “How much longer do you think it’ll take?”

“Maybe ten minutes.” Jongdae replies with a smile. “Just bear with the pain a little longer, ‘kay?”

She nods, jaw clenched. He can see the crescents of her nails in his chair, along with countless others that accumulated over the years. He should really buy a new one soon.

“So,” Jongdae starts, putting on his signature friendly smile. “What’s your name? Why’d you want a tattoo?”

She looks hesitant to give out her name, but eventually tells him. “It’s my birthday today.”

“Oh!” Jongdae beams. “Happy birthday! How old are you turning?”

She smiles, looking more relaxed now. “Never ask a girl her age, mister.”

He chuckles, nodding. “I’ll remember that. You ready to continue?” He asks and she nods. He smiles his famous smile; an innocent, sincere smile that got him out of every sticky situation so far. She’s a good girl. Very obedient. He likes that.

He sits in his chair again, leaning over her. Her collarbone protrudes delicately, so beautifully. It certainly is a good place for a mark. His mark. “I’ll count to three, and then I’ll start.”

She nods again. “1…2…3.”

She yelps.

Jongdae peels the latex gloves off his hands, throwing them into the trash. There’s a knock at the door, Chanyeol poking his head inside. “You done, Dae? Wanna take a smoke?”

“Not for me.” Jongdae answers, stretching. “But I’ll keep you company.”

“I don’t need your company.” Comes Chanyeol’s snarky reply, though he holds the door for Jongdae. The garage is hot like usual, and he wipes the sweat off his brow. The smell of oil and smoke is intoxicating, his favorite smell. Or rather, he just got way too used to it, so it feels like home.

“You guys taking a break already?” Jongdae asks, noticing the lazy atmosphere. “Damn, don’t let Junmyeon know or he’ll throw a fit.”

“We work hard.” Chanyeol laughs. “We deserve a smoke every now and then.”

Sehun and Jongin are outside already, Sehun kneading his tense muscles, rolling his head side to side. Chaneyol leans against the walls of the garage, Jongdae following.

“So.” Chanyeol starts, taking out his lighter and lighting his cigarette. “That girl just now.”

“She was hot.” Sehun butts in with a sly smile. “She’s your type, isn’t she?”

Jongdae hums, neither agreeing nor denying. “Well, she was very beautiful.”

“She’s gonna come back for checkups, right?” Chanyeol grins. “You gonna make a move?”

“Worry about yourself.” Jongdae rolls his eyes. “The ice-cream girl, right?”

“Fuck off, Jongdae.” He growls, exhaling the smoke. “And go fuck a girl for once.”

“Alright.” Jongdae chuckles. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Jongdae kicks at the floor, staring at the walls of the garage. His hands are itching for a can of spray paint, his mind already whirring with ideas to fill the wall. He shakes his head, kicking a pebble. Junmyeon’s already berated him for spray-painting the walls too much, so he has to keep the desire in.

But that’s alright. He doesn’t really mind it. He’s doing what he loves, tattooing. It’s an honest job, and quite popular too. Keeps him creative, keeps his hands moving. Most of the time, it’s enough.

His mind falls back to the girl that was just here. He’s sure her soft groans of pain can turn into something else entirely, something beautiful. The butterfly on her collarbone is one of the best ones he’s done so far. He’s had his fair share of tattooing butterflies, but that one is somehow special, since it’s on her.

He grins, kicking the pebble all the way down the road until he can’t see it anymore. His butterfly will certainly fly right back into his hands.

You stare at your new tattoo in the mirror. You have to admit, Chen really did a good job both with the design and the actual application. You made sure to follow his directions on aftercare so that it doesn’t get infected, but he wanted you to drop by again for a quick checkup—just in case, he said.

You don’t really mind. EXO Customs isn’t that far from your apartment, and you hate to admit it…but you’re excited.

You’re excited to see Chen.

Something about him really clicked with you—or rather, you’re just really attracted to him. Nothing wrong with attraction at first sight, but a part of you wavers.

There’s something in his eyes…his smile…You’re sure there’s more to him than the friendly tattoo artist he makes himself appear as. Which is why you can’t shake off the slight feeling of impending doom, but that might be your pessimistic side exaggerating your anxieties.

Impending doom, you snicker at yourself before you throw on your black crop-top, something that will show off your new tattoo. You grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you head out the door.

You walk into EXO Customs, greeted by Byun again. He smiles, face lighting up in recognition. “Hey! Back for a checkup?”

“Yep.” You answer, flashing him a polite smile. You head in, where Chen’s tattoo parlor is. A tall mechanic with icy white hair flashes you a grin that seemed to hold a bunch of secrets. You look at him weirdly, but don’t dwell.

He opens the door quickly after you knock. He seems happy to see you, his eyes shining as he motions for you to come in. “How’s the tattoo? Have you followed my instructions?”

“Yeah.” You answer, sitting down on the leather chair. Your eyes scan his office, seeing the scattered papers of sketches on his desk and pinned up on the walls. “I don’t think it’s infected or anything.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Jongdae hums as he puts on his latex gloves. “Just lean back and relax, alright? I’ll take a look and make sure it’s all good. You might need a touch up—tattoos sometimes fade or peel after healing.”

You nod, relaxing yourself against the chair as he leans in. His gloved thumb traces the pattern of your butterfly, and you can feel the heat through the glove. It’s a gentle pressure, and oddly comforting.

“Yep, looks good.” He says, leaning back. You breathe out, having been holding your breath unconsciously. “You’ve been a good girl.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the statement, leaving you embarrassed. “Uh yeah. Thanks.”

Jongdae chuckles, and you grow even more embarrassed. Oh man, you’re making a fool of yourself in front of this super hot guy. “You’re surprisingly cute.” He has a strange look in his eyes, a swirling gold within his irises that hypnotize you. He seems to be thinking before a smile graces his face.

“Well,” he says, peeling the gloves off. “You don’t seem to need a touch up. But,” his smile grows wider, anything but innocent. “If you would like one, you can come find me later, after the garage closes.”

“What?” You blurt out, confused. “What do you mean—”

He hands you his business card, tilting his head at you. He still has that smile, a mischievous smile that a good boy should never wear. It brings tingles down your spine, makes your head blur. “Well then, see you.”

And then you’re ushered out, like nothing happened.

You’re here for a touch up. You remind yourself as you pace the front of the garage. It’s closed, the lock on the door makes that very evident. There’s not a soul in sight, the silence making you second-guess your decision.

Oh, fuck it. You’re here for anything but a ‘touch up.’ Telling you to come here after they close…you know damn well what he’s insinuating. And the worst part, the scariest part is that you don’t hate it. No, you’re excited. You’re anxious but excited and you’re totally going to regret this but you’re not at the same time.

You take a deep breath, pulling out Chen’s business card and dialing his number. It rings, and you think he might not pick up.

But then—

“Hello?”

His voice is low and husky through the phone and it makes you shiver. “Hi, Chen. It’s me. I’m outside—”

“Great.” He cuts you off. “I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up, and you wait. You rub your arm, the air pretty chilly now that the sun’s gone. Being here all by yourself feels unsafe, and you hope Chen will be here soon.

He’s a lot quicker than you expected. He looks a little different than when he was in his tattoo parlor. He looked a little more proper when he’s working, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. Now, with his hair swept up and a leather jacket on his shoulders, he suddenly looks a thousand times more attractive.

Your heart jumps, and your cheeks warm.

“Hey.” He greets, flashing you a grin.

“Hey.” You greet back, much quieter than he was with a lot more shyness sprinkled in.

He takes a step towards you, as if seeing you’ll run away. You don’t. He tilts his head at you, smiling again. “Ready?”

No. Yes. You nod.

He takes your hand, his motions slow and smooth like he’s done this a million times. And he might’ve. He starts walking down the road, the feeling of his hand in yours almost too perfect. He’s warm and gentle, and your heart won’t stop hammering.

“Where are we going?” You ask, not being able to stand the silence, no matter how comfortable it was. You can’t stand listening to your rapid heartbeats, because you’re sure as hell he can hear it too.

“To a hotel.” He answers.

He brings you to a nearby hotel, checking in. It’s elegant, but definitely not high class. As you go up the elevator and make your way to your room, it’s silent. Your hands are still linked, but yours are getting sweaty and you feel so embarrassed by what you’re doing.

He unlocks the door with the keycard, leading you in. The room is dark, and has a musky scent. The door clicks shut behind you, locking.

“You sure about this?” Chen asks, holding both your hands in his gently. You can’t see him very well, but his voice is soft and soothing. “You can leave now if you want.”

You should. You should definitely leave if you’re sane and rational but you’re anything but that right now. You shake your head slowly, squeezing his hands. “I’m sure.”

Your face feels so hot right now, your whole body on fire. In the darkness, you’re anticipating it even more than usual, your senses heightened and you’re so nervous, so nervous.

But then you feel him take a step forward, his breath fanning across your cheeks and your body responds so eagerly, your excitement and nervousness spiking.

His hands trail up your arms, barely touching your skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. You can feel him smile as he leans in, lips pressing against yours.

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yeollieayheehoo · 5 years

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Repair

Authors note: So this is a little different than how I usually write, it’s more dialogue. So yeah. Don’t come for me.

Summary: There’s never a right time to confess

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader (female)

Genre: fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: explicit language, drug mention (ya’ll it’s weed.)

Word Count: 2.5K

OneDae [11:32AM] you ridin’ or you rollin’?

Y/N [11:32AM] im always rollin’ wym

OneDae [11:33AM] are you ridin’ with me or are you drivin you fuckin nerd

Y/N [11:33AM] depends

Y/N [11:33AM] do I get to dj or are you gonna play that dubstep trash you call music?

Y/N [11:51AM] did you die?

OneDae [11:54AM] im looking up a facility to put you in

OneDae [11:54AM] cause you’ve clearly lost your mind

OneDae [11:54AM] out here callin my music trash

Y/N [11:56AM] that’s cause it IS trash

OneDae [11:57AM] yall just have no sense when it comes to music. Yall just don’t have an ear for it

Y/N [11:58AM] I literally own an instrument repair shop

Y/N [11:58AM] fight me you fuck

“I would but my mama told me not to hit girls.”

“That’s because you’d lose. What’d you bring me?” You didn’t look up from your work order as Jongdae walked in, the smell of something toasted wafting from the entrance of your shop, filling the front room.

“Pizza, extra mushrooms and bacon. Half with pineapple because it’s clearly the superior topping.”

“Why are you always wrong?” You finished filling out the paper, scribbling your signature at the bottom of it before attaching it to the saxophone case on the back counter.

“I’m not wrong. The rest of you are just lacking in intelligence. Why the fuck do you have 15 conga drums around the corner?” Jongdae paused as he walked around the counter, setting the pizza box down in the middle of it as his attention went to the back room where the drums in question sat.

“Blue Meadows High School dropped them off about 10 minutes before you got here and asked to me to repair the heads. Apparently the percussion director tore half of the hides the last time he tried to repair them.”

“Do you need help with them?”

“I might get you to start soaking the heads while I start on this Yanagisawa.” You leaned back in your stool, stretching your arms above your head before reaching for the pizza box, gesturing with your head to the stool beside you, telling Jongdae to sit.

“When do they need them by?” You shrugged, taking a large bite of the slice of pizza in your hand, holding your hand in front of your mouth as you spoke, “they didn’t give a time frame, but I’ll probably have them done by the end of the week”.

“What else do you have?”

“The Yanagisawa is an A-WO1, it’s got a leak and I’m gonna have to replace all of the key pads and see if it’s that, the drums, I have a guy dropping off a guitar at 2, the Davis kid popped the strings on his cello AGAIN, so there’s that too. That’s it for now.”

“Will his parents ever learn that their kid has no idea what he’s doing?”

“Probably not. You know how private school parents are.” Jongdae rolled his eyes, folding a slice of pizza in half before shoving half of it in his mouth. You chuckled as you stood, walking around him to the back, grabbing the roll of paper towels from your work bench, setting them down in front of Jongdae before eating another slice. There was a comfortable silence as you ate, falling into your weekly routine of almost eight years.

2011

“Wizard?”

“I’m in the back!”

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” You looked up from the piano you were working on, grinning from ear to ear as you got up from your seat. “So get this Chan. I’m working on a ukulele right? My front bell rings, so I get up to go see who it is and it’s this like huge, buffy dude, covered in dust and he goes, ‘do you fix instruments?’ and I say yeah, and he goes ‘me and my crew are cleaning out the old church on Dolson road to renovate it and there’s an old piano in there and my guy John lifted the lid and it’s a J&C, whatever that means, but I wanted to see if you wanted it? I don’t know if it’s worth anything but you could probably make a good penny off of it if you can fix it up’. And of course, you know me, I’ll try to fix anything.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“Look that neck was warped and split, I was going to have to make a new one.”

“Finish your story.”

