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veethefreeelf · 6 months
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BAEKHYUN Fic Recs
M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending
None of these works are mine, I tagged all the authors, make sure to go to the authors page, like and reblog their works
Messy - two-shot, 14K - by @bobohu4eva - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Good to You Series by @bobohu4eva again because ALL of their works are brilliant and you should read all of them -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Pink Lace Series by... again the brilliant @bobohu4eva -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Sweet Tooth Series by my fave Baekhyun writer (if it wasn't obvious already) @bobohu4eva -> M / A / F / HpE
Ecstasy Series (ongoing) by @bobohu4eva (yes, me simp) -> M / A / F
Deflowered - two-shot, 15.3K - by @bobohu4eva (guys... just read their whole work) -> M / A / F / HpE
Better Than Revenge - one-shot, 20.1K - by @byunified - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Enchanted - one-shot, 21.1K - by @byunified again because they write Baekhyun beautifully -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Redo - one-shot, 17.7K - by @byunified because they are an amazing writer obviously -> M / A / F / HpE
Snapshot & Sequels - one-shot, 3K - by @icequeenbae - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Six Phases Series by @exosmutfactory - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Guys My Age - one-shot, 6.7K - by @bvidzsoo - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Be Mine - one-shot, 18.4K - by @bvidzsoo again because this one is pure gold -> M / minor A / F / HpE
neon moon - one-shot, 6.7K - by @kyungseokie -> M / A / F / HpE
sweet - one-shot, 5K - by @baekluvie - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
candy stars - one-shot, 5K - by @gyukult - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE
drive safe - one-shot, 12.4K - by @gyukult (go through their Masterlist pleeeeease) -> M / A / F / HpE
Incubus: Coming of Age - two-shot, 10.1K - by @byuntrash101 - full Masterlist -> M / HpE
PARAPHILIA mini Series by @byuntrash101 because their works are amazing -> M / F / HpE
Baekhyunie don't leave me Series by @byuntrash101 again because they are an amazing writer -> M / A / F / HpE?
Deal with it - two-shot, 10.6K - by @byuntrash101 (THEY ARE AMAZING) -> M / minor F / HpE
The Damnation of a Saint - one-shot, 11.4K - by @byuntrash101 (I keep telling you to go to their masterlist) -> M
The Heir - one-shot, 4.5K - by YES AGAIN @byuntrash101 just go to their page -> M / A / F / HpE?
Silver - one-shot, 6.5K - by @lucyjay -> M / F / HpE
The End of the F**king World Series by @noonachronicles - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Trapped in his Maestoso Series by @oohfluffy - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Black and White Series by @baekingpancakes - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Cataclysm Series by @whimsical-ness - full Masterlist -> minor M / A / F
I Give Up Series by @soobadnoonecanstopher - full Masterlist - this was the very first Baekhyun fic I read and it has a very special place in my heart -> M / A / F / HpE
Touch it for Real Series by @soobadnoonecanstopher again because all of their series are absolute gold -> M / A / F / HpE
Come Back to Bed - one-shot, 1.3K - by @writemekpop - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
For Me - two-shot, 13.8K - by @spacequokka - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Moon Rise - one-shot, 3.5K - by @spacequokka again because they are an amazing writer -> M / F / HpE
his one and only - one-shot, 8.1K - by @cosmic-railwayxo - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE
Prohibited - one-shot, 13.9K - by @kpopfanfictrash - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Imminence - one-shot, 10K - by @kpopfanfictrash again because they are amazing and they have a very diverse masterlist, check it out! -> M / A / F / HpE
Begin - one-shot, 4.1K - by @kpopfanfictrash again cause they are amaziiiiiiing -> M / A / F / HpE
loyal Series by @charmedbaek - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
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jongbross · 2 months
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baby fever - kim jongin x reader
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pairing: kim jongin x reader word count: 940114 (lol) genre: pure fluffy warnings: i truly believe jongin got the baby fever one day and it just stuck to his dna a/n: happy belated birthday to my one and only. i love you so freaking much it hurts, jongin ah ☹️💕
you smiled as you saw jongin giggling to the baby on his lap, fingers tickling the baby’s tiny feet and making her whole chubby, cute face light up. the baby laughed, a sweet pitched sound taking over the entire room and making jongin widen his eyes in surprise.
“did you see it?!”, he asked you, voice getting squeaky. “i just made her laugh!”
before you could reply, jongin turned his attention to the baby again, gentle hands pulling her closer and into a better position on his lap. the baby stared at jongin with curious eyes, little hands reaching for his face and roaming from his lips to his nose, eyes, before finally settling on his cheeks.
“do you like my face?”, jongin asked the baby, who giggled as his cheeks moved while he talked. “i like yours too.”
mirroring her actions, jongin also rested his palms against her cheeks, squeezing them and making her pout. he smiled at the sight, chuckling.
“she’s so cute i’m gonna die”, he stated.
“you’re so cute that i’m going to die”, you said, eyes so focused on the scene in front of you that nothing could take your attention away from that moment.
jongin took the baby’s hands on his own, kissing both of them before resting his face on the top of her head.
“i want one…”, jongin said, voice soft and calm.
“one what?”
“a baby”, he pouted. “can we have one? or maybe two, so the first one won’t be alone.”
“wow, slow down, tiger!”, you told him, making him smile. “let’s take it easy, okay? one at a time.”
“one at a time”, he repeated, agreeing with you. “a little boy first, and then a baby girl.”
“jongin!”
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way-of-the-sun · 4 months
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Even when it rains
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@exols-silver-christmas
This is my Secret Santa gift for @tao-lay. It was a lot of fun to participate again this year and I hope this little story warms your heart during these cold months.
Genre: fluff, tiniest bit of angst
Prompt: something soft, something domestic, something that soothes the soul
Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho)/Kim Jongdae (Chen)
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Junmyeon was sitting at his desk, trying and failing to come up with some lyrics for his upcoming new solo album. His eyes were unfocused and he was gripping a pen lightly between his fingers. It must have been hours of him sitting there, trying to be productive but his brain just wouldn’t cooperate.
Junmyeon sighed and lifted his gaze to look out of the window. The sky was grey and it was raining heavily. The raindrops falling against the window were making a calming sound and lulled Junmyeon even further into a state of listlessness. A deep sigh left his mouth.
The last few weeks were stressful for all of Exo but Junmyeon bore a heavier burden as the leader. There was so much criticism, so much hate against one of their members and all of this made for a melancholic and emotional atmosphere. A few weeks ago Jongdae announced that he was going to be a father and the backlash wasn’t pretty.
Junmyeon got blind sided by the news when Jongdae first told all the members about his growing family. But he was happy for him nonetheless. Just like all the other members. Everyone encouraged him and Junmyeon could still remember the happiness that lightened up Jongdae's face when he received all the love from his Exo members. He remembered hugging Jongdae tight for longer than necessary and how Jondae's arms tightened around his body when he whispered words of support into Jongdae's ear.
But even though all the Exo members were happy and supportive, Junmyeon feared that Jongdae would get lots of hate for starting a family and marrying his girlfriend from some fans and in the end Junmyeon‘s fears came true. It hurt to know that his member, his dear friend for many years had to go through all this trouble just because the industry and some fans couldn’t accept that even though they’re idols, they still have a life outside of their job.
Lightning brightened the sky and the following thunder pulled Junmyeon out of his spiralling thoughts. He sighed again and buried his hand in his hair.
„I have to get it together…“ he murmured and gripped the pen tighter. Just when he wanted to start working on his lyrics again a knock on the door interrupted his half-hearted attempt.
Junmyeon put the pen down and turned to face the door.
„Come in.“ he said and waited for the person outside to come inside. A small surprised sound left his mouth when he saw Jongdae standing in the door frame. Jongdae was clutching an umbrella in his right hand, raindrops falling down onto the floor. He was wearing comfortable clothes and it looked like he came to visit Junmyeon straight after finishing his daily vocal lessons.
„Hyung…“ The unusually silent voice surprised and alarmed Junmyeon. There has seldom been a day when Jongdae was quiet. Junmyeon mustered his unexpected companion and saw deep circles under his eyes. The whole aforementioned situation seemed to affect his friend more than he wanted to admit maybe even to himself. Junmyeon knew that he had to be strong for Jongdae right now so he did what he did best and straightened his spine, put on his most comforting smile and invited Jongdae in.
„Come, sit down.“ Junmyeon gestured to the comfortable couch which was a new addition to this room. After a few too many nights of him falling asleep on his desk, trying to write lyrics, Junmyeon decided that he needed a place better suited for taking a nap. After pestering his manager he finally got his brand new couch where Jongdae now gingerly sat on. He looked smaller than normally sitting there. Exhausted and sad.
Jongdae’s facial expression plucked at Junmyeon's heartstrings and he knew that he had to interfere. So with the gentlest voice he asked this one important question.
„What is bothering you?“
Jongdae lifted his head and looked straight at Junmyeon, exhaling loudly.
