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[writemekpop]

Hot Mess | Kim Jongin (Kai)

5K Follower Series Ep. 27

Summary: You come home one night to find Kai naked in your bed… is he cheating on you?   

Genre: Established relationship AU, smut

Word Count: 1k

Prompt: “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Kai? Where are you, baby?”

No response. The entire downstairs was dark. And silent. 

You pulled out your tight ponytail, letting your wavy hair fall loose over your shoulders. 

Work had been tough. You couldn’t wait to curl up and watch your hot boyfriend Kai work out – that always made you feel better. 

 In the gloom, the house felt alien, like it was somebody else’s, and you were intruding.

You wandered towards the stairs. Kai’s favourite Gucci jacket was hanging from the bannister. A chill ran down your spine. He never left home without it. 

“Baby?” You walked up the stairs. Kai’s Balenciaga belt was coiled snake-like on the top stair. You were getting really freaked now.   

That’s when you noticed them - the soft grunts coming from your bedroom door. Your heart fell to the floor. You’d know that deep voice anywhere.  

Was Kai… cheating on you? This couldn’t be happening!  

Tears were already pricking your eyes. You imagined Kai in there with some supermodel, his head between her legs, getting mess all over your sheets. You felt sick. 

You took a deep breath, and yanked the bedroom door open. 

You gasped. 

Kai was lying on the bed, completely naked, his brown skin glowing against the white duvet cover. His eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure, his cheeks were flushed, and his hand was wrapped around his penis. 

“Where is she?” You screamed, looking around the room to find the person Kai was cheating on you with. “Come and face me like a woman, you homewrecker!”  

When Kai heard your voice, he bolted upright, the muscles on his abdomen flexing with the effort. 

“Hey, baby, I didn’t hear you come in. Come and join me,” Kai said. He smirked sexily, but you weren’t having it.

“Join you?” You snapped, getting angrier by the second. “First you cheat on me and now you want me to join you in bed with your mistress! Fuck off!”  

Kai frowned, looking adorably confused despite his naked state. “Cheat on you? What are you talking about?” 

“You-“ you gestured wildly at his nakedness. “Having sex with… god, where are you hiding her?” 

You dropped down to your knees and looked under the bed for the mystery woman. She had to be somewhere. 

Realisation dawned upon Kai. He jumped off the bed and gently pulled you up to standing.

“Babe,” he said, gazing at you warmly. “I’m not cheating on you. There’s no-one else here.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Then why are you naked? What about all those moans?” 

Kai rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. “I was just having some… intimate time… with myself. I like to do it naked. It… feels better.” 

You stared at him, your face a mixture of shock and disgust. 

“Hey,” Kai said, nudging your shoulder. “Stop looking at me like that. Everyone masturbates.” 

“Oh my god!” you cried. “I thought you were cheating on me, when all you were doing was jerking off? You idiot!” 

You grabbed a pillow off the bed and whacked Kai on his naked butt. “I can’t believe you!” 

Kai laughed, deep and manly. “I can’t believe you think I’d cheat on you. I’m crazy about you, Y/n.” 

You whacked him again. “I almost had a heart attack!” 

Mad with rage, you whacked him on his front too.  

Kai let out a half-yelp, half-moan. “You just hit my dick!” He said, chucking. “Actually that felt kinda good. Do it again?” 

You gasped. “You pervert!” 

It was getting harder to hold in your smile. This was almost funny. “I can’t believe you’re getting off on this!” you groaned, your smile breaking through. 

“Come ‘ere, you,” he grunted. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you onto the bed with him. 

He attacked your neck with kisses, making you both breathless with laughter. 

You rolled around on the bed in a hot tangle. You don’t know whose fingers did what… but soon, you were just as naked as him. 

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After, you lay in each other’s arms, limbs intertwined, trying to catch your breath.

The bedside table fan hummed softly, but it did nothing to ease the heat radiating off your bodies. Your heartbeats were the only sound.

Kai was absentmindedly drawing patterns on your arm, eyes closed, singing to himself – the way he always did after sex. 

You let your eyes wander down his smooth neck, and across his sculpted chest. You gazed at his brown skin and the ripples of muscles in his taut stomach. Your tummy tingled in appreciation. 

You looked lower and lower, at his belly button piercing, at the V shape leading right down to his massive-

“I know you’re checking me out.” Kai said. 

You giggled. “Busted.” 

“Round two?” He asked, pushing himself up on one elbow so that he could look at you. “You know you want to.” 

Kai twirled a curl of your hair between his fingers and followed it down to where it came to your chest. His fingers brushed against your nipple, sending sparks flying down your spine. 

“You’re not tired?” You whispered. 

Kai smiled a lazy, sexy smile. He rolled you over so that he was lying on top of you, and dipped his lips to your neck.

“For you? Never.” 

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[justwritedreams]

EXO AS DADS SERIES | JONGIN VER.

Xiumin Ver. | Chen Ver. | Yixing Ver. | Baekhyun Ver. | Chanyeol Ver. | Kyungsoo Ver. | Suho Ver. | Sehun Ver.

Word count:  Author: Maari Summary: A series of what exo would be like as a parent, from discovery to growth

Sigh ok hear me out

BEST FATHER OF THE WHOLE WORLD

There's so much I want to talk about him 🤧

I think he would find out about the pregnancy even before his s/o but he would be confused like is that what I'm thinking or is it just my imagination?

I mean, he has experience with his nephews so it's not an unexplored area for him.

Like have you seen his smile when he's with children? 

But I think he wouldn't say anything because he doesn't want to put pressure on his s/o.

But even if he already expected it, the moment she announced it, oh boy he would be so shocked!

I imagine the two together, alone, watching a movie or just talking sitting on the couch.

And she feels uncontrollably nauseous and she pulls away from him so quickly and runs to the bathroom 

He just watches her run with a confused face like

“What... what happened?”

He goes after her because he is very worried

And he helps her hold her hair so it doesn't get dirty and he even strokes the back of her neck, trying to make her feel better 😩

And when she finishes and wipes her mouth, with him stroking her hair he asks what happened

And she replies in a low voice that she's pregnant 

He's like 😳

She tries to explain that she had a bunch of tests last week and didn't tell anything because she was scared but 

Se just hugs her so tight she's probably going to gasp for air.

And he starts to cry like a baby!

Out of emotion, of course, he is so happy that the only thing he can say is thank you a million times.

And that leads me to think that this man will be the most protective father in the whole word

He's the type who won't let his s/o do any kind of physical exertion at all.

Like, carry shopping bags or even put on socks when it's colder when the belly is considerably big

"I can do this you know" "You can't make an effort, imagine if the baby is accidentally born when you crouch"

And the purest father in the world too!

I think he's going to handle his s/o’s morning sickness very well

Just like the mood swing

But the day that his child will be born, I imagine him completely nervous

And it will be even worse if the baby comes early 🤣

Will definitely cry more than the baby in childbirth

But it will be worth it when he holds the baby in his arms and realizes how small he is 😭

And he will look with the biggest smile like "it's my son"

Oh yeah and I definitely see him as a father of boys. 3 to be exact

He will teach his children everything he can

From simpler things like saying daddy

Even dancing since childhood

Don't you think he won't teach his children? He will, and he will definitely buy those father-son clothes!

And he will say with great pride that he taught

Even if the moment the child says daddy he is crying too much 🤣

He's going to be a worried father, any toothache or flu he's going to want to watch his son 24/7

He's going to be as devoted to his family as he is to anything that's dear to him, and I think family is the most important thing to him

As I said, the fact that he has nephews puts him in a comfortable position

Because he already has experience and will make him closer to his children

No, but just imagine him walking with the kids, taking them to school, sleeping with them at night in his bed because I know he's going to refuse to take the kids to their room 😭😭😭

And what else can I say? LET ME BE THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILDREN JONGIN i'm kidding chanyeol

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[mybiasisexo]

Hiiii! It's me again! Can I ask you from your drabble game :) #5 with Kai please :) Thank u in advance author-nim ✨🥰

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Genre: angst | power!au Pairing: Kai x f.Reader Length: 1.8k (again dont ask) Warnings: Language | Alcohol Consumption

a/n: i just feel like you wanted something soft and fluffy and cute. And tbh i wanted that too. I really did. But one thing about me????? when you put in a request, expect the unexpected~~. Im on an exo power kick apparently so there is that. I hope yall like this one i think its v interesting 🤔 But yes, thank you for requesting ☺️

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Jongin and Chanyeol found themselves in a familiar place they hadn’t been to in years.

‘We really did jump,” Chanyeol said in awe, taking in the old bar they would frequent when they were much younger adults than they were now.

Jongin felt jittery, like this wasn’t right. He had been told that his power could do much more than allow him to travel the world. He could travel dimensions, travel other worlds….

And time travel apparently.

He had no idea where exactly they were. Suho had told him to think of a time before shit hit the fan, before they lost everything.

“Excuse me,” Chanyeol called to a bartender. “Silly question, but what’s the date today?”

The bartender took him in wearily. Probably wondering if he needed to be cut off or not.

“Please,” he pressed. “It’s important.”

She sighed. “It’s the fifth of September. Twenty eighteen.”

“Twenty eighteen,” Chanyeol repeated with wide eyes, locking them with Jongin. “Bro, you fucking did it.”

“That’s too far back,” Jongin said between clenched teeth. He was aiming more towards 2021. Three years before The Attack.

“But there’s a reason why you sent us here.”

Chanyeol may be right about that, but he couldn’t understand it himself. The reasoning behind this specific time, this specific spot.

But then he heard a recognizable laugh and all the color drained from his face.

Chanyeol heard it too, throwing him a look full of warning. But Jongin ignored it, walking deeper into the dim building in search of the voice.

