#exo angst

[froggyfics]

EXO OT12 Masterlist

Note: I am not longer writing for this fandom.

Fluff = 💚

Angst = 🧪

Smut = 🍉

When He Leaves to Complete his Military Service 💚🧪

When He Returns from Military Service 💚🧪

How He Smiles When He Sees You After a Long Time 💚

When You Say That You Hate Him 🧪

#exo scenario #exo fluff #exo angst #exo x reader

[jongbross]

So uhm, talking about cheaters in Exo… those who would do it, what would be the main reason? (i love angst lol)

chanyeol is a bit naive, if you ask me. he can easily be seduced sometimes, by words and by people themselves. if he feels attracted to someone and that someone shows interest in him, especially when he's feeling lonely or horny, then he might cheat. he'll regret greatly afterwards.

kyungsoo and sehun are a bit deeper than that. they both have a very clear vision of what they want in a partner, be it sexually or not. if they somehow feel that their partner isn't providing that to them, then they might look for it somewhere else. sehun would give signs of how unhappy he is in his relationship though, before cheating.

#exo headcanons #exo angst #exo #jongbross sleepover

[inspired-by-the-music]

Sudden Rain, Epilogue

Kyungsoo's POV

Epilogue

It has been a year since the release of Sudden Rain. It was received well by critics, fans, and the agency alike. Everybody agreed that it marked a satisfactory end to a ten year writing career. Recently, I’ve started to think about writing again—maybe just for fun—but I know better than to mention that to Junmyeon. 

Our friendship has healed since my resignation from the agency. I can stand him enough to sit across from him at an outdoor Roman cafe as he nags, “I cannot believe you won’t go to the Keats-Shelley museum with me.” I don’t have the heart to warn him about his milk mustache. 

“Sorry,” I shrug. “I’ve promised to visit for the first time with somebody else.”

Eunbi and I don’t talk much these days. Immediately after I left for the rest of my book tour, Chanyeol got in touch with Junmyeon and passed along Eunbi’s phone number. For a while, we spoke every night. I can’t name the date we fell out of touch. Whenever she comes to mind, I text her. Realizing that I hadn’t mentioned my vacation, I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a picture of the bustling street. 

As I begin my text, Junmyeon leans across the table to suggest, “Maybe you could see it with her. She’s been staring at you for about ten minutes.”

I follow Junmyeon’s gaze to a woman wearing a yellow sweater over a white dress. I squint and blink my eyes, distrusting my senses. 

Junmyeon says, “Kyungsoo—”

I scramble out of my seat and say, “I’ll be right back.” I race to her table and ask, “Eunbi? Is that really you?”

She looks up at me and smiles. She says, “I’m so happy you found me!”

I laugh, and I want to cry as I say, “I am too.” 

Has she missed me as much as I have missed her? Has she dreamed of this moment like I have? Has she decided whether to kiss me if our paths cross again?

I don’t wonder long. She stands and brushes her lips against mine. “Junmyeon cares about you a lot. He told Chanyeol that you missed me. He went out of his way to plan for me to be here.” 

I glance back at Junmyeon. He frantically looks away, milk moustache still intact. I say, “He’s always been meddlesome.”

“Chanyeol, too,” Eunbi says. “The two of them are a dynamic duo.” 

“Let’s sit,” I say before pulling her chair out. We sit across from each other in silence for a moment. Then, I gather the nerve to ask, “Are you happy?”

She blinks at me. “What?”

I observe, “That is not a yes.” 

Smiling, she says, “Yes, of course, I’m happy! What about you? Are you happy?”

Where the block of ice once stood in my chest, I feel the warmth of the spring day. I nod and say, “I am. It’s been enchanting to meet you again.” 

Eunbi reaches across the table to hold my hand. This time, I hope, neither of us will let go.

#exo fic #exo fanfic #exo fluff #exo angst #kyungsoo fic #kyungsoo fanfic #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo angst #exo imagines #exo imagine #kyungsoo imagines #kyungsoo imagine #exo drabbles #exo drabble

[synthetickitsune]

X-EXO!Lay (EXO) | Possession - based on the prompt: finding dark bruises all over your body you have no recollection of getting by @urfriendlywriter angst | 1k | gn!reader

It's been three weeks now since it started. You'd wake up each day with new bruises covering your body. Now - occasional bruise or two that you had no recollection of getting were fine. But this was getting concerning.

These are bruises that never fade. It seems like they change places, as if they mysteriously heal overnight only to appear in slightly different spots the next morning. These are bruises all along your collarbones, inching closer each day to your neck it seems. More yet there is on the inner side of your arms, covering some areas of your ribs. You went to the doctor to have it checked up but for all their tests, they didn't find anything out of the norm, not even a new allergy that could be causing this. They told you to watch out for other symptoms and come back if there are any.

Of course they didn’t find anything. Of course there weren’t any other symptoms.

Yïxing swoons when he sees you. The white uniform they have you wear at your job is just slightly see-through, just enough that the marks he left on you are visible. Though to be fair, he might have taken it a little too far this time. He can hear the people talk, gossip, and he sees how uncomfortable it makes you. But that can be dealt with later.

Right now he gives you a very appropriate smile as you bring him his order that is conveniently the exact same as what you're getting when you're ordering coffee. You seem just a little too relieved when he meets your eyes instead of ogling the marks hiding under the fabric of your uniform. Just as usual, you seem happy to see him. You seem excited to hand him his cup, although you never do it with other guests. No, he thinks contentedly, you always set the cup down in front of them, but for him you make the exception.

He also notices you're stalling. As if you were reluctant to go back to the front. He can't blame you, and he definitely doesn't mind.

"Looks like you're having a terrible day," he notes quietly and gives you a sympathetic smile.

"Something like that," you admit and it's so clear that you'd rather stay and chat but the manager is already calling you back to the front. They take you to the office off to the side, which Yïxing disapproves of because it's the one place where he can't see you. When you come out, you're obviously uncomfortable, and also now sporting one of those awful sweaters they have you wear during winter. He can't imagine that feeling great since the heating makes it feel like it's the middle of summer inside the cafe.

You're too busy to pay him much attention afterwards and his mood sours. He can't leave without politely asking to talk to the manager and explaining in no uncertain terms that their behavior is unacceptable. Seeing the staff in discomfort ruins the experience for the guests, surely they don't want that? Somehow, he actually manages to look concerned when he says that.