“Oh right. Okay, so I say sure I’ll take a look at it and they’ve already got it loaded up on the back of a truck, so they bring it in and Chanyeol. They just gave me an 1883 J&C Fischers and Sons upright piano. Just gave it to me! They were gonna trash it! So of course I got it loaded on the tilter, and I’m taking out the pins and strings now and hello, who is this?” You pause, just now noticing the unfamiliar face that seems to stick out the side of Chanyeol’s bicep. You grin brightly and offer your hand, pulling it back quickly and wiping it on the leg of your jeans before sticking it back out.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Jongdae.” He took your hand, smooth against the slightly rough skin of your own, but pleasantly warm as he shook it.

“This is Jongdae, a friend of mine from high school. He just moved to town, I was showing him around, thought we’d swing by and see if you wanted lunch, but it looks like you’re busy.”

“No, I could go for food. Let me wash my hands and get the dust off me.” You disappeared into the bathroom, making quick work of the tasks ahead of you, drying your hands on a paper towel as you walked back out, safety glasses hung on their hook next to the door.

You can still hear him ask if you were always this eccentric as you climbed out of Chanyeol’s car when they dropped you back off at your shop. There was something in his voice, the way his tenor words dripped off of his tongue, pitch elevated in wonder, the laugh at the end of his question light, airy and full all at the same time.

You saw Jongdae almost daily after that. You took to each other quickly, finding his lean frame filling your doorway so often that you found it necessary to get him his own chair. He stayed late with you a lot of nights while you repaired that piano, watching you, almost mesmerized as your hands seemed to flow like water, gently caressing each string, carefully sizing the pins for the century-old piano. He helped you refurbish the keys, listened avidly as you instructed him how to sand the body, delicate hands cautious to keep the wood carving against the body as you prepared the instrument for staining. The glossy red-brown stain was his idea. The idea to keep it in your shop was his too, and most days you were glad for it. The idea for him to be the first to play it was your own after learning he could play, a way to repay him for spending so many hours working on it.

“So you never answered my question.” Jongdaes voice pulls you from the past, his head tilted as he stands, taking the leftover slices with him to your fridge in the back office. “Honestly, I’m probably not going. I want to get started on these drums, you know how I am. Will you take the goods with you when you go?”

“I’ll stay too.” You can feel your brows furrow as you frown, shaking your head.

“You should go, how are they gonna get their gas if you don’t?”

Jongdae shrugs, “I’ll text Baek to come get it. I’m not going to leave you here to do all of it by yourself when I know I can help.”

“Yeah but you told me yesterday you’ve been stressing about your apartment search. Go, smoke, relax. We’ll go hunting next week.”

“This is how I relax.” Your hands go to your hips and you raise an eyebrow, looking at Jongdae as if he's lost his mind.

“Dae. Me bossing you around is not relaxing.” Jongdae grins, laughing softly.

“Okay maybe not that bit, but watching you work is. Hearing you play is relaxing. I dunno, just being around you is relaxing, whether we’re in the shop or not. You’re my relaxation.”

There’s something heavy in the air between you at his confession. You figured he liked spending time with you from the way he was always with you, whether it was at home or here, but you would never call yourself relaxing. If anything you were exhausting, especially lately.

You didn’t really have the patience to teach, had turned down multiple music majors who had asked to learn under you. It took Jongdae seven years of watching and observing and proving he could repair something with the mentality that what he was fixing was his. Seven years before you finally decided you would give him a shot and you were surprised he was still around. You could be rude, short-tempered and impatient, something you thought he would have learned by now.

“Dae… I think you need your head checked..” Your voice is soft, demeanor vulnerable.

“They can admit us together, yeah? So what do you want me to do?” He’s the same as he’s always been, cheerful and optimistic Jongdae, like what he said didn’t create an earthquake in him also.

“I guess we need to get the old heads soaking so we can pull the rings from them. It’ll take a few hours. Go ahead and grab the basins from the back room and start filling them with warm water, I’ll start pulling the heads off.”

“I can do that while the basins are filling.”

“Okay then. I’ll start on the Davis kids cello, if you need me let me know.”

Jongdae watches you for a moment, the way your body moves into autopilot, years of routines taking over. It’s stupefying. He could spend hours watching you work, but he’s not here to do that today. Right now he’s here to make your life easier, so he goes to work.

He’s finishing taking off the last head when he hears you play. It’s not pretty at first, though it never is but that’s because you choose to tune by ear. The melody is in dissonance at first, low notes clashing with each other for the spotlight.

He puts the last head in the bin to begin soaking and as he stands, the melody begins to form. He's careful to stay quiet as he leans through the window between work rooms. If he’s being honest with himself, he finds you breathtakingly beautiful like this. Your eyes are closed, head tilted to the left as you focus. The bow looks elegant in your hands, fingers moving gracefully across the strings and frets. It’s almost sensual like they were dancing across a lover's body.

“What are you doing? He’s so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice you’ve stopped playing and are standing in front of him, leaning against the window pane.

“You’re beautiful when you play.” It’s the only thing that comes to his mind and he finds himself delighted in the blush that colors your cheeks.

“Are you saying I’m ugly the rest of the time?”

“Have you seen yourself when you wake up?” He laughs, quickly stepping back when you try to thump his arm.

“Fucker. All the heads soaking?”

“Yup.”

“Cool we can start on the saxophone. You wanna go ahead and remove the pads? I’ll grab the replacements.”

“Hey Y/N.”

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“I don’t know if there’s really ever a good time to say this-“

“-I swear if you tell me you’re quitting after begging me for years-“

“-I like you. I really like you . I don’t know if you know. I’m hoping you know. I’m hoping you like me the same way. I always have to be around you, I don’t know if you’ve realized that yet. It’s like I can’t breathe if I’m not. At first, it was just because you were so different, you were so weird, it was like the strangest breath of fresh air I’ve ever had. And then I watched you as you fixed the piano in the front room and I realized I’ve never been so in love with something the way you are with your work. You put every part of you into an instrument when you repair it, and it gives you those pieces back when you play. It’s like watching a witch cast a spell if I’m being honest with you. You put your soul into repairing something and when you play, it’s like the melody is the instrument returning your soul back to you. And maybe that makes no sense. Maybe I make no sense. Maybe all of this makes no sense and it all sounds insane and it’s not cute or romantic, but we aren’t romantic people. We try to make it through our days and try to find the meaning of life in the smoke we drown ourselves in. All I know is somewhere between us fixing that piano and now, you put your soul in me to fix me and I can feel you everywhere and I want you to feel me too.”

It’s silent after Jongdae stops speaking. He can’t read your face or body, still leaning against the window frame.

“Start on the pads Dae.” He nods, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he feels the adrenaline from his confession fade. “Yeah, okay.”

“And Dae?” He must walk past you to get to the front workbench where the saxophone sits. Your quick to reach out and grab his hand as he walks by you. You pull him back to you, tracing your finger along the lines of the palm of his hand in yours, trying to remember a time when his hands were smoother

“Yeah?”

You have to lean up slightly to press your lips against his. It’s quick, a confession of your own, more than you could say in words. You grin as you realize for once in his life, Jongdae is speechless and you take charge of the opportunity.

“I feel you too Dae. Don’t wait that long to ask me out on a date. Go start on the pads.” You pat your hand against his cheek and walk to the storage room.

“Wait you can’t just do that and then walk away!”

“I just did fuck head. Saxophone. Go.”

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thatsabae · 5 years

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Salus - Chanyeol (mafia!au) | Chapter 3

genre: romance/drama/angst

summary: The thought of being back home always tormented you, ever since you left. You thought about all possibilities, but not one where your ex-boyfriend would want to be your friend again, just like before all that mess, as if it would be easy to ignore how your heart still races just by seeing him.

prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

Chanyeol made clear that he wanted to be friends again, but you were clueless how he would do it. Half of your heart was expecting him to say that just because he felt bad and not give it attention, but the other half was expecting him to come around and make effort. Do what he promised, at least once.

Jude was always on your mind before her father finally decided to show up and prove you that he was sticking to his words, a few days later. You thought it would feel like being thrown back at the moment that Meri told you about her pregnancy but it felt nothing like that at all.

When Minseok came knocking your door, telling you that Chanyeol was there, you took the longest you could, mentally preparing yourself. What would you both even talk about? About those years apart? Maybe something random? Each subjecting terrifying you even more. You didn’t even know him anymore, just like he didn’t know you.

Arriving at the living room, you regretted wasting so much time locked up in that room. Sitting beside Chanyeol on the sofa was Jongdae. Your friend, that was not that friendly to you anymore, but still was there.

“Dae?” The surprise is clear in your voice. He only nods at you, still upset but not enough to ignore you.

You were relieved. If Chanyeol managed to bring Jongdae to your apartment, that could only mean that there was a chance of fixing things in your friendship. Knowing Jongdae for so long, you knew he was stubborn. Way too stubborn. Once he made up his mind, no one else could change it, it didn’t matter that the person proved him wrong, it would actually make everything worse.

“Let’s go?” He asked the other friend, still not looking in your eyes. “The others are waiting, already”.

It was not enough, you still felt too distant from him, but it was a beginning. At that moment, you decided to not let it affect you even more than it was already doing, and instead of focusing on dealing with Chanyeol, you would worry only about saving your old friendships. That would be your goal before leaving again and a good distraction.

When you arrived at the pizza place, a smile took over your face when you saw Yixing sitting there, chatting with Baekhyun and Sehun, alongside a woman, dressed formally.

“That is Yixing’s girlfriend.” Chanyeol murmurs, walking to the table.

“And what about Liao?” You remember his girlfriend, that moved with him from China when he exchanged places with Minseok, ten years ago. Something that was supposed to happen for only a year, but turned out better for both.

“They broke up years ago, a little after they came. It was bad.” Jongdae starts, forgetting for a moment that he’s not talking to you. “He’s dating Karlie for… I don’t know, maybe six, seven years now. I think he will propose after Junmyeon’s marriage, at least that’s what I picked on our bet”.

“I see.” You decide to make a joke. “I guess you forgot to mention it in our calls”.

He stops walking, making Chanyeol and you, that were behind him, stop too.

“It’s not like you were sharing news too”.

You stay quiet, not really knowing how to answer that. You felt red in the face. Chanyeol gives you a wink, encouraging you to not let Jongdae intimidate you. Your heart aches when you remember that he would always do that when you felt insecure. Maybe they were the same, after all.

Dealing with Jongdae would be harder than Chanyeol, you realize.

“Hey, finally!” Sehun was the first to notice your arrival. “We’re over here”.

Everyone got up and started to greet each other, and Yixing introduced you to Karlie, his new long-term girlfriend.

“What took so long?” Baekhyun question Jongdae. “We’ve been feeling like a third-wheel over here”.

“We can finally chat, Y/N.” Yixing started, ignoring the other one. “How was your trip?”

You shrug.

“I don’t really remember. When I realized, the plane was already landing, I slept through it all.” Except for Jongdae, they all chuckle and the conversation change topics.

After the first slice is served, you stare your old friend, unable to eat. He was talking to everyone else, normally, even laughing, but no word directed to you. You never expected Jongdae to be so childish.

“We gotta go now.” The lawyer announces before you could finish the second slice, with Karlie by his side, already saying bye. “I have a trial tomorrow morning”.

“And I need to bring you safe, or else Minseok will kill me.” Chanyeol jokes with you. “Not that he doesn’t want me dead, already. It would just legitimate him to do it”.

You chuckle, hiding your mouth.

Baekhyun shrugs at him. “He’s just waiting for a good reason to punch your face again”.

“Again?” Your question is ignored in the middle of laughs.

You can see the interest in Jongdae’s eyes change suddenly. Oh no. He’s looking, back and forth, from Baekhyun to you.

You know you’re in more trouble.

“Do you all want to leave already?” Chanyeol breaks the silence, looking unsure. “It’s still soon”.

“I need to get going too. I have a flight early in the morning”.

“You gotta solve that contract?” Jongdae wonders, looking at Sehun, that just nod, but you know his focus is not totally on the youngest.

“Which one?” Chanyeol seemed interested, and so did Yixing. You were bored, not even knowing what they’ve been working now.

“That beach house. The owner is just giving me headaches. Always changing his prices and… Now even his daughter is involved.” He looks at you, not saying any other word. Was that a secret? You felt left out.

“Sehun was hired to mediate a sale, but since its value increased so much these last months, the owner is always increasing its price too” Chanyeol explained to you, seeing how confused you were.

“If it’s too high, just don’t buy it. Costumers make the price”.

“The thing is… " Sehun started explaining, very quickly. “That’s the only house left in that block, and they need that space”.

So pay what they are asking, you wanted to say, but you hold your tongue back, not allowing to show how ignorant about this topic you were. You barely knew how to calculate the taxes, Minseok would always help you when it came that time.