„Hyung… shouldn’t they be happy for me?“ This quietly uttered question nearly broke Junmyeon’s heart. He immediately knew what Jongdae was talking about so Junmyeon stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down next to his friend. He put his arms around Jongdae’s shoulders and just hugged him tight for a moment. Jongdae returned the embrace and melted into the warm and strong arms surrounding him. When Junmyeon felt Jongdae melting into his embrace he started to speak again.
„They should. And I know for sure that so many people are happy for you. Including all of the boys and including me.“ Junmyeon stroked Jongdae’s hair. It had gotten longer and Junmyeon knew that Jongdae would trim his hair in the near future. But for now Junmyeon just let the strands of hair run through his fingers, occasionally playing with the ends of Jongdae's hair.
„Everything will be fine.“ He whispered. Jongdae didn’t say anything for a few seconds but then his quite voice could be heard.
„Thank you.“ Jongdae's arms squeezed Junmyeon's waist.
Junmyeon didn’t say anything any more just nodded and cradled his precious friend inside his arms. It didn’t take long before Jongdae’s breathing got deeper and his body sagged against Junmyeon’s. Smiling softly, Junmyeon relaxed into the couch and looked down on his friend sleeping in his arms. All the sorrow seemed to have left Jongdae’s face and Junmyeon felt the urge to just protect him always.
Junmyeon kissed him lightly on the brow and gripped him tighter, not wanting to let him go. The scent of Jongdae's shampoo drifted into his nose and Junmyeon took a beep breath, enjoying this closeness.
Jongdae was shuffling deeper into the warmth of the couch and the body heat of his companion. Junmyeon gazed at him full of affection and love.
„I will always be there for you.“
Junmyeon listened to the rain that was pelting against the windows. The sound was lulling him to sleep. He closed his eyes and just before he drifted off to sleep a soft whisper left his lips.
„Even when it rains.“
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mybiasisexo · 8 months
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who are your fav or go to tumblr pages that write exo fics? or any specific stories you enjoy on here?
I have a tag for the fanfics I like
and im an old lady so I don't really know any new writers (I am so sorry I need to get back on it) but I do have my personal icons @baekberrie @yeoldotcom @j-pping @yeoldontknow @biaswreckingfics @ninibears-erigom @baeklination @byuntrash101 @breakyeol @vampwrrr @whimsical-ness (also rip to all the amazing work we have lost, all the talented writers who have gone. Thank you for your service)
my HIGHLY recommended fics are:
Break a Sweat by @breakyeol
I read this literally whenever my yeol thirst is too much and its gonna hit every time!!! My all time fav yeol smut
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Sweet Lies by @vampwrrr
This is hands down one of the best bbh fanfics I have ever read. She writes bbh so damn well and its just so so amazing. I reread it every fall lmfaooo and I have hope that one day we will get a new chapter, amen 😔
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Guardian by @kpopfanfictrash
An oldie (all the fics I love are like from 2016 smh) but GOODIE even if you feel some type of way about chen fics now I still HIGHLY recommend.
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Exception by @moonlightjongin
Now, this story also isn't finished and prob won't be but...the edge of your seat??? The DRAMA?!??? Ugh I just love this one so much I really need to reread it cause its just amazing and I feel not enough people know about this one. A gem, truly
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The Greatest Gift by @wonderlustlucas
Its giving everything it needs to give. Literally idk its just so good! The chemistry, the writing, the smut, chanyeols characterization. Just v brilliant and smart and truly my writing inspo. The sequel is just as scream inducing god I love it
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and of course there is this little writer called @mybiasisexo who has this one story called Entangled that's ok. like she's cooking or whatever 👀😂
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tao-lay · 4 months
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Spinning Around You
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@exols-silver-christmas
Hello @way-of-the-sun! This is my little gift for you, and I hope you like it. I had several approaches when I received the prompt, but I really hope this gives the prompt you left some justice. Happy Holidays!
Title: Spinning Around You Genre: Fluff, BodySwap, Soulmate Characters: Kim Minseok, Do Kyungsoo Words: 1,394
Minseok learned the hard way that a large salad plate, and a champagne flute cost 50 bucks; especially if they’re the good kind. His tips for the night were wiped out because of a rookie mistake he could have avoided if he had just stopped to let a family pass instead of trying to squeeze past them. He sighed as he handed the last dollar to his manager, pocketing only a measly 6 dollars into his pocket at the end of the night.
"See you tomorrow," he called out, adjusting his backpack behind him before waving at his coworker who was assigned to be the closer for tonight.
Once he reached his apartment three blocks away, he plopped down on bed only to stare up at the ceiling. 'I guess i can skip dinner?' he thought to himself. Minseok could feel his eyelids flutter shut but his stomach growled just before he could be lured to sleep.
He glanced at his wall clock then sighed, pushing himself off the bed then slipping on his shoes. Minseok decided to make his way to a nearby fast-food restaurant that offers value meals. Once he was there, he opted for a meal that had chicken, rice, and a drink. The restaurant was quick with his order and he decided to have the food taken out so he could eat his meal in the privacy of his own home.
"Watch where you’re going," said a gruff voice as a hand lightly pushed at Minseok’s shoulder.
"Sorry," he replied. The man was a good foot taller than he was and he wasn’t trying to pick any fights tonight. He caught a glimpse of a familiar face under a black cap behind the said gruff man, though. The man had a fair complexion, complementing the dark clothing he wore, and the plumpest lips he had ever seen up close. He looked familiar but he just couldn’t put his finger on who that might be.
Minseok did as the bigger man said, and minded his own business. He headed back home to eat his meal in peace. It wasn’t the most mind-blowing meal he’s had, but it was still food for his stomach so wasn’t too disappointed at it. Minseok threw away the disposables then resumed his lying position on his bed. He whipped out his phone and looked up the latest performance of this one singer he had been having a crush on for the past couple of months.
With his body being tired, his stomach full, and his heart slowly filled with lyrics and song, he eventually drifted off to sleep.
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Minseok woke up to an alarm. It wasn’t his alarm but he shut it off out of instinct. He patted around the bed to feel for his phone. And... Well, he felt a phone, it wasn’t his. But he managed to unlock it with his fingerprint? Everything is a blur, but he was sure he was awake.
Why is it 4am? Why was he waking up to an alarm that was two hours earlier than he was used to? Why was his bed so big and soft?
He sat up on his bed then stepped on the floor, seeing something that freaked him out more than being able to unlock a stranger's phone using his fingerprint. He saw feet that weren’t his. It was connected to his body, sure. But they weren’t his! He stumbled out of bed then headed over to where he thought the bathroom was. It was the walk-in closet. Minseok padded out then walked to the other door he could find in the room. Thankfully, it was the bathroom and right there, in the mirror, staring at him, was a face that wasn’t his. Instead, it belonged to a famous singer whom he was a fan of.
He was in the body of the very soulful singer, and gifted dancer do Kyungsoo. The singer that he had been crushing on for three years and counting. The singer whose concerts he went to even if he was just seated in the general admission section. The celebrity who he has met in person after winning a raffle draw from buying his album. The singer who gave him the warmest smile and told him that he recognized him, even though it was their first time meeting in person.
Minseok gasped loudly upon the realization then covered his mouth, making the idol in the reflection also cover his mouth in shock. He looked down at his hands, turned them around over and over before he ended up lightly slapping his face.
It was real, he wasn’t dreaming. He was definitely in this celebrity’s body and it most likely meant that the same celebrity was now in his bed, waking up in a dingy apartment. Minseok wants to run to where his apartment is and apologize to the celebrity.
Minseok made himself decent; wearing a simple pair of jogging pants, a plain shirt, and a cap to cover his current identity as this artist. This artist had won several awards on music shows already, able to hold decent and high notes despite dancing flashy choreography. It was only one of the reasons why Minseok has a crush on him, but that wasn’t the time to gush. If he could get to where his apartment was, and maybe talk to the person whom he switched bodies with, they could successfully return to their own bodies.
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After successfully dodging two big security guards, several "loving" fans who were "staying" in the room beside where Kyungsoo was staying at in the hotel, and managing to get a hold of a cab, he finally arrived at his apartment. His fancy yet casual clothing stuck out like a sore thumb in his own neighborhood. He stepped inside the apartment then adjusted his cap to cover his face in case anyone would recognize him. When he reached his apartment, he knocked on the door twice.
The door opened not soon later, his own eyes staring right at him. Unlike him though, he was met with excitement and with glee instead of sheer confusion. The door flung open and he was met with a body hugging his own.
Now he was more confused?
When Kyungsoo in Minseok's body pulled away, he was looking at the other with wide and sparkling eyes. He was looking at the other so lovingly, one would think that it was Kyungsoo (in Minseok's body) that was the fan.
"I have been waiting for this day," Kyungsoo said, gently leading Minseok back into the small apartment. "And I had been hoping it was you."