Before he leaves, Yïxing makes sure that the injustice is fixed. He catches the grateful smile you shoot his way. Yeah, he could get used to that - you smiling while wearing his marks so beautifully.

Nobody should blame him for visiting you on this night too. How could he resist? You look so peaceful when you sleep, your expression free of worries, and you’re so cute all curled up in your blanket. Only the bed is too big for you to sleep in alone. He sits down on the edge carefully. He doesn’t want to wake you, doesn’t want to make you scared of him. Should it happen, then he can of course take responsibility. He’s more than ready to take you with him, to care for you and cherish you as you deserve to be, but alas… these things are easier if one has patience. 

He moves some hair away from your forehead and caresses your cheek. You lean into his touch and he smiles. He loves how affectionate you are. Sometimes when handing him his order, your fingers brush together and you never shy away, never flinch, and what means the most - never apologize, only blush.

He lets his fingers trace your face, down your cheek to your jaw and then lower to your neck. Bruises begin to bloom under his touch, faint splashes of red and purples. He can’t wait for the day he will get to mark you for real, with his lips right against your skin. He can’t wait for the day you will be all his to keep, and so there won’t be any need to work, to hide the marks declaring you as his. 

He’s almost given in to the temptation many times. He could be careful. He could do it without waking you up, he’s sure of that. But he respects you more than that.

You stir in your sleep and roll over, the blanket and your shirt sliding up just enough to expose a patch of your skin on your ribs that has not yet been painted. He takes full advantage of it and remedies it straight away. Patches of yellows and purples blooming under the soft touch of his fingertips. He admits he hates to be the cause of your distress, but he knows once you’re his, you’ll feel so silly for ever worrying about the strange bruises. He’s sure you’ll beg for his forgiveness that you did not treasure them more.

He’s sure you’ll beg him to keep you despite making him wait for so long. 

And he will.

He will keep you forever.

#exo reactions #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo angst #x-exo #lay scenario #lay x reader #lay angst #yixing scenario #yixing angst #yixing x reader #drabble #angst

[yeolsaintlaurent]

yeolsaintlaurent's MASTERLIST

Series

Nocturnal Reverie - PCY :ongoing: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Chapter 1: City of Shadows Chapter 2: Unveiling Secrets Chapter 3: A dangerous game begins Chapter 4: Unveiled Desires Chapter 5: Operation Shadow Veil Chapter 6: Threads of Deception and Dilemmas Chapter 7: Echoes of the Past Chapter 8: Unexpected Encounter Chapter 9: Harmony in Midnight melodies Chapter 10: Glimmers of recognition

Crimson Veins, Midnight Flames - BBH :ongoing:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ Chapter 1: Freshman Impressions Chapter 2: Intoxicated Whispers of Realities

One-Shots

Kyungsoo request coming soon~~ Baekhyun request coming soon~~

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[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for exo and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni)

♤ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ♧ - smut

◎ new friends ♡ p.chanyeol

╰┈➤ drabble; 436; y/n meets and befriend a very tall stranger.

◎ but you're warm ♡ d.kyungsoo

╰┈➤ drabble; 527; y/n spends a rainy morning in bed with her boyfriend, Kyungsoo.

◎ no ties ♡ o.sehun

╰┈➤ drabble; 617; Sehun is very adamant about not wearing a tie to y/n's company's holiday party.

◎ burning bridges ♤ k.minseok

╰┈➤ oneshot; 1.5k; y/n always ended up coming back to Minseok, no matter how many fights nor how many times things ended. He was like a magnet, always drawing her back in and at some point, she knew she was going to have to cut him out of her life. It was time to burn bridges once and for all.

◎ aviophobia ♧ z.yixing

╰┈➤ oneshot; 2.8k; y/n hated flying. If she didn't have to fly, she wouldn't. The only thing that makes her trip better is the handsome stranger sitting next to her.

◎ if I kissed you ♡ b.baekhyun

╰┈➤ oneshot; 2.5k; moving in with her best friend's ex-boyfriend sounds like nothing but trouble for y/n, even if he has a girlfriend. But what happens when they break up?

◎ the doctor will see you now ♧ p.chanyeol

╰┈➤ oneshot, part of the 12 Days of Lust collab; 4.5k; Chanyeol was the type of man any woman would fawn over. Tall, handsome, smart, and compassionate. All the nurses in the trauma department are head over heels for him, especially when he volunteers his free time to watch over the newborns in the maternity ward nursery. He has everyone in that hospital wrapped around his finger. All except for one stubborn and hot-headed doctor— y/n.

ⓘ Graphics made by me. Content and support banners made using a template by cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All writing and graphics are ©️ kwanisms.

#exo scenarios #exo imagines #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo angst #exo fluff #exo smut #exo x reader #xiumin x reader #yixing x reader #suho x reader #baekhyun x reader #chanyeol x reader #kyungsoo x reader #jongin x reader #sehun x reader #exo masterlist

[an-annyeoing-writer]

hihi can you do 37 for chanyeol ?? :D (from your drabbles thing you rebooted and asked requests for.)

37. “Is that my shirt?”

It's been absolutely ages, wasn't it? I don't even know if you remember sending this to me. I mean, I personally wouldn't remember. Holy hell, it's been AGES. Thank you for the ask though! :D

He wished some things did not happen, and so did you. The life was unforgiving, though, and the past would not change, regardless of your wishes.

Mistakes were made, on both sides. You were eager to believe in things that were more beneficial for you, and he gave you all the reasons to distrust him in the first place. The arguments were even, and so was the blame, but you had one advantage that he did not – you lived in the apartment that you’ve been renting long before you two started dating, and so, it was only right for the split to occur this way, without any unnecessary discourses.

“Is that my shirt?”

You did not notice him entering the doorway upon returning home. It was hours later than he usually would, and he looked worn out and unusually quiet, even despite speaking up first.

He stared at the item in your hand without saying anything more, no movements made as you hovered above his travel suitcase. The hurt in his eyes made you hesitate before putting it in.  

“Yeah…” you answered, as gently as you were capable to – you knew that the pain in his eyes was mirrored in yours. Did you really want it to end like this? No, no you didn’t. But was there any better way?

You didn’t know – and that was the worst. You had no idea if you had any strength and trust left in you to keep this going any longer.

“Oh…”

He finally found it in himself to look around the space. The apartment was small, and he didn’t have many possessions in the first place. His guitar was already packed, none of his jackets were left where he remembered them to be. You made sure not to accidentally skip anything – you didn’t want to leave him without his belongings. Maybe you didn’t have the strength or trust, but there was still some love left. You wished your heart would turn into a cold stone, unbothered and passive to everything and everyone around.