At a table, surrounded by a group of familiar faces, he saw the reason why he brought himself back here.

You.

The love of his life. The one who sacrificed everything that day. The one he lost.

You were there. Alive. Laughing. Unaware of the journey you were about to embark, of how drastically the world was going to change.

You were the reason why he even attempted to time travel.

He took a step towards the table, but then Chanyeol had him pressed against a wall, his forearm dug into Jongin’s neck.

“We don’t know what will happen if we interact with them,” he hissed. “We’re here to observe. To search for the red force. To discover the traitor.”

Jongin’s eyes were frantic as he tried to look at you again. “They’re here. The traitor is sitting at that table as we speak!”

“Yes,” Chanyeol agreed gravely. “With your wife. Your dead wife.” Jongin went still in his grip. “Shit, we might already be here. What’ll happen it we bump into our younger selves?”

Jongin wasn’t sure. He didn’t understand how any of this stuff worked. He just knew that it did. But, he couldn’t accept Chanyeol’s words yet. He searched his memories, wondering if he had met you, by now. But, you hadn’t. It wouldn’t be for a moment still.

“We’re not. I haven’t.” He swallowed thickly, which was hard to do with Chanyeol’s arm still pressed against his neck. “I haven’t met her yet.”

Chanyeol sighed. “This isn’t a good idea, Jongin.”

“Please, just let me see her,” he begged. “It’s been over a year, Chanyeol. I promise I won’t do anything, but I need to talk to her. I need to hear her voice again. I….”

He was so messed up without you. A ghost of the man he used to be. He swore he died the same night you did. Chanyeol saw that. Saw what the loss had done to his partner.

It was reluctantly, but he let him go, ignoring the relieved smile that bloomed on Jongin’s face. He pointed at him. “No funny business. We have a mission. We have to stick to it.”

“And we will,” Jongin was quick to say. “But for today, let’s just be normal, while we still can. This is the only peace we’ll ever get again. Let’s enjoy it.”

Chanyeol took in the bar that no longer existed in their timeline. Took in the smells and voices, and Jongin saw just how tired his friend was. How the war had drained him. He’d lost just as many people, had suffered just as much.

“Okay,” Chanyeol fully relented. “Let’s order some drinks.”

After getting a couple drinks, the two of them made their way over to the table you were sat at. Jongin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were even more beautiful than he remembered, nearly glowing under the yellow lights ahead.

“Mind if we join?” He asked, looking nowhere else but at you.

“Oh?” Another girl at the table, your best friend he realized, said. She took in the tall handsome men. “We could really enjoy the company.”

Jongin wasted no time sliding into the empty chair beside you, thankful for that. He sat a cup in front of you and you studied it for a brief moment before braving a sip.

Your eyebrows raised when it hit your taste buds.

“This is my favorite. How did you know?”

He grinned knowingly at you. “I could tell you were a woman with class.”

You laughed breathlessly at that, a bit intimidated under his intense stare. Still, he was ridiculously handsome—handsome enough to ignore the red flags. So, you introduced yourself.

“Jongin.” He held onto your hand and nearly sobbed at the familiar contact. When you went to pull away, he refused to let go. You giggled before shyly turning back to your drink.

Chanyeol cleared his throat, and Jongin remembered himself, finally letting your hand go.

He took in the others at the table. There were three girls and two men, including you. The men he recognized instantly as Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.

It was one of them, the traitor. The one who gave the Red Force their plans, leading to the attack that changed everything, that killed Jongin’s wife.

No. He wouldn’t think about that right now. Not when he had you back.

“So, you come here often?” Your best friend, Kim Jiwon, asked. Jongin was suspicious of her as well. She was a lousy friend, and was rather close to Kyungsoo. She also disappeared after the attack.

Chanyeol and Jongin locked eyes.

“We do,” Chanyeol said, sipping the brown drink he had ordered for himself. He closed his eyes as it coated his tongue, savoring the old taste he once enjoyed.

“Usually after work. A little treat after a hard day.” Jongin supplied.

“We do too!” You said excitedly. He fought his smile at your joy. That was something you would always say everytime you ended up at the bar.

“Oh?” He played off. “What is it that you do?”

“We’re engineers,” Baekhyun spoke up. “We work for the government. We build—”

“Planes,” Kyungsoo interrupted.

Jongin lifted an eyebrow at you, questioning the legitimacy of Kyungsoo’s answer. You shrugged. “You can say that.”

The night continued on. The table went round for round on drinks. Jongin was finding himself getting drunk for the first time in years. He was never much of a drinker to begin with, but today he needed all the alcohol he could get.

“I’ll have the Flying Dutchmen,” he ordered to the waitress, who rolled her eyes at the mostly juice drink. “And my wife here will have another Pink Lady.”

Chanyeol kicked his leg. He pouted.

You tilted your head curiously. You were pressed so close to him, he could feel your chest rise and fall against his arm. “Your wife? You know, that’s the third time you’ve called me that tonight.”

“Is it?” he asked, falling more into your space. You allowed him.

“Yeah,” you smirked up at him. “Why is that?”

“Because,” he slurred, nose touching yours. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

“You don’t even know me,” you pointed out, but he caught how breathless you sounded, how warm your face grew.

He hummed. “Not now maybe, but I already know that I love you.”

You watched him for a moment, appearing very sober as you wondered if this was okay. If he meant what he was saying, and wasn’t being a creep. Gorgeous be damned. Telling a stranger you loved them was definitely a red flag.

You swallowed thickly. “Love? That’s…that’s a serious word.”

He nodded slowly, staring at the sensual shape of your mouth. God, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to show you just how much he loved you, to tell you he never stopped. Ever.

“And I’m very serious when it comes to you.” His tone revealed as much.

Your drinks arrived, and to his satisfaction, you didn’t turn away from him. “Prove it.”

And maybe it was the drinks that made you so bold. Or it was the way the handsome stranger looked at you. There was… a sadness in his eyes. A sadness and a devotion that you found both startling and intriguing.

He went to do just that. His lips brushed against yours when his friend called his name. A reminder.

“Maybe it’s time to go,” his friend—Chanyeol, you recalled—suggested.

“But we just got our drinks,” Baekhyun whined.

“At least finish those first. We have to go soon too. Work in the morning.” You laughed awkwardly under the weight of the tall man’s gaze.

“One more drink,” he said, but his attention was on the man beside you, who couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than you.

He was a bit more solemn than a moment ago. He didn’t reply, instead lifting his drink and clinking it against your own before chugging it empty.

“Jongin!” You gasped, disappointed that he finished it so quickly. Was he that eager to leave you?

He shivered before getting to his feet. Not even gracing you with a goodbye before he was heading to the door.

“We’ll take care of the bill,” Chanyeol said as he followed his friend.

No. There was no way you were going to let the man who just told you he was going to marry you walk away without even a goodbye.

“Wait!” You called after them, running past Chanyeol to grab Jongin’s sleeve.

He stopped walking immediately. The men shared a glance as Chanyeol walked past, but didn’t say anything.

Finally, he turned to you.

“Will I see you again?” You couldn’t help but ask. It was unlike you to chase after a man, but Jongin was different. You could tell.

He threw a look over his shoulder, at Chanyeol, and then grabbed your face, pulling you in to kiss you.

You had never felt something like this before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as he kissed you as if a man reunited with a lover after being torn away from them. Like he wanted you.

Like he loved you.

When he finally pulled away, with difficulty on both parts, there were tears in his eyes.

“I’ll see you soon,” was all he was able to get out before he stormed out the door.

You swore you saw him vanish into thin air before it closed.

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[biaswreckingfics]

I would like to request for Kai, Angst #14. Thank you!

Jongin + Angst -I realized halfway through I could've done this the other way, but this flew out of me before I knew what was happening lol-

(I didn't come here to watch you flirt with other people.)

The moment the random group of guys started chatting up your friends at the bar, you felt a shift in Jongin's mood. Maybe it was because they invited themselves to hang out with your friend group. Maybe it's because one of them has been hitting on every single one of you every time he opens his mouth. You couldn't be sure, but you certainly know that having a deep conversation with one of them is not helping anything.

It started out innocently. Heck, Jongin was even a part of the conversation! One of the outliers of this group of guys eventually came up to you and made conversation about the shirt you were wearing. It was a concert tee for a show you and Jongin went to, and it happened to be the dude's favorite band.

The two of you spoke about their music for a while, Jongin being a part of the conversation, but eventually, you notice him growing quieter and quieter. You didn't think too much of it as the guy told you stories from his concert adventures. Before you know it, your drink is gone and Jongin is stewing silently beside you.

You try to drag Jongin back into the conversation, but he only offers you one-word responses. Giving up, you decide the two of you can just talk when you get home. It's too loud and busy to have a personal conversation here, so you let it go.

The conversation moves on from music to other things. The man tells you about his girlfriend - which you're sure Jongin is not even bothering to pay attention to - and their cat, and soon, the two of you are sharing pet pictures.

When Jongin suddenly gets up and storms out of the bar, you sigh. The man quickly offers an apology, realizing he might have put you in a precarious situation, but you wave him off. Whatever is happening between you and Jongin isn't his fault. 

Getting up from your seat, you follow Jongin outside. When you spot him halfway to the car, you jog after him to catch up. You call his name, but he purposely ignores you and you roll your eyes.

When you finally do catch up, he whirls on you, anger burning in his stare. "I didn't come here to watch you flirt with other people."

You take a step back, hackles immediately rising in defense. "Jongin, I wasn't flirting with him! We were having a conversation, which you were a part of until you decided not to be."

He scoffs. "Yeah, I was really part of that conversation."

