#exo spy au

[mint-yooxgi]

Rover - Spy!Jongin X Reader X Yandere!Spy!Kai

Twin!AU, Spy!AU & Yandere!AU - Based off of Kai's Mini Album Rover

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Tragedy, Smut

Pairing: Jongin X Reader X Kai

Words: 25,600

Warnings: Violence: physical and gun related, blood and injuries, unhealthy relationships, allusions to cheating (but not actually in that particular context), major deaths, assault and mentions of sexual trafficking. Smut: Dub-Con (there is explicit consent, but it's immediately negated due to the fact that OC is misled to believe she is consenting to her husband when it is not actually him; unknowing infidelity), oral (fem. rec), praise, body worship, dirty talk, very sensual and intimate. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: *Ding ding ding* @ninibears-erigom come get your dinner!! Hehehe, anyways, this is heavily inspired by Kai's third mini album and the subsequent MVs/Films for it. I'm a little hesitant posting it cause of the dub-con aspect, but this is a much darker fic than I usual write and I really like how it turned out. Also, please don't come in my inbox saying OC is stupid for not realizing things, I don't wanna hear it lmaoo anyways, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!

“What’s your position from the target?” A deep voice sounds in your ear, but you appear to pay him no mind.

“Twenty metres.” Comes your low reply, taking a sip from the crystalline glass held in your hand.

“Whenever you’re ready: approach.” Another male responds, and you can feel his eyes locked onto your figure from the side of the room.

Carefully, you place the champagne flute in your hand onto a side table, weaving your way through the crowd. People hardly notice you, too wrapped up in their own worlds to see nothing but a fleeting shadow dancing in the corner of their vision.

You smirk.

A moment later, and you feel someone bump into your front, spilling wine all over your satin gown.

“Pardon me,” a rough voice greets your ears as you wear an expression of shock.

“It’s all my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you smile sheepishly, curling in on yourself as hushed whispers and pointed glances are sent your way.

“Be more careful next time, lass,” he responds with a firm nod of his head before turning away.

A waiter offers you a napkin to begin cleaning yourself off with, of which you accept graciously as you begin to walk away.

Little does anyone notice the smirks that tug subtly on either one of your faces.

A shrill scream reaches your ears as a dull thud echoes around the room. The music from the string quartet stops abruptly, people gathering in a circle around a now convulsing body. Not just any body, but the body of the man you had just ‘accidentally’ bumped into.

Not even a second later, the body stills, laying dead upon the floor.

Turning down one of the side hallways of the banquet hall, you appear to slip into the bathroom to freshen up. Only, you mange to slip out of the side door instead.

The cool night air is crisp against your skin, hands immediately coming up to grasp your arms for warmth. That cloth is still held in your hand, but you’ve long since given up attempting to save your dress. There’s no use, anyways. You’ve done what you’ve came here to do, so now all that’s left is to rendezvous at the meeting point, and call it a night.

“Did you get the rest of the information we needed?” That same deep voice from earlier echoes through your little earpiece, but you know he’s not talking to you for the moment.

“Signed, sealed, and delivered.” The other answers just as you hear the same door you exited out of creak open behind you.

Sparing a glance over your shoulder, you see that same waiter step out of the building. A smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you, loosening the first few buttons on his shirt as he approaches.

“God, I don’t know how these servers wear these things all night,” he grumbles, fingering the tie looser to ease it from his neck.

You grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he steps in front of you. “Well, I think you look very handsome.”

“At your service, My Lady,” he grins right back, a teasing glint shining within his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist.

A small silence settles over the both of you as you begin to lean in to one another. You stare deeply into his soft brown eyes, lips quirking as he squeezes your waist gently in his hold.

“If you two are done flirting with each other, we have a job to finish.” A sharp voice interrupts the moment you had been having with your husband.

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, turning to face the second male who now stands at the end of the alleyway. A male who is identical in every way to the one who still stands behind you, save for a small mole on the back of his neck, directly beneath his hairline. “We’re coming."

“Just because you don’t have a wife, Kai, doesn’t mean that I’m not allowed to appreciate mine.” Again, his arms slide around your waist, resting his chin over your one shoulder.

Kai’s jaw tenses, lips pursing as his frown deepens.

“Jongin, don’t boast.” You poke said male’s arm lightly while letting out a soft giggle. “It’s unbecoming of you.”

“It’s never stopped him before,” Kai mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Then, without waiting for either one of you to respond, he continues, “Come on, let’s get going.”

Without another word, the three of you are heading down the alleyway and towards a sleek black car. 

The all leather interior is cool against your skin as you slide into the backseat, a chill running down your spine.

Kai’s eyes flash in the rearview mirror, a silent puff of air escaping him as your husband doesn’t even seem to notice.

“There’s a blanket under the passenger seat if you’re cold.” He states, somewhat gruffly as the engine purrs to life.

The lights illuminate the path before you, and without waiting another second, Kai speeds out of the alleyway, racing off into the night.

“Stop taking better care of my wife than me.” Jongin grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest somewhat childishly. “Get your own."

“Maybe if you payed better attention to her, I wouldn’t fucking have to.” Kai remarks, weaving in and out through other cars as he heads for the agency you all work for across the city.

“Boys,” you tut, shaking your head in amusement. A moment later, and that blanket is wrapped around your figure. It’s surprisingly warm. “We’ve just got to find your  older brother a partner of his own to worry about, and then he won’t have to worry about me.”

Briefly, his eyes glance at you again within the rearview mirror.

Impossible. He’ll always worry about you, since his brother never seems to want to.

“What type of person are you in to, Kai?” You lean forward, resting your arm on the back of Jongin’s seat as you look towards the elder of the two.

“You ask me this every time.” He grumbles, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

“And you never have an answer for me.” You reply with an amused hum, somewhat knowingly. “Do you fancy men, women, both, or any type of person there is?”

Jongin quirks a brow, shaking his head while muttering about your incessant need to find his brother a life partner.

“Why is it you really want to know?” Kai shoots a look towards you out of the corner of his eyes, lips quirking as he pulls off of the highway. “Worried you might make yourself jealous?”

A loud, boisterous laugh falling from your painted lips greets his ears. You even go so far as to pat his shoulder a few times in jest, wiping at your eyes with your free hand as if you had tears gathering at the corners.

“Now, why would knowing you fancy someone make me jealous?” You remove your hand. “You know I’m married, right?”

That damn ring of yours glinting beneath the artificial lights illuminating the street he drives down mocks him, the matching one sitting proudly on Jongin’s own hand. A ring which should have been on his finger instead.

Kai grits his teeth. “How could I ever forget?”

“No, I want to know your type so I can set you up with someone,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Perhaps Shinobu from logistics, or my friend Sunmin.”

He blinks, staring blankly ahead as he turns into the entrance to the underground parking lot for your agency. “I’m perfectly happy on my own.”

“Your comments about our marriage suggest otherwise,” Jongin grumbles just as Kai pulls into a spot.

Your brow quirks, but you say nothing as you exit the vehicle.

As soon as your foot touches the concrete flooring, the engine is cut, the two males stepping out to join you immediately after. Jongin instantly has his arm around your waist, helping to guide you inside of the building.

The whole time you walk inside and to the elevator, you can feel Kai’s eyes on you. However, little do you realize the way his shoulder still tingles from your touch mere minutes before.

The ride up to the main facility is silent, both males flanking you on either side. The only difference is, Jongin has his hand placed lowly on your back, even with that blanket still resting over your shoulders. It’s faint, but the material smells of jasmine and a certain type of musk you can’t quite put your finger on. All that you do know, is it smells incredible, and you find yourself leaning in to catch that scent more often that not. 

A fact of which Kai picks up on.

A subtle smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you wrap that blanket tighter around yourself as the elevator doors slide open with a slight ding. The fact that you lean into it, wanting to smell more of him mixed with you sets his heart racing in his chest.

Now, if only he could have you smelling like that naturally.

“I’m going to go change, and then I’ll meet you boys in the boss’ office.” You say, voice managing to pull both of them out of their thoughts for the moment.

A nod is all you receive from Jongin as you turn to place a gentle kiss onto his cheek. Pulling away, you smile softly at Kai before heading down a separate hallway and towards your own private office at the one end of the facility.

As soon as you disappear from sight, Kai is shooting a pointed look at his younger brother.

“You didn’t even ask if she was okay.” His tone is pointed, disproval heavy in his gaze.

“Oh, don’t give me that crap.” Jongin rolls his eyes, already heading down the opposite hallway and towards their boss’ office. “You didn’t either.”

“At least I noticed she was cold.” Kai huffs, eyes narrowing at the back of his brother’s head as he follows after Jongin.

“If she was cold she would have said something.” Jongin replies nonchalantly as he tucks his hands into his pockets. Taking another step, he rounds on his brother. “Stop meddling in our affairs. What my wife and I do is none of your concern.”

“It is when you don’t fucking treat her properly.” Kai seethes, pushing Jongin harshly against the wall using his forearm. “Did you even notice that bastard didn’t even fucking apologize for spilling his drink all over her? Or were you just too busy eye-fucking his wife.”

“We got the job done, didn’t we?” Jongin spits, shoving his brother off of him.

“You’re fucking lucky we know what we’re dong.” Kai snaps, brushing past his twin with a harsh knock into his shoulder. “Why did you even bother to join this agency if all you ever do is complain about the jobs we get told to do, and the covers you get assigned?”

Of course, Kai knows exactly why Jongin does everything he does. It’s to prove that he always gets what he wants. At least, everything that Kai has ever desired. It’s not like Jongin actually likes the same things as his elder twin, he just wants to prove that he can take whatever it is that Kai wants for himself. Yet, whenever Kai points it out, no one believes him. Instead, they fall for Jongin’s little innocent act. Every. Single. Time.

To say Kai is frustrated would be an understatement. If he needed a new phone, Jongin’s always had to come first. If he wanted to follow a specific career path, Jongin did everything in his power to prove how much smarter, how much better he is at it than him.

The final straw had been you.

Kai had been smitten ever since he first laid his eyes on you in high school. Only, Jongin took notice of the fact of yet another person his twin had desired and made it his mission to get you first. Kai had lost many friends and lovers throughout the years because of this, but he thought you would be different. You had never played into Jongin’s tricks, so Kai couldn’t help but hope that finally, he could claim someone as his own. Someone who he had always desired above everyone else. Someone whom he loves.

That’s when the two of you announced you were getting married. With the same damn set of rings Kai had wanted to use to propose to you someday, too.

Kai had seen red that day, taking the most intensive and erotic bender of his entire life. It took him days to recover, and when he did, he was never the same man.

None of these other women were you. No one else mattered to him but you.

Yet, he couldn’t hurt you. No, never you. He couldn’t ruin your own happiness for his own selfish gains. Not like his brother. So, no matter how badly it pained him to watch you walk down that aisle in a dress he only ever dreamed you’d be wearing for him, he grinned and bared it. All because he loves you. More than anything.

The worst part? You don’t even realize how badly Jongin treats you. At least, in Kai’s opinion.

Jongin doesn’t bring you your favourite flowers on your birthday like he does. Jongin doesn’t remember your favourite take-out order when you’re feeling down. Hell, Jongin can’t even offer you the love that you have always deserved like Kai can.

If only you could see that, too.

Sitting within the boss’ office with his brother is tense, the elder woman leaning against her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Her stern gaze looks over the both of them sharply, the usb they were required to use to hack the system of the banquet held firmly in her one hand.

“Do one of you want to tell me how this got destroyed?” Her tone is pointed, and they both know she won’t accept a bullshit answer.

A moment of silence before Jongin is letting out a loud sigh. “I told him to be more careful, but this idiot managed to crush it while subduing the waiter he was supposed to be impersonating.”

Kai’s nostril’s flare.

“You were the one that insisted that he take out the waiter instead so he could ‘keep an eye on his wife’. If I remember correctly.” He seethes, nothing but malice in his gaze as he glares at his brother.

“Jongin trusts his wife with his own life, why would he need to babysit one of our top two agents?” Their boss, Quincy, replies bluntly.

“Oh, is that what he told you?” Kai scoffs, sitting back in his seat as he rolls his eyes.

“I’m getting real sick and fucking tired of your attitude, Kai.” Her gaze sharpens, turning the full intensity of her heated glare onto him. “You may be the other half of our top two agents, but every day you push your luck.”

“If it weren’t for Jongin’s fuck up tonight, I wouldn’t have had to hack into the security mainframe manually, and we could have been out of there sooner.” Kai shifts in his seat once more, gripping the arms of his chair tightly beneath his fingers.

“Your purpose in these dual missions is to give each other an alibi should people start getting suspicious.” Quincy looks between the both of them, her lips pursed in a tight line. “We can’t keep your covers hidden if the both of you don’t cooperate. You’re brothers for crying out loud. Act like it.”

“I don’t know what you know about brotherly love, boss,” Jongin chuckles, “but we’ve never had it.”

“Then you better learn some before one of you ends up dead.” She huffs. “I know someone who would be devastated if they were to learn of at least one of your deaths.”

The pointed look she sends Jongin has a white hot fury flooding Kai’s veins at how unbothered his twin looks by this statement. Not only that, but a tightness begins welling inside his chest, heart aching at the truth behind those words.

He swallows thickly.

Just then, a knock sounds on the door. A second later, and you pop your head in, entering the room in a fresh pair of pants and a new shirt.

“Good. You’re here.” Quincy nods, pushing herself off of her desk and walking behind it so that she can take a seat. “Now, the three of you,” she looks between you all, “give me the rundown of your latest assignment.”

Stepping over beside Jongin, you perch yourself on the one arm of his chair as you meet Quincy’s gaze across from you.

“Target: William Darcey, eliminated.” You begin, pulling out a small pin no bigger than the size of a pill capsule. Leaning forward, you place the empty container on the edge of her desk. “The new toxin Jeremy developed works like a charm. Dropped dead within a minute of being administered, and looked like a seizure to boot.”

“Excellent.” She nods her approval. “As always, it’s what I expect from you, and you always deliver.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” You nod back, keeping your head tilted forward in gratitude for a moment longer.

“I expect none of you were discovered.” Briefly, she looks over all three of you.

“If we were, we are unaware of it.” Jongin answers her, his hand moving to settle on your lower back.

The way you lean into his touch has Kai tensing in his seat beside you.

“My moles haven’t heard anything. Darcey was pronounced dead at the banquet, by natural causes.” Quincy shuffles some papers on her desk. “The information Kai managed to hack gives us our final target. The man pulling the strings behind this entire operation we’re attempting to shut down. Already, our Zero Division has moved to rescue those who have been trafficked by Don Vanderleen. The rescue is underway as we speak.”

“Are operations running as usual?” You inquire, and you notice her eyes flash. You shrink in your spot, noticing the disappearance of Jongin’s comforting touch. Though, you’re not the only one that does. “My apologies, Ma’am. I should have known better.”

“Next time, don’t interrupt until I’m finished.” She places the papers in her hands rather firmly on top of her desk.

You can only avert your gaze to the floor as Kai shifts once more in his seat.

His fingers twitch, longing to comfort you like he knows his brother should be doing right now. Even if it’s as little as his hand on your back, he would offer you his support in any way he can, not take it away.

“As I was saying,” another sharp look is sent your way by Quincy, “in two days’ time, Don Vanderleen will be attending the ballet Swan Lake at the Holly Theatre. We have already reserved the booth seats for you and Jongin to attend with him. You’ll be covering as two private investors interested in his more personal affairs.” She looks at you when she says this, shifting her gaze to the man sitting to your left in the next second. “Kai, you are expected to perform the assassination from the rooftop through the large domed ceiling. We will not tolerate failure. Not when we’ve been working towards this goal for the past two years. It’s time we bring this warlord to justice.”

Immediately, the three of you are nodding your understanding, accepting the files she hands you from across her desk. Your alibis, new cover profiles, as well as all the information on who you’re going to be sitting with, interacting with, and how you will be acting are all included inside.

“Learn this inside and out,” Quincy states, leaning back in her chair and observing the three of you carefully. Then, she turns her sharp gaze towards both you and Jongin. “Tomorrow, you’ll be fitted for your outfits. Don’t be late.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” You reply for the both of you.

“Until then,” she turns away from you to begin riffling through the one drawer of her desk. “Dismissed.”

The three of you do not need to be told twice. 

Standing, you all exit the room. Jongin leads, not even bothering to wait for you as Kai holds the door open. You smile slightly in thanks, and from that simply action alone, Kai can feel his heart attempting to beat right out of his chest. At least he knows that if anything were to happen, he will take much better care of you than his brother can.

Catching up with Jongin, you fall into step beside him. Casually, he wraps his arm around your waist, not even bothering to look in your direction as he does so.

Stopping in the main hall, you turn to face Kai once more.

“Thanks for covering for his ass tonight.” You meet Kai’s gaze as you poke Jongin in the side of the ribs. “I swear he’s never outgrown his baby stage.”

“Oh, so, you’ve noticed, too?” Kai quirks a brow, a grin tugging at his features.

“Hey!” Jongin whines, lips tugging downwards in a pout before pulling upwards in a smirk. Leaning in, he whispers in your ear loud enough for his brother to hear, “that’s not what you were saying last night.”

Kai’s jaw twitches, and he has to restrain himself from clocking his brother right in front of you at this very moment. He knows what Jongin is trying to do, and he won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing him snap.

“Jongin,” you hit his side, averting your gaze so sweetly as you do so.

If only Kai could make you react like that. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to see you so bashful because of him. Him, and only him.

“Anyways,” you clear your throat, noticing how the elevator opens before you. Jongin must have called it while you weren’t looking. “We should get going, but did you need-“

“Come on, Darlin’,” Jongin tugs you into the elevator beside him. “I’ve had a long day, and I want to get home.”

You blink in mild shock, attempting to turn back towards Kai to finish offering him a ride home since you all drove in together this morning. Only, before another word can so much as leave you, Jongin is turning you towards himself and pressing his lips against your own as he cups your face.

The last thing Kai sees before the elevator doors close in his face is your surprised face before you’re completely melting into the kiss. The fact that he could just tell his brother had been watching his reaction out of the corner of his eyes sets his blood boiling.

Heading towards the stairs, Kai harshly slams the door open. His fists are clenched by his side as he begins to rush down them, the familiar burning of tears igniting behind his eyes. With how tight his jaw is clenched, he’s surprised his teeth don’t crack from the pressure.

Jongin is ruthless: dangling you in front of Kai like some toy. Viewing you as some grand prize to hold over his older brother every chance he gets. Only, that’s what Jongin doesn’t understand. You are not some toy. You are not an object to be owned and used as he pleases. 

That is what angers Kai the most. Jongin doesn’t even view you as a person, but simply another conquest that he can hold over his twin. A trophy to display whenever and however he wants, just to hurt Kai as much as possible.

If only you weren’t so blinded by your own emotions.

Emotions which shine clearly in your eyes as you pull away to stare deeply into Jongin’s own. The silence in the elevator is comforting, and the soft smile you see painting his features as he looks at you sets your heart racing.

You chuckle. “I wish you would stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He hums innocently, his arms once more wrapped around your waist, and holding you flush against him.

“Kissing me so suddenly,” you poke his chest lightly. “If you want to kiss me, just ask.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He grins, leaning in to peck your lips one more time.

You roll your eyes playfully as you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening.

Stepping out, Jongin follows close behind, grabbing your hand in his own. He swings your arms gently between the both of you as you walk to the car, pulling the keys out of your pocket and unlocking it quickly. You part only to slide into the seats, hands immediately finding one another over the console once you’re both settled inside.

Jongin turns to you, a tender look in his eyes. “Stay with me until sunrise?”

You smile, heart warming at the secret code you made for each other ever since your wedding night. A code which lets you know that you not only love one another, but will stay with each other until the end of time.

“Only if we get to watch the sunset.”

Pulling out of the parking garage, you take off down the road. The drive home is quick, quaint in the silence that settles around the both of you. Yet, with the comforting way he squeezes your hand, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

***

The next morning, you wake to an empty bed.

Pulling yourself up and tossing off the covers, you’re quick to get ready for the day. Jongin must already be up and waiting for you, opting to have let you sleep in for a little while longer.

Once you reach the kitchen, you’re surprised to see no sight of Jongin waiting for you. Not even a note has been written for you in attempts to explain his whereabouts.

Your brow furrows in slight worry. He couldn’t have left without you already, right? It wouldn’t be extremely odd for him to; not completely out of the ordinary. The last time he did something like this though, was at the very beginning of your relationship. Back when you were still learning everything there was to know about each other.

After having a quick breakfast, you begin to make your way towards the agency. You hope beyond everything that Jongin is already there waiting for you, and not having decided to just up and disappear. You know that he hates fitting days, but you never thought he’d run out on you like this.

Stepping through the door to the clothing department reveals Nancy waiting patiently for you behind her desk. Her sewing machine whirs softly, a piece of fabric being pushed beneath the threaded needle.

“I’ll be with you in a second!” She calls, her glasses close to sliding right off her nose as she concentrates on the hemline she seems to be sewing.

“Take your time, Nance,” you call, already moving over to your usual fitting spot.

A soft sigh escapes you as you sit on the edge of the little pedestal in front of the three way mirror. Blankly, you stare at your reflection, leaning forward to rest your elbow on your knee. 

Jongin still hasn’t answered any of your calls or texts, and you’re getting a bit concerned. The last time he skipped out on fitting day for an upcoming mission, you thought Quincy was going to hang him by his toes off of the side of the building. You just hope he has a decent excuse this time.

The sound of the door opening behind you draws your attention just as you finally get a response from him.

“Sorry I’m late,” a deep voice sounds, and you lock eyes with who appears to be your husband in the mirror.

You glance down to read the message.

Had an emergency arise. Cover for me?

“Jongin!” Nancy exclaims, eyes lighting up with mirth as she finally finishes sewing that piece of fabric together. “You’re right on time! Come in, come in!”

He gives her a tight smile, before turning to face you.

“I was worried.” Your brow furrows slightly, a disappointed downturn of your lips as you stand to your feet.

“I know,” he grimaces slightly, playing the part of the remorseful husband well. “I’m sorry, Darling.”

You let out another sigh. “You’re here now.”

Nancy glances between the two of you curiously, a minor quirk to her brow. “Trouble in paradise? I’ve never seen you two act so cold.”

“We’re fine, Nance,” you reply quickly. “Let’s just get this over with, yeah?”

“Alright,” she shoots you a skeptical look. “I’ve already got the outfits ready for you both, so you just sit tight and wait here.”

Scurrying off to the back, Nancy disappears from sight.

You can hear her fumbling around with some clothes, cursing as she drops something. A loud clatter is heard from behind the stacks of fabric, and you see some beads scatter across the floor.

“You okay, Nan?” You call out.

“Yeah!” She assures you, cursing a few more times under her breath as she shifts things around. “I’m just going to be another minute.”

You can hear her muttering to herself about finding where she put the matching vest as more shuffling occurs.

Taking this opportunity, you turn towards the male standing beside you, only to see him already staring at you.

“Thank you,” keeping your voice low, you lean into him subtly. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you notice that he blinks a few times, as if you’ve just pulled him out of his own thoughts. “For covering for him.”

“Yeah, well,” Kai lets out an exasperated breath, “you know my brother.”

“He doesn’t deserve you.” You tell him honestly. “I don’t know how you put up with his shit all the time.”

“He’s done this before?” His brow quirks, an irritated twitch to his lips.

“Fittings aren’t the only things he likes skipping out on from time to time.” You say, glancing down at the ground with a frown. “‘Emergency’ my ass.”

You swear you see Kai’s nostril’s flare, but before he gets a chance to reply, Nancy is returning with two separate outfits in her hands.

“Sorry I took so long, couldn’t find the one vest for the life of me.” She chuckles, handing each of you your respective outfits. “Change into these. and then I can finish any alterations you may need.”

Grabbing the garments from her hands, both you and Kai enter your respective changing rooms. Not even five minutes later, you both step out, moving to stand on each of the two pedestals in front of the mirrors.

A low whistle escapes you.

“I always knew you’d look good in red.” You comment, eying the finely tailored suit that hugs Kai’s figure delicately.

The bright crimson stretches from the jacket, all the way down to his slacks. Even the vest he wears beneath is the same colour, exposing the slightest bit of his chest as there doesn’t seem to be a shirt buttoned underneath. The fact that his hair sits that golden blond atop his head only adds to the look, his honeyed skin practically glowing despite the harshness of the artificial lights.

Kai absolutely revels in your gaze. His breath hitches slightly as he sees you give him a few glances from head to toe, a shiver caressing his spine as he notices the corner of your lips twitching upwards. He knows you’re probably only picturing what Jongin will look like in such an outfit, but like hell is he letting anyone take this moment from him.

Finally, you are gazing at him just as he always knows he looks at you, and right now is no exception.

There you stand, in a gorgeous golden gown which accentuates every sinful curve of your body. A slit rests on the left side of the dress, following your leg upwards until about mid-thigh, allowing for ample movement in case things go south. Either way, you look absolutely radiant, and Kai curses his brother for being stupid enough to miss this.

He should be here, worshipping the very ground you walk on. Not fucking off on some random trip just cause he’s throwing a tantrum over fitting day.

“You look…” the words get caught in his throat as you meet his gaze, his breath hitching once more. He blinks, clearing his throat, “stunning.”

A soft smile graces your features as you avert your gaze, and if Kai didn’t know any better, he’d say he just made you shy.

His heart warms. Finally, he can say that he was the cause of your bashful reaction. Him, and him alone.

“Are you sure these outfits aren’t too…” you turn towards Nancy, “loud?”

“Yours? No.” She shakes her head. “His? Maybe.”

A chuckle escapes the woman’s mouth as you nod.

“I just remember you saying how you would love to see your husband in a bright red someday, that preferably isn’t blood.” She winks. “Though, I’m just surprised he didn’t fight you on it like he usually does. Equally surprised he didn’t complain this time around.”

You and Kai share a look.

“I simply decided that maybe I should listen to my beautiful wife for once.” Kai answers smoothy. “She’s usually right, after all.”

“Oh?” Nancy quirks her brow at this. “She finally smack some sense into your whiny ass?”

“I did no such thing!” You gasp, as if you’re truly scandalized by her words. Only, the playful wink you offer her immediately after has grins pulling at all of your faces.

“I just finally realized that I should appreciate the woman I love more often.” 

There is nothing but sincerely within his gaze as he looks at you when he says this. An intensity you almost long for from another male who looks exactly like him.

A puff of air escapes you, shaking your head lightly. “You always were the hopeless romantic.”

“For you?” He hums, turning back to face the mirror as he straightens out his blazer. “Always.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Nancy feign gagging.

“Bleck! Will you two stop being so lovey-dovey?” Her nose scrunches as she moves over to you to fix the hem of your skirt slightly. “It’s seriously gross.”

“You think this is us being lovey-dovey?” You snort out a laugh, the corner of your lips twitching upwards knowingly. You lift your head to meet Kai’s gaze, a playful roll to your eyes. “Oh, Honey, you’re just so sweet. I cannot bear to call you anything but.”

Kai shares a laugh with you, despite the way his heart races inside of his chest from your words. Sure, you may not mean it, but he’ll cherish this moment for as long as he can. After all, your words mean more to him that you’ll ever know.

“But, My Darling,” the grin that stretches across his features is nothing short of sultry, “you know that nothing can compare to your beauty. It’s enough to rival even the deepest of oceans, and highest of mountains, for it is eternal in the ways you captivate me.”

You both share another laugh, though this time, it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Okay, now you’re just rubbing it in.” Nancy sighs, shooting an almost longing glance towards who she thinks is your husband. 

A glance which you immediately pick up on. 

You tense. 

“I wish someone would speak to me like that. Maybe I should flirt with you brother more often. See if he has as silvered a tongue as you, Jongin.” Nancy darts her gaze over at the male briefly before focussing back in on the task at hand.

Thank fuck Nancy is too busy hemming your skirt to look up to see the way Kai cannot hide the grimace that pulls onto his face at her words.

“You shouldn’t use him like that, Nancy. Kai is a gentleman, and you shouldn’t joke about getting him to do what you want. He doesn’t deserve that, and I don’t think he’s in the market anyways.” You state, rather casually as you smooth out the front of your dress. “Besides, aren’t you married.”

The judgement is clear on your features as you meet her gaze in the mirror. Lightly, you shake your head in disproval.

“A girl can dream.” Nancy sighs, her gaze once more flicking over at the male to your right.

“If you’re that unhappy in your marriage, Nance, you should probably get a divorce.” You say, a hint of concern now shining in your eyes. “To even imply you would cheat-“

“It was just a joke, sweetie,” she huffs, rolling her eyes a bit exasperatedly. “Lighten up.”

You purse your lips, letting out a long sigh through your nose.

“Jokes are meant to be funny.” 

Nancy shoots an incredulous look towards the male standing to your right.

“Geez,” she huffs, “didn’t realize you’d be so sensitive about your brother.”

The two of you share a look.

“Anyways, you’re probably right about the red being too loud for the ballet.” Nancy sighs, standing back to her feet. A second later, and she’s disappeared around the stacks of fabric only to reemerge holding a standard black suit and tie. “Change into this instead.”

Seamlessly, she hands the male the new outfit before he disappears back inside the change room. 

Once the curtain has slid closed, she leans into you, “Don’t worry. I’ll pack that little red ensemble for you separately.”

You quirk a small smile, somewhat sadly, “Thanks, Nance.”

A minute later, and Kai is stepping out in the muted suit, looking just as fine as he did in the red one.

“Your husband can certainly pull off anything he wants.” Nancy chuckles, a certain spark shining within her eyes that you don’t particularly like.

You simply quirk a tight smile in response as you step in to ‘adjust’ his tie.

“I think you’re negating the true beauty in the room.” He replies effortlessly, gaze locked with your own.

Your breath hitches, freezing right in your spot as you search his features. The sincerity alone that you can see shining within his eyes has your heart fluttering.

You turn away, clearing your throat. “So, should these be ready by tonight, or tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll have them ready for tonight. That way if you need to make any last minute alterations before the mission tomorrow we can do so then.” Nancy tells you, seeing you nod your understanding. “Kai will be in the same outfit as Jongin in case he gets spotted, only with a black button up to blend in better with the night.”

This time, you both nod your understanding. Of course, Nancy fails to see the way the two of you lock gazes.

You let out another sigh. 

“Well,” you step back into the change room, “better prepare for tomorrow.”

Sliding the curtain back over the rail, you slip out of the dress and back into your regular clothes. The moment you step back out, you’re handing the golden gown back to Nancy, thanking her lowly again. You notice Kai has also taken the liberty to change, handing the aforementioned female his brother’s outfit once more.

“I’ll be by later to pick them up,” you say, seeing her nod her head as she retreats back to her sewing machine for the moment.

Without another word, the two of you leave the room.

The walk to the elevators is silent, a sort of tension filling the air between the both of you. A tension which finally boils to a head when the elevator doors open to reveal Jongin laughing along with Shinobu inside. Her one hand playfully smacks his shoulder as her other covers her lower face, attempting to stifle her giggles as he grins widely. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, her eyes shining with clear affection towards your husband.

Kai swears he sees red as he stands there, just as stiff as you as you both witness the scene before your very eyes.

Noticing the sudden tension around them, both Shinobu and Jongin turn their heads to see you and Kai standing there. Your expression remains unreadable, steeling your nerves as you step into the elevator with a curt nod to the other female. Kai, on the other hand, can barely control the shaking of his hands in anger.