“It looks like they don’t want to sell it, they are just wasting your time. Probably testing how long is your patience.” The moment you said it, you could see Sehun’s face turning red. Being so young, you could imagine how many times people didn’t take him seriously.

Chanyeol’s attention changed, looking at his cellphone like it was the only thing in the room. Baekhyun got closer to him, trying to sneak peek.

“Uh, I need to go to Junmyeon’s before going home.” He murmurs, more to himself than to you. “Dae, do you mind taking Y/N?”

Oh. No.

“No problem.” He crossed his arms, but he seemed worried about Chanyeol too, letting his childish behavior go for a second. “Something happened?”

“Yeah. I mean, no. That’s Kyungsoo. He needs help with something”.

“I thought you said you need to see Junmyeon?” You can’t help yourself. If he was ditching you, at least do it properly.

You feel how tense he was, but you don’t let this pass. Why can’t they just tell what’s wrong? Even Yixing and his girlfriend seemed to be worried, and for the little, you know the lawyer, he’s way too calm.

“I did? Uh. That’s because I do need to pass there, and then I’ll go to Kyungsoo”.

You were not satisfied with that answer, something felt off, everyone was tense. You were being excluded by your friends. But you let it go, there was no use to ask about something they didn’t want to share. Especially with Jongdae and Chanyeol. And your friendship wasn’t strong enough to push both. You didn’t have a place in their life to do it.

“Can we leave, Dae?”

You knew Chanyeol was feeling conflicted on letting you leave like that, but you couldn’t care less. You hated feeling outside, especially around people that were supposed to be friends with you.

Jongdae and you went silent to the car. His mind was going wild, a lot of things going on, you could see that by the way he gesticulated his hands, talking to himself.

“Dae?” You call him, suddenly, when he stops at a sign. “What was that when we were leaving?”

“With Kyungsoo?”

You nod, waiting for him to kill your curiosity. These years you spent away, Jongdae has become more and more silent, holding back information, sharing only what he thought that was interesting to you, or worthy saying, at least that’s what you thought. You felt his change, but you wished that he wouldn’t do the same when in front of you.

He seemed… Like he was doing the same you did before. He didn’t trust you like you didn’t trust him.

“It’s just. Chanyeol did something, years ago, something that wasn’t really legal… Something really bad. We all kinda did.”

“What? He tried drugs?” You interrupt him, joking, but regret the same moment, seeing his face. That look he gave you, it chilled you. “Why is Kyungsoo taking care of it instead of Yixing or Minseok?”

You hoped that Minseok wasn’t denying help because of you.

“It’s a mess. As long as we can take care of it without lawyers, it’s better. Believe me. ” His grip on the wheel got tighter. You could see how white his knuckles got. “Let’s not talk about what happened, it doesn’t matter, we can’t go back. Focus on now. Someone knows what happened.” He starts gesticulating while driving. “If this person spills the beans, she will get in trouble too, but nothing compared to what Chanyeol could face. Kyungsoo was negotiating with her. Chanyeol is going there to know the news”.

You wonder who she could be. A lover that now changed her mind? That made you sick, still jealous of a man who did not belong to you.

“So, someone is blackmailing Chanyeol?”

“No, not him. It’s blackmailing Junmyeon. Everyone. Us all. We knew it. Shit, I even helped. But Chanyeol is this person’s target. He did the ugly part. Metaphorically speaking, he pulled the trigger.” Jongdae sighs, before continuing. He’s getting angry. You wonder if that was really just a metaphor. “Just please, don’t think too much about it. It’s been so long, doesn’t matter anymore, anyway. We will take care of it”.

“It seemed like it does matter”.

“You know what matters?” His grip on the steering wheel got tighter as if that was possible. “Baekhyun seems to know the reason why Minseok was so furious at Chanyeol because of you, and I don’t”.

“Can’t we leave Chanyeol out of a topic for once? It seems like he’s the only subject we have to talk about.”

When Jongdae kept silent, you give up ignoring it.

“Ugh. Baekhyun wasn't supposed to know. Chanyeol probably told him, you know how annoying he can get when he’s curious”.

“So Chanyeol does know the real reason. What is it?”

“It’s something that happened so long ago. I never expected Minseok to behave that way. So unnecessary, but it’s my fault. I should have kept silent”.

You knew that changing the subject was not going to help you, and Jongdae wasn’t going to let you do it, but trying was still an option. Just talking about it made your chest ache, for many different reasons. Jongdae could end up being more angry at you than he already was! Thinking about it all, was so silly.

He stayed silent, still waiting for your explanation.

“Sorry I lied to you. I do know why Minseok was angry, sorry, Dae.” You pause for a moment, thinking carefully on your next words. “Before Chanyeol and Meri were a thing, things were different”.

“How different?” You could feel the softness on his voice now. You didn’t have to voice it, he already understood.

“It was a secret. Chanyeol and I.” Tears were forming on your eyes. All you didn’t cry on your best friend’s shoulder were here now, ready to embarrass you. “For two years”.

Jongdae kept silent, thinking about what you just confessed.

You felt relieved. Your best friend was no longer in the shadow, there was no reason to not tell everything now. You felt lighter. Except you wouldn’t tell him everything, just most part of it.

“When he came to break whatever it was that we had, he was already seeing her. For months. Chanyeol told me that. He didn’t care how I felt about it. He asked me to stay friends with him. And I stayed, for a year.” The tingle sensation got you, remembering that even years later Chanyeol would ask you that.

After a few minutes staring the road without looking at it, you realize that Jongdae already parked in front of the building. Your heart asked you to tell the whole truth but things were so ugly… You were not ready to have Jongdae knowing this side of you.

“You’re quiet, but you don’t seem to be shocked”.

“If we’re being honest here, it’s not really a surprise that something was going on between you two. Baekhyun and I… We kinda knew it, never knowing. We even guessed it once, before he was with Meri.” He pressed his forehead, looking stressed. “I always knew you felt something different when it came to Chanyeol. It was really obvious”.

You sighed, recognizing the truth in his words. That was absolute truth. Everyone knew. Even kids at school used to joke about it. You always denied, and so did Chanyeol, but deep in your heart, you wanted him to stop kids from joking about your friendship and tell everyone he liked you, so you could finally assume your feelings.

Except he never did that. It felt like you were still expecting it. For years you thought he was just shy about it, but when he declared his love for Meri on his birthday, the truth came. He probably never even realized you had feelings for him. Child’s dream.

“Baekhyun once mentioned that he thought Chanyeol looked different at you. That he commented something that piqued his interest, but I didn’t really believe. You know how Baekhyun is. Even Junmyeon said something once. Knowing it was true is not really that shocking now”.

Junmyeon? Your heart raced. That could explain so many things.

He turned to you, but still not looking into your eyes.

“But then he made all that scene for Meri. The guys even admitted they were wrong”.

“You mean Chanyeol confessing his feelings for her at his birthday party? That was when it all started”.

“What? How? I slept at his house that day”.

You chuckle at his innocence. He really slept there, so did Baekhyun and Jongin, but not the owner of the house. They stayed for an after-party, that was what they called, and to mend Chanyeol’s broken heart, picking its pieces.

“Boys got so drunk that you all passed away in the living room. He was bored, wide awake, Chanyeol didn’t want to sleep yet, so he came to see if I was still awake. My parents didn’t see him coming in, but they caught him leaving. Didn’t you always wondered why dad still looks weird at Chanyeol?” You try to make a joke, but you only earn a smile from Jongdae. It looked almost like pity.

“Please, don’t look at me like that. I loved him so much that I didn’t care about his silly crush on Meri. It was just it. A crush. We were friends for so long that I never thought he would leave me so easily, breaking my heart. I’m fine now”.

You expected Jongdae to call you a liar. He didn’t, but you knew he knew.

His expression wasn’t changing, and anxiety was consummating you. It was hard to breathe, so you tried to open the car’s window, but that wasn’t enough, so you opened the car’s door.

You turned your whole body for outside, to catch air easily, and felt when his hands were caressing your hair, just like he'd done back then, whenever you needed someone to just… Just be there.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Softness was back at his voice and you felt like going back on time. Maybe he was still the same Jongdae and you were still the same Y/N.

“He wanted to keep it a secret. Always delaying it. Only when he told me about her that I understood his reasons. He never planned to stay”.

At this point, there was no reason to hold your tears. You just let them fall, not able to endure the pain in your throat.

“I guess that’s why it still fucking hurts. I thought that since we were friends, he would care for me”.

He never planned on staying because his place was by her side. You cried harder, unsure if they were for your first heartbreak or guilty.

Guilty was consummating you since you got back at the city. Even before that, but now things were worst. You couldn’t walk the street without remembering that she walked that before, too.

“I know I’m an idiot but, even if I could, I wouldn’t change that. I would change many things that I’ve done, but not loving him. But I hate him. Being friends again is almost killing me, Dae”.

After calming down, you seat straight again and close the door.

“I called off my engagement. I had to tell Minseok why I didn’t want Alec here. I like him, but I don’t feel like I deserve him. Not when I still have feelings for someone else”.

“Is that why Minseok was so mad at Chanyeol?”

You wanted to scream the whole truth, but that was enough for now. Not even you understood what happened all those years ago. That would always be your secret. Your and…

“I had to tell him why to explain what I couldn’t explain to Alec. I just didn’t think he would take it to his heart. Do you think I did wrong?”

He stood silent, just staring you.

That was even more difficult than when you told Minseok. Your cousin got really angry at Chanyeol, but that was it. You were spared. Jongdae no. Jongdae was just silent, not showing any reaction. He was almost numb.

“If you miss him, or think of giving him a real chance, call him. Invite him, so we can meet the guy. You already said you've engaged anyway. You’re worried that you may realize that you don’t like him at all?” Then you finally feel his eyes staring you. “Or you think on trying something with Chanyeol?”

“I didn’t break up with Alec because of that. I just want to make sure that I’m not doing to him the same that Chanyeol did to me”.

“Y/N.” Jongdae calls for your attention. “If you feel like that, maybe you like him way more than you think. And people don’t deserve people. We can’t control feelings. If he likes you, there’s no such thing as deserving. Understand your heart and fight for what you love”.

Yes. Maybe you did like Alec more than you thought.

You entered the apartment, determined. You were going to call Alec and be nice to him. You wouldn’t rush and tell him to come already, but talking to Jongdae made you soften your heart and want to be nicer with him.

“Were you crying?” Minseok surprises you, when you enter the kitchen, making you even forgot what you were going to pick.

Your cousin is sitting in front of his laptop, wearing his work glasses. Carla nowhere to be seen.

“It was nothing. I was talking to Jongdae”.

“You’re really fine?”

“Minseok, I think I’m gonna call Alec and tell him that I don’t want to break up with him. At least not yet”.

The only other time you saw Minseok smiling so big was on his wedding day. Your heart felt warm, maybe you were finally doing things right.

“I’m glad you’re giving it a second thought”.

You were going back to your room when you remembered.

"Why did you punch Chanyeol the first time?"

A laugh crossed his face, seeming to be a good memory. "That was a long time ago. Let's just say that at that time I also had a crush on Meri".

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chloe-clegane · 4 years

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My Devotion and Mah Protection, Our Love - Chapter 4

The Procession

Summary - It’s Royal Announcement day!

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First thing the next morning Opeli sent word that there would be a royal announcement in the castle courtyard that afternoon. Ethari had arrived and the councilwoman wanted no delay.

Sitting on the tower parapet, Rayla could already see people starting to gather despite the announcement still being hours away. She heard Callum approach from behind but didn’t turn to greet him, she was too preoccupied with her angst.

He spoke her thoughts aloud. “You’re nervous, you’ve never been in public like this. You have no idea what you're doing and you’re terrified you’ll mess it all up somehow.”

“Shut up” she snapped.

“Am I wrong?” He asked, chuckling as he leaned his back against the wall. She nodded in reply and he went on, “You know that’s weird?”

“Hmmm?” Her attention was back on the courtyard, kicking her dangling feet.

“I think my mom must have felt the same way when she was in your shoes.” Rayla looked at him, this got her attention.

Queen Sarai had been a common topic lately and the more Rayla learned about her the more curious she got. Other than her hostility over deserts Rayla’d never heard a bad word about her. Imagining her as insecure was a completely new layer. Callum continued “She came from a military family but wasn’t in all of this.” he gestured out at the courtyard and castle, “When she married my step-dad this was a completely new world... I mean, me too, but I was just a little kid. They told me what to do and I learned it. It’s easy when you’re young.” He let out a big sigh. “I’ve never really thought about her side of it before now… seeing you… I don’t know” He smiled sweetly, but now it was his turn to look out pensively.

“I guess It hadn’t occurred tae me that you and yer mum were normal people. I knew about the step-prince thing but never put much thought in’tae it. Makes sense, the warrior queen thing and all.”

