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tomorrowxtogether · 9 months

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EXCLUSIVE: Dior Names K-pop Group Tomorrow X Together Brand Ambassadors

The five-member group wore custom Kim Jones-designed stage outfits for their headline performance at Lollapalooza Aug. 5.

PARIS — Fresh off of last weekend’s Lollapalooza music festival in Chicago, K-popquintet Tomorrow X Together, aka TXT, have been crowned the newest Dior brand ambassadors.

Their custom-designed Dior stage ensembles were a stylish teaser for the official announcement.

Dior artistic director Kim Jones created the bespoke concert outfits members Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Hueningkai wore onstage as part of their 20-song, history-making set as the first Korean group to headline the music festival.

“Tomorrow X Together are the perfect ambassadors for Dior. They have a great attitude and style and they look great in their custom stage outfits,” said Jones. The looks recalled the sci-fi-inspired, slightly utilitarian feel of his pre-fall 2023 collection, staged last December in Egypt.

Their appointment as ambassadors “seals their friendship with Dior and Kim Jones,” the company said. “The South Korean singers now embody the spirit and singularity of Dior style, a modernity with a timeless signature.”

“Our headlining at Lollapalooza was one of the most significant performances of our career. It was truly an honor to share the stage with Dior, and we hope to continue to show Tomorrow X Together’s versatility through this partnership,” said Soobin. The group leader wore a gray silk polkadot sleeveless gilet, gray wool chino pants with a matching short kilt.

“I’m thrilled to become an ambassador of Dior and represent a brand that I am personally fond of,” said Yeonjun. “I loved being onstage and dressed in the special outfits that Kim Jones designed for us.” He sported a beige wool tweed sleeveless gilet, beige wool chino pants with a matching long kilt.

“It is a great honor to share a milestone moment with Dior. I look forward to the synergy we will be creating together,” added Beomgyu. He kept it cool in brown wool pleated shorts, paired with a brown wool cropped zip jacket, a brown silk polkadot sleeveless gilet onstage.

Taehyun wore a beige wool tweed sleeveless gilet, brown wool chino pants with matching long kilt for the performance. “Collaborating with a major fashion house like Dior for a music festival as big as Lollapalooza was truly amazing. I also look forward to our journey ahead with Dior,” he said of working with the brand.

The group’s youngest member Hueningkai added that the concert marked the first step for the ambassadorship. “Lollapalooza marked the beginning of our journey as Dior ambassadors. Dressing in Dior stage outfits specially designed by Kim Jones that suited us perfectly added to the indescribable joy we felt on that big stage,” he said.

He wore a gray wool cropped zip jacket, a gray silk polka dot sleeveless gilet, grey wool pleated shorts with matching short kilt.

Soobin, Yeonjun and Taehyun sported Dior Oblique B33 sneakers, while Beomgyu and Hueningkai both wore the brand’s Carlo boots.

The house had an early eye for K-pop’s global popularity and and growing cultural power. Jones designed custom looks for K-pop supergroup — and TXT senior label mates — BTS’ “Love Yourself: Speak Yourself” tour in 2019.

BTS’ Jimin joined Dior as global ambassador last year. His presence at the January menswear show lured thousands of fans to wait outside the venue for a glimpse of the superstar. Astro’s Cha Eun-woo and Exo’s Sehun are also ambassadors for Dior Men’s, while Blackpink’s Jisoo has been an ambassador on the womenswear side since 2019.

In June, Jones celebrated his five-year anniversary at the house with a powerful “pop-up” show that saw models emerge from the floor in cropped sweaters, herringbone cardigans and metallic tweed coats.

TXT’s “Sugar Rush Ride” is nominated in the Best K-pop category at the MTV Video Music Awards set to take place on Sept. 12.

#txt #tomorrow x together #230810 #article #WWD #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #Dior

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holdingforexo · 7 months

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A while back you mentioned that exo’s osts are your introductions to kdramas…. I’m wondering if you have a favorite drama and who is your favorite actor?

I’m actually so excited about this ask because I rarely, if ever, get any about kdrama on this blog unless it relates to EXO, understandably so. I’m going to first mention Kyungsoo, because... of course.

But Kim Minjae is kdrama’s underrated ace and one of the loves of my life. I think he’s a brilliant actor with incredible range and a bright personality—I have no idea why he isn’t more popular within his generation of actors. He’s probably my favorite rapper as well, but let’s not go there today.

Shoutout to Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Jongdae for singing OSTs on two of Minjae’s dramas. I probably wouldn’t have found him otherwise. But my love went off to war last month and now I’m just depressingly rewatching all of his dramas.

Favorite kdramas, in no particular order, below the cut ⤵

DO YOU LIKE BRAHMS? (Park Eunbin, Kim Minjae) IF YOU WISH UPON ME (Ji Changwook, Choi Sooyoung) DR. ROMANTIC 1-3 (ensemble) MR. QUEEN (Shin Hyesun, Kim Junghyun) DALI AND THE COCKY PRINCE (Kim Minjae, Park Gyuyoung) LOVESTRUCK IN THE CITY (Ji Changwook, Kim Jiwon) WHEN THE WEATHER IS FINE (Park Minyoung, Seo Kangjoon) 100 DAYS MY PRINCE (Doh Kyungsoo, Nam Jihyun) IT’S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY (Kim Soohyun, Seo Yeaji)

#answered

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adxele · 1 month

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about me !

• hello! please call me adele or della ^^ it's not my irl name but i really like this nickname :)

• my pronouns are she/her.

• mbti: infp-t

• my zodiac sign is taurus! i was born in 6th may <3 (me n nagi twinnin')

• LIKES: chemistry, algebra, books, listening to music, drawing, playing guitar, afternoon naps, black tea, traveling and fantasy movies ♡

• DISLIKES: negative+always saying cringe people, little ipad kids, disrespectful students, any type of bug.