The moment Shinobu scurries from the elevator, Kai is closing the distance between himself and his twin. His arm is pressed harshly across Jongin’s chest as he pins his younger brother to the back wall. 

The elevator doors slide closed.

“The fuck was that all about?” Kai hisses lowly. “Bailing on your wife to fucking flirt with your coworker? On fitting day, no less? Was that your fucking emergency?”

“Kai-“

Your somewhat exasperated reply gets cut off by Jongin shoving his twin off of him.

“You think I would be the one to cheat?” Jongin’s eyes widen slightly, his tone incredulous. “We just so happened to step into the elevator at the same time. Why are you always so adamant on finding something that isn’t there?”

“Maybe if you stopped acting like a fucking asshole, and treated you wife properly, I wouldn’t have to.” Kai spits, nothing but pure fury reflected in his gaze.

You can tell Jongin is about to reply, but your hands firmly pushing them apart stop him from going any further. You step between them, further separating the fire that continues to rage on between the two brothers.

“Enough.” You look from one male to the other. “We have a mission tomorrow, and the last thing we need is for you two to be at each other’s throats more so than usual.”

A brief silence where the tension crackles in the air like lightning before Kai is heaving a tremendous sigh.

“She’s right.” He takes a reluctant step back. “You should listen to your wife more often, it might just save your life.”

“Are you threatening me?” Jongin’s eyes are wild as he tilts his head at his brother.

“If you feel threatened, then by all means,” Kai gestures loosely towards Jongin.

Jongin’s lip part in retort before your sharp gaze is causing the words to catch in his throat. You turn to Kai.

“Thanks for covering for him today.” You say. “Him and I need to have a talk on the way home. See you tomorrow for the mission.”

Without another word, you’re hitting the button to open the elevator doors, a silent command for Kai to leave you and Jongin alone.

Reluctantly, the male exits the elevator, watching the doors close behind him with a look of pure irritation on his features. Irritation aimed directly at his twin, who only looks annoyed at this specific turn of events.

Clicking his tongue, Kai turns around. There’s not much for him to do for the moment, so he might as well release his anger doing something productive.

Heading to the shooting range, Kai rolls his shoulders. At least this way he can kill two birds with one stone: practice for the assassination tomorrow evening, and pretend he’s making his brother suffer as much as Jongin has made him throughout the years.

Oh, how Kai longs for the day where he can see that complete look of devastation wipe that smug grin from Jongin’s features. He’s fantasized how it would happen more times than he can count. The biggest being a scenario where you end up in his arms while Jongin is forced to reap the consequences of his actions. With how things are going, perhaps such a dream may come true sooner, rather than late.

Kai sighs, pulling out his favourite sniper rifle from the cage. At least once he’s done here he can prepare everything for tomorrow. After all, he never misses.

Meanwhile, back in the elevator, a tense silence settles over both you and Jongin as you ride down to the parking garage. Your arms are crossed over your chest as you refuse to so much as turn in your husband’s direction. The moment that familiar ding chimes and the doors open, you’re walking over to your car, an unreadable expression on your face.

“Come on, Darlin’,” Jongin flicks his bangs out his eyes, a look of annoyance on his features. “You seriously can’t be mad at me right now.”

“And why is that, Jongin?” You round on him, nothing but bitterness shining in your eyes as you stare at him from overtop of the car. “You left before sunrise, on a day where you knew we had somewhere to be. I understand you dislike fitting days, but do you realize what would have happened if you had been caught skipping again? Our line of work is already dangerous without having our own agency breathing down our necks and watching our every move. Do you want to be put on lockdown again?”

“We won’t be put on lockdown, again.” He sighs, exasperatedly while sliding into the passenger seat of the car. “Besides, Kai handled it just fine.”

Your nostrils flare as you move to sit in the drivers seat, slamming the door closed and pointedly starting the engine. “I’m lucky your brother even showed up.”

“Next time, you should just text him. He always seems to be at your beck and call, anyways.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, no.” You shoot him a glare out of the corner of your eyes as you pull out of the parking garage. “You don’t get to pull the jealous card here.”

“Me? Jealous of my brother?” Jongin nearly scoffs. “As if he would ever have a chance with you.”

“I don’t know, he looked remarkable in red.” You comment lowly, noticing how he stiffens almost immediately from your words. “Quite slick with his tongue, too.”

“How dare you-“

“You honest to god think I would ever cheat on you, Jongin?” Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as you merge onto the highway. “After everything I’ve told you that happened with my parents? On how I feel about the matter? You think I would be capable of inflicting that type of pain on a person I love?”

“Well, when you say things like that…”

“How do you think it makes me feel to see you arrive late to work with Shinobu of all people after you run out on me claiming there’s some ‘emergency’ you have to take care of?” You counter, noticing how he averts his gaze in shame in the next second. “Do you have any idea how that looks, not just to me, but to anyone aware of the situation? I know for a fact you claimed ‘emergency’ just because you don’t want to deal with Nancy’s subtle flirtations with you. I don’t blame you for being uncomfortable around her, but the least you could do is tell me where you are. I’m your goddamn wife for fuck’s sake! You think I don’t notice when my own husband is both being hit on, and is uncomfortable by it?”

“Then, why don’t you say anything to her?” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I do!” You exclaim, voice rising in pitch slightly. “I have, and when I did, you were the one who got mad at me for bringing it up!”

Of course, he didn’t get mad at you in front of her. Only once you were behind closed doors did he say to lay off of Nancy. Turns out your husband rather enjoys the attention, more so than the discomfort it causes him. Which is why you found Kai’s reassurance today, even if it was something as simple as backing you up while pretending to be your husband, so refreshing.

Before he can respond, you’re letting out a sigh through your nose. “Either way, it looks like you don’t have to worry about her flirting with you anymore. It seems as if she’s moving on to target your brother.”

“You say that as if it bothers you.” He mumbles lowly, refusing to meet your gaze as you pull off of the highway.

“Does it not bother you?” You cannot hide how appalled you sound. “He’s your brother, for god’s sake, Jongin! Kai deserves better than that, and you know it!”

“Then, why didn’t you marry him?” He snaps, slapping his hands onto his thighs in exasperation.

You go quiet, the silence deafening inside of the car.

You swallow thickly, keeping your voice low, “Because he’s not the one I fell in love with.”

You can feel him staring at you through the stillness that settles around the both of you.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.” His voice is low, averting his gaze back down to his lap.

“Well, I do.” You reply quite sharply. “I know you’ve always been insecure about your brother, Jongin. It’s just not fair that you take it out on me.”

He remains quiet for the rest of the drive, still staring down at his hands.

You’re right. He knows you’re right. He’s just too proud to admit it.

Kai has always been the better twin. Smarter, funnier, more popular. Jongin cannot help but get jealous, even if he hates to admit that he does. Everything Jongin does, he does for approval, but all it seems to do is irritate Kai. He thought that following in his brother’s footsteps would make the elder like him more, but no matter what he does, he can never seem to win. 

And now he’s pulled you into that mess.

The moment the car stills in the driveway, Jongin is stepping out wordlessly. He can hear the low sigh you let out behind him as he moves to unlock the front door. Only, it seems as if he’s misplaced his keys again.

You heave another sigh, louder this time as you pull out your own keys to unlock the front door. Once inside, the two of you each head your separate ways.

The rest of the afternoon and evening is spent like this, a tense sort of silence between the both of you. Sure, you’ve had fights before, but never anything like this. You know Kai has always been a touchy subject for Jongin, but he’s never gone so far as to avoid you when you bring him up. Perhaps you should talk to him after you get back from picking up your outfits for tomorrow.

Only, when you step back through the door, Jongin has up and disappeared on you again. At least this time he left a note.

Needed to sort out my head. Be back in time for mission.

Letting out a sigh, you retreat to your bedroom. You might as well get as much sleep as you can before tomorrow. You have a feeling you’re going to need it.

***

Jongin doesn’t return home until an hour before you’re supposed to leave for the ballet. He walks in to see you pacing near the front, already dressed and ready for the evening assassination.

You can see the words forming on his lips, but you raise a hand into the air to stop him. “Save it. You need to get ready.”

A solemn nod is all you receive in response as Jongin retreats to the bedroom. Not even forty minutes later, he reappears, fully dressed and ready to go. 

The button up he wears beneath his open blazer is slightly larger than it should be, the white material spilling out further than it should where it’s tucked into his pants. He struggles to fix it, and you can only click your tongue in response. Nancy adjusted his outfit based on Kai’s measurements yesterday, and Jongin’s brother just so happens to be the slightest bit buffer than he is.

The clothes still fit, just not as well as they should.

Looking upwards, you finally meet his gaze.

“I won’t ask you where you’ve been.” Your first real words to him since he’s gotten back. “Whatever you needed to sort out was your business. Just-“ you let out a somewhat sad sigh, “if this isn’t working out for you anymore, Jongin, all I ask is that you don’t string me along.”

Immediately, he’s shaking his head, closing the distance between the both of you in order to take your hands gently into his.

“I-“

The front door opens, and in steps Kai.

You drop Jongin’s hands. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Kai’s brow quirks, gaze darting between the both of you, “Am I interrupting something?”

Jongin is quick to recover, the corner of his lips quirking upwards as he huffs out a laugh, “Nothing of importance.”

He fails to see the way your entire demeanour falls, but Kai doesn’t. However, before the elder male can so much as ask if you’re okay, you’re walking past him.

“Let’s get this over with.” You mumble, grabbing your clutch from the front table and heading out the door.

Kai spares a brief glance over to his brother, of whom simply shrugs in response.

Letting out a deep sigh, Kai is quick to follow right behind you, shaking his head the whole while. Looks like his brother royally screwed up again, and of course, Kai will have to do damage control to clean up his mess.

As Jongin locks up, Kai takes this time to subtly lean into you.

“You look gorgeous, by the way.” He keeps his tone low, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as his eyes roam your figure.

You smile lightly. “Thank you.”

“Come on,” Jongin’s pointed huff draws both of your attention. “Let’s go.”

Silently, Kai watches as you both slide into the backseat of his car. He’s supposed to act as your chauffeur this evening, and drop you off at the venue before finding a place to safely park the car and assume his position. He just hopes you can all last the night.

About halfway through the drive, you get a call from Quincy.

“Have you heard the news?” Her gruff voice sounds through the speakers of your phone, allowing the two males to hear the conversation at her instruction.

“What news?” Kai’s brow furrows.

“Both Shinobu and Nancy were found dead in their homes this morning.” She says, and you cannot prevent the way your breath hitches in your throat. “We suspect it was Don Vanderleen’s men sending a warning to us before the events of tonight. You three be extra careful, and make sure you don’t fuck this up. The last thing we need is more of our good agents being taken down.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Your reply is somewhat breathless as she soon ends the call.

A heavy silence permeates the air between the three of you as you get closer to the theatre. The news is both sudden and shocking, causing your blood to run cold. You might not actually be prepared for what you’ve just gotten yourself into.

“Are you okay?” Jongin stares intently at you, reaching over to place a gentle hand over your own in your lap.

“Yeah.” You blink, seemingly focussing back in on the reality around you. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You fail to see the worried glance Kai sends you through the rearview mirror. Though, there’s something else hidden there, too. Something far more sinister than either of you two realize as his gaze shifts to the male offering you comforts from beside you.

“We’re almost there,” Kai states, somewhat roughly.

He clears his throat.

“The sooner we get this done, the better.” You sigh, eyes falling shut as you run a hand lightly over the side of your face. “Remember, if anything goes wrong, we rendezvous at the hotel across the street.”

“Right.” Both males respond at the same time, firmly nodding their heads once each.

Pulling up just outside of the theatre, you exhale a breath through your nose. Steeling your features into a look of determination, you motion for Jongin to exit the car.

“Let’s do this.”

The moment the car door opens, you can tell that Jongin has slipped into his persona for the evening. As he reaches back to help you exit the vehicle, you immediately do the same.

No longer are you both mister and missus Kim, but the Rover’s. Two souls madly in love with one another to the point of it becoming obnoxious to the people around you. People cannot help but to notice how you cling onto one another, giving you each the perfect alibi for when the time comes. You are to be inseparable. At least, to those around you.

Jongin is quick to wrap his arm around your waist as soon as you move to stand beside him. His touch is nothing but gentle, thumb smoothing over the material of your dress as he guides you inside. Each step is meticulous, your eyes subtly scanning the crowd for potential targets, security, and escapes routes. You all may have planned for this evening, but that doesn’t mean something couldn’t go very wrong.

Stepping up to the entrance, Jongin is quick to pull the two tickets reserved for the both of you out of the inside of his suit jacket. Wordlessly, he hands them to the concierge, whispering lowly how excited he is to spend the night with his beautiful wife.

You giggle at this, leaning in to him and placing a hand on his chest. Your own reply is low as you tell him it’s because you’re finally able to spend some time with your handsome husband that you’re able to look this good for him.

The way the concierge smiles tightly at you both while handing you both your tickets says it all. At least the act is believable.

“Enjoy the show.” He comments lowly, eyes pleading for the two of you to hurry inside.

“Oh, believe me,” your painted lips curl upwards in a sultry grin. “We will.”

You swear that were the poor man not working, he would have gagged at the way you giggle after your own words. You can tell he’s relieved to be rid of you as he holds the door open for the both of you to slip inside, nearly chuckling to yourself at his tight expression as soon as you’re passed him.

Jongin’s grip tightens slightly around your waist.

“There he is.” He leans in once more to whisper lowly in your ear, motioning to the side with his chin.

Shifting your gaze, you follow in the direction he’s pointed you in. A blink, and you see your target standing by the complimentary bar. A glass of wine rests in his grubby hands, high profile women and men surrounding him on either side. A boisterous laugh escapes him, his dark hair slicked back with grease as a wolfish grin tugs at his lips. Even from here, you can see the sheen of sweat that paints his flushed skin, and you nearly gag.

“I just hope I don’t get a single drop of that man’s vile blood on me tonight, but I know that’s just wishful thinking.” You mutter, disgust pulling at your features.

“You and me both, Darlin’.” Jongin replies, holding you tighter against him. “Are you ready?”

“If we didn’t have to interact with him all night, I would count myself blessed.” You exhale sharply through your nose. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Jongin squeezes your waist reassuringly as he begins to lead you both over to that group of investors surrounding Don Vanderleen. A group which your agency painstakingly infiltrated to make both you and Jongin a part of as the Rover’s.

“Good evening, Mister Vanderleen,” you cut in smoothly into the conversation, drawing everybody’s attention as you extend your hand out for him to shake. “It’s an honour to make your acquaintance.”

Recognition flashes in his eyes, and immediately he’s reaching out to grasp your hand in his own. Only, instead of shaking it, he brings the back up to his lips, placing what you’re sure is supposed to be a delicate kiss onto your skin.

You nearly grimace at the moist feeling left lingering on your hand, resisting the urge to wipe off the residue of the kiss this vile excuse of a man has given you. Hell, even Jongin tenses beside you.

“Ah, yes,” he hums, nodding firmly in Jongin’s direction. “You must be the Rover’s. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all ours,” Jongin replies, forcing a polite smile onto his lips.

“Once my dear hubby told me about the opportunities our investments could lead to with you, I couldn’t wait to meet you.” Your voice portrays the perfect mix of both enthusiasm and excitement. “He said you’d have further information for us on what this grants us in shares tonight?”

Vanderleen laughs at this, his whole chest shaking as the people around you all chuckle.

“Someone’s a little eager lily,” he grins, but it only serves to make you feel unnerved. You don’t particularly enjoy the way he continues to eye you up and down, licking his lips as if he is ready to consume you at any moment. “I promise to let both you and your husband know everything you need to know when the time is right, little missy. Preferably when we’re somewhere a little more private.”

You smile your understanding, even if it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Still, it’s enough to fool the people standing around you.

You both fall into idle smalltalk after that, conversing with the rest of his supposed investors for the evening. That is, until the doors open, and everyone is filing into their respective seats.

Jongin and you follow Don Vanderleen all the way up to the special booth that has been reserved for you this evening. Only you, your husband, your target, and three others of Vanderleen’s party have been reserved for this balcony, making it much easier for you, Jongin, and Kai to do what you’ve come here to do.

The six seats rest three to a row, you and Jongin in front, while Vanderleen’s men file in the back. Unfortunately for you, the man of the hour decides to sit on your left, and he doesn’t seem to be that big of a fan of personal space.

The only thing separating you from the male beside you is the armrest, and you choose to angle yourself as far away from him as possible without drawing suspicion to yourself. Of course, with your covers, it’s easy for you to lean as close to Jongin as possible. It simply appears as you being unequivocally in love with him, but it becomes increasingly difficult not to twitch each time the man on your left ‘accidentally’ brushes against you in some way.

Clearing your throat, you steel yourself for talking to this man once more.

“We’re somewhere more private now, Sir Vanderleen,” you comment. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Please,” he leans in closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol clinging to his rancid breath. You nearly gag. “Call me Don.”

“Alright then,” you smile politely, eyes crinkling, “Don.”

You swear you see the man shiver before you.

“Well, as you know, my company handles many different aspects of many different industries.” The moment he sees you nod eagerly, he continues, “my business covers every domain you could possibly imagine: finances, political influences,” he purposely meets your gaze, “pleasure.”

You cannot prevent the way your eyes widen naturally at this.

“Ah, I see that has caught your interest.” He chuckles, his hand resting dangerously close to you on the armrest as his fingers curl around the wood. “I suppose I could let you in on the more private aspects of our company later on. After all, you seem like a very respectable woman who knows what she wants.”

“She certainly doesn’t take things for granted,” Jongin chimes in, his arm casually settling around your shoulders as he pulls you the slightest bit closer to him. “Unlike some people.”

Something within the other male’s eyes flash, but he backs off. For now.

“I see,” he hums, settling back into his seat. “I suppose that conversation will have to wait for a different time, then.”

The lights begin to dim, the orchestra picking up their instruments in preparation for the beginning of the show.

“I suppose so.” You hum, turning your attention to the front as you settle further into Jongin’s side.

It’s almost time.

The curtain rises, and the true event finally begins.

Near the end of act one, Jongin excuses himself to the men’s room just as planned. Only, you don’t expect Don Vanderleen to take this opportunity to lean further into you.

Casually, the male replaces where Jongin’s arm had been with his own, his wandering fingers dancing along the skin of your shoulder.

You nearly shiver in disgust.

“I’d say this is more private, wouldn’t you?” He grins, keeping his voice low as he closes the remaining distance between your bodies. “Perfect timing to talk about more personal matters, if you’d like.”

No, what you’d like is to continue watching the ballet. You wish for Jongin to hurry the fuck up with clearing out Vanderleen’s bodyguards from the booth, and to get as far away from this man before the bullets start flying. However, you know that that’s not what you came here to do. You nearly sigh, putting on an expression of pure curiosity instead as you turn to face the male beside you.

“Of course,” you reply, just as lowly. “I would like nothing more.”

“This one aspect is very dear to me, I hardly tell anyone about it unless I consider them truly worthy to hear it.” He meets your gaze, a sort of lull in the way he speaks to you, as if he were speaking to a child. “What I tell you stays between us, alright little missy? This is for your ears only.”

You nod your understanding, fingers tightening over one another as you hold them stiffly in your lap.

“You see, I only offer these positions to the utmost important people who have proved they are qualified to suit my needs.” He licks his lips, gaze shamelessly roaming down your front. “It’s a personal position which guarantees you’ll never have to worry about another thing in your life.”

You have to prevent yourself from clenching your teeth in anger. You know exactly where this is leading, for this is the exact same spiel he tells all the women he tricks into signing themselves over to him to be trafficked.

“You would be living a life of complete luxury, moving from one place to another, and visiting countries of your wildest dreams.” He continues, creeping closer with each word. “You would meet so many important dignitaries. Everyone would want to be you, and everyone would desire what you have.”

“Why, this offer sounds almost too good to refuse,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously.

Jongin sure is taking his sweet time. He should be back by now, right?

“You would be foolish not to accept.” He chuckles along with you. “After all, you’d never have to worry about anything ever again. I’d take care of all of it for you, and I’m a man who never goes back on my word.” His free hand comes to settle on your knee, and this time, you cannot prevent the shiver of disgust that trails down your spine. Only, he perceives it as something else. You can just tell from the way that he smirks. “Especially not when you’d be personally working for me.”

You absolutely despise the way he drawls those words out, his rancid breath tickling the shell of your ear.

Luckily, it’s at this point that Jongin finally returns, taking note of how stiff you sit while Don Vanderleen practically drapes himself over you.

Harshly, he clears his throat. “Am I interrupting something?”

Vanderleen smirks, pulling away from you rather slowly, “Not at all.”

“Don was just telling me all about a special opportunity he had for me,” you say innocently as Jongin sits back in his seat to your right.

You notice both males stiffen on either side of you.

“Missy, I thought we agreed that that was to stay between us.” There’s a sudden sharpness to his gaze that you do not fail to pick up on.

“Yes, but I don’t do anything without my loving husband.” You chuckle, leaning yourself further into Jongin’s side. Your gaze darts to him, and your eyes nearly widen at the small stain of red that smudges the collar of his white shirt. Thinking quickly, you angle yourself into him, lips pressing delicately against the material and leaving a bright red lipstick stain over the mark. You blink up at him innocently. “Isn’t that right, My Love.”

“Always, My Love.” Jongin purposefully meets Vanderleen’s gaze from over the top of your head as his arms pull you in closer. “I’m sure you’d do the same to protect what’s yours.”

Vanderleen’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance. “Undoubtably.”

The moment the male turns back to observe the stage, all hell breaks loose.

The sound of shattering glass is synonymous with the screams of terror that suddenly fill the venue as gunshots ring throughout. People panicking and running from their seats to the exits block every chance of escape, swarming the aisle as shouting reaches your ears.

A bullet just misses your shoulder.

A loud cry of pain from your left reaches your ears, and in the blink of an eye, you feel yourself be pulled down onto the ground on top of a body. Sparing a glance downwards reveals your husband clinging to your for dear life, a fear unlike ever before shining within his gaze. Blood seeps into the material of his blazer, staining his white shirt red beneath his black suit as he holds you above him. 

To the side, Don Vanderleen bleeds out. A cough escapes him, nothing but red falling from his lips and choking him out as he reaches towards you one final time before falling dead right before your very eyes.

Another gunshot is heard from above.

Scrambling to your feet, you duck for cover behind the wall of the balcony. Jongin follows right behind, using his body as a shield to cover you this time.

“Are you hurt?” He turns to you once you’re both out of range, checking you over for injuries.

You shake your head. “Are you?”

Your eyes catch on the red now staining his clothes and your breath hitches, hands scrambling to find the injury before he bleeds out.

“Don’t worry, Darlin’,” he assures you, gently stroking his hands down the sides of your arms despite the chaos erupting around you. “It’s not mine.”

His words only help to ease your worry a fraction.

“There was another sniper.” You comment lowly.

“Kai can handle it.” He states.

At the look you send him, he sighs.

“Fine.” Jongin removes his blazer, wrapping it securely around your shoulders. “You’ve done what you came here to do. I’ll go check on him, and then I’ll meet you at the hotel across the street. Okay?”

“But-“

“Darlin’,” there’s that same look of fear in his eyes from only a few minutes ago, “I almost lost you tonight. Don’t make me go through that again.”

A silent understanding passes between the both of you, and you recognize that he’s not just referring to tonight, but yesterday as well. That fight feels like so long ago now, given the circumstances of the evening. Yet, you still find yourself nodding your head.

“I promise to be as quick as I can.” He kisses your forehead briefly.

“Be safe,” you squeeze his hands gently. “I want to be able to watch the sunset with you.”

He smiles. “As long as you stay with me for the sunrise.”

A nod is all he receives from you before he’s disappearing around the corner. He can feel his heart pounding as he races to the roof, hoping beyond everything that you manage to get out safely, and that his brother is okay.

***

Looking back on it now, this is probably the second worst night of Kai’s entire life. Sure, the male has been in some tricky situations before, but none as harrowing as this one.

First, he had to watch you be even more loving towards his brother all evening. Then, he had to sit through that filth of a man coming onto you throughout the entirety of the second act of Swan Lake. He was so distracted by his anger, that he failed to see the second presence creeping onto the roof a little ways away from him. It wasn’t until he saw the reflection of the lights upon the sniper’s watch that Kai noticed the other male taking aim directly at you.

Kai saw red, his body moving on instinct at that. It nearly cost him the mission, but more importantly, your life.

What made the situation worse was when he watched his brother pull you on top of himself for protection. The bastard couldn’t even protect you properly, opting to sacrifice you to save himself.

Now, as he wrestles off the other sniper’s back-up, he finds himself gritting his teeth in frustration. He has no idea if you got out safely, or if you’re injured. The only thing he does know, is that that bastard Don Vanderleen is finally dead.

Like hell Kai would ever let that pathetic excuse of a human live after watching what he did to you tonight.

A gunshot sounds in the night air, and Kai swears he’s about to feel the worst pain of his life. Only, at the way the man on top of him falls limply to his side, he realizes that someone is here to aid him.

“Couldn’t handle a few measly little troopers?” Jongin’s familiar mocking tone calls out through the silence. “You’re losing your touch.”

“I was doing just fine until you showed up.” Kai responds gruffly, pushing himself back to his feet and noticing all of the other henchmen have been disposed of.

“Uh-huh,” Jongin hums knowingly, a quirk to his brow as he tosses the gun in his hand to the side. “Sure.”

Kai spares a glance at his brother, noticing the blood that stains his once pure white shirt. He freezes, eyes locking on that mark of bright red lipstick that practically glares at him from the collar of Jongin’s shirt.

“Is that-“ the words get stuck in his throat. He swallows.

At the way his elder twin keeps glancing at the blood on his shirt, Jongin is quick to understand what he’s asking.

“I know, right?” Jongin scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Disgusting. The bastard bled all over me.”

Kai nearly lunges at his brother, but he realizes Jongin isn’t actually talking about you. He clears his throat. “And our partner?”

“My wife is fine, thanks for asking.” Jongin replies, a dry huff escaping him. “You nearly missed by the way.”

“Yeah, well, I had my hands full.” Kai begins to quickly disassemble his rifle, storing it back in its case.

“Didn’t think a few weaklings like this could slow you down.” Jongin rolls his eyes.

“I was a little busy attempting not to blow the fucker’s brains out early for assaulting your wife.” Kai snaps, his patience growing thinner by the second. “While you were off eyeing the ballerinas, I was actually doing my job.”

“You think I would risk the mission to go peep on the performers?” Jongin’s voice is incredulous. “You really think I would cheat on my wife?” 

“Now that your other two hustles are dead, I assumed you were in the market for a new one.” Kai retorts, zipping up his rifle’s case quite pointedly before slinging it onto his back.

“Never thought you’d be one to disrespect the dead, but here we are.” Jongin shakes his head. “You are so adamant on making me into the bad guy, Kai, and I just don’t understand why.”

“How can I make you into something you already are?” Kai tilts his head, almost mockingly at his brother.

“What do you think I could have possibly done this time?” Jongin replies, throwing his hands into the air exasperatedly.

“I definitely didn’t think up you pulling your own goddamn wife on top of you when bullets started flying just so you could save your own skin!” Kai’s tone is harsh, nothing but pure anger pulling at his brow. “How about that conversation I walked in on tonight. Did you or did you not practically admit to her that she was unimportant? To your own wife, nonetheless. Not to mention the countless times you’ve ignored her needs in favour of your own. Do you even know how she feels when you flirt so openly with other people around her? I can’t imagine it feels good.”

“You know nothing, Kai,” Jongin seethes, his hands clenching into fists beside him. “Stop pretending that you do.”

“Don’t I?” Kai drops his bags, the material making a dull thunk as it hits the roof. “I’ve lived with you our whole lives, Jongin. I know when you’re lying, and I know for a fact that you don’t love her. If you did, you wouldn’t do half the shit that you do.”

“How dare you say that I don’t love her!” Jongin spits back, voice low and deadly. His eyes flash with the same intensity as his brother’s across from him, the air becoming thick with tension. “I love her more than anything in this godforsaken world!”

“Like hell you do!” Kai’s fury spikes, sanity close to snapping.

“What would you know of the matter? You don’t know half the shit I’ve done for her.” Jongin hisses through gritted teeth. “I made sure to kill every fucking doubt she’s had about our relationship recently. Doubts you don’t know anything about. There’s nothing, no one in this world that loves her more than I do. I would do anything for her, and that’s more than you can say.”

Kai goes so still, he swears that he’s stopped breathing. His mind races with all that tonight has offered him. Not even a second later, his entire body begins to tremble.

“You’re wrong.” His voice is low, deadly like the approach of an oncoming storm. Already, he can see his vision blurring, fading in and out as he attempts to ground himself. “There will always be one person who will love her, who can always love her, more.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jongin scoffs, crossing his arms in front of her chest. “And just who might that be?”

A beat of silence as the two males lock eyes from across the roof.

“Me.”

Without wasting another thought, the two males lunge.

***

His breathing is uneven as he stumbles down the hallway of the hotel. The stairs were a bit of a challenge, but he figured it’d be easier and less conspicuous than taking the elevator to the top floor. Even still, his lungs burn as he braces himself against the wall, chest heaving with every breath.

Blood drips down his face and onto the white of his shirt, nearly smudging against that perfect imprint of your lips on the collar. Blood that is no longer his own. Every time he closes his eyes, he can still hear the sound of his fist on flesh, bones cracking beneath his fingers as fabric tore upon his skin.

Out of the corner of his eye, a ring glints on his finger. The light from the fluorescents makes the golden band glow, and from that simple glance alone, he can feel his heart racing inside of his chest.

The only thought on his mind right now is you. 

He needs to find you. To make sure that you’re okay. To make sure that you’re safe.

His head spins, and he can barely see through his blurring vision. He doesn’t even know how he managed to get down from the roof of the theatre and make his way to the hotel across the street, but he did. All just to see you.

Stumbling to the door, he checks the room number once more. Seeing it’s the correct one this time, he begins to jostle the knob.

Locked.

A sigh heaves from his throat, resting his forehead against the dark wood separating you from him. 

If only he still had his key.

Movement heard on the other side of the door catches his attention. A moment later, and the lock is sliding out of place, the wood opening to reveal your face gazing upon him in worry.

“Jongin,” you seemingly breathe out a sigh of relief. “Leave it to you to lose your keys again.” You shake your head lightly, pulling him inside quickly. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Not even a minute later, you’ve sat the male on the bathroom counter, a towel held in your hands as you stand between his legs.

“I was worried about you, you know.” You dip the towel in some water before beginning to gently clean the blood from his face. “I didn’t think you would take so long.”

He clears his throat. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

His voice sounds a bit strained, tone a deeper than usual. You chalk that up to stress. He usually sounds this way when he’s tired.

“Are you okay?” You pause your movements to stare deeply into his eyes. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

He shakes his head, gaze flitting everywhere over your features as if to commit your concerned expression to memory.

“Good.” You smile lightly, continuing to clean the blood from his face. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still upset at you, by the way.”

“I’m sorry.” His response is immediate, hands coming up to cup your face gently as he meets your gaze. “For everything. I know I’m an asshole, and I can be selfish. The thought of losing you is just too difficult for me to bear, and after tonight I promise you I’ll be a better man. I’ll be the perfect husband from now on. I won’t make you doubt. I’ll treat you right, like you’ve always deserved.”

You quirk a brow, the corner of your lips twitching upwards slightly in amusement.

