#exo one shot

[wolveswithblackpearls]

When the nights get cold

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, dog hybrid!baekhyun x reader (if romantic or not is up for interpretation)

cw: nightmares, feelings of panic and anxiety, laboratory/hospital setting in the first half, violence mention, abuse mention (non-sexual), medical experiments mention

word count: ~1.6k

a/n: hey there @vampwrrr - 'tis me, your secret santa (find me @starchild--27, I am Admin S on here ^-^) and i come bearing gifts, hehe :D i did a little mix of all the things we talked about the last few months with what you promted for your gift, so i hope you have fun reading this little one-shot i came up with! i, for one, had lots of fun with it xD gave me a chance to dive into unknown waters here - i never wrote anything in this setting before!

finally, a big thank you @exols-silver-christmas for hosting yet another year of exo-l secret santa. it takes a lot to organize all this so i am, as always, very thankful that we can enjoy this event again this year. i can't wait to see all the creative things everyone came up with! <3

~ Admin S

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Baekhyun woke up feeling uncomfortable. It was the rough fabric of the hospital gown against his skin. It was the cold metal chain that ran tightly over his face. It was the darkness and the penetrating smell of disinfectant. He hated it all. So much he just wanted to fall asleep again. But the bed had no pillow and no blanket, and he was freezing too much to fall asleep again.

I am back.

The thought slowly settled in his mind, exhaustion and resignation putting a dull feeling in his chest. He had been here before, in “The Clinic” as the people here liked to call it. But he knew that clinics are to help people that are hurt. And this place did the exact opposite. This place was a lab. And he had been created here. From some scraps of DNA the doctors had collected and altered.

Baekhyun didn’t know the specifics of how the lab worked, how they got the resources they needed, what the purpose of it all was. And he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know. And while the question of “why” was a huge mystery to Baekhyun, the goal of The Clinic was quite clear. They wanted to create a new species. They were breeding hybrids. And Baekhyun was one of those.

Raised under constant probing and testing for the first couple years of his life, then put in a shelter with other hybrids to be socialized and later to be sold. And even then, there was no escaping The Clinic. There were regular checkups and tests the hybrids had to undergo, even after being bought.

Baekhyun crouched on the cold bed, thoughts racing. Why was he here again? Why didn’t he remember how he got here?  Why didn’t he remember what had happened before he fell asleep? Anxiously, his tail wrapped around his legs while he rested his chin on his right knee and he realized how helpless he was. He didn’t know what to do, how to get out. Damn, he didn’t even know what year it was.

Goosebumps spread over his skin. This was the most scared he had felt in a long while. It reminded him of when he was still a puppy that hadn’t known anything but the lab. Even back then, when he was entirely disoriented, he knew this was not a good place. He might not have understood it back then but he had felt distinctly that this place was harming him.

The utter silence made Baekhyun nervous. Or was it just the lack of any hints that would indicate other alive beings close by? He didn’t know and his ears twitched restlessly, eager to pick up a sound. Any sound. Just… anything besides the sound of his own beating heart.

Baekhyun put his head between his knees and buried his hands in the hair at the back of his head, tightly shutting his eyes and praying for it all to go away. Praying that, when he released all the tension in his body, he would be at a better place, a safer place.

But Baekhyun was scared. He didn’t dare to let go, to loosen his grip on himself. Any moment without your guard up would be exploited. That’s what his years in The Clinic had taught him so painfully. He couldn’t let go. They would come and immobilize him in ways that hurt and give him medicine that made him feel sick and run tests until he passed out from exhaustion. He couldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go. He couldn't-

A blaring noise ripped through the quiet, so sudden that Baekhyun let out a bark. That never happened. But, gosh, this was an alert of some sort and Baekhyun could practically feel this horrible, booming sound vibrating in his bones.

He had to get out.

Faster than he thought his body would be ready, he scrambled off the bed. The floor was unbelievably cold against his bare feet, but he started running towards the exit anyway. He pulled harshly and opened the door just far enough so he could slip through and out in the long, white hallway that was rhythmically illuminated in deep red from the flaring warning light. Baekhyun didn’t have time to look around more, he just bolted into a random direction. All he wanted was to get away from this room, but as soon as he had started running down the hallway, he started to hear steps behind him. Fast. Running.

He peaked. It was the nurses. Their skin-tight, white uniforms had them look like they were clones themselves. They might as well have been. There was no way of knowing what else was going on in The Clinic - and if there was a way, Baekhyun didn’t want to know it, wanted to be as far away as possible from that way. 

When he heard the nurses’ steps accelerating, Baekhyun ran even faster. He had not expected to have enough strength for that. His sight got blurry and his cheeks were getting wet. He could tell by the cold feeling that bloomed where the tears were running down his face. But he couldn’t stop running. Not when there were these nurses following him. They would catch him and do God-knows-what to him and-

-- -- --

Baekhyun opened his eyes so abruptly that it startled you a little, despite having tried to wake him up for the past few minutes.

He had been shaking in his sleep for a while now. You were laying next to him, waiting for this painful scene to come to a halt again but it only got worse the further the nightmare progressed. He started whimpering and yipping, making the most puppy-like noises you have ever heard from him.

You had tried to soothe him without waking him at first, started with rubbing his back and stroking his exposed arm. That usually calmed him a lot – but not this time. So you adjusted his blanket that he had kicked away from his body, letting his own warmth comfort him and, as a last resort, softly petted the wild strands of his hair. But nothing helped. When tears started running down his face, you decided it was best to wake him up and free him from whatever was going on in his head.

You had a pretty good idea what he must have been dreaming about. That was not the first time Baekhyun had suffered from these nightmares and when it got as bad as tonight, they were most likely about The Clinic. Just the thought of that place started a fire of scorching fury in your belly. They gave him pain his entire life and not even now that he got out of their grasp, he had no peace. You didn’t want to imagine the things that happened to the hybrids and other “experiments” there. Actual living beings, scientifically created there, only to-

You closed your eyes and forcefully stopped your train of thought. Your anger wouldn’t help anyone. Not right now, in the middle of the night with a scared dog hybrid sitting next to you, his messy black-and-white hair sticking out in every direction, puppy ears pressed flat against his head, whimpering quietly in the darkness as he wiped the tears from his face with shaking hands.

You took a few deep breaths and slowly so that Baekhyun wouldn’t get even more scared, wrapped your arms around his warm body from behind. And as soon as Baekhyun felt your presence, he let himself melt in your hug and shifted to rest even more comfortably in your arms, turning around to rest his head against your chest and your arms to wrap around his shoulders. Softly, you started to stroke his back again and tried to breath very calmly so Baekhyun’s irregular gasping for air would calm eventually as well.

You knew better than to confront him with questions in this situation. He needed to calm down first, realize that he is not in a dangerous situation anymore, that he is at a safe place, and he needed to take his time for that. The last thing both of you needed at this moment was another panic attack caused by Baekhyun being overwhelmed.

You lifted your eyes from the top of Baekhyun’s head and gazed towards the window. Tonight, the temperatures had dropped deep, and it had started to snow. It was always the first icy cold nights that gave Baekhyun the worst nightmares. It had something to do with the whiteness, quiet and cold that reminded him of The Clinic. It made you even more determined to create good and happy memories in the winter months with him.

You loved the winter, the crisp cold and how the first snow makes the world look like it has been put under a spell that makes everything really still and silent. It had always felt magical to you and even if Baekhyun would always feel a much greater relief when spring would finally come around, you didn’t want the nightmares to be the only thing Baekhyun remembered from winter nights. But it would take work to get there. He had been through too much. You had heard a lot about it from Baekhyun already but you weren’t sure if you knew everything yet. And if tonight’s nightmare brought up new memories that caused the dream to be especially bad this time around.  

But you were certain, Baekhyun would immediately talk to you tonight. When he felt he was ready and not in shock anymore. You two would figure it all out from there. Or maybe you would just fall asleep again and figure it out tomorrow. And with Baekhyun’s breath becoming more and more even and your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier… tomorrow didn’t seem like such a bad plan.

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[blu-joons]

Baby Kicks ~ Byun Baekhyun

A groan came from you as another heavy kick hit against the side of your bump, causing you plenty of discomfort. There was still no sign of Baekhyun anywhere as you shuffled around on the bed, trying your best to find a position that was comfortable for both you and your baby too.

You wanted to call out to him, but you had no energy to try and get Baekhyun’s attention. All you could do was wait, hearing his footsteps coming up the stairs a few moments later, eyes immediately landing on your uncomfortable expression.

“Are you alright?” Baekhyun asked you as he picked up his pace, walking as fast as he could into the bedroom. “Are you in pain?” He then asked you as he placed his water bottle down.

Your hand tapped against the side of your bump to let him know where to be, with Baekhyun immediately taking a seat down beside you on the bed. His hand rested where yours was, feeling around for a few moments until he felt a surprisingly tough kick, looking at you with surprise on his face.

“Are they kicking?” Baekhyun chuckled, feeling a few gentler kicks soon follow after their first. “I love how that feels,” he whispered, never quite getting used to it.

“It’s alright for you, you’re not the one that’s getting kicked,” you joked in reply to him.

A weak smile formed on Baekhyun’s face as you spoke, reminding himself of how difficult some of your baby’s kicks were for you. You had lost count of your sleepless nights or early morning rises because of your baby getting restless and kicking about in your bump.

“Can I get you anything to make it more comfortable for you if they’re having a little wriggle in there?” Baekhyun quizzed, resting his hand against the top of your bump, keeping his eyes firmly on you as you rested.

“Maybe you could just tell them to stop?” You continued to tease, never failing to impress Baekhyun with how positively you tried to look at even the more difficult moments in pregnancy.

Although you told him that you were fine, Baekhyun still studied you for a few more moments. “I can get a cushion to place under your back,” he suggested, thinking of any little thing that would help, but your head shook appreciatively at all of his ideas.

If there was one thing that had surprised you about Baekhyun whilst you were pregnant, it was how attentive he was. He had been working less and at home more, and almost glued to your side pretty much whenever he could be in order to help you out and support you.

You knew why he loved being near you, as he hated missing anything. He loved to feel as many kicks and wriggles as possible that he could enjoy and smile at.

“Maybe I could sing to the baby, that might get them to settle,” Baekhyun then suggested, watching your eyes flicker across in his direction. He knew that it was a weakness of yours, listening to Baekhyun sing was something that you never tired of, and you knew was something that you baby seemed to enjoy too.

As he kept staring across at you, waiting for an answer from you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you sing, you’re singing for the baby, not for me,” you tried to defend, leaving him with no choice but to agree to do it.

Baekhyun’s eyes rolled as you left him with no choice but to agree with you. “I can’t wait for this baby to come so that you can stop using them to guilt trip me into doing absolutely anything for you Y/N.”

Your shoulders shrugged innocently, “I’m just saying that I’m sure that our baby would like to hear you sing, I mean they did settle when you sang to them the other day?”

Before you knew it, Baekhyun began to sing, resting his head down as close to your bump as he possibly could. You sat in silence as you listened to him, as ever you were attentive when Baekhyun sung and in awe of just how talented he was. Once he was done, his hand rested against your bump, feeling nothing from there.

After a few moments, his eyes flickered up to look at you too. “I think it worked,” he whispered with a proud smile on his face. “How are you feeling? Are you a little more comfortable now there’s no kicks coming your way?”

Your head nodded as your hand came down to brush gently through Baekhyun’s messy fringe. He could tell from your smile that you enjoyed it more than you let onto him, you loved to try and pretend to not be interested, especially whilst you were pregnant.

“It feels a lot easier not having my body beaten black and blue by our restless baby,” you sniggered back down to him, “I don’t know where they get their strength from to be honest.”

“Excuse me, have you seen me?” Baekhyun asked you, flexing his bicep back up at you for proof.

You had to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing back at Baekhyun as he tensed as much as he possibly could. Between the two of you, everyone knew that you were definitely the stronger out of you both, proven time and time again.

Once he had finished proving his strength to you, Baekhyun moved his arm back down to rest it over the top of your baby bump again. His smile was wide as he didn’t feel a thing, glad that your baby was settled. As much as he loved feeling your baby’s kicks, Baekhyun was also aware of just how uncomfortable they could be for you, never wanting to enjoy the ones that hurt you too much, even if they felt funny to him.

Each time when a strong kick came, Baekhyun’s eyes looked to you straight away. As soon as he watched you cringe, he would forget about everything else and check on you, getting you absolutely anything that you needed.

The most important thing for Baekhyun was your comfort, that’s all that he wanted ever since he found out that you were pregnant. For all of his jokes and laughter, when he saw you struggling, he would be serious and right by your side until he was sure you were alright.

“Just think, they’ll be no kicks in a couple of months,” you told him.

“But then I’ll get plenty of baby cuddles instead,” he quietly chuckled, “I’ll take holding my baby over feeling them kick any day of the week.

“It’ll fly by Baek,” you told him, feeling his eyes look back up at you again, unable to help the proud and excited smile that was on his face once more.