“Is this final…?” the moment he uttered these words, you felt like you’d break. You wanted to say, no, I’m sorry, I overreacted. It’s okay now, let’s hug it out. God, did you want to hold him now – the two huge arms of the tall man seemed enough to solve all your problems.

Yet, that couldn’t happen. Even if you were to do that, to tell him none of it was serious, there would still be a pang of pettiness urging you to make him feel guilty, for you to come out on top. It would be selfish and ultimately lead to the same end. You didn’t want to have that, not after many times it already happened before.

You wanted a fair end, without any underlying, selfish goals. No guilt-tripping, no advantages taken.

Did he understand? Did he see that it was difficult for you as well? Your eyes filled with tears.

He didn’t look at you when he walked towards the suitcase and helped packing the remaining clothes. Everything was quiet. Everything was still.

When he opened the door to leave, he turned around, his gaze finally meeting yours.

“You know it’s not final. You know one of us will come back. At some point.” His tone was grievous, not nonchalant or petty – all he said was the simple truth that held the two of you together for many years, through many arguments and heartbreaks.

“Don’t. Please” you whispered. “Go already.”

“You know that.”

You closed the door almost too harshly, leaning your back against it, as if it could keep the ghosting sensation of him away. But, even without his things here, the smell lingered, and so did your emotions, too deeply rooted to be forgotten this easily.

“I know” you finally admitted.

It didn’t take you long to realize. Maybe a few moments before you admitted to yourself, that you’re happy to know that. It was like addiction, hurting you and him over and over again, yet – you couldn’t live without each other.

“I’ll miss you” you uttered at the very last. Although he couldn’t hear you anymore, you were certain that he knows and feels just the same.

#exo chanyeol #chanyeol x reader #exo angst #chanyeol angst #vg: chanyeol #vg: exo #vg: ask #vg: anonymous

[jongbross]

Oh I love angst 🥴 like, imagine Chanyeol wants to break up with you but it’s your fault because you cheated on him (I could never tho!) ….

he would be all over the place blaming himself 😔

#j talks #exo angst #park chanyeol

[inspired-by-the-music]

Sudden Rain, Chapter 5

Kyungsoo's POV

I woke up to my worst nightmare. 

Chanyeol pounded on my door. When I opened it, he hissed, “There’s a woman downstairs claiming to be your wife. Grandmother and Ms. Oh have cornered her into a conversation, but she’s hell bent on coming up here.”

“What?” I croaked. My stomach dropped and knotted. 

Chanyeol smacked the back of my head. “When were you going to tell somebody that you were married? I wouldn’t have nudged you toward my sister if I had known that!”

“Don’t hit me again.” I glared at Chanyeol as I rubbed the back of my head. “Soo-Ah is my ex-wife. We’ve been divorced for over a year, so I don’t know where she gets the nerve to call herself my wife. I don’t know how or why she came here.”

“She’s determined to speak to you,” Chanyeol said. “Do you want me to tell her to get lost?” 

It was a tempting offer, but I shook my head. “She won’t listen to you. It’s better to get this—whatever this is—over with. Give me fifteen minutes to change out of my pajamas and send her up here.” 

Chanyeol blinked at me. “Are you sure?”

I drew a deep breath and forced myself to nod. 

Of course, I couldn’t think of anything worse than speaking to Soo-Ah. It would have been better to see her anywhere else, I decided. It would have been better to see her anywhere other than the inn. It would have been better still for her to forget about me. 

I changed into the clothes I had worn on my first day at the inn. They weren’t rain-soaked anymore. Ms. Park had taken the time to wash and dry them. The shirt shrank a bit. The sleeves didn’t quite reach my wrists anymore, so I took the time to roll my sleeves. I had never been good at that.

Soo-Ah knocked on the door. Her black hair was pulled high into a ponytail. She wore a black dress. “Hello, Kyungsoo,” she said, flashing me a ruby red smile. “How are you?”

I blinked at her. “You can’t possible expect me to exchange pleasantries with you.” Her smile fell, and I continued, “What are you doing here?” I motioned for her to come inside so we could keep our conversation private. 

She stubbornly filled the doorway. Loudly, she said, “Junmyeon sent me. He said that you were ready to work things out.”

“He—what?” I wheezed. Junmyeon had always been meddlesome, but he had never orchestrated something so terrible. I braced myself against my desk and said, “I’ve told you a million times. There’s nothing to work out. I’m sorry if Junmyeon misled you, but I don’t need—I don’t want to cling to the past.” 

“Then don’t.” Soo-Ah sighed and said, “Let’s try something new. I—I know that I was cruel to you, Kyungsoo. I know I broke your heart. I’ve changed a lot in our year apart, though. I’ve missed you more than I thought was possible. The person I am now—I would never hurt you again.” 

I couldn’t believe a word she said, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. In the days after I learned about her other lover, I imagined her saying those exact words to me. Now that she was saying them to me, her voice sounded hollow like an echo. 

“I’ve changed a lot too.” I forced myself to meet her eyes as I said, “You did break my heart, and I put it back together without you. I hope you’re right. I hope you have changed for the better, but not for my sake. I can never love you again.”

Soo-Ah glared at me and slammed the door. She asked, “Did you really have to say that with the door open?” 

I said, “I’m sorry,” and I meant it. After everything she put me through, I still hated to see Soo-Ah cry. Even if her tears were insincere, I hated to see them. 

“Fine.” She wiped at her eyes. “Junmyeon told me not to leave without you. He said that you’ve been refusing to leave for your book tour. The agency told him that if you don’t get back on schedule, they’ll sever ties with both of you.” 

“I haven’t been refusing to leave,” I argued. “The rain—”

I gestured to the window and noticed that, for the first time since my arrival, the sun shone through the curtains. The storm had passed. As suddenly as the rain started, it ended. Although I knew the day would come, I couldn’t quite believe it had come so soon. 

“The weather’s fine,” Soo-Ah said flippantly. “Our flight leaves in two and half ours. I’ll just see to it that you get where you’re supposed to go, and then I’ll be out of your hair.” 

I gasped. Two and a half hours? Of course, I had always known that it would be better to leave sooner rather than later. Over the days and nights, I must have convinced myself that I could make an eternity out of seven days at the inn. I must have believed that I could make an eternity out of seven days with Eunbi. Now that they were abruptly at a close, I realized how far from an eternity our seven days were. 