“Yeah but that’s the thing, to me she was always just my mom, she was warm and loving. I would see her train with her spear and advise my step-dad in court and stuff… she still wasn’t a queen or a fighter. Just the person who loved me, who played with me and kissed me goodnight.” His thoughtful face broke with a small smile “You know, I think I was the only person she would ever share a dessert with.” he signed “Parents seem like these perfect beings growing up. My step-dad, I had long enough to see him as a flawed man. I wonder what knowing her as an adult would be like.” Rayla bent over and kissed the top of his head.

“It’s different fer me but I understand what you mean. I was left with Runnan and Ethari and my parents lived away from me. I would only see them when they were on leave from the dragon guard... Always muh birthday. I have so many questions but now they’re really gone and I’ll probably never see them again.”

“Hey, you don’t know that” he was comforting “Those coins are out there somewhere, we just have to find them”

“Yeah….” the mood had really taken a turn and it was supposed to be a day to celebrate. “You know what's really weird?” she grinned at him.

“Tell me.” he rested an elbow on the wall and looked up at her.

“We’re adults now, like you said. Parents and adulthood, It used to feel so far away, but here we are. And we’re doin’ adulty things.” She reached out to take his hand and he gave it. “We’re gettin’ married, like real grown ups!”

He laughed and smiled wide at her “You know you’re right, we’re adulting so hard right now”.

Holding his hand she jumped down from the wall and kissed him, taking an extra minute to hold him close before she pulled away. “So excited I get tae do all this with you. But , I’m still completely terrified to parade around like a fancy royal person, hoping people don’ get mad I’m an elf.”

“Rayla, you’re going to be fine. We’ll walk around and people will see you as a wonderful, funny and amazing person. Not some stranger, they’ll see you .” She offered him a weak smile. “You’re going to do great. I promise.” He pulled her in to kiss her again but they were interrupted.

A guard jogged up to them panting and gasping, “I found you!” Gasp “Tailor and maids” wheeze “Said they need you” huff “Been looking everywhere”

Callum looked guilty “Uuhhh sorry we were so hard to find. Are you going to be ok?”

“Oh no, don’t worry about me. You just need to go find the royal tailors for a final fitting or something, and some maids are waiting to get you done up” He pointed at Rayla and she felt icey dread grip her.

“Well great!” Callum kissed her quickly and moved to go.

She grabbed his wrist and stopped him hissing. “You said nothin’ about makeovers”.

He smiled apologetically “How was I supposed to know?” She continued to glare “I love you?” he tried before pecking her on the cheek before fleeing to catch up with the guard. Rayla groaned and followed.

The first thing they did was shove her into the dress. She had a few moments to admire it while they pinned the last of the hem. It seems that the dressmaker had tried to approximate the elven style. It was somewhere between the layered robes of Katolis and the tight fitting clothing she’s used to. Tight at the waist with bare shoulders, but billowy sleeves to the elbow. It was more round and less angled than the usual human apparel. But it was clearly Katolian red and gold. They had taken her measurements the day Callum and she arrived so the garment fit well and she felt really... ok. They hurried away as quick as they’d come, leaving Rayla in the underdress.

Next she was sat down, they powdered her face and colored her lips a little and her hair was poked and prodded, she could tell the woman was afraid to touch her horns. The first attempt was a disaster. They were about to start again when there was a knock at the door. It opened and Ethari walked in. Luckily in his frantic worry that he would miss the wedding, he had packed a formal outfit. He looked really nice.

“ah was told you’d be in here gettin’ ready.” He took one look at the frustrated woman unpinning the awkward updo and tried to step in “It looks like maybe ah could be of some help. Dae you mind?”

The woman looked skeptical. “This is a formal occasion are you able-?”

“ Yes! ” Rayla was a bit too eager

He laughed and smiled kindly “Yes, I am able to do something appropriate. I’ve been doing her hair most of her life, I’m very capable.”

The woman didn’t argue, in fact she looked relieved. She exercised herself and left the box of tools behind.

“Thank you Ethari! You rescued me in the nick of time.” she was relieved.

“ah know this stuff isn’t yer favorite. The state I found you in was about what ah expected.” he chuckled. And picked up the brush to start working. “Yer nervous.” It wasn’t a question.

“We’ll o’course I am!” he nodded “I’m about tae be paraded around like a prize moonstrider! Or worse, a freak. Everyone keeps telling me it will be great...” She grumbled.

His hand wove the braids as he spoke. “Ah think it’s valid tae be afraid that people will judge. Ah worry about it too. But don’ be worried you’ll embarrass yerself.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes “yeah because I never make an awkward fool of muhself”

His smile was somewhere between sympathetic and encouraging. “From what that woman, Opeli? Told me, it won’ just be walkin’ around lookin’ pretty You’ll be speakin’ with people, letting them see you aren’t some foreign stranger. You’re showing people that you’re a real person, nothin’ tae be afraid of. And Rayla, yer a wonderful young woman, try tae be confident. Yer marryin’ into royalty, it’s ah big deal”

“Yeah, but isn’t that weird? Like I’m better than them because I happen tae love some prince?” She felt so uncomfortable with that idea.

“Yer missing the point still, yer showin’ them yer normal, not better. And you just happen tae be an elf and you just happen tae love their prince. Otherwise, yer just like them” He finished her hair and squeezed her shoulders. “Just be yerself… except smile… smile much, much, more.” He chuckled and she elbowed him.

She turned her head in the mirror to admire the braided updo. Her Uncle had created two braids on the front of her face. Then three that met at her neck to cradle a bun. He also added a few silk ribbons to her horns in place of actual Moonshadow style jewelry. She placed one of her hands over his on her shoulder. Rayla liked the end result, it looked nice. “Thank you Ethari… fer the hair and the pep talk. I feel… pretty.”

“You look beautiful and so grown up” He sighed and kissed the top of her head. She thought about what he said. She did look older, elegant, and just maybe, beautiful. It was like looking at a new version of herself.

They ended up discussing her jewelry for the wedding when the door opened, the maid entered with the dress and when Ethari left they started buttoning her in. She hadn’t been dressed by anyone since he was 5. She tried to hide just how uncomfortable she felt.

The visitors just kept coming. Opeli appeared as the maids finished and left. “Rayla, you look lovely.” She smiled kindly, “may I speak with you?”

“uh yeah o’course” The head adviser took a seat across from her on the edge of the bed. She felt like she had just been called into the headmaster’s office.

“I know Callum has told you some of the expectations for today, greeting the people-”

“Yeah, yeah” She waved off the woman's repeat instructions and nodded emphatically.

“So, I want to handle this delicately.” Raylla’s mind went to the pregnancy questions and she felt her eye start twitching. The woman continued. “There will be some who... oppose this match. The alliance with the elfs is still very new and there are those who will discriminate and even be angered by the very idea of this relationship. I was informed about an incident with a rock...”

“Yeah I know we kind of assumed these things would happen. But it’s fine I can take care of mahself, and Callum.”

“But that’s the thing Rayla. There are a lot of people who fear elves, especially former Moonshadow assassins. We would like you to go unarmed today. It’s imperative that you seem... nonthreatening ”

“But you just said-”

“If something were to happen we want you to allow us to take care of it, Amaya and Soren will be there as well as other guards. I’ve already spoken with Callum about not using his magic as well.”

Rayla felt some anger make its way into her voice “So what? You want me tae be some damsel? Do I hav’ta be helpless and sWoOn? I can fight muh own battles!”

“Rayla” Opeli spoke calmly and cautiously. “Please, that’s not what I’m saying at all. We all know you’re capable. The point is that this will be people’s first impression of you. The last thing we want is to give any reason to fear or distrust. We want them to see elves and humans can live in harmony. Do you understand?” Rayla didn’t like it but she understood it.

“Fine. But I still want muh blades closeby. I’ll have Soren carry them for me.”

“That’s a great compromise” Opeli smiled “Thank you” She got up to leave but Rayla stopped her.

“Opeli, before you go, can I have some money?”

Opeli looked surprised by the request and blinked a few times. “Well, I uhh, don’t see why not. There is an allowance that Callum receives from the treasury… Is it a large amount?” She sounded very un-easy and Rayla realized how out of place this must seem.

Is asking for money a weird thing to do? Was this rude? She wondered. “Uhhhh I don’ know what large would be. I want to get Callum a gift.” Opeli’s face relaxed and she smiled. Rayla liked Opeli, she was a prudent and trustworthy adviser to Ezran. And below the hard political exterior she was good-hearted. Rayla could understand the hesitance to hand money out willy nilly.

“Yes, Rayla this is something I can help you with. Assuming it’s not too extravagant. What did you have in mind? I can probably help you acquire anything that can’t be found in town.”

“It’s just-I wanted tae get him another sketchbook, special, from me. I want tae pick it out.”

The woman smiled warmly “That will be no trouble. When you do go to town look for an orange sign with a blue paintbrush. I can probably get the coins now. We’ll be meeting in the main entrance in about 20 minutes so be ready” She got up to leave and turned back with a smile “by the way I think he’ll love that.”

Finally, her and Callum met in the hallway. They had cut his hair leaving it longer on top and trimmed close on the sides. It was like a softer version of Soren’s, the lines more blended. The front still hung over his forehead but was swooped to the side to show the circlet, she didn’t know he owned. It was similar to Ezran’s except the ends representing the two towers only extended up. She’s never seen him in such a formal setting. His clothing was very standard Katolian, a fitted jacket over trousers. It was made with the same fabrics as her dress, they matched up nicely.

“You Clean up well... fer a human”. She jabbed.

He didn’t take her teasing bait at all. “You’re absolutely stunning and I have no idea what I did to trick you into spending the rest of your life with me” he said it matter of factly.

She laughed and kissed him. “You don’ think it’s ah little much? I feel… ornamental ”

“You aren’t alone, they cut my hair and put me in a tiara!” he complained and pointed “I don’t think I’ve ever been this dressed up in my life.” He pulled at his stiff collar.

Rayla took comfort in his shared feeling of exploitation. She appreciated the goal; be the first union of an elf and human. Show the world that love and understanding can overcome prejudice and hatred. Blah Blah.

“I really like yer hair” She ran her fingers through it and felt a little blush creep onto her face. She’ll never get tired of his handsome face.

“Well good, guess it’s not so bad then” He held her face and leaned in to kiss her when they heard Soren clear his throat, interrupting their flirtation.

“Ok love birds, I know you like being cute and shit but it’s almost go-time.” he put his hand out to Rayla “Gimmie the blades, Opeli told me to hold onto them”

Rayla clutched the belt and holstered weapons to her chest “I swear Soren, if anythin’ happens to these I will fillet you with a bread knife”

“Ew, rude. I pinky promise I’ll take good care of your babies. Now come on.”

She handed them over begrudgingly and he attached the belt to his. While Callum was distracted she whispered a plan to Soren.

Opeli came and complemented the elegant couple and ran them through the instructions again . Rayla felt the acid returning to her stomach as the reality of following said instructions began to hit her. Before Opeli left she slipped Rayla a small pouch of coins as promised. Callum noticed as she tucked it away but she shot him a look that said mind your own business.

They lined up in front of the large main doors and were herded into position. Even Ethari was included in the retinue, he still looked incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. But when they made eye contact he gave her an encouraging smile. As the guards reached for the doors Callum squeezed her hand, they shared a nervous smile and one more deep breath. The doors swung open. The crowd began clapping for their king eager to hear the surprise proclamation.

Ezran walked ahead of them onto the balcony, waving and smiling. The couple stood a few feet behind him as he gave a sincere speech about love bridging the gap between Katolis and Xadia. When finished he finally gave the announcement “It’s my deepest pleasure to announce the engagement of my brother Prince Callum to Rayla of the Silvergrove.” It was their cue to step forward, they smiled and waved. The crowd erupted into applause and cheering. Rayla couldn’t help notice a portion of the crowd looked confused and some just up and left. She pushed the worry down and kept smiling the awkwardly big smile. She turned to look at him and when he saw her his smile went from forced to genuine. Impulsively he kissed her. He grabbed her face and his lips were warm and enthusiastic. She couldn’t help but relax into it. She heard some awwwws from the crowd and more cheering. When they pulled apart he whispered in her ear “let them walk out, I will never be ashamed to love you”. She knew he meant it and it made her knees weak. Their smiles were less forced after that.

What happened next was like nothing Rayla had ever experienced. They began making their way through the courtyard and into the city streets. It was terrifying, she’s fought evil mages and giant spiders so at this point most things didn’t phase her. This was a different kind of terrifying, it was overwhelming. She uncomfortably took compliments, shook hands and was asked questions, some of which may have been a little culturally insensitive, but well meaning. As they were instructed Callum and her attempted to connect with people. Children stepped forward and brought her flowers and told her she was pretty, that they liked her purple eyes. It occurred to her this is likely the closest many of these humans have been to and elf. This situation was extremely bazaar.