⋆˚✿˖° CHARACTERS I LOVE:

⋆.˚ BLLK: isagi, nagi, bachira, chigiri, reo and rin.

⋆.˚ HAIKYUU: sugawara, hinata, daichi, kiyoko, yachi and nishinoya.

⋆.˚ JJK: itadori, megumi, nobara, toge and yuta.

⋆.˚ PJSK: akito, rui, kaito, tsukasa, shiho, shizuku and n25 group.

✧˖° KPOP GROUPS I LISTEN TO:

• enhypen

• blackpink

• twice

• newjeans

• stray kids

• exo

• ive

• bts

• seventeen

• red velvet

• txt

• (g)i-dle

• GAMES I PLAY:

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ genshin impact

༘⋆ honkai star rail

⋆.˚✮ project sekai

࿔•ʚ ensemble stars

#ermmm what the scallop #gotta be the most boring and ugly gtkm post #i acrually dont know #happy spring break btw #about me #get to know me

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years

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The Trench Coat

Genre: EXO AU, Baekhyun AU

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, discussion of nudity, implied smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: It’s your boyfriend’s army discharge day and you’re ready to spend the day together–that is, until your boyfriend’s friends show up unannounced for a surprise welcome party. When your boyfriend arrives, he’s got other things on his mind, mainly what you’ve got underneath that trench coat of yours!

A/N: This was a request for a Baekhyun discharge story, so I hope you like it! Please re-blog if you liked it so that others can find it easier <3

*Please note: I do not own the pictures above, so credit should be given to the original owner(s)*

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You opened the drawer, running your hands over the multi-colored garments within. It had been a long time since these particular clothing items had seen the light of day. You surveyed your options: red lace, pale pink satin, green chiffon, and purple silk. You pondered long and hard, wondering which ensemble would be most pleasing to your man– it was his welcome home party today, afterall, and you wanted to welcome him in style.

Sometime later, you stood in front of the mirror, modeling a red lace teddy and analyzing its effect. Unsatisfied, you removed it, dropping it onto the floor in frustration. Nothing seemed quite right and you had no time to go out and buy something else, with your boyfriend being due in–

You jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

You frowned, looking over at the clock. Baekhyun wasn’t supposed to arrive home for another two hours and you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. Hurrying to your closet, you threw on a tan trench coat, making sure the thick fabric covered all the important bits.

Walking barefoot to the front door, you checked the video feed, surprised to see the faces of your boyfriend’s best friends–Chanyeol, Jongdae, Minseok, Junmyeon, and Kyungsoo, and Yixing, carrying an assortment of party decorations and snacks. You had no idea what they were doing here–sure, they knew Baekhyun was coming home today, but he’d been very clear that he wanted the first night to be with you and you alone.

Chanyeol’s voice booms through the speaker: “Y/N-ah, we’re here!”

You cracked the door open part-way. “Hey, guys”, you greeted lamely. “I–uh–wasn’t expecting you…what are you doing here?”

“We’re here for the surprise welcome home party for Baekhyun, of course!” Minseok fist pumped the air, clearly jazzed for a celebration.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. At no point did you recall having a conversation about a party of any kind. “Right…the surprise party…for Baekhyun…”, you laughed nervously, struggling to play along.

Junmyeon’s smile faded. “Yeah…the one that Chanyeol asked you about last week…right?”

When you gave no response, Junmyeon looked to Chanyeol, who had suddenly gone very quiet, for an answer. “Right, Chanyeol?”

Chanyeol handed the balloons off to Minseok. “Hyung, I definitely texted Y/N about this last week,” he said, confident at first. He scrolled through his phone to locate the afore-mentioned texts. Gradually, his shoulders slumped, as he tried and failed to find what he was looking for. “Sorry,” he said, looking abashed.

“So, let me get this straight…Y/N had no idea we were coming and we just showed up here, out of the blue?” Junmyeon looked ready to give the taller, yet younger man a stern scolding.

You intervened, hoping to ward off a fight and avoid making a scene in the hallway. It’s fine–really,” you said, lying through your teeth. “I’m sure Baekhyun will be excited to see you.” You held the door open and waited as they filed through, returning Kyungsoo’s small smile of sympathy as he passed by.

~*~

You were overwhelmed. No, that was an understatement. You were really overwhelmed. What you’d hoped to be a quiet night with just you and your lover had turned into nothing short of a circus. You watched in a daze as Chanyeol hung the piñata filled with sour candies. In the kitchen, Kyungsoo grilled meats, rolled kimbaps, and seasoned side dishes. Minseok was setting up the bar area and Jongdae was getting a song playlist going. When Chanyeol started vetoing most of his song choices, Jongdae could be heard loudly exclaiming, “Ahhh waeee?!”

Looking for a bit of peace, you quietly slipped out the door. You made your way to the stairwell, still clothed only in your tan trench coat, having been unable to change due the boys’ presence in every room of your apartment. With a sigh, you plopped down on the top step. Nothing’s going according to plan, you thought miserably. You’d wanted nothing more than to have Baekhyun all to yourself, to touch him and hold him as much as you wanted. To fall asleep in his arms, his familiar scent on your pillow.

You hid your face in your lap, tears burning in your eyes and slipping traitorously down your cheeks. You didn’t want to be sad, not when the day you’d been waiting for had finally come.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, struggling to see through your tears. But, you didn’t need to see to know he was there. You’d recognize his voice anywhere. It was your Baekhyun, coming home to you at last.

