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All His - Part 3 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Fluff / Future Smut

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

Description: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member in particular, Do Kyungsoo.

A/N: I have so many plans and I’m running out of space…ha ha ha did I say 3 or 4 chapters? Ha ha ha it’s a good thing nobody believes me anymore. This took me less than 4 hours to write I am obsessed.

All His [M]: Canon AU - Fluff / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 , part 10 , part 11 FINAL

The rest of the day was a blur of shopping, translating, eating more than either of you could stand and driving around downtown Paris in a weird awkwardness that hadn’t let up since you found out about the facebook thing.

You vowed, the second you got some privacy and your laptop, you would either delete the whole thing, or at least make it all private.

”…I mean, who doesn’t have a single privacy setting activated? I’ve never met anyone before you. The whole thing is just completely public.”

His reasons for looking into you. You got it. He had to be sure you weren’t some psycho…but thinking back on some of the shit you’d said about this man…you felt like a fucking psycho the longer you thought about it.

He seemed to find it funny and the longer he sat there remembering the little tidbits the more and more humiliated you felt.

“Besides…you seem to know a lot about me.”

Damn him and his….points.

You parted ways with him in the parking garage. Walking swiftly away from where he fiddled around with his bag in the trunk, you simply shouted a quick ‘thanks for the meal today!’ As you ran to the elevators.

Inside your room you turned on your laptop and slapped it a little to urge the stupid thing to boot up faster.

The privacy settings were easy to navigate on the desktop site and you activated every single option you found.

Even going so far as to change your smiling happy face to a picture of the Eiffel Tower that you had snapped earlier today while Kyungsoo had been signing autographs for a group of fans that had gathered. You were careful to watch their numbers incase you had to flash your staff badge and get them to back off. They turned out to be sweet and respectful enough and when they eventually left you urged him to change locations as the fans seemed to pass the word on that he was here.

You’d finished your frantic lockdown of everything in your Facebook and went through your wall wincing at the things he had read. While most of it was simply declarations of undying love for the man, a few things you’d shared on your wall were a bit more…objectifying.

Jesus, the video of a montage of close ups of his ass…you wanted to fall asleep and never ever wake up.

You moved on to your Tumblr. That was a whole other nightmare you didn’t even want to dream about him discovering and a few clicks through the settings and the entire blog was deleted.

Followers be damned, this was life or death. Should that man get his little scrolling fingers over there he’d surely had some goons fill your pockets with rocks and toss you into the river.

You started a brand new blog entirely dedicated to reblogging cute kittens and puppies and logged in with the app on your phone in the off chance that he got ahold of it and got too curious.

After thirty minutes in the ‘omgkitties!’ tag, reblogging everything you saw that wasn’t porn when your phone buzzed as a new alert from Facebook flashed across your screen.

A friend request.

You sat up straight and stared wide eyed at the profile of the person who had just friended you on this godforsaken website.

The profile picture was of the Eiffel Tower and your heart leapt up into your throat, realizing that it was from nearly the same spot as you had taken your profile picture earlier today.

In fact, there was a small bit of the crowd and when you squinted and zoomed in, you could make out the top of your head and your hand raised, taking a picture with your phone.

The name of the person who sent the request was three letters in English.

DKS and the profile was bare. Very few events aside from the creation of the profile and a header picture of some bridge you didn’t recognize. Everything else was private and there was absolutely no identifying information to be found.

Your phone buzzed again as you stared in complete disbelief and shock at the friend request from Do Kyungsoo, your bias in EXO. The man you had spent the entire day with and the man who you, until today, vowed rather publicly, horrifyingly and embarrassingly, that you would marry some day.

You snapped out of the daze to check the new text you had gotten from the same unsaved phone number that he had used to text you earlier today and you swiped to read a single word.

’Accept.’

The man was insane.

Your bias was a crazy person.

What could possibly be his motive for this? Did he really want to be your friend or was he addicted to watching you make a fool out of yourself, having been watching your, very active feed for at least a solid month now.

You pictured it now…a quick shower to clear himself of the day as he changed into sweats for the evening rehearsal he was scheduled for in less than 20 minutes now, he sat down to check your Facebook, expecting to find familiar fangirling about your fantastic day and finding nothing…he’d been cut off. Cold turkey.

You wondered if he even waited any time at all before sending the request.

As you scrolled down again something looked off and you checked the date the profile was created.

Today.