“Someone still in character?” You joke lightly, shifting the cloth to begin wiping the blood from his neck. There seems to be a small scrape near his left eyebrow, but it no longer appears to be bleeding.

Softly, he releases his hold on your face, grabbing your wrist in his one hand to halt your movements.

“Tonight has just made me realize that I need to stop taking things for granted, especially you.” He replies earnestly. “Every day, I count myself lucky that a sinner like me has been blessed to love an angel like you.”

Your eyebrows raise in amusement. “I thought you didn’t like all that religious talk?”

He hums, pulling you the slightest bit closer to wrap his arms around your waist. If only you could hear just how fast his heart is racing. “I think I can make an exception just this once.”

“I should mark the calendar.” You tease, poking his chest. “You finally admitted your faults for once.”

His lips part dramatically. “But Darling, you know that I’m already perfect.”

“There he is,” you chuckle, shoving him playfully.

“Who?” He quirks a brow.

“My loving husband, of course.” You grin, rolling your eyes lightly.

His lips part, and he pulls you flush against his chest. Tightly, he holds you to him, his face buried into the side of your neck as his whole body shakes.

“Jongin, what’s gotten into you tonight?” You pat his back warily. “You’re awfully affectionate.”

“I told you,” he whispers lowly, “I need to appreciate what I have before it’s gone.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You gently begin to card your fingers through his hair, hearing him hum lightly in response. “Not that easily.”

His grip tightens around your waist, absolutely revelling in this moment here with you. “I don’t deserve you.”

Immediately, you pull away to look into his eyes, a somewhat stern look on your face. “Don’t start that again.”

“What?” His brow furrows the slightest bit in confusion.

“Saying that you’re unworthy of my love.” This time, it’s you who cups his face in your hands. “You are more than worthy, Baby. Don’t ever forget that.”

You notice tears begin to well in his eyes, spilling over in the next moment. Tears which you are quick to brush away.

“You know, sometimes I cannot help but wonder,” you hum, noticing you have his complete and utter attention, “would you still have proposed if you didn’t think your brother approved of me?”

The way he tenses slightly, breath seemingly hitching in his throat has you smiling reassuringly at him.

“I know how desperately you long for his approval, Jongin, and I know that’s why you act out sometimes,” you keep your voice low. “Know that you don’t need his approval for anything. He probably doesn’t need yours, so don’t worry about his.”

All the male before you can do is blink.

“I’m proud of who you are.” You tell him, finally finishing wiping the blood from his skin. “I hope that counts for something.”

“It counts for everything,” he breathes, thumbs stroking languidly against the skin of your hips.

Again, you smile, placing the used towel in the hamper provided for you beside the sink.

“He’s okay, though, right?” You search his features, noting the irritated twitch of his brow. “You managed to find him on the roof?”

“I didn’t see him,” he replies, somewhat gruffly.

Your head tilts slightly, brow furrowing in worry. “I thought the whole reason I sent you up to the roof in the first place was so you could make sure he was okay.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Darling.” A sigh escapes him through his nose. “It’s not like he hasn’t up and disappeared on you before.”

“On us, Jongin.” Your frown deepens, turning to exit the bathroom. “Maybe I should call him just in case.”

A hand on your wrist stops you.

“Why do you care so much about him, anyways?” There’s something shining behind his eyes that you don’t quite understand, but you turn around to face him regardless.

“I thought we talked about this, Jongin.” You sigh lowly. “Kai is still your brother. I care about him in the same ways I know you care about him. Even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you worry about him.”

“He didn’t care about me.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” You meet his gaze with a stern one of your own. “Your brother-“

“Can we please stop talking about my brother?” The exasperation is clear in his voice as he practically pleads with you using his eyes.

Your expression softens, “Of course, Baby.”

The male seemingly breathes a sigh a relief, releasing his hold on your wrist not even a moment later.

“Why don’t you grab a shower, and then we can head to bed?” You turn to the cabinet to pull out a fresh set of towels. “We’ve both had a long day.”

“Will you join me?” Before he can stop himself, the words are out of his mouth.

Turning to look at him from over your shoulder, you smile, repeating your words from a mere minute earlier, “Of course, Baby.”

Grabbing another set of fresh towels, you place them both on top of the counter. Even though you already showered off before he returned, you don’t mind joining your husband one bit. Besides, he looks like he could use your company.

By the time you’ve turned back around, he’s already undone all the buttons on his shirt, his torso on full display. You couldn’t really tell before, but it’s as if his shirt suddenly had fit him better, unlike at the beginning of the evening. Either way, you shamelessly trail your gaze over his front, watching with a darkening gaze as he begins to unbuckle his belt.

The way his breath hitches as he looks up to see you already staring at him with hooded eyes does not go unnoticed by you.

“What?” The corner of your lips quirk upwards. “Am I not allowed to admire my husband from time to time?”

He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. “You can admire me anytime you’d like, Darling.”

A tender smile is all he receives from you in response as you move to turn on the shower. Testing the water, you make sure it’s a desirable temperature before ridding yourself of your own clothes.

The whole time you strip, you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You can feel your whole body warm beneath his stare, even more so when you turn to face him.

There he stands, looking completely mesmerized by you. He’s gazing at you as if you hung each and every single star in the night sky personally just for him, his eyes shining with the deepest form of admiration you’ve ever seen him give you. It makes you feel shy, darting your gaze to the side briefly to avoid the intensity of his own.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You mumble, stepping into the shower shortly afterwards.

He follows right behind, humming lightly. “Like what?”

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before,” you chuckle, turning to face him and poking him lightly on his chest.

He stands beneath the spray of water, feeling it cascade down the planes of his back as he meets your gaze. He quirks a brow, never shifting his eyes from your own for one second, “Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful goddess that has chosen to fully reveal herself to a sinner like me?”

You can feel your cheeks heating, and you know it’s not from the steam of the shower. “Again with the religious talk?”

“Maybe I’m a changed man.” He grins, hands finding purchase gently on your hips, but never wandering.

A fact which you find quite peculiar at the moment, for you know Jongin would take every and any opportunity to squeeze your ass while you’re both naked in the shower.

“You’re certainly acting like it,” your hands settle on the skin of his shoulders, sliding upwards to caress his neck, followed immediately by you cupping his face gingerly as you stare into his eyes.

“I thought I told you that I was going to start appreciating you more.” He hums knowingly. “After all, you deserve no less.”

Again, your brow quirks teasingly. “Okay, Mister Rover.”

He simply smiles in response, the familiar crinkling of his eyes offering you comfort during this time.

Nothing more is said between the both of you as you wash each other beneath the warmth of the water. Every touch is careful, tender in the way his fingers caress your skin. What’s even more surprising is that he watches your reactions carefully, never lingering too long on your ass or your breasts more than is necessary. A stark contrast to what you’re used to with him, but it’s quite nice for a change. Refreshing, in a way. Something you have always longed for with him.

Softly, your fingers massage his scalp as you wash his hair. His eyes flutter shut, absolutely revealing in such a tender moment with you here in time.

All too soon, you’re both stepping out of the shower. You hand him one of the towels as you begin to dry yourself off, noticing how his gaze still never leaves your form. Only, his gentle touch halts you before you can get very far.

“Here,” he takes the towel from your hands, his already secured around his waist as water droplets cascade down his chest. “Let me.”

His touch is soft as the plushness of the towel caresses your form. He starts at your shoulders, sliding the cloth down each arm individually before bringing your hands up to place a kiss upon the back of them both times. Then, he’s moving down your torso, thumbs smoothing over the fabric as he dries your chest. The way he cups your breasts is so tender, your nipples hardening from his ministrations as you nearly let out a low moan.

He steps closer.

Everywhere that towel graces your skin, his loving gaze is quick to follow. There is not a single part of you that goes untouched, that he has not touched before, but this is the most intimate moment you think you’ve ever shared with him. Never has he caressed you like this before. Hell, never has he gazed upon you like this before.

Selfishly, you never want it to stop.

The sound of the towel being dropped onto the floor draws your attention. His hands rest on your waist, fingers trembling against your skin as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“You are perfect in every way, Darling. Did you know that? Perfect, and so, so, so, so, so beautiful.”His voice is barely above a whisper, but you still hear him loud and clear. He sighs your name so tenderly, as if it is a gospel upon his lips and only you can offer him rapture. “I love you. So goddamn much.”

Your expression softens, hand coming up to cup the side of his face as you stare down at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

“Please, Darling,” his grip tightens ever so faintly around your waist, “may I touch you? May I kiss you, and make love to you like you’ve always deserved? I want to treat you right, and make you feel good. Tonight, it’s all about you.”

Your heart positively flutters at his words, breath catching in your throat.

“Please?” He’s close to begging at this point, but he doesn’t care. This night has already been everything that he could have ever asked for, and so much more.

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, your heart swelling in your chest. He actually asked this time.

The answer escapes you before you even have the chance to think about it, tears of content welling in your eyes. 

“Yes.” You nod vigorously. “Yes, you may.”

The smile that stretches across his features is nothing short of brilliant, staring up at you with nothing but awe reflected in his gaze. Slowly, his hands slide down your waist, settling onto the sides of your thighs as he leans into you.

Softly, he places his lips upon your skin. Starting at about your mid-thigh, he takes his time trailing gentle kisses up your body, hands holding you steady. You cannot tell who’s shaking more, you or him, but at the feeling of his tongue darting out to soothe over your skin, you find that you don’t particularly care.

Each press of his lips against you is meticulous, nothing more than a gentle caress as he ascends your figure, muttering praises all the while.

“Your curves are hypnotizing, Darling.” He breathes against your skin, hands trailing along your sides as if to emphasize his words. 

“I adore your thighs. They’re so soft and warm, and attached to the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen.” He brings his one hand down to give your flesh an appreciative squeeze, fingers sinking delicately into your skin.

Gently, his hands find purchase on your waist once more as he trails kisses all along your stomach, breathing deepening with each one. The press of his lips becomes more desperate with every meeting against your flesh, beginning to sensually lave his mouth over you the further upwards he gets.

Darting his gaze upwards, he sees you already staring down at him with hooded eyes. Your breathing has deepened, and your lips are slightly parted. What makes this moment even better is the way your hand comes up to lightly begin threading your fingers through his still damp hair.

He hums, licking a strip up your body starting from your mid-torso to between your breasts. Gently, he nuzzles against your chest, nose brushing against your skin as he moves to settle his face into the side of your neck.

“There isn’t a part of you that has not captivated me from the very first glance,” he whispers lowly against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “I’m sorry that it has taken me this long to be able to fully appreciate you, Darling.”

You’re sure he can feel the way your heart stutters from his words alone, feeling him smile against the skin of your neck.

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. “Shall we move this to the bed?”

This time, there is no mistaking the way he smiles as he pulls back to stare lovingly into your eyes. “I would love nothing more.”

Grasping your hand in his, he leads you out of the bathroom. His towel has long since fallen from his hips, and you take the time to admire his broad backside as he walks back out into the main area of the room.

To the side, your dress hangs. Not a single spec of blood can be seen, juxtaposed to the black suit jacket which had dripped a lethargic pool of red onto the floor.

“You know,” you hum, drawing his attention to you once more as your eyes shine playfully, “my husband’s got a nice ass.”

The corners of his lips quirk upwards slowly, mirth dancing in his orbs as he helps you settle onto the bed. “It matches my wife’s perfect one.”

You slap his arm lightly as he craws over you, grins dancing on both of your features. 

“Jongin!”

You swear the male above you flinches, but before you can say anything, his forehead pressing against your own draws your attention.

“I would prefer if you didn’t call me that tonight, Darling.” His voice is but a quiet whisper upon your ears.

You blink, tilting your head slightly in curiosity. This isn’t the first time he’s wanted you to call him something else in the bedroom, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. “Then, what would you like me to call you tonight, Baby?”

He takes a moment before he answers, and you cannot tell if it’s in hesitation, or if he actually has to think about it.

“My Love.” He finally seems to settle on a response. “I want you to call me yours. Your one and only. Your love.”

You smile softly, fingers back to threading through his hair. “I can do that.”

The way his eyes light up in excitement makes you chuckle fondly.

“As long as you do the same for me.” 

You can feel the way his semi-erect cock twitches against the skin of your thigh from your words.

“I would love nothing more.” His voice is breathless, the deepest of affections shining within his gaze.

“Oh?” You quirk a brow at this, a teasing lilt to your tone. “And here I was thinking I’d have to beg you for it like the last time.”

He tilts his head slightly, amusement dancing on his features. Though, you swear you see his eyebrow twitch.

“I thought you didn’t like using those types of endearments in the bedroom?” Your expression is nothing but playful as your fingers still in his hair.

“Changed man, remember?” He grins, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead. “I said I would take care of you, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. In every and any way imaginable.”

“I suppose so,” you hum, pulling him closer into you.

“Now, My Love,” he stares deeply into your eyes as he licks his lips, gaze darting down to your own briefly, “may I kiss you?”

Once more, your heart swells inside of your chest, a pleasant warmth flooding your veins. You nod your head, “You may.”

His lips are on your own without another thought, pouring everything he is into the kiss. His one hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking tenderly against your skin as he slowly grinds himself into you. The way you moan into his mouth makes his head spin.

Reluctantly, he parts from your lips, trailing his own back down your neck. Lightly, he nips at your skin, sucking gently until he finds that one spot that has you moaning for him again. Once he finds it, he cannot help but smile, laving his tongue over your flesh before suckling at the spot eagerly.

Sensually, he places open mouthed kisses all along your collarbones and down your chest. His hands hold onto your waist firmly, grounding him to you and the beautiful reality before him. His thumbs barely ghost along the undersides of your breasts, yet still, he waits for your permission.

The moment you nod, practically begging him with your eyes to touch you, his hands are on your breasts. Eagerly, he palms the tender flesh, giving them each an appreciative squeeze as he trails more open mouthed kisses between them. His thumbs move to trace over your pert nipples, circling them gently as he moans against your skin.

“So beautiful,” he trails kisses over the swell of your one breast, tongue darting out to trace over the same path shortly after. He gives them another appreciative squeeze. “So soft.”

Carefully, his mouth envelopes your one nipple, sucking eagerly at the pert bud. His tongue flicks over your skin, moaning around you as he feels you arch into his touch.

He can never get enough.

Reluctantly, he parts from you only to languidly trail open mouthed kisses to your other breast. Of course, he makes sure to give your other nipple the same amount of attention, rolling the one he’s just parted from slowly between his thumb and index finger.

“My Love,” the blissful sigh you breathe out has him twitching against you once more, his heart stuttering inside of his chest.

He moans, grinding his hips into your own and letting you feel every inch of his hard cock pressed against you.

Your breath hitches, tossing your head back as your eyes flutter shut.

“Do you feel that, My Love?” His voice is low, airy as he continues to nip at the tender skin of your breast all the while. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How hard you always make me, even just from the thought of you? You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Baby,” your grip tightens in his hair, pulling him closer into you. “Kiss me.”

Who is he to deny the one he loves?

In an instant, his lips are back on your own. Tenderly, his tongue caresses yours, holding you close as he continues to grind himself into you. The movement of his hips are almost synonymous with the movement of his tongue, sensually meeting yours every time.

Each sound you make, every reaction you give him, he absolutely revels in. The fact that he is the one to elicit such sinful sounds, such beautiful reactions from you, has a warmth unlike any other flooding his chest. Still, his head spins and his heart races, hands continuing to explore your body eagerly, yet sensually at the same time.

The moment he feels you wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him in closer, he nearly comes on the spot. Only, the feeling of you pushing on his chest halts his every move.

“What are you doing?” His brow furrows as he pulls away the slightest bit to look at you.

“This is usually around the time where you tell me to suck you off, is it not?” You blink up at him, brow furrowing in mild confusion. “Do you not want me to?”

He practically stares down at you, dumbfounded. A moment later, he’s blinking quite rapidly, as if coming back to the reality before him.

“I thought I told you that tonight is all about you,” he can tell that his answer catches you off guard, for now, you are the one staring at him in mild shock. “Besides, I’d rather see you falling apart on my tongue.”

You blink at him a few times, as if in a daze. “You want to eat me out?”

“More than anything,” he practically pants out his answer, chest heaving as he slowly begins to descend your body. His eyes are dark, locked on your face as he places wet, open mouthed kisses against your skin the whole while. Once he’s settled between your legs, he licks his lips, hands eagerly spreading you open for him as his fingers dig into the skin of your thighs. “You don’t know how long I’ve been dying for a taste.”

Your breath hitches, and your thighs twitch, feeling yourself clench around nothing from his words alone. A movement which you know he picks up on, for you can see the way his lips tug upwards smugly as his dark eyes dart to your core.

“I thought-“ you blink your surprise away, “I thought you didn’t like giving head?”

He licks his lips, pulling you in closer as he meets your gaze.

“I lied.”

The second those words escape him, his lips are on you, and the way your whole body shudders does not go unnoticed by him. He smirks, hearing you sigh in pleasure.

A loud moan falls from him as his tongue drags through your wet folds, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Gently, he laves his entire mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly at your essence all the while. Each movement of his tongue is precise, parting your folds only to flick at your swollen clit in the next moment. He is shameless, and messy, slurping at your wetness as he pulls you closer into him.

The whole time, he never breaks eye contact with you. The heat from his gaze travels straight to your core, and you cannot help the way you clench around his tongue as he circles your lower lips. You can feel the tips of his fingers digging into your skin, holding you down as his nails prick your hips. A sensation unlike anything you’ve felt with him before.

His plump lips kiss over your clit, the ghost of his touch sending little jolts of electricity racing up your spine. Not even a moment later, he wraps them around that pert little bud, suckling as he flicks his tongue over you once more.

You cannot help it. Your one hand moves to tangle in his hair, hips shifting against his mouth with his every movement. Your eyes flutter shut, breathless moans escaping you as the wet sounds of his mouth fully devouring you reach your ears. He seems to be enjoying this even more than you are, and you can feel yourself clenching just from that thought alone.

“So fucking sweet, Baby,” he moans directly over your core, the vibrations sending pleasant tingles up your spine. “Best I’ll ever have.” Something within his eyes flash. “Only one I’ll ever need.”

A moan of his name nearly escapes you, but you catch yourself just in time. The last time you disobeyed his wishes in the bedroom, he left you high and dry for weeks. The last thing you want is for him to stop now. Not when he’s finally eating you out like you’ve always dreamed about. Just like you’ve always wanted him to. Especially not when he’s getting this lost in your pussy.

“Fuck, My Love, just like that,” you sigh, nothing but bliss pulling at your features as you tug him in closer by his hair.

He moans, tongue lapping eagerly at your juices which continuously flow from you like the sweetest nectar he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. He never wants this to end, becoming addicted to the desperate way your hips grind against his mouth, seeking more of him.

His grip tightens, moans bordering on low growls as his dark eyes consume every reaction you give him. Slowly, he begins grinding himself down on the mattress, seeking any sort of friction to relieve the aching of his hard cock. Seeing you like this, and knowing you’re seconds away from falling apart because of him and him alone has his head spinning. 

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, feeling the way your essence begins to drip down his chin as he becomes drunk on you. His arms are wrapped around your legs, thighs tossed over his shoulders as he pulls you in closer. His grip is desperate, as if you might disappear from him at any moment, only emphasized by the eager way he sucks your clit back between his lips. Not even a second later, he’s shaking his head lightly from side to side, mouth eagerly consuming every drop you have to offer him.

“Fuck yes- just like that,” your voice is airy, lips parting as your moans begin to increase in pitch. Your eyes squeeze shut in bliss. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

The deepest of browns gaze at you with nothing but tender love and affection, pleading you with his eyes to fall apart. He’s just as desperate as you are, moaning against you unabashedly with each movement of his lips. Every flick of his tongue is precise, focussing all his attention to your clit now, and begging you to come for him, even without saying it.

His one hand reaches up to intertwine your fingers of your free hand with his own. Gently, he squeezes them, reassuring you that he’s right here, and that you can let yourself go. He needs to see you fall apart for him. Because of him. Him, and only him.

Not even ten seconds later, you do.

Your thighs tremble as your back arches off of the bed, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm crashes into you. A loud moan escapes you, hands subconsciously tightening their holds on him for support as your entire body thrums with pleasure. The euphoric sensation is unlike anything that you’ve felt before, and you can feel yourself rhythmically clenching around nothing as you come down from your high.

Languidly, he hums between your legs, loving how he can feel them continuing to shake around his head as he laps gently at your cunt. No drop is to go to waste, needing to clean up the mess he’s made of you, and making sure he does so well. Only when he begins to feel you lightly pushing his head away from your quivering entrance does he pull away from you.

He meets your gaze, a primal sort of lust shining within his own as he licks his lips.

“Goddamn addictive, you know that?” He places tender kisses onto the skin of your inner thigh, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh all the while. “I have half the mind to tell you to sit on my face right this very second so I can continue getting lost in this beautiful pussy of yours, Darling.”

The way you clench from his words alone does not go unnoticed by him.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, My Love?” The grin that pulls at his lips, still shining with your essence, is nothing short of feral. “Smothering me with your dripping cunt so I have no choice but to give you the loving you deserve.”

Your chest heaves with each breath, your eyes searching his own as your lips remain parted. “You’ve been holding out on me this whole goddamn time? Who knew you were this desperate for my pussy.”

“I’m always desperate for you, My Love. In any and every way possible.” He hums, kissing his way back up your body until he can nuzzle his face back into the side of your neck, nipping at the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to show you.”

“You’re showing me now, and that’s all that matters.” You bring a hand up to cup his cheek tenderly, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch.

“I’m here now, and you never have to worry about anything ever again.” His eyes flutter shut, a content sigh escaping him. A moment later, he’s turned his head, placing a gentle kiss upon the palm of your hand. His eyes open, and your breath hitches as the darkness you can see swirling within. “Now, let me love you like you’ve always deserved.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, sensually moving against you as he shifts his hips to fully settle between your legs. Naturally, your thighs part to offer him unrestricted access, soft hums falling from you as you pull him in closer. You part only to begin trailing your own lips down his neck, biting and suckling on his skin as his breathing deepens.

“Baby,” the soft drawl from your lips catches his attention, “you’ve already done so much for me tonight. Won’t you let me love you, too?”

A guttural groan escapes him, head falling forward so that his forehead rests against yours.

“Lay on your back, Baby,” your hands slide tenderly down his spine as you move to flip your positions. “Just relax, and let me take care of you.”

The way his honeyed locks look splayed out on the pillow accentuate his golden features beautifully. His warm, brown eyes reflect nothing but awe and love as he stares up at you, his lips parting with every breath that falls from them.

“I thought-“

“Shh,” you bring a finger to his lips, your own tugging upwards in a sultry grin, “This is still about me. Only now, I wish to please my husband just as he has pleased me.”

A shudder wracks his entire body, a moan tumbling from his lips at your words.

You smile.

Gently, your fingers begin to dance along the skin of his chest, nails teasingly raking down his torso as you sit above him. Just as he did with you, you begin placing kisses all over his tanned skin, biting your marks for all to see.

“You’re so handsome, Baby,” your tongue comes out to soothe over a particularly harsh bite you’ve just given him. Not that he seems to mind from the way he’s keening beneath you. “Always looking as if you were sculpted by the gods, and all just for me.”

You feel his cock twitch beneath you as he moans shamelessly, “Just for you.”

Slowly, your hands trail up his sides, feeling the way he shivers beneath your touch. At the same time, you begin to grind yourself down onto his aching cock, hearing how he moans for you as you do so.

Without wasting another moment, you take his hard cock into your hand, pumping him a few times as you line him up with your entrance. You tease him, dragging the head through your wet folds a few times before you purposely grind the tip against your clit. The way his fingers dig into your skin says it all.

“Please, Darling,” his chest heaves with every breath, barely able to hold himself together, “Don’t tease me like that.”

The corner of your lips twitch upwards, beginning to sink yourself down on his cock. Still, you cannot help but to tease him, sliding yourself a few inches down, only to lift yourself back off of him shortly after. Each time you do this, you sink lower and lower, noticing how his gaze rests transfixed on the space where your two bodies meet. His breathing comes in jagged pants, clinging onto you for dear life.

Finally, you decide he’s had enough teasing for now, and you slide all the way down. The way he feels fully sheathed inside of you has moans falling from both of your lips, your warm walls pulsing around him almost in time with his heartbeat.

Did he suddenly get bigger? The stretch you’re so used too feels the slightest bit different, as if his cock is even thicker than you remember. Perhaps he’s just that hard.

The feeling of his thumbs stroking lightly over the skin of your thighs grounds you back to the reality before you. His touch is nothing short of tender, and you cannot help the way your heart races from that fact alone.

“Are you okay, Darling?” There’s nothing but deep affection shining within his gaze as he look up at you in awe.

You nod your head. “Are you okay, My Love?”

“Never better.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides as you feel him throbbing within you. “You can move whenever you’re ready, Darling.”

The only response he gets from you is the twitching of your lips upwards before your hips are shifting against his own.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head for the second time tonight, his fingers pressing desperately into your skin. The feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in, your essence dripping down his shaft and onto his skin makes his head spin.

He did this to you. Only he can make you feel this way, and for that, he could not be prouder than he is in this very moment. Only he knows how to please you in such intimate, intricate ways. Ways he’s only every dreamed about.

Finally, all of his wishes are coming true.

He meets your gaze.

“I love you.” His voice is breathless, his own touch gentle on your hips as he helps to guide your movements over him. “I love you so fucking much.”

Again, you smile, humming to yourself as you look down at him in adoration. “I know.”

“Do you-“ he swallows thickly, “Do you love me, too?”

Your expression softens, slowing your pace for the moment. “You know that I do.”

“Say it.” His words are a near whimper on his lips. “Please, My Love, I need to hear you say it.”

“Baby-“

“Say you love me.” His grip tightens, almost desperately on your hips. “Even if it’s just for tonight. Please, say you love me.”

You cup his face in your hands, leaning over him as you stare deeply into his eyes.

“I am so in love with you, Baby.” You breathe out, stilling above him. “And I don’t think I could ever stop.”

“I never want you to stop.” His hands begin to creep up your back, pulling you flush against him.

“Then, I won’t.” You hum, placing a kiss right above his racing heart.

“Please, My Love,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights off his tears for the time being. “Say it again.”

Immediately, you comply. “I love you, Baby.”

He flips your positions, sensually grinding his hips into yours as he moans lowly.

“One more-” He pleads, voice catching in his throat. He rest his forehead against your own as his one hand comes up to intertwine with yours. “One more time.”

“I love you.”

Slowly, his hips roll into your own, letting you feel every inch of his cock pressing against your walls with every movement he makes. He’s in no rush, wanting to savour this moment, this feeling here with you for as long as he can. This is everything that he’s ever wanted, and so much more. Finally, he gets to experience it with you.

After all, everything that he is, everything that he does, is for you.

Blissful sighs escape you with each movement of his hips, only emphasized by the way he grinds himself into you each time he’s fully sheathed inside of you once more. His one hand holds onto your own desperately, fingers interlaced with yours as he presses his body against you in every way that he knows how.

A single touch isn’t enough, he needs to feel all of you. A simple glance is too fleeting, he needs to have your attention focussed only on him at all times.

“Look at me, Baby,” his deep voice draws your gaze to his own. “Keep your eyes on me.”

A choked whimper escapes you, your free hand desperately clawing at his back to draw him in closer to you. 

The feeling of your nails raking over his shoulders is a sensation unlike any other, and it has him twitching inside of you yet again. He can never get enough of you. Nothing will ever be enough. Not when it comes to you.

“You’re so pretty,” he nips lightly at your jawline, thrusts becoming the slightest bit sharper as he continues to grind himself into you. “So pretty spread out beneath me, letting me take care of you like this.”

A gasp escapes your lips as the head of his cock brushes against such a tender spot within you.

“Oh? Is that it?” He shifts his hips, angling his cock to grind against that spot once more. The way you keen into him, walls clenching involuntarily around him has a smile tugging at his features. “Am I making you feel good, Baby?”

“So good,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as he continues to sensually roll his hips into yours. Your breath hitches, “Yes, just like that.”

Softly, he begins to press kisses against your skin, tongue soothing over everywhere he can as he claims you in every way he knows how.

“So beautiful for me,” he hums. “Letting me take care of you like this.”

He can tell there’s a word beginning to form on your lips, but you bite them to keep it from spilling out. He bites down the slightest bit harder on your neck, thrusts increasing in pace as he desperately needs to hear you say it.

“Go on, My Love,” he encourages lowly. “Let it out. Let it all out.”

A desperate moan escapes you, pulling him closer. “Mine.”

His hips stutter against your own, a deep, guttural groan escaping him as his brow furrows. His heart feels as if it’s about to beat right out of his chest, grip growing all the more tighter on your body.

“Yours, Baby.” His head falls against your own as he snaps his hips into your own a little more sharply now. “All yours, and I always will be.”

Your breath hitches at that, and he notices you staring at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“Am I-“ your voice is small, innocent, as if suddenly uncertain of yourself. “Am I yours?”

His heart swells inside of his chest, a loving smile pulling at his features.

“Forever, Baby.” He kisses you, pouring everything he is into the movement of his lips against your own. Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own. “You will always be mine.”

This time, it’s you who pulls him down for a kiss. The way your tongues move against one another is desperate, moaning into each other’s mouths as he begins to pick up his pace.

His hips snap into your own, adjusting his position slightly so that he can bring his free hand down between your bodies to begin flicking at your clit.

Your eyes fall shut, head being tossed back as a low whine escapes your throat. Your thighs begin to twitch around his waist, holding him desperately to you he kisses you like his life depends on it. Which, to him, it does.

Gently, his thumb circles over that sensitive little nub, feeling your walls beginning to spasm around him in time with his thrusts. You can tell that you’re getting close, that familiar tightening building within your abdomen with every move that he makes.

“Oh, fuck- just like that, Baby,” you whimper against him, clinging to him for dear life. “Don’t stop- you’re gonna make me-“

A desperate keen escapes your lips as your whole body stills. Not even a moment later, your entire form trembles in his embrace, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. Whimpers and whines continuously escape you as he helps you ride you through your high. He holds you as close as he possibly can, feeling your walls clenching around him, squeezing him so sinfully as his hips begin to stutter.

Not even a moment later, he stills inside of you, releasing deep into your warmth as he moans your name. He can feel his cock twitching inside of you, lazily thrusting a few more times before grinding his hips into your own.

Every movement, every touch, you both are sensitive to, breaths mingling as you attempt to heave air into your lungs. A second later, and he’s collapsing on top of you, his skin sticking to yours as he holds you close. 

Gently, you begin to card your fingers of your free hand through his hair.

“So good to me,” you hum lightly. “So, so good to me.”

“Only for you, Darling.” He places a tender kiss onto the skin of your chest. “Only for you.”

“I love you, Baby.” You manage to catch his gaze, watching as it shines with nothing but adoration for you.

“I love you.” He breathes, finding enough strength to lift himself up in order to kiss you deeply once more.

Slowly, he pulls himself out of you, the both of you whining at the loss of contact. Almost immediately, he goes to wrap you in his arms, but you standing from the bed draws his attention.

“Where are you going?” He pouts, following your figure as you retreat back to the bathroom.

“To pee, what does it look like I’m doing, silly.” You giggle. “I don’t want to get another UTI like the last time.”

The way his brow furrows slightly has you giggling once more as you disappear into the bathroom. Not even two minutes later, you’re reappearing, a damp cloth held in your hand.

He looks at you curiously, “Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”

You nearly snort out a laugh. “When have you ever done that for me?”