"God!" You frustratedly yell. "Can I not even have a conversation with another person?"

"That man was all over you and you let him! Showing him pictures of our pets! Those are our pets!"

You furrow your brows at how quickly this argument is becoming stupid. "He was showing me pictures of his girlfriend and their cat!"

The word girlfriend causes Jongin to pause, but you both know this argument has gone too far to take it back now.

"You're so fucking frustrating!" You irritatedly yell at him. "Have a conversation for once instead of throwing a hissy fit and walking away!"

Some of the fight leaves Jongin, and in turn, leaves you. This stupid argument has stolen your energy and exhausted you. As you look at Jongin, you realize your problems are deeper than they appear, but you're too tired to deal with them right now.

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Kim Jong In (EXO / SuperM / Solo) - Ideal Partner Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

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Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body 

Heart 

Spirit 

Soul 

Time 

Place

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Kim Jong In

Stage Name: Kai

Group: EXO

DOB: 14.01.1994

Sun Sign: Capricorn

Chinese Sign: Water Rooster

Life Path Number: 2

Masterpost: EXO

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Kim Jong In

Kai (EXO / SuperM / Solo)

Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - 6 of Wands (Triumph)

Jongin’s ideal partner has a powerful persona and wherever they go, they gather fans and admirers. They ooze confidence and victorious energy. Their step is firm and direct, their voice is sharp and unmistakable. Their eyes are full of passion and determination. This person knows no fear, no self-doubt, no hesitation.

Heart - 6 of Cups (Nostalgia)

While they make sure to give a nearly royal impression on the outside, Jongin’s perfect match has a soft and caring heart. They like the romantic aspects of life, they like to dwell in beautiful memories and they are actually really kind and empathetic. Their success is rooted in their genuine goodness and no matter how high they reach, they are always ready to share with their loved ones.

Spirit - 7 of Wands (Protectiveness)

Jongin’s special person is confident and kind but they also have healthy boundaries. They know when it’s the time to say no. They will not be abused or mistreated by others as they value themselves and have healthy self-esteem.

Soul - 9 of Cups (Contentment)

Jongin’s ideal partner is a blessed person. They are happy with themselves, they practise self-love and self-respect. They know life isn’t always a rose garden but they know how to enjoy the little blessings and how to face challenges. They are content in their lives and this deep inner peace gives them wisdom.

Time - Queen of Pentacles (Unifying)

Jongin and his special person are likely to meet through work or mutual interest. It’s likely for them to become fond of each other but the love doesn’t have to spark up quickly. They are more likely to spend quality time together in a platonic way, getting to know each other, before they realise they are meant for each other.

Place - Ace of Swords (Breakthrough)

Sharing a home might be a big decision for Jongin and his love. They are likely to plan it, schedule it, make lists and have everything perfectly handled before they finally build their own love nest. And it’s likely to feel fantastic for both of them, a liberating experience even.

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blue tie | kai

avisos: kai hard!dom, dirty talk, bondage leve, degradação (vadia), sexo sem proteção (usem camisinha fml!), creampie, menção a anal e o uso de amor pra dar uma aliviada.

★ isso aqui vai para a minha erigon favorita, giulia, e a todo mundo que é cadelinha desse homem (incluindo eu).

o macacão que antes te vestia, encontra-se caído no chão. a gravata azul marinho de jongin está amarrada no seu pulso, atrás das costas, te deixando completamente rendida para o homem. na cama, estava com a cabeça no travesseiro e a bunda pra cima, esperando ansiosamente por ele. 

“você ficou esperando a noite inteira pra eu arrombar essa buceta, não é?” já sem rastros do terno em seu corpo, jongin se aproxima e provoca seu clitóris inchado com a glande.

 “sim, por favor…” diz manhosa. 

travesso, ele coloca o pau devagarinho na sua entrada, com um sorriso no rosto, apenas para te deixar impaciente. continua, colocando e tirando, ouvindo suas lamúrias e gemidos baixos. 

“quer mais rápido ou assim tá gostoso?” ele sussurra em seu ouvido, aproveitando para agarrar os seus seios e apertar o biquinho já sensível por conta das preliminares. 

“porra, mais rápido.” 

“tsk, que boquinha mais suja essa vadia tem, acho que você não tá merecendo levar meu pau.” desesperada, implora para o moreno, olhando-o com um biquinho nos lábios e os olhos brilhantes de desejo. sem resistir, ele te fode sem mais brincadeiras. 

segurando no seu pulso, vai fundo e sem vacilar, deixando sua mente em branco focando apenas no membro do homem que te preenche por completo.

“que buceta mais apertada, amor.” desfere um tapa na bunda. “quero ver depois se seu cuzinho vai tá apertado desse jeito também.” 

apenas por ouvir a voz dele junto ao som dos seus corpos se chocando, você chega ao seu ápice, com ele te acompanhando logo em seguida enchendo sua entrada.

“olha pra isso, sua bucetinha tá tão cheia que nem cabe toda a minha porra.” ele coloca novamente o esperma que saiu de você, te causando arrepios. “agora eu vou fuder seu outro buraquinho e quero que no final você ainda tenha porra aí dentro, entendeu?” confirmando apenas com um 'uhum', ele desamarra a gravata do seu braço e coloca na sua boca. "só que dessa vez você vai ficar bem quietinha.”

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[moonlightjongin]

Storge (Jongin’s Series Of Love)

♡ Pairing -- Kim Jongin x Reader ♡ Genre -- Supernatural, Fluff, Angst ♡ AUs -- Guardian Angel!AU, Heaven!AU ♡ Description -- (concept) ‘Storge’ is the Greek word for the natural affection people feel for those closest to them. Storge is a love that exists between parents and their children but can go beyond this, storge can also be displayed in companions, and exceptionally close friends. It is said that storge is a casual form of love usually based in memories; storge is an underlying love driven by the desire to compassionately care for another. (summary) ...Your Guardian Angel Jongin, who has been guiding you from afar all this while, hopes with everything in him that he’s done a good job with that, vowing to continue doing so as you take upon yourself a very new challenge, working alongside him in the realms of aether. ♡ Wordcount -- 11,414 words. ♡ Warnings -- Non-descriptive mentions of dying, descriptions of grief, blood/injuries. ♡ A/N -- Feedback is very welcome and very appreciated. ♡

Main Masterlist || Series Of Love Masterlist || 🏹 also in the series... Storge (familial love; natural affection). Philautia (self love). Philia (platonic love; the love of friendship). Ludus (playful love; uncommitted love). Pragma (enduring love; practical love). Eros (passionate, sensual love). Agape (unconditional love). Mania (obsessive love).

 When Jongin first lay his eyes on you, they had brimmed with tears yet to spill, a warmth coursing through him that threatened to engulf each atom of his being. The most gentle smile graced his lips as he watched you grip your mother's finger with your tiny hand, placing his own, much larger hand against his chest. He proceeded to exhale one deep, heavy breath, the tenderness of the moment having been too much for him to take in that the thoughtlessly effortless and wholly necessary function of being -- breath -- felt like it were suddenly a world away, entirely out of reach.

Like you. Though separated by several dimensions, realms and perceptions, in that moment Jongin had wanted nothing more than to whisk you up into his own arms and cradle you gently to his chest, rock you back and forth until the confusion and unrivalled chaos of coming into existence settled.

He'd heard numerous tales of the intensity of the moment, every Guardian Angel had. Of the honor of being assigned one's very own human to watch over, protect and guide to the best of their ability. But nothing could have prepared him for the sheer gush of love and amazement he'd felt as it truly dawned on him, that finally, after all the years of preparation and intensive training, he had you.

As much as he'd assisted and offered humanity a helping hand in guidance over the course of his own existence, he was finally taking his very first step into fulfilling the sole purpose he had as a Guardian Angel.

True as it were that he didn't know all there was to know about you and had, still, a long journey ahead with you, it was as if the previous woes of separation that had been dragging him into a deep pit of anxiety and despair whenever he'd overhear a fellow Guardian Angel gush about their Human -- as if the awful, nagging question of when hadn't already been creeping into his own thoughts during the nondescript, menial tasks of his day as it were -- when would he be allocated his own human to watch over, when would he be allowed onto the most defining chapter and journey of his existence, all but washed away.

The timing must've been divine, because it led him to being assigned you.

 And truly, even though he had much to learn about you, much to learn through you, still, he already knew he wouldn't exchange you for the world.

With the intensity of the feeling coming onto him this strongly, already, the joy and pride burning through him, singeing itself into his very bones, he wondered if this first encounter with you would be the peak emotionality of the experience, if from this moment forward, his emotions would settle into a feeling much more contained, calm, like the lapping waves of the deepest, wisest ocean against its much cherished shorelines; perhaps in a manner of knowing similar to the way his wings would flutter against his shoulder blades with such natural ease, the internal process having ingrained itself into his very essence after a lifetime of being directed on how to do so by Jongin himself.  

Until the next day hit. Then the next month. And endlessly he'd find himself bathing in a feeling of such pride, of the most gentle affection and adoration, an unfathomable joy every time you so much as blinked, or made a movement that showcased your awareness of your existence to your parents -- who, as he'd observed -- were quite the turbulent pair within the vicinity of each other, which all but seemed to dissolve when their eyes fell onto you, the apple of their eyes, the highlight of their day.

He was a sobbing mess when you said your first word, when you took your first step. He'd never had the best control over his emotions, which was something his fellow angels would chuckle at and tease him about from time to time, telling him he'd been cut from a much more sensitive end of the cloth than they had, but he surely hadn't cried as much in all his years as he did the first few years of your life. ...And this was only from the joys of the experience.