The man had created this profile today with the intentions of friending you to get back in and see your ridiculous posts of the day.

You were his entertainment and he needed the laugh.

You frowned and tossed the phone down with a groan placing your hands over your face.

What should you do? He was… well he was Kyungsoo.

Bias aside, you actually had an incredible time today. He was charming and funny and easy to talk to and you wanted desperately to get along with him. Honestly you wanted to marry him and look at his face in the morning as soon as you opened your eyes. You wanted to kiss those plump lips and get lost in their softness and you wanted to be able to touch him as much and whenever and wherever you pleased…

But he was confusing you.

He’d tease you relentlessly one minute and then pay you some weird offhanded compliment another. You hardly had time to recover from the teasing to recognize the compliment before the conversation had switched to something else. How in the world had you only been with him for one day? It felt like you’d been teased for a month’s worth of material already. Of course that was your fault….you’d given him that much to work with already with your embarrassing online activities.

Your phone buzzed again and you opened one eye to look at the message in your hand.

’Pretty please?? :( ‘

Ohh he was playing dirty.

You quickly switched to Facebook and accepted the request, tossing the phone down so you could scream into your pillow completely frustrated at how fucked you were right now.

You weren’t needed for the rehearsal since your assignments, the members, were busy and when Anna and Maria invited you to come and watch along side you jumped at the chance. A quick change of clothes out of the fancy work attire, and into shorts and a plain t shirt made you feel much more comfortable as you and the other two girls curled up backstage, out of the way of anyone who was working setting things up, testing lighting and pyrotechnics and making last minute adjustments to the choreography due to differences in the stage size.

The entire production worked hard and you were amazed at how well things flowed. The sound system was tested as the members sang and danced in their sweats and other athletic gear. Some members wore caps, some beanies.

You tried your best, you really did…trying to give all of the group members equal attention, and a rap line from Chanyeol, or a dance solo from Jongin and Lay would pull your attention for a moment but your eyes always drifted.

Whether he was dancing or not, whether he waited for his cue, or sang his line your eyes found him. You sat somewhat behind and left of the stage so your eyes tended to seek out his back and you would blink rapidly, slapping your cheeks lightly when you caught yourself doing it.

At one point you must have given up entirely because you had just spent the last 10 minutes staring at his ass as it moved around the stage. He was wearing black sweat pants and they seemed to be fitted near his butt. Or maybe his butt just filled them out very well, but the round orbs had you completely transfixed until the song ended and you were broke out of your trance as the view of his ass vanished, pivoted and you found yourself staring directly at his crotch…and it was moving closer and closer and…

“Hey, get me a water will you?” His low voice spoke up close. Very close and you were startled back to focus and look up into his face as he stood directly above and in front of you with his arms across his chest. The plain white shirt he wore strained at the arms over his biceps and you anxiously swallowed, wondering if he knew what you had been so preoccupied with.

You nervously nodded and jumped up to your feet as you rushed to the cooler where you had seen staff grabbing water bottles and you made your way quickly back to where he stood and waited.

You uncapped it for him before you handed him the bottle and he grabbed it and drained half before he handed it back to you with a smirk.

He turned to walk away and you felt your shoulders relax as you exhaled the breath you had been holding when there was a pause in his steps and your eyes widened to see him turning back around, walking back in your direction with his head down in thought and his finger raised into the air.

“Just…one more thing before I forget–” he said and you heard his voice drop an octave. He took another step and you suddenly felt crowded by his proximity. He was hot from the practice and you could actually feel the heat from his skin radiating off of him. You were frozen. He was too close and there were so many people around. You looked around yourself quickly but everyone was busy and he took yet another step before you felt the warmth of his fingertips along the bare skin of the back side of your upper arm.

“My eyes are up here,” he growled. Your own eyes were wide as saucers and his were dark and foreboding as he stared deep into your soul, mere centimeters from your face.

His fingers flexed, digging lightly into the flesh of your arm before he let go and you saw him drop his gaze slowly from your eyes down your face and lower. You felt the effects of his very slow and very deliberate movement and he stopped at your chest level before he cocked his head to the side and looked back up into your eyes in a flash.

There was a smirk on his mouth and a twitch of his eyebrow and you coughed and choked on your own saliva that had somehow ended up in the wrong tube. He turned and vanished and you felt the trembling in your legs that told you you had to get the fuck out of there before you collapsed because you had been caught, called out on it, and then given a small taste of your own medicine.