His head nodded, feeling his stomach knot with enthusiasm. “I can’t wait to just do everything that parents do. You know that I’m going to be the best dad ever Y/N, I’ll be here for the two of you all the time.”

“I know, you’ll be the best,” you encouraged, “I’m sure our baby will know just how lucky there are.”

“I’ll make sure they know just lucky they are,” Baekhyun whispered, “mainly because they’re lucky to have you, I mean you’ve grown them perfectly so far.”

“Aside from when they kick me.”

“Aside from those rough kicks, they’re definitely perfect.”

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[marshmallow-phd]

A Heart’s Perfect Prey

A/N: Hello! I know this is a story I’ve already posted, but I wanted to rewrite it, make it better and change the member it was written for. I hope you give it a chance and enjoy the new version! 

Genre: Vampire AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: mentions of blood, murder, supernatural elements

Summary: Murders are happening around you. Unbeknownst to you, the culprit isn’t human. He’s a vampire centuries old with a game to play. And his opponent? Park Chanyeol. A vampire out for revenge. With you as the new pawn on the board, will you be another sacrifice in their long destructive game or will you reignite a heart long cold and dead?

Tao I Chanyeol I Yixing I Luhan I Minseok I Jongdae I Jongin 

**

Being alone wasn’t so bad. No tearful goodbyes, no hurtful attachments. He was free to come and go as he pleased, no one to hold him back, to force him to stay in one place for too long. Sure, after two hundred years, he had connections all over the world, but they were merely acquaintances, people to help him get when he needed the upper hand.

Like Luhan.

After five decades and twelve cities, it was amusing how that short pretty boy was still working as a public worker, spending most of his days down in a basement under harsh fluorescent lighting that exemplified his pale, undead skin, surrounded by rotting flesh. If humans couldn’t stand the smell, imagine how a vampire felt.

But today was one of those days where Luhan’s position came in handy.

Chanyeol needed information. 

A few  days ago, he caught the scent of an old adversary - one he’d lost track of decades ago - right here in his own territory. A ruthless vampire who needed to be put down for the good of all. And he’d been leaving quite the trail, if Chanyeol’s hunch was correct. If anyone in the city were to know about a rise in vampire-on-human attacks, Luhan would be the one to contact.

The precinct was busy, loud and overcrowded with people begging not to be locked up. No one paid Chanyeol any attention as he strolled down the hallway like a spector and to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. While waiting for its arrival, the sound of tears under the chaos caught his attention. In the main room behind him, sitting at one of the detectives’ desks with a police standard jacket around your shoulders, you were mostly ignored by the others who walked by.

You weren’t wailing or sobbing hysterically. Your face was blank, void of any emotion as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. Occasionally, you sniffed, creating the soft noise that had caught Chanyeol’s attention in the first place. No one seemed to be paying vulnerable little you any mind. It was mildly depressing.

Shaking his head, Chanyeol turned away when the elevator dinged at its arrival. He entered and hit the button for the basement with perhaps a little too much force.

Luhan was hurriedly scribbling something down on a clipboard when Chanyeol stepped into the stench pit. The undead coroner didn’t look up to acknowledge his old friend even though he certainly heard the heavy steps from the hallway, maybe even from the floor above.

“I’ve actually been expecting you to arrive sooner than this,” Luhan chuckled, finally looking up. He slid the pen under the clip and placed the metal clipboard off to the side. 

Chanyeol leaned against an empty slab, his hands in the pockets of his black designer coat. Not that he actually needed one to stave off the cold temperature outside. He simply liked how it looked on his tall frame. “Well, you are practically psychic.”

“No. Just intuitive.” Luhan walked over to the wall that housed the newly arrived corpses and pulled out a drawer as Chanyeol joined him. On the cold slab was a young woman, seemingly in her early to mid-twenties. Pretty except for the thick red slash that tore up her throat. “I haven’t done the autopsy yet. I was waiting for you to arrive. Although, to be honest, I don’t really need to do one.”

Chanyeol frowned thoughtfully. That wasn't a good sign. “Was it him?”

“That would be my guess.” Luhan gently pushed the woman’s raven hair away from her neck, showing off the side where the cut was deepest and brutally applied. “I found two puncture wounds hidden beneath the cut. Obviously vampire. This isn’t an unusual way for vampires to cover their tracks but–” he stopped.

“But what?” Chanyeol urged.

Luhan sighed. “Did you see the girl crying upstairs? Pretty? Sitting at the detective’s desk?” Chanyeol nodded. “This is the second person connected to her that’s died. In this exact way. And both bodies were left around like they were meant to be found. I have a feeling another one will show up soon.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flashed red. The sudden change didn’t scare Luhan like it might have with any human. He’d fully expected this to happen.

“It is him,” Chanyeol growled. “This time, I’ll get him. And I’ll rip his throat out.”

Luhan pushed the drawer back into its holding cell, closing the door on the poor girl. “Do it soon. Before he kills someone else.”

With a hard nod, Chanyeol turned on his heels, stalking back to the elevator to start his hunt.

“I’ll send you the target’s information!” Luhan called out after him. The taller vampire simply threw up his hand in acknowledgment.

**

Why wasn't the breakdown coming? For the moment of what you had found down in the laundry room of your apartment building to truly come crashing down on you. 

But it didn’t come. Tears rolled down your face, but you didn’t really cry. Not the kind that came with loud wails and shouts of it not being true. And that’s all you wanted to do right now. You didn't want to feel this numb, this… dissolved. Like sea foam drifting along a calm surface. Undisturbed and slowly disappearing. 

After what seemed like an hour, the detective finally came back with a cup of tea, handing it to you without much ceremony.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The detective nodded. “Now, (y/n), I know it's going to be difficult, but I need you to tell me about Jisoo and what might have happened.”

The last image you had of Jisoon flashed through your mind as you took a sip of the bitter tea and you flinched. Hopefully the detective, if he noticed at all, thought the look was due to the hot liquid. “I don’t really know what happened. Jisoo and I were close. We were around the same age–”

“You’re her neighbor, correct?” he interrupted.

You nodded. “Yes. For the past two years. Every Friday night after work, we’d go down to the laundry room. Hardly anyone else uses it at that time since most people go out to start the weekend. We’d normally talk about life, our jobs, family while waiting on the washer. I was late getting off today so when she didn’t answer her door, I figured she already went down. When I got there, she was… she was–” Your throat constricted at the memory, refusing to let any other words out. You needed to focus on breathing or you would start hyperventilating. 

Jisoo, lying on the dirty concrete of the basement laundry room. Bright red blood gathered around her head like a haunting halo from a cathedral window. Her eyes open, staring up at nothing. Body broken like a ragged doll, she was lying on the ground, thrown away without a thought, whoever attacked her not caring about the aftermath. No remorse, no second thought. 

You shook the memory from your head. You wanted to get it out, to say it out loud as if that would make it disappear from your brain forever. But you weren't able to voice the images to life.

“That’s okay,” the detective said soothingly, rubbing your arm as a means of attempted comfort. “Did Jisoo have any enemies that you know about? Anyone who didn’t like her?”

Again, you shook your head. “No. She tried to be friendly with everyone.”

“Did she complain about anyone ever?”

“No.” You sighed, “No one, but Ryan from work. But he’s just a perv.”

That peaked the detective’s interest. “Did he try any advances on Jisoo? Is that what made her uncomfortable?”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “He just shares a bit too much about his personal life. I met him once, when we went out. Even drunk, he never tried anything on Jisoo.”

That seemed to disappoint him. A possible lead already running dry. “Alright. I think we’ll end the interview here. I’ll get one of the patrol officers to take you home. I’ll give you my card, in case you think of anything else.”

To your relief, the officer who drove you back to your apartment didn’t say anything. He merely let the occasional radio message over his computer break the silence. Going all the way in chivalry, he saw you to your door five stories up. Jisoo’s own door across the hall had crime scene tape to stop anyone from entering in case they needed to gather more evidence or clues. You couldn’t picture what they possibly needed in there since she was found in the basement. But you weren’t an investigator, so what did you know?

You thanked the officer and went inside your apartment.

Just do your normal routine, you told yourself as the door clicked behind you.  

And so you did. You changed into your pajamas, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and climbed into bed. It was supposed to be the remedy. It was supposed to make your body’s rhythm jump back into place. And maybe it worked. How could you really know?

If it worked or not, it was finally there, in the dark, with the sound of the city attacking your window, that the numbness – protective arms and thick shield – slipped away. 

Finally, with your face hidden in your knees, you were able to cry at the loss of your friend.

**

Two weeks had gone by since that terrible night and you were sure you were losing it. Maybe you should see a therapist.

You can’t afford a therapist.

Well, maybe then you should get a new job.

But you loved the store with its endless shelves of novels, so living in constant paranoia for the time being it was. In time, it would fade away and you would be fine, back to normal. All of this was probably only your imagination, anyway. Your very active imagination.

A looming shadow perched permanently in the corner of your eye as you walked down the street to your job or to the grocery store or to the park. But whenever you turned to get a better look, it was gone. The feeling of being watched, of every step being analyzed and memorized was near constant. But no one was ever around. No eyes were trained on you, no steps matched yours exactly. 

In a change of pace for the day, however, as you went about your duties in the small bookshop you called your second home, you found yourself not quite as aware. Your mother often complained that you could do better, be at a bigger company and earn a bigger paycheck. But you were the assistant manager and with Bruce about to retire within the near future, you were next in line to be in charge. Why bother trying to start over somewhere else?

A few customers milled about the store, so you deemed it safe to leave the register as long as one eye was kept at the front. The pile of returns and donations was getting high and cluttered around the counter. You knew that Dani would never get all of them put away by herself. You grabbed a fair number and started wandering about the store, finding the right places for the novels among the shelves.

Being surrounded by the pages of other people’s stories made you feel better. The smell of old books took you back to leafing through your grandfather’s personal library. He never threw away a good book, constantly going back to a story that had touched him in some way. It drove your grandmother crazy. She would groan about what else she could be doing with the space that the multiple shelves took up. Your grandfather always stood his ground, telling her that the knowledge and wisdom printed on the pages was never a waste of space. 

Finding the G’s, you plucked the top book off of your pile. As you double checked the author's surname, you paused. It was the last book that Mr. Kim had purchased before he passed. 

Coming in every Tuesday and Thursday, Mr. Kim would browse through the classic fantasies while telling you about the authors he had met in his younger years. His collection of rare novels and authentic signatures was something you always swore you would see one day. Now it was too late..

Your heart had shattered when you found out that he wouldn't be coming in under the ringing bell anymore. You weren’t sure of the details, but someone said he had fallen down the stairs and hit his head. It was a terrible way for him to go. He was so sweet, like another grandparent you could turn to when you needed it.

Releasing a heavy sigh, you put the book away and searched for the next one's spot. Naturally, its proper place was on the highest shelf a few rows over, just out of your reach. You looked around, but the only ladder in the shop was currently being used by Dani, who was nearly a living elf with her unusually small stature. Being the stubborn person you were, you decided that you would get it up there without the stool. You stretched your legs, reached out your arm as far as it could go, and were on the very tips of your toes, but still you couldn’t reach it.

A large hand appeared from nowhere, bypassing your ear and taking the book from you to push it between the other historical fiction novels. Gasping in surprise, you whirled around to face the stranger. The momentum nearly toppling over the remaining books in your hands.

“Oops. Sorry,” the stranger chuckled, steadying the pile. His long fingers barely brushed yours. They were abnormally cold. Icy, even. Probably due to poor circulation.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. Heat bloomed on your cheeks. The helpful stranger was handsome. Though on the softer side of looks with rounded cheeks and large eyes, he was abnormally tall and broad in the shoulders. A boyish smile beamed down at you. It showed off blinding white teeth that were distracting.The muscles in your throat constricted, your stomach fluttering from the lack of space between the two of you, not helped at all by the closeness of the shelves.

“You’re welcome,” he said in a shockingly deep voice. A most contrasting element to his looks. He bowed his head politely. “I’m Chanyeol.”

“(y/n)." Clearing your throat, you asked, “Is there anything I can help you find?”

“I was looking for your supernatural section.” A light shimmered in his eyes that gave you the impression that he was silently laughing to himself.

“Of course.” You motioned with your head. “Follow me.” You led him to the back where his desired taste was stored. “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Trying to hold your smile down at a friendly level, you nodded back and scurried away to put the rest of the books back on the shelves. The last thing you needed to do was accidentally start rambling about your unasked-for recommendations and say something embarrassing. 

You hoped to see him again before he left. But he didn’t buy anything and by the end of the week, he hadn’t returned to the store. 

**

Sundays were your favorite days of the week. The perfect day off from work, if anyone were to ask you. It was a calmer day, with a softer sun and slower steps. The weight of your own feet was lighter as you headed to your favorite little coffee café, newest novel discovery in hand. Taking a window seat along the storefront, you ordered an herbal tea and sat back in the cushioned chair. The spine of the brand new paperback gave a satisfying crinkle as you cracked it open.