He daren't even contemplate the fabled sadness that humanity had also been blessed, or perhaps cursed with. Time was vastly different for the two of you, the distance between your realms wasn't quantifiable in human terms and an absolute impossibility for you to breach on your end, one with a catch on his own. Though he could visit you, he'd never be able to be visible to you, unless you well and truly believed in him and could sense his presence. Guardian Angels were told to not get their expectations and hopes up about that because humans mostly called upon their Guardian Angels in times of desperation and grief.

In the vast majority of cases it was a feeble and half-hearted call at that, and as humanity had never been taught that there exist definite connections such as this -- that of a human and their Guardian Angel -- they never viewed it as a possibility for themselves, besides being a last resort in reference of what they believed to be a religious fable or fairy tale that evidently had no true basis in reality.

Guardian Angels were fiercely warned about the repercussions of causing such stress in humans, just so they could interact face to face with their human or humans in general, and it could result in them losing both their connection to their human and their status as a Guardian Angel.

Jongin was coming to you from a place of utmost care, protection and devotion, he felt, so he would never do anything to place you in harms way, jeopardize your bond, nor did he ever want to see you sad. He'd been told to prepare himself for it, because the human sphere of emotion was truly volatile at the best of times and the vast majority of humans would go on to face many ups and downs during their time on the earthly plane, but even so, he knew he would find ways to comfort you from afar and lend a helping hand in any form he, as your Guardian Angel, had been allocated and allowed.

 The earliest months of your youth passed smoothly and to Jongin, you were a blissful assignment, so full of joy and wonderment about the world around you, that the thoughts of any sad times you may have been on the path to encounter slipped to the very backs of his mind.

Until that changed in one swift moment at eight months old, as your mother stormed into your room in a haphazard disarray, mascara lining her cheeks, screaming obscenities at your father in the living room, as she pulled you from your crib, disturbing you into a startled cry in an instant, and marched back to face your father head on. Knowing all he could do to protect you in this moment in time was to wrap you in a sheen of protective, healing light and energy, Jongin watched with bated breath as your own cries eventually lessened, however, he had no way of telling you how your world was about to change, and neither did your parents, you were in no way able to understand the severity of the situation. Frankly, neither was Jongin.

It was a bitingly cold, bitter blue morning when your mother pulled up at the airport, and an even colder night, clouds heavy with rain, when you arrived in Paris, completely unaware this journey had been a one-way trip, for the both of you. Your mother had met someone months prior, a Parisian man of much renown, and before they even realized what was hitting them, sparks flew, and in their lovestruck daze, your mother accepted this man's advances behind your father's back, delighting in the excitement he brought to her difficult circumstances, her failing marriage.

Through his rage and hatred, which Jongin felt viscerally and had to carefully view as to not singe himself, your father demanded you be left with him if your mother preferred to ‘gallivant around Paris with her new lover’, mouth poisoned with the most vicious of insults, telling her she'd destroyed the sanctity of marriage. To which she replied, bitterly, "wherever had it ever been, with you?".  Neither cried, as behind the rage and resentment, they felt a wave of relief and ease wash over them, realizing they had freed themselves from the shackles of unhappiness they were currently causing themselves, even if the method of doing so held the many immoral tenets it did.

But you were a different topic to them, entirely. A bitter, relentless battle. They would go on to spend years vying for sole custody of you, years vying to tie you solely to either Korea or France, your father losing sleep over it, nearly falling into debt because of it. Though you'd flitted between both countries like a homeless butterfly during this, the court eventually ruled in your mother's favor, perhaps because of her lover's influence and seemingly ever increasing bank balance, but that didn't mean you never got to see your biological father again. Some summer and winter breaks were spent in Korea. There was also this fascinating invention called a smartphone that allowed you two to videocall as often as you could.

Eventually, your father moved on, as well, with a kind-hearted, gentle lady who would treat you with nothing but respect, though still wearied of overstepping any boundaries. Unlike on your mother's end, no half-siblings were added into the equation through your father's newfound love.  

Settling in took a bit of getting used to, at first. You worked hard at your French, practising most often through your stepfather; a lean, well put together man, who offered you day trips and homemade bread dipped in the finest of olive oils, and would eventually go on to buy you a grand piano, which had been your first love, prior to meeting your soul mate in the violin.

He was insanely musically inclined himself, and picked up on your talents early, something you feel eternally grateful for. And as initially awkward as the relationship had been, you began to find a solace in your stepfather, in his ability to stop arguments before they stewed and simmered and boiled over into something much greater than they were destined. He treated you as equally he did the children he'd go on to parent with your mother, considering you one of them. That wasn't as easy for you, considering you loved your biological father as much as you loved your mother, and you would only get to see him a few times a year in person, but eventually you grew fond of having two fathers, so to speak. It was especially fun having siblings, and not being the only child, any longer.

The first seed of confusion was planted within you, when your mother crouched beside your bed on the evening of a stormy Thursday night in June, sobbing, as she proceeded to tell you just how much she wished she had've met your stepfather first. You pretended to be asleep, your back towards her. She didn't see how your brows furrowed softly, as she'd then go on to tell you how you were her only saving grace but the shame ate her within, how your grandmother wanted nothing to do with her after the divorce. The fact she had children with two men. But she made it clear that night that if she had the choice between the two, your father and your stepfather, she'd have chosen your stepfather. It confused you because where would that place you on this spectrum? She didn't specify besides letting you know she loved you and she'd never regret you. But if she could, would she want you to be borne to your stepfather too? You tried not to think too hard about it. Tried not to wonder if your father felt the same, but with his new partner.

The reason behind your first time crying yourself to sleep was because of school. The even more confusing, terrifying realization that now, in this entirely new country, nobody looked like you, nobody sounded like you, nobody ate the same foods you did, a situation you initially thought was a point of celebration, how within you existed a vast piece of knowing of another part of the world, the unification of cultures and experiences, but not everyone seemed to agree with that. And though you did as much as you could to avoid these people's harsh, pointed gazes, it seemed like they'd find a new difference to point out everyday, until you hid the depth of your heritage behind their own, and didn't bring it up in conversation unless it was brought up first, which tore into your spirit and cracked your heart greatly.

Be it only a select few who acted this way with you, Jongin would still watch on everyday, painstakingly wishing he could just intervene, show you that you didn't have to take this treatment from anyone, ever. He knew some experiences and findings were your own to discover, but that didn't stop him from intervening as slyly and delicately as he could, such as blowing the main perpetrator's completed homework sheet out of his binder and ensuring it fell far away and that it happened gently enough to not alert him. He saw your own eyes flit to it for a second, and usually you'd react, likely hand it back to the person regardless of how they'd been treating you, but this time you blinked, a moment's movement, and decided not to.

Which was good enough for Jongin.  Minor instances like this would persist any time the main perpetrator acted up and though he would still sneer at you from time to time, his acts of violence stopped flat when the mother of a fellow student told his mother about the way her son had been terrorizing his classes, how he'd been terrorizing fellow students, her own child included. Seemingly, his mother's grounding of him paired with her taking away his prized possessions and making him write a hand written apology to each and every student he'd tormented as well as having to read it in front of the class to them, seemed to do the trick.

You'd long since lost interest in any of that, however, having found yourself in the music room in your spare time, drinking up each and every note, learning everything you could.  By this point, your French had improved to the point you were finally contemplating calling yourself bilingual, but music was a language within itself, and you were starting to realize your fluency in it came before any spoken tongue, as much love as you had for both Korean and French at this stage. Music... felt freeing. Like an adventure and home all in one. A safe sanctuary and a push outside of your comfort zone all the same.

Jongin watched every moment, every fear, frustration, woe and setback on your path to becoming the renowned and famed violinist you now are, experiencing all these emotions alongside you, crying with you, worrying with you. He watched every triumph, celebration and gleeful cause of enjoyment also, celebrating alongside you, even though you couldn't see him. Sometimes he felt sure you could at least feel him.

And how proud of you he was. How proud of you he'd always be.

   Jongin's fingers thread through his hair as he lets out one, long exhale. The outward breath releasing all the stresses of his day, however minor they may have been in the grand scheme of things. He straightens his posture as he gently rolls up his daily task scroll, watching the enchanted piece of parchment glisten as he does so, the neat, cursive lettering slowly disappearing within itself as he ties a bow over it and brushes it off to his side. His days are jam-packed from the moment he awakens from his 'rest', though not at all necessary for his kind, it certainly helps to quicken any necessary healing process, prevent fatigue and reinforce routine.

Today had been a much lighter workload than usual, and he wonders if he's been allocated some semblance of free time to simply enjoy this defining moment of your life. Your first broadcasted concert, nationwide. In a venue you'd thought you'd only ever dream of performing in.

Strangely, despite how huge today is for you, he feels peaceful, oddly serene. You'll do well, he feels so within every fibre of his being.

Truthfully, as much as he'd convinced himself he'd been prepared for this, for everything it would entail to take on his duty as a Guardian Angel, he had, for a long time, dismayed of this -- of watching over someone who would never know of him or his existence, never feel his presence, never engage in conversation with him, but over the years, the feeling simply simmered into something else, shifted into a much gentler, warmer understanding, unconditional in its marker.

As much as he would still love to be able to openly converse with you, give you a warm helping -- corporeal -- hand whenever you needed it and remind you that within you existed all you needed to achieve all you had ever wanted, the truth was, you didn't have to know him, openly call to him and rely on him for your bond to legitimately feel as real, corporeal, precious and necessary as it was.