You felt hot all over. Your cheeks were aflame and you absentmindedly lifted the half empty water bottle to your lips to drain the other half of cool liquid.

Indirect kiss your stupid brain whispered and you groaned out in frustration. Why couldn’t you just behave yourself? Was behaving like a normal functioning adult who had a healthy amount of self restraint impossible for you?

Apparently it was because the guys were done and they were leaving the stage, calling it a night and your first instinct was to follow them and possibly get a closer view of the sexy man in the plain white tee and the fitted black sweat pants.

You heard someone call your name and you turned to see Minseok and Sehun waving you down. Your other two assignments that you hadn’t even gotten a chance to help out at all yet thanks to a certain possessive member.

You smiled and returned their greeting as you waited near the pair to see what it was they were going to ask of you.

“We were wondering,” Sehun spoke with a sweet smile on his face, “if you would teach us a few phrases in French for the show tomorrow night?”

“Oh yeah absolutely,” you readily agreed, happy that you actually had something you could help them with and your mind worked as you tried to think of some easy phrases they could memorize by tomorrow.

“She’s busy. Ask Anna.”

Your mouth dropped open as you turned your head slowly to follow the sound of the voice you knew so well.

“W-What?” You responded in a hushed whisper into the space between his and your heads. Why did he always have to sneak up on you like this? Did the man seriously have nothing else he needed to be doing aside from blocking you from doing your damn job? Job blocking. He was a job blocker. Who even knew that was a thing?

Your face must have looked a bit too hostile because you noticed the two other men stiffened significantly at the strange face off they were witnessing.

A nervous laugh and a forced smile on your face didn’t help a ton but at least the worried look on Minseok’s face smoothed out some.

“He’s kidding..I’m not busy at all.” Your hands were out, palms up as if you were begging either one of them to grab ahold and pull you toward them, away from this tempting crazy person who seemed to be hoarding you all for himself.

If he wasn’t so maddeningly confusing you’d turn to him and willingly throw yourself into his arms shouting ’Take me Kyungsoo! I’m all yours!’

But this was supposed to be work. He couldn’t possibly have a single thing he needed you to translate for him right now. The people he had been speaking with for the last hour and a half had all been Korean. What in the world was he up to?

“We need her to teach us some French Hyung,” Sehun was whining again and you caught the firm head shake from the corner of your eye as Kyungsoo’s body language told you he was about to shut the baby down again.

“You brat, get your own translator.” Kyungsoo admonished Sehun as if he had actually done something wrong and Sehun’s eyes went wide as his whining grew louder.

“She is my translator! She’s not only yours,” Minseok placed a hand on Sehun’s arms to quiet down his fussing and Kyungsoo took a tiny step in front of you.

“He’s right Kyungsoo, I’ve actually been assigned to You, Minseok, and Sehun. I’m not only yours–” you kept your volume down as you said it close to his ear, not really wanting to argue here and now in front of the staff and everybody but this was getting ridiculous. What was so bad about you helping the others when he didn’t even have anything he needed right now?

“That’s strange…” he said in a cool whisper back at you, his volume so low you had to strain to understand his words as he spoke only to you, “I think I read something on facebook the other day what did it say?”

You gasped lightly and you couldn’t help the glare you shot him. His lips were pursed as he pretended to think hard to remember what you had said. You could only guess which post he was referring to but honestly there were a ton that would fit.

He snapped his fingers in the air as he smiled wider and you looked down, away from that teasing face you were beginning to get really familiar with by now.

“Oh I know, it said ‘I only need one man in my life…the only man for me is–’”

“Anna is better at French!” You shouted at the two men who watched the discussion between the two of you with silent confusion on their faces.

“S-She will be much better than me with the phrases and I just remembered I’m busy. I’ve got to help…him with…one of those…things. You know those things, everyone has them in their room…” you could actually feel yourself sinking deeper into the lying liar pit of deep despair the longer you talked about absolute nonsense. Why couldn’t you think of anything and why was Sehun watching Kyungsoo with what looked like a laser vision death glare right now?

“My shower is broken.” Kyungsoo said with conviction, suddenly, just now, not at the beginning of your ridiculous diatribe that led nowhere, but now, he decided to help you with a lie. You wanted to strangle him…with kisses. But possibly really hard ones.

Wait, was it a lie? Was his shower really broken? The way he said it sounded so real that you looked at him with raised eyebrows and a tilt of your head.