Minseok was so confused. Yes, it was his idol telling him all these lovely things that are making his toes curl and his stomach flip, but why?
"If you remember during the third grade, when you helped a kid buy milk from the canteen because that kid didn't have enough money.." Kyungsoo was blushing, and it was strange for Minseok to see himself blushing, but he welcomed it. He vaguely remembers the story, though.
"That kid was me," Kyungsoo hummed, almost melting with the way his voice crooned. "And I had the biggest crush on you that time,” he nodded, lightly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “But our family moved away even before I could tell you how cool you were, and how you made me feel seen. My crush was rekindled when you won my fansign event. It was just so unfortunate you didn’t recognize who I was."
Now it was Minseok's turn to blush.
"So now," Kyungsoo smiled widely, "Shall we.. Return to our own bodies?"
"But how," Minseok croaked, voice hoarse from not using it the entire morning.
"Like this," Kyungsoo's smile grew wider as he leaned closer to Minseok then pressed a soft kiss to his lips afterwards.
When Minseok opened his eyes afterwards, he was looking at Kyungsoo. It had indeed worked; they were back to their own bodies. Before Kyungsoo could utter another word, it was Minseok who closed the gap between their lips again.
As they pulled away again, Kyungsoo smiled at Minseok, lightly adjusting his cap. “By any chance, do you have three dollars?”
Minseok tilted his head in confusion again.
“I kinda.. Have a craving, and I want to buy milk from the convenience store.”
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I Do for Two
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Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff
Characters: Baekhyun x Reader
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, kissing, consensual touching
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: It’s your anniversary–and Baekhyun has surprised you with a vow renewal ceremony and a second honeymoon to Hawaii! But there’s a secret brewing—one you’ll have to spill before the night’s through. 
A/N: Lots of requests for Baek pregnancy fics, so I tried to blend a couple of them together! Appropriate also in honor of Baekhyun’s return from the military! 🎉🎉🎉Enjoy! 
*Please note image(s) do not belong to me and credit should be given to their original owner(s)*
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“...that’s a nice dress…but I bet it would look better on my bedroom floor.” 
You chuckled at the horrendous pickup line your husband was whispering in your ear. 
“Ha, ha, ha, did you get that one from Junmyeon?”
“Hardly, baby, you know Junmyeon is innocent–I got that masterpiece from Chanyeol.” 
You tried to formulate a suitably snarky response, but became distracted by Baekhyun slowly trailing his fingers up your back, lingering where your dress revealed naked skin. Leaning in, he placed frenzied kisses on your neck, signaling his desperation to get you into the honeymoon suite. 
Normally, your mind would’ve been following the same path. You were, afterall, married to one of the most devilishly handsome men in the entire universe. Soft, fluffy hair, soulful eyes, sinful lips, large hands, and abs worthy of adoration–all yours to enjoy. You wanted nothing more than to get Baekhyun alone and have your wicked way with him. It had already been a year since your wedding, but you still couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 
However, there was one thing alone bringing sense to your lust-addled brain: a secret–one you had yet to share with your overly-enthusiastic groom. You’d wanted to tell Baekhyun right away, but in typical Baekhyun-fashion, he’d throw you for a loop after his recent return from the military–a vowel renewal and surprise second honeymoon to Hawaii. With all the commotion, you’d thought it better to wait until it was all over, or at the very least, until you had a non-alcoholic piña colada in your hand.
Children had always been on the table, but always in a future sense. Baekhyun had his music career, which kept him incredibly busy, and you had your job as a restaurant critic. Both involved lots of travel and frequent late nights, so it had never really seemed like the right time. Putting a hand over your belly, you wondered how your husband would react to the news. Your heart beat fast in your chest, whether out of excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.
The car eased to a stop and you were pulled back to the present. Baekhyun swiftly grabbed your hand, escorting you out of the car and through the lobby. In what felt like ten seconds flat, you were checked in and giggling on the elevator, sharing sloppy, heated kisses like two two youngins giddy to experience their first times. When the elevator reached your floor, you yelped in surprise as Baekhyun hoisted you in his arms, princess-style, so he could “carry you over the threshold”. 
When the door to your suite finally closed behind you, the air was heavy with anticipation and expectation of what the night would bring. Before you could get out a word, you were pressed against the door, fighting for air as Baekhyun’s lips tangled with yours. For a few minutes, you were lost, tightening your hands in his hair to secure what you desired. 
Giving you a few moments of relief, Baekhyun trailed his lips downward, starting from your chin and stopping short when the neckline of your dress prevented him from going any lower. With a pout on his cherry-red lips, he started to ease down the fabric at your shoulders, placing small kisses each time he exposed more of your bare skin. 
As your breath came out in small gasps, you knew that soon you’d lose yourself to him, entranced by the touch of his hands and his clever mouth. Using all your willpower, you freed your hands from the confines of his silky hair and laid them against this chest, attempting to hold him slightly away from you. 
“Baek–” 
He grabbed the hand against his chest, his lips leaving pointed kisses against your palm before continuing their journey up to your wrist. 
“Baekhyun, stop,” you murmured, trying again to gain the attention of the man who was currently making your brain feel like scrambled eggs.
“Hmmm?” he responded absently, clearly only half-listening, as he continued on with his mission of seduction. 
You ducked under his arm, which had been caging you against the door, hoping some physical space might help you both cool down. You ambled over and sat down in one of the fluffy arm chairs situated in the “living room” area of the suite. You would have preferred to sit on the bed, but didn’t think that would bode well for such a serious conversation. 
Meanwhile, Baekhyun had seemed to finally realize that something was off. The glazed look had faded from his eyes and he looked vaguely confused to find you outside of his arms. He walked over, kneeling down in front of you so he could cup your face in his hands.
“What’s wrong, baby?”  He looked at you with concern, rubbing your cheeks in a comforting gesture. 
“Baek–I have–I have something to tell you.” Your voice trembled a bit, betraying your nervousness. 
“What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything,” Baekhyun cooed in a soothing manner. 
Warmth bloomed in your chest as his words washed over you. Your lovely Baek had a way of making you feel like all of life’s problems weren’t so important anymore. Feeling supremely comforted, you decided to just rip this off like a band-aid. 
“Baek, I’m pregnant.” Finally, the words were out there and you internally sighed with relief that this secret was no longer yours alone. 
The hands that had been stroking your cheeks stilled. Baekhyun’s eyes widened and without a word, he dropped his hands from your cheeks. Hands covering his own face, he scrubbed them up and down, as though coming to terms with what you’d just told him. 
“Baek, are you ok—?” 
Before you could finish your sentence, he shot forward like a rocket to gather you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses. Sitting back on his heels, he grinned, chuckling at a joke that only he was in on.
“So…you’re happy, I take it?”, you clarified, though you were pretty sure of the answer. 
“Baby, I was fully preparing myself for you to tell me something horrible–like you wanted a divorce and were taking Mongryong with you--but this, this is excellent news!” Baekhyun pulled you up from the chair, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you into the air. 
You clutched at his shoulders, squealing as your feet left the ground. He spun you around in a circle until both of you were breathing heavily. Setting you down, he placed a kiss of your lips, which proved difficult since neither of you could stop grinning. 
As your breathing slowed, Baekhyun moved to gently release the numerous clasps holding up the back of your dress. With each freed button, Baekhyun placed gentle kisses on your spine as more and more skin was revealed. 
Gripping the top of your dress up as best you could, you stepped back from Baekhyun, enjoying as his eyes followed you like a hawk. Without fanfare, you let the garment drop to your feet, revealing the special wedding lingerie you’d saved for just this occasion alone. 
“Baby, you wore this just for me?” he cooed, eyes heavy with appreciation. Advancing towards you, he ran his hands over the lacey material, as though luxuriating in the feel. 
“Of course, love, who else?” you teased. 
Thinking swiftly, you slowly backed towards the bed, challenge and mirth dancing in your eyes. With a wicked grin, Baekhyun lunged forward, ensnaring you within his grasp, and suddenly you felt yourself falling and landing atop the cushy bed. Baekhyun gently pressed you against his chest, tilting his head down to sweetly kiss your forehead.
Leaning up on your elbows, you moved to place a lingering kiss on his mouth. With deliberate slowness, Baekhyun guided your head until your foreheads touched. Sharing air, you savored this moment of intimacy, feelings bubbling up on your lips. 
“I love you, Baekhyun,” you whispered against his lips. 
“I love you too, my sweet wife,” he echoed. Snaking a hand down to your middle, he stroked your stomach with reverence. “And, of course, my sweet baby, too.” 
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October 9th, 1927
My Dearest, Kyungsoo,
Tonight smells like you.  Like night air, and crushed grass.  Like sweet earth, and the soft cool behind your ears.  I can hear crickets singing, lulling me to sleep, but it’s so hard to sleep at night, now.  It’s so hard to sleep without you.  
I look at the shivering stars scattered across the black silk sky, at the shy and luminescent waning moon, and I wonder where you are in this great, wide world.  Wind sings through the leaves in the trees, but it’s cold.  Lonely.  