“We should probably leave soon,” Soo-Ah said, “unless you want that old woman to charge you for another night.”

I would have glared at her if I hadn’t been paralyzed by the realization that I was at a crossroads. I could leave with Soo-Ah, fullfill my obligations to Junmyeon and everyone at the agency, and continue living life as it had been. Or, I could tell Soo-Ah to leave without me, abandon by obligations to Junmyeon and everyone at the agency, and spend another day or week or forever at the inn to live life as it could be. 

When I stood in Eunbi’s open doorway, I was struck by the stark contrast between what I should do and what I wanted to do. The block of ice in my chest crumbled when Eunbi broke the silence. 

“It doesn’t really have to be goodbye.” Her voice was softer when she didn’t have to yell over the rain. She smiled at me. “You can come back. I’ll always be here.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to leave Eunbi with that image of me. I told her, “I meant everything I said. Name a date, and I’ll meet you for our Roman holiday.” 

She embraced me and promised, “I meant everything I said too.” She pressed something into my hand. “It’s my travel list. I don’t want you to forget our travel plans.”

I didn’t need Eunbi’s list. I wouldn’t forget anything about her for as long as I lived. 

When I finally let her go, she asked, “Do you want me to roll your sleeves for you?” I nodded, so she did. 

When she finished, I said, “Thank you.” 

I told myself that I could be happy if those were the final words we shared. I almost believed myself completely.

#exo angst #exo fluff #exo fic #exo fanfic #kyungsoo angst #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo fic #kyungsoo fanfic #exo imagines #kyungsoo imagines #exo scenarios #kyungsoo scenarios #kpop fic #kpop angst #series: sudden rain

[rancidtae]

ARCADIA’S LULLABY | CHAPTER 4

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI). Warnings: non-consensual drug use Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina) - Kim Minseok/Original Female Character - Zhang Yixing/Original Female Character Word count: 5k chapter summary: while the team is tailing Rina, Baekhyun gets hit with a feeling he thought he'd forgotten. a/n: I feel like a bunny calico critter scattering easter eggs here and there. btw this is where our flashbacks start, so keep an eye out for the date tags at the beginning of each scene

remember what's gone before not loaded with regret

masterlist meet the characters

081222 - 11:00 pm

Byun Baekhyun's a homebody. Always has been.

As the overseer of, well... everything, project manager, and human tech support, his days consist of sitting at the base of operations, otherwise known as home. You’ll find him surrounded by his monitors, headset always in place, eyes everywhere at once.

If there’s a security camera or a mic near, he’ll have eyes and ears on the scene.

Guaranteed, baby.

But he's not against changing the routine from time to time. If anything it’s healthy for his back. He’s 30 now. Paying for years of bad posture is proving to be unavoidable. 

And when it came to this, he had to see it for himself, right?

Because what better opportunity than being hit with the discovery that your childhood friend, who you considered dead for the past decade, is out there, alive?

And if that’s not enough of a plot twist, get this: someone just put up a generous price on her head. 

He’s here to make things a little less invasive after tampering her security system. Sending Sehun, a stranger, to enter her personal space while she’s out at a party simply felt wrong. Granted, he hasn’t seen her or spoken a word to her for at least a decade, but that’s what happens when you think someone’s dead and you’re not the type to fuck around with the Ouija board.

But they spent their childhoods and the uncomfortable purgatory that teenage years are together. They held a funeral for mintchoco, the tiny little lizard at Arcadia, her father’s Arcade joint, and buried him at the park two blocks away. She framed some guy for distribution of tentacle porn at the church youth club because he burned him with a cigarette. He was there for her first breakup and her emo phase. She burned his eyebrows off playing hot potato.

You don't just forget about things like that. It all must count for something, that’s what he tells himself as he pushes the door to her empty apartment open.

“Hi, Rina.”

“You know she’s not here, right?” Sehun says behind him, the entrance corridor’s light turning on make him jump and clutch his heart.

He forgot the guy was there. It's always the same with him and Jongin, they walk so quietly, it’s like dealing with a couple of overgrown cats.

“Yep, I’m aware. I’m just practicing.”

He’s spent the last week thinking about what he’ll say to her once Yixing stops gatekeeping her attention, suggesting a sturdier doorlock might be too much of a giveaway. 

This is it. A typical small loft made of white walls and laminated floor. A small bathroom right by the entrance, a compact c shaped kitchen with a short bar table and two chairs tucked in. The living room consists of a simple green Ikea sofa with a table and a tv in front of it. There’s also a desk next to a globe lamp and a bookcase. It has little to no space available, all the books fit snugly into place.

It’s… cozy, homely down to the details; small potted plants, a quirky variety of mugs, more plants by the balcony, a cat rug on the narrow stair leading up to the open mezzanine. There’s a messy bed up there, just on top of the kitchen.

Sehun hates those. It's common knowledge. He always hits his head on the ceiling.

Speaking of, he's flicking through her vinyl collection. “She’s got good taste.”

“How is it?” Junmyeon asks through the line. He’s back at home with Kyungsoo. They're overseeing the operation while Jongin, Jongdae and Chanyeol are tailing her.

Fucking weird. 

It’s undeniable; someone lives here. This is the space of a functioning adult. It’s hard to picture her when she was neither of those things when they last saw each other.

“You can take a look for yourselves,” Baekhyun says, finding the perfect spot for the nano cam on a frog figurine. “All good, Kyungsoo?” 

“All good,” he confirms. He sounds stiff, more than usual.

Baekhyun’s not any less uncomfortable than him about planting spying devices on her, but everyone agrees and understands why it’s necessary. Usually, he’d just hack into her tv camera or her laptop, but none of those devices gave a decent POV. 

One camera is aimed at the entrance and another is angled from the kitchen. He puts the last one on a corner of the living room, looking in from the balcony. He does his best to avoid her bed upstairs.

“You hid them well?” Jongdae asks. Everyone’s on the line tonight except for Yixing and Minseok. “You know it won’t be pretty if she ever finds out.” 

“I’ll come back and take them off myself once we’re sure she’s clear.”

“She can throw a fit if she likes. Faking her death means she loses privacy rights.” Chanyeol says.

“Alright Vladimir,” Baekhyun shakes his head at the amused glance Sehun gives him from the kitchen. He looks like a Barbie trapped in a Polly Pocket house.

“I’m just saying. Be an asshole, get treated like one.”