“Really?” You leaned in close to him and you sniffed, forgetting yourself for a moment as you did it and you saw him stiffen as he side eyed you and bit down hard on his jaw. You saw the muscle flex…but more importantly you smelled him and he smelled nice. Fuck, how could he possibly smell so nice?

Having just worked hard on the practice and with a broken shower the man smelled so delicious you wanted to grab ahold of his chest with both of your hands and bury your face into him as you breathed in deeply forever. You would never need another smell again as long as you could keep this one.

You shrugged and quickly smelled yourself, making sure your nose wasn’t broken.

“It broke after I showered.” He said quietly under his breath.

“Well how did it break? What’s wrong with it?” You were asking but he was already walking ahead of you, expecting you to follow now that you had an actual purpose. You noticed he was heading toward the main doors where his manager would be waiting with one of the cars.

“We don’t have to go all the way back to the hotel now, I can just call the front desk.” You were pulling out your phone and he was opening the doors of the van as he climbed inside.

“I think I have the number saved here somewhere…” your phone vanished and your thumb scrolled at nothing.

“H-Hey!” You shouted and you felt your arm tugged.

“Just get in already. We’re done here. I want to go back to my room.”

You climbed in, nodding your greeting to the disinterested manager who sat in the driver’s seat waiting for his passengers.

“Hyung, the others will be done later can you drive us back to the hotel please. I have an issue that I need my translator to resolve.” Kyungsoo’s words were quick and flippant and the manager simply nodded his head as he started the car.

My translator… you hated how giddy that made you feel.

“Buckle up.” Kyungsoo spoke to you and you watched as he seemed to be looking through something on your phone.

When you reached for it he saw the movement from the corner of your eye and quickly evaded your attempts.

“Are you kidding me? You don’t have my number saved but you have Gross Juan from HR?” he flashed your phone in your direction and you could see the long title you had given to your coworker.

“You know Gross Juan from HR?” You asked him, suddenly curious about how much you had shared about the man.

Kyungsoo shot you a look. Sassy and exasperated. He tossed your phone into your lap with a huff, no doubt leaving the screen open on Tumblr on purpose, so you could see that he didn’t buy your intense love for reblogging nothing but kittens and puppies all day long for one second. You were eternally thankful that you deleted the old blog before he’d snuck your phone away from you.

At the hotel, you spoke with the front desk attendant, informing them of the problem with Kyungsoo’s shower that he strangely could not describe in any way that was helpful.

They assured you that the problem would be taken care of instantly and he simply nodded his head, bid you goodnight and vanished up the elevator. Leaving you dumbfounded and alone in the lobby of the big hotel with nothing else to translate.

That night you dreamt of strong tanned arms and plump lips and you woke up a sweaty mess, breathing hard and feeling vulnerable. The dream faded instantly, leaving you with only the feeling that something forbidden must have taken place as your heart pounded furiously in your chest and your stomach flipped with nerves and butterflies.

It was early, the sun hadn’t yet risen but something about that dream had you awake enough that you knew you couldn’t possible fall back asleep.

Something was buzzing near your head and the familiar sensation of your ringing cell phone had you scrambling. The name on your screen flashed a single word ‘Soo’ and your heart raced. Of course you saved it last night as soon as you got into your room. You vacillated back and forth on the name. Should you go formal? Mr. Do Kyungsoo or My Kyungsoo, perhaps The Love of My Life…

You knew you would sound sleepy, as early as it was. Perhaps there was another problem with his shower? Maybe that had been real after all.

“Hello?” Your voice was lower, thick with sleep and you waited for him to speak his part. No doubt something about needing you to talk to someone somewhere about something.

“Hey.”

Sweet baby Jesus, his voice was husky and deep. You knew instantly that he had just woken up and you felt the heat rising up the back of your neck when he inhaled a trembling breath onto the line, making that sound dance into your ears and hit you straight in the gut.

“I-Is…something wrong?” You could hear the change in your own voice, now a bit affected by him, by this. What was this? Why was he calling you with that fucking voice and why did he have to breathe onto the line like that? You felt like you could burst into flames at any second.

“I had a dream about you,” he whispered and you had to put the phone down for a second as you breathed in a deep breath.

You felt dizzy. Was this really happening?

“W-What kind of dream?”

This felt dangerous. Your eyes were closed now and you could hear breathing on the line that told you something in his chest wasn’t quite steady.

“We were having dinner and…” he inhaled another breath and the sound pushed air past the mic in his phone making you gasp a tiny breath of air that you were sure he heard.