Chilling mysteries used to be your favorites. The thrill of trying to figure out who was terrorizing everyone and their motivations while the main character tried not to be next kept you turning the page. But ever since Jisoo’s murder, the stories only gave you nightmares that forced you to relive finding her body in the basement. So, instead, you got as far away from murder mysteries as you could. A nice, soft modern romance filled with all the good cliches. They were a comfortable place to run to. You knew every step of the plot, no surprises waiting for you. 

So lost in the troubles of a screenwriter running into the sarcastic actor of her new movie were you that you didn’t notice the leg nearing the corner of your table until it was too late. It jostled the table enough to spill the now lukewarm tea, leaving the paper cup practically empty.

“I’m so sorry!” The other patron was already cleaning up the liquid with a handful of napkins they had snatched from the nearby stand.

“It’s alright.” You put your book down in your lap – the only safe place for it – and your jaw dropped when you looked up to see who it was that had run into the table. “Chanyeol?”

Those large, round brown eyes lit up when he recognized you. “(Y/n)! Oh, this is embarrassing.” Once the table was dry, he threw away the napkins in the nearby trashcan and picked up the now empty cup. “Let me buy you a new one.”

“Oh, no, that–” You were too late. He was already at the counter, reaching it in minimal strides, and ordered you another tea.

When he came back, he set down the freshly made tea before sitting in the chair across from you and taking a sip of his own coffee. “I’m surprised to see you outside of the store.”

Setting the book down on the now dry table, you tried not to look too pleased that he was staying to chat. “While some people might think that I live there, I do venture to other places on occasion. I really like it here, so I tend to come whenever I’m off work.”

“It’s a nice little café,” he agreed, glancing around. “So, how long have you worked at the shop?”

“Since I graduated high school.”

And just like that, you were telling Chanyeol basically your life story. He told you a few vague details about himself here and there when you asked, but he always turned the conversation back onto you. Typically, you preferred to be left alone when you were reading, but this interruption wasn’t wholly unwelcome.

Chanyeol was funny, often making both you and himself laugh. You liked the sound of it; the way his deep chuckles mixed with your own obnoxious giggles. He was smart, too, often randomly dropping facts that you hadn’t known before. He seemed to like surprising you and throwing you off guard.

After a few hours, it was time to leave, with neglected chores nagging you home. Before you could stand, however, Chanyeol grabbed your hand.

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Oh! Y-yeah. That would be wonderful.” With a shaky hand, you wrote down your number on an unsoiled napkin. He said he would call you with a time and so he’d know where to pick you up. Every second of waiting until then was going to be torturous. 

**

Chanyeol knew this was creepy. No one had to point it out to him. But he still couldn’t will himself to move.

When you’d left the café he’d followed you at a far distance, making sure you made it home safe. He’d been tracking you for a while now. He needed to see if he could catch Taejo on your trail while also keeping an eye on you. That sadistic vampire always liked playing with his targeted victims. His game consisted of the same elements: killing people around them until the slow realization that they were next sunk in. But he had yet to show his face. And Luhan confirmed that the only person who connected your neighbor and that old man – Kim something – was you.

So, Chanyeol had to take things to the next level. He knew that their hatred for each other was strong, so if he made his presence known, maybe Taejo would slip up or confront him. That was what dinner tomorrow was about.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He hadn’t meant to enjoy talking to you so much. It’d been nearly two hundred and fifty years since he allowed himself to be close to a human. To have a conversation with meaning with a human. It was surprising how easily you pulled him in, fascinating him with every little reaction, every little subtle movement. It was irritating.

And yet, here he was, sitting on your fire escape and watching you sleep. He hadn’t moved much since you arrived home and settled in your room for the evening. Not even when you left to go take a shower and get ready for bed. Now you were fast asleep in an oversized band t-shirt and a pair of very tempting shorts.

Chanyeol let out a low hiss at the thought, knocking his head against the glass. Dumb idea.

The sudden noise pulled you from your sleep. Your eyes snapped open and frantically searched the dark room. Chanyeol crouched down, cursing his too-long body for the first time as he tried to stay hidden and out of view of the window. He could hear your erratic heartbeat as you approached the window, only calming down to a resting thump when you found nothing. You settled back down on the bed and he decided it was time to leave.

He had a feeling he was going to be in big trouble if he didn’t watch himself.

**

What was this never-ending dream you had conjured up?

That first dinner with Chanyeol was more romantic than any movie you had seen. He reserved a private balcony overlooking the skyline at one of the most in-demand restaurants in the city. At his request, the table had a large bouquet of spring flowers that was eventually moved to the floor so you could see him across the way. You had a perfect view of the stars in the candlelight dinner. Conversation flowed with ease, never having a moment of awkwardness.

Chanyeol was a perfect gentleman the entire night. Maybe a little too perfect of a gentleman. It was disappointing that he hadn’t kissed you goodnight and your mind raced with worry. Perhaps he didn't have the same feeling about the date that you did. But that anxiety vanished when he showed up at the bookstore the next day, just to see you.

That was the pattern your life had fallen into over the past month. He would take you out with a surprise in mind or he would come over to your place for a more casual night in. At least three times a week, he would stop by the store to talk and keep you company. You could hardly believe that he was real. There was only one tiny snag. 

He still hadn’t kissed you. And you just weren’t brave enough to take that step, to make the move instead. You didn’t want to scare him away if he was the kind to take things slow. He seemed to be as invested in… whatever this was. But his lack of action planted little seeds of doubt in your mind and they were quick to take root. Their vines entangled your every thought as you walked hand in hand with Chanyeol down the street to your apartment. Not surprisingly, he picked up on your sinking mood.

“(Y/n)?”

You kept staring straight ahead. “Hm?”

He stopped your steps with a slight tug on your hand. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Embarrassed and unable to answer, you merely shrugged. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

The frown and creased forehead that emerged told you that he didn’t believe you, but he continued down the street, still holding tight to your hand. It was silent all the way to your door, even as you put the key in the lock to let yourself in. Getting a sudden sense of courage, you whirled on him.

“Is this real?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Is this real?” you repeated. “Do you like me?” 

Chanyeol laughed. “Of course I like you, (y/n). That’s why I’ve been spending time with you.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper as you stared down at the ground, shoulders bumping against your door. “But that’s all you do.”

He sighed, his breath ruffling the hair against your forehead. Cautious fingers caressed both sides of your face before tilting your head up to him. A small, playful smile sat teasingly on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you’re pouting.”

As you opened your mouth to retaliate, he took his chance and brought his lips to yours.

He started off tender, as if he were scared you might break or run away. Kissing him back, you showed him that you weren’t going anywhere. You snaked your arms around his neck to pull him closer so your bodies were one. He trailed his fingers down your sides at an agonizingly slow pace, as if memorizing every curve. They didn’t stop at your hips like you’d expected, instead continuing down to your thighs before lifting you up and pinning you against the door.

Chanyeol pulled away, looking up at you. “This is why I haven’t kissed you yet. I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You smirked, cradling his jaw with your palms. “Who asked you to?”

He shook his head at your challenge, diving in again and kissing you with more ferocity this time. It amazed you how he was able to keep at it while opening your door and carrying you inside with grace and speed.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he spun around and pinned you to the hard surface. You pulled away just for a second to get another lungful of air when something caught your eye. Wiggling out of Chanyeol’s embrace and feeling the wall to your right, you flipped on the light switch and screamed.

“YOU’RE NEXT” was written on your living room wall in bright red liquid that dripped off the letters.

Chanyeol hid your face in his chest and pulled you out of the apartment while dialing nine-one-one on his cell. The authorities were there soon after. You shook uncontrollably in the hallway as a small group of officers searched your home. Chanyeol answered every question and confirmed the two of you never made it past your front door. Words were going in your ears, but your mind wasn’t making sense of any of them, except one: blood.

A detective arrived at the scene, quickly speaking to one of the officers before approaching you.

“Miss (l/n)? This girl was found dead just a few hours ago. Do you know her?” She held out a picture of a girl on a metal slab, her eyes shut and skin pale. Taking in the face, you screamed.

Your knees gave out from under you and only Chanyeol’s grip around your waist kept you from crumbling to the floor. The sobs made it impossible to answer.

“It’s her coworker, Dani,” Chanyeol answered for you.

The detective nodded. “Is there somewhere you can stay tonight, Miss (l/n)? Where you’ll be safe?”

“She’ll stay with me,” Chanyeol declared. Those four words made you feel so relieved you were able to catch your breath and calm down just barely enough to speak again. You wanted to get away from here.

“Can we go?” you whispered.

The detective nodded before she turned to her comrades.

You hardly paid attention as Chanyeol drove you to his place, a piece of him you had never seen before. It was a fancy high-rise apartment building with strong security and reflective windows, but you couldn’t find it in you to be impressed at the moment.  

Chanyeol was patient with you as he slowly ushered you from the parking garage to the elevator to the inside of his apartment. He didn’t stop walking until you reached his bedroom. Without turning the lights on, he rummaged through his drawers and handed you one of his shirts.

“You can change into that, then we’ll go to bed.” He disappeared into the bathroom after giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. Closing the door behind him, he left you alone for the first time.

It took you a moment to function again. The effort it took just to undress and put on Chanyeol’s shirt exhausted you. The shirt itself was big on you, the hem tickling above your mid-thigh. Before you might have been a little embarrassed with how vulnerable it left you. At this point, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Operating in full automatic mode, you slipped into the king-sized bed, settling underneath the ice cold covers. A shiver tingled up your spine, but you didn’t care. You would be warm soon enough. 

Chanyeol came out a few moments later.He, too, had changed, now dressed in an old shirt missing its sleeves and plaid pajama pants. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he took your hand in his.

“It’ll be alright,” he promised.

You squeezed his hand. “You’ll stay with me, right? In here?” You needed to know that he was right there next to you, a stronghold holding off the person who wanted you dead. 

He seemed shocked at your request, but he quickly gave in, slipping under the covers with you. “Of course.”

You shuffled in closer to him. He encircled you in his arms, his hands splaying across your back. His hold was steadfast as you managed to fall asleep peacefully.

 When you woke up the next morning, Chanyeol was gone. A small note left on the nightstand let you know that he had to check up on something at work but would be home soon, so don’t worry and don’t leave the apartment. While it was difficult waking up without him, all you could do was shrug it off and get out of bed.

Making your way into the living room, you sat down on the couch and turned the TV on to the news. You should have known it was a mistake, that you were walking into dangerous territory. After the weather had concluded, the anchor turned serious. A picture of Dani appeared next to her on the screen.

“Twenty-five-year-old Dani Marcum was found brutally murdered last night in her home. The police are now suspecting that it could be linked to two other deaths: the murder of Jang Jisoo and Kim Kiwon.”

Your jaw dropped at that last name. No, no, the death of Mr. Kim was an accident. Wasn’t it? And now they were calling it murder?

“All three bodies were found drained completely of blood. However, the amount found at the crime scenes was not enough for authorities to say that they simply bleed out where they were found. They are not sure where the rest of the blood has gone. The only theory is that the killer drained the victims and took the blood with him, possibly as a souven–”

The TV shut off and Chanyeol tossed the remote aside before joining you on the couch.

“(Y/n),” he whispered.

“Why me?” you screeched, turning to him with tears in your eyes. “Everyone around me is dying and now I’m next. Why is this happening? Why!”

The answer you expected was that he didn’t know. The answer you were prepared to hear was that things like this happened and no one could explain it. But that was not what you received.

Chanyeol took both your hands in his, eyebrows knitted tightly together as he searched for the words. 

“(Y/n), what I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

You swallowed thickly, fearful of what he was about to say, but nodding anyway.

“Okay. Good.” He scooted closer to you, keeping your gaze locked on his. “(Y/n), there is a world you don’t know about. A world you think is fictional, but is truly real. A world of supernatural creatures.”

You froze. 

Then you got mad.

You jumped to your feet and moved across the living room, your voice cutting and piercing your throat as you screamed. “This is not a joke! Three different people close to me were killed! The same psycho broke into my apartment! And you’re going to tell me it was because of stupid things like vampires and werewolves?!”

Before you could blink, Chanyeol was in front of you, his hand over your mouth. That was impossible.

“Please, don’t yell,” he begged between gritted teeth. “I’m serious, (y/n). They are real. Just look.” He opened his mouth to reveal his two canine teeth had grown impossibly long. They were needle sharp and long enough to graze the skin underneath his bottom lip. Then, they shrank back again to a normal, uninteresting size. “We are real. The vampire that killed those people has been after you this whole time. His name is Taejo. He’s not a story, not a Grimm fairytale.” When you stopped fighting against him, he hesitantly removed his hand.

“W-why is he after me?” Proof of a whole secret world stood in front of you. A world that you had never asked to be pulled into. 

“I don’t know,” Chanyeol admitted. “It’s… it’s what he does. This sick game – he lives for it. He finds a target, someone he can play with, torture without them ever realizing it. He kills people around them, dropping them like flies before finally closing in on them. Those people die slowly and painfully, so he can savor every second.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve been trying to find him, catch him before he can kill again, but he’s too fast. He’s always too fast. He’s older than me and more powerful. When I discovered you were his target, it wasn’t too late. I could finally do something.”