Dropping his pack, he came to you immediately. “What’s the matter, baby?” He held your face in his hands and tenderly wiped the tears away.

You threw your arms around him, holding him close, remembering what it felt like to be held. More tears came and went, soaking into Baekhyun’s coat, as the events from today melded with the long, lonely nights of waiting. How long you stood there, you didn’t know–seconds, minutes, years, it didn’t matter, time stood still.

“Y/N, why were you sitting in the stairwell crying? Did something happen?” Baekhyun ran his hand rhythmically over your hair, making it hard for you to concentrate.

You hummed into his chest. “It’s a long story, Baek,” you said quietly.

“Yeah? Well, let’s go inside and you can tell me all about it.” Baekhyun bent to gather his pack in one arm, keeping the other tightly wound around you, clearly wanting as little space as possible between you. He led you out of the stairwell and down the hallway.

“Baek, before we go in, there’s something I need to–”

Before you could finish your sentence, the door opened and you and Baekhyun were pulled through. Confetti poppers exploded around you as the boys swarmed Baekhyun for hugs and enthusiastic back pats.

Looking over Jongdae’s shoulder, Baekhyun mouthed, “What?”, confusion obvious on his face.

Resigned, you simply shrugged, not wanting to ruin all the hard work the boys had put into everything. Kyungsoo offered you a drink and you accepted, noticeably parched after your waterworks episode earlier.

As the swarm thinned and the boys went to grab food or drinks, Baekhyun made his way back over to you. “So this is what you were trying to tell me about, babe?”

You nodded your head affirmatively, learning towards Baekhyun so the other boys wouldn’t hear. “Yeah, they showed up about two hours ago…unannounced,” you admitted.

“Chanyeol?” he asked, clearly understanding of the score.

“Who else?” you asked rhetorically, a small smile in your voice.

Baekhyun sighed, gathering both your hands in his. “I know this isn’t what either of us were envisioning for tonight, but soon they’ll be out of here and then it’ll just be the two of us. And then the real fun begins,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

That definitely sounded good to you.

“That coat looks kind of warm, Y/N. Do you want to take it off?” Baekhyun moved to undo the belt at your waist.

You assured him you were fine, skillfully moving out of reach before you happened to flash anyone at the party.

Undeterred, Baekhyun continued: You don’t need a coat in here, Y/N, you’ll get overheated–”

“Baekhyun, stop,” you hissed. Lowering your voice so you were sure no one would hear, you added: I’m. Not. Wearing. Any. Clothes. Under Here.”

Baekhyun’s pupils dilated and he released the breath he’d been holding in a loud whoosh. He slid his arms around your waist, pulling you close till his lips rested at your ear. “You’re naked under there?”

His voice had taken on a strained quality, spurring electrical pulses in your belly.

Baekhyun turned abruptly to address the guests in the room. “Everybody out.”

The room stopped and all eyes turned to you and him. It was Chanyeol who spoke first.

“But hyung, we planned this whole part for you, we can’t just–”

Kyungsoo grabbed Chanyeol and pulled him to the door, muttering that he should “be quiet” and “read the room”. The others took their cues, emptying the place in record time, with Junmeyon assuring you they’d be back tomorrow to clean up.

Finally alone.

Before you could blink, Baekhyun pulled you in for a mind-numbing kiss, pointedly fingering belt on your coat. “Now, let’s see the present that my baby got for me,” he whispered, a wicked smile on his face. “And look, she was so kind as to wrap it up.”

You squealed as Baekhyun hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.

After depositing you on the bed, Baekhyun slowly loosened the ties at your waist, his hands shaking with anticipation after so long.

Watching as Baekhyun took in the sight of you, you were reminded of one of the most basic tenets of fashion: sometimes simple is better. And as far as this outfit went, you were very inclined to agree.

~*~

Thank you so much for reading, The Trench Coat! If you liked what you read, I would so appreciate it if you re-blogged this so that others can find it easier and enjoy it too! I love hearing from people, so feel free to leave a comment or send an ask with feedback or reactions :)

XOXO,

Emmy

#baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fic #exo baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x oc #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x y/n #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun request #exo #exo fic #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo fanfics

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torivegafromindia · 8 months

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KIM JUNMYEON & KIM MINJI

Leaders who look like cinnamon rolls but could kill you if they wanted. I also think they'd be the secret aces of a surprise collaboration.

A String of Fate (3292 words) by torivegafromindia Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: EXO (Band), Dreamcatcher (Korea Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Minji | JiU/ Kim Junmyeon | SUHO Characters: Dreamcatcher (Korea Band) Ensemble, Kim Minji | JiU, Kim Junmeyon, EXO Ensemble, InSomnia Dreamcatcher Fandom, EXO-L Fanclub, Lee Siyeon, Park Chanyeol Additional Tags: philippines, Asia Artist Awards, Hurdle by SUHO, Guitarist SUHO, Guitarist JiU, Shatter by Dreamcatcher Summary: Kim Minji and Kim Junmyeon are just artists who go by stage names JiU and SUHO. A chance encounter on terrace during their coincidental stay during an awards show held outside of South Korea leads these leaders to meet and talk. What progresses is just the start of a relationship.

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher aesthetic moodboard #exo aesthetic moodboard #exo l #insomnia #dreamcatcher x exo #kim junmyeon #kim minji #jiu #suho #seven #kpop moodboard #couple moodboard #kpop power leaders #leader moodboard

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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Ain't No Grave

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43028733

by glittercake, Yavannie

In 2010, Sam loses the love of his life in Bakhmala and retires from the Air Force. Late 2014, with the fall of Hydra, the love of his life comes back from the dead to assassinate him. In which the Winter Soldier is Sam's EXO-7 partner. In which he is shot down and believed to be dead. In which Sam carries that loss around for years before a violent twist of fate reunites them.