Sure, the bittersweet element would always exist, but everyday, his heart swells with joy and pride from simply knowing you, from having been entrusted with the honor of being your Guardian Angel. He hears of it often, hears fellow Guardian Angels sing the praises of their humans from the highest corners of the heavens, witnesses the jovial steps a Guardian Angel will take when they've finished their daily contact with their human, hears it in lulling wisp of their words, however soft, it's hard to miss the protective layer these words will be wrapped in; the innate knowledge that if a Guardian Angel had a life to give, there lay no doubt that they would give it to ensure the safety of their human in a mere heartbeat.

Truly, through all of this, Jongin feels he's lucked out with you.

 Jongin leaves his work desk and decides to dress for the day ahead, slipping into a sheer, glittering pink ensemble, a lot freer than his usual attire, though still as outwardly ethereal. By the time he's ready, considering the intricacy of angelic clothing, with all of its buttons and laces, you will be thirty minutes away from pulling up at your destination. Though extensively separated, the nerves and excitement bubbling within you are also washing off on him, though he feels that the excitement outweighs the nervousness in this case. You'll do so well, he knows it. Today will be unlike any other, it will be a night to remember. The day, the evening, the night everything you've worked so hard for becomes yours.  

He'll watch every second of it, he's vowed to. But just as he's about to finish buttoning his much too intricate shirt, a flash of light catches his attention, which makes him look away for a split second. Thinking nothing of it, he turns back to his table, glancing down at his most frequented corner of the only world he's ever known.  

Before a silence washes over the room. Though everything looks as it should, there's been a stark change in the atmosphere. There's nothing to be heard, except for the even sound of his breath, nothing to feel but the suddenly deafening thunder of his own heartbeat. When it hits him hard and all at once how unusual this silence is, he only just picks up on how dark his surroundings are becoming, how they're beginning to blur into each other like they were never separated to begin with, before it all fades to black.

"What--?" He starts, upon reawakening, before a harrowing realization hits. This wasn't normal.

"No," Jongin chokes out. "No, no, no. That can't be." But he can't hear you, can't sense you and certainly can't see you right now. It's a mere ten minutes until your performance if his calculations are correct, and yet here he is, still not ready, presently having no idea what it is that is happening in his realm. Power outages were extremely infrequent, infrequent enough that a guardian angel could be taken aback by the unusualness of them, but why now? Why today, on the most important, defining moment of your life?

Jongin's thoughts are running wild, a frenzied energy overwhelms him as he contemplates what's happening. Why can't he move? Why is this ever deepening darkness swallowing him whole, why is the world he knows blurring within itself and most importantly... where are you?

Finally, realization hits.

In a wave that threatens to engulf the entirety of his being whole. The entirety of heaven's being, he feels.

He hears the sound before he truly understands what is happening, hears the glass shattering like it's right there in front of him digging into his own features and clawing away at his own flesh, hears the cheers of the fans you've accumulated over the years silencing, before they become shrill gasps and pained cries and screams, hears the sound of hundreds if not thousands of cameras clicking before they also fizzle out into the stark understanding and realization that something isn't right.

...Then it's chaos.

The sound of you being rushed to the hospital, of your mother's, stepfather and half-siblings' sobs and screams. Doctors and nurses pleading with them, telling them that they'd do all they could, just to, please, please let them work.

"A drunk driver," the nurse eventually whispers, though Jongin swore he hadn't missed a moment, the nurse's words are what break through the debilitating wave of agony that's drowned him, seemingly muted everything around him. Though her tone is stable, trained, she knows of you, she knew what day this was for you, it's a blatantly harrowing statement for her to make, but that knowledge doesn't comfort Jongin. "I'm sorry."

 No one. No one, between land nor sea, no one was expecting this. And especially not Jongin. The room of imprisonment is in a disarray, his arms are thick, wet with the blood he's somehow managed to etch and tear out of his supposedly unbreakable vessel in the hopes of identifying and locating the exit of this blatant room of imprisonment he's been forced into. And it'll continue; he'll force and tear his way out of any forceful holding that his higher ups try and keep him in if it continues to mean no news of what's happening with and to you, where, how and what will come next of it.

Caring little that his arms are lined with self inflicted etchings, dismissing a pain that begins to seep its way through him that he can't remember feeling for at least several millennia, knowing it can't even begin to compare to what you just went through. How you didn't even arrive to the biggest show of your life, the turning point of your career, the day that defined the rest of your life -- your entire future.

Gone, in an instant. Head on in a collision no one saw coming. Not even your Guardian Angel, who prided himself on his knowing of all things you.

He catches his frazzled reflection in the long, windy mirror in front of him and screams, a fraction of a second passing before the mirror itself shatters into a thousand pieces before him. He contemplates picking up one of the shards and carving his way out of the room of holding, but before he even has chance the glass morphs and moulds into a fine, sand-like substance, disappearing in between the space of his toes.

Finally, comes a knock. Minutes, hours, days, had they passed? He doesn't know. The silence outside of his inner and outer turmoil has persisted, his thundering heartbeat and deafening sobs serving as the only indicator of the time between.

"Jongin?"

"Leave me," he chokes. Simply sitting. Blatantly the room of holding had different laws than both heaven and earth, it seemed to be a room of his own making, a room he could change the dimensions of just by the depth of his feeling, his agony. So something as simple as sitting should be fine, should it not?

Not that he'd cared if the ground swallowed him whole either, at the present moment in time. Maybe any moment from here on out.

When he can taper into the connection you share -- fuzzy, muted and agonizing as it currently is, he watches the world mourn, but he feels it pales in comparison to his own grief, the unfamiliar feeling of sentience, self hatred, anger. An anger that burrows deep and cements itself inside him, demands to be felt. He screams, cries and kicks for all his might, but it won't change what happened to you. It won't allow him to live the day over and do everything in and outside of his power to bring you back. Here he was, as your Guardian Angel, and yet even he couldn't protect you, stop this atrocious crash from taking place?

The room shifts again, but Jongin doesn't bother to take any note of its changes until lights are pushing through his self inflicted darkness and blinding him. He curls into a ball, but refuses to close his eyes, not caring about the damage these lights may cause him, preferring the blindness to be his, if it comes to that, than yours. If there were a way to exchange his eyes for yours, his internal processes for your own, his own beating heart for yours, there wouldn't even be a question.

You'd be here right now. Alive.

What would heaven expect of him now? How dare they?

 Moments, hours, days, it's one of the three, he knows that much, but he's done with pretending he cares to differentiate right now or ever again. There's a creasing, crinkling sound, akin to the sound of movement, albeit angelic.

The being places itself beside Jongin, who refuses to look up, caring not about the consequences right now. If ever again. What did any of it mean, anymore? What did any of it matter, without you, his sole purpose for existing, the one being above all else he had to keep safe and protect... gone in a instant. How could anyone look him in the eye again, if he were so useless as to not be able to predict this when he had the encyclopedia of all things you tucked away in his shirt's pocket, embedded into his own, horribly, selfishly beating heart.

Yours wouldn't beat again, would it?

Finally, after what must feel like an eternity to the being, but can't possibly compete with the eternity of agony Jongin's going through, he forces his head upwards meeting eyes with a messenger-in-training, a small, fluttery being, clad in blue-white robes. Their expression indiscernible, yet seemingly prepared for an outburst.

He hoped they wouldn't get one and he'd apologize in advance, but he had no notebook of heavenly principles and elements to follow in a situation like this, no guidebook on how to react when his sole reason for being had been taken from him with no warning.  

Instead, a millennia's knowledge on how to be a good soldier, how to have emotion but not too much, an innate agonizing realization of how he'll more than likely be expected to report back to his desk and record everything after the period of grief heaven's so 'graciously' granting him ends. Somehow be expected to continue existing without you.

How?

"It was not just her," the messenger-in-training cuts straight to the point, their body language telling him they're not here for a fight, and are genuinely hoping not to have to go on the defensive, and simply here to deliver the message. "That is why you could not interfere."

And blatantly why he'd been so at ease, having had his senses numbed so he couldn't pick up on any change in the atmosphere, sense this collision prior to it taking place.

Jongin says nothing. Jongin doesn't move. He's not sure where he is or even how this place exists, but suspended space or not, he's managed to convince himself it's a room, that there's a floor, objects, glaring overhead lights, that currently he's sitting, and the patch of ground his eyes are honed in on is truly, somehow there. The mirror's gone, but that had been there, too. So had you, once.

"Understandably you wish for me to leave you be, but--" The messenger-in-training won't meet Jongin's gaze directly. "I must inform you."

Five minutes pass. Jongin says nothing.  

"Will you speak?" The messenger-in-training asks. "Is there anything you wish to ask?"

It's at this moment the messenger-in-training notices the trail of blood that surrounds their own higher up, which results in a wince. They say nothing, but the miniscule moment doesn't go amiss to Jongin. How he wished for the messenger's naivety at this moment, their lack of understanding of a bond like this. Just bright hope for their future journey and development. Their eternity. Turn back, the grief within him wants to scream. Ask for another journey, another placement within heaven. This is your future.

But he can't. He can't because he knows that he'd exchange everything if it meant having you to watch over, again. How could he knock this naive present day messenger away from the most defining aspect of their existence, the one thing a Guardian Angel desires and hopes for above all else? Even if this present moment in time feels like a slow, torturous death of the most unspeakable kind, still, nothing in heaven compares to the bond you share, nothing in heaven can compete. Nothing in heaven could ever hope to compete. Perhaps that's why he stays silent.

"...And what happens now?"

"I though you would never ask." The messenger-in-training smiles here, a smile Jongin can't even begin to comprehend. His fellow Guardian Angels used to say he never stopped. Smiling, that is. Now he wonders if he'll ever smile again. "It is the most unusual happening, sire. Y/N..."

Jongin winces at the use of your name. Deeper than the messenger-in-training had prior. He wills himself not to fall apart, crumble into sand like the mirror had with him, however long ago that had been.