“You’ve been… trying to protect me?”

Chanyeol flinched, looking down at you guiltily. “I… can’t honestly say that. (Y/n), I’ve been wanting to kill Taejo for the past two centuries. When I was still a young vampire, he killed the woman I loved before I could turn her, to protect her. After all this time, I have a chance to kill him. He just hasn’t shown his face yet.”

Your own face fell. “So, I was just bait?” You let out a humorless laugh. Of course you were. Why else would he just fall into your life after such a tragic event? Why else would every date, every second together, feel so perfect? Anger swlleded up inside. You shoved at his chest, wanting him away from you. “I can’t believe you! Everything was a lie and you didn’t think about what this would do to me!”

The shove hardly phased him. Chanyeol took a step towards you, his hand reaching out. “(Y/n), it wasn’t like that. I mean, it may have started out that way, but now I–”

You smacked his hand away, scared of what would happen if you let him touch you. “NO! Don’t you dare try to justify what you’ve done! You played with me to get revenge! And I was stupid enough to fall for it. To fall for you! I actually was going to – ugh! I can’t even believe how stupid I’ve been!” Tears fell down like rain. You hated how much crying you had to endure the past month. “Just stay away from me! I hate you!”

Chanyeol said nothing. His jaw hung slack. He dared to try to step closer again. You stepped back to keep the distance. He nodded. 

“I understand. I’m going to try and find Taejo. When I do – and I kill him – I’ll leave you alone. Forever.” He walked out the front door letting it close slowly behind him. 

The hell you were staying here. 

You couldn’t go to the police. Not a single person at the precinct would believe who was after you. But you could hide yourself. Pack a bag, hop on a bus, and go far away. Leave no trace behind. 

Rushing to the bedroom, you changed back into last night’s clothes. It was by pure luck that last night had been casual, giving you jeans to run away in rather than a dress and heels. You threw Chanyeol’s stupid shirt into a corner and left the apartment. 

While the elevator would have been the better option to conserve energy, you didn’t want to risk running into Chanyeol. He wasn’t in one of the higher units, which made taking the stairs a viable option. Several floors below, you stepped out into a side alley. 

“Well, I must say, I never thought you would walk right to me.”

You whirled around to find the owner of  the sickly sweet voice that had called out to you. Leaning with one shoulder against the high-rise was an older man with sandy blond hair and almost sheet white skin. He wore ordinary clothes like anyone else in their thirties, but something inside you said he wasn’t normal.

At the recognition in your eyes, he grinned. “Hello, dear.”

Before you could even consider running, he flashed before you, caged in both of your arms and pinned you to the wall. His smile turned impossibly sadistic.

“You and I… We’re going to have a lot of fun.” Taking in a fist full of your hair, he slammed your head into the concrete, filling your vision first with stars… then with black.

**

Cold metal dug into your wrists. With a painful groan, you opened your eyes, the memory of the alley coming back. You were kidnapped. And this place was your prison. Your arms were chained above you, your fingers numb from being above your heart for too long. The warehouse around you was crumbling in disarray. Windows were broken in and covered by rotting wood, holes in the ceiling created by rust. Only the shackles seemed to be holding together. No matter how hard you pulled, they stayed formed in the cinderblock wall. 

“Oh, goody. You’re awake.”

The sandy haired man appeared in front of you. He raked his long, bony finger down your cheek, the ghostly nail leaving behind a sharp sting.

“Chanyeol should have known this would happen sooner or later.” He leaned in close to your ear. “I always get my prey.”

You stared him down. “Taejo.” Hatred for this man flared. You wanted to spit in his face, kick at him, drive a stake through his heart. Anything that could satisfy your hatred, even if it was miniscule. 

Taejo chuckled as he pulled back. “What an interesting approach Chanyeol took, confessing the truth to you.”

“Why me?” you begged. If you had to die in here, you at least wanted to know the reason for all the pain. 

Taejo shrugged, as if you had asked why he didn’t like a certain restaurant. “You happened to pass by and smelled… so intoxicating. Some humans simply smell more delicious than others. I had to have it. And your fear right now makes it even more mouthwatering.”

You scoffed. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe so,” he cackled. “But it’s fun. Especially with Chanyeol thinking he could protect you from me.”

“He wasn’t trying to protect me,” you spat. “I was just bait so he could get to you.”

“Oh, dearie, how wrong you are.” Taejo shook his head as he folded his hands behind his back. He tilted his head to one side, and then the other. “Sure, at first he simply wanted me to see him, thinking I might slip up since I hate him so much. But I’ve been watching from afar. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, how he’d watch you as you slept, perched outside your window like a silent guardian. He looks at you just as he looked at her. Which is going to make killing you even more fun.”

You refused to believe him. This was another part of his game, nothing more. To give you hope at the last minute, making you call out for Chanyeol to save you before he drained you of blood. You would refuse. 

But as Taejo took that menacing first step towards you to start his torutre, he was gone. Pinned to the ground, he struggled against Chanyeol, who had his neck in his hands.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” Chanyeol hissed, his canines extended, sharp and dangerous.

Taejo laughed. “I was counting on it.” With unheard of strength, he slammed the taller Chanyeol into the wall next you, their positions now switched. “I wanted you here, to watch me rip her apart like I did the last one. To make you suffer before I kill you once and for all.” He smirked. “Or maybe I’ll keep you around as a pet.”

Chanyeol released a monstrous roar that shook you to the core. Filled with rage, he channeled it as he threw Taejo across the room, the latter crashing into a wall of stacked crates. They shattered on impact, a few pieces barely missing you. And then it was a battle too quick for your human eyes to see anything beyond two blurs of supernatural force. You strained your eyes to try and see if Chanyeol was winning. You silently begged him to win, too terrified of distracting him to voice it out loud. All you could do was wait and see who would come out on top. Snarls and hisses echoed throughout the warehouse as they crashed into old crates, crumbling them into sawdust in their wake.

Then the fighting stopped. Chanyeol had Taejo’s head in his hands with a leg wrapped around his torso to keep him steady. Taejo clawed at Chanyeol’s arms with his claw-like nails, but the scratches healed as quickly as they were formed.

“Just do it,” Taejo hissed.

“Gladly.”

A victorious cry echoed in the warehouse as Chanyeol ripped Taejo’s head from the rest of his body. Every lithe limb went limp as the unnatural life left Taejo’s body. Chanyeol gathered splinters of the crates, creating a small pile before dumping Taejo’s body and head on top. He pulled a box of matches out of his pocket, stuck a single stick, and then tossed the flame to start the cremation. Then he came to you. 

He crushed and broke the chains around your wrists. You were free. With no energy left in your body, your knees gave out. Chanyeol caught you before you could tumble to the ground. Sitting down, he cradled you in his arms, cupping your jaw in one of his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You blinked up at him, confused. You squirmed in his vice, but he refused to let you go. “Why are you sorry? You got what you wanted.”

His eyes bore into yours, their familiar warmth refusing to let you look away. “But I almost lost you.”

“Why would that matter?”

“Because I love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at the bold statement, but he held a finger to your lips, stopping you from interrupting. 

“I know at first, my mind was only on killing Taejo, but you,” he tapped your nose with his finger. “you silly human with your blushing cheeks and beautiful laughter, made me feel something I haven’t in two centuries. My heart doesn’t beat, but it’s all yours. I understand if you still hate me and I’ll let you go if that’s what you want, but please know that it’s the truth. That I love you.”

Your mind raced, trying to find the lie in what he said. But you couldn’t find one. Chanyeol had gotten what he wanted: Taejo dead. You were safe again, so why would it matter to him how you felt? 

Slowly letting a smile spread on your lips, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I think I love you, too.”

“Then I’m yours,” he replied. “Forever.”

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[digitaldollyzz]

Might sound like a weirdo but second part of your sunoo one shot? Some after care, cleaning, i love you's, cuddling and pls lots of fluff OSNZKSNKDD BYE-

𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚝.2 (last part)

Shortly after sunoo and yourself made love♡--

"How are you feeling?" He asked, "I'm feeling great! Just sleepy again..." you respond with a beautiful smile that lights his day up more than the sun itself.

His figure lays next to your own, chest rises and falls at a calm beat. 'Just so heavenly and beautiful..' you thought to yourself. "Okay babe.. before you sleep allow me to clean you up." He stated, sitting upright before slipping out of the bed to lift you up and carry you to the bathroom sitting you on the sink.

He grabbed a washcloth and several paper-towles, running each under some warm water. He then came to you gently cleaning yourself with all the care in the world. All of his attention on you, nothing else. "Sunoo-ah.." you called wanting to ask him something. "Yes pretty baby?" He responds with a pretty smile while looking right into your eyes. "Do you love me?" You asked just wanting to get the answers you already had. " I love you more than life itself. More than taking pictures, doing skincare, being an idol, and being a person. I love u. With my whole being..I'll give the world to have you. I'd travel to the moon and back just to have you in my arms."

This was beautiful. It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. It made you stomach do a somersault. It made you want to just stay with him till the end of time. It makes you just want to stare into his beautiful amber-brown eyes for eternity, knowing the love he had for you was irreplaceable. "Sunoo...I love you so much..your my universe. My stars, my planets...my very life line in human form. Please dont leave me..ever." you said with sincerity in your voice. He smiled at you " that's a promise. I'll never leave the love of my life." That's all he had to say. He always make you feel loved and special. Who needs anything else when you have him?

He gently wipes your thighs with the paper towles and then gets the others to wipe off his own little sticky situation. He puts his boxers on and puts a t shirt on your body. 'So pretty' he thought to himself seeing you in his oversized shirt with adorable messy and rosey cheeks. You look up at him and he just looks all red. "baby? Are you okie?" "Yes I have you." He muttered before picking you up and kissing you gently. The kiss was gentle and passionate, full of love. He makes his way back to your shared bedroom where he puts you on the bed and lays next to you. He put his arm around your waist you snuggled closer making him blush cutely. As you drift to sleep he stays awake mesmerized by you beautiful features and wonders how he got so lucky to have you by his side. He eye lid got heavy and there he was with you. Drifting to a beautiful dream land with you in his arms.♡♡

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[nervoustheoristarcade]

Missed. PCY

Fem! Reader x Park Chanyeol.

L&O: SVU AU! established couple, married, Dectective AU!

Plot: You lost you baby after being attacked by someone.

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse and pregnancy lost, revenge, and violence.

You and Chanyeol have been through a lot during your marriage, good things, bad things, you are already married and the desire you shared together was to have a child, despite how heavy his work was but Chanyeol seeing that everyone was already with children or grandchildren, he also wanted a baby ... and more if it was with you, the person he loved and protected.

One day both agreed to do it, already having the resources both physically and mentally to have a baby, one day the symptoms showed after a few days of Valentine's Day. "Honey, I don't feel well" you said softly and the one at her desk looked at her worried and approached you, the dizziness was increasing and nausea the same, Amanda saw you and knew instantly. Says the voice of experience (she has two daughters). Your office phone rang and you answered "Dectective YLN." You said as you got up to attend to the case and fell to the floor. "YLN" said the whole squadron and approached you, everyone was scared and more Chanyeol called 911 and they took you to the hospital.

The doctors checked you and sure enough, you were pregnant, your shocked face was unique" pregnant?" You said softly. Chanyeol was outside and worried. The doctor called him and looked at you in the chair with a slight and soft smile "Mr. Park...Your wife is pregnant, congratulations" he said with a smile and Chanyeol came up to you and hugged you, he was feeling very happy. Tears in his eyes he was very happy"I'm gonna be the best father that baby has ever known" he said smiling broadly.

How could that change out of nowhere? I was at the station 7 months pregnant, Chanyeol was out on an operation with the team, I hated the desk job you went through the cells. Then you went downstairs and saw no one, you walked for an Iced Tea at the store near the precinct and several people accosted you. "Ow, it's too bad the detective can't defend herself, call the police" they said you only heard laughter and jeers as they beat you up, they took your gun and your badge "my baby" was all you could think about. A lady and her son passed by and called for help, Chanyeol arrived and didn't see you "and YLN?" Said Olivia, Captain of the unit.

One of the phones rang, Tutuola answered "Detective YLN is in the hospital, she was attacked" it was not a good idea to have put that on speaker Chanyeol was in shock, he looked for his things "We will take you" said Olivia and they rushed to the hospital, Chanyeol ran as soon as he saw the doctor "YN, how is she? How are they?" He said desperately looking for some answer in the Doctor's expressions "Mr. Park, your wife lost her baby, I'm so sorry. We are checking her" he said with a withdrew face, Chanyeol fell to the floor the team came closer scared" we lost it...the baby" his look was empty" The doctor will tell YN what happened...don't feel that weight on you Chanyeol" Fin said and Chanyeol looked at him and got up " I want to see her, where is she? YN" he said low and Olivia nodded and spoke to the doctor, by the time you reacted, the doctor was with you, he explained that the amount of blows and the force of them, you lost the baby and the proper extraction was performed.