His gaze is nothing but soft as he watches you clean him up, your touch soothing against his heated skin. The care you extend towards him makes his heart swell, and he cannot help but fall deeper for you in that very moment.

Just as you return to the bathroom to disposed of the cloth, he moves to open the mini-fridge. Pulling two bottles of water out, he immediately hands one to you once you return to him.

“Drink.” A firm nod is sent your way at the skeptical look you shoot him.

Wordlessly, you obey, sitting back on the edge of the bed after pulling the covers back. Once you’ve had your fill of water, you’re placing the bottle onto the bedside table, right beside your phone.

A warmth at your back has you sparing a glance at the male behind you from over your shoulder. His hands lightly trail over your shoulders, rubbing tenderly against your skin as he places gentle kisses against the side of your neck.

“Are you okay, My Love?” His voice is low, so as not to disturb the quaint moment between the both of you. “Sore anywhere? Stiff? Tender?” He hums, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “I could give you a massage if you want?”

You blink, caught off guard by his inquiry. Normally, it’s you who has to give him a massage after sex, not the opposite way around. The fact that he even offered has your heart racing pleasantly inside of your chest.

“I’m alright,” you place a loving hand over his arm, of which settles over the skin of your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Are you okay?”

You take the time to face him now, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Never better.” He smiles, cupping your face gently in his one hand. “Lay with me for a while, yeah?”

You mirror his expression, lips pulling upwards tenderly as you nod.

A moment later, the two of you are laying yourselves beneath the sheets, your head resting over his chest as he holds you close. His one hand holds your own, fingers intertwined as his other strokes calmly over your spine.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him after a few minutes of silence. “You’ve been acting different all night.”

“Have I?” He hums, almost knowingly. “Maybe I’ve just realized that I never appreciated the love of my life like she’s always deserved. You are everything to me, Darling, and I hope you never forget that.”

“You’ve been smooth talking all night. Since when have you been known to enjoy all of this ‘lovey-dovey, romantic crap’ as you’ve so put it before?” You quirk a brow at him, shifting your gaze to look up at his face.

“But you like it, do you not?” He hums, hand continuing to stroke tenderly over your spine.

“I do.” You hum in confirmation. “But when have you ever been known to do things like this for me?”

He remains silent, and you believe he’s actually contemplating your words. A surprising fact, considering he would normally scoff and retort with something like, ‘I always do things for you.’

Your heart warms for the moment, choosing to revel in his embrace and the way he doesn’t seem to fight you on this. It’s quite refreshing, and you wish it could be like this all of the time, but you know that by tomorrow, he’ll probably be back to his regular self.

You sigh, somewhat wistfully.

“What is it?” He hums, sparing a glance down at you resting in his arms.

“No retort, and you’re actually listening to me and my desires for once?” You reply, somewhat blissfully. “I wish you were always like this.”

“Like what, My Love?” There he goes with that term of endearment you’ve always been fond of. A term which he never really used to enjoy before tonight, it seems.

“My perfect lover.” 

You swear that this night is too good to be true. A sentiment that is unknowingly shared by the male that holds you even tighter while laying in bed with you. Yet, for you both, neither of you particularly want this night to end.

With that thought, you allow yourself to fall asleep, succumbing to the darkness pulling you deeper into an unconscious abyss. Besides, you’ll probably wake up in the morning to this having all been a dream. A beautiful, blissful dream which has fulfilled all of your deepest desires.

Morning comes, and instead of waking from the dream like you thought, you are awoken to the sound of your phone buzzing on the side table. Groggily, you blink the sleep from your eyes, bringing your hands up to rub them in the next moment. 

You can feel a weight pressing against your back, and when you turn your head, you see the sleeping face of your lover staring back at you. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, as if he’s afraid you might disappear at a moment’s notice.

You must have shifted your positions overnight, you turning onto your side with him following right behind, even unknowingly. Still, it takes you a good minute to wiggle out of his embrace, hearing him groan in annoyance as he turns onto his back. Luckily, he appears to stay inside of the realm of dreams, even as your phone begins to vibrate with a call once more.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you grab the device. One look at the screen and your eyes are going wide, standing from the mattress as you answer the call.

“Hello?” Your voice is still rough from sleep, that much you can tell, even as you speak into the receiver.

“Finally! We’ve been attempting to contact you all morning!” Quincy can be heard through the speaker as you quickly toss on some pants and a shirt. “We have an emergency.”

“What’s going on?” Your brow furrows, mind focusing more on the scenery around you finally.

“We found a body this morning.” She states.

“Yes, Don Vanderleen has been dealt with as of last night.” You confirm, wondering where this is all going.

Nothing could have prepared you for the next words out of her mouth.

“No, it’s not just his body.” Quincy sighs pointedly. “We found Jongin’s body. Well, what’s left of it.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief. “That’s impossible.”

“As your superior, I would never lie to you over these types of matters.” She states, rather firmly.

“That’s impossible, because I’m staring at him right now.” You reply, tone a bit harsh at being woken up with something like this. “You must have found Kai’s body instead.”

“Genetics confirms that it was Jongin’s body.” She sighs. “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you.”

Your heart leaps into your throat unpleasantly, seeing the male on the bed beginning to rouse the longer that you’re on the phone.

“No,” you shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. “You’re wrong.”

A tremendous sigh is heard on the other end of the phone. “There was no mole on the back of his neck. I would send you the photos forensics took, but I fear it may be too soon for you to see.”

“This can’t be happening.” You mumble, running a hand over your head desperately.

“I’m sorry.” Quincy sighs once more. “I’ll call you again when I have more details. As his wife, I thought you should be the first to know.”

Without waiting for a response, she hangs up, and you are force to watch who you assume to be your husband finally awaken to the world around him.

The male sits up, rubbing lightly at his eyes. Slowly, he lets his arms fall back to the bed, blinking the remaining sleep from his vision. You notice his gaze darts slightly around the room, brow furrowing in minor confusion before he turns his attention to you standing in the corner. As soon as he sees you, his eyes are widening ever so slightly before a smile of almost pleasant disbelief is painting his features.

He runs his fingers through his hair.

It seems as if he thought all of last night had been a dream, too.

“Good morning, Darling-“

“How dare you call me that.” Your voice is low as the first of your tears begin to trail down the side of your cheeks.

Immediately, worry crosses his features, the male shifting to move closer to you and comfort you in any way he can.

“Don’t come any closer!” You raise a hand, halting him right in his tracks.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” His eyebrows furrow, nothing but concern shining in his eyes. Eyes which plead desperately for you to tell him what’s going on.

You swallow thickly. There’s only one way you know to prove that Quincy spoke true.

“Turn around.” You keep your voice low, hoping beyond anything that it remains steady for the moment. “I want to see the mole on the back of your neck.”

His whole body tenses slightly, but you do not fail to catch it this time.

“What are you talking about? You know I don’t have a mole on the back of my neck.” He chuckles, somewhat nervously.

“Then, you should have no problem showing me.” Comes your blunt reply.

“Baby, what has you so paranoid?” He searches your face. “Do you not trust me?”

He shifts off of the bed, pulling on the closest pair of pants he can find as he stands.

“I got a call.” You state, and he glances down at your phone held in your hand. “They found a body.”

His gaze darts back up to your own.

“A dead body.” Your whole body begins to tremble.

He blinks.

“It’s your brother.”

He remains silent, and you swear you can hear a pin drop with how still you both have gone.

He swallows, “I told you that I couldn’t find him when I went up to the roof.”

Your shoulders seemingly relax the slightest bit when he says this.

Cautiously, he takes a step closer.

“A lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours,” he speaks to you calmly, as if attempting to calm you even further from the edge. “Why don’t we just take it easy, yeah? Take a deep breath, and then we can handle this together.”

Softly, you begin to nod your head, seemingly dropping your guard for the moment as your shoulders slouch.

“I suppose you’re right,” you sigh, clutching onto your phone as a lifeline as you step closer to him, resting just at the foot of the bed. “Let’s just stay together, and watch the sunrise.”

You see his brow furrow slightly in confusion, and your heart drops.

“But the sun’s already up, My Love.” He offers you a somewhat perplexed smile.

“Oh,” you chuckle, but you know that it’s quite stiff. “I suppose you’re right.”

In the next moment, you reach for him, appearing to seek his touch just as he does the same to you. Only, you’ve been planning this since the second he stepped out of bed.

A blink, and you have him pinned on his stomach, his one arm trapped beneath his body while you pull the other one behind his back. Your touch is nowhere near as gentle as it was last night as you shove his head into the mattress, pushing the ends of his golden locks upwards to reveal what you’ve been dreading since you got the call.

There, resting just below his hairline, resides a small mole, practically glaring back up at you in the light of the morning sun.

As if the code he botched wasn’t enough, this just proves it.

Your breathing deepens, chest heaving with every stuttering inhale you take as the harshness of reality sinks in around you. Suddenly, the room is thick with tension. So much so, that it weighs on your shoulders, suffocating you with every beat of your frantic heart.

You push yourself off of him, shaking your head as more tears fall from your eyes.

“No,” you back yourself against the wall as you watch him push himself up from the bed with a disappointed sigh. “No, this can’t be happening.”

Your heart feels as if someone has reached inside and torn it from your chest, the betrayal you feel coming through as clear as day on your face.

“Darling-“

“Don’t fucking call me that!” You shriek, eyes blazing with an unbridled fury. “You- you-“ you push yourself as far against the wall as you can, your voice breaking as you attempt to find words, “you made me believe you were him.”

A deadly silence washes over the both of you.

“I should have known,” you scoff, a sort of sadness taking over your features. “I should have known it was too good to be true. He’s never listened to me like that. He’s never loved me like that.”

Kai’s jaw twitches in irritation, watching you break down in front of him like this.

“The entire night,” you laugh bitterly, “the entire night he was missing, probably already dead. Yet here I was, fucking his brother.” Your expression drops, horror painting your features. “I fucking cheated on my dead husband with his brother. I- I-“ You meet his gaze, breath hitching in your throat as you realize something. “Why did you let me believe that you were him?”

He remains silent, lips pursed into a thin line.

“Why?” You shout, tears streaming down your face.

“He could never love you the way that I could.” Kai’s voice is low as he replies, watching your every move carefully. “He’s never loved you in the way you deserved.”

“That’s bullshit!” You spit. “Who are you to decide who can and can’t love me? Who are you to decide what kind of love I deserve?”

“He’s never deserved you, period.” He keeps his tone steady, but you can hear the restrained anger he holds back for the moment.

“And you do?” You counter, incredulously.

“I loved you first!” His one hand slams over his heart, nails biting into the skin of his bare chest. “I wanted you first. He only wanted you to prove I could never have you; to take you away from me. He never loved you, he only loved knowing he had something else over me. The only thing I’ve ever wanted. The only person I’ve ever loved.”

Your eyes catch on that gold band wrapped around his one finger.

Pure dread washes over you as realization sinks in. Your blood runs cold.

“How did you get that ring?”

Kai notices your gaze locked on his hand, and he pulls it away only to gaze down lovingly at the metal adoring his finger.

“It belonged to me before he stole it.” He replies, somewhat bitterly. At your skeptical look, he’s quick to continue, “Yes, your loving husband took this set of rings from me to propose to you with. After I had told him of my intentions of doing the exact same thing. Only, he got to them first.”

“So, you had two sets.” You voice, attempting to wrap your head around this new information.

“Oh, no, Darling,” he shakes his head, the corner of his lips tugging upwards maniacally. “Just the one.”

Your brow furrows, until morbid realization paints your features. “You killed him.”

“He didn’t deserve to live.” Comes his blunt reply. “Not after everything he’s done. Not after everything he’s put you through.”

“That wasn’t for you to decide.”

“Wasn’t it, though?” Kai hums, tilting his head mockingly. “He couldn’t protect you properly. I saw what that bastard did to you last night. Do you really think Jongin would have done anything about it? No. Instead, he pulled you on top of himself when the bullets started flying to protect himself. He never cared about you, because no matter how much attention you could give him, it would never be enough. You were never enough for him.”

“He pulled me on top of him because I said I didn’t want any of that man’s vile blood to touch me.” Your voice is low, like the approach of an oncoming storm. “You are so jealous of your brother, you continuously make up false claims just to tarnish his name. You never saw how he treated me behind closed doors. You don’t know what our relationship was like.”

“Really? Because I certainly learned enough last night.” Comes his pointed retort. “He was a fucking selfish lover, wasn’t he? Always putting his pleasure first over your own. He used you in every way he could to get himself off, both physically and emotionally, yet you’re still too blind to see it!”

“Don’t pretend to know what he was like.” You snap, arms crossing over your chest. “At least he never made me believe he was someone he was not.”

“You’re the one who assumed I was him.”

“You’re the one that went along with it!” You counter, your chest heaving as you swear your heart might collapse at any moment from the suffocating feeling of pain that surrounds it. “Now, I’ll have to live my entire life knowing I slept with my husband’s murderer on the night he was killed. I cheated on my dead husband!”

With each word, your voice rises. You’re almost hysterical at this point, beginning to pace while laughing insanely the whole while.

“You want to get mad at me for killing someone as vile as him?” Kai’s nostrils flare. “I killed him before he could kill me. It was self defence! Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like Shinobu or Nancy were that lucky.”

“Are you seriously implying that my husband was the one who killed Nancy and Shinobu?” You reply incredulously, eyes going wide in disbelief.

“He told me himself that he killed any further doubts you might have about him last night.” Kai states, somewhat matter of factly.

“And I’m supposed to believe you?” You scoff, shaking your head.

“I would never lie to you.” There is nothing but honesty dripping from both his tone and his gaze, and you hate how you actually do believe him.

“Yet, you made me believe you were your brother.” Your voice isn’t as firm as before, your tears slowing, too.

“You said it yourself last night,” he meets your gaze, eyes flashing, “I am your perfect lover.”

“You’re despicable,” you spit, noticing how he slowly begins to creep towards you now.

Your heart leaps into your throat, and you begin to angle yourself away from him. Only, he’s faster, pinning you to the wall as he rests his forehead against your own.

“Every night could be like the last when you’re with me. No, it will be.” He breathes, pressing himself right up against you despite your best efforts to shove him off of you. “You know I can treat you right, Darling. I think I’ve more than proved myself to you. I have always wanted you. I have always loved you. With me, you’d never have to question that again.”

You hands come up to rest on his chest, keeping him distanced from you as much as you can.

“You’ve betrayed me, Kai.” Your voice is but a mere whisper on your lips, the devastation clear on your features. “I can never forgive that.”

“That’s bullshit!” He pushes himself off of the wall, anger pulling at his features. “You can’t forgive me, but you can continue to love a man who continuously cheated on you, and could never love you in the ways that you’ve always deserved?”

“Jongin never cheated on me, Kai.” You state lowly. “Your brother was a lot of things, but cheater he was not. Not after he knew what happened with my parents.”

The male before you remains silent.

“You knew what happened with my parents, how they didn’t know the meaning of loyalty. You know how I feel about cheaters, and you purposely led me to believe you were my husband just so you could fuck me.” You slowly begin backing away from him again, leading yourself towards the hallway that will lead out of the room. Your phone begins buzzing in your hand. “How do you think that looks to me, Kai? You say you love me, but would someone in love do something as unforgivable as that to the one they claim to love?”

“I do love you.” His tone is firm, taking a step forward as tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

“No,” you shake your head, finally having reached the bedside table. “You don’t love me. You want to own me.”

His breath hitches, the first of his tears beginning to trail openly down his cheeks.

“I have always loved you.” He repeats his words from earlier, a bit more desperately this time. “Last night-“

“Last night was you manipulating me into getting what you’ve always wanted from me.” You say. “You want to make Jongin out to be the bad guy when you’re the worst one!”

“I only want to love you!” His fist slams against the wall beside him in frustration before he begins tugging desperately at his hair. “Can you not see that?”

“I cannot love a man like you, Kai.” You shake your head, feeling your phone begin vibrating once more in your hand. “I never can, and I never will."

Something within his eyes flash, and he goes so still, you swear that he’s stopped breathing.

“You don’t mean that,” he starts to hyperventilate, his eyes crazed as he begins clawing at his face. “You- you- you need me like I need you! You said you loved me! You said I was yours!”

“I said I loved my husband, Kai.” Your voice is firm as you meet his devastated, tearstained face. “Not you.”

“No!” He lunges, managing to knock your phone out of your hands as he wraps his arms around you. You both go tumbling to the floor. Desperately, he clings to you, sobbing into your neck. “You can’t leave me! I love you! I did this for you. For us!”

“Kai, let me go.” You attempt to push him off of you, but he doesn’t relent his hold on you even in the slightest.

“No.” He begins to shake his head. “I- I’ll make you love me. You’ll see!”

“Kai, this isn’t an opportunity for you to change my mind.” You, again, attempt to shove him off of you to no avail.

“I don’t need to change your mind,” he starts to nod, as if he’s convincing himself more so than you, now. “I’ve already proved it to you. You felt it, didn’t you? You felt my love last night. You wouldn’t call me your perfect lover otherwise.”

You can tell he’s no longer talking to you, but reasoning with himself. The more he speaks, the more he seems to believe, calming himself down with each word that he says.

A knock at the door breaks his train of thought. He stiffens.

“Don’t answer that.”

Another knock, more frantic than the first sounds.

You attempt to break free from his grasp once more, only for him to pull you firmly back into his arms each time.

“You’re not going anywhere, Darling.” His voice is low, suddenly much more ominous than only moments before. “I won’t let you leave me.”

You still, heart stuttering as a fear unlike ever before floods your veins. If he can kill his own brother, there’s no telling what he might do to you.

A call of your name from a familiar voice outside the door draws your attention.

“Are you in there?”

It’s Quincy.

Just as you open your mouth to respond, Kai slaps a hand over your lips.

“Shh,” he keeps his voice low right by your ear, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine. “Wouldn’t want the big boss lady to disturb the happy couple, now, would we?”

You shake your head, deciding to play along with his games for the moment. You’d rather stay alive than upset him further and truly set him off. He already seems incredibly unhinged, and there’s no telling what he might do.

Another knock sounds.

Slowly, Kai beings to lower his hand, trusting that you won’t act out.

Only, you know better.

A loud yelp escapes him as you bite down on his hand quite harshly. This causes him to loosen his hold on you, and you managing to scramble free after elbowing him in the chest. Rolling away from him, you’re quick to fling open the closet door right beside you, seeing as you wouldn’t have enough time to stand and open the door to the room. Luckily, you know where you’ve stashed all the guns, and the closest one now rests in your hands as you stand back to your feet.

“I’m inside, Quincy.” You call over your shoulder, watching as Kai slowly stands to his feet with his arms raised beside him. You cock the gun. “Kai’s gone mad.”

You hear a low curse come from behind the slab of wood behind you, some shuffling occurring as she whispers order too low to make out.

“Please, Darling,” he expression falls. “Don’t do this. You know I can make you so happy.”

“Take off that ring.” Your eyes briefly dart to his hand, that metal band glinting almost mockingly at you now. “Besides, I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“And I thought I told you that these rings are mine.” His eyes flash. “Ours.”

Your nostrils flare. “Fine then.”

Shifting your hand, you begin to slide your own wedding band off of your finger. Except, Kai takes advantage of your movements, lunging towards you while you’re distracted. He manages to wrestle the gun from your hands as you go tumbling to the ground. You scramble onto your back, hands supporting you as you look at the man you thought you could trust.

The gun is now pointed at your head, tears streaming down his face as he gazes down at you with nothing but sorrow on his features.

“Don’t make me do this.” He nearly chokes on a sob.

You can hear some scratching at the door. The slow, telltale movements of someone picking the lock.

“I’m not making you do anything, Kai.” You shake your head. “You did it all yourself.”

“Please,” he begs, hand trembling as that barrel stares you down. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You can’t lose what you’ve never had, Kai.” You reply lowly.

His expression falls, and you notice his hand has stopped shaking.

“Fine then.” He swallows thickly, as if steeling himself for what he’s about to do.

You hear the click of the lock falling out of place.

“If I can’t have you,” his eyes are crazed, wild as he meets your own, “No one can.”

The sound of the door swinging open is synonymous with the gunshot that echoes throughout the room. The second shot is quick to follow, a body falling limply to the floor.

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Your monster mash au is so cool!! i love when writers go up and beyond n arent afraid to get creative with the canon. Do you have any hcs for how they met their S/O?

i currently have a 3 characters per request limit goin on rn, and i used RNG to pick the characters for this request which wound up being Werewolf Scout (BLU), Satyr Demo (RED) and Bogeyman Spy (BLU) hope thats ok with you! (but i have requests open currently, so if u were hoping to see someone else, here's a link to the monster mash AU. these were pretty fun to write and i'd love to do more!) thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy!

Characters: Scout 🐇, Demo 🐏 and Spy 🐍 (Team Fortress 2)

Content Warnings: Yandere, toxic relationship dynamics, possessive behavior, implied sexual relations, somnophilia, reader is gender neutral

Rating: M (MINORS DON'T INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Word Count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

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Werewolf Scout (BLU)

Wild, savage, fearsome, and brutal, Scout is the living embodiment of what a proper wolf ought to be. Once the runt of the litter transformed through sheer determination and force of will, Scout would do anything to maintain his position as the leader of the pack.

All his life, Scout's possessed the primal need to be accepted as well as applauded by others by other wolves as well as by other mortals and monsters desperate to convince himself it will somehow be enough to purchase the childhood trauma of being known to all as the weakest of the family.

Consider Scout falling for a friend from childhood who hasn't seen him since his days as a weakling, only to move away and disappear for years and years and return to see a radically different Scout, practically the opposite of what he once was.

Scout always had a soft spot for you but never had the nerve to confess his feelings to you before on account of his certainty you would reject him, as well as generally being much less assured of himself when he was a child. But to meet up with you again now that he's stronger and more dominant than before, it's like getting a second chance too good to be true. If he were to let you go again, he knows he'd never forgive himself.

Initially, Scout's ready to start making moves on you without hesitation. There's no way you'd forget about him or all the time spent together, and he believes with all his heart that just seeing the man he's become would be enough to convince you to start an entirely new life together. And when you inevitably refuse such an outlandish proposition, Scout's left heartbroken, confused, and unable to control his jealousy and wrath.

But he knows if he really wants to impress you to prove he's worthy of becoming your mate, Scout knows who needs to do something drastic to get your attention. Nothing less than taking the life of another in a bloody brawl, where only one will live to see the end of the fight. But not just anyone. It must be someone close to you, so when you see as a protector. Surely, if he were to kill someone close to you, you'd have no choice but to accept him as your lover, your guardian, you're everything.

Scout's never been one for subtlety; he doesn't care if taking you as his lover by force leaves you terrified and resentful. As a leader of the pack, it's his responsibility to handle tough choices like this and watch out for the well-being of the rest. Whether or not you wanted to join in the first place hardly matters to Scout. He did what he had to, and you're his living reward

Satyr Demo (Red)

Like almost all the monsters in the monster mash AU, satyr Demo never really imagined himself with the idea of a single "true love" kind of partner, though not for the same reason as the others. While many of the other monsters view themselves at odds with humanity and, by extension, incompatible with the notion of human monogamous romances. Demo, on the other hand, is more hung up on the monogamous part of these relationships rather than the human part.

Satyr Demo is seldom alone, spending his days leisurely indulging his desires for sex, wines, feasting, partying, and whatever other whims cross his mind. In a realm populated by other satyrs, nymphs, centers, naiads, primordial gods, titans, and other similar creatures in a utopia beyond human perception.

Despite his physically off-putting appearance, drawing in mortals has never been an issue for creatures like Demo. Humans are such easy prey, with fragile minds so easily swayed by temptation and eyes so easy to deceive. All it takes for Demo to get in bed with another mortal is to share a bit of wine of the gods and to only appear late at night, using the cover of darkness to his advantage to hide his inhuman appearance. And the look on the mortal's face after realizing they've given into the ethereal temptation or hypnosis and made love to a half-goat creature is priceless to Demo.

In Demo's leisurely existence, life is nothing but an endless buffet of lovers; to limit himself to one monogamous relationship forever would be self-cruelty. The idea of a mortal retaliating against him for his treatment of them never even crossed his mind, but the day that happens if his entire world shifts.

Consider yourself a mortal living in the world near Demo's realm, where mortals are endlessly tormented and played with by gods and supernatural creatures like pawns. While you can do nothing but keep your head down and try not to invoke their ethereal wrath.

Imagine yourself in a situation where a close family member of yours has just been lured by Demo. Her chastity broken, and left in a compromising position in the woods. What little garments she has left desecrated with his seed, the goat hair left around the scene of the crime, making it obvious to all around town who was the culprit. With her reputation ruined and her family disgraced, she goes catatonic. Unable to leave her own bed, practically dead to the world, unable to cope with the suffering and shame of living as one of Demo's conquests.

Her despondence fuels within you an anger you kept bottled up all your life. You could no longer live in a world where mortals were used and discarded at the discretion of the supernatural creatures. You were willing to do whatever it took to fight back, to get even a fraction of justice for all the harm they'd caused.

Against the wishes of your loved ones, you sought the help of an ostracized spinster at the edge of the town, said to know the ways of witchcraft, and willing to make bargains with mortals for supernatural favors so long as they were willing to pay the price for it.

You came to her asking if there was some way to bind the sexual appetite of the monster who hurt your loved one beyond repair, offering her the still-desecrated clothing of your loved one, knowing some trace of the beast was likely necessary to enact the hex. You wanted to end his predation of the mortals of your town no matter the cost, even if that meant invoking dark magic to do so. Offering as payment everything of value owned put the clothes on your back. While you didn't have much, the old witch smiled, assuring you this was all payment enough and that the prospect of attempting such a powerful curse was enough of an incentive, though she accepted your belongings all the same, asking again if you were really willing to do anything to put an end to Demo's reign of terror. And without a second thought, you replied yes.

The witch held up her end of the bargain, binding Demo's lust and desire, but what she didn't tell you was the actual cost of finding one's heart to perform her ritual, specifically requiring a willing volunteer to bind Demo's lust to. She needed a token of a physical object of significance from the bound one and from another, which you offered as unknowingly as payment to bind in the victim's desires to.

The night you meddled in the affairs of the supernatural, you unknowingly offered up your own soul to the witch, which she bonded with Demo's successfully. And from that night on, cursing you to bear the burden of all Demo's desire.

Demo awoke the following day with a hole in his heart and a mind-numbing need to find another lover in the mortal realm, but not in a way he'd ever felt before. Demo felt like someone was waiting for him, someone he needed to find desperately but had no idea who it could be. In a town as small as yours, it was only a matter of time until you were discovered. And the moment he set his eyes on you, he knew it had to be you.

In the following days, you had to come to your own realization of what it meant to bind someone's heart. To understand it wasn't a hex to do no harm but to force one person alone to endure the entire weight of his desire.

Living as Demo's' sole lover was a paradise, but not from your perspective. Bestowed with eternal youth, food of the gods, orgiastic dances with supernatural creatures, the suffering of humanity far away, and the undying devotion of a god. You had no choice but to comply.

You were given all you could ask for so long as you never long to stray from Demo's side, or god forbid, ever asked to go home.

Bogeyman Spy (BLU)

No one knows the meaning of need like Spy. He's watched the rise and fall of empires, the brutality of war, and the skirmishes between mortal and the supernatural. The only thing he's never found was another creature like himself.

As long as Spy's walked the Earth, and for as long as he's interacted with humans, he's known nothing but hunger for human fear and pain, seeing them as merely a food source.

This life of isolation and callousness is all he's ever known. Perhaps existence is a lonely one, but Spy fails to see the value in a human emotional connection. He never had a heart to hold.

But just because he doesn't believe he has a heart doesn't mean one never existed at all. Despite his years upon years of emotional repression, he too yearns to be understood and cared for like the mortals he claims such dominion over. Still, he refuses to admit it to himself.

He may be immortal, but despite what he would like to believe, Spy is no god. And he was just as susceptible to the strings of fate as any other, and it was only a matter of time before the gods fated his heartstrings to be pulled by another ordinary mortal, the last kind of person Spy would've ever expected to foster sympathy for.

He couldn't even comprehend what was happening the night that finally happened.

It was just another night like any other Spy approaching you while you slept soundly, the optimal time to put you into a deep nightmare. But something about the sight of you, a vision of tranquility made beautiful by the moonlight and mysterious by dark shadows, he couldn't help but hesitate to disturb you.

Nevertheless, Spy was prepared to do what he must to get his nightly fix, but before he could enter your dreams, Spy realized your psyche was already charged with sexual energy, the sign of a dream already in progress. Nothing he hadn't seen before, but in the moment, he was paralyzed and entirely captivated.

More cautiously than ever before, he dared take a taste of the energy flowing through you, and after just one sampling, he was hooked.

Hours stretch on, but Spy can't bring himself to leave your bedside, watching your energy waxing and waning as you fall in and out of a state of deep slumber. Before he realizes it, daylight comes, forcing him to concede he's out of time.

Deep within, Spy feels a different kind of hunger awakening, but something more complex, more akin to a yearning. A hunger that cannot be satisfied with a full stomach.

For the following few days, he couldn't bring himself to feed as he normally would. His hunger was there, as it always was, and he could feel the pain of an empty stomach but couldn't work up an appetite for anything but you.

By day three, he could stay away from you no longer and caved to the desire to feed, finding himself back at your bedside, his hunger for you as strong as ever. 

He will try to convince himself he's better off without you, lying to himself that it's only a matter of time before his obsession fades and what he feels now won't last. After all, you were only a mortal, though it's impossible to ignore the instant panic he feels thinking of you passing away. Not only because this would mean the end of you as a food source but as that pesky yearning perks up, and he can't help but fear you dying before he could properly commune with you.

Being an immortal shapeshifter with immense psychic power meant Spy had more than a few friends in high places, powerful and indebted friends.

It isn't long until he strikes a bargain with a powerful witch, granting you immortality as well as keeping you in a perpetual deep slumber, forcing you to become Spy's own personal little sleeping beauty. Eternally preserved just for him, keeping you alive by nourishing your spirit with safety and fear.

While in this state, it isn't long until the confusion sets in. You feel alone, have no idea where you are, and can't shake the feeling of being watched. You feel like you're trapped in a cage, a comfortable one, but a cage you can't escape from. Stuck in a dream you can awaken from.

Spy knows he could awaken you at any moment and might even understand some level he will have to eventually, but he still intends to keep it like this as long as he can. He's too addicted to the high of his hunger, finally satiated, and too sullen to bring himself to truly meet you in the real world. For the time being, he's content flirting with you in the dream world, stalking from shadows, always watching it, keeping just a step out of reach.

#IM SORRY SPY'S SUCKS SO MUCH BUT HE WAS FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE TO WRITE FOR IN THIS SCENARIO #like he's supposed to be a heartless void of emotion alright there's only so much to work with there 😭 #request #yandere #self ship #tf2 x reader #x reader #anonymous #yandere tf2 #monster boyfriend #exo #yandere x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 demo x reader #tf2 spy x reader #yandere team fortress 2 #monster mash au #bogeyman #werewolf #monster x human #monster x reader #gender neutral reader #satyr #male yandere #exophilia #yandere self ship #yandere headcanons

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kpop masterlist

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❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

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[revolvius]

UnderWAR Casts Re-Design #4

The Key Members

The rest of the casts are those who aren't in a particular family, but just as or even more important than the 3 families.