The recent discovery of Jung Jiah has had polarizing effect on the team. No one’s been more vocal about their discontent with her than Chanyeol, but that’s to be expected, and Kyungsoo’s sulky as well, spending more time with his plants on the terrace.

While Jongdae and Junmyeon remain as neutral as they can, Yixing’s with him on this one. The two agree that as long as they’re in the dark when it comes to her whereabouts, passing judgment on her is not a fair move.

Minseok, on the other hand, has been making himself extra busy at work, all death-trap eyes when he thinks people are not looking, no feedback during meetings when she's brought up, so that’s bound to be interesting. 

There’s of course a Kim Namjoon factor around her that they can’t ignore.

Minseok and Junmyeon got home that Friday night with the certainty that he knew, and that he intended to drop the revelation on them. 

One thing is clear in the middle of all that confusion, he wants to use her as leverage. He waited until Minseok signed the syndicate deal, successfully infiltrating the organization after months of negotiations, and put her on the table like all five of Exodia's card reunited.

But that doesn't explain the biggest mystery of them all. How did Kang Rina go from being locked up in a federal prison in the middle of nowhere, to the center of Seoul's crime ecosystem as a uni student/journalist under the name of Jung Jiah?

New name, new life, writing for a newspaper, pissing off the wrong crowd, a deadly post it note with Kim Namjoon scribbled on it attached to her head.

“How’s it going in there?” Sehun asks.

“So far so good. Jongin approached her. She's acting tough, but she doesn’t look too upset about it.” Chanyeol says.

It’s too bad that Jongin turned off his mic. There’s a bet going about whether or not she’ll respond to his charm. Jongdae swears Jongin’s everyone’s type when he works his magic, but Baekhyun disagrees. He’s too tall, too young and he’s missing the cat eyes.

For now, Baekhyun's putting the emotional shock to the side and handling this like she set a life-sized board game for them to figure out. If there’s one thing he had in common with her, is being a mystery enjoyer.

There are smartly placed storage cabinets everywhere to save up room like in most of these small single-bedroom apartments. She’s made good use of her entryway closet, it’s stacked with winter shoes, coats, all sorts of bags, and two or three umbrellas.

“Sehun, get your hands out of the fridge, you didn't even wash your hands.” Kyungsoo scolds. 

“She has cat food, but I don't see a cat” Sehun hums. “And for the record, Baekhyun was going through her underwear drawer before he set up the cameras.”

“What?”

“See how he’s not even denying it?"

Baekhyun might’ve fought the false accusations, but he happened to be going through her coats and just noticed a barely noticeable irregularity on the wall– a seam where there shouldn’t be one. Pushing everything to the side and inspecting the interior more closely, he runs his hands along the smooth wooden surface.

Wood, not wall. 

And exactly like he was hopping, there’s a line there, he feels it.

“Kyungsoo, I left the security UI tab open, can you do something for me real quick?” he asks, using his phone flashback to inspect the sides of the closet, finding a blank outlet. 

“Sure.”

“Look through the 220 volts outlets and devices. Uh– there should be one for the ac units, the washing machine, the water heater, cooktop…” he starts counting with his fingers “It’s definitely a circuit of its own.”

“I see a weird one, it doesn't have a name though.” Kyungsoo mumbles.

“It’s a date,” Junmyeon says. “October 10, 2020. Does that sound familiar?”

No, but they can figure that out later. 

“Can you try that one? Just poke it, see if anything happens.” 

And just like that, a section of the wall springs forward with a quiet click. Baekhyun just can’t help the delighted grin that takes over his face. He loves his job, he really does. It's unfortunate that her name came up and she's in danger, but she doesn't disappoint.

“Gotcha, Rinrin.”

“Can you stop talking like she’s there in the room with you? It’s creepy.” Jongdae says.

Chanyeol calls his name. "I think you’re losing that bet."

“What makes you say that?” he asks idly, pushing the door open. 

“She just looked at Jongin like he’s nothing more than a piece of meat.” 

“Jongin, if you’re listening, reel it in, alright? Overdoing it might blow in your faces.” Junmyeon warns.

Fuck the bet, Baekhyun thinks, he’ll pay for Jongdae’s meals for the rest of the year after this. This, right now, is promising to be a goldmine. 

He crosses the threshold, exits another closet just like hers, and finds himself inside the adjacent apartment.

“Baekhyun?” Sehun calls out. He crawls out of the closet and looking around in awe. “Wow. She’s definitely wacky.”

“Kind of” Baekhyun laughs airily, making his way inside and turning on the lights on.

It’s the exact same layout as hers, only mirrored, absent of any furniture other than a desk and a simple chair. It feels more spacious like this, and the temperature is not warm, nor cold, just at the right spot to feel comfortable. 

But there's a wall, and things take another turn. Sehun and Baekhung stop and take it in.

“Not kind of, totally wacky. Something is seriously wrong with her.”

“She got it from her dad.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Kyungsoo asks like he fears they'll say they found human bones.

“I’ll send you pictures in a bit,” Baekhyun assures, attention sucked in.

Now standing in the middle of what should be the living room, the grin slowly relaxes to a curious, careful little smile.

Just what have you been up to, huh?

“Wait, hyung, how’d you know she’d have something like this?”

271111 - Eleven years ago

She called his name and said,

“There’s something I want to show you,”

Baekhyun gave up on the Spiderman-themed decorations. The guys would arrive in about half an hour with drinks, food, and cake for Chanyeol's 19th birthday party, just before the rest of the people they invited, and if Minseok made it, he'd absolutely fix and organize everything to his meticulous standards.

So he jumped from the chair, dusted his hands, and followed her into the backroom.

There was a time, when they were kids, when he envied her so much he sometimes questioned their friendship.

How could he not? Her father owned an Arcade, and that alone gave her a 1% kind of privilege over all the kids at school. Mr. Kang was probably the coolest adult he knew. Everyone liked him at school; he was the teacher that let people hang out in his office and gave free coding lessons on the weekends.

To sum it up, Rina always had it good. She inherited his smart genes, so she didn't have to work herself to the bone to get into a good school, and even if she failed academically, she'd definitely inherit Arcadia.

Now, as a 19-year-old and as a part-time worker for her father's Arcade, Baekhyun had started to feel a hint of pity for her.

It began when she brought up her suspicion about her father hiding something—a family on the side, a shady job, gambling addiction. Chanyeol and Jongdae dismissed her worries and called her paranoid.

And honestly, Baekhyun kind of agreed with them, he just wasn’t that upfront about it. Eventually Rina moved on, started dating some flower boy that was way more into her than she was for him, got her hair done, and that was it. 