Words: 4411, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Falcon!Bucky, falcon!Sam, Falling In Love, Secret Identity, Brainwashing, Torture, Presumed Dead, Grief/Mourning, Reunions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ensemble Cast

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43028733

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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uraumezawa · 1 year

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Get to know me! (updated!)

Uchuu~!

Name: Denisse

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 17

Anime you currently watched: Horimiya: Piece, Bungou Stray Dogs S5, My Happy Marriage and Jujutsu Kaisen S2

K-Drama you currently watched: School 2015

K-Pop groups you stan: BTS, BLACKPINK, TWICE, ITZY, LE SSERAFIM, IVE, NMIXX, STAYC, ENHYPEN, EXO, TREASURE

Games you currently play: Genshin Impact (stopped due to storage), Honkai Star Rail and Ensemble Stars!

Fave Enstars units: Knights, Valkyrie, Ra*bits, Fine, Trickstar, Akatsuki

Fave Genshin characters: Kazuha, Hu Tao, Al Haitham, Raiden Shogun, Wanderer and Mona

Manga you currently read: Blue Lock (totally in volume 2)

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bambooinwind · 2 years

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SPY AU.

Summary:You work in the Stables, an escort company operating in the web of lies and eyes of a government service simply known as the Box. A terrible mistake put you in contention with your boss and stuck on the bottom rung of the career ladder. The journey to regaining his trust, and your self-respect, proves an eventful one.

Pairing Min Yoongi x Fem! Reader

Content: Short Black-belly Boss! Suga x Tall Muscle Head! Reader; Wrangler! Jungkook, Honeypot! Jin, EXO Crossover Hoodlum! Chanyeol and ensemble; Bar fights, Hotel fights, Bathcurtain fights; Nookie Snu Snu; Read with caution, abandon morals all ye who enter etc etc... blt...

A/N: L/N mentioned stands for 'last name'. Rhea is reader's code/nickname, three guesses why, winner gets one situation written into subsequent chapters. Author starting to depise the use of Y/N, please suggest alternate names. Later chapters with explicit content will be posted on AO3.

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You were breaking into a man's house when your earpiece crackled.

"Rhea," Jungkook whispered into your ear. "Rhea, you've got to answer me. Where are you?"

You coughed. "Um, good morning."

"Morning? It's fucking two a.m. Why aren't you in your hotel room?"

"Because the target isn't."

"… What."

You grimaced. "He gave me the slip. We talked about me making him breakfast, something silly like that. Then we went to bed. He did a bunk after he thought I fell asleep."

"Okay, so? He's commitment phobic. Op isn't working, we'll hand him off to the the Dogs. If he blabs to them, it's off to the basement. End of story."

"Not okay, and not end of story," you hissed. "I'm so bloody tired of mooching around hotel rooms and bars and back alleys of clubs. This man has never once invited me to his house. He calls ahead a week before a meetup and he always arrives an hour before we do. "

Static on his end. Bloody typical. "He's used to surveillance. Like he's got something to hide. And that bug we put on his phone is giving us nothing. I'm sure it's a burner. Cookie," you said, "you read the dossier; he associates with known agitators. Why can't we dig deeper ourselves?"

"Because we'd need a juicy fat signature from the big guns before we do anything beyond our job detail." Jungkook hissed back. "Sealed and sanctioned. If that's what'll tick your clock, we'll do that. Bring in Moles, bring in more techies. Find a time he's not at his office and his hou- oh, my god. Please," he swore up a storm and you winced as your eardrums bore the brunt of it. "You're at his house aren't you?"

"Technically," you looked down, "I'm on his drain pipe."

You were clinging to it like a chimpanzee. Wearing all black, sweat had pooled in the hollows of your joints. Your plams were slippery too.

Any more of that and you'd come slipping off it like a soused pole dancer. You'd already wasted enough time with Jungkook.

"I followed the target to this house after several detours. I think it's his real place. He's probably conked out on his bed. I'll be quick, in and out."

"No, you come down from there this instant! Rhea!?"

"It's fine," you gasped. Your arms were beginning to strain. "If he catches me, I'll just pretend to be crazy. Say I fell in love with him, and I was desperate. Apologize for stalking him and jump out of a window."

"You are crazy."

"Sure," you huffed. You started climbing again. You were close to the target's study window on the second floor. Just a stretch of hands and you could start picking the lock.

"Look," Jungkook pleaded, "I can put in a request first thing in the morning, and we'll run this thing tidy as you please. Anyway," he continued, "you kept your earpiece in, and that means you must have wanted me to ping you, right? Right?"

"Uh-huuh." With your tongue between your teeth, you pried open his window with a chisel. Lucky it was a sash type, and lucky you snagged that chisel from Jungkook's emergency toolbox in his van. The lock gave with a quiet pop. You slid the frame up. The opening seemed so sinister, the darkness inside like some gaping wound.

"Listen," you whispered. "I'm going to have to go."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Chief Min is going to fucking skin us."

Chief Min? Your heart thumped. Whether it was nerves for what you were about to do, or the thought of Chief Min, his face frozen in displeasure-- you couldn't say. But it was too late for second guesses.

You climbed into the house.

_ _ _ _

The mild susurration of grass accompanied you in dreams. You seemed to feel the green blades on your cheeks, smelling fresh scents of daisies and sandalwood.

… Sandalwood? Now that didn't seem quite right. But the meadow was so comfortable, your back so warm, that you stretched your limbs in bliss and turned on your side.

“L/N.”

“L/N!”

It sounded like a foghorn blaring straight into your skull. You jerked awake. Your boss had wrenched open the door. One hand clenched around the doorknob, the knuckles whitened. The other was perched on his hip.

