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visibleclosedeyes · 2 years

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Angle 1

(accidentally deleted it prematurely...)

type: Multi chapters

pairing: sevika x OC

The lodgings

It was going to happen. Sevika was certain of it. She could understand Vander and what he was trying to achieve but also–being sane enough–Sevika realized this will never work with the enforcers. The woman has known defeats, pain, and loss, just like everyone else in the lanes. On that day that the news of the enforcers' threats spread all over Zaun, she gathered just like many others at The Last Drop. They wanted those fucking brats of his, Vander needs to do something about that and the only two options were surrender or conflict. Oh, Sevika was fucking ready on that day to fight for Zaun, to fight off those who ripped everything from her not even a decade ago.

But then Vander talked to all of them, and the air quickly was poisoned by the bitterness that also plagued a lot of people in that bar. Some guy said the truth straight to his face, something along the line of ‘you can’t protect them forever,’. He covered their asses too much and now it came right back to bite everybody's asses off, but respect was given; Sevika could get the idea of protecting your family. If he was gonna fight, then Sevika was in. But that wasn’t what happened. He ordered them to stand still and do nothing while the enforcers were gonna roll them all over. Fucking what now? Oh, she remembered how it went down. ‘Do I look scared? ‘No, you look weak,’ Even with her left arm gone, she was still gonna choose this part all over again. Because she was right, Vander was weak. Sooner or later, he would get them all killed.

“ Fuck !” Sevika screams into the dark void of her own room. Silco doesn’t ask for her yet; looks at how incapable she is now. She took the blow for him, obviously, it was a stupid decision but not without a reason. Silco, unlike Vander, has what it takes to actually do something for Zaun. Her room is dimly lit—makes the arsenic deep green, and the wallpaper looks even more depressing than it already is. The couch she’s laying on is barely acting as a comfort, its cushion was non-existing while the nails below it threaten to come out and sink into her flesh anytime.

This place isn’t near The Last Drop. It is a cheap, run-down lodging almost near the edge of Zaun—the opposite of this building is the dock overlooking the darkness of the undercity's lowest street. The street outside of her window, at night, was often cloaked with dust clouds (or mist, but this is Zaun so it’s probably dust cloud) away from the main part of the city. It’s just your typical small district that has a sizable group of people sometimes but mostly left quite deserted. In the dead of the night, however, there might be a shady man or woman waiting for someone to hand over their shady packages. Sometimes she would hear laughter, sometimes cries, and many times beatings. Well, not that she knows when exactly it is day or night anyway.

That window is placed at the opposite of where she’s at. The only way to let Sevika connect with the outside world. This square room of depression isn’t so unbearable as the warmth of sunshine and the soft ray of moonlight always peer through the shoddy window. Not everything is bad, huh?

“ Ugh,” but the consistent massive pain from having her arm literally burnt to bits. Sevika isn’t dying anytime soon but the overwhelming agony makes her wish she did. At least Silco doesn’t toss her away after all she did for him, while she is stuck here in recovery; he sends her money and on rare occasions comes to visit. Well, that’s fucking good and all that but missing arm won’t be solved by just money. She’s desperate for something tangible. And maybe the angel is real and her wish has been granted because suddenly the door next to her crack open. A woman, not older than the mid or early 20s, with a tight tee and jeans just like anybody else in Zaun walks right into the room. She looks completely average but Sevika spots a heavy bag she has in her hand.

“You are Miss Sevika?”

“Yeah? Who the fuck are you?”

“Your boss hired me to take care of you,”

“What? You’re some kind of nurse? That’s new, a nurse in Zaun?” it came out of Sevika’s mouth more sarcastic than she actually meant it. Sevika has genuinely never seen any real doctors let alone nurses in this place.

Sevika must have looked miserable that instead of answering her question she went straight to sitting down beside her and took a look at the fresh wound that was wrapped by a soaked bright red bandage.

“This… is far worse than what he told me,”

“Are you telling me you just noticed I have no left arm when you came in?” Sevika retorts back, her brows tie into a knot and her voice is harsh with an edge of bitterness. The woman looks at her in the eyes, she bites her lower lips as if she wants to say something. Sevika is unsure if that’s a pity or annoyance in her eyes but it’s the first time she has gazed into her eyes. She seems to have decided against it and resumed her examination.

“How long has this been on?” the new nurse asks Sevika. The taller woman leans her head back against the green wall, she snorts and tries to light a fire to the cigarette she holds in her mouth

“2 to 3 days?”