But late afternoon, when he was getting rid of paperwork from months back and had nothing better to do, curiosity and boredom got the better of him. He sat down and paid attention to the numbers.

Things didn’t add up.

Arcadia was barely making any profit, sometimes not even enough to cover his salary. Granted, Mr. Kang had inherited the building, so he didn’t have to worry about rent. The electricity bill, the water bill, and maintenance costs were consistently covered. Baekhyun had no idea how much being a math teacher paid, but he had a feeling that it wasn’t nearly enough to get Mr. Kang out of the red.

That was two months ago, and Rina didn’t have much of a reaction when he mentioned it, so that was that. Assuming that she’d moved on for good, it didn't cross his mind until pay day came and Mr. Kang acted as relaxed as always.

It definitely didn't come up as he followed her into the dreaded utility closet where they had once encountered the biggest, fattest spider ever.

Then, she opened the wall right inside the closet.

A door. Where he never knew there was one. Because it was a wall. And walls usually don’t open or have hidden hinges like that. 

But this one did.

Hesitating but kind of curious, he followed her down a dimly lit set of stairs, his hands trailing along the wall.

There was always something about stairs when you don’t know where they lead you. Fear pulled at his gut. 

“Say rinrin...” he began, voice wobbly.

“Mhm?” she responded, her unbothered tone added to his unease.

“This seems kind of unsafe, don’t you think?”

“You’re good, don’t worry,”

That didn't reassure him much, but being Rina, how bad could it be?

Before he could play off his concern with a joke, cold lights blinded him. The peeling paint on the walls and outdated vinyl floors gave the basement an eerie feel. A chill started to get to him, this room wasn’t heated. 

Not that they could afford that anyway.

Rina waited for him at the bottom, red beanie on top of her head, washed-out strands of blue highlights coming down her shoulders.

“Dude.”

“Alright, I’m going. You kind of look like a zombie flick character in this lighting, by the way. Like you just got bitten, but people just can’t tell yet.”

The basement sprawled out before them, larger than any basement Baekhyun had seen. Endless pipelines crisscrossed the ceiling, and despite the layers of dust, it looked and smelled relatively clean.

It really was cold as fuck.

The was a desk in the middle of the room, with a chair he recognized—a high-end, back-friendly model. Crazy expensive. 

But that wasn't it. Several empty server racks lined the back. Baekhyun had never seen that many in his life.

“Wow.”

“Right?”

On the desk were two quad monitor mounts, a keyboard and mouse. Everything covered in a light layer of dust.

“I looked through the paperwork the other night,” she said, watching him curiously hit some keys. “I found blueprints. They didn't include this, but the utility plans mentioned a basement.”

He counted up to fifteen rack cabinets around them, all empty except for one, tucked away in the corner.

“You’re the only person who knows about this,”

His head whipped in her direction. 

He felt kind of proud first, knowing that he’d been the first person someone trusts with something. She had Kyungsoo, Minhee, Minseok, and now her lovesick boyfriend. Chanyeol and Junmyeon as well. But she chose him. 

But then it settled on him. She’d just put the responsibility of being the only other person to know about this place.

She’d been right all along. 

Mr. Kang was hiding something, and it all led down to this basement. Baekhyun knew it looking at the cluster of servers. It just had to.

081222 - 11:30 pm

Sehun is, once again, going through her personal belongings. So far he’s found a loaded 22 under the bed, a brand new set of throwing knives wrapped like a Christmas gift inside her closet, and a hideous khaki jacket with tangled up faux fur on the lapel and cuffs.

“Why is Baekhyun quiet?”

Baekhyun’s sure taking his sweet time back in the eerie mirrored apartment, deep in a trance induced by all the information on the wall-sized bulletin board.

Sehun took a look at his eyes, realized that he wasn’t even listening to him, and decided to give the guy some alone time.

Everyone’s emotional these days.

Earlier today, Baekhyun told him that things could ultimately fall into his and Jongin’s hands, seeing that they're the only members of the team not compromised by personal involvement. He didn’t think much of it then, now it looks like he might've been right.

“He’s busy.” he mumbles, eyeing the small desk just opposite her bed. He has to bend his back to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling, his neck is starting to strain.

Stationery junkie. Explains the bulletin wall. She must take her Pinterest boards extra seriously.

Junmyeon is not happy with the lack of explanation. “Doing what? Why is he still in the closet?”

Chanyeol cuts in. “I’m not gonna make a joke out of that sentence. But I could, if I was in the mood. I’m just not.”

“He found a hidden door inside the entryway closet, it’s connected to the other apartment. She has the creepiest bulletin wall. She has pictures, documents, maps. Nothing related to Lee Chungjae, I think.”

Whatever intel she has in there, it looks like years' worth of work. 

Sehun is more concerned about how a journalist can afford double rent in this economy and how she got a secret security door installed without the building owner finding out and getting a hefty lawsuit.

He's kind of impressed..

Chanyeol sighs. “She has a fucking death wish.”

“No. She has a job.”

“Oh. That's definitely not a work thing, that shit is personal. Stalker levels of information. And she definitely doesn’t want anyone getting their hands on it.”

He would've approached it differently—nothing as flashy as a whole wall filled up with evidence. But he respects her for staying on the analog side of things.

If there's something they know in their line of work, is that digital means vulnerability.

But still, it took Baekhyun less than an hour to find his way in there, perhaps even less time than it would've taken him to find it if she stored everything in a bulletproof server.

All the effort, surely a few paychecks of investment, all for someone to go through that door and just find hard evidence on everything.

“Guys, this is gonna be awkward,” he says, pausing before further investigating her pink skincare mini-fridge. “But she’s got– uh, a fuckton of downers in here.” 

He’s seen some shit in his own time, but nothing like this. Several crystal bottles neatly lined up next to her toner pads and chemical exfoliator.

“Ok,” Junmyeon says, very carefully. “What– what kind?”

“Isoflurane.”

"That's not even a thing. You just made that up."

“You're joking.”

“Isn’t that... anesthesia?” Jongdae asks, but it looks like he already knows the answer.

"Anesthesia!?"

Sehun would love to know how she gets her hands on it. Few substances are as meticulously handled as anesthetics. 

He holds a bottle in his gloved hand and reads the label. If he remembers correctly, isoflurane vaporizes at room temperature, so it makes sense that she keeps them here. Inside a skincare fridge, though? Who even thinks of that?