I miss your voice.  Hearing you speak, hearing you sing, to close my eyes and dream while you whisper sweet lullabies like dark velvet caressing my skin in the night…  These simple pleasures are now all I desire.
Increasingly, I find myself spending nights staring into the fire while my mind wanders the vast and dark earth.  Searching for wherever you are.  Wandering back to where we’ve been.
I remember the night you saved me.  I remember the squalid miasma of loneliness permeating the room, making each struggling breath even more torturous.  The knowledge that I was the last living thing in that cursed house (for no place was home before you), and the knowing that time slipped through my fingers like sand.  
It was so hot, so unbearably hot that I just had to have the window open to the cool night air.  The knowledge that death stalked the streets of the Vieux Carre meant nothing to one who already had it crouched in the corner.  Staring.  Waiting.  From my bed I gazed out the window then--at the night sky.  Just as I do now.  I watched the stars, and the moon in their slow dance, and I wondered what it would feel like to fly.  
When your exquisite visage filled the window, I thought that I must be dreaming.  Your flawless golden skin.  Your great, still eyes.  So dark, so entrancing.  Then you were inside, and leaning over me, and the stars no longer shimmered in the night sky--they were in your eyes.  You brought the stars to me.  “You’re beautiful…”  It hurt just to inhale deeply enough to make the words--pain wracked my chest like fire--but I had to tell you…
When you spoke, your voice--even your breath--was so sweet.  “Would you like to see the night?”
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I knew what you were, then.  I knew, and I didn’t care.  I had to go, I knew this, but to be given a choice on how…that was a gift.  “Take me with you.”
You smelled like earth, and grass, and sweet musk as you lifted me into your arms.  I know that I had wasted away to much of nothing by then, but even so, the ease with which you lifted me was the most comforting feeling of my entire life…  And you carried me, in my nightdress, in my bedclothes, down the cobbled streets of le carre, and the cool night wind kissed my cheeks, and not a soul graced the streets.
We didn’t fly--not quite--but it felt like flying in your arms.  It felt like freedom.  It felt like joy, and wildness, and safety.  You took your time carrying me back to the manor.  I don’t know how long you walked the streets with me in your arms, but it seemed like forever.  The implacability of your unmoving arms beneath me, the strength of your shoulders under my hands, I savoured these sensations.  Savoured the way your muscles glided under your skin, the soft humming that invited me to rest my head in the crook of your neck.
I still remember the way the candlelight made the rooms of your home glow.  How you carried me from room to room, infinitely patient as you showed me everything, as you told me stories of your long-lived life, of your travels, of how you came to be here in this piece of Paris in the New World.  And then, when you finally laid me down in a luminescent patch of moonlight gracing the chaise in the library, I felt that you had paid me a thousand times over the simple need you had of me.  As I looked out the window, and once more saw the stars, I felt no fear, only longing.  “Here?”
The soft hunger in your great, dark eyes made me want…so many things.  “You look the most beautiful by moonlight.  I want to remember you just like this.”
I had never known true love until you killed me.
Sincerely, 
Yours
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January 7th, 1751
Mine,
I find myself thinking often…to the night that we met.  You were so beautiful.  As you remain.  I’d like to think that you will be forever.  The sensation of your heartbeat beneath my palm as I drank, the whisper of breath in your delicate throat, your hands in my hair, around my shoulders, pulling me closer…  The way you trembled and fluttered like a little bird.
When your heart finally stopped, when sweet exhalations no longer passed rosy lips, I regretted my greed.  Silent and mournful, I decided to bury you in the garden beneath my bedroom window, where you could bathe eternally in the moonlight that kissed your skin so lovingly.  The roses would bloom over where you lay, and I could look upon where you rested, and remember our night.  
I dug your grave slowly.  I wanted to suffer for having taken you so precipitously.  I buried you in my own coffin.  Nestled in the crimson velvet, you looked so fresh and perfect.  Still unable to control myself, I leaned over and stole a kiss as easily as I had stolen your life.  And then, with regrets, and recriminations, I laid you to rest, gently shoveled the dirt over the polished rosewood, each soft patter of earth rebuking me for my haste.  But we had spent most of the night together, and the arrival of the sun took me off guard, forced me back inside the manor.
With the next night’s moonrise, unwilling to let go, mourning, craving, instead of finding another, I stood over where you lay, deep underground.  Finally, as dawn began to lighten the sky in the east, I turned toward the manor, took a step, and suddenly--there was movement.  Down, deep within the earth.  The quick, terrified inhale.  The soft scritch of nails against velvet.  
I knew that I hadn’t changed you, and I will admit that--in that moment--I knew fear.  But then…I heard it--the sweet song of a powerful heartbeat.  And breath…no longer stilted, pained, cut short--but full and desperate.  I took the shovel, and dug like a madman, then--at the end--abandoned the tool to dig like a dog.  When I tore open the lid--wood splintering, fabric ripping--you flew into my arms, terrified, desperate, crying, clinging to me like a child.  
Under my hands you were warm, alive--there could be no doubt.  You were not like me, but you were no more as you had been--an enervated, delicate flower presenting frail, trembling petals before its consignment to earth--no, you were whole; you practically vibrated with good health, and I had never, in my centuries of living, felt so grateful.  I realized then, what you were--what you had to be.  An immortal.  
My immortal.
Mine.
My own.
May I never forget the night that brought you to me, mine.  My love, my sweet.  My endless nights are as soft as spring dawn with you by my side.  It’s so natural to love you.  I felt it from the first moment I laid eyes on you.  When I held you in my arms, when I pulled you from the earth, I knew that, for a long time, I would love you.  Like the flow of the seasons. Like as spring passes and summer takes its place...unchangeable, intractable, eternal is my love for you.  
I hear your light, quick footstep on the stair.  I must end this letter before you catch and tease me.  I am, as ever,
Yours,
Your Own Kyungsoo.  
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October 10, 1926
My Dearest, Kyungsoo,
I miss you.  I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.  Where are you?  Come back to me, my love, from wherever you are.  I will never turn you away.  You have been father, brother, friend, husband, lover…  Simply put, to me, you have ever been everything.  
Do you remember the first time that you saved my life?  It would be a small matter to die endlessly, only to return to you, but that man brought true death.  1760…or was it ‘63?  Algiers…  We had only been together a mere decade, but the years do blur…  You heard him before I did, that immortal who had recognized what I was in the night market, and followed us back to our home.  I had felt this queer, inner vibration upon seeing him, but as yet did not know what it meant, only that it made me restless.  He came to kill me, to take what little power and strength I had for his own, but he didn’t expect you.  
You never even gave him the chance to lift his sword.  You were…masterful.  So powerful.  Deadly.  Prior to him, I had never seen you hurt anyone, but I realized in that moment that my beloved was a predator.  I had only ever seen the gentle, the sweet; I had never even heard you raise your voice in anger.  
When you came to me, covered in his blood, your eyes were soft, regretful as you informed me that I must take his head.
“Take his head?!”  I felt so dizzy.  “I can--I cannot kill this man!”
“If you do not…then he will kill you.  That is the curse of your kind.  There can be only one.”
I looked at the sword--a heavy, brutish thing that looked like it belonged in some medieval chieftain’s burial mound.  I didn’t want to die, but…to take someone else’s life…
You saw my indecision.  You have always known me better than I know myself.  “If you do not…then he will return.  He will take you from me.  You would leave me…all alone.”
Your eyes…your infinite eyes…  How could I ever leave you?  My beloved, my life?
Taking his head was unpleasant, but the Quickening...to this day it’s still indescribable.  Taking on centuries of knowledge and strength in mere moments…  Do you remember?  That was the first time that I was the one taking you to bed, and when dawn arose, you were the one who needed rest.  Of course, by the next night, we had to flee into Morocco, as the townsfolk, having seen the lightning storm, thought us to be djinns, and burned down our home.  But it was an adventure!  Every day with you was an adventure.  
You taught me the rules.  Engaging in combat on Holy Ground is forbidden.  I had to take their heads.  In the end…there can be only one.  
There can be only one.
I miss you, so.
As Ever,
Yours.
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October 30, 1925
My Dearest, Kyungsoo,
What would I ever have done without you by my side?  Because of you, I never needed to fight.  I never wanted to fight, really, but I suppose I had to, considering the never ending stream of immortals eager to play the Game. To take my head.  But they paled in comparison to you.  You were always so much faster, so much stronger…  You have always made me feel so very safe, made me feel as if nothing in this world could touch me.  Because of you, I never had to strike more than the final blow.  
Do you remember that immortal who challenged me in daylight?  I suppose he had heard about you, and the old bullfrog tried to catch me off guard while you slept.  He was so ancient--and he almost had me, even though I had become ever so much stronger since my first.  Even so, he was older than any that had previously come for my head; full of tricks.
Little did he know that you would crawl from the grave to come save me.