Tears came out of your eyes and Chanyeol came in and saw you, he could not bear to see you like this, hurt and empty. "YN" said the soft one "forgive me" you said "it was not your fault..." said the soft one " I'm by your side" said the soft one and his voice broke and tears stayed like that for a while.

Those were sad days for both of you, you didn't want to eat and not everything was the same, each one took the mourning in a different way, Chanyeol didn't sleep at night, he had an inner rage that didn't let him, he put an investigation against the attackers, Chanyeol investigated on his own and found them, he called Fin and gave him details of what he found. They would do something, something outside the law, they found each one and slowly paid back everything they did to you and your son. "Oh...now you want to apologize to me?" Chanyeol said hitting him with the bat.

He was doing it with so much hatred " Chanyeol stop it" he said and Chanyeol didn't stop, he was so exalted, Chanyeol was going to give one more hit and this one stopped him" no...it was enough" said Fin and Chanyeol saw him "You think it was enough for them...to hit my wife and kill my son, huh?" He said looking him in the eyes his gaze was cold" come on...if Olivia finds out about this they will end up demoting me and expelling you" he said and Chanyeol took the bat away. He came home clean, he looked at you resting on the sofa" kitten" he whispered "they already got what they deserved... "he said and he put himself next to you and you woke up.

You never knew what happened, Chanyeol would tell you at some point, but not now.

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[noah-shin]

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[chanyeolsbiggestfangirl]

hey!! Can I request a chanyeol fic, reader is fwb with chanyeol and is madly inlove with him, confesses to him but gets rejected then when she decides to move on, chanyeol realises what hes lost 🥺

Synopsis: You met Chanyeol in the final year of college by pure accident when your previous roommate moves out and he comes in his place. Being roommates with a college hottie has it's pros.... but also it's cons. Every moment spend with Chanyeol tangled between the sheets ignited something deep within you, deeper than just bodily lust. But the real question is, is it the same way with him? Does your smile pull at his heartstrings just the way his pulls at yours?

Pairing:- Chanyeol X Fem Reader

Genre:- Smut, Angst

Author's note: YAYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU SOO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! IT GOT ME SOOO EXCITED! I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS. I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT EVEN THOUGH THIS HAD ME CARRIED AWAY. ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY :((

.... Sometime in late evening ....

It was a daily occurrence now, almost like clockwork. One of you would be having a shitty day (and that's mostly every other day) and you'd seek each other out.

Or rather, he would seek you out.

You didn't even enter the living room properly and he was already on you, his hand on your ass as he pulls you closer harshly, claiming your lips with a fervent need.

One of his hands took the books from yours and placed them on the table absentmindedly, his other hand squeezing your ass through the fabric of your jeans, all the while his tongue clashed against yours in a never ending battle for dominance.

It was exhilarating for him, for no matter how many times he'd have had you, you were always that wild, untamed brat that never quite bend at his will easily like the other girls who practically threw themselves at him.

You tiptoed as you tried to keep up with his kiss, giving him a run for his damn sanity with the way you bit on his lower lip, your moan was followed by his deep groan against your lips. Your arms were around his neck, fingers naturally tangling in his luxurious locks.

That was the way you guys were.

If someone would ask you what you and Chanyeol are, you would have no answer, absolutely none. You weren't together. You certainly aren't lovers. You were just two people who would seek each other out to let out your pent up frustration.

You still remember how it all actually began. It was the second last semester and your neat freak of a roommate moved out suddenly, and a tall and drop dead gorgeous giant came in.

At first you didn't give in to his advances, knowing fully well that Chanyeol wasn't the type to commit, wasn't the type to have something serious. But one drunken night and one taste of his lips was enough to convince you otherwise.

Outside the bedroom, you were roommates with completely different lives. Inside the bedroom, however, Chanyeol fucked you like he owned you, every inch of you. He was gifted at the art of the bedroom. He worshipped every inch of you like he cherished nothing more than he cherished you.

But you knew it was all a facade.

It was an unspoken agreement. No strings attached. Just sex. Nothing else.

Simple.

Or so you initially thought.

But every touch of his upon your heated skin, every kiss that took your breathe away, every word he uttered to you, it all built up into something until you realized that the reason why you can't go out with some other guy is because you're in love with the one who's interested in owning you only while in the sheets.

That jolt of harsh truth was what brought you back to the reality.

Chanyeol's lips leave your to trail a wet path down your neck, biting and suckling at your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan yet again.

Chanyeol always managed to coax moans from you like how one coaxes melody from an instrument.

You arch your neck, letting him have his way with you. You had little defenses when his lips and tongue and teeth made you lightheaded. He groaned against your skin, pulling you incredibly closer, grinding his hard length against your clothed center and gods, that almost made you see literal stars.

"Bedroom. Now." His deep baritone was laced with a needy growl, his hold on your waist turned impatient, tapping your thigh in a way to tell you to wrap your legs around him as he took you to his room, his lips finding solace in yours yet again.

Chanyeol let go of you lips only after your back hit the mattress, lips tracing a path downward, pulling your skirt and panties along and throwing them absentmindedly in some corner of the room.

What happened next is the same yet different for you. The same disregard for clothes, the frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth, his impatience in getting his hands on your bare skin. But even when the majority of these occurrences were the same for you, what was different was the way it felt each and every time.

His lips fervently mapping out your heated skin felt personal, his hands worshipping crevices; that even you don't deem worthy of attention; felt personal. When he ate you out like a man starved and made you come upon his skilled tongue, it felt personal. Each and every thrust of his girthy cock into your tight cunt felt personal.

They say to not catch feelings but how could you not? How could you not catch feelings when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in his deep voice? How could you not catch feelings when he made you feel like you were something different, something important, and not just one of the many girls he sleeps around with? How could you not catch feelings when one smile of his could brighten your whole day? How could you not catch feelings when you beheld the passionate gleam in his eyes whenever he's doing the things he loves.

Time spent with Chanyeol tangling in the sheets was blissful, but that's exactly where the bliss ends and the harsh reality slaps. The sound of Chanyeol rolling off the bed, the light shuffling of feet, the rustle of clothes, oh and the final nail on the coffin, the sound of the door slamming shut as he leaves your room. All of it clawed away at your feelings. Whenever you get high hopes, Chanyeol slams the door shut on them.

It was getting exhausting, this cycle of mental torture. The fact that he probably fucked around with other girls and would touch and kiss and hold them the same he did with you. The fact that while these mutually agreed escapades meant nothing to him, they were the reason why you weren't seeing anyone else anymore. The final semester was coming to an end, and so was your sanity and patience.

You couldn't take the weight of the feelings locked deep in your heart anymore.

You make up your mind, deciding that you'll tell him, hoping against hope that his reaction would be affirmative.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate?", whispered a little voice in your head.

You pushed those thoughts aside, trying not to think of how exactly Chanyeol's possible rejection might effect you.

.... A Week Later ....

The past was repeating itself yet again when Chanyeol stood up from the couch he moment you entered and crossed the distance between you both, lustful intentions swimming in his brown orbs. He made to pull you closer, hand reaching out when you stepped back.

Unspoken questions were evident in his gaze, a slightly pained expression taking form in his eyes. You took that was an opportunity to speak, your voice low, your eyes on his.

"What are we, Chanyeol? What am I to you?"

Chanyeol's demeanor shifted at that, body going rigid as he pulled back the hand that was reaching out towards you. He underwent a whole change. His eyes went vacant, face going neutral and you were no longer able to read the expressions on his face, the emotions in his eyes.

Standing right before you was a man who couldn't care less.

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, "It isn't that deep. It's just sex, y/n. We talked about this."

The audacity. The mere audacity of this man, to shrug and cross his arms as if this isn't like the matter of life and death for you.

You took a step closer, your feelings replaced by bubbling anger, anger and pity, anger on how stupid you've been, anger on him, pity for yourself, pity for the pathetic situation you've got yourself in. While you were boiling up from within, tears had started to line the corner of you eyes with the way this conversation was turning out.

You tried to sound anything but broken, but your voice betrayed you. "You've got to be kidding me, Chanyeol! It isn't 'just sex' and you know it too!"

The tall man had the audacity to huff a humorless laugh at your words, and it further made your composure crumble. He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, throat bobbing as he took deep breaths.

"C'mon y/n, don't be absurd. Or perhaps.. did you think that we are a thing? It was just sex, dammit! We talked about this. About not catching feelings. Don't be a child, y/n."

Ouch

That. That was perhaps the last straw for you, for you and the tears you've been holding back. They cascaded down your cheeks in a hot, salty trail and you let them. You were done trying to act like you were okay when you actually weren't.

Chanyeol stilled, taking all but one step towards you before you held up a hand, taking two steps back, away from him.

"y/n... please... I'm sorry. It.. came out wrong.. listen to me.. let's talk-"

"No."

You were done. After being trapped in an endless cycle of having nothing but one sided feelings, making a fool of yourself in front of this man who is brushing it off as if your heart isn't at your fucking throat, you were done. You still have some self respect left in you and you'll not do the mistake of letting him affect you this greatly again.

Pining Chanyeol with a stern look, you turned to your heel, running up the little distance to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. All of Chanyeol's half hearted pleas were put to a deaf ear.

You leaned against the door, your legs giving out beneath you as you sank to your knees. Back against the door, you pulled your knees to your chest, head bowing as you cried and cried and cried, the voice of Chanyeol's pleas fading and then vanishing entirely followed by a soft thud of footsteps as he left.

.

.... Three Hours Later ....

After an hour of crying, two hours of pitying yourself and stewing in your grief, you finally raise your head with a determined gleam in your eyes.

You were done.

So very done.

.

Sometime around 10 the next morning

"y/n?"

Chanyeol's deep voice reverberated throughout the apartment, getting no answers. He called out again, desperate and breathlessly this time. He had already knocked thrice on your door, three harsh raps on the wood that would wake even the dead.

Now that he was awake after a very disturbing sleep last night, he wanted to make amends. He wanted to talk to you. Just the mere thought of losing you; because of something he said in the heat of the moment without prior knowledge of how he actually felt; just that thought alone made him lose his fucking mind.

He took a deep breathe, readying himself, for what, he didn't know. He took out the extra pair of keys from his pocket, pulling out the one to your door, putting it in and turning it before he could second guess himself.

He gasped.

No

It couldn't be

He had braced himself for a lot of ways in which this situation could have unfolded in front of him and yet the particular way in which the things played out caught him completely by surprise.

The room, which belonged to you, was empty, save for the the bed, the table and the closet and the various drawers and other conventional things that were always there. All your posters were gone, all your favorite books were gone, every single thing that screamed your name to Chanyeol was gone.

He took unsteady steps towards the bed, grabbing the pillow that lay there. It smelled faintly of you, strawberry and vanilla. His breathe came in raspy pants as he wrapped his mind around what had happened.

You had left.

Left him.

Chanyeol sank to his knees and wept, tears free flowing from his beautiful eyes in angry torrents.

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A very much requested Part 2 of this

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[avianyuh]

masterlist

***this masterlist took forever because I had to scroll through SIX YEARS worth of work. this is the most updated masterlist on my page so use this one if you need navigation :) ***

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Who I write for:

-BTS💣

-NCT🟢 (mainly anyone that was apart of NCT 2018, but if you want WayV, I can do that!)

-Seventeen💎

-EXO❌⭕️

-Monsta X 🫡 (but I'm emotionally scarred from Wonho so idk...)

& sometimes SHINee

UPDATE 02/28/2024: girlies i have nothing to say about ATEEZ anymore, it's just not gonna happen so I took them out of the ML😥sorry. BUT, I will now be adding *some* second gen groups because the fics are LACKING. I already said in the past I would write for SHINee and I stand by that! I just don't have much to write for them atm. Does anyone want a BF!Minho? idk...Who wants SUJU? Well, it doesn't matter cuz I do😁 I will also add Jaejoong from TVXQ/JYJ, not the whole group for TVXQ cuz I'm really only familiar with him and Junsu. I will also start up again with EXO so keep a look out if you like those fics. Anyways, this was just a PSA I wanted to make.

🔍navigation help + notes🔎

-If a group is crossed out it means I no longer write for them

-Please don't be afraid to request something. idc if it's anon or not. if you want something written, just send in a request :) it will encourage me to get to whatever group someone requested faster. as long as they're mentioned above, I'll write for them (only because I like to be familiar with the members so I can write accurate depictions of them)

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*upcoming works*

-NCT something with Johnny *um idk, if not by the end of march then probs early april*

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BTS:

BTS reactions:

requested; bts reaction to you having diabetes and not taking care of yourself

requested; namjoon taking care of his chronically ill girlfriend

requested;BTS getting jealous over crush giving more attention to Yeontan or Bam

requested; Giving BTS flower crowns

requested: BTS accusing reader of leaking sensitive info

BTS HEADCANONS

requested; BTS helping S/O with finals

requested;BTS misses crush on tour but is too shy to confess

request; BTS gets jealous and confesses to crush

request; BTS comforts S/O who starts flunking exams

request: BTS Suga, Taehyung, Jungkook and their pets

BTS AS BOYFRIENDS:

Hoseok/JHope

Yoongi/Suga

Namjoon/RM

One Shots;

Dinner Date, Jeon Jungkook

Time Off; Jung Hoseok

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NCT:

*I know this isn't all of nct in the pic, I just like it and it's hard to find unofficial photos of ALL of them, plus Yuta looks hawttt*

*edit:::changed photo in Feb.2024, still can't find a good photo with all of the members, plus some people have left, BUT I will always include Lucas if I find a good one because he was done so dirty by the f-ing saesangs. ANYWAYS...