Soren walked directly behind the two and a pair of additional guards walked a few feet behind him. She kept receiving flowers and Callum placed a few in her hair. She reciprocated and started tucking them into his circlet. He looked adorably ridiculous and they shared a few chaste kisses and held hands. The flowers just kept coming, she moved onto Soren, he glared unamused by the daisies behind each ear. Eventually, a basket appeared in the hands of one of the guards and she could finally free up her hands. It was a relief. On top of the greeting, and the smiling, and the waving, she didn’t need to be over encumbered by bouquets. Things seemed to be going well and she was starting to think she’d be able to pull this thing off.

Eventually, she saw the orange and blue sign that Opeli had told her about it was off on a small side street. She doubted the councilwoman wanted her to do this now but it seemed like a good excuse to take a break. Rayla caught Soren’s attention, he winked, clicked his tongue and snapped his pointed fingers at her then nodded to the other guards. Callum had been pulled into a conversation so it was the perfect time to sneak away. As she entered the shop she looked back and saw a very confused Callum searching the crowd for her.

She hurried in and Soren stayed at the doorway blocking anyone from entering behind her. The shop was empty, probably because everyone was outside. She startled the owner, “You’re a-wait-the… You’re the Prince’s betrothed, the news is all over town, everyone’s talking about it.” the lanky man stuttered.

Rayla chuckled awkwardly “Yup, you caught me. hehe...” awkward silence.

He looked as nervous as she felt. “Ummm, so can I help you?” he asked.

“Right, Yeah! I’m in a bit’of a hurry. I need a sketchbook. A nice one, leather with shiny stuff or somethin’” he showed her a selection. The one she picked was maroon leather with an embossed heart made up of the angular linework commonly found in Katolis. It seemed subtle and still got the point across. She also purchased a few pencils the man recommended. He wrapped the parcel and tied it with string.

“All right that’ll be-”

“There you go” she placed the entire pouch of coins in his hand and he looked shocked. “Is that enough?” she asked.

“Yes it’s ah-let me get your chang- ”

“Great! Gotta go! Thanks!” She smiled and waved as she dashed out.

She heard him yell behind her. “Thank you please come again”.

As she left the shop a group of three men were walking by, one stopped when he saw her. He looked at her with disgust, she could feel the atmosphere turn sour “Take your filth back to Xadia wench” he stepped forward and spit at Rayla’s feet. She was taken aback but then narrowed her eyes. She tried to remember Opeli’s words but luckily Soren intervened before she could kick the arse hole square in the chest. Soren simply stepped in front of her and raised his arms, moved forward and lifted his chin sharply. The leader flinched and backed away.

One of the men in the back spoke up “The prince must enjoy those legs, open like a whore”

The third man spoke “That must be the only reason he must want a monster in his bed”

This time Soren put a hand on the pommel of his sword. He didn’t have to say a word, the intimidation worked and they ran away.

“Yeah, that’s right, run home you little bitches” Soren called mocking after them, then he turned to Rayla concerned. “You ok?”

She nodded. In truth, the answer was yes and no. She could have taken those thugs alone and unarmed, but it unsettled her much more than she had expected. Being hated face to face by strangers like that left her angry and a little shaken. “Let’s just get back.”

Soren put the parcel quietly into the flower basket when they rejoined the procession.

“Where were you?-” Callum asked surprised and confused.

“Had tae use the little elf’s room, don’ worry about it”, she kissed him quickly and changed the subject “Now please, let’s start workin’ our way back. This is exhaustin’.” He agreed and they slowly changed direction. Her fake forced smile had returned and she found herself not wanting to let go of Callum’s hand.

Once the doors closed behind them they practically collapsed. They massaged their sore smiling muscles while being praised for how well they did. Everyone was enthusiastic about how kind and open people had been to Rayla. That having her accepted as their future princess would be easier than they hoped.

When asked if there was any trouble Soren opened his mouth but Rayla cut him off. “Everything was just fine”, She lied. She wasn’t sure she wanted Callum to know about the tearaways. She didn’t want him to worry or get mad. This was a good day and she didn’t want to spoil it. There was no harm done... this time , was the nagging end to that thought.

After dinner Rayla excused herself early, eager to be alone after the giant mob they spent the afternoon in. With her basket in hand Rayla stopped to retrieve a nightdress from the room she pretended was her’s and then sauntered to Callum’s. She changed and started arranging flowers on the bed. It was a lovely assortment, they weren’t extravagant, mostly wildflowers or ones common in a garden. She sifted through them while she got lost in thought. She’d never been praised so much in her life and had no idea how to feel about it. People were so nice, despite her being an elf, excited to meet her and kind. She picked petals off a flower, lamenting that one bad moment and she felt it seep into her mind like poison. She hated that she just stood there and took the verbal abuse. She was grateful for Soren, he was a loyal friend but it should have been her fight. When all the petals were pulled off the flower she beat back the negativity. She wanted to give Callum his gift and have him all to herself. She would make this evening special for them both!

When he finally entered he was in a good mood, he immediately began taking off the jacket and his boots while excitedly telling her about something that happened at dinner. When he finally turned to look at her he was stripped down to his pants and white undershirt. He stopped and went silent when he saw her. She was lounging on the bed covered in flowers wearing a thin silk nightgown. It was a nice fabric and so it never made an appearance when they traveled.

“Hi” was all he managed.

She hopped off the bed to greet him with a light kiss. “Hello, why do you have that stupid grin on your face?” she looked behind her for an imaginary target. “Was it something over there? Or maybe you just have gas?”

He laughed and reached for her “Hmmmmm what could it be?” he pondered “OH! Maybe my smokin hot fiance in the fancy outfit I like”

She looked at him with fake confusion “No that seems silly, probably just gas”.

“Oh come here!” He pulled her in for a kiss and she took the moment to reach for the hem of his shirt. He chuckled as it cleared his head. “Is that how this night is going? Sometimes I think you only want me for my body”.

“In my defense it’s a very nice body” She smiled coyly as she traced one of the tattoos on his upper arm. “Actually though, I have a gift for you”. He looked surprised and she guided him towards the bed but he stopped

“ok this is really weird” he had a bashful smile “I uuhh… I have a present for you too”

She cocked her head to one side and it was her turn to look surprised “Seriously?”

“Yeah!” He chuckled as he went to retrieve a parcel from a drawer.

They sat together, Rayla insisted he open his first. He agreed and she watched his face intently, when he saw it the soft smile was exactly the response she hoped for. She loved that smile with all her heart. He ran his fingers over the embossed patterns on the cover, memorizing the shapes. Finally he looked up at her “Rayla this is beautiful. Thank you” he kissed her tenderly.

“I thought this would be a better place for you to keep your private sketches.” She elbowed him playfully but he looked perplexed. “YoU kNoW, The risque ones you like to do. The ones you have to take out of the regular sketchbook so no one sees.” She purred.

“Oooooooooh” He understood now and smirked “you mean when I draw you as my elegant naken muse?”

“Yes! This is yer special red pornography sketchbook… you perv” she chuckled

“Hey you bought it for me so you can’t mind it too much.” he teased.

“Ahh you got me there” she winked and they laughed together and he thanked her one more time.

“Really Rayla, I love it, and I can’t wait to fill it with all the ways I get to see you.” He kissed her hand “Now it’s your turn!”

The parcel was smaller than his and she couldn’t help noticing the pink string. She opened it carefully and was confused by what she found. “They’re… socks?” She unfolded them to take a closer look.

Callum looked defeated “You don’t like them? Was it too forward? I tho-”

“Callum they seem like very nice socks I just... Why are they so tall? Kind of flimsy” She always had a sense for when she was missing a human thing, that sense was tingling now.

“Oooooooohh” Callum’s face was pink. “Are stockings not a thing for you?”

“I guess not.” she paused “Wait a minute. Are these sexy fancy socks?”

He chuckled a little embarrassed. “They’re silk stockings, and... yes they are sexy. Keep in mind I don’t really know what I’m talking about but the woman at the shop said these were the highest quality in the five kingdoms, imported from Neolandia.” He sounded proud of that, Rayla found it wonderfully cute “And before you call me a perv again they’re not just for the bedroom, usually, they’re worn under fancy dresses. Buuuuuut most men do find them... very alluring.”

“So they’re like tights, except fancier but also leave mah cunny wide open?” Callum snort laughed. One of her favorite sounds he makes, maybe her favorite sound ever.

“Yup, Rayla you…” He had to stop laughing “you hit the nail on the head there”

She admired them fully, running her fingers along the teal ribbon gathering the ruffled embroidered edges. The more she looked at them the more beautiful she found them and she knew he’d picked them out with care, “They’re soft… and dainty…” she smiled sincerely “I love them and they’re beautiful. Thank you Callum”.

“You’re welcome my muse. I guess they can be featured in the first sketch of my new book” She could tell he was pleased with himself. He kissed her but pulled away she looked into his bedroom eyes (because she couldn't call it the licentious prince look anymore) . He suggested “I think you should try them on. Can I help?” He was trying to be smooth.

Rayla wasn’t sure what he meant but she was eager to let him. He got on his knees in front of her. The blush that spread across her face was scalding. As he placed her foot in his lap he ran both hands up and down her leg. His touch sent chills down her spine while still managing to burn against her skin. The way he looked at her was full of desire. Taking the stocking he slowly rolled it up onto her thigh and tied the ribbon. But before moving to the next he kissed the inside of her thigh but stopped when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. He bit his lip and she chuckled.

“Ah thought you’d like that” she smiled with satisfaction.

He muttered as he kissed and stroked the other leg “I do like it, I like it alot”

He rolled the second stocking up with equal tenderness. When he finished he stopped to look at her, he reached for her hands and kissed them. “Rayla you are so… perfect… I…” She pulled him to his feet and over her onto the bed, she kissed him passionately. She worked on the buttons of his pants and pushed them down. He fumbled a little trying to step out of them. It wasn't’ the most smooth thing he’s done but he was cute as ever.

She layed back on the bed and he moved his hand between her legs. She whined against his lips when he slipped a finger inside her. Then a second finger pumped slowly. Too slowly. He was driving her mad so when she saw an opening she took it and flipped him onto his back. He looked a little shocked at how quickly the tables had turned but then smiled in awe of her. Taking charge like a tidal wave she crashed her love onto him, letting her passion hit like waves. She felt lovely and fierce, raking her nails on his bare chest and grinding against his hard and ready cock. Everytime he tried to get up she showered him harder with affection and she felt the smile on his lips. He pulled her down, flush against him and she laughed. He chuckled into her ear “You’re so aggressive. Are you going to take advantage of me?” He said it with a flirtatious eyebrow wiggle.

“Maybe” She purred. She lined herself up and then lowered herself fully onto him. Rayla took a moment to enjoy the feeling. She loved having him inside her, connected in a way meant only for them. He filled her and it was perfect.

As she began to rock herself on top of him he reached to help control her thrusts but grabbed his wrists and held them above his head with one hand. She ground into him and he moaned and sighed happily. Holding his arms down with her left hand she uses her right to rub herself while she rode him. He was moaning and writhing underneath her. He never tried to pull free of her grasp. He’d given her his trust and submission, she took it and cherished it. They both started panting, he lurched forward and moaned her name. She should have pulled herself off but she enjoyed feeling him release inside her and she was so close, it only took a few more seconds grinding until she crumpled into her own climax.

They rolled onto their sides and shared a tender kiss. “I liked that.” he was catching his breath “You can do it again sometime.” he held her face sweetly and kissed her forehead.

She hummed a “Yes sounds good”

“My sweet mistress, take me” he said over dramatically.

“Oh I’m yer mistress now?” she chuckled “I love you muh sexy slave human”

He apparently found that hysterical and burst out laughing. “I love you so much. You never fail to make me laugh”. She felt warm and happy in his arms. Grinning he added “You know, I like your stockings, whoever picked them out must have really good taste” she laughed and rolled around wrestling him into the perfect position to cuddle. Later she posed for him to draw her.

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Sweet Lies [9]

[A/n : the next chapter will be the last!]

Pairing : Byun Baekhyun / [FEM] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Fluff, Smut, Mafia! AU

Words : 3.1k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10.

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-Y/N’s P.O.V; Three weeks later-

I leaned back against the wall behind me, staring at the ring that had been adorning my finger for the past few weeks. I couldn’t help but feel something when staring down at it. It was the normal feelings of joy and excitement, no, there was something familiar about this ring. No matter how long I stared at it and thought about it I couldn’t understand why it seemed so familiar to me. I tried to tell myself that there were probably hundreds of rings that looked similar or that I’ve seen something like this advertised on t.v. but I knew that wasn’t it. It was as if I had seen it on someone else’s finger a long time ago but the image in my mind was so blurred I couldn’t remember properly...or I just didn’t want to remember. Either way this sink feeling always accompanied the feelings of joy when I looked at it.

“Y/N!”

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the voice of the man that called out my name. I gave him a smile, waving as a hello as he got closer.

“I’m still a little shocked that you asked me to come with you for this. I would’ve thought I’d be the last one you’d call for this.”