I had to die night after night after night to give enough to make you whole.  But I would do it again.  And again, and again, and again.  
I would have died a thousand times to save you.  From the first night, you were more precious to me than my own breath.
I remember lying in your arms when the last of the burns had faded, my head in your lap, your gentle hand in my hair.  “Kyungsoo?”  
“Mm?”
“What happens when there is only one?  What happens if I am the last?”
Your hand stilled, and a shadow briefly crossed your face.  You gave me a small, rueful smile, bent down to sweetly touch your mouth to mine before straightening and resuming your caress.  “When you are the last…you will win the Prize.”
“And…what is this…Prize?”  
You paused for so long, I began to wonder if you had decided not to answer.  Then, just as I was about to ask again, you said, “You become mortal.  You will--you can…have children, if you want.”
“Mortal?  …Mortal…  Wait--children with you?”
Your expression was pained.  “No, my dove…  In the future, as now, I will never be able to give you children.”
“Then…you will change me?”  
My eyes caught yours, caught the quick flash of desire, though your hand was gentle as it moved from my hair to my cheek.  “Would you really want that?  To only live by moonlight?”
“To live with you is all that matters.”
“Then I will live with you, until the end of time.”
Kyungsoo, beloved, you promised.  You promised to live with me evermore.  Why are you missing from me?  Where are you now?  The nights are so cold without you.  The days, so long.  Come back to me.  Come back, come back, come back…
Tenderly,
Yours
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January 22nd, 1901
Mine,
I am so sorry, my love.  I have failed you. I do not deserve to be--
Yours,
Kyungsoo
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December 10th, 1901
Mine,
I do not deserve to call you that.  Not after what I’ve done.  I hope that this letter never sees moonlight, but as you sleep so sweetly in our bed, I simply must express these thoughts, or I fear that I shall go mad.  
This is all my fault; all of it.  You were so innocent, so trusting.  I thought--I thought that, if we didn’t actively seek other immortals, if we didn’t kill too many, maybe…  I foolishly thought that we could circumvent the rules--that you were too precious for them to apply to us.  
I didn’t teach you…everything.
You cannot fight on Holy Ground, yes, you must take their heads, yes, and…and…
There can be only one.  Yes.
However, I never told you…that immortal combat is meant to be…one on one.  
But how was I to allow you to fight?  To risk losing you?  To watch you be beaten, bruised, torn--no!  Even the mere idea--it is too much!  I could never allow anyone to lay a hand on you.  I would die first.  I would gladly die before I let anything harm you.  
But it is not I who has been judged.  Who has been punished.  How I wish that I were the one who had been punished!  You didn’t deserve…  You could never deserve…  
I am haunted.  I am haunted.  The sound of your screams…  The sight of your small body collapsing to the ground.  I saw the strength leave you.  When I took you into my arms, you were so frail, so weak.  Delicate.  And…I feel the deepest shame in admitting it, but even then…
I wanted you.  
You had never looked more like you did that first night we met.  Helpless.  Vulnerable.  More fragile in my hands than the finest porcelain.  Even as I mourned the loss of your vitality, I craved the feeling of you once more underneath me, trembling and clinging.
If you had stayed like that, I wouldn’t have moved.  If you had remained as you were, I would have stood still.  But I have watched you, my life.  My love.  I have watched you night after night, for countless nights, and I see you grow ever weaker.  I fear…
I fear.
I am so sorry, my love.  
I will fix this.  I will make this right.  
Even if I have to search the ends of the earth, I will find a cure.  
I will never leave your side.  
I will toil until I once more am worthy to be--
Yours,
Kyungsoo
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October 2, 1924
Beloved,
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.  Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'  The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.”  
I am…bereft.  I am bereft, I am bereft. 
You, my love, are too cruel.  
“The same night, whitening the same trees,” but I am no longer the same.  You…took everything from me.  My very brain is aflame, and I wish, oh, how I wish that I could hate you for what you've done.  
But I love you still.  
My beautiful tormentor.  
I want to cry, I want to weep, I want to rage, yet here I sit, writing, because even more than these, I desire to consign my memories of you to the page, in order to never forget them.  I must remember every detail of us before one moment of my moments with you is lost to the sands of my eternity.  
The french doors were open to the night when you came to me.  The pale, sheer bed curtains shifted and billowed in the cool breeze, as you watched me, head tilted, now obscured, now revealed as you slowly circled our bed.  I loved to watch you watch me.  Weak as I was, I never felt more powerful than when your eyes were on me.  
Finally, you spoke.  “You are beautiful in white.  The contrast with your skin.  The purity…”
Even now, I can feel the sweet languour stealing over my limbs at the memory of your soft words.  “You’re beautiful in everything.”  I turned toward you like a sunflower following her beloved, rested my head on my palm.  “But best, I think, in nothing.”
Your laugh.  How it hurts now to think of your laugh.  You parted the curtain, then, let me see you properly.  Though your smile remained in place, it looked strained, and I held up my arms--longing to comfort you.  You took a knee, leaned over to trace cool fingertips down the side of my face, across my jaw.  The sensation of your fingers on my skin…indescribable.  Not even the Quickening can compare.  Within a heartbeat, I was in your arms, your grip steady around my waist, your lap cool and firm beneath me, your palm cupping my cheek.  “Do you know what tonight is, my love?”  When I shook my head, your eyes, my darling, your eyes grew so sad.  “Tonight is the Hunter’s Moon.”
Your expression looked so serious, I felt I must whisper.  As if speaking too loudly were wrong, somehow.  “What does that mean?”
But then you kissed me.  Long, and slow, and sweet.  Forgive me if I no longer thought of the moon.  When we parted, your thumb brushed my cheek, achingly gentle, the callused pad rasping softly over my skin.  
Forgive me, if I no longer thought of the moon.  
“Do you love me?”  You looked into my eyes, and I was lost.  Your eyes, so warm and dark, eyes that have seen the secrets of my soul, and have never found me wanting.  I could feel the beat of your heart against my ribs, your grip around my waist almost bruising, but welcome.  
Forgive me, if I no longer thought of the moon. 
“I love you more than my next breath.”
Why, my love, why did your gaze grow pained?  I know now, but then…
You laughed again, but it sounded wrong.  Broken.  Before I could speak, you guided my head to your shoulder, and began to stroke my back.  “Do you love me best?”
I was so foolish.  I thought that you had grown melancholy, bored with this country, and ready to move to another.  “You know that there is no one in this world whom I love more than you.”
Your fingers slipped into my hair, gently stroking my scalp as you hummed a soft lullabye.  “Do you remember…the time I came for you in the sun?”
I have never known anything more comforting than being in your arms.  Being held, being softly stroked and petted as you gently speak to me.  In those moments, I felt as if our hearts beat as one. “Of course.  You were marvelous.  My beautiful monster.”
“You gave your life for me…night after night…until I was whole.” 
“Of course.  And I would do it again.  And again, and again, and again.  I would die for you a thousand times.  I want nothing more than to have you by my side for the rest of our lives.  Until the world falls away.  Until time’s end.  Do you remember what you told me our first night?  When you carried me before that old sleepy parish priest?  We are one…”  
You sighed then, a sound so long, and pained, and forlorn.  I didn’t understand.  How I wish that I had understood!  “The night is pleasant.  Why don’t we spend it on the verandah?”  
“Mmm, but I want to spend some time with you here…”
“There will be plenty of time for that, my dove  After.  We have our whole lives…”
But you lied.  You lied… you lied…   
“As for tonight…I want to see you by moonlight.”  You lifted me in your arms as if I were weightless, the silken chiffon of my dress whispering in the breeze as you carried me outside.  “I’ve always felt that you were most beautiful by moonlight.”
We sat together, then.  We talked about our lives.  We talked about our future.  
You lied to me.  
I was so tired.  I fell asleep in your arms.  
When I awoke, the dawn had just broken over the horizon, and by the time I turned to you, it was already too late.  
I’ll never forget…the last words I ever heard you say.  The words I heard as my strength returned while my heart died.
“I was wrong.  You are even more beautiful…in the sun.”
Kyungsoo, my darling, my life…
How can I be only one?
“Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.  I kissed her again and again under the endless sky…To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.  To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.  And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.” ~Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines)
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Prompt request please and thank you 🫶🏽
Surprise #99 & 109 featuring my only current and always bias… Baekhyun
Baekhyun + Suggestive -love you for requesting my man lol but also just ❤️ you-
(There's only one bed. + This. Never. Happened.)
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Baekhyun and you have been on and off for years. Sometimes you were madly in love, other times you wanted to kill each other. It got to the point where the people around you swore they would stop talking to you if you ever got back together again, but the issue is that you share the same friend group. You see and are around each other constantly. There's no way to avoid each other. Especially not this weekend. 
Your friends had planned a short trip while you and Baekhyun were still very much "on". When it was time for the trip, you both swore to your friends that you could behave. That you could share the room you rented without fighting or fucking each other. It'd be easy! Besides, the group planned on being out and about the whole day so the time you spent in the room would be limited.