He eyed you like he would a maggot, and you remembered, that you weren't, in fact, spending a weekend napping on the grass in some Austen-described Derbyshire meadow.

You were in the discreet townhouse building that served as the Stables. You had your bum parked on a cheap plastic chair right outside his office, and you were supposed to be sitting to attention, awaiting his summons.

Well, he'd summoned you now. That susurration were whispers from the other office populace. The shout that woke you up had reduced them to an appalled silence, as if the Chief had just smacked all their mouths with a fly-swat. They were bent over their desks, avidly scanning their computer screens while sneaking peeks at the two of you.

You cast a desperate glance around, but right now, they wouldn't help you if God themself had popped up with an early retirement offer and a lifetime pension.

“And?” Min Yoongi snapped. “Am I supposed to roll out the red carpet, L/N? Or do you need a blanket for that lovely nap you've just had on government pay?”

“No, sir,” you muttered.

You got up. Even in flats, you towered over him. A full head and a half. He had to tilt his neck a full sixty degrees to meet your eyes. One of your colleagues had measured the angle once at a dinner party, while you were trying desperately not to ogle the Chief.

You wondered if that was the moment he'd started hating you in earnest, the way his lack of inches had become the seeming butt of an office joke. Min Yoongi never liked being disadvantaged.

He let you precede him. As you inched past, you heard him scoff, a puff of warmed air between your figures. Then he slammed the door shut, muting the sounds from the outer office.

“I'd invite you to sit,” he said, “but I think you've had enough of that.”

He stalked to his desk, and sat in his chair. They were polished cherry-wood. So lush and expensive looking, mirroring their owner. You approached him, feeling like an ant.

“Oh no, stand over there,” he shooed you away to a foot from his desk, “so I don't have to throw out my neck looking at you. Our bosses advise me to mark that spot with an 'X' just for you, considering how much time you spend in here. Tell me, L/N” he said, “are you some goddess of misfortune disguised, or do you simply enjoy performing so abysmally?”

You grimaced. “I know it looks bad.”

“Looks, she says!” He huffed. “Do tell, how is breaking the arm of the man you were supposed to seduce into giving away information,” Chief Min paused for breath, “part of looking bad? It is bad.”

“That was-- he was resisting--”

“You couldn't extract the intel during your dates, so you followed him home. In the middle of your misbegotten search, he came upon you. He mistook you for a burglar and tackled you. Then he pulled off your fucking sock--”

“--Balaclava,” you corrected miserably.

“--Sock,” Chief Min continued inexorably, “--at which point he refused to listen to your excuses and got aggressive."

Aggressive was putting it lightly. After escaping the house, you called Jungkook. He ran several red lights getting you to the nearest ER.

"So you pulled him into a twist, fracturing his humerus and tearing his rotator cuff in the process, and knocked him unconscious with a flowerpot. After all that…you came away with a USB full of pictures of his cat. And it wasn't even encrypted decently. Two hackers and a cryptanalyst on overtime pay for blurry fucking Maine Coon JPGs. That's what your report said. Quite a read, if I say so myself.”

"It was hidden in a false drawer. I believe I had legitimate reason to suspect it's contents."

Chief Min rubbed his temples. “It could have been hidden in the Queen of England's toilet for the good it did. He won't be so easily fooled again. If he really is the real deal, he might even have done away with incriminating evidence after that late night drama you enacted in his house. And look what he did to your face.”

He gestured at the pattern of black and blue across your cheeks and jaw. But his mention of them irritated you. The target had left more along your sides and back, but the Chief didn't talk about those. He was just looking for something to pick on, and the fact that this was coming from a man's mouth stung.

"If that compromises my value, maybe you could market me as a battered woman for my next op," you said stone-voiced. "Some people find that attractive."

He stared at you like he couldn't believe what you'd just said. He crimsoned at the ears.

"My instructions were to extract that information through whatever means necessary,” you pressed on.

It was bloody career suicide, but god if it didn't sound good.

“Within your capacity!” Chief Min shouted at a volume you'd not heard from him before. "If you want to play bloody word games you can quit this job and join Scrabble competitions for a living! Don't you dare try to out-bureaucratise me!" He was turning purple at the nostrils.

Harsh breathing, deep lungfuls of air. It took you a moment to realise both you and Chief Min were synchronised in agitation.

"You--" he started, then coughed, sharp whipcracks of sound. He paged his secretary.

“Margo, get me some tea, and some antacids. Margo?" He barked.

Radio silence.

“Margo, you old hag, if you're still alive in that cubicle of yours, I want some tea, at least.”

You winced. Old Margo Lam had served a total of five Section Chiefs before Min Yoongi had even been potty-trained. The bosses at the Box didn't know what to do with her, and no one wanted to axe her from the job in case she might die of shock. She was nearly deaf, extremely short-sighted, and took three calcium pills a day to stave off osteoporosis. Any day now you expected to find her expired and shrivelled up in her little anteroom.

A croaky noise that you figured was static issued from the speakers. But the Chief proceeded to have a whole conversation on his end, with garbled interjections from the static- no, Margo.

“Sometime this century would be nice,” he grumbled at last. You supposed his order had finally gone through. He slumped back in his seat, staring a head at the window in the corner. It was a slit in the wall, shuttered. It left his office in the gloom of a constant evening.

What light there was came from a old standing lamp, with a lace doily Margo had probably crocheted forty years ago. It lent his face a sheen akin to a South Side pearl. He had the sort of delicate features that rendered him beautiful, unequivocally. Somedays they filled you with envy. On other days--

Chief Min sighed, and hunched over his desk, looking like a little Vogue-sanctioned dictator. You clenched your fists; ignoring you had the desired effect. You felt incredibly insignificant. He pulled out a sheaf of papers and uncapped a Montblanc. He began scribbling furiously. From your vantage point, you could see the papers were forms.