But she sleeps with a 22 under her, so there’s that. Absolutely fucking wacky.

“But she doesn’t look– you know? She seems healthy. Yixing says she looks great.” Kyungsoo argues, sounding really against the notion that she might be using. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“There’s something called high-functioning addiction.” Chanyeol counters.

“I know that. But it doesn’t make sense.” 

Sehun agrees.

We’re missing something here.

Frustrated, he moves on to a plastic storage box under her desk. The first thing he finds, much to his surprise, is a bunch of packaged gas masks.

She’s meticulous. She carefully set up the door and the wall at other apartment. But Baekhyun found it. Easily. Like it was child’s play.

There’s a package underneath the gas masks. Blue filter replacements. Enough of them to make him stop in his tracks and his stomach drop.

He recognizes this grade. They’re made specifically for toxic fumes and chemical substances.

He slams his head against the ceiling.

“Fuck!”

“Sehun?” 

Sehun rips the plastic with his teeth, hastily puts a mask on. And runs down the narrow stairs.

“It’s a setup.”

He runs down the corridor. 

Inside the closet.

Pushes the door. Enters the mirrored apartment.

And there’s Baekhyun, sprawled on the floor, motionless.

Unconscious.

081322 - 01:45 am 

They’re usually better than this.

As in, most days in this job don’t end up with two people in the emergency room, and someone donating blood.

Turns out he has the same blood type as Miss Nut Nut. 

The night came to an end in a blur, and then things slowed down to an almost unbearable pace. Thankfully Dr. Jangmi picked up Junmyeon’s call immediately and made sure Baekhyun and the girl –who got in the way of a bullet, successfully this time– both had the best attention. As soon as possible.

Naturally, and thanks to the fact that they knew what substance he was on, Baekhyun gets discharged first, within hours.

He looks like he’s seen better days, pale skin, dry lips, IV drip next to him as Jongdae wheels him inside the private waiting room. Still, he flashes a boxy grin, rolling his eyes at the different looks of concern he gets.

“Wait, listen– it wasn’t that bad. I think I could be a drug addict in another life.”

Some find that funny, some don’t. Overall, everyone’s relieved to see that he feels fine enough to joke around.

“How’s she?”

“Still in surgery,” Kyungsoo says, holding an empty cup of coffee between his hands. 

It’s been a while since they’re all in the same room at the same time. There’s always more than one person missing, even when they go out for a meal and drinks at night. Usually, it’s Jongdae and Minseok, sometimes it’s Yixing.

“Is it bad?”

Jongin blinks down at the floor, fresh out of the shower, with a fresh set of clothes on. His whole shirt and lap were soaked in blood. Through and through. Sehun took a look at him and let him know that he would kill it in any Japanese horror movie, and congratulated him for surviving his interaction with Miss Saw.

“She lost a lot of blood, but they have it under control. They’re fixing up an artery right now.”

Minseok walks in, tie undone, bags under his eyes, a cloud of tobacco around him. He closes the door behind him and nods at Baekhyun, coming to rest a hand on his shoulder.

Jongdae offers to get another batch of coffee.

“You alright?” 

“A little drowsy, but it’s cool.” he fixes his throat. “It’s like waking up from the best worst nap ever. Uh– she knows, by the way.”

Minseok’s fingers running through his hair still, Baekhyun fears for a moment that his fist will close. His scalp is too sensitive.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Jongdae, be a sweetheart and get me some water, please. I’m still,” he grabs the handles of the wheelchair, ignoring the awaiting eyes on him. “figuring this thing out.”

“What does she know?”

Jongdae forgets about the coffee and gets him a bottle from the fridge.

"For fucks sake, Baekhyun."

He holds a finger up, taking short sips and making sure to wet his lips. Kyungsoo stands up and swiftly grabs the bottle from his hands.

“Talk.”

“That is incredibly rude, I almost died tonight.”

“And you still can. Start talking.”

“Ok. Alright. Look, she doesn’t know know, but she’s… well on her way there.”

All eyes are on him, as if waiting for the punch line to drop, or for him to start laughing and tell them how bad they fell for it. 

Junmyeon’s careful blink means he knows there is no such thing as a joke going on at the moment. “What are you saying right now?” 

“She knows about High Tide. She doesn’t know know about the Arcadia Initiative, but she’s… I don’t think she’s that far off. Oh, and there was... something called Project Selene." 

“Is it ok to talk about this here?” Sehun asks, side-eyeing Jongin, and finds that his face is contorted in a strange grimace. 

Junmyeon stands from his seat, running both hands through his hair, sounding breathless. “How’s that even possible?”

“She talked to Krystal, they met at some point. She must’ve been one of her sources.”

Sehun wonders if his ears are deceiving him. “What?” 

“I’m sure of it. She saw my tattoo and mentioned a friend who had one just like it. Red, back of her neck. It had to be Krystal.”

Chanyeol’s voice is hoarse and quiet. His hands hang between his thighs, a grimace wrinkling his face.

“That’d be shitty, wouldn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“After Mr. Kang... you know. She was right about him from the start.” he chuckles humorlessly “And now when she’s close to finding the truth, if she-- if she doesn’t make it--”

Baekhyun cuts him off.  “That’s fucked up, man.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I was angry and I got distracted. This wouldn’t have happened if didn’t stall.”

“It’s not your fault.” Kyungsoo protests, put off by the fact that he’s considering such a thing, looking around for backup. 

“We all made the call. I could’ve stepped up, talked to her and got her out of the city for a while, and we could’ve avoided this.” Yixing follows, putting his hand on Chanyeol's shoulder. “So don’t blame yourself, Chanyeol. We’ve had a rough night, but she’s stubborn. She’ll pull through. Dr. Jangmi's helped us out of worse before.”

“It was a delicate situation, we all knew there was an added risk.” Minseok's tone is unreadable. But there’s nothing new about that.

“You’re right.” Yixing nods. “We’ll discuss what we’ll do about... everything Baekhyun found in its due time, once she recovers. And we’re all cool-headed.”

“Yeah. Let’s just... deal with this later.” Junmyeon says. There’s a haggard look on his face, but his bloodshot eyes keep staring at a specific spot on the floor, probably already thinking of the implications of this revelation, of the consequences, and the possible moves to make.

Jongin and Sehun share a look. The tension has risen again, as it has several times this week when the subject comes up. Every single time it feels like an argument is imminent and shit will hit the fan, though it never quite gets there. 

And it only adds up for the next time.