That is your thought process until Baekhyun pushes the key into the door and swings it open. You both stand out in the hallway and stare into the room. That "Oh shit" moment hits you like a freight train.
"There's only one bed," you meekly say.
"No." Baekhyun charges into the room and starts looking around like he'll find a hidden bed in the bathroom or something. "No, this can't be happening."
You push your luggage inside and close the door behind you so your friends don't pick up on the issue. You face Baekhyun and get his attention. 
"Hey, this is fine. We are two adults, and we can handle sharing a bed for two nights. Okay?"
His eyes meet yours and he slowly nods. "Okay… yeah… Yeah, we've totally got this."
"We'll just make sure that everyone stays away from our room, while also making sure that we get along."
Baekhyun nods along before a weird look crosses his face. "Fuck. I forgot how sexy you are when you take charge."
His words heat your body and you take a deep breath. No. You can do this. You are stronger than your libido. 
Clearing your throat, you say, "We can do this, Baekhyun. We can sleep in the same bed without acting like a couple of animals."
You close your eyes when you realize you've just reminded both of you of how wild the two of you can get together. When your mind replays your past trysts on a loop, you let out your own curse words. This isn't going to end well.
"We've got this," Baekhyun says to remind you.
When you nod and finally open your eyes, the heat in Baekhyun's stare confirms that neither of you has this. You're going to be on each other before you can stop it, and you quickly realize that you don't even want to do that.
"We don't have this," you whisper and Baekhyun shakes his head.
"Not at all."
The two of you come together as fast as your legs can carry you. Your lips clash together while your hands touch everything they can. The taste of him is so damn addicting, and you never want to stop being with him. You want to be lost in Baekhyun forever, but you know that it's fruitless.
You pull away long enough to say, "This. Never. Happened."
Baekhyun nods before pulling you back to him and then directing you toward the single bed.
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potatomountain · 8 months
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Recommend me some fics!
ive tried avoiding reading fics on here ever since March but honestly i really want to read some fics T^T ive slowly started up again, might go back and read some of my favorites. Unfortunately half the works on my recommended list have me blocked soooo cant read those really...
in conclusion: recommend me fics! Reblogg them and tag me or send them in my dms or something! Your work or your favorite work! one shots or series, particularly of Ateez (or BangChan or Seungcheol or even EXO Xuimin/Chanyeol) My feed is so barren now and im really trying to love tumblr and its community again ^^’ PLease help a fellow Atiny out!
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jongbross · 2 months
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birthday boy - do kyungsoo x reader
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pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 930112 (just kidding, obviously) genre: fluffy 🥹 warnings: kyungsoo can be really annoying sometimes, i just know it a/n: happy belated birthday, kyungsoo ya~ i love you very, very much ❤️
you handed yet another can to kyungsoo, delighting yourself in the way he smiled up at you. he made some room for you, tapping the floor beside him and mentioning for you to sit down again.
the han river was just as peaceful as always, city lights illuminating the waters and its sound getting mixed with the seoul's night life natural soundtrack. you could see a few people walking by, mostly other couples like the two of you, but also a few moms with their children, some guy with his dog, group of friends joking around...
none of them seemed to call kyungsoo's attention, as you still felt his gaze on you when you took your seat next to him.
"it's a nice night", you commented.
"of course it is", he shrugged, skilled fingers opening his can with a swift motion. "it's my birthday."
"yeah, let's not be cocky now, okay?"
as you also opened your can, you could head kyungsoo chuckling beside you. he gently pushed you, but it was enough to make you spill some of your beer on your shoes.
"kyungsoo!"
"what?", he widened his already big eyes, offended. "you can't get mad at me, it's my birthday!"
"you can't use your birthday as an excuse to get away with everything."
"said the person who just bought me beer because it is my birthday", he rolled his eyes.
and that's exactly who the night went. kyungsoo annoying you, sometimes telling you something funny that happened at his workplace that week; you whining at him, sometimes laughing at his jokes just so you wouldn't bust his ego.
after an eight pack of beer and a few (stolen) pictures of kyungsoo, he decided to call it a night. ever the gentleman, he made sure to grab all the empty cans and throw it at the near dumpster before coming back to you and offering you his hand. you gladly took it, feeling how kyungsoo pulled you up on your feet like it was nothing, just with enough strength to make you crash against his chest.
"oops", he mumbled, a smirk on his face as he snaked his arms around you.
"getting touchy in public? wow...", you smirked back. "you're lucky it's your birthday, so i'll allow it."
kyungsoo heartedly laughed at your words, leaning in and kissing you while still displaying a huge smile on his lips. 'i love you' was the only thing he could mumble for you in between the following kisses he gave you.
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way-of-the-sun · 1 year
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A romantic and fluffy slice of life fic for my lovely Secret Santa giftee @dreamylittlesugarcube​
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Reader
Words: 4.390
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“Empathy” was a nice little restaurant that opened a few weeks ago. First you saw a moving company bring in all the furniture, accompanied by a young man around your age. You watched them from your window, seeing as you lived right above the now newly opened restaurant.
You lived in your apartment for quite some time and this was the first time that the small place directly under you was rented out.
Your friendly neighbour from down the hall told you, that there once was a restaurant but the owners had to give it up due to old age. So it probably was only appropriate that a new restaurant opened in it’s place.
Sadly you hadn’t had the chance to check it out yet. After a long day of talking and interacting with many people you just liked to relax a little bit at home. That’s not to say that you didn’t like spending time with friends and having a fun time out getting drinks, but you also enjoyed a quite evening on your own, watching some random series or cooking and baking something for yourself. You apartment might be small, perfect for one person, but your kitchen was your marvel. Baking and cooking was an important part of your life so you didn’t spare any expenses when it came to your kitchen. Your parents only shook their head when you told them how much you spent on that. Still, you didn’t regret it one bit.
It was Saturday morning and you stood in your kitchen making some breakfast for yourself, when you saw the young man again. It was the same man which you had seen when the moving company came to bring all the furniture.
He might be working at the restaurant… you thought to yourself.
Curious you looked out of the window to catch a glimpse of him. He had short black hair and wore a hoodie and jeans. From the distance you couldn’t make out anything more, like his face or his height. The only truly noteworthy thing were the huge and heavy looking bags full of groceries he was carrying all by himself.
Shortly after he opened the door to the restaurant and walked inside. You scrambled some eggs and poured them into a hot pan, the man already forgotten.
It was Friday late in the afternoon and you just came back home from a long day. It was raining and your shoes were completely drenched. You cursed and fiddled with your keys to open your front door. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a long sigh. Originally you’d planned to buy some groceries and cook something warm and filling for yourself. This torrential downpour just stopped you from taking the detour to the supermarket so now you didn’t have anything to eat for tonight.
“Brilliant…” you murmured to yourself.
You took off your jacket and your shoes and let them out to dry. You stood awkwardly inside your apartment, unsure what to do about the food situation now.
“Maybe a cup of tea first…” you went to your kitchen to grab a teabag and a mug when you suddenly saw the sign of the newly opened restaurant right underneath your window. You fiddled with your teabag for a second before putting it back into it’s container. The mug also was put into it’s usual place.
You walked to your entrance hall and grabbed a dry jacket and a new pair of shoes. You checked your bag for your purse and your other necessities and left your apartment.
“It might be time to check out the new restaurant. Let’s see if it’s any good.” You smiled to yourself, relieved that you would get something warm to eat tonight.
The doorbell jingled and a warm gust of air hit your face when you entered the restaurant. It was a cosy little place with only a few tables. The name “Empathy” fit the atmosphere of this establishment. At the end of the room you could see the open kitchen with a bar running around it and some chairs to sit on. The chef was preparing some food that smelled delicious. He was standing with his back towards you. He was slender and had an apron tied around his small waist. The chef also seemed to be on the smaller side height wise. But before you had the chance to observe him some more a server came over and asked you with a blinding gummy smile: “Hi welcome to Empathy. Seat for one person?”
You peeled your eyes away from the chef and looked at the server with a friendly smile. “Yes please. Only one person.” The server nodded and brought you straight to the bar which wrapped around the open kitchen.
“Is this place all right?” You nodded and noticed the name tag he had on his apron. “Yes thank you Minseok.” He gave you that gummy smile again and handed you a menu.
“Just call me when you found something.” Minseok smiled at you again and left for the next table. There were some tasty sounding dishes on the menu and it wasn’t easy for you to choose one. In the end you decided on something warm and filling and Minseok came over to take your order of soybean stew.
While you were waiting for your dish you observed the chef again. His moves were clean and efficient. He was clearly a professional when it came to cooking. Just when you were sipping on your water the chef turned around and you did a double take. Luckily you didn’t choke on your drink but it was a near thing.
“Oh, it’s you!” you blurted out after swallowing your sip of water. Surprised by your outburst the chef looked up and indeed it was the young man you’ve seen a few times during the last few weeks. The one you observed from your window with the huge grocery bags.