As if nothing is wrong, the messenger-in-training continues, "she will arrive in a day or two. Here, in heaven. Human time, of course."

As if the messenger is playing a cruel joke, Jongin stay quiet. He locks eyes with the messenger, the pain swirling in them so visceral, the messenger has to look away to compose them self.  

"Here?" He finally chokes out.

"Here," they confirm. "To be trained under you. Your journey is not over. Not that any of us expected it to be."

The pained cry that threatens to swallow the room whole results in confusion on the expression of the messenger-in-training but they daren't press Jongin on the matter. So much so that when he requests, possibly in the smallest voice he's capable of mustering, "leave me," the request is met.

"But before I leave, you must be back in your quarters before she arrives, you are aware of that?"

 Waves crash against a bleached white shore, the air cool against Jongin's skin, an unruly lock of his hair slapping against his forehead with every other gust of wind that comes his way, but he stay still as a rock, posture straighter than ever. Waiting.

Some angelic beings chose differently than Jongin. Some chose not to guide humanity, some chose to watch over earth itself, some chose to upkeep the heavens. It has been said that some heavenly souls chose to incarnate as human themselves, to then come back once their time was up on the earthly plane.

Surely, two of those three paths had their ups and downs also, but if Jongin's sure of anything, he's sure they're not expected to hold up and keep face in the position he currently is. He's sure they're not expected to stand strong and tidy when their whole world has been taken from them, the very ground they're used to standing on, pulled from underneath them. He hasn't measured the days... in days. Hasn't looked at a clock since, hasn't taken note of the changes in the daylight, the night sky.

Maybe you'll be the only one to understand what he's currently feeling, in the instance this was what you chose.  But he knows within himself, even if he can't confide in anyone else about it, that you didn't choose this. And if you didn't choose this, Jongin finds no other alternative explanation than to blame himself for what happened to you. Blame himself for not being able to foresee what was about to take place when once again he'd been nothing but the encyclopedia of all things you, since you came into your earthly existence. Sees no other alternative for not being able to save you in time, even if it entailed losing everything he had forged for himself, even if it meant losing everything heaven had given him.

At this point, you'll arrive when you arrive and he'll try his utmost to act like heaven expects of him. Deliver your training, pretend like any of this was justified.

When it wasn't.

Isn't.

Never will be.

 Some time has evidently passed. A rustle of leaves is heard in the previously deafening silence. Jongin's wide, white feathered wings flap once, an instinctual movement, one he has no control over. His breath is sharp, shallow, as he holds the blade he and every other Guardian Angel is in possession of to his chest. These weapons were mostly precautionary, in case of intruders of heaven, something heaven and its inhabitants hadn't need worry about in at least several millennia, but wars had existed in the past, and the inhabitants needed to be trained in case of one ever breaking out again, or in the extremely rare case of an intrusion into heaven's walls. These days, these weapons were mostly for decoration. Jongin's had never been used.  

Right now, he has one purpose. Collect his underlings and guide them to their rooms, help them settle as much as he's been allocated to. Answer any of their questions as he does so, do everything he can to make this journey easier for his underlings, for the newer, younger angels in training. This time, a gnawing, visceral pain cuts through him, splintering him within. Even though he now knows beyond a doubt that your eternity was promised, the guilt still bubbles within, cuts into every joint, every blood cell. If illness could materialize in heaven like it can on earth, he's sure he'd be the very definition of decay, this moment in time.

He knows not if it's a blessing or a curse that it can't. At least this time. As he takes one step closer, he's not sure what he's expecting, how many underlings he'd been expecting, but in some sick twist of fate, it's you, alone. You don't look like you've just had your life taken from you in a metal death contraption, at least not physically. You're not bloodied, broken or bruised like you once had been. You're not strapped to a million and one wires that are doing overtime to ensure you're allocated one more year... month, week, hour, minute of life. The light in your eyes hasn't been drained and torn from you, like it was that fateful day.

He knows he wouldn't be able to keep his composure if any of that were to be presented before him, but is this worse? That it's now being painted like a rebirth, or even worse, like a surprise ending to a chapter of a book that abruptly ended. Like a beautiful eternity you've somehow unlocked from a premature death, a violent, bloody death. One no one saw coming.

As if that makes up for it. As if you could've ever contemplated such brutality for yourself on the most important day of your life? Like you would've ever chose that. Jongin knows you wouldn't. You know you wouldn't.

All for an eternity you didn't ask for, in a realm you'd re-enter with no memory of. A foreign, alien land so unlike that of the earth you'd known. It didn't sound like a good deal to Jongin.

Didn't feel like one when he had to watch you cry, scream and try your hardest to claw your way out of this seemingly new body and realm you'd found yourself in.

"I don't want this," you say. And he's speechless. All he can do is look at you, feel the crease between his eyebrows, feel the heart beating in his chest that's already been shattered into pieces innumerable, shatter all over again.

You're on your knees now, the sand around you caring not where it ends up. On your clothing, mixed into your hair, your eyelashes, wet with tears unending. If your emotion would materialize on your being at this very moment, you'd look like you did after the crash had taken place.

Jongin wants to fall to his knees too.

"Let me go back," you sob, and though you're a far distance away, you reach out your hand but he's not even sure if it's to him, or even if you've noticed him properly, it's like in this present state you're reaching out to anyone who'd listen. Who could grant you your desire.

Maybe instinctively you know Jongin can't.

He takes a deep breath as he edges closer, ever so gently taking hold of your arm, but it's still like you don't feel it. You're limp when he picks you up, guiding you onto your feet. Again, just like that god-awful day, your eyes have no light, your body has no fight. It comes on suddenly, so suddenly and it takes everything in him to not fall to his own knees and beg for your forgiveness, regardless of what anyone could or would say in protest.

This clearly had to have been his fault. He wanted to know you, too much. Wanted to converse with you, too much. Maybe he'd slyly intervened just a little too much? Who knew, but the reasons within his mind seemed numerous. He wouldn't accept that you would've chosen this.

"This too, will pass," he feels like a hypocrite to his own ears. Would it? Really? And maybe the words sound distant, floaty and stable to your own ears, but he hears the thickness of his words, tastes the way he chokes them out. He's not poised right now, even if he seems so to an untrained eye. If this were training, he'd have already failed. And he's thankful you're not coherent, because he'd give anything to cry the tears for you, than have to sob alongside you, for the life you've had cut short from you. The world you've been torn away from.

 Counting the days comes a little easier now you're in front of him, existing in the same realm as him. But every hour stings still, every minute, even. Three long weeks take place, three weeks that you spend the most of in agony, he, the same, though he knows you can't tell. Before you arrived, he couldn't hide any of it, but now you're here, he feels that he must. He refuses to make your transition harder, refuses to make this any more harrowing and painful for you. You need some sense of stability. He has to try his hardest to be that for you.

Until you finally meet eyes with him, eyes dry of tears you thought you'd never run out of, an emptiness residing there instead. His own demeanor falters. Hope had always been something so tenderly threaded within your being, even at the worst of times, that it felt so agonizingly out of place to see it depleted, entering into a realm of hopelessness.

Maybe you don't notice how he gulps the lump down in his throat, the way he averts his gaze only slightly.  

"What am I even supposed to do here?"

He explains everything. The seemingly endless possibilities. How you'll train and study and help upkeep the heavens, keep watch. From A-Z, he explains it all, sounding like a trained salesperson to his own ears. It's almost humorous. Just how long had he been here, really? On the manual of all things heaven, Jongin knows he wouldn't miss a punctuation mark. None of that is your focus right now, though, and he can see the burning question swirl within your irises.  

"Do I get to go to earth?"

His lack of reply as he composes himself seems to be all the confirmation you need that... that's not currently on the cards and may never be again. His eyes follow your movements helplessly as you kick the ground beneath you, your eyes once again welling with tears, falling onto your knees, hands balled into fists, before they fan flat, your nail almost chipping from the pressure you're exerting as you dig it into the ground below you, as if you can claw your way back.

He understands.

 Training is going as planned, as are the lessons. Whilst your spirit isn't in it, not even slightly, it's no lie that you grasp concepts well and excel in ways he once had, during his own days of training. It's almost a case of rinse, rest, repeat as you fall into this routine. Wake up, study extensively, rest, repeat. The light in your eyes still isn't back, and Jongin's trying to come to terms with the possibility that it might never be there again. But you're excelling, grasping everything the way you're expected to. Though he knows the hours that aren't allocated to studying, they're filled with your despair, endless tears you swore you'd seen the last of, the day before, the day before that. But now you hide them from your peers and Jongin feels that's even worse.

Even more difficult.

He doesn't expect that of you, but he feels he has no way of telling you so.   

Today's lesson ends a little differently, however. You approach him, determination lining your features. "Teacher," you start, and he nods to encourage you, let you know he's listening, though his eyes don't fully meet your own, they stay trained to the piece of paper he's writing on. "Is there a... way to go back?"

He stills, glancing up at you, breath slightly hitching.

"To earth, I mean."

"I know what you mean," Jongin says gently. He's not sure how guarded his own expression is because he watches some semblance of understanding flitter behind your eyes. Jongin shakes his head and moves to get up from the desk he's sitting at. Now you know he has more insight on the topic, this is not something you're just going to drop, not with your inquisitive, determined nature. 

"Please," you then plead, catching up to his long strides as you reach out to stop him from leaving the room. "Can we at least just discuss this? Even if briefly?"  