“You smoke? I would advise against it for the time being,”

“Huh? Why? Everybody smokes? Also, I lost a fucking arm? There’s a bigger problem to worry about, no?” Sevika challenges her nurse who is cracking her bag of medical tools open, there are so many things that Sevika cannot recognize right away. Out of almost 30 years of her life, she never received any medical care as close as this. And suddenly worries how much this would cost her, how much did Silco pay this girl? She hisses sharply as the old bandage is being peeled off from the wound.

“So, did you and your boss come up with the solution?” the small woman asks Sevika without tearing her sight from the work in front of her. Sevika doesn’t look either, the thought of seeing her own severed shoulder made her wanna gag.

“Prosthetics,” the older woman assumed it was still about her injury.

“Decorative one or mechanical?”

“Don’t be fucking stupid, princess. Why would I need a useless one?” Sevika grins at herself for finding a slip-up to bite back at the nurse. The cold gazes rest upon her now as the nurse next to her stops what she is doing for a moment. Sevika expects some reactions but she gives her none.

“The mechanical one will be expensive…”

“And? Stays on your lane, don’t say anything that you know nothing of,”

“Just curious. No offense, but your boss is the one paying me. You can’t even pay for a nurse, I doubt you will make enough for a prosthetics” that simply sends Sevika off, she could feel sharp frustrating, and humiliating feelings. Oh, she wouldn’t know, that statement the woman just utters cut deep in Sevika’s psyche. Her blood runs cold in anger, she gets her situation very well. Poverty, who wouldn’t know that they themselves are poor? It’s a fact and Sevika isn’t delusional but having a fucking stranger pointing that output a sour and bitter taste in her mouth. Sevika waits until the bandage changing is complete then stands abruptly turning to face the shorter woman beside her who is also rising up. And she’s fucking hates that expression. It’s the doubt, washing all over the nurse’s face. Sevika hates doubt, especially when it’s against her. Reminds her of her old man. Brown hair woman pushes away the thoughts of her father to the corner of her mind as fast as possible before the guilt, regret, and resentment could manifest.

“What’s wrong?” the woman inquires quietly now, unsure if she did anything wrong.

“You’re finished. The door’s right there, where you came from. Go collect payment or whatever from him,”

“About that…” she says rather sheepishly. Her voice squeezes through the narrow gap between her teeth. Another new kind of expression. Sevika says nothing back and so the woman continues. “He already paid in advance for the rest of the year,” Sevika blinks at that statement trying to understand why the fuck is that her problem and why should she care.

“Good? Then get the fuck out then,”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you before?”

“What?” alarm is sounding in Sevika’s head

“He hired me to take care of you until you are at your normal capability which means I’m going to be living with you until then,”

“What the fuck?”

#sevika x reader #arcane fanfic #arcane

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pandabearlikes · 7 years

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Temporary Affairs II

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

a/n: make sure you read through entire chapter ;)

Chapter o6. Self-ie-conscious

The second day babysitting Youngwoo was a little better. He didn’t randomly cry or anything but you also barely picked him up out of fear that you’d hurt him. The fifth day he was all giggly and active, flailing his little limbs for you to cradle him, so you sucked in air and lifted him slowly into your embrace. He whimpered a bit at first, startling you. But you stayed still with him against your chest until gradually he hushed. By the second week, you thought that you were actually starting to get the hang of things as soon as you stopped freaking out.

You dusted your hands off after spreading baby powder all over Youngwoo’s diaper area to prevent him from getting any rashes. The little baby moved his arms around happily. Smiling, you patted his little cheeks and lifted him up to place him back into the comfort of his little cradle. And like a pro, you instantly pressed on the mobile. Soft melodies played in the background as the toy mobile spun above Youngwoo, causing him to giggle gleefully. Not only was Youngwoo happy, so were you because it gave you sufficient amount of time to clean up the mess on the changing station.

When you returned from the restroom, Youngwoo was already fast asleep. Giggling joyfully yourself, you plopped yourself down on the rocking chair for your much needed break. As you slowly drifted off to lalaland, a soft beep from your phone sounded. Sluggishly, you pulled the device out from your pocket to see who dared disturb your beauty sleep. As soon as the screen lit up, you narrowed your eyes. Someone had friended you on Facebook…and that someone was none other than Lee Sohee. You stared at the request. Was this a battle challenge? If I rejected then it may seem as if I’m scared of her. But if I accepted, then things might get ugly super fast. You bit your nail in debate, weighing the pros and cons.