Justika Languar

She is the step-daughter of Magi, an old war veteran turtle back in the Demon apocalypse. She was trained as a child to fend for herself, and during that time she learned the rarity and importance of kindness to others. When she was 18, she entered the military academy.

Justika is the top graduate of the military academy and graduated just 2 years after she entered it. She then became Azuro's student and was able to improve a lot during that time. She was able to enter the Elite Guards in such a young age because of it.

She has a huge crush on Rollin the Royal Scientist and was basically chasing after her the entire time until Rollin finally submitted to the relationship. Rollin nicknamed the young gal "Rookie".

Kaosu Arachnia

5-year-old Kaosu was taken from the street as a student and personal assistant by Yulian. She was trained into a deadly assassin and spy until she left to be a mercenary when she was 15. She kept a healthy relationship with Yulian after that.

Kaosu is a top mercenary that is often hired by the empire for many, many discreet operations and espionage. During that time she was spying on the young improving Torch and as he turned adult she made him submit to her. And that was the beginning of their wild relationship.

Her webs are able to read someone's true intention, and so does hurting them if they said otherwise. Her webs can be turned into a whip if need be. And other... desirable thing between her and Torch.

EXO

EXO is Rollin's greatest creation and the most advanced AI in the entire AU. He is empowered by the POWERED SOUL, an artificial soul created by Rollin when she was just 18. EXO is the eyes and ears of the empire, while also being its ULTIMATE weapon against the demons.

He has two forms, the monitor and the WAR form. In his monitor form, he helps Rollin with the lab and assists every imperial matter. In his WAR mode, he is truly one of the most powerful beings in the AU. Even more powerful than Frederick. He rarely uses this mode as he has no need for it often.

EXO does not have emotions even if he has a soul. He's only truly loyal to Rollin and will do everything to protect her, even if it means sacrificing himself.

Hikari Grilsea

He is Frederick's childhood friend and personal advisor. He helped Frederick and the rebellion using his IVORY FLAMES and his intelligence. In the present days he's the current Royal Advisor, helping out any imperial matters. He was also responsible for training both Torch and Azuro empowering their pyrokinesis.

He once had a family which was killed by the demons, and now he chose to live as a lone wolf despite his busy schedule. He was very impressed when Azuro managed to defeat him in a pyrokinesis battle, which made him accept Azuro as an equal.

His POWER soul allowed him to be more powerful than his LV suggested him to be. He can even equal Frederick with his own power alone.

Oni

Oni is an ancient ghost of the underground. Even he doesn't know how long he has lived under here, way longer than even the empire. He hid in shyness and fear when the empire took refuge in the underground for years until Yulian found him and took him in to be her new personal assistant after Kaosu left.

Through Yulian he became braver than he was before. Still shy, but now he can roam through the underground with ease in his soul. Demons can frighten him a bit but he was reminded of being a ghost so he can't really be hurt. He doesn't like violence so he possesses demons and neutralizes them if he can.

He sometimes hangs out with EXO when he's free. Listening to kinds of music and making remixes with him through EXO's monitor.

Previous Casts

The First Casts

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[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 5 !! || —> Next Part 6.

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It’s been weeks since the wedding incident with detective Baekhyun and what he said to her has left areum simply dying on the side by how much it bothers her. No matter what she does to push those suspicious thoughts they always find their ways to penetrate her mind late at night, causing then areum to stay awake and feel afraid of the chances that Baekhyun might be right.

and since that suspicion grew and grew, areum has kept snooping around jeno’s work. asking what he’s done today, being more and more nosey and asking jeno further for detailed answers. she even called haechan!

it’s like she’s suspecting jeno for cheating but instead of being worried that jeno is cheating on her with another woman, it’s rather that he knows something about her parents.

screw Baekhyun, areum cursed mentally. She sinks into her spinning chair behind the wide open windows with open blinds rattling side to side against the soft breeze wind. areum sighs blowing her lips into soft raspberries.

The silence of the room would forsaken areum, in a way she’s been struggling to find clues in the case. The black desk covered in random paperwork, large pile of files and old plastic lunchbox foods ate weeks ago but still forgotten to be cleaned up begins to vibrate. Areum looks at the shaking desk, caused by her ringing phone, large contact name in bold ‘Husband!’.

Areum sits up rushing on the desk with her chair, sliding across and then snatching the phone in her hands.

“Helllooo- what’s up?” Areum spoke with slight pant on the dial, Jeno was quick to notice the out of breath voice, raising eyebrow.

Jeno clears his throat. “Did you workout or something?” Areum nervously chuckles. “Uhm, something like that yeahhh- why are you calling?”

There it was again, awkward tension. Jeno can’t help but question this weird behaviour, and he is on areum’s case. Heavily. The man was aware Areum has been spying on him, it wasn’t hard to catch that on in action either, but he what does he have to hide? Nothing. Jeno lightly smirks through the phone.

He steps inside the elevator, tucks one hand in front pocket, staring at the red bold numbers counting upwards. “Do I have to have a reason to call my wife?” He tells, causing areum to flinch a bit.

“Ah, no, but Y’know— wait, are you in an elevator?” Areum’s ears flick to the sound of the elevator opening on the other side. Jeno grins, areum has always been so aware of everything. The man hums agreeing.

“I’m at your work.”

“WHAT?”

He answers but then the phone line ends. Areum stands up in shock as she looks at the entire mess and the amount of files about her parents car crash case, everything is evidence and there is no way she can let jeno know in on this. The journalist trips on the edge, running outside the office, but then the glass door has swung open with her hand latch on.

She was far too late. Jeno stands still in his casual clothes. Wearing a white short sleeve shirt that might be a little too small now that his body has advanced from the hardcore gym sessions and some denim blue washed jeans with a black belt on. Mark trails behind nervously, whispering to Areum with silent mouthing words.

The mafia man was smirking ear to ear to see Areum’s nervous and surprised expression. It’s been a while since it has only been them two alone and for some reason his wife, was acting like a shy teenage girl who’s never seen a man in her life before. Jeno found it adorable, that even after all these years Areum was capable of feeling timid with him.

Jeno walks inside the office whistling. He loudly exclaims a sign. “It’s…a bit of a mess Areum.”

“Sorry i tried to help but he’s your husband.” Mark mouths quietly to Areum. He goes in silently to lift the car crash files and the woman sighs quietly, slapping Mark’s back to leave. “Go, I’ll deal with him—“ areum shoos and shuts the door.

She notices the office glass windows which allows many of her coworkers, boss Ahn and Mark with Karina to look inside the office with a clear view. Areum purse her lips into a thin line, turning the blinds on which cuts off anyone’s civilisations to spy on her and her husband (who has never came to her work ever, it’s a first time ever. People weren’t even sure if her husband was real!)

Areum turns around and saw Jeno quietly waiting on the soft brown couch in front of the coffee table and another identical couch. The woman felt the throat quilt in sudden dryness, slowly tip toeing down to the couch that was in front of the one Jeno sat on.

He crosses his legs with a short smug. “Areum,” he calls out bringing her eyes to glance to him directly, as she was avoiding everything to look into his eyes. “You have a nice office i admit. Better than mine that’s for sure.” He adds looking around… the mess, leftover foods and spilled water on the desk because Areum freaked out earlier.

Areum clears her throat. “Thanks. Why are you here?” This came out rather quick and intrusive. Jeno turns to areum tutting his tongue. “Can’t I visit my wife’s work?”

“I- that’s not what i meant. It’s just sudden.”

“I thought I could do the same because you’ve been spying on my work.” Jeno replies casually, something areum hopes her ears deceived but couldn’t. She lets out a soft ‘huh?’

Areum lays her hands on her thighs, sighing. “Okay I admit that. I’m sor-“

“No it’s okay. You were simply worried I was entertaining other women right?”

Wait, what? Areum blinks in the sudden silence as she rubs the back of her head, that wasn’t why she was coming to his work at all… The journalist opens her lips apart, as she saw Jeno’s cocky smirk; she can’t believe jeno is getting such a confidence boost for thinking she’s worried about him cheating. But maybe an opportunity of escape has revealed itself for Areum to take and to play along.

Areum forcefully laughs. “Ah! Yeah, sorry. We just haven’t been Y’know able to be together as much anymore.” She’d make her hands form a little triangle together, smiling ear to ear. Maybe she won’t get caught.

Anxious has evaporated and so has the over-adrenaline rate goes down. The oblivious man in front scotches with a curling voice tickling Areum’s neck, as he lifts himself and sits next to the woman with an arm around her from behind.

“Well I’ll have you know you’re the only women in my life.” Jeno trails, planting a kiss on the centre forehead. Areum shyly looks down, smiling at the action. Even though she has her suspicions, something about the physical touch and touching love words he spews in her left ear through the right ear has bewitch her.

Their love was as strong as ever, growing stronger if anything; even if the couple become heavily invested in their two different worlds— or their family life, it could never break their bond with each other. Right?

Areum looks away with bright cheeks. She can’t believe she’s going red all because of a simple friendly forehead kiss!

“Uhm yeah so leave now.” Areum commands pulling away, moving on the far end of the couch keeping decent distance from her husband. Jeno blinks in surprise. “You still want me to leave?”

“Yeah! Go I have work to do.” That was an excuse, she doesn’t have work because she has no freaking clues to go on…

Jeno smirks crawling forward on all fours, then pouncing on the beautiful hard working journalist causing her to slide down on the couch, looking up to be met with the strong sculpture face with heavy muscular arms trapping areum underneath him. The mafia’s eyes were as fiery and passionate lids were ready to eat areum, the way he’s eyeing her . Enjoying the shy gesture she’s pulling, only makes her adorable and unable to leave alone. The way she’s resisting him too.

He whispers. “You’re red like a tomato.” Areum scowls, “I am not.”

“Are.” Jeno adds leaning closer. Areum murmurs shifting her face on the left side. “Are not.”

“Are…”

He smiles leaning down to the woman who was simply avoiding his face to even spare him a look— but not to worry, jeno confidently pulls areum’s face to look at him where his lips caught on hers. The journalist with honey brown eyes wide as day, trembling at the soft romantic kiss that the man she loves gave her. Not expecting it, Areum was trying hard to not return it, though her lips move on their own.

Those pink lips press harder on his, where Areum’s hands pull from jeno’s grip to hold his sharp jawline. Eyes slowly close, enjoying the warmth spreading from one mouth to another like a tsunami. The redness on her face has spread like smooth butter from the cheeks down to the ears, unable to avoid now. The black beautiful curls fall like a nest on the couch, side bangs falling softly off her forehead. Jeno hovering on top of Areum.

Before she couldn’t withdraw her mind from far places, she definitely can now. His arms were wrapped around her running down the soft silky locks down to the soft white blouse with a ribbon tie on it. The couple shift positions where the young woman pushes up straddling Jeno on the lap where he sat, back pushing on the couch headers. Areum’s hair flipping on the side where their lips disconnected but not for long…

Her aggravating lips push down on the man, kissing him much more passionately than before. She felt the rush and effect he has on her, so much, it was unbelievable how much she can go and react to things that he makes her body feel. Their lower bodies clench and grind on to each other, soft sighs escape their trembling lips and Jeno ruts forward.

Areum bites the bottom lip, slipping off the white shirt off the man’s body, as his teeth capture the ribbon softly pulling it off where the blouse falls off with ease, then fiddles and tweaks the fingers to pull it off left areum in her white detail bra.

Not even a second later was the man pushing the entire face in the big cleavage smothering deep in it as if it were a pillow, then unclasping the bra with one hand having it fall off completely. The exposed breasts left jeno drooling, he wasn’t ever a breast man— until he realised he’s been missing out.

maybe he loves it because areum’s are beautiful and he can’t help but not ignore them. They grew significantly bigger after she gave birth to the kids. Twisting and licking the cold soft nipples, he felt them erect instantly at his tongue’s command. Soft moans have left areum like her soul, it was a full on sensory overload— what she was fearing the most were when Jeno’s teeth graze just a bit on the edge of her skin.

it left areum feeling a lot of things, sinful sways and emotions like a heavy tide on water. Areum whines squirming on the lap as fingers grip and crawl on his hair. Eyes dimming and squeezing.

“So sensitive.” Jeno lightly pokes fun, areum huffs out. “Let’s stop— please, i didn’t lock the door.”

The man was quick to disagree, getting an idea that might cause them to be risky but where’s the fun in that if there wasn’t a thrilling adrenaline to it? Areum was caught by surprise when he tugs on his belt sliding it off, staring at Areum mischievously with his black eyes dotting at the journalist .

Poker face areum glancing at him. “What are you..-“ Jeno lightly shushes her by a soft peck. “Ride me baby.”

He was almost submitting to areum. The woman’s lips perk in a smile, grabbing the bare expose shoulders pushing him down. “Beg for me then.” Areum grasps out standing still as she pulls away her hands.

The man sits still like he was a lost puppy. A sudden shift of roles switch and Areum was now dominating the situation. The mafia man lingers softly as he whines, looking at the large space between them. She was not touching him, not paying enough attention and most definitely was not doing as he told her. Jeno purse his lips in a shy line.

“Please ride me…” he whispers, desperation screams written on his face. Frowning at the loss of warmth from him. Areum felt the growing crotch poke at the right fabric underneath her thighs, as her hands lift his face. Running her wet kisses down the side neck where the weak sweet spots hit him like a truck.

He was growing and only growing hungry for more pleasure, the woman slides a hand down to the jeans unzipping it down, then sliding it with the boxers all at once. Jeno took the help of undressing areum’s lower clothing too.

“You’re so cute baby, want to be taken care of?” Areum murmurs in his ears. Jeno shivers when a cold soft gentle hand grips the erect manhood, he flinches at the sudden movement where he grunts. Half-lid open staring at Areum helplessly. “Mm take care of me, please.”

She smiles. “Such a good boy, I’ll take good care of you.” Areum reassures, watching the hand down below slowly stroke him up and then down, sliding it round the tip where he was the most fragile.

Jeno loudly exclaims out, prancing areum to cover his mouth as she shushes him. The man lowers himself with wide eyes, whimpering.

“If you make a sound i won’t fuck you.” She tells him and he nods quickly. areum pushes the last space between them as he felt the fullness hit him finally, the one thing he’s even begging for. The warmth of the familiar walls that he can’t get enough of, pulsing in him deep. Jeno unalarmed ruts forward without knowing, Areum softly moaning under her breath. It was almost like she forgot how it felt the first time, but at the same time not at all.

Their bodies were as reactive like dynamite. Areum has slowly ride forward with arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck, Jeno watching the love of his life bounce freely. He closes eyes when the speed escaped the slow scale, now it was only getting faster and more harder to become quiet.

To take his voice down he turns the attention back onto the chest that bounce up, softly kissing and marking them with tiny love bites. Areum holds down her own mouth realising that she’s not the only one struggling to make no noise.

Jeno smirks condescendingly. “No noise, you said.” Areum glares down slowing down where the man whines at the pace, where he was almost close to release. Areum smirks. “Try to not come until i tell you to.”

The man sighs out adjusting to withhold a little longer. Sight of jeno worn out and completely drunk on her and only her has only turned on Areum. It was a rare sight in anyones book, but worth seeing. The time where Jeno was submitting to someone he loves and never has done before— makes it even more special.

Areum has the power in reality over Jeno. He was untameable, now he was tamed.

“I- my god. So close, I’m, so close. Please, tell me I can come?” Jeno half cried, head falling backwards in the air. Areum groaning lightly. “Hold on baby,”

Jeno holds on the curvy hourglass body, pulling Areum into the hugging position where his head rests on her breasts again. Softly moaning and groaning within that space. She speeds up, rocking the hips where it stutters in zigzag lines, only to know that he was really close and so was she.

Areum exclaims in soft grunts, his cock buried deep inside her womb twitches. The man had so many powers to resist anything but when it comes to her, boy did he have to truly fight like it was a global war, it took every ounce of mind power to not lose himself in areum, to do as she told him to. He wants to make areum proud of him, not to disappoint her.

And when he stayed patient fighting the inner conflict within his body and mind, she rewards him with the sweet longing words he waiting for.

“Come with me.”

Areum felt the squealing skin on skin slapping that constantly ran in the room stopping and running down the thighs was the bodily fluids. She pants lightly and he closes eyes refocusing his dark eyes, heart beating fast like one. Jeno was weak and tired, holding Areum still in the hug. He lifts his head up kissing the beautiful woman on top.

The journalist returns it with a hand pushing the chest back, she teasingly pulls with a smirk. “You listen well, didn’t know that was in your vocabulary.” Areum jokingly tells and Jeno smirks rolling eyes.

“Shush before i yell for mark to come in and see us like this.” Jeno would say but Areum let’s out a soft sarcastic ‘haha’, pulling off his lap. “You’d traumatise him honestly.”

The man smirks. “Don’t give me anymore temptation.” He adds pulling on the trousers at his bottom feet, closing it with a belt and zipping it back up. Areum does the same, pulling her trousers and blouse all together as well as her hair. Jeno smirks creeping behind areum who watches the mirror, he squeezed her behind where he cups her ass, kissing the shoulders.

“I love you.” He whispers, lifting the soft hair in a ponytail where he plants more kisses on the nape of her neck, he closes eyes and pulls a hair tie on the hair. Areum softly smiles, watching Jeno in the mirror.

“I love you too.” Areum tells.

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The Smell of alcohol wafted through the street, mixing in the gas using vehicles smoke polluting the Seoul sky— it reeked so bad it could make anybody feel nauseous. The bitter chill of the largest city in South Korea, so cold the road felt like an arctic glacier. Street lights beaming so brightly‚ the sight could make someone squint immediately. The aroma of pollution so strong‚ you could taste it on your tongue. The golden rust‚ covering the bars of the steps by the doorway‚ mould streaming down from the seeping gutter. People would walk past you‚ either giving you judgemental stares or dirty daggers if you were an outsider.

That is exactly who Shin Ryujin was. She wasn’t a city girl— actually she was from the country near the mountains, she’s poor and hasn’t really lived a comfortably life, but that’s everyone not just her right?

The young blonde girl parks the motorcycle in front of the infamous bar called Twice Two. Taking the black heavy helmet off, Ryujin slides off her vehicle, walking inside the bar.

Unaware that behind her parks a black car, a long leg figure with black skinny ripped jeans and a loose black shirt with a leather jacket; mullet black hair and tan glowing complexion. He was following her from the beginning. Haechan slowly walks In unaware what this bar was but he’s about to find out.

Inside the bar was quite a mixed crowd. He had to push a few people there and then to travel to where Ryujin was sat on the counter with a full soju bottle and glass shots.

The young girl wore her blonde hair in straight style down, a black leather jacket with a white crop and black ripped jeans— coincidentally they were matching clothes. Haechan lightly cursed under his lips, how embarrassing they were matching.

He sat down next to her with a change of expression. He has to befriend her only to find out information, only that. He wasn’t going to actually befriend her. When he sat down Ryujin sighs .

“You’re really a stalker.” She tells the man unbothered, sipping soju down her throat. The bitter alcohol inflaming her tastebuds. Haechan smirks winking, “you should feel blessed, I am the one usually getting stalked.” He flexed the leather jacket confidently.

There was that annoying half ass confidence rising up. Ryujin rolls her eyes, not sparing any glances ar the man. “You also copy my clothes.”

Haechan wasn’t sure how she knew their clothes matched when she never glanced at him once. The man coughs, awkwardly. “Yeah that wasn’t planned.” He adds and then slowly reaches for a shot glass. “Anyways let’s drink together, Hm?” He hums putting the shot glass in front of the woman, she looks at him.

Ryujin fakely smiles. “I’m not pouring you a shot.” Haechan sighs dramatically. “Fine, I’ll pour it myself.” The boy spat grabbing the green soju bottle, lifting it down into the shot. He then drank it in one go from the small glass. Ryujin looks away when he finished the shot.

“So, short peach.” Haechan starts speaking catching the girl’s unwanted attention, she stares at him with a blank apathetic expression. He smirks sheepishly. “You still need to tell me how you know Areum and Jeno.”

“My name isn’t short peach.” Ryujin shortly said. Haechan whistles, “then tell me your name, darling.”

“My name isn’t darling either.”

“Then tell me your name for god sake.” Haechan half shouts annoyed. Ryujin sighs. “My name isn’t god sake as well.”

He sinks into the seat at the endless dodge the questions game. Ryujin looks at Haechan staring at his beautiful soft mix with strong structure. He had a chiselled jaw and chin, a round button nose and soft dark moles all over his skin. She looks away, but mentally she had to admit he was attractive.

But annoying, absolute nut case and a stalker that’s for sure. Ryujin huffs. “How did you find me?”

“A stalker doesn’t reveal his secrets, short peach.” Haechan replies with a flirty tone winking. “Unless you tell me your name then I’ll tell you how i found you.”

Ryujin’s eyes manoeuvre towards the daring man who has stalked series of times, she tilts her head grabbing the green bottle from his hand softly, he lightly pulls on it not giving it back to her. She tugs on the glass bottle but not bothering, he was keeping a tight avoidable grip on it. He smirks ear to ear, daring fox-like eyes staring right at her brown mysterious colour.

She lets out a chuckle of disbelief. She has to give him A + for the persistence effort, he is indeed knowledge hungry like a stray rabid dog ready to gnaw and chew off more than he can handle.

“I must hand it to you.” Ryujin says. “You’re a pain in my ass, that’s for sure.” She lets go off the bottle sighing.

Haechan raising an eyebrow. “Oh honey, get ready for a lot more pain then. I barely just started.”

She clicks her tongue annoyed. “Be quiet, give me the soju bottle.” He whispers. “I’ll pour you some.” Haechan sways the bottle lid on the girl’s shot glass.

Ryujin glared at him as she one hand drank the shot in a go, slamming the glass on the desk counter. Haechan whistles watching bet and she twitches, looking at the time.

It was almost time to go. The man looks over at the clock when noticing the young girl was being cautious of time, he hums. “Short peach, do you have somewhere to be?”

“None of your business.” She gawks out. Haechan hums alarmed. “Is it your boyfriend?”

Ryujin eyes haechan with a smirk. “Why, jealous?” The boy grins leaning in closer with his hand pulling Ryujin’s chin up by the thumb. “There’s no need to be jealous when i can fight him off.”

The girl’s lips hitch as her chin rugs him off aggressively, the girl stands up pulling the leather jacket back on properly.

“Well, good luck. My boyfriend hurts people.” Ryujin mentions walking away from the table and out the bar. Haechan murmurs. “Well i kill people.” He was quick to follow out the bar but the girl drove off with the fast motorbike once again, leaving him stranded.

He still didn’t get her name. This might be harder than he estimated.

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The steam of black smoke coming out the engine has lead Ryujin to a mansion. The woman parks outside where she then led herself inside off the motorcycle.

Inside the building she was met with multiple servant and a solider in command upstairs. She then met the man in front sitting with relaxed manner.

“Ah! Ryujin I was beginning to think someone killed you.” He laughs a bit and Ryujin huffs. “Something like that I experienced.”

Mentally, if anything. Ryujin thought back to haechan’s skills to annoy and aggravate her on purpose. The man chuckles. “Well glad you survived. Did you go to that wedding like I said?”

She gives a small nod. He then turns around to the window smirking. “Did you take a look at them?”

“Yes sir.” Ryujin responds. “Should we continue to the next plan?”

“Not yet, soon though. Who was the guy that followed you out of the wedding?”

The blonde girl sits still shrugging. She hasn’t bothered getting his name, but she wonders why was her boss suddenly interested. “I have no idea sir but he’s been following and tracking me. Want me to kill him?”

“No, don’t bother. Keep him close and make friends with him. Use him for information, he seems valuable.”

Ryujin nods looking down at her hands. Guess she will have to tolerate Haechan just a little more.

His Karma masterlist.

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😭 haechan and Ryujin’s dynamic is so fun to write about. He’s so sassy man 💅also been a while since I wrote Areum and Jeno smut <3 we finally have dominating mommy areum!

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[mantleoflight]

Timeline & Verses: Echo-17 & Whisper

Golden Era - Golden Age

Exo Project || Rachel-1 || Golden age!Echo

Married and a Mother of two, Rachel Green was an avid media industry professional who specialized in family edutainment programming. However, her career and family life were derailed when she experienced a freak accident, leading to micro metals filling and poisoning her bloodstream. With chemical, nanite, and other treatments failing to repair the damage, Rachel and her husband were approached with other less conventional solutions. Braytech was one of those solutions and Rachel agreed to participate in the Exomind project in the hopes of being able to have a new lease on life for herself and her family. What she received would lead to a whole other can of worms she never expected to deal with.

Dark Ages/Old Light AU

The Bunker || Old Light Beginnings Rezzed in the wilds of North America, Rachel-5 awoke in a sealed bunker amidst the bones of its former occupants. Panicked, she did all she could to escape and managed to thanks to some temporary fixes and a good charge of arc light. Once out and in the bright green of the overgrown forest around her, Rachel-5 had time to calm down from her brief ordeal and let her ghost fill her in on what was going on. Namely who she is, where they are, and where they might get supplies to best help them survive. Unfortunately for Rachel-5, one of those best places is one she just escaped, so it takes a bit to coax her back in to get the supplies they need. However, by doing so, she and Whisper discover this was a family bunker owned by the "Greens". The Green family had come there during an emergency and been trapped inside when the Collapse knocked out their bunker's power. Whisper and Rachel discover that the bones she had awoken to hadn't been some horrifying animal den. It had been the bones of her family's last embrace. With this in mind, Rachel-5 made a small burial plot for them and with Whisper's guidance, crafted a single large gravemarker from scrap metal with the family member's names on them. Now she operates from this bunker, careful to keep it concealed as she fixes it up and figures out how to survive, utilizing both the information kept in there and that which she learns in the wilderness. Outside || Runner's Way After establishing her new base of operations, Rachel-5 set out to find other survivors and perhaps lend a hand. Her search was met with a harsh and brutal reality of starving people, violent, roving bands, and warlords who either demanded your obedience or killed you on sight for bearing the Light. It's here that Rachel learns the value of secrecy--namely that despite the power given to her by the Light she is fragile and is a better fighter at a distance when no one knows she's there. So she begins going by an alias, one to match her ghost's name: Echo. From there, she gained a reputation for her skills in cartography, surveying, and getting into places no one else could or should. Now she works as either a contract spy, map maker, or treasure hunter, but always with a back-out clause in case things go really sideways.

New Light // Main Verse

Once New Beginnings || Old!New Light au

Originally a hunter from the dark ages, Echo-17 (formerly Rachel-5) awoke in a field of grass and boulders in the cosmodrome with no name, her reset number, 17, and her ghost who introduced herself as Whisper. Whisper is quick to do a thorough examination, glad to find that her OS was indeed stable and she wasn't going to spontaneously reset again. With that in mind, Whisper began her retraining, the only one aware of the devastating event that erased everything but her reset number from her memory. Afraid of the possibility of being found and reset again, Whisper provided her with a name to take the place of her lost one without garnering possible unwanted attention--Echo. Since then, the pair of them have managed to make a pretty good life for themselves as a ghost and NewLight. With Whisper's training, Echo has been able to lend a hand much quicker than a new light ordinarily would. However, now she has to think on her feet and handle dangerous situations she never thought possible.

Beginning Light || NewLight!Echo

Raised not long after the Stasis Crisis with House Salvation, Echo-17 began her life as a New Light exploring the vastness of the land around her. Naturally curious but flighty, it took some time before Echo was brave enough to go to the Last City or leave once she was there. However, after volunteering to help out a few cryptarchs in finding "lost information", she volunteered to go to various locations in hopes of rediscovering the lost data the cryptarchs were searching for. Such ventures led her to discover the Warmind Rasputin as she answered his distress call and cleared out a group of Fallen from his bunker. It also led her to the Dreaming City where she discovered the existence of Wish Dragons and set about studying them in all their fascinating facets. As her curiosity grew, so did her willingness to explore new sites, technologies, and subjects. Unfortunately, such learning and exploration can lead to dangerous situations, situations even Guardians aren’t prepared for. Fortunately for her, New Lights are never left alone for long, and with the help of a few Vanguard-assigned guides.

Main Timeline/Mission Files

With two years of missions under her belt, Echo can't really call herself a "new light" anymore, even if sometimes she still feels like it. Now she takes a less hands-on approach, opting to deal with background things and maybe go on a few missions to loosen up. However, her choice in lifestyle belies the real power she has still thrumming through her systems. Because even though her lifestyle seems soft, she still has the power of the Light and all the skills she's gained with it over the first and past two years of her life.

Dragon Wishes - Ahamkara AU

Dragon Wishes || Ahamkara!Echo:

During one of her curiosity tours in the City, Echo fell into the abandoned lair of a dead dragon. Fascinated with the bones she found inside, the newlight explored with avid curiosity and made a simple, absentminded mistake. "I wish I knew what it was like to be a wish dragon," she had asked, and the bones, with one wish left in their calcified marrow, granted said wish. By turning the newlight into a new little dragon of her own. Now Echo must figure out how to function as a new-light wish dragon and hope to do so before the other guardians find her.

Dragon’s Maze || Ahamkara!Echo:

After managing to figure out some of her powers, Echo has managed to make a den in the Dreaming City in the form of an elaborate maze. Naturally, she figured any guardian worth their Light would find her eventually, so she made false trails to lead them away from her true den. However, upon seeing the use and delight of the guardians who "solved" her maze and gathered the loot from it, the young hunter-turned-wish-dragon decided to make it an actual thing. Thus came the Maze of Echoes! A place to test a guardian's puzzle-solving and combat skills, all with remarkable loot including a new engram - one upon which you wished and got a themed item based on that wish. Whether it was what you wanted or not is up to chance, but then again that was one of the beautiful aspects of the maze. That and the fact that it fed the young wish dragon with an endless supply of challenge-hungry guardians, was truly a grand wonder to behold. After all, whether it's a bootleg, a theme, or a genuine article, a wish made on a wish-engram is always granted in the end.

Hive AU

Ehkos || Hive!Echo

After being tricked and transformed by the spellcraft of the Witch Queen, Ehkos awakens as an amnesiac acolyte who is learning the ropes on how to be hive while subtly getting the feeling that things aren't what they seem--especially with her Ghost. Now she is training under the hive bishop, Taûryx, (@bandit-prince) until she can prove herself worthy as a Light Bearing Acolyte, a proud member of the Witch Queen's Lucent Brood, and uncover the secrets she believes her ghost his hiding from her. [More details Coming Soon]

Hive AU -- Pt 2

Crossover AUs

Back to the Past || Pre-Traveler Crossover Verse

After having a stray wish granted, Echo has been thrown far from the struggles of her daily life in the Last City and into the past far before the Traveler came to earth. Not only that, but she herself seems to have been reverted to a time in her own past too, one without the whirrs and hums of mechanical limbs. Yet still the gift of the Light remains and gives her daily breath--and she wonders if it might be enough to give a bit of daily Arc or Solar too.