Sitting you back down, you're not expecting the extensive reply you receive. How Jongin covers every basis. From every angle. The possible impossibility, the warnings if it were possible, the consequences, so far, so forth. None of his words are judgemental, you can't actually pinpoint the emotion behind them, if there is an emotion behind them. It's all just factual, as theoretically factual as it can be, considering no one in heaven has ever pulled this off, nor ever attempted to. You listen, intently. Trying not to zone out here and there, which you find yourself doing a lot of, since arriving in heaven. The frequency of heaven is so different than what you remember of earth, as faint as that's starting to feel.

This was a much rawer, confusing process than people made it out to be in the movies. There was no beautiful transition, no peaceful acceptance. Just agony, a lot of it. And even more confusion.

If you hadn't had your teacher Jongin with you, you know you'd be having an even worse time. So you're thankful for that, at least. But you know any which way, if there's a way to return to earth, you're going to find it. And attempt it. You just hope Jongin isn't given the blame for your own actions, if that fateful day ever does arrive, knowledge-giver or not.

His eyes haven't left your features since he started explaining, as if gauging your reaction. "If you did find a way to return to earth, though we have no idea what the consequences of that action would be for earth, time, your human life and your existence itself, I can guarantee that it wouldn't go unnoticed by heaven."

Somehow you already knew that to be the case. You nod and thank him for all he's told you today, excusing yourself as you make your way to the door to exit the room. But just as you're doing so, you murmur, mostly to yourself, the sadness in your voice penetrating your own eardrums, "I still had so much left to do."

"I know."

"I had so many more plans," you find yourself continuing, forlornly. It's been so difficult to get these words out, to voice how unfair all of this actually feels. If you're sure of anything, you're sure you intended to tough out the human mission. Live as long as you could naturally. That had there been the option to opt out of 'accidental deaths', you'd have done so. You have no way of retracing your steps, but if pre-human you had've agreed to that, you'd love to have a word with them, ask them what the - and pardon your usage of this term - hell was wrong with them...

...What was wrong with you.

Do the angelic beings just sit conceptualizing lives they could live if given the option like these very lives are an endless array of video games options, or an episode of some ongoing sitcom show? Signing up for horrific ends of lives just like that, as if they won't be the ones feeling that very death take place, with none of their prior memories in tact? Just what kind of meta-masochism is that? God, the questions you actually had, they were unending. You didn’t even know where to begin with verbalizing them all.

"I know," Jongin repeats, quieter. By this point he's caught up with you, and passes by gently. "E-excuse me," he says, as he reaches for the door handle.

But you stay still, eyebrows furrowed.

You'd been reading this wrong, hadn't you? Your prior encounters and conversations with your teacher seem to flit by in chronological order in your mind, highlighting all the things you seemed to miss, in the emotional sphere of things. No, none of it was lack of emotion. All of it was emotion, so much emotion, that it became that seeming lack of emotion. Like an emotional shutdown, a timed and practised one. Only here, in this proximity, do you notice it falter.

"Jongin?" You start. "...Teacher?"

His next breath is shaky, it falters. You don't even need words here, he's on your wavelength, he seemingly already knows what it is you're about to get at. "We have bonds too," the words don't exactly falter, but the way he fumbles with clasping and unclasping own hands as if he's trying to calm himself down, tell you his true emotional state. "You... remind me of someone, that's all."

You look at his dark brown hair, notice how he won't meet your gaze, how he swallows as if this will convince himself of the words he's saying. 

"I think recognise you from somewhere," you push.

His exhale eludes him. His entire being seems to wash with dread, and somehow you know you've hit the nail on the head. "Maybe the artwork," he offers. The artwork of angels in the human realm, you suppose he's referencing here, however, short and sweet answers aren't like him, at least as you've come to know. And no, you haven't been here long, but when it feels like there's not a lot else to do, learning about others and trying to understand them apparently ranks high on your list of priorities.  

"No, I mean. ...I've seen you somewhere," you insist. "You, teacher Jongin. As you are. I don't mean an artwork I witnessed in my human life. I recognize you." Gently you reach over and place your hand atop his and watch as he winces and snatches his hand back. But not before you feel the chorus of: 'I caused this, I'm to blame for what happened to you. I caused this, I'm to blame for what happened to you. I caused this, I'm to blame for what happened to you. I caused this, I caused this, I caused this' emanating off his very being.

Startled is an understatement, as you wince, also flinching to the same severity Jongin just hand.

His wince follows. His sole desire to encounter his human face to face, to wish for it so strongly, surely that caused this in its entirety. Rather than offer any explanation, which you're half heartedly expecting at this point, Jongin flits out of the room, leaving you bewildered and in even more confusion than prior.

 Some days pass until your next encounter. You're swaying on a swing set located in the heavenly gardens, that seems like it overlooks earth and the cosmos itself, it's a fascinating sight, one you could stare at and try decode all day. You don't really have the time for that right now, your schedule is surprisingly packed and has been since you arrived here, but you do have a small amount of free time allocated during your days. Mostly you spend them exploring the mass that is heaven, the endless, ethereally beautiful mass. And today, you’re entirely taken by this.

Your eyes keep flitting a little to the left every time your swing reaches high up into the air, landing directly on an array of looking glasses, snow-like globes, that seem to contain the image of a different person's life, human after human, situation after situation, in real time, and you find yourself longing even harder to be back on the earthly plane, which surprises you, considering you're encountering a view like nothing you've ever seen before. Something so outside of the human scope of understanding, something so fascinating, that everything else on earth genuinely seems to pale in comparison.

Though what you're looking at is that, everything on earth. In real time. Seemingly every person that's ever been, is, or will be, reflected all at once, on their individual snow globes. Some are playing in the park with their dogs, others are trying their best not to flunk their upcoming exams, some are in the midst of a job interview they've lost sleep over, others are deep in meditation, but all, ultimately, even those that would argue within an inch of their life that they knew otherwise, are completely unaware of the sheer scope of transcendence and timelessness that exists outside the human lifespan. The human existence. All are equally unaware of just how deeply special and fascinating their little stretch of life and existence actually is. Most take for granted the beauty of the earth, too.

You're not trying to evade blame in any of those facets, because you were the exact same and now you'd do anything to return.

Oddly it's only when your eyes fall onto a young woman, much like you were, unzipping and picking up her violin do your hands shake and the enormity of emotion you're experiencing as you view all of this hit you, all at once.  

You hadn't known he was there initially, he has a very quiet way of appearing alongside any of the inhabitants of heaven, but as soon as you notice his presence, Jongin is no longer looking at you. Things had been a little uncomfortably quiet between you two since the conversation in the classroom, but Jongin was nothing if not the perfect teacher, mentor, guider... and angelic being. He didn't hold grudges towards anyone he encountered, didn't push anyone to explain them self or force anyone to talk about things they weren't ready for.

He certainly didn't outwardly showcase how shaken that conversation likely left him, truly, he treated you as normally as he could. Taught you as normally as he could. Guided you as normally as he could.

But it had cast a shadow of something over your dynamic that neither of you were reaching to iron out and discuss, at least not yet. Still, you find yourself discussing anything and everything around him. Asking questions you probably shouldn't be asking, yet still find yourself asking.

Usually he had the perfect answer. But you had a knack for choosing the instances he didn't.

"Did I ask for that?" You start, as he places himself beside you. "Would I have really asked for that?"

Jongin says nothing, this time, which you're half expecting. He knows the answer to all these questions, you feel, there's just something else he's not telling you. Sometimes that's intentional, some things are your own to figure out, you're well aware of that. But this seems like it is something he can't seem to tell you. And by answering these questions you randomly throw his way, sometimes, it appears like that in itself would be the key to the exact piece of knowledge he can't diverge.

"I see it over and over," you continue. Both of you know what you're referencing. The change, the transition, as heaven would like for you to call it. The awful experience with death is all you can remember it as. "Then I see sand, then I choke on the sand, then I'm here. And it's blindingly white before it's beautifully iridescent, lukewarm and sterile, but the sterility has not left nor shifted into its true beauty and at this point I'm wondering if it ever will."

Sterile's a good descriptor, Jongin thinks, as he listens to you intently. Beautiful, monotonous living, gift wrapped in a scope of color the human eye couldn't even process, let alone keep up with. Jongin, he's never known any different, but you have. Of course you'd want to go back. Especially when you both knew you had unfinished business.

No, not business. An unfinished life. A life curt short.

"They're a lot more free than here, huh?"

"In all the ways you could and could not imagine. But we don't hurt in the same way, we have knowledge of the infinite. Our pain can't create worlds in the same way and our love, I'd argue it can't be measured in the same scale, at least as I've observed." If it could, wouldn't you be safe right now? Securely sleeping in your cozy, warm bed after the most meaningful night of your life?

"I don't believe that."

"Well, I couldn't help," Jongin finally chokes out, "I mean--"

Something akin to understanding clicks in your expression and Jongin regrets his words. There were languages without sound, truly, weren't there? "Jongin--" You reach out to grab him, but he's already on his way.

"Have a rejuvenating rest," he says curtly. "It's a busy day tomorrow. "

 It's a day or two later, during your free time, as you travel down another unexplored corner of heaven, hoping to learn all you can about your new place of residence. You glance to the unending hall titled 'Music', and find yourself flitting towards it as fast as you can, eyes scanning and cascading down every section, barely withholding your gasp. For a minute, there's nowhere else, the individual souls you've known are but a second, passing thought as you drink in everything before you, the endless beauty of all things music. What it was, is and could be in every realm of possibility, in every realm of existence. Songs and scores that humanity hadn't even considered being possible, instruments that made the beauty of the violin - your most prized and beloved instrument - pale.  

Today marks your first true smile, on this strange, heavenly plane, your first day of true happiness and contentment. And from today, you're sure it won't be your last.