I shrugged, pushing myself off the wall and heading into the store, “I don’t have many girl friends I’m close to and Sehun-”

I cut myself off after saying his name aloud. It had been so long since his name fell from my lips it almost felt foreign. Almost a whole year later and the two of us still had yet to speak to one another. I did try to reach out to him a couple of time but the last time I tried it said his number was no long in service. I knew that fight we had was a big one but I didn’t think it would be the one to ruin our friendship. I had even tried calling Jongin but I got the same thing, even Chanyeol and Junmyeon. I guess Jongin and Sehun convinced Junmyeon and Chanyeol to cut off all contact with me as well.

“Y/N…? You alright?” Jongdae asked.

I shook my head at the sound of his voice, shaking the thoughts off. I looked down at the ground below me for a second, unconsciously clenching my hands into fists at my sides. After a few seconds I raised my head with a heavy sigh.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.”

…….

“Ah...are you sure you want to let your fiance see you in the dress you’re gonna wear to walk down the aisle?” The woman that was supposed to help us.

At her words Jongdae and I looked at each other, confusion in our eyes before we realized what she was implying. Our eyes widened as we shook our heads quite vigorously, waving our hands as well.

“N-No he’s not--he’s just a friend.” I said, hearing Jongdae stuttering over his words as he tried to deny it as well.

The employee simply nodded, a small smile on her face. She then proceeded to take us to a room that held the dresses that fit the description I had given her earlier. I looked around at all the white dresses in awe, immediately falling in love with a floor length on towards the back. I walked over to it without saying a words, Jongdae and the employee staring after me. As soon as I pulled out the dress and looked at it in its entirety I knew I didn’t have to look at any other dresses. The dress was simple with the focus point being the little flowers on the arms that went across the chest area. I turned to Jongdae with a huge grin on my face, missing the look he had on his face at seeing me grin so widely.

“I think this one’s it.”

Jongdae smiled sweetly, looking the dress over, “Go try it on then.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice as I all but ran to the dressing room like a child that had been told they were allowed one cookie from the cookie jar.

Jongdae had insisted he be the one to carry all the bags and though I felt bad I knew there was no way I’d get him to let me carry at least one of them. I ended up leading the way to the food court, shopping leaving me hungry. We settled on sharing a pizza and everything was going smoothly...until silence settled over us for a while and my thoughts started going wild.

I started thinking about all the misfortune that had followed me all my life. My parents died in a car crash before I could even walk and I was the only survivor. I had been moved around from foster home to foster home, some more pleasant than others. I had began to steal at the age of fifteen, I had been lucky since I was never caught for any of it but one of my foster parents caught me red handed one day. Instead of reporting me to the authorities she took matters into her own hands and every time I thought back to it I would’ve picked going to a detention center than to suffer through what she called ‘a just punishment fit for a criminal’. She was the last foster parent I had before I turned eighteen...I still had the scars to prove what she did to me but I knew no one would listen to an orphan like me over a ‘respected’ adult. So the day I turned eighteen I packed my bags and got the hell out of dodge. And then not even a years later, after having blown through all the money my parents left me I was shot but some idiot gang member then saved by a member of a rival gang. So much has happened in my life you’d think I was making half of it up, though I wish most of it was just part of some sick nightmare but the scars reminded me of my harsh reality and fucked up past. I let out a heavy sigh and shook my head, ridding myself of these thoughts and memories.

“Hey Dae...what if I’m having second thoughts…?”I asked out of the blue.

I was scared of the misfortune following me into my marriage and dragging Baekhyun into my life of bad luck. Jongdae looked surprised to be hearing those words leave my mouth, his own mouth hanging agape.

“What…? Why?”

I looked down at the piece of untouched pizza that sat on my plate, “I don’t know I just--so many good things are happening I’m starting to think it’s all too good to be true. I mean am I even ready to get married? Does Baekhyun actually want to marry me? The proposal seemed so spur of the moment I’m finding it hard to believe he-”

“Y/N breathe.” Jongdae said in a soft voice, cutting off my rambling.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, waiting for me to calm down before he spoke, “I’m sure you’re ready to get married...if you weren’t you wouldn’t have said yes. And Baekhyun he--he loves you, more than anything. I’m sure if he already had the ring prepared he was going to propose sooner or later. You deserve to be happy Y/N...I promise--I promise you there’s no catch.”

I nodded at his words, missing the sad look that crossed his eyes for a moment.

-Baekhyun’s P.O.V-

I scrolled through the messages with a blank expression, but with one look in my eyes anyone with brains would be able to tell how I was feeling inside. I couldn’t help the way the corner of my lips curled upwards the slightest bit at the picture I just received. I’d be a fool to deny that she was anything but beautiful. Jongdae sent me a picture of Y/N trying on a dress and...she looked damn good in it. I didn’t believe in that whole superstition about it being bad luck if the groom sees the bride in her dress before the wedding and she didn’t either but when I offered to go with her she declined so I sent Jongdae to her instead. I wanted to make sure she was kept safe and Jongdae was the best man for the job, he wasn’t our best fighter but he always seemed to be able to avoid conflict whenever it arose somehow.

I froze at my own thoughts, my hand clutching my phone tightly. I grit my teeth as I cursed to myself. I need her gone before I go completely insane. My thoughts had been contradicting themselves for months and I was sick of it. I just needed to finish this and go back to how my life was before she walked into it.

“You sure you still want to go through with this Baek?” Yixing asked, having been observing me this whole time from across the room.

I’m sure he saw all the emotions raging war within my eyes. The look on his face was all I needed to know that he saw each and every one of those emotions in my eyes. I felt irritation building within me at the concern in his eyes. I couldn’t help but scoff, rolling my eyes as I through my phone onto the coffee table in front of me.

“Ask me that again and I’ll strap you down to the chair next to her next week.” I said, watching him fight the urge to roll his eyes at my words, his jaw clenched.

“Fine. If you end up regretting it it’s all on you. You’re the one that’s gonna have to live with it,” He said, standing up, “We got the place ready for you.”

He dug through his pockets before throwing a set of keys my way. I caught them effortlessly, watching him put his jacket on and grab a duffle bag that I hadn’t noticed was sitting by the front door. He slung it over his shoulder and turned to signal Kyungsoo over with his head. He looked over at Minseok who had been glued to his computer for the past few weeks before his eyes met mine.

“I’m taking Soo with me to China. We haven’t checked in with our suppliers over there in a while, gotta make sure they’re still with us. We’ll be back in a few months.” He said, following after Kyungsoo who left without a word.

I said nothing as I watched them leave. It’s not like I needed them for what I had planned so I didn’t even bother stopping them. What he said was true anyway. Especially after that incident a while back we gotta make sure who’s still on our side and who’s betrayed us. I looked away from the door, my eyes catching my phone light up with a new message but I ignored it as I looked over at Minseok with a bored expression.

“Hey nerd...what the hell have you been doing on that computer for so long?” I asked, not getting an answer for some time.

Just when I was starting to get annoyed he spoke, his words so low I almost missed them, “Something important.”

I sighed, knowing that was the best I was going to get out of him. It was useless to talk to him when he was this focused but I had to ask him one more thing before I left him alone.

“Will you be attending the wedding? I need to know so I can order your tux…”

He grumbled something under his breath and waved his hand dismissively. I rolled my eyes cursing at him as I took his answer as a no. I guess the only ones that’d need a tux where Jongdae and I. I leaned forward and grabbed my phone, opening it up to call my tailor but froze as it opened up to the picture of Y/N Jongdae had sent me. I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach at seeing the complete and utter joy on her face.

……

-Y/N’s P.O.V; D-Day-

I looked down at my hands on my lap with nervous eyes. I couldn’t help but fidget at the thought of today being the day, the day Baekhyun and I get married. Some of my co-workers had voiced their thoughts about us rushing into marriage what with only having been together for a little over a year. Hearing that had me feeling a little discouraged about the whole thing but I snapped out of it fast. What a load of crap. If they were bitter that they were alone and I was getting married they could’ve just said so. I let out a huff of air, raising my head and looking at myself in the mirror. I had decided to do my own hair and makeup for the wedding, refusing when Baekhyun offered to hire someone else to do it.

“Y/N? You ready?” Jongdae asked, cutting into my thoughts.

At his words I could feel my nerves try and get the better of me. I stood up to face him on legs that felt like they’d give out any second. I held onto the vanity just in case my legs did decide to give out.

“Y-Yeah…”

Jongdae smiled softly at my response, coming over to stand in front of me, gently placing his hands on my shoulders reassuringly, “Let’s go it’s about to start. Don’t want to keep your man waiting now do you?”

I couldn’t help but smile at his words, nodding as I let him take my hand and lead me out the door.

The ceremony was all a blur, my emotions running wild. All I know for sure is that we both said ‘I do’ and sealed the marriage with a kiss. It wasn’t a big ceremony either, in fact there was only about ten people that attended. One of which was Jongdae and a few of Baekhyun’s other friends...in fact everyone there was someone Baekhyun knew. I didn’t bother inviting any of my co-workers with all the crap they were sprouting when I told them and the only other people I would’ve wanted to be here...cut all ties with me.

“Hey...let’s get out of here.” Baekhyun said, placing his hands on my hips.

I rose an eyebrow at his words, “And go where?”

He grinned before answering, “Our honeymoon of course.”

Hearing those words I couldn’t help but match his grin, “Let’s go then.”

He leaned in to place a quick kiss on my lips, grabbing my hand in his as he began to drag me out of the place. I was confused at seeing him give Jongdae a look over his shoulder but thought nothing of it as he lead me to his car. He stopped me just before I got in, placing his hands on my arms.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

“With my life.” I said without missing a beat.

I could see the look in his eyes wavering a bit but he regained his composure. Before I could question him about it he leaned in and planted another kiss on my lips. This one was deeper than the one before but he pulled away before I could get to into it. Without another word he undid his tie, holding it in his hands, silently telling me to turn around with his eyes. I hesitated for a second but turned around, feeling the his tie the fabric around my head, covering my eyes.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you.” He said in a lower voice.

I said nothing as he helped me into the car. Before he took off he grabbed my hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. The car ride to wherever the hell he was taking me was mostly silent save for him uttering words of reassurance every once in a while. We had been in the car for about half an hour before I felt it come to a stop. I heard Baekhyun get out of the car before hearing him opening my door for me. I unbuckled my seat belt and blindly searched for his hand, grabbing onto it tightly as I got out of the car. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as he led the way. I moved my other hand to try and feel around for anything so I wouldn’t bump into it and fall over but I felt nothing but air, that is until Baekhyun suddenly sat me down. I sat down with a small ‘umph’ leaving my lips. I placed my hand on the arm rests of the chair I was sitting in, surprised at feeling something wrap around my wrists and restrain me to the chair. I tried to get out of them but they held my hands down tightly. As I started to panic I felt Baekhyun’s fingers brush against my cheek gently.

“Calm down, love. Everything’s gonna be alright.” He said, his fingers undoing the knot on the back of my head.

My eyes widened as I took in my surroundings. We were in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, my hands tied down to the chair I was sitting in. I tried to break free of them but it was useless. I looked back up at Baekhyun who was sitting on a table in front of me, my eyes wide at the look on his face and the smirk playing at his lips. I felt the fear begin to course through my body, my mind going haywire as my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.

“B-Baek where--where the hell are we?”

“Somewhere quiet, away from everyone. Don’t worry...I won’t hurt you...too much.” He said with a devilish grin on his face.

I watched in terror as he pulled out a gun. He got up and walked around the table, sitting in the chair opposite me and placing the gun in the middle of the table. He leaned back in his seat, a look I had never seen in his eyes.

“We’re gonna play a little game...how’s that sound, love? Oh and before we start...you can scream all you want but no one’s gonna hear you.”

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What Are Friends For?

✨summary: You were having a pretty bad week and needed a big pick up to brighten your mood. Who better to do that than your nine crazy best friends?

✨warnings: extremely cute

You know those weeks where you get more and more excited for it to be over? Those weeks where it’s just a shit storm of unfortunate events that make you incredibly irritable? Well you were having one of those weeks. Everything from work to your social life was going to shit. You had to pull extra hours at the office to make deadlines which resulted in you barely getting enough sleep. Which meant you were always cranky. Which meant you were annoyed by every little thing. Which meant that you were pent up in the office or at home to avoid being rude to people. Which meant you were going crazy and falling into a dangerous anti social cycle.

But alas, it was Friday and the long treacherous week was over. You were finally free to regain your strength and sanity. You were going to order in and binge watch Peaky Blinders or Game of Thrones and enjoy yourself. So you thought. Until about 20 minutes after you got home and heard your front door open and a stampede of footsteps enter. Here they come.

“Y/N!” Baekhyun called out not even caring if you were asleep.

“You can come out of hiding now!” Yixing called, quieter than Baek but still too loud for you.