I will always choose a pic where Yuta looks hot, so you have been blessed by this pic, ur welcome*

NCT headcanons;

a soft day with nct part one (taeil through jungwoo)

a soft day with nct part two (lucas through jisung)

nct as boyfriends (taeil through jungwoo)

nct as boyfriens (lucas through jisung)

christmas with nct (taeil through ten)

requested; how nct would confess to their crush (taeil through jungwoo)

NCT reactions:

nct u reaction to meeting your parents

requested; nct reaction to someone touching you inappropriately (taeil through mark)

nct reaction to you thinking you're fat: -yuta -jaehyun -mark

-taeyong -johnny

Individual member posts;

dating jaehyun

requested; dating mark

requested; dating haechan

requested; dating johnny

dating lucas

dating taeyong

dating yuta

requested; soft dom! winwin

One Shots;

making time;mark lee

tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto

'I'll Call You; Jaehyun' [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]

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SEVENTEEN:

SEVENTEEN AS BOYFRIENDS:

-The8/Minghao

-Hoshi/Soonyoung

-Jeonghan

-S.Coups/Seungcheol

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EXO:

EXO headcanons;

Oh Sehun as a boyfriend

Baekhyun as a boyfriend

a soft day with EXO (hyung line)

a soft day with EXO (maknae line)

One Shots;

insecure; Kai

baekhyun request

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MONSTA X:

MONSTA X AS BOYFRIENDS:

-Changkyun/I.M

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*PAST WORKS/GROUPS I DON'T WRITE FOR ANYMORE*

DAY6:

Day6 headcanons;

day6 as boyfriends

One Shots;

'I Love You'-Jae Version

'I Love You'- Young K

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GOT7

GOT7 as boyfriends

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TWICE:

TWICE one shots

Requested: A Trip With Jeongyeon

BLACKPINK:

BlackPink headcanons;

Jennie As Your Best Friend

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*NON KPOP RELATED/MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS;

Root Beer Float

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[local-fanfic-addict]

From the Rooftops

Cayde-6 x Wife!reader

Notes: Fluff, period pain, period thoughts, reassurance, kisses, crying, emotional reader, gentle Cayde, Cayde is loud to make you feel better. 

Synopsis: Cayde reassures you how much he loves you when you’re feeling those little nagging voices on your period.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Cayde walked through the door of the apartment, he definitely didn’t expect you to be sitting on the kitchen island, wrapped in a blanket, staring out the window with tears in your eyes like some kind of zombie. You didn’t even move when he closed the door or set his gear down, lost in your own thoughts and the grinding pain in your abdomen. 

“Honey? You alright?” He looked half frightened, though more concerned as he approached you and took your hand, wiping away your tears with his free hand. The cold metal that was his skin finally snapped you out of whatever spiral you were in and your eyes met his. 

“Can you tell me you love me?” The faint whisper fell upon his processors and his eyes widened before he drew you into a tight embrace and you finally started to sob.

“Hey now, what’s that supposed to mean, what happened?” He tried to wrack his brain to think of all the possible things he had done wrong for it to come this far, but nothing clicked. It wasn’t until his eyes flicked over the calendar that he finally realized. 

“Oh sweetheart… com’on. Sit.” He all but picked you up and set you on the couch before sitting beside you. 

“Look, I just get super emotional around this time, you know?” Your head was downturned, looking at the wooden floor of your apartment. Your eyes were pink and glossy with unfallen tears and yet you knew, deep down, that you were loved. That you were cared for. That Cayde would die for you. So why did you feel like this? Why did these tiny little voices feel so lonely? Was it truly so selfish to want to hear it again? To hear that he loved you?

“It’s... all these hormones, or something.” 

“Do you doubt that I love you?” His voice was soft, and there was a smile on his face like he was falling in love with you all over again. He couldn’t help but think how you looked so vulnerable with your head on his shoulder where the two of you sat together and in that moment, he wanted to keep you two just like this.

Your voice peaked, tears starting to flow freely again as you suddenly thought of a world without him next to you as he spoke. “No, of course not!” You wrapped your arm around his and sought to hide your face and tears from him.

“I just… I need to hear it again. It helps. I don’t know why, but it does.” Your muffled voice was sniffling, high and soft. 

A smile of adoration crossed his face, how did he get to be so lucky? To care for you wholly and completely as he did now? You were so… cute, even now, and it made him want to fly. 

Gently, he placed his hand on the top of your head, waiting to gain your attention again when you finally lifted your tear stained face from the crook of his arm. Your eyes were red now, and they stung a bit, your stuffy nose sniffling. You were definitely emotional, on the verge of another wave of fresh tears if another bad thought crossed your mind.

“You want some reassurance? How’s this: I. Love. You.” He grasped your face between each hand with soft fingers as he interspersed quick kisses in between each word. Your nose, your cheeks, your lips, forehead and chin were promptly covered in his kisses as he kept repeating the same three words with each attack of his lips. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you-“

It quickly sent you into a fit of teary giggles, the tickling sensation of his reassuring gestures as your heart was uplifted almost immediately. 

“God, I love you so much, I could shout it from the rooftops! The top of the tower, and from skyscrapers! Or space!” He raised himself from his seat with a huge grin. 

“I love my wife!” His loud voice carried through your living room, arms outstretched like he was indeed proclaiming it to the world and to any who would listen.

“Do you hear me? I love! My! Wife!” He grew louder, actually moving to open a window to scream it again to the neighbors as you sat laughing hysterically with more tears running down your face, happy this time. 

This was indeed love.

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[cyberexo]

S I R E N PT 1 | Byun Baekhyun x Fem Reader

“What the hell are you?”

word count: 4.2K

warning: may include 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.

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"Ahh it's been a while since we've gotten time to get away like this," Jongin sighed out as he threw himself onto the soft king sized bed, smiling in content at the comforting feeling, "I can just stay here forever"

It's been a while since the boys had finally gotten some time off stage and away from their schedule without the staff or cameras invading every corner of their life for "entertainment" but finally for a change there was going to be none of that, just them and mother nature. All alone on this private island and minds empty of worries and thoughts of work.

Baekhyun only hummed in response, lying face down on the lethally soft bed, he was too tired to vocally express his content, almost deceased with exhaustion. They've all just arrived at their temporary vacation home, it was late and as much as he wanted to wander around the house and explore every corner, he knew he'd be too exhausted to seize the whole day tomorrow, plus it was late so his best deal was to sleep off the jet lag anyway.

Jongin chuckled at his dozing off friend, getting up to leave the room, leaving Baekhyun behind to rest properly while he went on to see what the rest were doing.

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The next morning everyone was up early, loudly discussing what they wanted to do with all the free time they had for the next two weeks over breakfast, "Let's collect shells!", pausing their rather chaotic discussion they all turned to the source of such a lousy suggestion, "Out of everything that we can do Baekhyun, you want to collect shells?" Kyungsoo interrogated, "I like shells!" he defended.

Everyone just shook their head while giggling at the childish activity he wished to partake in, "Let's play in the ocean together first and I'll collect shells with you?" Chanyeol offered, not wanting to see Baekhyun wandering on his own all grumpy.

"Fine," Baekhyun puffed, tuning in to listen to whatever everyone else was talking about whilst he finished the rest of his breakfast.

I'm going to collect as many as I can and stash them in Kyungsoos' bedding, Baekhyun evily thought before taking himself and his dishes to the sink to rinse off.

Sooner or later everyone headed out to the beach, some laid down to tan, others were in the water splashing one another or floating around in the cool water. Chanyeol dunked himself into the water, stealthily making his way over to baekhyun, being able to spot him easily from his red swimming trunks, as soon as he was within arms reach he quickly grabbed onto both of his legs before pulling him down.

Baekhyun could barely manage the most unmanly scream before he was fully submerged into the water, the sound of the boys laughing muffled, his eyes adjusted to his surroundings as he looked for chanyeol who was already at the surface, as if he didn't do anything.

Imitating his friends actions, he swam over to him, and just as he was about to return the favour, something glowing in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Quickly but not quickly enough, he twisted his body to see what it was, he managed to make out something swimming away in the distance despite how blurry his vision was under water, it was too big for a normal fish and too little for anything as such as a shark, before he could investigate any further he felt a pair of arms pull him up to the surface.

"I hope you weren't planning on dying down there," Minseok playfully commentated, letting go of Baekhyun who was busy catching his breath but still deep in thought.

Maybe I was just imagining things, he silently concluded to himself. "There was just a really interesting fish," he managed to say, "And that scream I let out earlier, I don't want to hear about it!" he quickly changed the topic, making an empty threat in case anyone starts to poke fun at his not so manly moment.

"Till today I couldn't think of anything that could be louder than our fans, thank you for showing me that there is!" Suho shouted from the shore, making everyone else around him laugh, Baekhyun let out a fake cry before dunking himself back into the cool waters.

🫧

Everyone was sat in the living room snacking away whilst playing board games or just talking, Baekhyun sat scrolling through his phone trying to find something entertaining but he couldn't, of course normally he'd stick to his favourite webtoons and since he hasn't had time to read in a while he was sure there'd be a lot to catch up on however, the thought of going through a bunch of webtoons and remembering so many different plots exhausted him.

He settled his phone down, looking around to see who was occupied with what, none of the activities seemed that exciting to him, so he got up on his feet announcing he was going on a evening walk just in case anyone starts wondering.

"Don't go too far," Suho called out after him, the motherly instincts spread warmth through his chest, "I'll lay some shells down just in case I do wander off," he assured.

And that he did, he walked an awful lot of distance in such little time. He wasn't sure of what he was trying to get away from or what he was trying to find. Whatever it was that he saw when chanyeol pulled him under water was definitely not just his imagination. It's been eating at him all day

He was far enough from where everyone else was, no longer able to hear the faint sound of shouting and laughter. He watched the last of the sunset disappear into darkness, the only thing lighting up his path was the full moon. Baekhyun softly smiled, closing his eyes to savour the feeling, he walked over to a mount of rocks, submerging his feet into the shallow water beneath him, trying to find a rock with less rougher edges to sit on as he admired the way the ocean shifted from the left to the right.

He couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious swimming creature he caught a glimpse of. Sighing, he started to play with whatever shells he had left in his hand, "Maybe it really was just a fish," he surrendered. He didn't even know why he was questioning it so much, it was the ocean for gods' sake.

He closed his eyes once again, taking in the feeling of the cold breeze of the night engulfing his figure.

"Some pretty shells you got there," a voice spoke, tone almost seductive, which immediately pulled Baekhyun out of his trance, eyes wondering everywhere to find out where the voice emitted from, the darkness didn’t really help much but he didn't have to scan around for too long before his eyes landed on a woman, she looked around his age, hair wet and some strands clung to her face, her eyes wide with curiosity and the way she shone under the moonlight almost made Baekhyun evaporate right there and then, it all happened in a matter of seconds, realising there was a half naked woman staring at him and god knows where she came from.

Baekhyun was a little too quick to get up on his feet, he lost his balance, landing himself in the shallow water below him in the process. Quickly, he recomposed himself, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes as he tried leaning away opposite the mysterious woman who started giggling at his startled state. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the salty water out of them so he could get a proper look at her.

“Who are you?! How did you find me?!” he started interrogating the woman, “Aren’t you going to ask for my name first?” she remained calm, a smile gracing her face, “I’m Y/N.”

🫧

Baekhyun couldn't believe it, he was convinced that he somehow managed to pass out as he was walking around and all of this must be some sort of realistic dream he was having. But no, it was all very much real. He stared you down, eyes travelling from your exotic features to what seemed like a fishes tail, admiring how it glowed in the dark water, an electric blue, but it was all too much for him to process at once. You couldn't blame him of course, he was just a mere human being taught to not believe in this sort of stuff, that you were just a fantasy.

"What the hell are you?"

His words were harsh, but his eyes and tone weren't, "A Siren," you casually answered in a tone that suggested it should've been an obvious answer he could achieve on his own. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, "Was that you this morning, by the reef?" he questioned again, his voice lowering itself with each syllable. "Yeah, seemed like you were having a lot of fun," you said, slightly bitter at how much company he had compared to yourself, "But now, it's my turn,"

With a sly smirk on your face, you moved closer to him, Baekhyun tried to back away but he was up against a rock so not much was in his favour, if he went the other way he'd be out in the open water, your home.

"What are you doing?" he stuttered out, eyes diverting left and right trying to muster up and plan of some sort, "You're not going to kill me are you-"

"That's only going to happen if you try to kill me," you countered, now much closer to him, allowing your hand to travel up his torso, memorising every crevice and detail. His suspicion was unmistaken though, normally you would enthral the men you come across on the island before you drag them to the pit of the ocean, but you were willing to spare the man in front of you, his features were too delicate for you to not savour him.