“Remind me again, L/N, what this place is?” He asked without looking up.

Ah. A weight settled in your gut. “The Stables, sir,” you answered,

“And what are the Stables?”

“An escort service serving as a front for select information gathering, otherwise unattainable through conventional means. We handle outsourced espionage work from the Box-- the um-- the government, sir.”

“That's right.” The Chief looked at you. “You are a honeypot,” he said pleasantly. Mildly. “A sweet flower meant to attract birds and bees.”

A shiver ran up your spine. You eyed the pen he was gripping and shifted on your heels.

“If you wanted to simply beat intel out of persons of interest, I'd recommend you to the basement guys. You know who those are?”

“Yes, sir.”

“No, you don't know. You shouldn't know because no one in their right mind would ever want to know about the basement guys. Every morning they go to Intelligence HQ, that huge black tower they call the Box, and then they take the elevator down to floors that don't exist. And they talk to suspects. Milkmen, florists, the auntie you always meet at the bus stop. And if the basement guys aren't happy with what they hear, they'll stop 'talking'. They'll bring those people out of the Box, in bags.” He cracked a smile. Cold-eyed. "The end."

The spit pooling under your tongue felt like glue. Swallowing was painful, and seemed especially loud after his measured narration.

“Do you still know about basement guys?”

“No, sir,” you said.

“Good. Because basement guys are called Butchers. First thing you learn on the job is how to pack up those bags neatly, so you don't get too much blood on the floor. But Butchers," Chief Min said, "do not make up excuses about love and yearning for their targets. When they're in a pinch, they bash brains in."

"So you are not Butcher material, after all."

He signed the last of his forms with a flourish and rummaged in his desk drawers. Holding up his official stamp between two slender fingers, he surveyed you. You surveyed back. He was always like this, eyeing you as if he'd found an outlier he couldn't quite place. A specimen under a microscope.

In contrast, he was always perfectly turned out; shirts and suits starched and ironed. Hair styled like he couldn't put a foot wrong. He radiated competence, informing the world that human failings were for peons, and he was above it all. Like he was a flower stuck upon a dunghill of rejects.

Not for the first time, you wondered why he was here at the Stables. He seemed altogether familiar with the work of Butchers, and the Box men seemed to respect him, if nothing else; their overseers from the Box rather considered the Stables underhanded for even spys. Maybe he was here as a stark reminder that there was, in fact, a sliding scale of human achievement. And he occupied one end of the spectrum, while you and poor Margo Lam rusticated at the other end.

“As of today, you're not even a honeypot,” Chief Min was saying.

“You're a peat bog. No one will want you working P&S jobs for a good while. You've always scraped through your ops, so even though I questioned the validity of having you in the field, I was beginning to have hope you could stick it. That, you can attribute to the team you've got behind you. But you proved me wrong. And I've got one very long meeting ahead of me, trying to explain to the Box why I've been letting imprudency fester in my Stables."

Disappointment dripped out with every word. He sounded like every teacher you'd ever let down, every phone call from your estranged mother. And you shied away from it.

"You evaded your support team, ignored their caution, and attempted a rogue intervention, the results of which provide me with all the answers I need.”

“Sir, I--” What could you say? That you were so tired of feeling like a second rate agent? That the superficial compliments of Box heads, talking about your 'skillset' were nothing compared to a single sharp nod of approval from Chief Min? That you wanted…what was it you wanted?

"Yes, go on?" He said, waving a hand. But shame welled in you. He just watching you struggle with yourself. You hated having these kind of thoughts. They left you feeling pitiful, and gutless. Vulnerability showing on your face like spilled ink. You pulled your lips in, ignoring the sudden urge to cry. Chief Min cleared his throat. "You obviously need more time understanding what those answers are. Since you seem to want a break from escort duty, I'm assigning you to support and wrangling. You can reflect on your actions while bin-diving in your next op."

He stamped the forms. His actions should have sounded deafening for the impact they had on you. It was practically a Hall of Infamy induction. The Box would never let you live this down.

"Dismissed, L/N. I'll show you out." He stood up. You followed him, your head feeling stuffed full of cotton.

"I was trying to help," you said at last, as he was about to open the door. Oh, you were bitter, because harsh as he was, he was right. And he was going to shoulder the blame for your recklessness. Sharp-tongued and a heart made of pudding; a more hardline superior would have done things by the books and sent you to an office in the arse of nowhere filing traffic violations. Or cut you loose, simple as that.

"I was impatient. I just wanted to bring in something by myself. To be proactive, for once," you said to his shoes.

You heard him sigh. And that quiet rustle, which meant he had taken of his scholar's glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"You really don't get it, do you?" He said softly. "Nevermind. You'll start fresh next week. In the meantime, go home and get some sleep. Your man had some hard fists. Put some ointment on those bruises."

He sounded almost pitying, and you felt your shoulders rise in defence, remembering the ill-conceived nap earlier. He just had to be painfully observant. Making suppositions all on his own.

"And don't--sleep on you sides like earlier. You'll put pressure on the ones he left there."

'I could really hate you for this', you thought.

You muttered a "Yes,sir," under your breath, in case he was waiting for a response. He let you leave. You hurried out, wanting air, wanting to get away and find a corner to bawl in solitude. Everyone outside, clearly in the middle of gossip, once again fell into a watchful, empty quiet.

"Don't hate me too much," you thought you heard him murmur, the frayed ends of an errant wish. You turned back, but he had shut the door in your face already.