You cleared your throat to cover it. It was weak and you knew it wouldn’t fool him one bit.

“And?” You squeaked out, begging him to continue.

“And you didn’t like the sea bass so you gave it all to me. I was so happy.”

Your breathing halted entirely with his words and you honestly didn’t have a response for him. He was silent on the line and you felt the comedown of the weird mood he had put you in with his phone call. It settled and vanished and you blinked into the darkness that still filled your room.

“That’s it? I gave you my fish?” Your affected voice was long gone. This man…

“The sea bass! From yesterday that fish, I… can’t stop thinking about it.”

“But that’s it? That was the whole dream?” You couldn’t believe this. Was he really calling you before sunrise for this? A dream about fish?

“Umm…n-no… actually a few other things also happened–” his voice changed again, and you heard a new instability under the words that you hadn’t expected.

“Other things?” Why did these two words sound so sinister when you repeated them back to him. We’re his ‘other things’ similar to your ‘other things’ that left you awake feeling hot and bothered? You doubted it….but something in the way he was breathing in that husky sleepy voice of his was building a fire in your belly.

“Mhmm,” you had to squeeze your eyes closed tightly for that one. You were certain you felt that hum right between your legs, why was he doing this to you? Did he know the power he had over you? He must have known. You were putty in his hands. You were melting at his feet and his voice humming into your ear was the fire.

“What other things Kyungsoo?” You needed it. You craved more of his tempting words or even just more of that breathing you could hear from his parted lips. You no longer cared about lines you shouldn’t cross, this man always made you make bad choices.

You heard him clear his throat. There was no way he was….affected right now right?

“Chanyeol’s calling me I have to go.” The line clicked and went dead silent.

It took three full seconds for you to process what just happened. After that your fit was on full volume as you growled out loud in frustration and kicked your legs up and down angrily on your bed.

This man! This tortuous beautiful sexy as fuck jerk was playing with you in your most vulnerable state!

No, it wasn’t sleepy. Your true vulnerability was him. You were weakest when he was involved and not only did he know it but he was toying with you and having the time of his life. You pictured him rolling around laughing in his bed now, clutching his belly as he laughed so hard he lost his breath and felt the hunger pains strike.

You leapt up from the bed and headed toward your shower. You grabbed your razor so you could shave your legs for today and when you were squeaky clean, armed with delightful smelling lotion all over your skin you reached for your best weapons. The shortest skirt you could get away with at work and the tight white top that hugged and dipped in the best places.

If he could assault you with sexiness there was nothing in the rules that said you had to play clean. The man clearly needed to be taught a lesson.

The day was busy.

Truth be told you hardly saw him. It was a concert day and there was sound checks and hoards of fans. There was makeup and wardrobe and countdowns and announcements and roll calls and you spent much of the time backstage out of the way watching the monitors as you were on call should anyone need you.

When you did see him, he was in one of the familiar stage costumes that included tight leather pants., straps and hoops hanging and dat ass oh my. He was moving swiftly but you caught his eye and gave him a smile and encouraging thumbs up with one hand as he walked by with the group. You saw the small head nod that told you he’d seen you and as the group made their way past you felt him reach out and touch the back of your hand lightly with his own hand. It was a small brush against you. It was intentional and it was all he could do when so pressed for time but the tiny gesture did something inside your chest.

Your felt a building pressure inside there and only a quick placement of your hands over your face so you could jump up and down as discretely as possible while concealing a tiny shriek would do.

Unfortunately he wasn’t through the stage door yet and you caught the highly amused smirk that graced his face as he caught your stupid mini freak out dance and you wanted to die all over again.

When the show was over there were talks of flights and wake ups and airports and you found yourself part of a traveling circus of staff and members as the whole operation was moving to the next city.

You half paid attention to your flight information and you knew that your group of translators has been put on the same flight as the members so you could be available for customs forms and anything else they needed when they arrived.

Your mind drifted on the flight, paying the extra fee for the onboard wifi you scrolled mindlessly through your kitties on Tumblr, searching his name every few minutes when you got fed up with all of the cute.

Your phone buzzed and you recognized the three letter name and you smiled a stupid self indulgent smile that slowly faded and vanished when you read his message.

“Are you on my flight? Everyone is asleep and I’m bored. Come play with me. ^~”

All His [M]: Canon AU - Fluff / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 , part 10 , part 11 FINAL

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