“Nope, not gonna friend you, biotch,” you concluded out loud after five minutes.

While your fingers dwelled over the “ignore” button, Youngwoo’s thunderous cries frightened you, causing you to lose your grip over your phone. Grimacing, you leaned over to clumsily catch the device. Whew. But your eyes immediately widened at the screen. In the mist of saving your phone, you had hit “accept”. Omg. Crap. Crap. Crap. Not again…

Youngwoo’s sobs continued to grow. Priorities, _______ah! You tossed the electronic onto the cushioned rocking chair and leapt off to rescue the baby from whatever monster that traumatized him enough to cause such ruckus. And before you even reached the crib, you had already concluded from the tone of the cry that he was hungry. So you skillfully U-turned to the kitchen to grab a warm bottle of milk.

As soon as Youngwoo was full and burped, you placed him on the automatic cradle by the rocking chair to lull him back to sleep. Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you picked up the phone again and slouched back down into the heap of cushions and pillows. Okay, great. What now? This was the second time you accidentally lured Sohee into a catfight through Facebook. Should I unfriend her? No, that’d be stupid, by now she’d probably already gotten the email saying you accepted.

“Fine, you want to be friends? Let’s be friends then,” you concluded.

Broadening your shoulders and holding your chin abnormally up, you clicked on her profile. You know…since you added her anyway, might as well stalk her a bit. So she went to high school with Oppa…and college too? Did that mean they dated or at least knew each other for a while? You pouted a bit jealous that she knew Jongin for almost a decade longer than you did. But Oppa said they didn’t have an intimate relationship.

Just as you were about to look through her photo albums, the front door opened. Gasping, you instantaneously hid your phone behind your body to wait for the two men to show up. Jongin and Sehun were already chatting enthusiastically with one another before entering the baby’s room.

“Hey!” you greeted, as soon as they appeared at the doorway.

“Hey!” Sehun replied then squatted down to look at the now awaken Youngwoo in his little mini cradle.

Your husband extended his arms out and you knowingly jumped into his chest. He chuckled joyfully at your much more euphoric mood as compared to the first time you babysat Youngwoo.

“Did Young-ie cause a lot of trouble today, _______?” Sehun asked, picking his son up into his arms.

“Nope. He was a total sweetheart today!” you said truthfully.

In the car, you suggested to get some ice cream since the weather was so hot. As always, Jongin happily compiled to your sudden cravings. Midway to the ice cream parlor, a light bulb lit in your head. Internal evil cackle.

“Just order one, Oppa. We can share!” you excitedly proposed.

By the look on your husband’s face, you were sure he caught on that something was fishy. But he nodded and got out of the car to order the desert for you. Taking out your phone, you resumed stalking Sohee’s photos. Hmm…she did have a good sense of style…even in high school. You recalled your terrible walk-into-closet-and-pick-whatever-clothes-weren’t-in-the-laundry tactic you had back in high school and cringed.

A knock came from the car window and you looked up from your hobby to see Jongin had returned. Eep. You quickly exited out of the application and leaned over to unlock the door for him.

“Here you go, Jagiya,” he spoke, holding the strawberry ice cream cone in front of you.

But instead of taking it, you grabbed a tissue and gently wiped the sweat off of Jongin’s face.

“It must have been super hot waiting in line. Sorry, Oppa,” you apologized sincerely.

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled, holding the ice cream out for you again.

This time you took it.

“Oppa, let’s take a picture,” you suggested, holding out your phone.

With the ice cream in between the two of you, you directed for Jongin to lean in and lick the desert from one side while you did the same on the other. Satisfied with the positioning, you snapped the selfie.

“Here,” you shoved the ice cream to your husband. He looked at you amused but took it so that you could focus on your task of selecting the prettiest filters and bokeh for the couple picture. In between your contemplating whether to add a border or not, Jongin held the treat up to your lip so you could enjoy it before it completely melted. Without taking your attention from your phone, you stuck your tongue out and licked the ice cream. Jongin shook his head at your silliness.

Pleased with how the picture came out, you posted it on Facebook with the caption, “Ice cream kiss with hubby”. You finished your mischief by tagging your husband in the picture. Pftt…what do you think Lee Sohee?!?!

_________ _________ : 1 Lee Sohee: 0!!! Bwhahahahaahhaaha.

“What so funny, Babe?” Jongin asked, feeding you the rest of the ice cream.

“Ohh, nothing,” you replied but failed to hide your naughty grin.