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mz-elysium · 1 year

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[photo ID: starry deep space, a glowing white title and mysterious emblem, Architects of Destiny]

Guardians make their own fate.

[AO3 LINK]

After the mythological Golden Age came the Collapse. Humanity has all but fallen and the silent dead god known only as the Traveler hangs in the sky. The Last City is protected by Guardians, supersoldiers powered by the Traveler’s Light and risen from the dead — and the last defense of the Sol System against invaders.

The Darkness does not come as an invading army, though. It comes wearing familiar faces. It promises majesty. It claims to be correct. One Guardian clan finds themselves facing alien gods of flesh and machine, and the Darkness itself before it can bring about a second Collapse.

Origin: Destiny 1 and 2 (mostly canon compliant; video games need some stern words to become narratives; also fandom-blind)

Genre: scifi fantasy, hopepunk, post-apocalyptic, superhero

Includes: sprawling ensemble class, prattling philosophy on human nature, baby aliens, tragedy, love as a superpower, death isn’t the worst thing that can happen, betrayal, corruption and downfall.

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The Architect Clan

[photo ID: a soldier with a rifle fading away into electric blue haze; titled with the name Leo]

Titan // Exo // arc, void, (solar)

I am the soldier in the war-that-never-ends.

A Titan who has trusted in the Traveler to bring them salvation, one day. For three hundred years, he watched a village grow into the Last City. Refugees rediscovered civilization. And, other Guardians became their heroes. He patrolled the walls. Just another faceless brick in them.

Now, he is thrust into the limelight as a hero, his name sung along with the likes of Saint-14, Lord Saladin, Commander Zavala. The weight is more than he can bear.

[photo ID: a cloaked wanderer in a desert with a glowing helmet; titled with the name Q]

Hunter // human // solar, void

Come home.

No one ever damn well asked Q if he wanted to be risen from the dead. He liked being dead. Who wants to be a soldier? Who wants to spend their second life in the mud and blood? He couldn’t give a shit about the hungry masses. They could rot. He would jump into his ship and fly as far as he could. Explore. Map unknown worlds. He had been chosen for a reason. He must’ve been important in another life and damn it, he would find out.

Oh. But why does his clan insist on the most dangerous strike operations? Why must they all be so eager to jump into the pit? Someone needs to ensure they come home.

[photo ID: a woman silhouetted against a stained glass purple supernova; titled with the name Cerys]

Warlock // Awoken // void

Mercy gives teeth to the evil and the weak-hearted.

A thrillseeker and Crucible champion, she was always out of place among the Warlocks. She joined the Praxic Order and their inquisitions out of a dim sense of duty. Without a scholarly pursuit, she figured she should do something. As the threat of Dark-corrupted Guardians grows — and finds a home in her mirror — she comes into a crisis of faith. Rises above it as a devout Praxic. She returns to her training and inquisitions with new conviction.

War cannot be won by the moral bankruptcy that began it.

[photo ID: a man in an ash-storm clutching a fireball streaking like a comet; titled with the name Ember]

Sunbreaker // Human // solar and more solar

The Traveler made Lightbearers. We made Guardians.

The Sunbreaker Clan was myth. Rogue Lightbearers who left the Last City in exodus over heated disagreements on religion and philosophy. Centuries later, their legend is of barbarian mercenaries of the forbidden Titan solar paradigm.

Ember was never the best of them — the strongest, the smartest, the kindest — but he is the last. Brutal and sarcastic, his mean streak earns him few friends. Grudgingly, he returns to the Last City, where he is an exile among strangers.

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Completed Works

[photo ID: an alien warrior in a helmet with a spindly sigil and six glowing eyes; titled as House of Wolves]

Q rises from the dead and challenges the callous doctrine of war, even as his fireteam try to impart their ways. [35k words]

[photo ID: an endless pocket dimension of a flower field; titled as Black Garden]

The mythical Black Garden is open and its Dark heart whispers to the Last City. [13k words]

[photo ID: a macabre alien city with honeycombed windows and pods, almost like an insect colony; titled as The Taken King]

The Hive God-King comes in vengeance for his killed son, bringing a new dimension to the horrors of the Guardians’ war. [61k words]

[photo ID: a robed figure overlooks a series of snowy firepits and stately old flags; titled as Rise of Iron]

Leo’s obedience lands him under the eyes of the last Iron Lord, who asks for help avenging his sacred extinct order. [22k words]

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Art credits: Unsplash for title and characters; Destiny concept/advertising art as made by Bungie/Activsion for work titles.

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jazzaiko · 1 year

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Worthy (1k words)

Pairing: OT9, Xiumin/Suho, Sehun/Kai, Baekhyun/Chen Rating: General Tags: crack, EXO ensemble, Marvel references

Written for Tinysparks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38573286

#baekchen #sekai #xiuho #exo ot9 #exo fics #exo fiction #crack fic #marvel reference #jazzaikofics

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kxmssblog · 2 years

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Il consulente

Featuring: Minseok x Reader

EXO Ensemble

Your family has worked as the mafia group go-to financial advisors and consultants. When a hit is sent out, by a rogue mafia group, your entire family s wiped out. You are left with only your brother. The EXO take you under their protection, regardless of your protests to want to leave the mafia world behind, along with your troubled memories.

Warning: Blood and Injury

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You smell lavenders, and you know there's a bunch of those fresh flowers, somewhere in the room. Kai and Kyungsoo.

During your sleep, you were abruptly drifted back to consciousness when your hooded eyes made sight of the two brothers at the foot of your bed. Both huddled into each other's shoulders. One of them softly sobs while the other murmurs some inaudible words to the other.

"Not again... not so soon."