Wrong Place Wrong Time Wrong Everything || Star Wars AU

After discovering a Vex traveling network known as the Nexus, the Vanguard sent Echo-17 and several others on a mission to disrupt and destroy the Vex's network, preventing them from gaining access to the Last City and other allied locations in the network's reach. The catch? They have to use their Jumpships to do it. Having gotten wise to the Vanguard's commando/guerilla warfare tactics, the Vexmind Laertes-α , constructed the Nexus Network to avoid giving platforms to any non-vex in the system. This necessitated the use of jumpships and the attempted hacking of a Nexus Vex gate. Fortunately, the Guardians were prepared, and with skilled flying and some refocused light, the fight between the fireteam and Vexmined Laertes-α ended with the destruction of the Vexmind and the Nexus network. Unfortunately, destroying the core piece of the network caused computer systems to crash, and the Vex network was no different. With everything collapsing around, it took all of the engineering capabilities of Vanguard, House of Light, and even Cabal to keep the Gate home open. Unfortunately, it wasn't the only gate open and in the confusion and sudden opening and closing of Vex gates, Echo was caught in one of the spontaneous Vex Gates and thrown across to the far side of the universe. One that she didn't expect to be populated. Now she must find her way to the Vex Conflux in the Unknown Regions to try and get back to Sol, all while learning how to survive and make nice in this new galaxy far, far away.

Return to Earth || Star Wars AU

(Under Construction) After having spent several years in what she would learn to call the "Known Universe", Echo finally locates a residual Vex Conflux and manages to utilize it and to earth. What she discovers is that while 4 years have passed for her, only about 20 minutes have passed for everyone else back in Sol. She finds out that Vex coordinates not only calculate where the portal is but when it is too. Now she must come back to a world she's dreamed of returning to and find a way to pick up the threads of her old life while bringing in some new ones from her new life too.

#ooc || out of light #echo #echo 17 #mobile verses #verses #info #verse info

[bambooinwind]

SPY AU.

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

Pairing Min Yoongi x Fem! Reader

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

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

_ _ _ _

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

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

You coughed. "Um, good morning."

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

"Because the target isn't."

"… What."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are crazy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You climbed into the house.

_ _ _ _

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

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

 “L/N.”

 “L/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “No, sir,” you muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 You grimaced. “I know it looks bad.”

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

“That was-- he was resisting--”

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

“--Balaclava,” you corrected miserably.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Radio silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what are the Stables?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

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

“Do you still know about basement guys?”

“No, sir,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[baekhvuns]

Rip Baek, they wanna make you an American football stan 🤡 I never understood Super Bowl tbh, some performances aren't even good anyway

Lol you're saying the Mbappe x RM saga will finally end? If he plays and behaves well be my guest, but it's on sight Kylian!!!

It's always sad seeing top players struggle in the NTs, because they're doing all the work. The disproportion is really big. I can't blame other players since a lot of them don't play in CL clubs, but it's so embarrassing sometimes 😭

So brother Baek could've been a cricket star?! Omg damn that injury sounds nasty though. I don't know shit about cricket actually. Tbf my wrist was already twisted because of another evil team ball sport called HANDBALL. My spaghetti arms couldn't take it lolol, I'm decent at basketball though! I did break two of my fingers while playing, but 😅

Pique thinks he's a spy or a detective trying to "expose" RM every 4 months, let it go... I can't believe Shakira got with him, girl??? I had to show some of the best football moments to my ignorant USA friend and I ofc sent her the Zidane headbutt and Suarez biting, culture <3

It happens every year so I don't think Salah cares? Good for him, but on the other hand I'd just stop posting at this point, cause the comments are getting worse and worse

Harry Kane being a disappointment isn't anything new lmao. Believe it or not, but I unfortunately have some Spurs fans among my friends and they're often mad at him

Omg, yeah see suddenly everyone knows everyone. Bestie I don't go to weddings, but I probably heard the songs you've mentioned, got me all curious 👀 Riverdale was filmed near you?! I'm so sorry, that's so bad 😩

Is the Yunho fic hot & cold too then? How's it going?

Hwa is a mystery, because no way he wouldn't be able to take Hongjoong down. Sometimes he does this though, soooo 🤔 runner Hwa AU... I'm manifesting

I hope Hwa will be able to attend EXO's concert 🤞🏻 I wouldn't mind a free ticket either, heh. Uhmmm wow, Neymar Jeongin stan... I better not see him at EXO World though

That radio clip of Seonghwa, I'm starting at nose ☺

Seonghwa stans Taemin and Taemin is Jesus, Taemin has passed his role to Seonghwa! But why did Woo say the choreography is tough, but Hwa said otherwise lmao. Maybe Seonghwa isn't doing anything 😭

Btw this person spoke the truth a fear, but they're booing them ausyshshjsjsjsbababsb. If they saw our opinions ☠ can't say shit on that app, because everything is anti behaviour

Halazia on the other hand seems nice, at least in contrast to Paradgim, idk if I'll be obsessed cause I'm used to them spoiling half the song so I'm not sure how I feel yet ajuduwuwsjjsjssjs, but everyone's already calling it SOTY ofc 😭 the performance spoilers what's going oooooon, feathers?! My issue is the cb is at 6am my time AGAIN???!!!! What happened to later comebacks, fuck America I know it's all for Billboard!!! 😭

LMAO gitl, so someone asked if the person on my lockscreen was my girlfriend??? And it's Christmas kitty Hwa I almost died

Oh he... yeah so anyway 🧍🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

ALSO MINGI'S HAIR IS YELLOW AND RED AGAIN AAAAAAAA

Wait what's the god save the queen option about 😭 anyways I'm a communist, honestly I got called one more times that I can count so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Oh no Baeksy, HUI ON BOYS PLANET AS A CONTESTANT??? HE GOT RELEASED FOR THIS?! 😭😭😭😭🔪🔪🔪🔪 - DV 💖

hi helloo!!

Rip Baek, they wanna make you an American football stan 🤡 I never understood Super Bowl tbh, some performances aren't even good anyway //// Lol you're saying the Mbappe x RM saga will finally end? If he plays and behaves well be my guest, but it's on sight Kylian!!!

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 u will never catch me being one <3 id probably get whooped if i ever put on the american football in this ethnic household fbwndbej,,,, i AM SAYING PERHAPS partially bc at psg he gets the recognition and if he were to move it,,, he’d have to share it the spotlight but since he gets his fair share of it psg iM HYPOTHESIZING that he will not leave unless ronaldo pulls up that is dbd  

and also pelé??? 😭😭🤚🏻 vivienne westwood???

It's always sad seeing top players struggle in the NTs, because they're doing all the work. The disproportion is really big. I can't blame other players since a lot of them don't play in CL clubs, but it's so embarrassing sometimes 😭

yEAAAH! it’s cringe to even watch, i skipped so many of porto’s matches bc of it inconsistency in the plays and the ups and downs,,, if i compare them to argentina u could tell they all worked in a TEAM even if they got messi in, for porto it was like ronaldo was the only one being the definition of TEAM but when he’s benched it just crumbled,,, but i guess a lot of them have an experience now and hopefully put up a great fight next wc!

So brother Baek could've been a cricket star?! Omg damn that injury sounds nasty though. I don't know shit about cricket actually. Tbf my wrist was already twisted because of another evil team ball sport called HANDBALL. My spaghetti arms couldn't take it lolol, I'm decent at basketball though! I did break two of my fingers while playing, but 😅

fhandhwk nO bc we were REALLY onto him being one but then everyone kept pressuring him saying you’d be on tv and then the ball hit his nose and made a bump on it and it was determined he would never <3 dbwnbdsn no its ok cricket’s like football, if u watch it u can tell exactly what’s going on! LMFAOOOO GTFO HANDBALLS SO MUCH FUN HOW THE FUCK DO U FUCK UR WRIST UP PLAYING THAT ANON U MUST BE TWISTING IT AND HITTING ALL THE SCORES 😭😭😭 ronaldo + lewa possessed u i tell u, STOPPP??? ANON??? I WISH U SAW MY FACE WHEN I READ THAT 😭😭😭 anon hOW stop did the ball jam really hard and ur body just gave up 😭😭

Pique thinks he's a spy or a detective trying to "expose" RM every 4 months, let it go… I can't believe Shakira got with him, girl??? I had to show some of the best football moments to my ignorant USA friend and I ofc sent her the Zidane headbutt and Suarez biting, culture <3

NO SRS I WONT BE SURPRISED IF HES SOME TABLOID SOLELY MADE TO EXPOSE RM 😭😭😭 no bc theres like compilations of shakira destroying pique’s emotions and its so funny to watch after the shit he’s done, deserved 🤩 RBQMDBWMCKCK STOP U SHOWED THE BEST THINGS STOP IT FNFNJCKC CULTURE !!!!! CORRECT !!!! literally no one remembers the winners it’s just the headbutt, he def cursed italy ever since dbdb did u show the pep ramos duo 🔫

It happens every year so I don't think Salah cares? Good for him, but on the other hand I'd just stop posting at this point, cause the comments are getting worse and worse

yeah!! like i get religion but ppl also celebrate christmas,,, AND halloween?? it’s not like he’s disrespecting his own religion?? bro just wants to have a good time 😭😭😭 he's having a great season so far too now!

Harry Kane being a disappointment isn't anything new lmao. Believe it or not, but I unfortunately have some Spurs fans among my friends and they're often mad at him Omg, yeah see suddenly everyone knows everyone. Bestie I don't go to weddings, but I probably heard the songs you've mentioned, got me all curious 👀 Riverdale was filmed near you?! I'm so sorry, that's so bad 😩

LMFAOOOO i believe it 100% bc my english cousins were like “disappointed but not surprised actually” 😭😭 omg u must’ve heard his songs! if u didnt go to a hindu wedding bdbd if u watched the movie happy new year? with srk, there’s a track called lovely i think he produced it, he’s worked w/ mr snoop before! tho is songs are primarily from early 20’s! YEAH TRAGIC !!!! ABSOLUTELY TRAGIC I TELL U, constant memories of im a weirdo 🔫🔫

Is the Yunho fic hot & cold too then? How's it going? /// Hwa is a mystery, because no way he wouldn't be able to take Hongjoong down. Sometimes he does this though, soooo 🤔 runner Hwa AU… I'm manifesting

it is hot & cold! banter and silly arguments and a reincarnation of betty white as yunho’s grandmother like the proposal <3 yEAH LIKE NO WAY??? is he just masking his strongness under the humble, nice, oldest persona,,, need him to throw hands,,, runner hwa au,, where he asks the ostracized, once track prodigy for help who shuns him away <3 readers older too!

I hope Hwa will be able to attend EXO's concert 🤞🏻 I wouldn't mind a free ticket either, heh. Uhmmm wow, Neymar Jeongin stan… I better not see him at EXO World though

I HOPE HE DO BC IM EXPECTING HIM TO BE THERE 🔫🔫🔫 BFMWBDKSBDKCKC free ticket is what im hoping for atm bc ik im not getting the tickets 😭😭 they do a raffle thing too all my hope is for that,,, FBWMBDWKKCKC  neymar a kai stan?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

That radio clip of Seonghwa, I'm starting at nose ☺ //// Seonghwa stans Taemin and Taemin is Jesus, Taemin has passed his role to Seonghwa! But why did Woo say the choreography is tough, but Hwa said otherwise lmao. Maybe Seonghwa isn't doing anything 😭

ANONNNN

taemin is the son of jesus, need to witness him live so bad ill make him my religion on spot fbfb SEONGHWA BECAME JESUS

i am gonna stop

i logged into twt and i

i

how

what THE fUCK

Btw this person spoke the truth a fear, but they're booing them ausyshshjsjsjsbababsb. If they saw our opinions ☠ can't say shit on that app, because everything is anti behaviour

they so brave for this bc its no one would wanna admit,, UTOPIA SUPREMACY!!!! LMFAOOOO the comment just under the post 😭😭😭😭

Halazia on the other hand seems nice, at least in contrast to Paradgim, idk if I'll be obsessed cause I'm used to them spoiling half the song so I'm not sure how I feel yet ajuduwuwsjjsjssjs, but everyone's already calling it SOTY ofc 😭 the performance spoilers what's going oooooon, feathers?! My issue is the cb is at 6am my time AGAIN???!!!! What happened to later comebacks, fuck America I know it's all for Billboard!!! 😭

sEEE NOW its def better than paradigm, i do dislike the “hala hala hala halzia” i prefer just the “halaziA” they do with their voices and it’s oomph 🤌🏻 the beat at hongjoong’s rap was sICK,, for a moment the beat drop was like the same type of music as dazzling light bUTTT it was good!! jongho’s vocals great i do think mayhaps there couldve been a chorus where they all sing together and it would be chills w the drop,, it was an almost anti drop in the first half,, ur opinions on it??

LMAO gitl, so someone asked if the person on my lockscreen was my girlfriend??? And it's Christmas kitty Hwa I almost died //// Oh he…  yeah so anyway 🧍🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️ALSO MINGI'S HAIR IS YELLOW AND RED AGAIN AAAAAAAA

LMFAOOOO RHQKDHQKHDKW UR GIRLFRIEND IS SEONGHWA !!!!! SCREAMING DHDJDJDJ£|€£\€\ IM NOT EVEN LOOKING AT HIM IM STUCK ON UR STORY STOP THATS HILARIOUS DHDJ

Wait what's the god save the queen option about 😭 anyways I'm a communist, honestly I got called one more times that I can count so 🤷🏼‍♀️

A COMMUNIST 😭😭😭😭 i am a christmas enthusiast <3 heres another!

Oh no Baeksy, HUI ON BOYS PLANET AS A CONTESTANT??? HE GOT RELEASED FOR THIS?! 😭😭😭😭🔪🔪🔪🔪 - DV 💖

NO CAUSE???? WHAT THE HELL???? 😭😭😭😭😭  

bro’s acting

is this not ceo hwa

and im afraid that arrange marriage fic is topping the tier atm…

ikon freedom era and bp going black label?? what IS GOING ON BFFB

AND A POST MALONE SONG FOR ATTEEZ IM GONNA START SCREAMINNNNG oh its not with hwa 😭😭😭😭

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[eggsmuses-a]

WISHLIST:

Jinx

- absolutely bonkers. this woman is teaching unethical chemistry to people who should not hold bombs

- Overwatch au ?

- Angst with a Vi or Silco, bonus points if Jinx is interacting with a Cait

Shuichi Saihara

- Ultimate Talent Development Plan interactions/HPA AU (and rarepair/cross-game ships ?)

- Life after V3

- Future Foundation

- Ships and fluff w/ V3 cast :]

- P.ersona 5 verse threads/Phantom Thief ints

Eido

- Drifter interactions because they're besties !!

- Eliksni interactions + Mithrax

- Eido and any muse being nerds together

Exo Stranger

- Time travel shenanigans w/ crossovers (A Hat in Time would be so funny)

- Bray siblings talk w/ Ana (maybe about the Dark Future or Clovis)

- Beyond Light threads

- Lightfall threads

- Dark Future threads

Petra Venj

- Cayde and Uldren interactions

- Forsaken threads

- Crow interactions

- Mara interactions ? Also other Awoken citizens

Mara Sov

- Attempt to reconvene with Crow

- Conflicting romantic plotlines

- gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Uldren Sov/Crow

- Reverse Forsaken (Uldren takes Cayde's place and vice versa)

- Forsaken Threads

- Mara interactions

- Jolyon and Petra interactions

Connor

- Investigation/crime hunt

- Random interactions

- Post-DBH interactions (rogue RK900 plotline ? idk)

- Hank for familial interactions (or angst)

Joker

- Phantom Thief ints

Lucia

- Interactions with other stoic muses who believe they are weapons and/or are robotic constructs

- Battle and/or sparring threads

- Fluff interactions

Azusa Aizawa

- General interactions because I love Slime 300

Scout

- Interactions w/ Spy (dad!Spy and post-6)

- Threads set during comics

- Daily life in RED base

Sans

- Undertale threads

- Frisk interactions

- Soriel threads

Hatsune Miku

- MIKU IN YOUR NEIGHBOURHOOD. SHE IS IN THE WALLS

- Crossover interactions and friendships/relationships

GENERAL

- Car chase threads somehow ?

- Crossover interactions

- AUs like bodyswaps or ironically enough coffee shops

- Ballroom dances/masquerade (bonus points if it's actually an infiltration James Bond style)

- Muses work together as an unlikely duo/group to achieve a heist (can organise details in DMs)

#( out of eggs ) -- ooc #( .. ) -- wishlist #/theres prolly more i cant think of rn but KSGKAVS #/im gonna lay down for a bit bc idk if i will end up writing today augh #/ill add more later

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infj-t | saggitarius [sun], capricorn [moon] and capricorn [rising] | a gryffindor!! hopless romantic hidden under an anti-romantic | night owl vibes!! favorite trope: enemies to lovers is a visual arts major hoping to be an illustration major with a minor in computer science

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ likes: collecting things, gothic literature, reading, writing, drawing, ink, pens, notebooks, sketchbooks, kpop, coffee [iced and hot], tea [iced and hot], books, cafes, disney movies, gore, horror [movies, literature, etc.], enemies to loves [my beloved, yes it has to be mentioned twice], dsmp, twitch, vtubers, most music, frogs, bears, raccoons, mice, horses, silver, jewlery, summer, kdramas [trying to get into more], true crime, soulmates, college aus, anime, oversized hoodies, comfy clothes, strawberries, sweets, blueberries, watermelons, chocolate, morally grey characters, [my beloveds &lt;3], villains [marry me please~], bats, snakes, spiders

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ dislikes: the cold, sitting still, sleeping early [hate the process of falling asleep], napping, not being productive, waking up early [i am not a morning person-]

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ music i listen to:

kpop: bts, stray kids, ateez, enhypen, nct, txt, seventeen, e'last, onlyoneof, the rose, golden child, big bang, monsta x, got7, block b, pentagon, e'dawn, wonho, dpr ian [still don't know if he's kpop-], p1harmony, xdinary heroes, victon, exo, many many more... jrock: unite, aicle, the gazette, pentagon, mejibray, lycaon//initial l, codomo dragon, born, razor broadway: hamilton, six, heathers, dear evan hansen, wicked, in the heights, sweeny todd, hadestown, beetlejuice other: glass animals, lovejoy, black veil brides, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, imagine, dragons, korn, nine inch nails, mother mother, maneskin, sub urban, glaive, vocaloid i listen to wayyyy too much music, i swear this isn't all of it- saw wicked in: 2019 [hs sophmore], beetlejuice on: december 2019 [hs junior], stray kids on: 6.29.22, ateez on: 11.28.22, taylor swift on: 5.14.23

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ streamers//youtubers i like:

wilbur soot, tubbo, ranboolive, tommyinnit, karl jacobs, georgenotfound, dreamwastaken, most of the dsmp members, markiplier, jacksepticeye, mysta rias, vox akuma, ike eveland, most of the nijisanji vtubers, gura gawr, hakos baelz, most hololive//holostars vtubers

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ games i like:

resident evil series, omori, twisted wonderland, obey me!, a3!, mystic messenger, uta no prince sama, the arcana, colorful stage, rhythm hive, bts world, dark wood, minecraft

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ books i like:

love & gelato, caraval series, 6 of crows, shadow & bone series, scythe series, red queen, night vale books [the podcast is so amazing], gallant, and so many more books...i have like a tub full of them-

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ anime i like:

toilet bound hanako kun, spy x family, your lie in april, black butler, hunter x hunter, komi can't communicate, assassination classrrom, HAIKYU, blue period, the devil's a partimer, uta no prince sama, attack on titan, kamigami no asobi, deadman wonderland, many many more i can't remember off the top of my head...

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[sooibian]

The Spy Who Loved Me

gif credits @byunvoyage​

Pairing: Spy!Baekhyun x Assassin!Reader ft. Chen, Chanyeol

Description: It’s an obsessive cat and mouse chase

Themes: Dark comedy, angst, heavily inspired by season one of Killing Eve

Warnings: Violence, strong language

Word Count: ~2.8k

A/N: This one-shot comes during a very busy season for me so if you can make time for feedback, I’d be very grateful. Thanks :)

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It’s the way light escapes their eyes.

Fear. Despair. Hope. Then…nothing.

They hope to be spared. I have a family…what about my children…please…why are you doing this to me…. The utterly foolish ones even offer you money. This imbecility makes the corners of your mouth curl upwards - especially when they’re out of breath from running or begging or whatever it is that gets their heart rate up. Eh. Factor in some cardio before dissolving into a permanent state of slumber, maybe? Poor things always mistake the twitch of your lips for impending clemency…what they don’t know is that it’s always been the breathy ones that peak your excitement.

There’s not a single hit you’ve regretted.

Mostly because you don’t bother with the futility of why. They give you a name and you jet off. To you, it’s really a fun job involving travel, costumes, languages, a hefty allowance, sticking pointy objects in the right places and theatrics. You’re not one to just do your job and slip away quietly. No arterial air embolisms, no unidentifiable fumes or poisons. No boring and discreet.  Where’s the fun in that? Flamboyant is your middle name. Every assassination is a heroi-comical poem for you - killing an asthamatic nez with a fatal concoction of perfume or a feeble-hearted fetishist with clamps that turned out to be a wee bit too intense for him.

You’re good at this. No, infact, you’re the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever  will be.

“The NIS has deployed a team of four to hunt you down because of the mess you left in Beijing. So you’ll be working with a team now. No more flying solo.” Your handler Chen says nonchalantly. 

Shit.

Beijing. “Make it look like a suicide”, had been the directive. The assignment Kasia had been put under witness protection after you’d murdered her mafia boyfriend. She was in a hospital - injured and deranged from the shock of it all, watched over by armed men. Things obviously didn’t go as planned and the security detail bloodbath was, well, collateral damage.

You saunter towards Chen with an intentional swing in your hips, a pout on your lips. You sit a little too close to the astute man, almost purring with seduction, “NIS, you say. Give me a name." 

“Byun Baekhyun.” His lips curl into a cat-like smile as he stealthily adds a foot long distance between the both of you.

“Never heard of him”, you say neutrally, gliding closer to his stoic form.

“He was a security officer before this. A nobody. In fact, he was fired right after the Kasia debacle in Beijing. She was his responsibility.” Letting out an exasperated sigh, he gets up on the pretext of fetching a glass of water.

“Why the sudden promotion, then?”

“A change of jobs. He’s heading a team…Operation Jinseong, they call themselves. Apparently, he’s the only one who believed that the murders have all been executed by a woman. If they can get to you, they can get to them. The organization. This conjecture has seemed to have impressed a higher up. After firing him, they swept his computer and found hoards of theories and all the intelligence he could gather about the faceless demon that’s actually…you. An insider thinks he’s fascinated. And a little cuckoo.” Chen’s laughter is throaty and taunting. 

He takes a sip of water and places the glass carefully on the counter, eyeing you the entire time. Chen. It’s a nom de plume. He’s a ghost - a shadow of a shadow, if you will. You know nothing about Chen but you know better than to snoop around. He’s always been affable yet distant, but he has this maddening habit of scrutinizing people. The changes in the expression, the dilation of the pupils. The man doesn’t miss a beat. And he stares unapologetically. You wonder what he thinks when he looks at you. You wonder how he feels. Disgusted? Lustful? Terrified?

He wants to know everything that’s behind those vacant eyes. With him, you feel disrobed.

“You’re only as good as your last”, he says finally, in his threateningly soft voice, thrusting a thumb drive into your hand. But you don’t feel threatened. The truth is, you feel nothing at all.

He’s at the door when you exclaim, “You never have sex with me!” Feigning annoyance.

He laughs and states matter -of-factly, “I’m married”, before closing the door behind him.

Like that’s ever stopped a man before.

***

Byun Baekhyun.

You search the thumb drive and a fresh faced man with luminous eyes smiles at you from the screen. His arm is wrapped around a slender, honey-skinned woman with big hair and big teeth. They look like an advertisement for home buyers.

A wave of recognition floods your mind.

He was there. 

He was there at the Beijing scene. The beautiful man who helped you with the coffee maker in the hospital. The very same coffee you doused barista Kasia with. 

There’s an inexplicable swell in your chest.

.

.

.

You’re no team player.

The undertaking with your ex and her boyfriend didn’t go as planned. Chen should’ve known. 

After a disagreement, you instigated her to off him, your shin getting injured in the scuffle. Then you ran her over with the jeep - once, twice. The third time was just to be sure. This commotion affected the escape of the NIS Agent you were after.

The mole that ratted out Baekhyun’s Operation Jinseong. 

The murders of your “colleagues” you could manage to explain - you’d tailored them to look like accidents. However, the assignment’s escape was sure to reflect poorly on you.

You’re only as good as your last.

The Agent scurries across a field of dead grass towards the feeder road, putting considerable distance between him and an injured you, where someone sat waiting anxiously in the driver’s seat.

Oh, Baekhyun…

It’s the first time you look into each other’s eyes, the moment stretching between you. It is like standing on the ledge of a skyscraper. With the wind in your hair, the world at your feet but in this space exists trepidation. A fear of falling.

Your gun wielding arm suddenly feels too heavy and your legs threaten to give up on you. Your heart rate escalates as the hot embers of his gaze gloss over the stretch of your skin. 

The mole slips into the backseat of Baekhyun’s compact Kia Morning as you continue to take aimless shots at his vitals - eyes still intertwined with Baekhyun’s. 

What good was a mole to the NIS?, you wanted to ask. Especially one that looked like a sewer rat.

You were only doing them a favour.

Aiming the gun at Baekhyun, you fire, only to realize he isn’t fearful or panicky. On the contrary, there is a sense of purpose in his eyes as well as something you could only identify as a glimmer. A spark. 

Even from a twenty foot distance you can tell Byun Baekhyun is in awe of you.

This…thing…this electricity surges through your veins and you sprint towards your jeep - as fast as your good leg could carry you. 

Oops. You didn’t mean to run over her for the fourth time.

***

Reverse. Acceleration. A few well thought out turns and your jeep is hardly a hundred meters behind Baekhyun’s car. You continue to fire and he continues to dart, swerve, sidestep. A good driver.

Suddenly, his car comes to a screeching halt.

He steps out of his vehicle amidst shrill cries of protest from the mole in the backseat and you follow suit.

Weaponless, crouched, he inches towards the gun pointed at him. 

“I mean no harm”, despite his scared posture, his voice is confrontational. “Leave the man alone. He has a little girl.”

Oh, Baekhyun…

You smile at him. He smiles back.

A genuine smile. Like the one your father used to give you when he saw you relishing ice-cream as…a little girl.

In a flash, you aim the nozzle at your temple and Baekhyun cries out a loud, pained, “NO!”

Laughing, you lower the gun and fire at his feet. He ducks. 

You vanish.

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.

.

It was exhilarating to use the alias ``Mrs. Byun ” for your next job especially since the man and his giant partner have been on your tail for three months now. 

But, maybe, you shouldn’t’ve stolen Baekhyun’s luggage as soon as he landed in Tokyo to investigate the mysterious death of a Chinese colonel. He and his team knew perfectly well whodunnit. But one can’t bring faceless demons to book now, can they?

Who knows how this easily distracted giant of a man is supposed to protect Baekhyun if it should ever come to it. He couldn’t even watch his luggage for a measly five minutes.

***

You watch Baekhyun and the giant from your apartment overlooking the crime scene. He looks frazzled and the giant slightly apologetic. ‘You’ll have your bag back soon, baby’, you whisper, sucking on a bubblegum flavoured lollipop.

Thirty minutes roll by and the investigation seems to be heading nowhere. Bored out of your wits, you slump into your bed and toy with the contents of Baekhyun’s bag - shirts, slacks, underwear, toiletries.

Dull, tedious, and soul-destroyingly unimaginative. 

Save for one green scarf. 

In a sea of monotones, the scarf stands out. Demanding attention. Fluttering your eyes shut, you slowly bury your face in it - your senses entirely enveloped in his heady scent. 

***

“Excuse me, if you don’t mind me asking, where did you get that scarf from?”

Day two in Tokyo. You’ve been following Baekhyun (and, by extension, Chanyeol). Studying him. It was like adopting Chen’s personality. Apart from the occasional loud laughter, his demeanour, you learn, is self-effacing, gracious, and polite. He’s a picky eater who only eats to live and not the other way round. He’s also very observant and intuitive. But not enough to know that he’s being watched. 

Also, he’s thinking. Constantly. He’s thinking about you. 

“Excuse me?”

Chanyeol asks again - large, deep brown eyes focused on your neck trying to stop you from getting onto the same train as Baekhyun. 

Very subtle.

“It’s from my mother’s store. I could give you the address if you like”, smiling, you crane your neck to look into his disturbed eyes as you both pretend not to know each other amidst a swarm of dog-tired people on the platform at six in the evening.

You slip into the crowd but the oaf chooses to follow.

What does he think he’s doing following an assassin through a strange city! Unarmed.

Forty minutes elapse and he continues to chase you through the streets of Tokyo, keeping up with your brisk pace. With your easy charm, you breeze into the club called Camelot and wave Chanyeol goodbye as he’s stopped by the bouncer and sent to the back of the line. His eyes are dark with a murderous rage.

The club is loud, dark…stuffy - the air thick with over-the-counter happiness. Definitely not to your taste but you stay to give Chanyeol a head start. He’s pissed you off and he’ll pay for it later. Not today. 

You really didn’t want to upset a tired Baekhyun. At least not until you feel a beefy hand weigh down your shoulder.

“I didn’t want to do this”, you rise on your tippy toes and whisper into his ear before sticking a short blade into the side of his stomach. He’s heaving as you stare into his round, childlike, startled eyes while supporting his stumbling weight and stabbing him repeatedly until he finally collapses.

You leave him to bleed out on the dance floor and on your way out, you grab the arm of a medium-built man, your blood-dipped, glistening lips stretched into a lascivious smile.

“Let’s put you in a costume first”, you say to the unassuming moron, excitably thinking of Baekhyun’s dull shirts.

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.

.

Grief draws people closer, your grandmother used to say, every time someone died of sickness in that impoverished little village of yours.

Baekhyun’s grieving the oaf who was slowing him down. He’s looking for company. So..he’s snooping. 

He’s in your apartment.

The “trusting old lady” - your next door neighbour, who actually works for the same organization as you handed him the key exactly as instructed. You’d been expecting him, this meeting was long overdue. But you wait in the cute little French cafe just around the corner - watching him scout out your apartment through your phone, while devouring a Charlotte Russe cake - dressed pretty in a flouncy pink dress.

He’s careful not to make a squeak. Walking on tippy toes, running his beautifully slender fingers along the drapes, the furniture, the walls as he goes. Your skin tingles all over. Oh, how you wish to be a piece of furniture in the moment. Only Baekhyun could make you want to be something muted and inanimate. Furniture, mattress, drapes.

He saunters slowly to your blackwood Georgian cupboard. The one you use for your wigs, costumes, weapons, and his own green scarf. He wears the scarf around his neck, ruffles the costumes but he’s gentle with the wigs. Stroking and caressing. 

From the drawer he picks out a .38 and shoves it in his waistband. Right behind his hip bone.

Oh, Baekhyun…

Pretty boys and their dangerous toys.

He finds himself in the kitchen. The revolver seems to have straightened his spine and suffused his step with a very welcome spring. Mi casa es su casa. 

In the fridge he finds exactly what he’s supposed to. No food. Only a dozen bottles of celebratory champagne of the best kind. What comes next from him is a scornful snicker which fills your mouth with a bitter taste. The Charlotte Russe doesn’t look very appetizing anymore. He draws a bottle out of the fridge, studies it and smashes it onto the floor. Then another, then another until all the bottles are reduced to shattered glass dripping in gold strewn across your kitchen floor.

Playtime is over, Baekhyun.

You make a run for your apartment.

***

He’s exhausted. 

Breathless, air tousled, shirt crumpled, eyes droopy, beads of sweat lined across his forehead and upper lip - standing clueless, smack-dab in the middle of the mess he’s made - clothes torn off their hangers, furniture overturned. You can’t recognize your upscale Seoul apartment anymore. Careful around the glass, you make your way towards his still frame, withdraw the weapon from his light, jaded grasp. 