Jongin pinched your nose but didn’t grill you further, grateful to witness your uplifted mood.

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For the next few days, you were obsessed with taking pictures of you and Jongin together. Whether you were simply eating dinner, or out on a date, or even just snuggling together, you snapped a selfie, added blinding effects and filters, and posted it up for Lee Sohee the world to see.

But for some reason, that one homecoming picture of Jongin and his ex engraved permanently in the back of your mind. So to counter it, you continued to indulge in your new hobby. You took pictures of Jongin in his office, in his car, watching television, sleeping, and even in the shower. Yes, in the shower.

Cackling naughtily, you turned the knob and barged into the bathroom.

“What is the world – “ Jongin asked, startled by your intrusion.

Throwing up some bunny ear fingers, you said, “Smile!”

Snap

Still giggling, you exited the restroom.

A few hours later as you were busy stuffing chips into your mouth and chatting over the phone with your best friend, Bang Minah, your husband came in looking a bit flustered.

“Jagiya, why did Kyungsoo-hyung send me a text saying that my buttcrack is on Facebook?” he asked, raising his brow.

The bag of chips fell from your hands.

“Hello? _______ah? Hello?” Minah said through the phone.

“I’ll call you back later,” you said and hung up.

Scrambling, you climbed over the bed to the computer to examine the pictures you posted. And there it was, an inch of your husband’s booty managed to show up in the shower picture without you knowing. No, no, no! Crap. You immediately clicked “delete”.

“No! No one in this world is allowed to see my hubby’s precious butt but me!” you said under your breath.

Beside you, your husband shook his head and gave you a light smooch on the cheek.

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Chairs flipped and tables screeched. You held your back, bending over to scoot the furniture even further. With a towel over his damp hair, Jongin walked in curiously.

“Babe, be careful!” your husband shouted, tossing the towel on the floor to support you before you fell over.

“Hehe,” you giggled but Jongin was not amused.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his arm still holding tightly against your waist.

“Um, just moving things around…” you beat around the bushes.

“For…”

“For pictures…” you finally admitted.

“For…” he continued to grill.

You squirmed in his arm and changed the subject, “Oppa, go dry your hair first then I’ll tell you”.

Waddling, you physically scooted him to the bathroom so he would leave you alone to remodel the room for your photo shoot. However, Jongin always had the ability to persuade you into ditching your plans to fool around with him.

Sitting on a chair, he stared up at you like a little puppy as you towel dried and wrung the water out of his hair for him. You tried your best to avoid eye contact but the little puppy kept tugging on your sleeve so you caved. His eyes glimmered back at you like shining stars. Gahh I’m gonna faint. Trying your best to hide you foolish grin, you shoved the towel back to Jongin and backed up to leave but he looped his arms around your belly. You giggled, wiggling in his grip as he continued to suffocate you with his little aegyo stunt. He pulled you by the neck so you puckered your lips awaiting a kiss but instead he shook his wet hair causing droplets to cover all over your face.

“Oppaaa,” you whined. He laughed, making up by pecking you all over your face.

You gave in and continued to dry his hair with a blow dryer. The whole time, he still continued to smile at you with that goofy grin of his and each time he did so, you’d melt a little on the inside.

Finally, after ten minutes, your husband released you back to your room to prepared your makeshift stage. Pushing all the furniture to the side, you hauled in bags and bags of curtains, laces, and fabrics. With a flick of the hand, the fabric unrolled in front of you like a Hollywood red carpet. As you tiptoed to hang the curtains, a wild Kim Jongin showed up at the door to offer help. And even though you wanted it to be a surprise, you gave in and invited him into the room again.

“Can I know what you’re doing now?” he asked, easily hanging the curtains up due to his taller physique.

You pouted childishly, rubbing you protruding tummy.

“I wanted it to be special,” you said bitterly.

“What’s ‘it’?” your hubby asked.

“Maternity photoshoot,” you finally admitted.

The earlier confusion on his face softened into a tender smile. He walked over, taking both your hands into his.

“It can still be special, even if it’s not a surprise. In fact, can I be part of it?” he asked.

Your eyes lit up and you questioned, “Really? You want to be in it?”

“Of course,” he sincerely replied.

“Okay,” you said, looking at the floor shyly.

So for the rest of the preparation, you got to comfortably sit on the rocking chair while Jongin setup the background, lights, and cameras.

The original gray curtains were replaced with beautiful lace and crystal ones that refracted light in all different directions. The floors were lined with tulle and silk, creating a Heavenly, cloud-like environment. You changed into a flowy white dress and flower crown while Jongin contrasted in a black dress shirt and white tie.