"She's strong... she'll fight her way back to us-"

But both looked and sounded rather upset with you. The ventilation pipe's discomfort pulls you back into unconsciousness.

When you drift awake again, it's to the familiar face of your doctor, back when you were Europe.

"D- Doc... Zh- Zhang?" You try to say through the oxygen mask, you now wore. Thank goodness, the horrible pipe down your throat is gone. Although the feeding tube was the lesser of the evils.

The dimpled, soft face looks up from flushing your drip and changing out the empty blood bag for a full one.

'Blood... no... too much of it... on that night... on my dress... arm and leg... the side of my face.' Your mind races.

"Easy, sweetheart. You need to slow down your thoughts and calm your racing heart." The doctor coos. His hands flying over the beeping machines, while monitoring your radial pulse on your trembling arm.

'My hair slick with blood splatters... Appa!... more blood splatters... more brain matter this time... Mama!...'

"Myeon hyung, get the boys in here to suppress or haul out Minseok hyung. I can't get her to calm down if she sees him in that state."

I'm sorry I got hurt on your watch, Minseok. You hope to convey to your bodyguard, as soon as you can speak your lengthy apology.

The doctor leans in, to have his entire frame within all my view of the room. A calm stare down.

So does your heart rate, feels the effects of the gaze, apparently. Despite the scuffle in background.

Your head finally seems to clear and pinned firm on your neck. Not just your head, but your body, was not as weighted as it felt, the other few times you had jostled awake.

You can't however fight the urge, when you bolt upright and shoot out of your bed, to the nearest door you find. Not without causing a commotion and mess around your bed.

"YN... YN! GET UP AND RUN!"

Your brother's voice screams at your muddled brain.

A phantom ache at the back of your head, makes you wince, while crawling and stumbling to your feet.

Your legs nearly fail you, but your will to set off and run is spurred on. Three or four paces on, you are jerked back, with a clatter behind you. You ignore the noise that sets off a colourful series of curses, from a figure you did not see.

You yank your arm, hard, to your chest and tubes rip out of your arm to saline and blood splatters on the sheets, machines and floor.

'Blood on the floor again...' your chest constrict in sheer horror.

"Fuck... damnit... what the fuck-" A man runs across the room. First you panic, not recognising him through your blind panic and dark spots clouding your vision.

"YN, you'll further injure yourself..." The bright voice cut through the fog of anxiety. He leaps over the bed, and he too slips over the mess you had just made.

Your bodyguard.

Minseok!

Your heart leaps and its rate beats faster, if that could be possible without encouraging an arrhythmia.

"YN, you lost a lot of blood. You're probably lighthead-" he all but collides with you, turning you away from the bloody mess.

Your legs gave way from under you, triggering your own collapse to the whirlwind of emotions going through a series of rollercoasters in your head.

"Fuck..." Minseok's vocabulary continues to be just as colourful as you remember when you were on the floor, in the stairwell, begging your eyes not to close and the your bodyguard made it beyond the muscled goons of Taemin and Key.

"I'm o-okay." You mumble.

"Like fuck you are!" He whisper-shouts, his eye roaming over your body, doing his check, while you pant in his arms trying to catch your breath.

You sit there in silence, off to his side, while he cradles your shoulders and head to his chest. Your arm, where the IV lines ripped from, trickled blood that soaked your top. It stung too, but your hands also clung to Minseok's shirt, memories rushing through you.

All that you know, and had come to know moments before that bullets ripped through your stomach. Then Taemin reminding you to choose wisely like how you had not, in the past.

Now your family is gone, because of your choice then.

Yunho, was threatened because of your choice now.

The man holding you, startles when you suddenly kick and thrash, shouting incoherently, in tears that had been running down your face the moment you woke up.

"I refused their proposal to their nephew, then they killed my family!" To thrash and claw at the front of Minseok's jacket, "I remember that much!"

The shirt stains with blotches of your blood as you weakly try to wrestle the arms surrounding you. Refusing to let you go.

"I came back... refused their accounts and they may have hurt Yunho hyung, too." Your wails climb higher and more raw, the longer you kick and thrash on the floor.

You vaguely realise that the substance that you're slipping and sliding on is your own blood.

All Minseok does is cling onto you, and that makes you want to cry harder, and fight harder away from him. Against him. Although your hands dig into his soaked shirt and scrape at the flesh under the material.

"What will happen next, Minseok hyung? What will happen next, when I say 'No' to the men in this world?"

"Some.... something tells me, YN you will know. You will remember what to do." The man's voice rasps out.

Drained of your cries, what was left were the small wounded whimpers.

A door opens, above your head, and you're too weak to give it physical attention, but Minseok does. He lets go of your head he cradled and your head surprises both him, and the upside down figures you make out standing by the door, when it falls back.

Suho and Chanyeol look horrified? Worried? Disturbed? Your blurry eyes can't make out properly, when Minseok gently but firmly shoos them out, to come back later.

Clearly the doctor had disappeared again. Or was a figment of your delirious state of wellbeing before. Just like old times in hospital.

"You will know just what you need to do next, so you can get ahead," he murmurs very low over your head, "and when that time comes, EXO and I will be there, ready to help you with whatever you need."

Then his eyes finally leave your face, to nuzzle the top, he does not react to what you can both feel and now smell, pungent in the room.

You were bleeding out, profusely and cannot be ignored.

"Aish... YN. You ripped your stitching and made worse your injury site." You are gently shifted away from the warm chest, in your full daze.

He mutters about how the doctor has already left, and this happens.

Blurrily you make out the large red stain on his denim pants and the pajamas you were wearing.

Not a care of what happened next.

"Mmm..." You hum noncommittally, and pass, out?

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@suhappysuho

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