“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” he asked. His round eyes widened behind his horn rimmed glasses. You felt the heat climb into your face when you realized that you disgraced yourself in front of your new neighbour. Your new very handsome neighbour… For he indeed was handsome with his short dark hair, pillowy lips and smooth, tan skin. Even his eyes were mesmerizing and drew you in. You only realized that you’ve stared at him for longer than you should have, when he cleared his throat.
Your eyes widened and you stammered: “I… I mean I think I’ve just seen you around you know? I live right above this restaurant and… yes.” You smiled, embarrassed about this whole situation. Realization dawned on his face.
“Ah well then. Nice to meet you neighbour.” He nodded at you and put the dish you ordered right in front of you. You hadn’t even realized that he tried to bring you your meal before you pulled this little stunt.
“My name is Kyungsoo.”
“Oh, nice to meet you Kyungsoo!” you also told him your name.
“Well then, enjoy your meal.” he said with his smooth and gentle voice. You thanked him and grabbed your cutlery. As soon as you tasted the first spoonful of his soybean soup you were in heaven. It tasted better than any soybean soup you’ve eaten before and you let out a moan of contentment. As soon as this sound left your mouth you heard a small laugh. Your head whipped up and you directly looked into the twinkling eyes of Kyungsoo. His full lips were curled into a little smile and you could see that he was clearly amused but also a tad bit satisfied.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoy your meal.” His voice was full of teasing and your face got warm again. It seemed as if you wouldn’t catch a break today. Why did you have to embarrass yourself in front of this handsome man not only once but twice? Usually you were more composed than that. You swallowed your nervousness and squared your shoulders.
“The food is really tasty. I might have to come back every day!”
Kyungsoo grinned at you.
“I’m looking forward to it, neighbour.” With that he ended this little tragedy you manoeuvred yourself into and went back to cooking. Even though you felt embarrassed for the rest of the evening you swore to yourself, that you would definitely be back soon.
After you finished your soup and Minseok took your money you put on your jacket and stood up from your chair. Before you left though you couldn’t help yourself and called out to Kyungsoo.
He turned around to you, a questioning look in his eyes.
“See you tomorrow, Kyungsoo!” The corner of his mouth turned upwards.
“See you tomorrow.”
You left the shop with a spring in your step.
It became routine to eat your dinner at “Empathy”. You always sat right at the bar where you could overlook the kitchen and watch Kyungsoo prepare the dishes for the costumers. You loved how concentrated he was and how his nimble fingers prepared each ingredient with love and care. During all these evenings you ate at the restaurant you got to know him better. You now knew that Kyungsoo wasn’t just a chef but the owner of the place. Minseok was one of his best friends who sometimes helped out during rush hours.
If you were honest with yourself you enjoyed Kyungsoo’s company probably more than you should. He was kind and soft spoken, yet could get quite scary when things didn’t go to plan. Still, you admired him. A few weeks earlier it still might have been able to prevent this crush from truly developing but you just didn’t want to. He was someone you could see yourself with. You just weren��t sure if he felt the same. Kyungsoo was hard to read if he didn’t want you to. Despite that you hoped that one day he might show you that he liked you as well.
During one of your regular visits at the restaurant you exchanged numbers with Kyungsoo. You wheedled his number out of him and now you texted him from time to time. He wasn’t a fan of texting, saying it was too bothersome to type. So you were quite surprised when you got a text with his name one afternoon.
I know it’s really short notice but do you have plans tonight?
Your heart started racing, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t believe what you just read. Just to be sure you read his message again.
Was he asking you out? You squealed and jumped around your apartment. Out of breath and with shaking fingers you typed a reply. You didn’t want to seem too eager so you just wrote one small sentence.
Depends on why you’re asking… :)
Your phone chimed only a few seconds later. You opened the message with sweaty hands and a fluttering heart.
Minseok is sick and I need someone to serve tables tonight. I don’t know who else to ask.
Your excitement vanished. Why did I think that he would ask me out on a date? You thought. Of course it’s not that. Your heart started slowing down and the huge grin you sported only a few minutes before vanished without a trace. You sighed and opened your messages again.
I’m free tonight. When should I start?
Even though Kyungsoo unknowingly just crushed your hopes you still couldn’t leave him hanging. He was a dear friend in need of help and you just couldn’t stand the thought of him having to manage the restaurant all on his own.
Would 6 p.m. work for you? Thank you, I know why you’re my favourite neighbour.
You laughed.
I’m the only neighbour you know.
But yes, 6 p.m. is fine!
You waited for a reply but none came. You laughed a little, fond and amused. That was just typical for Kyungsoo. You put your phone away and went to the bathroom to get a shower. It wasn’t that much time left before your impromptu shift started and you didn’t want to look like something the cat dragged in in front of Kyungsoo’s costumers.
6 p.m. arrived faster than you thought possible and you stood in front of Kyungsoo who explained to you the inner workings of his restaurant “Empathy”. You weren’t completely new to serving tabled so you were confident in yourself.
“And lastly you need to put on this apron.” Kyungsoo showed you the apron he wanted you to wear. It was a dark grey one which only wrapped around your waist. Kyungsoo looked at you with his head cocked to the side, contemplating something.
“It might be a little bit big on you. Minseok normally wears this one so I’m not sure if - “ You interrupted him. “Hey! I’m not that small. Look!” You made yourself as tall as you could and looked him straight into the eyes. His eyes started to form crescents as a heart-shaped smile took over his face.
“I see. Then maybe it might fit. Let me try.” Kyungsoo gripped the apron tighter in his hands and took a step towards you. Your eyes grew large. The both of you never were that close before. You could even feel his warmth and his breath tickling your face. He was still looking straight into your eyes and he leaned even closer to your face. You jolted as you felt large and warm hands around your waist. He guided his hands around your hips, directly to the small of your back. You were mesmerised and didn’t dare move even a little bit. You heart was racing inside your chest and your breathing was getting unsteady. His fingers swiped along your back where he was tying the apron. You got lost in his eyes and you felt his fingers still. For only a second you thought that he might lean in to kiss you but he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly de-tangled himself from you. You instantly missed his warmth and his arms around you. He felt so strong and safe. You could have stayed like that until the end of the night.
Kyungsoo stepped away from you and looked around the kitchen while his hands played with the ends of his own apron which he had donned before you. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. If you didn’t know better you might think that he was bashful. He looked at you again and then at the apron he so charmingly put on you. A small smile found his lips again.
“Well it seems like you were right. You aren’t that small.” And he was right. The apron fit you quiet well and you looked at him, satisfied.
“I told you so!” This childish response was followed by a deep laugh from Kyungsoo. You couldn’t help but laugh with him. After the two of you recovered from your small laughing fit he got serious again.
“Then we can start now. The first costumers should arrive soon.” You nodded and took your place at the register. When you heard Kyungsoo call out to you, you turned around.
“Thank you, really. I don’t know what I would have done without you tonight.”
“It’s my pleasure.” And only a few seconds after you answered him, the first costumer arrived. The night was a blur after that and when you came home that night you were dead on your feet. When you fell into bed you could feel the first fingers of sleep already gripping at you and you fell asleep with a smile on your face, thinking about Kyungsoo tying this little insignificant apron around your middle.
When you awoke the next morning you saw a notification on your phone. Surpirsed –  because who would write you on a Saturday morning – you opened the message and saw it was one from Kyungsoo. You were awake immediately. You sat up and rubbed your eyes to get all the sand out of them and then promptly read his message.
Thank you again for yesterday.
Do you have plans tonight?
You groaned. How could he send you the same question twice in a row? A little grumpy you replied
Don’t make me help out again tonight!
I’m totally knackered…
You only had to wait a few minutes for his reply.
I actually wanted to repay you for yesterday. But if you don’t have time I can see if I’ll find another date?
You couldn’t believe your eyes! He wanted to repay you? How?
I mean I’m free tonight…
You stared at your screen and waited for a message to plop up. You didn’t have to wait long. Your eyes roved over his reply hungrily.
Good. Please come to the restaurant at 8 p.m.
You couldn’t believe your eyes so you quickly typed
 I thought you didn’t want to make me work. :(
Three little dots appeared, indicating that Kyungsoo was writing something in return.
I won’t, please don’t worry.
And unbidden grin forced its way onto your face. You couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for tonight now that he reassured you again that you wouldn’t need to work.
Alright Soo… then I’ll be there.
I’m glad. See you tonight.
After this last message from him you fell back into bed and let out a long breath. You couldn’t wait for tonight and the surprise Kyungsoo prepared just for you. Your poor little heart started fluttering again and you felt anticipation rise within you.
Evening came faster and yet slower than you wanted. You were nervous, even though you didn’t know exactly why. You knocked on the door of the restaurant, because it was already closed. Kyungsoo opened you soon after.