For the first half of the session, Jongin transformed into a professional photographer, directing you to stand in different spots. With your wispy hair framing your face, you turned at a perfect ¾ angle, with one hand over and one hand under your belly. Snap A succession of bright flashes of light captured the serene moment while Jongin continuously pressed the shutter button. When that was over, the handsome photographer sat down on the floor to admire his work of art.

Excitedly, you skipped over and joined him. He slipped his arm around your shoulders and happily handed the camera to you. Gasping in awe at his breathtaking photography skills, you swore you felt liquid begin to cloud your eyes.

“It’s so beautiful,” you unconsciously spoke.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jongin corrected.

You turned around with teary eyes and he automatically placed his lips on yours. His fingers stroked your hair, bringing you closer to him. And in that moment, you wished with every part of your body for time to stop forever. But his lips eventually separated from yours. You greedily leaned in for another quick peck. Oppa, I really love you. Please keep me around…even…if I’m not good enough.

“I will try to be good enough,” you said in an inaudible whisper as your forehead leaned against his.

“What did you say?” Jongin questioned but you shook your head.

Taking the camera from your hands, your husband pressed a few buttons and placed the camera onto the tripod before joining you by the windowsill for a couple shoot. Smiling shyly, you held his hand as it looped securely around your pregnant waist. Snap Several more shots followed with different themes and poses.

When Jongin went to fix something with the lights, you sat down to look through the gorgeous photos. Never in your life did you think you’d get the chance to have a maternity shoot, much less with such an attractive other half. Stopping on a picture of Jongin kissing your tummy, a teardrop fell onto the screen and you quickly wiped it away before your husband saw. You’re not sure why lately you’ve become so emotional. Perhaps, it was the preggo hormones…or maybe it was something else that had been bothering you for a while now…

Rubbing your tummy, you quietly asked, “Do you think Appa would keep me even if he realizes I’m not mature enough to be your mother?”

A light kicked answered and you blinked back tears.

“Jagiya, it’s fixed,” Jongin informed, motioning for you to go back to your position.

When you stood up, you finally realized your right leg was asleep when it buckled causing you to stumble forward. Immediately, your child’s father rushed forward to support you.

“Jagiya! I told you to be careful! You’re a mother now, you have to watch your steps or you’ll hurt our daughter,” Jongin scolded.

With teary eyes, you looked up at him. His angry expression instantly unstiffened.

“Sorry…” you apologized, biting your lip.

“No, Honey, I didn’t mean it that way,” he corrected.

“No, it’s fine,” you assured, feigning a smile.

Unwinding your hand from his, you slowly walked over to the window again. Your husband followed shortly after. And as you stared into his deep black eyes, you got your answer. So you held him a little closer, sniffing in his scent, and remembering the feeling of having his arms around you. Just in case…you think. Just in case. Jongin grinned widely, oblivious to the toxic thoughts that raided your mind.

As the skies grew dark, Jongin began to move the furniture back into position. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs swinging around like a little girl, you watched as the moonlight casted beautiful laced floral prints against Jongin’s face. Taking out your phone, you secretly snapped a few candid shots of him. You know…just in case.

Sniffing back tears, you requested, “Oppa, can we take one more with my phone?”

He stopped what he was doing, turned around, and nodded. Setting the timer on your phone, you placed it onto the tripod and dashed to rejoin Jongin. Midway, you slowed down, mentally cursing at yourself for forgetting to be careful once again. With your forehead against his and arms around his neck, the phone camera flashed brightly capturing the precious moment. And instead of posting it on Facebook like what your husband expected you to do, you changed it as your phone wallpaper so you could stare at it every time you missed this feeling…you know…just in case there wasn’t a next time…

a/n: Le sigh. The ending of this chapter gets me every time. There’s this melancholy feeling at the thought of a super bubbly person turning depressed as compared to an originally pessimistic person having these negative thoughts…it’s as if her wings got clipped off. ಥ ̯ ಥ

Are you guys ready for tomorrow’s chapter? It’s that chapter I cried my eyes out writing and actually had to decrease the angst/change the chapter at 4AM in the morning because it got too sad for my kokoro.

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#kai scenario #kai scenarios #exo scenario #exo scenarios #kai fanfic #exo fanfic #kai fanfiction #exo fanfiction #exo angst #exo #kai #jongin #kim jongin #Temporary Affairs

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