With the way your nude chest was on full display for him under the moonlight and shimmering stars, your hair wet and the way it clung to your glistening skin was enchanting, his body temperature rising didn’t go unnoticed by you, the tension building up under the garments of his pants, and that handsome face of his, he was for sure a healing sight for sore eyes.

Baekhyun didn't dare move, for a couple of seconds you stopped your movements and looked up to meet his eyes, faces only millimetres apart, none of it felt real, a creature as beautiful as you that he'd only see in fairytales or in the movies he'd watch, he'd even make up his own fantasy in his own head afterwards of what it would be like if such mythical creatures existed.

This is my chance, he silently thought to himself, slowly lifting his hand to place on the nape of your cold neck, bringing you closer to him, both knowing what was the intent behind his brave gesture, your eyes fluttered closed waiting for that magical connection.

"Baekhyun!"

The sudden echo of his name being called out ripped you out of his touch and sent you back into the pitch black waters, it all happened way too quick for Baekhyun to realise, a disappointed groan leaving his lips, he even considered swimming after you but he knew better than that.

He stood up on his feet hurriedly trying to get around the mount of rocks around him, looking back to try and catch a glimpse of you, for it could be the last time he'd ever see you. To his dismay, you were long gone by now. He continued to drag his soaked body to where the voices of his friends were coming from.

“He’s over there!” squinting his eyes to see who it was coming towards him, he could make out Sehuns’ slender figure approaching him with a slight jog, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. “Where on earth- why are you all wet bro?” Sehun questioned his older friend, getting a 360 look at him to see if he was possibly hurt or not, “I accidentally slipped off one of the rocks over there,” pointing towards the mount where the both of you were about to share an intimate moment.

“Are you okay? you must be freezing!” Suho chimed in, finally catching up to Sehuns’ long legs with the rest of the crew. “I’m good, really, I just want to sleep,” Baekhyun grumpily announced, still very much annoyed by their sudden disturbance.

Why do they always have to ruin everything, that’s my job!

🫧

Baekhyun tossed and turned for the majority of the night, it's been a couple of days since his up close & personal encounter with you and he hasn't caught a single glimpse of you since, always going back to the same spot where you met during the day and night. There was only a week left before he had to go back to his busy city life, and he wasn't ready to leave just yet at least not without seeing you one more time.

It was hard to keep his head straight and pay attention to what and who was around him, he was a lot less playful & witty during group activities, your existence completely threw him off his game, and the desire you two shared for each other that night was unmistakable, it frustrated him, the frequent familiar tension building up ever so frequently between his legs every time he’d remember the sight of you, his own hand wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed you. He knew from then no other woman back home would ever come close to you. He hated how he was feeling, and hated himself for letting you get away so easily but he came around to understand, he may have been somewhat calm when it came to seeing a real life, man eating siren. Who knows how the rest would have reacted.

They definitely wouldn't have been welcoming, he concluded.

Baekhyun of course hadn't uttered a single word about you, even though it low-key killed him to keep you all to himself it also gave him an out of this world adrenaline rush, you were his mythical dirty secret, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Most of his friends noticed his odd behaviour but decided against questioning him, concluding he may still not have been able to shake off work stress completely, especially since the ending of their two week vacation was coming to an end soon but really he was just working up different plans to try and lure you in.

🫧

You knew Baekhyun was coming back multiple times through the day and sometimes at night just to see you again, you'd watch him through the water, admiring how his eyes scanned over the waters to try and catch a glimpse of you even if it was just for a second.

While you enjoyed how desperate he was becoming you just couldn't give him what he wanted, at least not for a little time, you weren't the only siren down there and it was risky for you to disappear to the same reef everyday, the rest would get too suspicious and knowing them, they'd 100% follow you but that wasn't even the worst that could happen. If they caught you with Baekhyun they may not even give you time state your reasons before they'd pull him into the waters and you doubt he'd have a slight chance of getting out alive.

So for the past couple of days you've been hiding out by a different corner on the island, far enough from their villa and far enough for Baekhyun to doubt you'd even be. Once a siren emerges out of the water and onto dry land, their tail starts to shed away, uncovering the unused legs beneath, and the unused organs in between.

For Baekhyun you literally learnt how to walk, at least you think you learnt properly, you mostly focused on keeping your balance, assuming Baekhyun would be willing to keep you up and supported once he acknowledges what efforts you've been putting in to be closer to him.

This was very out of character for you, learning how to walk... for a man? it was a laughable cause for anyone of your kind. Normally you wouldn't even obtain a name before you pulled them down to the core of the earth, and how did you know Baekhyuns' name without asking? his friends could wake up the entire hidden city below with how loud their voices were, or maybe it was just your 50 mile radius hearing? nevertheless catching his name wasn't exactly a mission.

🫧

Baekhyun carried out his day like nothing was wrong, laughing along with his friends and making jokes like he normally would, which was a huge relief for them, finally he could relish in the feeling he was there for, but really the reason as to why he was there changed a long time ago.

Of course one of the reasons why was because today he was sure he was going to see you again, talk to you again, and maybe even having your skin finally meet. He made a plan with himself during his sleepless nights, how he'd lure you in and allow himself to indulge in the erotic fantasy that was you.

As the day stretched on, Baekhyuns' excitement and eagerness grew, he was psyched. For the first time in forever he tagged along with Minseok to work out which was very unusual behaviour from Baekhyun but Minseok payed him no thought, enjoying the company for once. Baekhyun followed through with Minseoks' workout routine, even though he felt like the world was caving in on him, he pushed himself to achieve the best muscle definition he could muster, all being in the name to lure you in.

Sooner or later the evening arrived, gathering around the table to share a meal together, Baekhyun made a mental note to not eat so much that he would bloat, that wasn't the look he was going for tonight. Faking his interest in whatever Lay was babbling about and laughing at Suhos' & Minseoks' dad jokes that made zero fucking sense, time was going too slow, he just felt like bolting into the water and pull you out by the tail, the thought alone made him lose it, spitting out his drink all over Chanyeol, uncontrollably laughing at the impulsive thought.

"Okay man, the joke wasn't that funny," Kai interjected his obnoxious laughter, "What are you really losing your shit over?" Chanyeol pushed whilst laughing lightly but also slightly disgusted, as he was still trying to get Baekhyuns' drink and spit off his face. To their dismay, Baekhyun said nothing but continued to laugh instead, leaving them with puzzled expressions.

Soon his laugher died down, the rest of his friends still staring at him dumbfounded at his state, "You're acting like you've never seen me laugh" Baekhyun expressed, wiping away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes. "We have seen you laugh before, just not like THAT." Sehun replied, "So, let us in on the joke!" Chen exclaimed, making the rest nod their heads eagerly wanting to know what could possibly be that funny.

"Nothing! I just imagined something," which wasn't exactly a lie, "I'd like to keep my weird imagery to myself thank you very much." he ended, earning a couple of eye rolls while diverting their attention back to their food, "Of course it would be something weird, whatever it was I'm sure the pope wouldn't even be able to cleanse you of such," Kyungsoo commentated whilst shaking his head, "Anyway Lay, you were saying?" they all continued to tune back into their conversations, Baekhyun taking it as a good time to wrap up his own meal time.

He finally settled into bed, as did everyone else but he wasn't planning on sleeping, he stayed up waiting out every single one of his friends so he could save himself the scenario of being bothered when he eventually left the villa to sought out what he planned on doing.

It wasn't that cold tonight, the wind was warm but not the gross type where it's all humid and you get all sweaty. Beakhyun slipped out of his bed, going to make one final check of everyone being knocked out before he went back to his room to change out of his clothes, making sure to keep quiet as he was sharing the room with Kai, who was knocked out like a baby. He Slipped out of his pjs in exchanged for some black swimming trunks, ones that slightly clung to his legs but not so much that it made him uncomfortable.

He grabbed his phone for some extra lighting, taking one last look at his sleeping roomie before quietly sneaking out of the room and out of the villa.

🫧

You were already at the mount of rocks since the afternoon, hoping for Baekhyun to show himself, but unfortunately he hadn't, and right when you thought about leaving and coming back tomorrow instead, you heard the faint sounds of someone's feet kicking through the sand.

That must be him.

Bitter at how much you had been waiting for him you lurched yourself back into the water, close enough to see him but not close enough for him to see you. Sooner or later, he was standing between the mount of rocks, your breath hitched as you scanned his body.

His lean figure was humbly sculpted, the valleys and crevices of his lean muscle even deeper than before, you rolled your eyes with a smirk tugging at your lips. Must be his way of trying to lure me in, you figured, the way his shorts hugged his thighs perfectly almost made you drool, and his hair- he had such beautiful hair you were almost envious of this mere human. As much as you wanted to throw yourself at him you held yourself back making him wait a little longer.

It didn’t take you that long to catch the flashlight of his phone, pulling yourself into the water just a little more, he paired his voice with his search device, calling your name out. He wasn’t really loud, he knew you could hear him but he still felt obliged to go up an octave.

At this point I’m just torturing the both of us.

Slowly you made your way back up to the surface, your emergence was quiet, it took him a couple of seconds to catch your eyes. A faint gasp escaping his mouth, the way you appeared so quietly was almost eerie to him. However, despite your own eagerness you remained quiet, eyes staring into his waiting for him to speak. He did call out for you after all.

"Y/N.." he barely managed a whisper, turning his phone off and placing it on the sand, away from the water. He didn't expect you to appear this quickly. You merely hummed in response, siren eyes piercing through his but he just stood there unable to form the words, it was like the first time he saw you, playfully rolling your eyes you said, "You know your silence is kind of rude, calling out for me while I was busy sorting out some business," you teased, sheepishly smiling up at him, putting your sharp canines on display for him.

"So that's why you appeared so quickly huh, because you were "busy"" he snapped back in the same teasing tone, you said nothing but shoot a rope of seaweed towards him, too fast for him to react, locking it around his wrist before pulling him into the water with you.

"Okay i'm sorry please don't eat me!" he exclaimed, making you loudly laugh, hands quickly flying to your mouth to muffle your sounds of joy so no one else could hear you. Soon he started to laugh too, slightly embarrassed by his naive outburst. Your joined laughter soon died down before you started nudging him towards the land so he wouldn’t freeze to death, “I can keep up with you I don’t need to be on the sand-“ “I’ll join you,”

Baekhyun looked at you dumbfounded with a slight concern in his eyes, “But you need water don’t you?” you continued to stay quiet, ignoring his calls of staying in the water instead. His protests were short lived once you were behind him, fully on land. He watched how your tail started to slowly shed off from top to bottom freeing your nude lower body.

He could see everything.

🫧

part 2

#exo smut #exo baekhyun #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #exo k #kpop smut #eventual smut #siren au #one shot #18+ blog #exo suho #chen exo #exo yixing #exo chanyeol #exo kyungsoo #exo kai #exo sehun #x reader #slow build #slow burn #exo angst #exo fluff #baekhyun smut #baekhyun x reader

[imtomiee]

No man ever had me in a chokehold like kai did in the love shot 2018 sbs awards performance

#like I left kpop 3 years ago but the video came up on my feed and I remembered #the man he is 😤 #kai #exo #exo kai #love shot #kpop #another simp post brought to you by the one and only tomie 💋

[blu-joons]

Flirty Drunk ~ Kim Jongin

A sigh came from you as you looked between Sehun and Chanyeol as they struggled to hold Jongin up in their arms. You could tell from his expression straight away that he had had far too much to drink, unable to stand on his own two feet, eyes lost in all sorts of directions.

You took a step back as the two boys tried to get Jongin through the front door, carrying him through and into your living room. With a thud, Jongin crashed down on the sofa with a groan, already feeling his head start to hurt.

“We told him to stop, but he didn’t listen,” Chanyeol told you as they both stepped back from where Jongin was. “For some reason he spent most of the night asking where you were and why you hadn’t shown up when you said that you’d be at the party.”

“We tried to tell him that you were busy,” Sehun added, “but try talking to him in this state and making sure that he listens.”

Your head nodded understandingly as you watched Jongin roll around on the sofa to get comfortable. You weren’t quite sure what you were going to do with him, knowing that it would only lead to one thing in the morning, and that was trouble.

“I’m home, does that mean Y/N’s here?” Jongin asked the two boys as he began to figure out where he was. Chanyeol nodded back at Jongin whilst Sehun looked across at you with a shrug of his shoulders.

A weak smile formed on his face, “I don’t think he’s going to be wanting us anymore, I think he’s all yours from now on.”

“What am I supposed to do?” You frowned back at them both, “there’s no way that I’m ever going to be able to get him up the stairs and into bed when he’s like this, it’s just impossible.”

“Leave him on the sofa,” Chanyeol joked as the boys started heading for the door, “it’s probably the least that he deserves after tonight.”

You smiled back at them both as they left your apartment before turning your attention to Jongin. As soon as you walked towards him, his eyes lit up, sitting himself up on the sofa as he realised who it was that was walking towards him.