You take his hand in yours and lead him to your bedroom - which is entirely ransacked just like the rest of your house. Save for the bed.

He lies down on his back and his first words are, “God, I’m tired.”

“Me too”, you say, as you lie facing him, “Are you wearing the cologne I gave you?”

You’d sent him a bottle of cologne along with the bag you had nicked in Tokyo, as a token of appreciation. It was handcrafted to smell like power.

He hums, turning to the side to face you, nestling into the depths of your irises.

“Are you going to kill me?” He asks, eyeing the revolver in your hand.

Your heart falls to pieces at the ache in his voice.

“No”, you say simply, tossing it to the side.

“Really?”

“I promise.”

Relief ripples across his soft, boyish features smoothing the lines of worry as it goes.

“You’re all I think about”, he says, studying your face. And you’re left wondering yet again, about his thoughts. His feelings.

“So you trash my apartment?” You sound as gentle as you can. But if you’re honest, you don’t even have to try that hard.

“I lost my job, my partner, my wife left me, and I even lost my sanity because of you.”

With his dulcet touch, he traces along the edge of your lips.

“Fair enough. I think about you too. I mean, I to you masturbate a lot.” You say as your thumb rubs his cheek lightly.

He lets out a loud, embarrassed giggle that makes him look a decade younger.

“Too much?” You ask, apprehensively.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

And with that you’re both inching closer to each other, like magnets.

Baekhyun’s soft gaze darkens and simultaneously you feel something sharp poking at your stomach.

“You can’t do it”, you wrap your hand around the blade, almost mocking him. He’s too nice for something this abominable.

“I can”, he whispers, his eyes still nestled in yours, as he plunges the blade deeper, tearing you apart. 

He places a chaste, soft kiss on your forehead.

Fear. Despair. Hope.

“Sorry, baby.” 

Continuation - My Lovable Curse

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[marshmallow-phd]

Updated and Detailed WIPs

This is the approximate release order I have planned once my current fics start ending. These are subject to change given what mood I’m in once a fic ends. I hope you’re looking forward to them!  

The Clone - Junmyeon Lucky One AU (Part of the Experiments Universe) - Your biggest skill as a homicide detective was your relentlessness. You didn’t give up until you’d found the answer you were looking for. And that was going to get you in trouble some day. After several high profile murders occur, you’re sure that there’s a connection. But when your boss tells you to stand down, you go off on your own, determined to catch the hired killer. All the training in the world could never prepare you for the person waiting for you at the end of the trail. That is, if he doesn’t kill you first. 

Chasing Wind - Jongin Wolf AU (Part of the Untamed) - Life tended to hit you from all sides. When a strange boy literally runs into you at your job, you think things might be looking up for once. Until he lets you in on a secret that you couldn’t have guessed in a million years and your entire world is spun on its head.

Blood on His Hands - Yixing Mafia AU (Spinoff of Secret in His Eyes) - As a doctor, you took an oath to care for anyone who needed your help. You hadn’t exactly thought of a mafia leader when you swore to those words. After saving his life, you’d hoped you’d be allowed to go on your way. If only. The one person on your side was the doctor to the gang who didn’t seem to fit in with the rest. And that within itself was the greatest danger to you.

Always Remember - Jaehyun Anastasia!AU - You were an orphan with no memory of your past. He was a man searching for a quick payday. When the two of you cross paths, you’re taken on a journey through the past that could propel you to the future you’ve always wanted. But is it the right one for you? (Up in the air if I’ll ever actually write this one or not)

A Million Shards of Glass - Junmyeon Spy AU - details to be determined

Feel free to ask questions (spoilers will be responded to with the appropriate gif lol) and let me know what you think and which ones you’re excited about! 

#wips #wow this is a lot #and it took longer than I thought #but I do want to hear from you guys! #untamed wolf universe #the experiments #exo wolf au #exo lucky one au #exo fantasy au #exo spy au #exo mafia au #got7 bodyguard au #nct anastasia au

[attractive-asshole]

When you think it’s too late, you’ve already fallen for me, it’s out of your control.

Playboy - EXO (Spy!AU with KJN) for @hellomellowyellowjello 

#i cant stop making moodboards #this is what boredom plus a lazy fic writer gets you :/ #for nutmeg <3 #exo #exo m #exo k #kai #jongin #exo moodboard #kai moodboard #jongin moodboard #exo spy au #spy kai #spy jongin #kai pathcode #exo pathcode #moodboard #jongin pathcode #grey moodboard #mine #my edits

[brokecollegenerd]

Chapter 2

Genre: Royal au, crossdressing au

Paring: Spy! Baekhyun x soldier! Reader ft. Sehun

Summary: Your life gets turned upside down when the King demands one male of every household to enlist and defend the nation from invading forces. Fearing for your Father's life, you enlist for him and head off to fight for your home. All while trying to hide your true identity. While doing this, you meet a member of the Royal Spys. Who seems to always be there for you, when you need him the most

Word Count: 7,428

Tagging: @shesdreaminginoverdose​ @bbyunz​ @sekshi-namjas​ @yeahitsmerii​ @changshapatrol​

A/N: Sorry this took so long to finish, but 2020 was a hell of a year and this chapter turned out much longer than I originally planned. As always, I appreciate feedback (also special thanks to @thatmultifandomhoe for beta reading part of this chapter)

Masterlist | Previous Chapter

To say that you and Sehun hit it off well would be an understatement. By the end of the first day together the two of you were joking like lifelong friends, and by the end of the week you might even consider him your best friend. The two of you had found that your personalities got along well and you both understood the other's humor pretty well. During the long days of walking, you and Sehun would tell each other anything. From embarrassing childhood stories, like that time you fell off your family’s roof and broke your leg or the time that Sehun did a whole dance routine during a harvest festival, to just your thoughts on the world as a whole. You asked each other questions and learned many of the little ticks that the other had.

Helios wasn’t as excited about your new friendship as you were. No matter what you said or what Sehun did, Helios did not trust him. You kept your promise to Helios to sleep next to him, but after three days Sehun was sleeping on the other side of you. This didn’t help in convincing Helios that Sehun wasn’t trying to make a move on you.

“He could turn on you at any moment and tell, or worse he could hurt you.” Helios had argued. To put his mind at ease, you had asked Sehun the hard question.

“Would you have sex with me?”

“What!?” Sehun exclaimed, jumping up from his seated position. “Why on earth would you ask that?”

“Cause Helios is worried that you will try and make a move on me, and I want to reassure him that you won’t” you explained. Sehun sighs, and pushes his hand through his hair.

“No, I don’t want to have sex with you, cause well, I’ve never really been interested in women that way.” he says, almost embarrassed.

“That’s ok,” you reach out and grab his tunic to gently guide him to sit down again. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to clear the air between you, me, and Helios.”

“I understand,” Sehun says, “just tell him that I have no intentions of taking away his beau.” A gentle smile comes to your face at Sehun’s remark.

“I most certainly will.” you say, grabbing Sehun’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. His smile becomes large, making your heart swell with affection.

>>>

“There it is!” a young boy cries out. He was pointing into the distance where the very tip of a structure could be seen. It was the Palace! Excitement swept through the large group at finally seeing an element of the capital and knowing their long journey was almost over. A wide grin covered your face as you turned to look at Sehun. His boyish grin was back and it made you even happier.

“We made it!” you said, voice filled with joy. Before you know it, Sehun is hugging you and spins around with you in his arms. He has barely set you down before you gently shove him. “What was that for?” you ask, a little flabbergasted at the sudden action.

Sehun shrugs, “Just felt like it.” he states simply, a smirk coming to his face.

“Great way of keeping a low profile.” comes Helios’s voice just in front of the two of you. You turn and look at him. Helios has a point, Sehun picking you up wasn’t the most subtle thing. Before you could come up with a good response, Sehun seems to have an answer for Helios.

“You’re right,” Sehun stated, “I know a way to fix that.” Without a second thought, Sehun rushed forward and lifted Helios up into a hug the same way he had done to you. A great laugh leaves you as you watch Sehun twirl a bewildered Helios around in his arms. “There,” Sehun says after placing Helios back down, “now if anyone is concerned and curious it’s about me.”

“Problem solved, I guess” you barely manage to say between giggles. Helios was giving Sehun a death glare, but you saw just the faintest smile on his lips.

“I guess it does,” he says. Letting out a huff, Helios turns around and begins to walk away from the two of you. “Let’s go, we have a city to see.”

And what a city it was. If you had thought your hometown was big in any way, then you were proven completely wrong by the capital. Your whole town could fit inside the main market square. That wasn’t accounting for the numerous places to shop, and the many houses ranging from one room in size, to large mansions the closer you got to the Palace. People of all ages, races, and standing move along the cobbled streets. Horses pulled carriages and carts, while some just had a single rider on top. You felt as if your jaw had been open since you had entered through the large gate that was the entrance into the great city. You were in complete shock at all the things you could have never imagined before. You weren’t the only one in awe though, Helios and Sehun seems to be almost as flabbergasted as you were. All three of you kept looking around at the city in different forms of awe. Helios seemed the most interested in the large homes you all passed, while Sehun kept looking at all the passing soldiers on horseback. It seemed all of your worlds had just been expanded in ways that none of you could have imagined.

Walking along the semi-crowded streets, you notice a small stall off to the side covered in the finest of jewelry. You had never seen jewelry of this kind before. It made the simple necklaces your Mother wears look plain and boring. You walked over to the stall and gazed upon the beautiful jewels and charms. You normally didn’t care too much about necklaces and jewelry, but ever since you had to act more manly, the more feminine things in life became more desirable for you. As you were staring at all the jewelry, a particular item caught your eye. Two simple necklaces, each just being a simple stripe of leather but with a charm. One charm looked like a windstorm and the other looked like a spark of light. The charms were made of simple metal, and it was from the simplicity that the necklaces caught your eye. In a way, they reminded you of two young men in your life. You picked up the necklace with the windstorm charm, it felt sturdy and an image of Sehun on the road came to your mind. It really was quite incredible how quickly you had come to cherish that boy. Maybe it was his silent but caring attitude, which was a huge contrast to Helios’s loud and overprotective attitude. They both blanched each other out and you appreciated that greatly. You would need that kind of balance in the coming days. How else were you going to survive a war if you didn’t have some form of balance in your life. A cold feeling came over you as the idea of the war came into your mind. Up until this point you had put off what exactly being in a war would entail. You had only thought about keeping your family safe and making it to the capitol in one piece without murdering Helios on the way. Now, however, being in the capital, you couldn’t avoid the truth any more. You could be dead soon, or worse Sehun or Helios could be dead soon.

“Can I help you?” came a sweet voice. The voice jolted you out of your train of thought. 

“Um, no..or maybe...wait.” you said looking towards the voice, trying to get a bearing on what was happening around you. The owner of the voice happened to be a young woman, the owner of the booth it seemed. She was standing just on the other side looking at you with a sweet smile, and a concerned look in her eyes.

“Do you want to buy that necklace?” the lady asked. You looked down at the necklace in your hands, your hand clutching the charm so tightly you were shocked you hadn’t felt anything. 

“Um, no.” You finally say. You shake your head to clear the horrifying images that had been within them just a few moments before. “I was just looking at it.”

“Ok.” The girl gives you an awkward smile, and you can feel as though she’s asking for the necklace back. You return her awkward smile with one of your own and place the necklace back on the booth. 

“Ah, thanks.” you mumble out before walking away. You hear her say a goodbye, but don’t pay it much mind. You shake your head to clear your mind. 

“Hey, Lyn.” you turn your head to see Sehun coming over towards you among the crowd of people. “There you are, I was trying to find you.”

“What’s up?” you ask, using Sehun’s arrival to help distract you.

“Well, some of the guys made it up to the castle to figure out what we need to do next.”

“And?”

“Tomorrow is the day we’re all supposed to sign in.”

“Ah,” you remarked, “Where are we going to stay then, since we have another evening to go through before signing in.”

“There’s an area with texts set up to accommodate all the in-coming men.” Helios remarks coming to join the two of you. “We’re supposed to sleep there so it’s easier to get to the sign in tents.”

“So the army can keep an eye on us.” you finish Helios point.

“Exactly,” he says. You hum in acknowledgement“So, that means we have the rest of the evening to kill before we have to officially sign our lives away. Any suggestions on how we should spend that time?” You look at both Sehun and Helios to see if either of them have an idea. Helios smiles at you.

“I might have one.”

>>>

You didn’t know what you expected from a bar but what the building before you was, was certainly not it. It was a beautiful wooden building that seemed to be one of the oldest buildings on the block. Its windows were small and seemed to be no help when it came to light. However, it did help the place feel more homely and you couldn’t fault it for that.

“Are all bars like this?” you asked Sehun. He shrugged at your question.

“I’ve only been to the one in my town which is similar in design to this one, but I honestly have no idea.” You make a noise of acknowledgement. 

“The one in our town was nothing more than a shack, but that’s cause everyone just drank at home.” Helios remarks. It still blew your mind that there had been a bar in your hometown and you had never known about it. You chalk that up to your Father not being much of a drinker, plus never being in town unless you had to. “I figure this place will be a lot better than both our hometown bars.” Helios says to Sehun. “Come on, hang out front isn’t going to be much fun.” With that, Helios heads towards the door. You look at Sehun who shrugs at you.

“He has a point.” Sehun says. You nod and both of you follow Helios into the bar. Warm light spills through the large room that seems to make up the majority of the building. It’s filled with people of all walks of life, but primarily men. They sit at tables scattered throughout the room in chairs, or they sometimes sit on the table itself. On your left hand side, you see an almost ledge-like structure which is being crowded by many people. Behind which, is a wall full of shelves covered in bottles of all shapes and sizes. 

“What’s that?” you say motioning to Sehun, the left wall and the ledge before it.

“That’s the Bar and behind it is all the drink opinions.” 

“Wait, Bars are named after a piece of furniture?” you say, not hiding the disbelief in your voice. “That’s so stupid.”

“When you put it like that, yah, it kinda of is.” Sehun said, a small smile coming into his eyes. You looked again at all the bottles behind the bar, amazed at how much there was.

“That’s a lot of alcohol.” you comment.

“I’m going to have to agree with you.” Sehun says, “That’s more alcohol than I’ve ever seen in my life.” You can detect a hint of excitement in Sehun’s voice as his gaze is fixed upon the bottles. Side-eying him, you start to wonder if maybe you should have sat this out.

“What about you, Helios?” you ask, seeing Helios just on the other side of Sehun. Helios eyes the wall of shelves, glancing over it a few times.

“Yup, definitely the most I’ve ever seen.” After making his assessment, He leaves the two of you behind, again, and makes his way towards the bar. You and Sehun meet each other's eyes as you both watch Helios leave.

“Shall we?” you ask

“Oh yes.” Without another word Sehun follows after Helios. A chuckle escapes you as you follow an eager Sehun. The three of you weave your way through the large crowd of people that fill the room. With so many people around, you almost feel as if someone is watching you. You brush it off as just your mind playing tricks on you. Finally, the three of you arrive at the bar itself, Helios a little farther down from where you and Sehun found yourselves. There were a fair amount of people crowded around the bar, but it seemed that most of them left after getting their drinks. You and Sehun had just sat down on the stools in front of the Bar when a young man walked up to the both of you.

“What can I do for you fine gentlemen?” he asked. The young man was one of those boys the girls back home would call cute. With sandy blonde hair, chocolate eyes, and a dazzling smile, he was the ideal type of guy that girls would have a crush on. 

“You could help me with pickling out a drink for my friend here.” Sehun said motioning to you, mischief in his voice. “Let’s just say they’re a newbie.” 

“Oh, really?” the young said. He then looked at you with a look of mischief in his eyes like Sehun. “Well, you have come to the right place. We have the largest selection of alcohol in the whole Kingdom. Best place to figure out what type of drink is to your liking.”

“That’s not surprising” you comment, “It would be a little embarrassing if the Capital’s Bar didn’t have the largest selection.”  A great laugh burst out of the man. You’re completely thrown off by this man’s reaction to your statement. You and Sehun side-eye each other at this man laughing so hard. 

“That’s a new one.” he says after catching his breath. “No one has said that before, usually they’re just excited about our selection.” You see a smirk come to Sehun’s face.

“Well, I think that comment deserves a reward if you liked it so much.” he says, you can hear the plan in his voice before he even says what he wants.

“And what would that be?” the sandy haired man asks

“How about the first round is on the house?” A giant smile covers your face as Sehun makes his request. This boy was bold and you really found that amusing. The man behind the bar snaps his fingers at Sehun.

“I like the way you think, kid.” The man says, shaking his finger at Sehun. “Alright then, let’s start you all off right.” He turned his back to the two of you and went to the wall and grabbed a bottle off the wall. After setting down two cups on the bar, he poured the liquid into the cups and handed them off to the two of you. “I say, the best way to start a night of drinking off right is to start hard.” You eye the brown liquid in the cup before you. 

“What is it?” Sehun asks, bringing the cup to his nose. 

“Good ol’ whiskey.” the man replies. You’ve never heard of the drink before, but you didn’t want to miss an opportunity for a free drink. You bring the cup to your lips and drown the drink in one gulp. The taste that enters your mouth was nothing that you’d ever had before, and definitely not what you had expected. Your face screws up from the taste. Loud laughing breaks out at the weird face you just made. You look over at the two young men, who are laughing too hard to notice the death glare you are giving them. 

“Hey! Stop that.” you yell at them. Sehun tries to stop laughing, but he seems to be too giggly to stop.  “You could have warned me.” you continue to complain.

“And what’s the fun in that?” Sehun says. You groan out loud and look at the young man behind the bar. He stops laughing but, like Sehun, still finds the whole situation hilarious. Men, you think.

“Stupid boys.” you say without thinking. 

“Speak for yourself,” the young man retorts, “You can’t be older than both of us.” A dreaded silence comes over you and Sehun as soon as what you said sinks in. Your throat dries up quickly and you feel your brain come up blank as to how to answer the man. 

“Lyn doesn’t see themselves that way.” Sehun says pointing at you. “He thinks he’s better than other ‘foolish boys’, as he puts it if I recall.” As soon as you see the rope Sehun is throwing you, you immediately grab it. 

“That’s exactly how I put it. I sometimes feel like the only sane one around you and the people your age.” You turn to look at the young man who is just shaking his head at you. Probably because he thinks you're a snob not, but better a snob than a girl. 

“So, your name is Lyn?”  The man asks, leaning against the bar. 

“Yes, It’s a common name from where I come from.” you say, taking the opportunity to change the conversation. “And this tall fella is Sehun.” Sehun nods at the man as you introduce him and takes a swig from his drink. You can see the drink has no effect on Sehun based on his expression, which bothers you. 

“It’s nice to officially meet both of you.” the man says. “My name is John, a common name around here.” he says, giving you a wink. “Come sit, I can tell you both are going to be here for a while.”

“That we are,” you say, sitting down. Sehun sits down next to you and starts to drink while eyeing your drink.

“You plan on finishing that?” he asks. 

“Nope,” you say far too quickly. Sehun lets out a chuckle at you. John, likewise, gives you a look of amusement. “If you have something less vile than this, I’ll drink that.” you say. John nods his head at you, playing along.

“I assure you we have many drinks less vile than that.” he turns around to grab you a new drink. 

“I’ll take that then,” Sehun says, taking your cup away from you and pouring the drink into his own cup. “While he gets you an easy drink.” You glare at Sehun, something you’ve started to do far too much. 

“Sure.” you say, sarcastically. 

“Here yah go.” John said handing you a new drink, “hope this is more to your liking.”

“Hope so too.” you said. You brought the drink to your lips and hoped for the best. To your surprise, it wasn’t that bad. Still not pleasant, but definitely something you could drink.

“What do you think?” Sehun asked, leaning forward.

“Drinkable.” you replied crisply. Sehun let out a small chuckle, and smiled at you which filled you with a warm sense of happiness. You then leaned forward on the wooden bar watching John behind it make different drinks for all the men crowding around it. As you sit there, simply enjoying the busyness around you, you continue to feel a gaze pinned upon your back. You ignore it for a few moments hoping that it will go away. When it doesn’t, you slowly start to turn your head from side to side hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever is staring into your back. You try hard to be subtle in your search but it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do, looking over your shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” Sehun asks. Whipping your head to look at him, you see Sehun looking at you with a mixture of concern and judgment, which in all fairness was earned. You lean towards him and whisper to him.

“I feel like someone is staring at me and I’m trying to figure out who it is.” Sehun slowly nods before turning around completely in his seat to scan the room. Shaking your head, you throw yourself down onto the bar. So much for trying to be subtle, you think. A few minutes pass before Sehun turns back around. He grabs his drink and, not even looking at you, gives you his assessment. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s the young man in the right corner.” he states simply. Furrowing your eyes together, you raise your head and look over your right shoulder to see who Sehun is talking about. Within moments of looking over your shoulder, your eyes make eye-contact one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen. 

Calling him beautiful was not an exaggeration. With hair the shade of the night sky and dark eyes that pierced your soul, you felt all the breath within you leave your body. You barely made eye contact with the man before turning back around. You are completely thrown off. You take short, quick breaths as you try to get your heart back under control. Why your heart was beating so fast was a mystery to you. Most likely it was from shock, it couldn’t be from anything else. Definitely not from how handsome the man was, that would be a silly thing to get flustered over. That couldn’t be the man staring at you. Why would a man that beautiful stare at you, a simple country girl or rather boy. It made no sense.

“I see you’ve found him.” Sehun remarks. The smirk on his face telling you that your thoughts from earlier were wrong. Somehow, the most beautiful man you have ever seen is staring at you, and you could still feel him doing so. 

“He’s still staring.” you tell Sehun. You watch as Sehun looks over his shoulder again to look at the man.  

“I don’t like that.” Sehun’s face morphs into one of his stern looks and he stares at the man for a few more moments before turning back around again. “He seems sketchy.” You’re thrown back a little at Sehun’s assessment of the man. Granted, all you noticed were the man’s looks, so your assessment can’t be that good. 

“Why do you say that?” you ask. Sehun gives you a befuddled look.

“Did you see the crowd he was with?” You shake your head. “Then take a look.” Sehun mutters. You wait a few moments before looking behind you again. This time you don’t look directly at the man, but rather around him. You feel your heart drop into your gut. This man was surrounded by quite a few young women who were all trying to talk to him. There were many young men as well, all of whom were flirting with these young women. This man staring at you seemed to be a flirt, and his staring at you probably meant nothing. Unless….

“You don’t think he knows I’m a girl.” you ask Sehun in a hushed tone. Sehun’s face goes from a blank look, to one of thought.

“I don’t know” he answers, “If he does then we have a problem.”

“We?” you ask

“Yah, we,” Sehun says looking at you, “You’re stuck with me, so your problems are my problems.” A great feeling of gratitude fills you with Sehun's loyalty.

“If that’s the case then you can tell me your problems as well.” you smile at him and hope he sees the gratitude in it.

“Oh my gosh, ew.” Sehun says almost disgustedly, “Don’t get all cheesy on me now. I meant it in an annoying way. I have to cause you suck at keeping your secrets hidden.” You gasp, how rude of him. You give his arm a smack out of frustration.

“Fine then, I won’t help you with your future problems.” you say, in a tone of fake anger. Sehun laughs and then leans in closer.

“Nope, you’re stuck with me too.” You don’t have time to come up with a response, for out of nowhere someone yanks you away from Sehun and off the stool.

“What the Hell?!” you yell. Looking, you see that Helios has his hand around your arm and a face fuming in anger. So, Helios was who yanked you off the stool. You wonder if he’s drunk but nothing in his features says that he is. You’ve seen Helios drunk and this isn’t it. What was odd was how Helios wasn’t even looking at you, even after you yelled at him. He was staring daggers at Sehun.

“I told you to back off.” Helios snaps, completely ignoring you. 

“What are you talking about?” you say, pulling your arm out of Helios’s grip. “Sehun wasn’t doing anything.” Helios still doesn’t even look at you. Instead, his eyes stay on Sehun, who is equally mad now, as he answers you. 

“Oh, he definitely knows what he is doing.” Helios walks past you and closes the space between himself and Sehun. “If you don’t back off, I’ll make you.” He basically growls. Sehun leans forward in his seat to return the glare.

“Make me? I’d like to see you try. You’re an overbearing asshole who assumes the worst in everyone but yourself. Back off? I wasn’t doing anything. Unless you count making sure my friend is safe.” 

“Oh sure, you only care about their well-being because of what you can get out of it.” Helios is seething at Sehun. You’ve never seen him like this and you don’t know how to feel about it.

“Just because you think that way doesn’t mean I do.” Sehun says in a hushed tone. The crowd around you started to gather around the two arguing men. You were so lost. How had this happened? What could make Helios so mad at Sehun that he would start a fight with him? It’s You. Helios thought Sehun had been making a move on you. Anger burned within you as the relaxation dawned on you. Why did Helios keep insisting on this idea that Sehun was trying to sleep with you? You were no longer paying attention to what they were yelling at each other, but rather that the gathering crowd was growing in size. The look on many of the men’s faces was eagerness, eagerness for a fist fight. Thinking quickly, you reach out and grab by his arm and yank him away from Sehun.

“Stop, Stop it. You’re getting upset over nothing.” Looking around you raised your voice before speaking again, in hopes the whole room could hear. “Why start a fight when that’s all we're about to do? Instead of fighting each other, let’s use that angry against the enemy. So we can win this war and go home quickly.”

“This lad’s got a good point.” An older man said just on your left. He pushed his way through the gathering men and grabbed Helios on the shoulder, pulling him away from Sehun. “Forget it, lad. Whatever you two are arguing about can’t be important enough to get yourself hurt over.” The tension in the air was palpable, it felt that if Helios refused to back down a fight would happen. Then, finally, Helios sighed and his whole body deflated. 

“Fine.” Helios said, “I’ll let it go, but I’m keeping my eye on you.” He pointed at Sehun.

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing you’ll see.” Sehun retorted. Helios bit his lip and gave you a look. You could tell he was asking you to follow him, but you were too angry. Your grip on Sehun tightened and you gave Helios a look that clearly said, No. Helios shook his head and stormed off into the crowd. As he left, so did some of the men who had been gathering. The tension in the room slowly faded away as everyone left and went back to whatever they were doing before.

“Are you ok?” you asked Sehun. Sehun sighed and had an almost grimace look on his face.

 “I will be.” he said, “Let’s just ignore him and try and enjoy ourselves.” You nodded and both of you turned back around to sit in a comforting sense of silence. 

For the next few minutes you enjoy just drinking with Sehun and making small talk with those around you at the bar. Unfortunately, as more people around you start to get drunk and be noisy, you begin to reach your limit with the crowd. Everyone around you had reach the point of being far too drunk to function, and it was getting hard to relax. You kind of wanted to not be overwhelmed by large drunken dudes before you walked off to possibly die. Grabbing your drink, you leaned over to Sehun who was drunkenly talking to some guy.

“Hey,” you said. “I’m going to find a small corner to finish my drink. Just look in the back for me when everyone decides to leave.” You waited for Sehun to drunkenly acknowledge that he had heard her and then headed off to find that quiet corner. As you headed to the back, you saw a door in the back wall and decided to see where it went, discovering that behind it was just a small room. It was perfect, no one was in it and the only thing in the room was a bench which was up against the wall. You smile and make your way into the room and close the door behind you to block out all the noise from the bar. The quiet was beautiful, and you immediately felt at peace for the first time since you left home. Walking to the bench, you lay down, giving yourself a moment to finally rest after so much traveling.

Not even five minutes had passed before a loud noise brought you out of your comfortable silence. A loud bang echoed throughout the room, causing you to shoot up. It seemed to come from the other side of the door, making you worry. Slowly, you begin to walk closer to see what that noise was. Maybe it was Sehun trying to find you, or, god-forbid, Helios. You really did not want to see Helios at that moment. Before you could put more thought into what the noise could be, the door was ripped open, scaring you. As quickly as the door was opened, it was shut again with a slam. You were surprised at this turn of events, finding yourself in a room with what seemed like a very flustered man, and you found yourself gawking at him. The man, still leaning up against the door, looked up and you felt your heart stop. It was the beautiful man from earlier who had been sitting in the corner staring at you. 

Beautiful man, you thought with shock. You really needed to find a new name for him because just calling him beautiful was not helping your tired mind or your heart for that matter. He was breathing heavily and seemed almost as shocked to see someone else in the room as you were.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said in a voice almost as beautiful as his face, “I didn’t think anyone was here, cause, well, usually no one is.” The man turned his head in embarrassment. “I can leave if you want, but could I stay here for a few moments?” He turned back to look you in the eyes and you felt your heart stop, but not from fear.

“Are you hiding from someone?” you asked, your voice much quieter than normal. The man laughed - perhaps the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard - and you were about ready to throw your drink against the wall at the mixture of emotions this man was causing. The man was far too beautiful and you didn’t like how it made you feel.

“You could say that.” The man said with a smirk on his face. A twinkle came to his eyes as he continued to meet your gaze. 

“Well, I won’t tell on you then.” you said. Why, you don’t know. Part of you wanted to get this man as far away from you as possible, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to ever stop looking at you. A look of shock crossed the man’s face. “I assume you are trying to avoid those girls from earlier, and I have no intention of letting them into my quiet space.” you add, your voice becoming more sarcastic as you went on. At this, his smirk got larger and he stood up straight. 

“Oh, really,” he said, moving closer to you. “Well if you don’t want your quiet space ruined, why let me stay?” With each word it seemed his smirk grew larger as he continued to move closer to you. You slowly started to move back from him. This man seemed to give off an aura that you had never felt before, and it was making you feel a weird way in the pit of your stomach. 

“Um, well,” you sputtered, coming up with a loss of words. “I guess...I just feel like I can trust you not to bother me.” Even to your ears, it sounded completely unconvincing. This was so embarrassing. You couldn’t even think of something to say as to why you didn’t mind his presence in your otherwise quiet room. This man was doing things to you and you didn’t like it. If only he’d stop looking at you with his dark eyes that seemed to hold too many secrets in them.

“Really, cause as far as I can see, I’ve done nothing to give the inclination that I intended to be quiet.” He continued to move closer and before you knew it, you felt your back hit the wall. “I mean, all I’ve done since I came in here has been to make a fuss and ruin your quiet space.” At this moment, he put both his arms up and used them to cage you against the wall. The world seemed to stop as your noses were only centimeters apart and you could feel his breath against your face. Your mind was buzzing and yelling at you to do something, what, you didn’t know. Then in the blurry confusion within your mind, an idea came.

“I mean, what guy doesn’t try to avoid clingy girls, am I right?” You said with a deep throated laugh, trying to make your voice sound manly as possible as you brought up the beer that was still in your hands to him. “I mean let’s not argue. I still have some of my drink left and it looks like you could use it after trying to avoid them.” you said. The man tilted his head to the side and gave a small chuckle. 

“You’re right,” he said, grabbing the drink out of your hand. “Let’s not quarrel anymore, I could use some good company tonight. I seemed to have run into some less than pleasant ones earlier.” At that, he rolled onto the space next to you and sat down on the floor, no longer caging you in. Once he wasn't staring into your eyes anymore, you could feel the fuzziness in your head start to go away. “Baekhyun,” the man said, holding out his hand to you. You joined him on the floor as you grasped his hand. “And what’s your name, pretty.” You prayed to the Lord above that Baekhyun couldn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks. 