“Y/N we know you’re here so you can just stop avoiding us because we’re not leaving.” you heard Junmyeon say. You rolled your eyes and walked out to the living room where they all were. They all smiled at you and you faked a quick smile back before rolling your eyes again.

“You all are so dramatic. I was literally in my room.” you said crossing your arms and leaning on the doorframe. You noticed they had a bunch of stuff with them along with what looked like overnight bags. Chanyeol held out his arms and pouted for you to sit next to him. So you walked over and laid across him, Sehun, Jongin and Kyungsoo.

“What do you guys want with me? Can’t you see I’m wallowing in my own loneliness.” you say dramatically. They all just laugh and you pout and let out a sigh.

“It’s not funny.” you deadpan.

“We are here to get you out of this weird funk you’re in.” Jongdae says trying to hold in a laugh.

“Yeah it’s a real buzz kill knowing your like this. We haven’t talked to you in like a week and you’re surprisingly important to our everyday lives believe it or not.” Sehun said shrugging. You glared at him and stuck your tongue out.

“I know right. It’s really a shocker to us too.” Chanyeol teased.

“Well what can you all do to save my poor decaying soul before I disappear into oblivion?” you ask dramatically again.

“Wow Y/N you’re extra dramatic today. I think we already lost her guys. Her sense of humor is gone.” Baekhyun says. You let out the first laugh you’ve had in a week at his very unfunny joke.

“Woah did you hear that? I think...I think she laughed.” Jongin said. They all gasped and you just laughed. Why were you friends with these losers?

“I’m literally not even going to entertain your sarcastic statements.” you say. You closed your eyes and sighed again. Only to be tickled on the stomach by Jongins hands while the others held you down. Oh no. Once they started, there was no stopping them. And they knew how much you hated being tickled but couldn’t contain your laughter.

“Guys stop!” you finally get out after 5 minutes of torture. You escaped their grips and slid onto the floor. After laughing you instantly grew angry like always.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I don’t like being tickled.” you say standing up.

“It was Jongin’s idea. Don’t hit us!” Sehun said putting his hands up. You sit down on a single chair and roll your eyes.

“Ok well anyone have a better idea?” you ask the other 8 men.

“We could all just take a nap.” Yixing said making you laugh.

“Yes I agree with that but I’d rather do that alone.” you deadpan. Although you all knew you were lying.

“Oh please Y/N. We all know you can’t sleep without someone playing in your hair or rubbing your back.” Baekhyun said.

“Or singing you to sleep.” Kyungsoo said as he got up taking a bag into the kitchen. You had a feeling you knew what his way of cheering you up was.

“Ok well maybe we can do that after I’m cheered up. Although so far, I’m not so sure it will happen.” you say letting out another dramatic sigh.

“Why don’t we play PUBG?” Baekhyun said. You all just looked at him with the same annoyed expression.

“Ok never mind then.” he said getting up and sitting between your legs on the floor. You ruffled his hair and laughed.

“Maybe tomorrow Baek but I don’t think playing a rage inducing game will brighten my mood.” you say. You look around at the rest of the boys. They all seem to be second guessing their choices of how to cheer you up.

“I’m going to...check on Kyungsoo.” Minseok said pulling Junmyeon with him. They seemed to be planning something but you of course could never figure them out.

“What’s that about?” you ask looking at the remaining 6 men.

“Um...don’t worry about them. They’re just...helping him cook. Yea. That.” Jongdae said. He wasn’t a very great liar.

“You should have just said nothing Dae. I’d maybe believe you then.” you laugh. Just then Kyungsoo came out with your favorite meal. It was Ramen but the kind Kyungsoo made you when you were having a rough day. It always made you happy because you could taste the love.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” you say taking the bowl and digging in. You looked up and saw them all smiling at you before going into the kitchen to get their own bowls. You would admit it took longer than usual but they could be doing anything. They were a mysterious group.

After you all finished eating and talking. It was pretty calm. You got to vent out about your shitty week and they all listened and reassured you that tomorrow is a new day. You had such amazing friends.

“Hey we have a surprise for you.” Junmyeon said smiling his cute excited smile. He looked around at all of them and nodded his head. They all got up and went to their overnight bags and went to what you guessed was your room and guest room. You sat there confused as to what this surprise could be. Then you heard it.

You heard the beginning of ‘Heaven’ being sung as the boys started to walk back into the living room. They were wearing matching sweaters with a picture of all of you on them. They had lightsticks and microphones in their hands as they came to stand in front of you. Minseok wheeled out a large speaker you kept in your closet that they somehow already had connected. Sehun handed you a light stick and ruffled your hair. You couldn’t help but smile. This was the song they dedicated to you. It was the song they all had as your ringtone. It was the song they’d hum while you drifted off to sleep. It was the song that always made you smile because you thought of them. And here they were giving you a concert. You looked at them with such love that all your sorrows melted away. It was the little things like this that told you they cared. Once the song ended you felt so emotional.

“Thank you guys.” you said with tears in your eyes. It might have been a bit dramatic to get this emotional but you didn’t think so. They were your best friends. They did everything they could to make you happy even if it were as simple as this. They all crowded around you and smiled down at your semi crying happy form.

“You should eat a snickers or something. You’re not yourself when you’re...doing whatever you’re doing right now.” Chanyeol teased. You laughed and punched his stomach.

“I’m just really grateful to have you all. You don’t have to do half the things you do for me. It means the world.” you say sniffling trying to stop the fluffy feeling.

“We don’t have to do any of it but we want to. You deserve it.” Jongin said.

“You’re the most hardworking person we know. A little private concert is nothing if it means it will make you smile.” Minseok said.

“Anddd, now we get to have a sleepover! I call bed with Y/N of course.” Baekhyun said killing the soft mood a bit. It wasn’t everyday that you got to be this happy. But the days you did, it was worth it a thousand times over.

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tarithenurse · 5 years

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On my mind, in my soul - 5

Prompt: Got three things to go by on this. “Waiting Game” by Banks (used passages as block quotes), a weapon (not firearm), and a bathrobe. Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Morning after, reference to lemons and even some small citrus fruits growing here and there. Swearing, ofc. Uhm...might have forgotten something because my brain is broken. A/N: It’s the Loki we know, but he’s made himself a home on Earth, curating an impressive collection of valuables from across the universe – all for himself and the fame he finds despite the New York incident. Check out masterlist! Plsplspls reblog if you liked <3

Bright light of day

It’s the bed that wakes you. Stretching lazily, the hazy semi-sleep caresses you gently with the softness of silken sheets and pillows, you suddenly stop mid-yawn at the realization that this bed isn’t yours. The smooth sheets are a far cry from the coarse linen you should be tangled in. Peeping out from under the eyelashes, you take in the lavish decoration of the master bedroom that looks so different now the soft morning light is filtering through a slit between the curtains. And even so, your roaming eyes barely register what they see, instead noting what’s no there. Who’s not there. Pushing the duvet aside, it’s a surprise how gently the air greets your naked form, the cold bite from the night gone. It wasn’t the night.

Without Loki around, there’s no one to ask where your clothes have gone to, and you spend a good five minutes searching before giving up. Better make the most of it, a snarky voice urges you as you push the door open to a bathroom that could be heaven on earth.

The way you make me feel all sexy but it's causing me shame

…

Tiptoeing through the house, you let your nose guide you with the promise of breakfast and coffee. There are no fluctuations in the temperature, yet the soft bathrobe is pulled tight around your form as if it could lend some sort of protection, shield you from judgement in case someone’s around and guesses what has happened.

You’d expected some maid or similar to be busy in the kitchen, not Loki casually stirring the contents of a frying pan while nose-deep in a newspaper. The sight immobilizes you as the caffeine-lacking brain tries to catch up with the image of a domestic god.

“There’s a fresh bowl of fruits waiting for you,” he offers without looking up, “and fresh coffee.”

The words hang in the air for a beat longer than necessary before you react, face warm with the realization that even someone as different as Loki would have a daily routine. A pattern of habits and basic needs. And right now, you’re intruding on that.

“Uhm…thank you.”

Looking further than the perfectly dressed man, you spot a bar-like table extending the granite into an L-shape lined at the bottom by swivelling bar seats, in front one of which there’s a neat arrangement of bowl, glass, cup, cutlery…everything possibly needed for a breakfast. You make sure to tug the bathrobe around your legs, not wanting to accidentally reveal your nudity even though Loki already must be aware. Clothes don’t grow legs and leave on their own.

“I’ve had your clothes send to the dry cleaner.” The crinkle of the thin paper warns that his reading material has been discarded. “Also took the liberty of getting you something more fitting to wear for your trip home.”

You’ve already wrapped your fingers around the mug of steaming, liquid energy. “Where’s it?”

“Not here yet.”

This time the voice is much closer, making you look up into the calculative eyes, almost missing the plate full of pancakes and the bottle of real maple syrup. Next moment he’s striding away to refill his own coffee cup, dumping you into a silence that you’re stubbornly set on not breaking as if it’s some sort of competition. Like a staring game, but here the urge’s to say something.

So you eat, savouring the exotic fruits that seep with sweet tastiness contrasting the roasted bitterness of the hot drink. And while you enjoy the tantalizing meal, Loki simply stands there at the other end of the kitchen, watching in silence. Only a flicker of a smile ghosting his face when you bite into a pancake, sending a sticky drop of syrup astray on your lips.

“Why aren’t you eatin’?” You point nonchalantly at him with a piece of mango on the tip of the fork. Silver fork.

“I already have.” Innocent words unless the darkened gaze is taken into account.

Don't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the same

…

He lets you finish, even clears away the mess without allowing you to help. What does he want from me? You’re about to ask when the sound of a door opening and closing can be heard followed by steps that only are silent because of training. You listen as the steps fade upstairs, then return to the very same door you entered the kitchen through…but no one opens.

“Master, the clothes have been laid out on your bed as requested.” It’s hard to judge the age of the woman speaking. “Is there anything else?”

“No, Matilde, that’s all for now,” Loki answers smoothly, “you may be excused for the day.”

Neither you nor the god moves until it’s evident that the maid has left. Then you slide off the tall seat, fully intend on going to get dressed because that must’ve been the clothes they were talking about, and if not…well almost anything’s better than wearing Loki’s own bathrobe much longer.

“Thank you for breakfast,” you manage to say before turning away from his intense gaze.

“[Y/N]…there’s something we must discuss…” Like cold water would, his words sends a ripple of goosebumps down your back. “The profit could be considerable for you.”

You don’t want to be further indebted to him, already painfully aware of how much of your life rests in his hands, but the entire reason that you ended up in this house and staying until morning is because he wanted it that way. He’s used to getting what he wants. Turning back with a sigh, you grab the cup and hold it out to him because you’ll be damned if you’re not having all the free coffee you can get if he’s going to talk you into some ridiculous scheme. Not that you’re interested, of course…at least that what you keep reminding yourself as you settle against the hard countertop, feet crossed at the ankles and nose inches from the warm brew.

“I’ve been challenged to obtain an artefact beyond any of the miserable trinkets from your world,” Loki smirks, “in fact…it’s so rare there’s only one in the entirety of the cosmos…but as luck will have it...” the smile broadens, “I know where to find it.”

“Just cut to the chase!”

He does, though not without a huff of annoyance, and starts out with the convoluted ancestral background of a being called Luɣ. Not unlike the Asgardians, this being and its kin (Thuäthan Dae) would roam through space to seek adventure or expand their empire, and they were so good at it that rumours of their riches spread and fostered alliances which ultimately led to the Thuäthan Dae’s downfall. During the following eons, the survivors scattered and got assimilated into other races, but some of the legends still exist…including that of a nifty spear capable of reacting to verbal commands of the owner.

At this point in life, you’ve come to accept that perhaps there’s more to old mythological tales than people once did believe, all things considered. Glancing skeptically at Loki’s hands, you wonder if there’s more he hasn’t told you yet about himself which would be relevant to know before getting intrigued in an alien-made weapon.

Baby I'm thinking it over What if the way we started made it something cursed from the start

Large hands weave elegantly through the air as the god describes artefacts that already have been recovered…and…and…lost in memories of the acts of colour changing limbs, it’s as if you can feel the touch upon your skin, sending shivers through your already heating body, and shifting focus away does nothing to help you because the next you see are the narrow hips wrapped in subtle leather. Oh fuck. Yeah, the leather doesn’t hide the proportions of the man, and a new shiver races towards your cunt.

There’s only one thing for it and that’s to avert your eyes by pretending to drink from the already empty mug. Of course, Loki’s still talking, so you take your time trying to coax the very last drops across the ceramic surface and almost succeed before a golden shimmer leaves you emptyhanded.

“You’re not listening.” A cool finger under your chin forces [Y/E/C] and green eyes to meet. “Tell me…what were you thinking of?” No words escape your mouth despite several attempts that only results in Loki smirking. “It’s alright, my pet,” he purrs, head dipping so close the nose tips meet for a fraction of a second, “I can sense your…excitement.”