“What’s there to discuss?” Minseok asks in a tone that leaves no space for answers, regarding Junmyeon and Yixing with a coldness in his expression that takes Sehun by surprise. "Isn't it obvious?"

His tired expression from before and heavy eyelids have sharpened to a stern mask they’ve seen only a few times since he met him. It’s not usual that Minseok talks like the eldest, so when he does, the room stills and holds its breath.

“The second she learns the truth this will make it to The Chronicle’s front page. When that happens, this all goes down, we go down, and she goes down. They won’t be this sloppy.”

Junmyeon looks away, jaw clenched. Chanyeol keeps his eyes on the floor. Jongdae looks out of the window at the view from Kyunkook Hospital. It started to rain a few minutes ago, and he can’t tell if the timing is terrible or soothing. 

“She's not a risk we can afford to take.”

Baekhyun looks down at the diluted blood filling up the drip chamber in his hand.

Only Yixing looks directly at Minseok while he’s speaking. His expression gives away nothing.

“Jung Jiah can never know the truth. She got close, and that’ll be it. We'll make sure of it.”

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[cyberexo]

[01:56]

“There’s just something so sweet about the way he lies to me.. i don’t know,” your finger traced the wooden table as you left your mind drift away from whatever logic your friend was trying to feed you, recalling all of the sweet pet names he’d give you, how he showers you with his artificial affections, the way he makes love to you- as if you were the only one in this life for him; yes it was bad but it was good- sort of like a guilty pleasure, you know you shouldn’t indulge but you do anyway.

“Baekhyun isn’t good for you, and you know it.”

#exo angst #? kinda #exo baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun timestamp #sweet lies #timestamp #exo timestamp

[baekstans]

does anyone remember a sehun angst fanfic series where the girl was really insecure and mistreated and had a scar on her face? i cant remember much else about it but i really want to go back and read it/see if there were any new updates since i last read it.

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[archernarbeta]

On the Floor,

✴︎ pairing : Kyungsoo x Reader

✴︎ genre : angst, mystery, I don’t know 😭 Kyungsoo is an idol tho

✴︎ warnings : mentions of suicide, description of smoking

✴︎ wc : 750

✴︎ a/n : I guess this is loosely inspired by smoking Soo from Room No.7? I’m honestly not sure.

“You’re staring again.”

He stated in a matter-of-factly manner. The dim lighting of the living room illuminated his skin too well, giving it a soft glow even though the rest of the space was pitch black. Nevertheless, his was special. He’s like those people you could easily see in the middle of a crowd, always so glowing that in the darkest night, he’s all you see. The little light reflected the moles on his face. A few on his cheeks, the ones on his chin that is always covered by makeup and a little one on his lips- the less prominent one people like to miss.

“You’re spacing out, stop that” he quipped, “I don’t like when your eyes go blank like this.” he sighed before picking up another cigarette from the pack. He lit it up and brought it to his mouth, inhaling a deep breath of nicotine before puffing out a heavy wisp, covering the room. You stared at him wordlessly, gazing at him and the filled ashtray, remnants of the nicotine sticks crowded the tray with bits of ashes falling down dirtying the floor.

“You picked up smoking, again.” It was now your turn to state a matter-of-fact opinion. You hated this habit of his, smoking. No matter how much he mentioned how smoking helps him stay sane, you refused to understand. Because with each puff, you felt him slowly chipping away just like the smoke coming out from his lips.

There were times where you got into fights because of his habits, commotion filled with yelling and screaming due to the deadly little sticks. Both of you were too young then, too foolish and obviously way too naïve to be playing house with each other.

To think about it, you were willing to do anything to bring those heated moments back. The never ending bickering filled with so much raw emotions. You’d do anything to redo it all over again, anything but this. Staring into each other, silently killing each other inside wordlessly in the darkness of once a vivid living space.

He held his gaze at your figure and the way that the hollow of your cheeks becomes visible each day broke him more than he’d like to admit. But to be fair, he knew a part of it was his fault anyways. He gave a low hum as if he wanted your attention. It was a stupid move knowing that you wouldn’t care, you stopped caring about him a long time ago.

“I can’t do this.” He took another huff and stared at the ceilings, paying little to no attention to the fact that the room was nearly pitch black.

“Neither can I.”

Something inside of him snapped as if your response pushed his buttons, “Stop that. Stop trying to respond to me.”

“Isn’t that what you want? For me to respond- talk to you?” You countered back almost immediately, a sharp tone coming out of you.

He sighed and ruffled his hair out of frustration before taking another cigarette out from its box, lighting his nth stick. He lit it up slowly, in contrast with the hold he has on the stick, you reckon he’d crush the cigarette soon before having a whiff from it with that hold.

“It’s not like you could,” he replied while kissing the toxins with his plump lips.

“Then what are you doing now, Soo?”

“Fuck. I- I don’t know. Maybe I’m angry? That you’re suddenly dead but I’m still fucking here walking in circles. Life’s already shit and now I need to wait for something half as good as you?! Hell- maybe I should be angry y/n. You should’ve gave me a heads up, you know? Something along the lines with, ‘hey I might take my own life tomorrow?’ would be fucking great! But maybe I’m scared that I’ll miss you? I know I’ll fucking miss you, I’ll get hooked by cigs again and half of it- is your fault! Do you know how fucking unfair this is? For God’s sake… why did you do this?” Kyungsoo huffed and puffed before exhaling an exhausted breath.

“Do you know that for all the times that you started hating life, you started to despise me, I never stopped loving you? Fuck- not an inch of me isn’t filled with love for you. Do you know how much I love you?” He spoke into thin air.

He took another draw before staring at your lifeless body. It was apparent that his eyes were again brimming with tears. He sobbed like a mad man when he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The fact was, Do Kyungsoo had been crying for the past 2 hours. During that time, a confused and lost Do Kyungsoo had finished a pack and a half of cigarettes.

He had found you in the dark after work, not breathing, soulless in the corners of what he called home. Much like your soul, his sanity had left him the second he saw you. He hesitantly held your hand once in a while, checking if the warmth of your body was still there. He knew he probably had his screws loose by now.

After his last cigarette, Kyungsoo had his last straw. He finally fished out his phone and jammed the numbers of the emergency line, something he supposed to do hours ago.

“911? My girlfriend took her own life.”

“OD. Two and a half hours ago.”

“Lifeless, on the floor.”

“I- I don’t know… I don’t think have any reasons to call sooner? She- she was already dead…”

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