“Um, it’s Lyn.” you said trying, but failing, to make your voice sound manly. This caused Beakhyun to laugh another one of his beautiful laughs.

“Well, Lyn,” he said, emphasizing the word, “It’s a real pleasure to meet you.” After this statement, he took a large swig of your drink. “Now then, who are you trying to avoid?”

“What makes you think that I’m avoiding someone, or something?” you replied, very offended at his statement. Who was this guy to just barge into a room and then make assumptions about you? Baekhyun laughed at your statement. 

“Cause no one is coming into a room in the back of a bar and is not trying to avoid something,” he then paused and turned to look at you, “or someone.” You glared at him, he was right and you hated that. This man was seeing right through you and you didn’t like it.

“My friend Helios.” you say very firmly. You reach out and grab your drink away from him and bring it to your lips. You could feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you as you take a large swig.

“Ahhh, was it that guy I saw you get into an argument with earlier?” There was a slight edge to his voice when he asked. Almost as if he was frustrated with Helios for arguing with you. You nod your head slowly.

“Yup, that’s him.” you take another big swing of the alcohol, feeling your brain begin to get a little fuzzy. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see concern cross Baekyun’s face. He reaches out and grabs the drink again, taking it away from you. You don’t fight him, knowing you should probably stop for the night. 

“Well, I’m sorry he is causing you so much trouble.” Baekhyun says quietly. You turn and look at him. Something has come to his eyes making you sad. You want those eyes to be filled with the mirth you had seen when he had first entered the room.

“Are you ok?” you asked. A smirk comes to Baekhyun’s face, and he leans in a little towards you.

“Concerned?” Baekhyun asks, smugness in his voice.

“No,” you answer quickly, “You just looked unhappy, and that’s weird for you.” You pause, realizing how weird that sounded. “In the short time I’ve known you at least.” you say, trying to cover up your previous statement, even if it was a bad one. Another one of Baekhyun’s beautiful laughs leaves him as you sit there in embarrassment.

“Well, you certainly are an observant person.” Baekhyun says, chuckling.

“Speak for yourself.” you retort. “I saw you earlier watching me, don’t act like you didn’t” 

“Maybe I was.” Baekhyun says with a gleam in his eyes. Frustration runs through you, how could this man have a good response for everything you said? The fact your brain wasn’t fully there either wasn’t helping. 

“Anything to say for it?” You ask angrily. He titles his head a little, looking as though he is pondering your question; but you can clearly see he isn’t serious. 

“That you’re quite funny trying to hide that you were looking.” You gasp in shock at him. Baekhyun doesn’t even seem to notice your shock, he’s too busy laughing at his own joke. Part of you is offended by how unashamed he is about the situation, but on the other hand, his carefree attitude was so refreshing from the drudgery of life currently. You let a small smile come to your face despite the situation. “It was quite cute, if I’m going to be honest,” he says. That caught you off guard. You had never been described as cute before. This caused you to just stare at him in wonder. How on earth did he think you were cute?

“How?” you let slip.

“How?” he says, the amusement in his eye burning brighter. “Well, you kept doing this thing where you’d look over your shoulder then almost immediately turn back around. Plus, your eyebrows were pinched together forming this cute crinkle.” The detail he lays out in his explanation was quite intense. How on earth had he noticed all of this and retained it from across the room?

“Oh” you reply, not knowing what else to say.  A small silence fills the room as you just look at him. It was strange you wanted to say more but couldn’t think of what to say. In turn, you could see that Baekhyun seemed to be in the same mindset. He was chewing his lip, almost as if trying to think of something funny to say, but nothing came out. His dark eyes were filled with so much personality and warmth you could get lost in them forever. You started to notice how close you were to him, but unlike before, you weren’t nervous, but rather excited. It was so strange how at ease you felt around this man who you knew nothing about. Other than he thought you were cute and had a good sense of wit. Maybe it was the sense of openness on his face. He didn't seem to be hiding anything. He was just present and it was nice. Then, slowly, Baekhyun brought his hand up to brush your cheek. 

“Who are you?” he asked so quietly. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” you murmur. A smile chuckle left his lips.

“You’re quite right.” You saw him move slowly closer and all forms of thought left your mind as you just stared into his eyes. 

“LYN” came a loud voice. Bolting back, you turn and look at the door. “Lyn” came the voice again. 

“That’s Helios.” you almost groaned out. 

“What does he want?” Baekhyun says. You thought you could almost detect a growl in his voice.

“I don’t know.” you said. Getting up off the floor, you move towards the door and fling it open. “What is it, Helios?” Helios, standing almost right in front of you, looks relieved at seeing you.

“Oh thank goodness, I was worried when I saw you weren’t next to Sehun.” he moves over to you and begins to look you over. “Are you ok?” 

“Yah, I’m fine.” you say. “Why were you looking for me?” you ask. Helios doesn’t respond, rather he is looking past you and you knew he was looking at Baekhyun. 

“Lyn, who is that?” He grits out.

“Baekhyun.” Baekhyun almost purrs out, “and you must be that so-called friend of Lyn’s who they almost fought with earlier.” Angry blazes in Helio’s eyes and you were resigned to the fate of always having to deal with an angry Helios this trip.

“I wasn’t going to fight them.” Helios begins to argue, but Baekhyun flicks his wrist in a move to silence him.

“I have no desire to argue with you, plus you’re definitely too drunk to listen to anyone so do everyone a favor and go home.” After soundly telling off Helios, Baekhyun turns to look at you. “It was wonderful to meeting you Lyn, I hope we see each other again.” 

“Me too,” you reply. Baekhyun gives you one more of his beautiful smiles and reaches forward grabbing your hand. Before you had any idea of what he was going to do, he kisses your knuckles in a regal but gentle way that made your heart flutter. He then drops your hand, gives a nod to Helios, and then leaves before you know what to do.

“Y/N” you feel Helios whisper in your ear. “Did you tell him?” 

“No,” you say in a daze. You knew you should be worried if Baekhyun had figured out your secret but for some reason, you weren’t. Something in the back of your mind told you that you would see him again and that brought a strange sense of joy to you. 

#exo royal au #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo baekhyun #exo x reader #exo x oc #baekhyun series #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #spy!baekhyun #spy of my heart #My writing #exo #sehun #sehun fanfic #exo royalty au

[la-femme-damnee]

I’ve Got (You On) Your Back

Pt 2 of the Under Covers series

Characters: Xiumin x y/n  Genre: spy au, graphic smut Rating: Mature (fem oral receiving, m/f sex)  Word Count: 1.8k

After accepting a position at the EXO spy agency, you meet your first co-worker and ally.

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“Y/N, are you even listening?” Suho’s voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“What?” You responded, clearly having not paid attention to what he had said. Two unbelievably gorgeous men were walking down the hallway, laughing as they discussed some sort of fight one of them had had, and you couldn’t help but notice them. You made eye contact and smiled, and they smiled and nodded back, and you felt a wave of lust wash over you. They noticed you were with Suho, so they didn’t stop to introduce themselves, but you continued to make eyes at each other until they were out of sight. So needless to say, you were distracted. 

Suho let out a soft chuckle. “That’s Kai and Sehun,” he offered, “Don’t worry, you’ll meet them soon enough.” 

“I wasn’t worried,” you quipped back, maybe a little too quickly, “anyways, where are we going? The armory? Ooh, or to the tech lab? I’ve always wanted to see if those gadgets from movies really exist” you said excitedly. 

“Not just yet, there’s someone more important you need to meet first”.

Suho guided you down the hallway until you reached a giant conference room with glass walls, which inside was filled with desks and people with headsets at computers. The far wall was covered with monitors and a giant electronic map dotted with lights. The sights and sounds left you completely in awe. 

“This is our intelligence headquarters” Suho explained. “Here we know everything about everybody, even things the government doesn’t know. Everyone you see here is an intelligence agent. They don’t go in the field but are paired with our field agents to communicate any information they need and to keep track of their whereabouts to keep you safe. Your intelligence agent is your most important ally while you work here, understand? They’re essentially your lifeline, so you really want to make sure you’re bonded.” 

“Yeah, yeah for sure, I understand.” You were feeling a little overwhelmed, but it was mostly excitement. You really were an EXO agent! 

You took in all the sights and sounds as Suho guided you around the room, eventually stopping at a desk. “Y/N, this is Xiumin, he will be your intelligence agent from here on out.” 

“Hi, Y/N, nice to meet you!” Xiumin smiled and reached out to shake your hand, and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. His messy dark hair and glasses had an awkward charm, and his smile was shy but also warm and genuine, and you immediately felt a connection.

“Well, now I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Suho turned to as though to leave, but then he leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear “Don’t be afraid to get to know him completely”, and with a knowing wink he walked away. You were a bit taken aback, but were grateful for the permission, as the more you looked at Xiumin, the more you wanted to see. 

“Well, Xiumin, where to start?”

“It’s almost dinnertime, do you want to come over to my place? I’m craving kimchi soup, but we can’t exactly talk shop out in public”

“That’s perfect, kimchi soup is my favourite!”

“Yeah, I know” he giggled with a sheepish grin. “C’mon, I’ll text you the address.

                                                       ”********** A few hours later your bowls were empty and Xiumin’s apartment was filled with the sounds of your laughter and conversation. 

“Wait ok, so you’re saying Chanyeol from Tech and Sehun from Weapons pranked Baekhyun by giving him a taser that would backfire and shock himself?” You laughed in disbelief. 

“Yeah, Suho was pissed that we were ‘wasting resources’ but mostly I think it’s because he wasn’t there to see the look on Baek’s face. We’re a really close group; in our line of work, we kinda have to be each other’s families. Do you want some coffee?” Xiumin offered as he was clearing the table. “Yes please”. Xiumin got to work at the espresso machine to quickly whipped up a very impressive latte, and you couldn’t help but admire his agile hands and toned arms.  

“So Xiumin, I’m curious. How did you get involved in this agency?” you asked taking a sip. 

“I’m not sure how much I can reveal, but let’s just say that I am really good with computers and have always had a bit of a daring streak. So, I may or may not have hacked into the wrong company’s database and Suho was the one who came to my rescue. He was impressed with my abilities and asked me to join, and well I couldn’t turn down that kind of opportunity.”

“That’s one way to get a job,” you laughed, “but I guess this isn’t the kind of career you have a normal interview for.” 

“Yeah, nobody finds EXO, Suho finds them. He just…has an instinct about who has what it takes. Which is why EXO is the best agency there is.” 

“The reputation is flawless. Honestly, I’m kind of shocked that he hired me.”

“I’m not,” Xiumin interjected “he texted me the minute he saw you to get your info, and your resume is incredible. School scores high in math and debate, a second-degree blackbelt in Taekwondo, a flawless record in high-stakes private security. You have everything it takes on paper, and well, I see what else it is that he sees in you…” He gazed at you, his eyes filled with an intensity that wasn’t there a moment ago and you could feel the energy in the room shifting.

“Wh…what do you mean by that?” you leaned forward to close the distance between the two of you.

“You just draw people to you, make them want to open up, make them want to please you. You’re…magnetic.” And with that he leaned across the table to kiss you, intensely but not forcefully, and you could sense him holding back as though he was waiting for your response. As he pulled away, wordlessly you got up and walked around the table to where he was sitting. He pulled out his chair as though to get up, but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him, pushing him back into his seat as you lowered yourself onto his lap, your legs straddling his. Xiumin nervously ran his hand through his hair, causing it to stand on end, but even that was sexy on him.  

“Do you really want to please me?”

“Yes, Y/N, very much so” He reached up to grab the side of your face to pull you in for a kiss, more passionate than the last. As you kissed, he ran his hand down your body reaching under the hem of your shirt, gently caressing the bare skin of your waist. Instinctually you began to roll your hips, grinding against his lap, and as you felt him growing harder you moaned lightly into his mouth. Xiumin’s grip around you tightened and he seamlessly lifted you off his lap, he stood up and placed you onto the edge of the dining room table. As you continued making out you let your hands roam along his chest and began to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned torso. Xiumin broke your kiss to remove his shirt completely, allowing you a moment to take in how incredible he looked. He then tugged at your shirt, and you allowed him to take it off you. 

“Lay back, Y/N” he said, and you complied. He pulled down the cups of your bra to reveal your breasts, and lightly licked your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. He seemed to sense this and began to gently suck on one of your nipples, while one hand delicately pinched the other and the other reached between your legs under your skirt to rub on your core over your panties. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and you were quickly pushed to the edge. 

“Please…more”

Xiumin pulled away to kneel down, pushed your skirt up and pushed aside your panties, running his finger through your wet folds causing you to whimper with pleasure. When his mouth made contact with your clit you couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped your throat. Xiumin to suck and flick your clit with his tongue and your orgasm came quickly and strong; you grabbed onto his hair as keeping him between your legs, and he steadied your hips as the orgasm rolled through you. As you came back to reality you relinquished your grasp and propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him. 

“So, did I make you happy?” he asked with a grin. 

“Mhmm you really did. But I’m not done with you yet”

“Are you sure? I’m happy just to make you happy, Y/N” 

“Yes, I want to feel you inside me. I want you completely.”

“Well, whatever you want, you should have” he murmured, standing up to undo his belt and pull down his pants, leaving him naked. His cock was already completely hard, and you could feel your body aching to have him fill you. He began to rub the head of his dick against your wetness, and you sat up to bring him closer to you. He entered you slowly, sending a wave of ecstasy through you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss as he began to thrust into you. Every time his cock hit your walls it caused a spark of pleasure, inching you closer to your next orgasm. 

“Harder please!” you moaned, so Xiumin moved you off the table and positioned you on the floor, pushing your legs back which allowed him to thrust with longer, deeper strokes. In no time your vision began to blur as the intensity of cock sliding in and out of you pushed you over the edge again, your body shaking with your second orgasm. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good when you come” Xiumin moaned, his voice higher pitched as he fought his own impending orgasm. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” 

“Uh-huh,” he whimpered, “Can I please come on your tits?”

“Yes baby, cum all over my tits, please”. 

Xiumin pulled out of you and stroked his cock as he released all over your chest, before slumping onto the floor beside you, a gleeful grin once again on his face. 

“Well,” you said, pushing the hair off his sweaty forehead, “I guess we’ve really bonded then, haven’t we?”

“Yeah I guess we did,” he laughed. He motioned for you to come closer and so you nuzzled into the nook of his arm. 

“Look, I’m no fool,” he continued, “I know I’ll never be the only man in your life. But I want you to know that you can count on me, for no matter what. If you ever need me, however you need me, I’m here for you.”

 You looked up at him, smiling, before giving him one last sweet kiss. “Right now, being here with you like this, is everything I need.” 

#exo smut #xiumin #xiumin smut #y/n #exo au #spy au #exo xiumin #exo #Cross posted to AO3

[pebble-xo]

Adrenaline (5)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five.

Parking his motorbike in the mouth of a secluded alley, Sehun agily climbed off and surveyed his surroundings with unparalleled scrutiny, taking in the landscape of the industrial estate they were hiding you in. The warehouse in question was about 800m west, most likely encircled with armed guards possessing itchy trigger fingers. And seeing as Sehun had no intention of handing over the USB, he couldn’t exactly just pull up and ask for you back.

From his backpack, he retrieved his tablet, opening up the files he had downloaded of the estate that included the blueprints to the warehouse you were being held captive in. Already he could where they were keeping - most likely in the factory room, a huge open space overlooked by offices from above and surrounded by a labyrinth of rooms. Getting in and out would be difficult, especially if you were as injured as Sehun suspected from the video.

But it wasn’t an impossible task.

He quickly checked his escape route was still available, sending a swift text to the pilot he had waiting with a fully fuelled helicopter just 8 miles south of his location. Once he had received an equally fast affirmation, he stowed everything away in his backpack, checked his numerous concealed weapons and then started to climb up the rusty old fire escape to get to the rooftop. From there, he used the ropes from his bag to get from one roof to the other, arriving easily onto the warehouse he needed. Glancing over the edge of the building to make sure he hadn’t been spotted. Sehun hurried to the door of the roof, making every step as soundless as possible as he crept into the warehouse.

An eerie silence filled the air, tricking Sehun into thinking his every step echoed throughout the deserted corridors. Now that he was on the brink of danger, adrenaline pulsed through his veins and made his body feel alive. He panicked for a split second, thinking the rush of his blood  could be heard through the walls.

Nevertheless he reached for the handgun strapped behind his back, briefly checking the magazine for bullets, and then ventured further through the dark warehouse corridors, finding his ways using the blueprints he had committed to memory. Already guessing that the kidnappers would keep you where you were filmed, he quickly located the staircase at the end of the dimly-lit hall and descended.

Halfway down the stairs, the echoes of voices sounded from a distance, growing closer with every thunderous pound of Sehun’s heartbeat. He froze on the spot, his finger twitching over the trigger of his handgun. However as quickly as the voices came, they disappeared into the labyrinth, and Sehun could finally breathe again.

He took the rest of the stairs at a greater speed, conscious of every second he was wasting. Once on the ground floor, he pinned himself to the walls of the corridors and kept to the shadows, his eyes and ears alert to any sign of you or your kidnappers. However the ground floor was deafeningly quiet, dampening the hope that lingered in his heart.

Sehun prayed that you were still alive - not that any god would listen to his cries after the crimes of his past. If anything had happened to you, he didn’t know how he would live with himself. Even now, the guilt was choking him, trapping his heart in pain like a vice.

Following the route he’d planned in his head, Sehun quickly arrived at a large set of double doors, behind which he hoped you would be. His hand moved for the handle and paused, giving himself a moment to steady the adrenalin in his body. The grip on his gun tightened, as he prepared to face however many guards they had placed you with, and then with extreme slowness, he edged the door open inch by inch, and entered - gun first.

At first glance, the huge room was empty, absent of light and any sign of you. But then suddenly there you were,a s if you had just blinked into existence.

You were alone, still bound to the chair like he had seen in the video, still blindfolded and gagged to deprive you of your senses. And as he approached, he saw your wounds. Crimson red streaks of dried blood dripping down the contours of your body. Dark purple welts blossoming across your skin. The damage they had inflicted on you, the girl he’d known only briefly and yet was totally enamoured with, filled him with rage and darkened his heart. Whoever did this was going to pay - slowly and painfully. He’s make sure of it.

But first, he needed to get you to safety.

Practically sprinting across the warehouse floor towards you, he kept spinning in circles with his gun raised and ready. For all he knew, this could very well be an ambush. He noted the group of men crowded in an office on the second floor mezzanine overlooking you and the warehouse space. Thankfully though, all their attention was focused on the football game illuminated on a TV screen on the wall.

Still Sehun kept quiet, crouching down in front of you and reaching up to remove the rag stuffed in your mouth. Immediately you flinched, cowering against your restraints in fear. “It’s ok,” he whispered, being careful not to touch you as he removed the cover from your eyes and lips in case he hurt you. “It’s me Sehun.”

The second the blindfold was removed, your eyes flashed open wide in panic and hardened in fear. Sehun sighed heavily, the vice clamp on his heart relenting slightly at the sight of you alive and breathing. “Sehun?” you whispered croakily, your eyes blinking hard in disbelief.

“Yes it’s me,” he breathed, his long fingers cradling your face with the gentlest of touches. “I’m gonna get you out of here.”

While Sehun swiftly untangled the ropes from around your limbs, your eyes flashed around the entire warehouse before settling back on his face with panic still etched on your face. “Where is everyone?” you asked in your hoarse voice.

“Up there,” he answered with a nod to the second floor mezzanine. “Just one more second and I’ll have you out of here.”

The ropes were easy to remove, but the burns beneath where the coarse threads had bit at your soft skin, would be harder to erase. Each injury he uncovered felt like a slash on his heart. Once you were free, he reached for the gun he had left on the floor, splitting his attention between his weapon, the distracted kidnappers and you attempting to rise from the confining chair.

However the torture of your injuries was too much to bear, for no sooner had you risen to your feet did you collapse to the floor with an excruciating scream that shattered the silence like a blaring beacon.

Immediately Sehun was by your side, his hands attempting to be gentle as he minded your wounds and got you to your feet. A quick glance in the direction of your kidnappers told him your cry hadn’t gone unnoticed and at any moment, the warehouse floor would be stormed. In other circumstances, he would have faced them, the large number of them no worry for him.

Keeping you safe was more important.

Propping you up with one arm, he kept you close to his side and made for the exit. Your movements were slow and saturated in agony but you were determined, fighting with every footstep. Sehun’s heart swelled with pride and he tried to take more of your weight so it would be easier for you.

The pair of you headed for a small fire exit hidden behind a pillar. It would no doubt be guarded, but it was a one-way door and the most direct route back to the motorbike. “Close your eyes,” he murmured to you softly, tightening his grip on his gun. You didn’t need to be haunted by the faces of dead men like he was.

You obliged instantly, squeezing your eyes shut and burying your face into the fabric of his jacket.

A moment later, Sehun was bursting through the small door with you tucked tightly against his body, his gun raised, his finger a millimetre from pulling the trigger. There were only two guards on the other side, their automatic weapons hanging loosely in their grip. Their unpreparedness was their downfall, with Sehun’s finger twitching before they even blinked.

The gunshots were muffled from his silencer but each shot made you flinch and cower in his embrace. Sehun wished he had time to comfort you, to convince you he wasn’t the monster you must have thought he was. However now was not the time for talking. Now you needed to run.

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It all felt like a dream, like a fairytale come to life.

Or perhaps the pain of torture had become too much and this was your heaven; cruising down the coastline on a motorbike with the sun beaming down on you, arms wrapped tightly around the broad chest of Sehun, your body too flushed with adrenaline to feel anything apart from the rush of wind blasting your face.

Finding your fingers from the sleeves of the jacket Sehun had wrapped you in, you found an inch of skin on the back of your hand and pinched hard.

The sweet heaven of your dream was real. Free from your captors, you could breathe in the fresh air and know that it was over and that you were safe. All thanks to Sehun.

Instinctively, you tightened you grip to hold him closer, peering over his shoulder to watch the beautiful landscape of this cursed place reach the swarming water. No longer bound to a chair or being chased by men wielding automatic weapons, you felt your body relax against the toned back supporting you. Slowly the adrenaline began to seep from your bones. But with nothing to numb the horrors of your imprisonment, the pain returned as if you were slammed by a truck.

Sensing your sudden onslaught of pain, Sehun’s hand lifted from the handlebar and found yours fixed tightly around his waist, his hold short but meaningful. Without him saying the words, you knew he wasn’t going to leave you again. The knowledge of your safety soothed the pain, quietening it to a dull but constant throb.

You weren’t given much time to dwell on your injuries however, the whirring of a helicopter in the distance pulling your attention back to how you were going to escape this forsaken island. The motorbike quickly left the paved road and rocketed down a dirt track shrouded by huge trees towering overhead. At the end of the track was a clearing, a huge meadow with grass that would probably come up to your knees. Not that you could tell with the huge helicopter situated in the middle of the clearing, its rotors spinning so fast they blurred and left the surrounding meadow flattened in submission to its power.

Sehun skidded the bike to the edge of the grass and wasted no time in jumping off, before wrapping his arms around you to help from the saddle. Your entire body screamed at the movement, but with only a few whimpering cries, you managed to dismount the motorbike without completely collapsing.

“We’re almost there,” Sehun reassured, shouldering your weight and keeping you fixed to his side protectively. “There are painkillers on the helicopter.”

The thought of relief from your agony moved your legs for you, helping you dart under the whirring blades and climb into the awaiting helicopter. The spur of adrenaline was fleeting though, and you collapsed in the closest passenger seat crying out in pain.

Sehun lifted himself in behind you and buckled the seatbelt straps across your body before patting the pilot on the shoulder. He then grabbed a duffel bag from underneath the seats and started rummaging through it, pulling out different medical supplies.

Meanwhile you were focusing on not throwing up. Taking off was sensory overload: the noise was deafening; the craft shook violently, the nose dipping forward as the ground fell out from underneath. Your stomach flipped with nausea and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying it wasn’t the rescue that finished you off.

Once the helicopter was high enough in the sky to remain steady, you slowly forced your eyes open, finding Sehun busy attaching an IV bag of fluids to the helicopter’s ceiling. His attention was completely focused, he didn’t even notice you until you reached up to brush the blonde strands of hair off his perfect face. His chocolate eyes blinked up at you and he smiled softly, before placing a headset over your ears that matched his.

“Your hair is blonde now,” you murmured, your lips somehow finding the energy to smile. “I like it.”

“You’re going to like these painkillers even more,” he joked, his low voice as clear as day through the headphones. He cradled your arm gently and wrapped a tourniquet just above your elbow. “We need to get some fluids in you before you pass out from dehydration. Then I can give you something strong for the pain,” he told you, suddenly serious while he unwrapped a needle and catheter. “Close your eyes if you don’t like needles,” he added as a side thought.

Turning your head away, you glued your eyes shut and concentrated on your breathing. Just inhale ... and then exhale. You felt the scratch of the needle on the inside of your arm, followed by the oddest sensation of ice running up your arm before it melted away. It hurt at first, making your face scrunch up in a wince, but after a moment, it dulled to a throb and joined the rest of your pain.

Only then did you open your eyes again.

“How are you feeling baby?” Sehun murmured, his gentle hand running up your arm to cup your cheek. “The painkillers should kick in pretty quickly.”

You leaned into his touch with a smile on your lips. Maybe it was the painkillers, maybe it was the warmth melting into your skin: either way you could feel the throbbing and aches slowly dissipating, leaving your body weary and exhausted. “I feel tired, but it’s better than being in pain,” you answered in a small voice.

“That’s because the adrenaline has left your bloodstream,” he told you, letting his hand drop into your lap. He dipped his head momentarily to press a little kiss on your knee, before leaning away to prepare more medical supplies. “Can you sit forward so I can check to see if any of your ribs are broken?”

“I’ll try,” you squeaked. Being careful of the tube now attached to your arm, you pinched your lips together to stop any cries of pain and slowly moved to the edge of your seat.

Sehun sat down on his knees in front of you with the contents of the first aid bag surrounding him. “Do you mind?” he whispered, his hands hesitating on the hem of your top.

You looked away feeling instantly insecure, but pulled back Sehun’s jacket so he could reach your ribs. His fingers were like feathers ghosting across your skin. Your eyes flickered to his face for some sort of reaction but his face was blank, his eyes completely focused. As he brushed past your right side, a sharp stabbing pain shot through your body and made you wince and recoil from Sehun’s touch.

“I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologised, sadness clouding his expression. “Th-th-they broke the skin so I’ll need to clean the wound and cover it so it doesn’t get infected,” he stammered, almost choking in pain over the words. His face was suddenly an open book for you to read, his abhorrence at what they had done to you written into every feature. He grabbed something from the floor which filled the air with a strong antiseptic smell, before he placed it on the wound and made you whimper and squirm away. “I’m so sorry,” he simply repeated.

In need of a distraction, you fixed your attention on Sehun’s newly blonde hair and ran your fingers through it. “What happens now?” you asked breathlessly as another stab of pain shot through your body.

Barely blinking, Sehun launched into the plan he had fabricated, all the while tending to your wound. “The helicopter is taking us to a nearby island, to an airfield where a private plane is waiting to take us home,” he explained concisely, devoid of emotion again. “When we arrive, you’ll be taken to a private hospital for treatment and then someone from my agency will debrief you on everything that happened.”

“Everything?” you questioned. Your mind drifted to the night before, the feel of Sehun’s naked body flush against your own, making your cheeks burn.

Sehun’s dark chocolate eyes met yours with their unreadable intensity, but nevertheless he understood. “Don’t mention the sex,” he instructed in his low voice. “Just say we met in the hotel bar and started talking over drinks. Then we went to dinner and you went back to your suite alone, with the promise of meeting the next day but you were kidnapped in the morning before we could meet.”

“Y-you want me to lie?” you stuttered. Although you didn’t know what agency Sehun worked for, you got the feeling they had people in high places and were not to be messed with - much less lied to.

Finished with wrapping a bandage around your torso, Sehun covered you back up with his jacket and started to pack up the medical supplies. “What I did with you, it’s forbidden for people like me. We’re supposed to follow our heads, not our hearts. If they found out what really happened, I don’t know what they would do - to me or to you.” He checked your IV and then sat down in the seat next to you, fastening his harness. “The only way I can keep you safe is if we lie.”

You sat back in your seat, wincing as the movement twinged your injuries. “Won’t they find out? Who’s to say they don’t already know?” you panicked, rubbing your eyes to force yourself to stay alert and awake. Now was not the time to let your guard down.

“They don’t know anything,” Sehun hurriedly reassured you. He reached over and folded his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers. “All they know is that I have what they sent me to get and that there was collateral in need of medical attention. I’ll give them the USB, they’ll give you compensation for your silence and that’ll be it.” His thumb gently caressed the same spot on the back of your hand, soothing you and your worries.

“Compensation?” you asked, looking up from where you had been staring at your interlocked hands. “Like money?”

Sehun nodded. “Lots. More than enough for you to go to design school,” he told you with a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. “After everything you’ve been through, you deserve this fresh start.”

“Wow,” you murmured, lifting your empty hand to cover your yawn. The exhaustion had penetrated every inch of your body. Moving closer, you curled up in the warmth of Sehun and let him wrap an arm around your shoulders. As crazy as it sounded after everything you had been through, this was where you felt safe.

Then it dawned on you. If you were to deny any sort of interaction with Sehun, what would that mean for the pair of you? Just because it had been a holiday fling, didn’t mean you wanted it to end with the holiday. The thought of being without Sehun made your heart ache worse than your broken ribs.

You pushed up against his chest, bringing your face just inches from his. “Does this mean I’ll never see you again?” you murmured, your voice cracking with emotion.

Sehun reached up to brush the loose strands of your hair back and leave his fingertips lingering on your cheek. “I don’t know,” he murmured, barely audible through the headset. “I hope so,” he added in a strong voice.

You wanted to believe his words - you willed them with every inch of your heart - but already it felt like you were losing him, as if he was slipping through your fingers. Slowly you lifted your hand attached to the IV, ignoring the pain, to trace the features of Sehun’s perfect face and commit them to memory. Yet still, you needed more.

Closing the distance, you pressed your lips against his and felt yourself melt. The kiss was as breathtaking as the first, making your heart thunder and your head swirl. Your hand slipped to the back of his neck, your fingers twisting into the soft strands of blonde hair. Needing to breathe, your mouth opened and you surrendered to his tongue, revelling in his sweet taste. You twisted in your seat to press yourself closer against his body, blocking out every scream of pain your body made, determined to enjoy what could be your last kiss.

Breathless and overwhelmed with emotions, you eventually pulled away - only because you didn’t have the energy to hold yourself up any longer. Your body was running on empty. “Don’t leave me,” you murmured, lost in his dark eyes as your hands dropped weakly from his body.

“I’m not going anywhere baby,” he replied, kissing the tip of your nose before guiding your head so it rested on his shoulder. “Try and get some sleep.”

You wanted to protest. You didn’t want to waste these precious last moments together. However the pull of sleep was already drawing you, fading out the helicopter and the pain until it was just his hand wrapped tightly around yours.

Your last memory before you fell asleep.

And with that, Adrenaline is finished. 

I had the idea for this story years ago, when I was drunk messaging @enaasteria about how hot Sehun would be as a secret agent. I started the first chapter in September 2017 and a year and a half later, we have finished.

I love this story and I feel like I’ve changed a lot as a writer through this story. I hope everyone had enjoyed it as much as I have. I’ve loved bring my secret agent to life.

Sending you all lots of love

Jade xo

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