The only logical response is to protest, but you don’t really want to and even if you did then you couldn’t because his lips are on yours. Sweetly. Softly. The taste of minty toothpaste lingers under notes of coffee when he opens his mouth for you, waking up your senses after they’ve been doused in the sweetness from the breakfast. A perfect contrast coaxing a humming from your throat, and you can feel Loki’s crooked smile on your skin even before his hands runs down your waist, hips, grabbing under your thighs and lifting you effortlessly onto the stone tabletop.

It’s a simple nudge by the god’s hips that has you parting your legs for him to stand between, mouths and tongues still dancing and your fingers flexing against his chest because damn-it, you want what he can give you. The all-consuming rush rolling through your body from the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced. It’s addictive, and frighteningly so, especially because this man has more power over you than good is. I shouldn’t…shit! Deft hands are already pushing the front of the bathrobe aside and fondling your breast, tugging at a nipple with an expertise that makes your back arch and you know how wet your cunt already is.

“Stop.” Faster than you thought possible, you’ve caught Loki’s wrists tightly. “Stop…I can’t…”

It feels as though the temperature drops ten degrees, and you can’t bear to meet the god’s gaze. Shit, shit, shiiiiit. Fear’s lodged in your throat like bile, making you queasy and preventing you from breathing as freely as you want…but it’s okay because filling your lungs would cause your chest to move and you don’t want his attention there. Well…I do…sort of. It’s a messed-up situation that would have been plenty awkward on its own but with him –

“Why not, my pet?” At least he doesn’t try to continue, merely attempts to meet your eyes. “Don’t deny that you desire this.”

“Shut up!” Your exclamation catches you by surprise but it’s Loki’s slight jerk that scares you enough to cower, shielding yourself from whatever the Asgardian might do to hurt you.

Nothing happens. At least not really.

”I see,” he whispers almost sadly.

Each movement’s deliberately slow and obvious as he back away, only turning his back when he’s at the other end of the kitchen, allowing you a sort of privacy to slide off the granite and wrap the bathrobe around your shivering body.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Loki…”

The wide shoulders roll. “Don’t be. I brought this on myself.” His knuckles are white from the grip on the edge of the sink he’s leaning against. “Get dressed. I’ll have my driver ready to bring you home afterwards and you won’t see or hear from me again.”

…

He’s true to he word, the only sign of him being a flat parcel the driver hands you when you reach the place you ask to be dropped off (some random address not far from the subway). You don’t have to look what’s in the box to guess it and the knowledge digs painfully into some part of your heart no matter how hard you try to ignore it.

Cause lately I've been scared of even thinking 'bout where we are

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bluebellhairpin · 6 years

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I See Fire

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

A/N: This King. He is my fave. I love him so much. As you can guess, this is based off Ed Sheerans song ‘I See Fire’, but do not fret, I shan’t make it sad. I hope you enjoy this /strange\ write-up / story thing. - Nemo

Summary: You and your three sisters are running away from your old village when you run into Throin and his company. You join them on their venture to take back the mountain; with a promise to fight hard and sing well. It’s the story behind the first song you sing that sparks an interest in you from the blue-eyed king.

Masterlist

You had only joined Thorin’s company that morning, promising that you and your three sisters (Dae, Nyx, and Vulpine) wont be any trouble; rather promising that you all could fight rather well, and provide a good source of entertainment.

It was true that the four of you dwarrowdams could fight well, proving yourselves when you spared with Dwalin, Gloin, Fili, and Kili, and then again when you came across a few stray orks along your journey that day.

The fact that you were traveling brought great distress to the company; female dwarves were rare, and it was ever rarer to see them travel. You, being the eldest, explained to the others about how you had to run form you village since it was overtaken with orks. The others understood, and took you along with them almost instantly.

As far as entertainment went, you and your sisters sang. Well, Nyx, Vulpine, and you sang while Dae played the fiddle. Vulpine could also play a guitar, but she only did so as a background instrument; not that it meant nothing, more like she just didn’t know how to play it very well, so she preferred not to play it as a feature of a song.

It was that night, just after you’d all finished eating for the night, when a voice spoke up while Dae was playing a random melody on her fiddle.

“So what songs do you dams know? I’d like to hear one, maybe two.” You looked up from where your gaze was placed, trying to figure out where the voice came from, however couldn’t point where.

A wave of agreement washed through the rest of the dwarves.

“We know quite a few. A lot are in another language, some who have heard those songs say that the words are that not of this world. They say it’s Irish. Whatever that is.” Vulpine said, ever quick to start a conversation.

“Oh hush sister, I’m sure they wouldn’t care.” Nyx laughed. “However so, (y/n) should pick. She knows which ones we sing best.” She finished, looking down from her place behind you, where she was putting a braid in your hair.

“Yeah, c’mon (y/n), pick a song.” Dae added, looking at you with eyes that were so much like your mothers. You sighed, finally deciding to search though you mind bank of songs.

“I think I've got one.” You started, looking over at the group, of which had all moved closer to face you and your sisters. “"It's a song that my father composed after the mountain was taken by that overgrown lizard.” You explained with a scowl, causing a couple chuckles to arise.

“Ah yes, what was it called Nyx?” Vulpine asked curiously.

“Ugh... ‘Durins Sons’?” Nyx replied cluelessly. The name mentioned sparked up interest in the group. You kept silent, wanting to see how far off you sisters could guess before their unfruitful efforts became unbearable.

“No, that's no right. It's something more like ‘Misty Mountains’.” Dae said confidently, sitting her fiddle on her lap and sticking her chin in the air to prove her point.

“Pfft, Dae! That a different song altogether!” Vulpine giggled. “With your efforts, I. Staring to believe it's called ‘Blood in the Breeze’.” She finished with another laugh.

“Your wrong. On all three accounts.” You interrupted with a smile and shake of your head. “You remember the lyrics, but not the right ones. Its called 'I See Fire’.” You informed, looking up from where your gaze had once more rested on your clasped hands. You looked over at the group of dwarves, your (e/c) eyes locking with a sparkling pair of blue ones.

“Ah yes! I knew you'd know (y/n)!” Vulpine said and latched onto your arm excitedly.

“Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this on with, aye?” Dae whined, a little annoyed that she was wrong, but that wasn't too much to get worried about. She was like that.

“The usual line up?” Nyx asked. “Dae with the fiddle, Vulpine on guitar and backup vocals, you on lead vocals, and I also on backup vocals?” She added quietly. You nodded in agreement, and shortly after began singing.

“Oh, misty eye of the mountain below,

Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls,

And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke,

Keep watching over Durin's son.”

You started, your voice ringing out through the silent camp. It was as it the world itself had stopped as soon as you sung the slightly morbid words. Or, at least, that what it felt like to Thorin; he'd become completely enraptured by your voice.

The whole company were listening intently as you sung through the story, and they became truly entranced as your sisters joined you with their respective parts.

“And if we should die tonight,

Then we should all die together,

Raise a glass of wine for the last time,

Calling out for the rope,

Prepare as we will,

Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

Desolation comes upon the sky.”

“She's got a good voice, that (h/c) haired one.” Dwalin whispered to Thorin. The latter simply nodded with a hum as he kept watching you sing. Dwalin noticed this, and decided to play with that a little. “She's also rather pretty. Ain't she Thorin?” He said with a smirk.

“Pardon? What did you say?” Thorin hissed, whipping his head towards Dwalin, a slight red tinting his cheeks.

“Pfft, ha! Look at you! You fancy her, don't you?” He said, excitement lacing each word.

“Could we just listen to the song, please, Dwalin?” Thorin asked with a scowl. Dwalin nodded, a smirk still painted onto his features.

“Oh, should my people fall,

Then surely I'll do the same,

Confined in mountain halls,

We got too close to the flame,

Calling out father hold fast and we will,

Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

Desolation comes upon the sky.”

“The king can't keep his eyes off you sister.” Dae whispered inconspicuously to you as she moved about. She found that walking while playing the fiddle helped her focus.

You, of course could say nothing in turn, so you simply sent a look that said; ‘Don’t you start’.

“She's right.” Nyx mumbled during one of her breaks, clearly having also noticed Thorin’s gaze on you.

You shook your head at your younger sisters, vouching to simply ignore them for now. You can tell them off later.

“And if the night is burning,

I will cover my eyes,

For if the dark returns then,

My brothers will die,

And as the sky's falling down,

It crashed into this lonely town,

And with that shadow upon the ground,

I hear my people screaming out.”

Your father had lost a lot when the mountain was taken. He lost his brother, his wife, his eldest child and one of his only sons; he lost his home. You other brother died trying to take back the mountain a while back. But no matter the loss, he still had his four daughters, a blessing for any dwarf to have.

Although Vulpine was still a baby when it happened, and Dae was but a young child, you were very much old enough to be considered an adult, meaning you remembered losing you home and family as well as your father did. That why he tailored the song to suit you voice best out of your sisters.

It was a said tale; one of loss, death, and sorrow. But it also held the promise of loyalty, the sense of family, and a hint of hope.

And that's everything that you conveyed each time you sang; that what each dwarf felt each time they heard you sing.

“Now I see fire, inside the mountain,

I see fire, burning the trees,

And I see fire, hollowing souls,

And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

I see fire, oh you know I saw a city burning,

And I see fire, feel the heat upon my skin,

And I see fire,

And I see fire, burn on and on and mountains side.”

You finished singing, and the last chords were strung. The company erupted in loud cheers and your sister all stood proud that they'd do enough so well. You, however, kept your head lowered, a shy smile gracing your lips as you looked at your sisters.

“That was very well sung lasses!” A voice called over the ruckus. This time you didn't care whose it was. You were too busy caught between staring at your sisters smiling faces and staring back at those blue eyes that you spotted earlier.

Yeah, those eyes weren't going to be too good for you in at least one way.

It was after a couple more songs, at least one of which everyone joined in singing, when you all decided it to be best to go to bed. You couldn't agree more.

Well, right after you grabbed some more wood for the fire. You had first watch that night, and naturally you wanted to keep warm while you did so. As it turned out, you had your watch with the owner of the blue eyes.

You’d placed yourself atop of a rock, your sword by your side, and an extra cloak around your shoulders to keep off the cold since the heat of the fire couldn’t quite reach you from where you were standing.

“Balin was right.” You heard, moving your head to look over at the king. “You have a voice like none other I’ve ever heard before.” He continued quietly as he wandered over to stand next to you.

“Oh, thank you my lord.” You started, slightly shocked at how gentle he voice was now, compared to how he sounded earlier that day when he spoke to the others. “That mean’s a lot coming from you.” You finished with a smile.

“Please (y/n), call me Thorin, at least.” He asked you softly and looked over at you. You had shied away from his gaze, choosing instead to stare into the flames of the fire. “The song you sang first; the one about the Mountain. You said your father wrote that.” He said.

You nodded, not entirely sure what to say, but there was something about Thorin that made you believe it didn’t matter.

“My father was rather distraught about losing his home – our home. We lost our mother to dragon fire, and my eldest brother to the initial fight. My other brother died trying to take back the mountain from when the orks had taken it; I feel he may not have died if – If he let me go with him.” You explained, taking a moment to regain your feelings.

“Where’s your father now?” Thorin asked, although the way he spoke wasn’t in a way that felt like he was pressuring you to answer, instead it simply came naturally.

“He was the one who told my sisters and I to run.” You stopped and looked over at Thorin. “He wanted to protect us, in doing so it may have cost him his life... I don’t even know if he’s alive still or not.” You stopped, scared that the waver in your voice might be heard. You prided yourself on being the eldest, however that mean you had to be strong, level-headed, confident, and wary all at the same time; you couldn’t risk letting your sleeping younger sisters seeing you struggle.

“(y/n), I can tell, just from the short time I’ve known you – and your sisters – that your father will be strong enough to have fought long and hard enough to survive. If he’s anything like you, then he would have done so with ease.” Thorin said, gently taking one of your smaller hand in his.

“Thank you, Thorin. When we get our home back, you will make a great king for it.” You replied softly, smiling with your cheeks tinted red and shyly lacing your fingers together.

~~~BONUS ENDING~~~

“Uncle and your sister are getting rather friendly.” Kili whispered to Vulpine. The two youngest dwarves had chosen to sleep close together, bonding over the fact they both were so young, and that they both wanted to spy on their older relatives.

“Yes, it’s rather pleasing, isn’t it.” Vulpine replied with a silent giggle.

“I’m sure they’d find it pleasing if you’d both just shut up and sleep.” Dwalin grumbled, still half asleep himself from being awoken by the duo.

“Mahal, even I’d find it pleasing if you two would hush. I have the next watch, so let me sleep!” Dae hissed, vouching to slap her sister with her pillow to help covey her point.”

“What’s with the noise?”A voice called from the other side of camp.

“Urm, no-nothing Uncle!” Fili called nervously.

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