“Hi…” You said. He stepped aside to let you in and as soon as you came inside you saw a nicely decorated table. Kyungsoo put up some candles and prepared a table for two. It looked very intimate and cosy. He even strung up some fairy lights. You could see that he took great care in decorating everything and you felt very touched by his effort.
Suddenly he spoke up. “I hope it’s alright that I prepared a nice dinner for us?” He seemed a bit unsure, as if he was scared that his efforts would scare you away.
“It’s lovely, thank you.” You gave him your best smile and you saw that his shoulders relaxed the tiniest fraction.
“Come sit,” he beckoned you. “I’ve already prepared everything.” You followed him and sat down.
Kyungsoo went to the kitchen and soon after he came back with a big bowl of soybean stew. You happily hopped around on your chair. “My favourite!” You exclaimed. He sported an indulgent smile on his handsome face.
“I know.” He didn’t say anything more, just went to the kitchen again and brought a bowl of soybean stew for himself. You impatiently sat in your chair, waiting for him to wish you a pleasant meal. Finally he uttered the blessed words.
“Enjoy your meal.” As soon as this sentence left his mouth you tucked in. You hadn’t tasted his cooking in way too long. Even though you came to his establishment nearly every day, each day without his tasty cooking was one wasted in your opinion. As soon as the first bite entered your mouth you were in heaven.
“Why does it always taste so good?” You moaned around your spoonful of soup. Kyungsoo watched you with his face supported on his hand. He had a gentle look in his eyes as he watched you eat. “It’s made with love.” He whispered. “Hm?” You looked up from your bowl and swallowed. “What did you say?”
“I said it’s made with love, that’s why it tastes like that.” The atmosphere changed. Suddenly the air felt charged and the light from the fairy lights seemed more intimate, almost romantic. You put down your spoon and truly looked at Kyungsoo. He hadn’t even started eating. Instead he was watching you with his deep and soulful eyes. You didn’t move, you barely dared to breathe. It felt as if you were on the edge of something huge, something monumental.
And your feeling proved true, when Kyungsoo stood up and walked over to your side of the table. You looked up at him, heart hammering in your chest. You felt breathless.
Kyungsoo slowly lifted his hand and brought it to your cheek. He softly and gently laid his hand on your face and his thumb started caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this a dream? It felt like it. Kyungsoo stopped stroking your cheek so you opened your eyes. A question in them. Why did you stop? He mustered you, intently. And as slowly as he lifted his hand, he leaned towards you.
Your eyes got bigger and it felt as if no air was reaching your lunges any more. He came ever closer and as soon as you could feel his breath on your face your eyes drifted to his sinful lips. They were closer than ever before and you could admire them in all their beauty. They would be perfect for kissing. Pillowy and soft. Kyungsoo noticed you watching his lips and you felt his breath hitching on your skin. You looked into his eyes again and in them you saw a kind of certainty, a kind of resolve. Your hands moved without your consent and you gripped his upper arms. They felt lean and muscular under your hands. As soon as Kyungsoo registered your touch he leaned in further and whispered in a husky voice that sent goosebumps all over your body. “Last chance to stop this, darling.” But as soon as this endearment left his lips you knew you were hopelessly lost.
You didn’t move away, you even leaned a little bit further in. This was what you dreamed of. What you yearned for all these last weeks. Feeling his touch, his warmth. Hearing his endearments. Kyungsoo noticed you getting closer and you saw relieve in his eyes. But a second later all you felt were his warm and soft lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, you were fully emerged in the sensation of his full lips resting against yours. Kyungsoo breathed out a shuddering breath and immediately after he gripped you tighter, his hold on your face tightening and a hand sneaking to your neck, bending your face upwards. This caused the angle of your mouths to shift and Kyungsoo started kissing you in earnest. He was a good kisser. He softly engaged you in your kissing and playfully teased your lips with his wicked tongue. You sighed, unable to resist his charms. As soon as your lips opened, Kyungsoo used his opportunity and sneaked his tongue inside your warm mouth. He tasted like peppermint toothpaste and something uniquely Kyungsoo. You were addicted immediately and never wanted this moment to stop.
Way too soon he slowed the pace of the kiss. He was only pecking your lips now and even though the kiss was more than innocent at the moment you felt as if he brought you to other spheres. You yearned for his touch, his kiss for way too long. Even some little pecks were bliss to you.
After a last soft peck he stopped kissing you completely. He took your face in both his hands and leaned his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes and looked directly into his face. His lips were glossy and swollen from the kiss you just shared and his eyes glimmered with fondness and affection. Yours mirrored the same emotions. Your hands slid up his shoulders and your softly gripped his neck without breaking eye contact. The two of you stood there in this position for a few more seconds until Kyungsoo released your from his hold and straightened himself out again.
You looked at him, never once did your eyes leave his face, searching for a hint to his emotions. But you didn’t need to worry. In his eyes shone adoration and his lips were curled into an endeared smile.
“Darling.” This word again. His voice sounded husky.
“Yes?” Your voice wasn’t much better. You cleared your throat. That elicited a wider smile from him.
“That’s not how I planned this evening to go if I’m honest.” He admitted.
“No?” You asked a bit unsure. “How did you want it to go?”
Feeling your uncertainty Kyungsoo grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. His hands were so much bigger than yours and you marvelled at the difference. He squeezed your hand and your looked back at him. Trusting, hoping.
“I wanted to eat some nice dinner with you. Then some dessert and after that I wanted to ask you a very important question.” You heart fluttered.
“What question?” You couldn’t help but ask. He took a deep breath and squeezed your hand again, as if he was nervous. His eyes were shifting around the room. Still you gave him all the time that he needed and patiently waited for his answer.
“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go on a date with me?” This sentence completely blew your mind. You never thought that he might be interested in dating you! That your crush might be reciprocated. But it seemed as if your feelings weren’t one-sided. As soon as you processed his question you immediately nodded your head. You couldn’t contain your happiness and started skipping on your chair.
“Of course! I’d love to go on a date with you!” You blurted out. Even though you were a little bit embarrassed about your outburst, the blinding heart shaped smile on Kyungsoo’s face let you forget your embarrassment.
“How about tomorrow?” He asked. He seemed eager and happy about your consent. A warm feeling spread in your chest and something akin to contentment settled in your heart.
“That sounds lovely. But before that…” Kyungsoo looked at you imploringly. “How about another kiss?” You grinned at him mischievously and he laughed his pretty, deep laugh.
“Everything for my darling.” And then he leaned in and gave you a kiss you might never forget again.
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mybiasisexo · 3 months
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DRABBLE GAME #5 [CLOSED]
After 1000 years, I've decided its time for another drabble game 🥳!!!! I think I'm going to do up to 20 asks, so put your request in while you can!! so excited to write like this again. Thank you for supporting me and enjoying my work! I adore you all more than you know 💕🥰
rules:
send a number (at most 2)**
send a member (exo only [ot9])
please dont send in more than 3
will only accept requests from THIS list
please be patient with me haha
**if a number gets requested more than 3 times it’ll get striked out
"I'm not jealous, you're jealous."
“Do you love me?"
"Come cuddle with me."
"What did I do wrong?"
"i’m gonna marry you one day."
"What one am I?"
"You saved me."
"She was hot, admit it."
"I’m pregnant."
"Well you’re not the only one."
"You’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to."
"Just pretend."
"What are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night."
"I’m your husband, it’s my job."
"We promised each other not to be like this, but... I can't stop it."
"Welcome home."
"After everything…I’d still choose you."
"I think I love you."
"You know I can’t be found with you."
"I think you should kiss me."
"I wrote you a song."
"Just stay this time. Stay for me."
"Stop being so cute."
"For God’s sake, stop crying."
"You’re a jerk."
"I remember our first kiss."
"Did you get into a fight?"
"Are you cheating on me?"
"Quit beating me up!"
"You’re one of the most important things in my life."
"Can I call you that?"
"Touch me again."
"Could we pretend that we’re in love?"
"I dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you."
"This is not a time to give me driving lessons!"
"You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that."
"Maybe you could stay? Just for tonight?"
"I’ll kick his ass if you want me to."
"Please, let’s go to bed."
"I’m really lucky to have you."
"I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”
"I thought there was time."
"You are still a baby."
"It looks good on you."
"And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations."
"You broke up?"
"We’re not ‘fine’."
"I’m not angry."
"Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?"
"Fuck, you are so beautiful."
"You’re playing with fire here."
"We were so young."
"I don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway."
"You're pretty amazing. you know that, right?"
"I thought I’d never see you again."
"I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important."
"Just hold me."
"We're not just friends. you know that."
"I guess i was wrong about you."
"I sent you a bunch of kiss emojis."
"Can you just leave me alone?"
"You’re so clingy, I love it."
"You look like an egg."
"Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change."
"Does he know about the baby?"
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
"But, I said I love you. "
"How drunk was I?"
"I won’t let you get hurt."
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moonstarsunflower · 1 year
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exo special masterlist | moonstarsunflower
do kyungsoo:
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