“Hey good looking,” Jongin giggled, tapping the space that was bedside him on the sofa. “I missed you so much, parties are never the same without you.”

Before you even had the chance to sit, Jongin collapsed down and rested himself against your shoulder. His hand grabbed at your arm and moved it to drape across his shoulders, keeping a tight grip on him to make sure that you couldn’t possibly move your arm away from him too.

“None of the people at the party were as pretty as you, they didn’t even come close.”

A chuckle came from you as Jongin continued to mumble to himself, not really realising what it was that he was saying. You were very aware as to what he was saying though, stunned by how adoring he suddenly was towards you.

His voice continued to trail off before suddenly picking back up as he realised what it was that he was saying. The only moment when Jongin felt silent, was when at last he turned to face you, the smile on his face immediately turning up.

“Wow,” he whispered to himself as his hazy eyes studied you closely, “how did I get lucky enough to get to be with you Y/N?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed, unsure as to what to say in reply to Jongin, “but I hope that you remember asking this in the morning.”

“The morning?” He asked you, glancing across at the clock, “it already is the morning, silly, they cheered at the party for midnight.”

It was the last thing that Jongin told you that night as before you knew it, he was asleep on your shoulder, with no sign of seeming as if he was going to wake himself up anytime soon either.

Somehow you managed to do enough to make Jongin comfortable on the sofa, hoping that he would at least wake up without screaming about the hangover that he was experiencing with everything that you had left out for him.

You managed to sleep upstairs for a while, but with Jongin downstairs, you couldn’t rest for long, worrying too much about how he would be feeling, or if he would be sleeping.

You weren’t surprised when you headed downstairs early the following morning to see Jongin already awake. He was sat up on the sofa with his head in his hands, flinching even just at the sound of the stairs creaking as you made your way down them.

“I just want silence,” Jongin told you as you moved to sit on the arm of the sofa.

“That’s funny, because you were a right little chatterbox last night,” you informed him, watching Jongin’s eyes flicker across to look at you. “You had plenty to say about me, and how the other people at the party too.”

Jongin’s shoulders shrugged as he failed to recollect anything of what had happened the previous evening. “What did I say?” He asked, slightly anxious to know the answer, knowing exactly what he could be like.

“It’s a relief to know that you went to a party where all the girls were ugly.”

“I said that?” Jongin gasped, shaking his head at himself. “I mean they weren’t as beautiful as you, but none of them were ugly Y/N.”

The sound of your sniggers didn’t help Jongin, his face was a picture, a picture that you couldn’t wait to tease some more.

“You did mention too that you feel incredibly lucky to be able to date me too.”

“Is that the only thing that I said to you?”

“Absolutely not,” you laughed, “I think I could write a book with all of the compliments that you gave me last night.”

“I don’t remember even seeing you last night,” he admitted, letting go of a sigh.

“It’s lucky for you that I remember everything then,” you joked, sliding down the arm of the sofa so that you were sat beside Jongin. “Like how apparently you spent most of the party asking the boys for me.”

Jongin’s head tilted back shamefully, “that means that I’m never going to hear the end of that at work this week.”

“They were very disappointed to be second best to me.”

“They always are,” Jongin quickly reassured you.

Your head nodded back at Jongin as his tired eyes struggled to stay on you, not to mention the fight he had to put up against the throbbing pain in his head too.

Your hand came around him, just as it did last night, assuring him not to worry. “Did you take the tablets that I left down the side on the floor for you to take?” You asked him, only to see his head shake.

“I didn’t even notice there was anything,” he replied, peering over.

“I left water, tablets, and a fresh shirt for you to change into as I knew you’d wake up moaning about your head hurting.”

“See this, is why I compliment you so much,” Jongin told you.

“Why is it?” You asked in confusion, watching Jongin get the tablets.

His eyes widened as you innocently smiled across at him. “Because you always take care of me, and always make me feel so loved too.”

“Well, I know you’d do the same for me if I was in your position,” you responded, “your drunk self gave me plenty of laughs last night.”

“I don’t think I want to hear the rest.”

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Masterlist

#exo #exo imagine #kai #kai imagine #jongin #jongin imagine #exo reaction #exo scenario #exo kai #kim jongin #kim jongin imagine #exo drabble #exo one shot #exo fluff #kai scenario #kai reaction #kai drabble #kai one shot #kai fluff #super m #super m imagine #super m kai #kpop #kpop drabble

[chenpire]

Chen 'The Last Scene' Selected Teaser Images 2022

#exo #chen #jongdae #exosnet #kim jongdae #the last scene #b:all #g:simple #his albums have such a strong and consistant vibe #it was really difficult to narrow down whiich ones I wanted to clean up #idk if it's just me but they felt quite grainy #bit difficult to work with #era: tls #he's just as beautiful as ever I love the shots in front of the sea too but I might clean them up when there are scans

[imaginidol]

Kyungsoo: Recording My Thoughts Out Loud

"Could we maybe try that line again?" You speak into the small microphone that projects your voice into Kyungsoo's recording booth. He scrunches his face in annoyance, though he is not annoyed at you particularly.

"Okay, ready," he signals a thumbs-up in your direction, and you replay the soundtrack from the demo's pre-chorus.

You and Kyungsoo were currently recording his lines for one of EXO's B-sides for an upcoming comeback. The only issue was that, surprisingly, Kyungsoo wasn't performing as well as he usually did.

"I started thinking of you, but not in the same way that I used to," Kyungsoo sung, pouring his everything into the lyric. He finished, let out a grunt, and motioned for you to re-record it again.

And so, you did.

Followed by another grunt,

and one last re-recording after that.

He was flustered, and you could see it. For a moment, you watched fondly in awe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, completely focused on his own thoughts as he wrote something next to the lyric pages in front of him, quietly humming the tune of his adlibs in strive of perfection.

At this point, you weren't even sure if keeping him to record so late at night was truly a mishap or a blessing in disguise.

"I don't know," he muttered into the microphone, "if this even sounds good. This line, right here. What do you think of some improv?" He bit his lower lip, then shot his eyes up to make straight and sudden eye-contact with you, which made your heart skip a heavy beat and force you out of your daydreaming.

"Oh, uhm, okay. What did you have in mind?"

He cleared his throat. "Give me a few minutes, let me try to figure something out," he smiled once he got your approval.

Once again, you found yourself secretly admiring the sight of a deep-in-thought Kyungsoo humming different harmonizations that would better suit the line he was assigned.

"Hmmm-hmmmm," you could, through your own pair of studio headphones, quietly listen into his voice as he did so.

Shit, he sounds so fucking beautiful, you thought quietly to yourself.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," he continued on, unaware of your admiration.

I could listen to you aaallllll day, you smiled sheepishly to yourself, putting your fingers over your mouth to hide your now obvious blushing. I need to calm down, I can't be unfocused right now!

If anyone ever finds out I'm crushing badly on this fucker, I'll probably get fired or something. Maybe. I've only been here a week. I'm not about to find out.

But who knew... Kyungsoo of EXO is so unbelievably attractive... and he doesn't even try!

His quiet but thoughtful personality, matched with an angelic voice...

Fuck, I love my new job.

"Okay," he shifted his focus back to you, "I think I got it now."

You proceeded to finish recording the rest of his lines flawlessly, and his contribution certainly gave the song more of an EXO vibe than it had before.

"Okay, I'm going to look over the adlibs for the bridge, and then the outro stuff," he smiled. "One minute, please."

"You can have all of my damn time if you want it," you muttered quietly under your breath, once again enjoying the sounds of his harmonization through your headphones.

"This line..." he examined his papers, singing up a scale to slowly make his way to the high note he needed to reach.

"Come with me 'cause I need you right... nooooooooooooww!" He closed his eyes as he gracefully reached the most beautiful vocal note you'd ever possibly heard.

"You're so fucking HOT for that," you whispered into your hand, covering the stupid smile that spread vulnerably across your face.

He tried it once more, this time probably more perfect than the last, if that was even possible.

"I need an inhaler," you giggled and whispered quietly to yourself, "because this man sounds prettier than Baekhyun. Than fucking Baekhyun!"

After about ten or so minutes, you finally ended the recording session, giving Kyungsoo a big thumbs-up as you proceeded to save the computer audio files appropriately while he gathered his things in the booth to leave.

"Well done today, Kyungsoo," you said as encouragingly but also professionally as you possibly could. You were still working, after all, and had to respect him regardless of being co-workers, a fan, a mutual, or not.

"Thank you," he smiled at you, and you offered a smile back as he motioned his way to open the door for you both to exit the recording room.

"Oh," he turned to look at you, placing one hand against the doorknob, "I have a quick question."

"Sure," you looked up at him as you finished zipping up your coat.

"Do you really think I'm better than Baek?"

Your heart dropped. No wait, your face dropped first. Matter of fact, you almost nearly collapsed at the words that slipped his mouth.

"You-- what?"

"Baekhyun," he said, a gentle smile with perfect teeth now spreading curiously over his face. "And I'm hot too, apparently."

"I'm-- WHAT!?"

He let out a comfortable laugh as you felt your face redden, your palms dampening intensely, and your heart practically racing out of your chest.

"You know," he said, motioning towards the desk of the computer and pointing toward a small switch on the left center of the audio console. "This right here mutes your mic. You mute it and unmute it when you want to talk to me in the booth. I think I forgot to show you that when I went over this console's basic things, but I figured you'd find it since you're a session recorder, after all. I guess not."

Shit, you defeatedly cover your face in total embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Kyungsoo! I'm really taking this job seriously and I'm not some creepy crazy fan--"

"Don't worry about it," he laughed, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders and bringing you into a hug.

Fuck, you thought as the scent of his elegant cologne hit your face.

"I won't tell anyone," he winked, "just as long as you promise to keep doing it. But just with me."

You smiled awkwardly, nodding at his request.

Well, now he just knows what he's doing. And he's good at it.

"Let me walk you out to your car tonight."

Offering you his sweetest smile and gentlest hand to grab, he opened the door for you and, like the gentleman he was, allowed you to walk out first.

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[aces-parrows]

library sweethearts | baekhyun

pairing: baekhyun x fem!reader word count: 670 genre: fluff, college!au warning(s): not proofread summary: sharing a candy cane in the library while studying for finals

hushed conversations, pencils dancing between the lines in notebooks, keyboards clicking and tapping, and the smell of textbooks both new and old. the dim lights create a calm, studious atmosphere for the students coming to read, study, or simply hang out. an occasional sound of a chair creaking, a zipper gliding across a backpack, and footsteps showed majority came to get through finals. whether to study or research a project, something needed to be done. what better place than the library?

in one corner of the library, baekhyun could be found studying for his classes. his notebook filled with different music notes, songs, and notations. although that's what was opened on his spread, he had turned his attention to ethnomusicology. his headphones played a recording of music from mexico, his attention to focusing on the music and what aspects of it make it unique from other countries, his thoughts scribbled onto a scrap piece of paper in front of him.

with a stack of books in hand and a determination to succeed, y/n enters the busy library and looks for a spot to study. scanning the room for an available spot, y/n spots a seat besides baekhyun. while the two have seen each other in the library and exchanged friendly smiles, their interactions at most were brief nods of acknowledgement, a silent understanding of why the two were here. carefully approaching the man who seemed to be very focused on whatever it was he was studying, y/n softly speaks, hoping to get his attention.

"is it alright if i sit here?" y/n asks nervously, hoping the other was able to hear her. her heart races as her social anxiety begins to make her worried she may have to speak up and disrupt the others here to focus on their own challenges of finals week. thankfully, baekhyun did in fact hear her and smiled softly, clearing space for her stuff. y/n silently thanks baekhyun, placing her books down before setting her bag down to take a seat.

the two study in silence for a bit, time flying by, the sun begins to set. students clear from the library in a rush to get back to their dorms or apartments before the streetlights are the only things lighting up the streets. though most of the library's occupants have left, few stayed behind. this included baekhyun and y/n.

as baekhyun decided now was time for a much needed break from his studies, he stretches before reaching into his bag pulled out a festive candy cane. the smell of peppermint filled the air around him as he tore part of the plastic wrap off of it. a mischievous glint in his, he offers one to y/n, catching her off guard. "come on, you've been studying a while." baekhyun said softly, "have a break and eat this."

"thank you." y/n shyly took the treat. as she carefully opened it and began eating the candy cane, she smiled softly, looking back at baekhyun. "it's good, isn't it?" he asked excitedly. she nods in agreement, now realizing how much she needed to take her eyes off all the numbers and formulas she had been staring at. god, her eyes were aching a bit from the torture of staring at her study guide, a silent cry to the universe for her to absorb the information enough to pass the upcoming math final.

realizing the library would be closed soon, the two closed their respective textbooks and notebooks as the final chords of their day came to an end. exchanging smiles and they prepared to leave, a connection could be felt between the two, formed by the shared love of a candy cane amidst the stress inducing thoughts and pressure that came with finals and last week of classes. however, this relationship was going beyond their books, the two bid farewell, a silent agreement was made to try and find each other again for another study session in the nearby future.

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