You tiptoe back to the heavenly gardens you find yourself viewing in an entirely new color. The heavenly gardens whose beauty you haven't given yourself chance to truly witness. It strikes you that today is the first day you've been anchored in the present moment, noticing the happenings around you, instead of existing in your own heavenly little bubble. There's a line of newly turned - slash - recruited angels a few footfalls away from you, congregating together as they take a class you don't really remember taking yourself but surely must have, and there in all his glory, stands your mentor, in his flowing pink robes, with his truly unmistakable aura.

As floaty as it is - and it is, every angelic being seems to be - his presence is unlike any of the other angels you've met, it's more stable, somehow less floaty in comparison.

Jongin pats the space beside him as he instructs the new angels to sit beside him. They do so happily, all smiles and grace... and peace. Something tells you none of them were traumatic deaths, so likely no murders or accidents. Likely terminal patients who'd long since accepted the end of their lives, already lived out the grief and denial stages. Were actually looking forward to what came next.

Not one inch of you relates, and maybe that's for the best. Because you wouldn't have wanted to face the severity of their struggles on the earthly plane, either. There was no game of comparisons, at the heart of it. Those that ended up in heaven, ended up in heaven. That was the one truth. Regardless of how that came to be.

You were here now, and so were they. You actually wanted the best for them, and hoped they settled in as easily as they could have done, and as happily. You hoped that contentment and happiness followed them for all of their days. 

"Guardian Angel, Jongin," is what breaks you out of your reverie, a statement that is intended as both an introduction and a greeting to the new angels.

But one that leaves you feeling cold, numb, and confused. Not mentor angel, Jongin or teacher angel, Jongin as he'd referred to himself with you on numerous occasions, but Guardian Angel, Jongin. For some reason the name rings loud and clear, it almost deafens you. A warmth floods through you, it's not necessarily anger, but it's not wholly understanding either.

 You’ve waited a few days to approach your 'mentor' slash 'teacher'. Cutting straight to the chase, though it seems he’s half expecting you. Maybe this should stop you in your tracks to assess the situation, but it doesn’t. "When were you going to tell me?"

The ice water is colder than he anticipated, and Jongin had spent every moment since you arrived anticipating this exact encounter. How could he have been so stupid as to instruct a class during your break, knowing you frequented the heavenly gardens so?

"...That you knew me all this time?" You don't miss a beat. "That you were my Guardian Angel?"

He glances the other way, but you're closing in on him. He half fears an altercation, but heaven had never seen the likes of that between its own inhabitants. Slim chance as it was, you did not look happy. His heart pangs in pain, but also in understanding. Had he prolonged your confusion and anguish during your transition by not letting you know his truest position in heaven? Suddenly, his grief and anger at himself hits him tenfold, and he wants to re-imprison himself in his room of holding. Things weren't bad enough already, were they? Now he'd only gone and added to your pain and suffering when he could've been helping you adjust and heal properly through the bond you naturally shared.  

He felt like the worst Guardian Angel that had ever existed. His next sentence seeming to only cement this fact in his own mind. "I slept through the car crash." He shakes his head.  "...Rather was positioned somewhere where I couldn't correct this, but that is the same as sleeping through it considering my connection to you, and how close I have been to you all of your life, considering how well I know you. What I am to you. There is no justification of that, there is no logical way of explaining it, there is no redemption for that, Y/N. I failed you. At present, do I even deserve the title Guardian Angel? I should've been stripped of my position the second this took place."

It’s as if this opens the floodgates of all that is yet to be said, explained, or experienced. You can feel the tears cascading down your cheeks, you can feel yourself edge closer to the beautiful, angelic being before you and you can feel yourself wrap yourself in his embrace and sob until there are no tears left, and knowing you can't get a coherent word out here, you listen as well as you can. To all he has to say. The pain, and slight anger you'd been feeling dissipating, though he feels his words should evoke the exact opposite reaction. The guilt and suffering within him feels like it could tear apart worlds, and yet he sees himself as being unworthy of his position. It's easier to pinpoint all the ways he assisted you and helped you during your earthly life, especially in his embrace, adding in all the ways he's helped you here in heaven, and yet he dismays of himself so much, when he's the shining example of what heaven wants their angels to be, and especially their Guardian Angels, that’s as much as you can gather, if any of your classes are to go by. 

"A foreboding sense like that can't be ignored, and there's no doubt that I would've fallen if it meant saving you, maybe someone knew that somewhere, and thus... I ended up in that room of imprisonment. You have every right to hate and despise me to your heart's content, but you think I wasn't mad too? At the feebleness of the human form, how easily that beautiful life can be taken away, like it never even existed in the first place? But that anger never settles on you, it is always directed at myself. I was chosen to guide you, to protect and defend you and I failed in the moment you needed me the most. I should've found my way out, I should've stopped that day's events taking place. You should be alive right now, and we should've met many, many, many years from now. I should've held onto patience, waited for you to come to heaven in your own time, yet I fear my unending desire to meet you face to face, to know you face to face, resulted in that day's events, somehow. Regardless of what anyone else can say on the contrary. I love you, Y/N, in all the ways a Guardian Angel should. I adore everything you are and everything that makes you, you. I have been so blessed to know you, to have been assigned to you. I have such endless love and pride for you and everyday it kills me in how much I failed my one true purpose, as a Guardian Angel. Truthfully I care not if I lose everything after today, but I haven't been doing nothing in the time since you arrived. I have been studying like crazy. Reading documents that even I am not allowed to chance upon. Or shouldn't. I may lose everything, and I know you won't remember any of this after a few weeks back on the ground but... at the end of your days, your natural days, I do hope we will meet again. And be face to face once more. Until then, it has been the loveliest thing in existence to know you, like this. The most prideful and honorable thing to be your Guardian Angel. Please remember me, somewhere within. And know I am always on your side. I am always with you. Though I know not will happen to me after today, for you, it's worth it. You will always be worth it."

"Guardian Angel Jongin...?"

"Our past few weeks have have barely counted down there, on earth. It’ll be hours, tops. Truthfully, regardless of what it takes from me, I will alter that day's events. Though I wanted to meet you face to face so, so, so much. I didn't mean like this. It shouldn't have happened like this. Not like this. Never like this."

Before you can blink, or even realize just how closed in you’re suddenly feeling, how the sense of your surroundings seems to have blurred since you entered this strange room you just, for some reason, seemed to assume was his classroom, but blatantly isn’t upon second glance, he places his hand atop yours as a shrill, ear splitting sound enters the room and elicits an even shriller gasp from you whilst a blinding off-white light envelopes you within and twirls and twirls, and keeps twirling, until all you knew of heaven and your Guardian Angel Jongin fades, and fades, and keeps fading...

 Awaking with a start, the familiar Parisian trees come into your line of vision. You glance around you and notice your manager, and driver bopping along as normal to the radio, as the car pulls up to your destination, exactly on time, as safely as ever. You blink once, then several times more, wondering where your head-splitting headache came from and why you suddenly feel so nauseous and out of place. "I had the strangest dream," you finally settle on, directing this towards your manager who's hardly paying any attention to you at this moment in time. Still, you continue, "I think I met my guardian angel."

Your manager guffaws, rolling his eyes. "Guardian angel? Y/N, there's no such thing!"

As you glance back at the trunk of the car, the droplets of light rain trickling down the window, you wipe the lone tear that also trickles down your cheek away. "Thank you," you whisper, not knowing if this will be your only chance to tell him that, if these memories are to leave you soon and though you swear you must've been back on earth barely two minutes, it already feels like they are leaving you. But you know in your heart, that you will meet him again, someday. Thank him, someday. For all he did for you, today.

For a moment, you see Guardian Angel Jongin's outline in the empty seat to the right of you, along with his faint, but unmistakable pink glow. You feel the warm, comforting energy you've felt around you so often, during good and bad days, and anything in between, and finally understand that this being really has been watching out for you as long as you can remember, that he has been with you through everything, and hopefully will continue to be, regardless of the possible severity of his last actions.  

Maybe it was nothing but a test for him, a screening for him to understand the worst possible scenario a human and their Guardian Angel can go through together, for him to truly cement and prove the fact that he truly was as devoted to you as his position expected him to be, and in doing so, you suppose he passed with flying colors, or he lost everything he was... but it was your life, and now you intend to live it. To the fullest you can.

For everything you've got left to do, to be.  

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Nini - Kai (Jongin)

A/N: A request from an anon about reader only ever calling him Nini. Hope you enjoy.

"Hey," you called out as you let yourself into your boyfriends apartment.

"Hi," he shouted back.

"What have you been up to today, Nini?" you asked as you sat down next to him on the sofa.

He shrugged. "Not much."

"Are you ok?" you asked, finding his short sentences and lack of affection unusual.

"Why do you never call me by my name?" he said, without making eye contact.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think I've heard you say 'Jongin' since we started dating, it's weird," he explained with a little pout forming on his lips.

"Oh," you said, unsure how to proceed. "It never occurred to me that it was odd. I like using Nini, it just feels softer and more affectionate. Plus, if I'm feeling extra affectionate or you are being extra cute, you're my Nini Gom. I never thought that would upset you."

"I just like how personal it is for you to use my name, especially when so many call me Kai, you can call me Jongin," he reasoned, moving to sit cross-legged on the sofa so he could face you better.

"It's not like I just call you 'babe' or 'sweetie' or something like that. 'Nini' is based on your name, it just rolls off the tongue better than 'Jonginnie'."

Jongin paused then, his head cocking to the side in thought, making him appear more like a puppy than a bear. "I hadn't thought of it like that," he admitted. "I mean, how it's still linked to my name."

"Yeah, so it is still intimate and personal, but it also feels cute and affectionate," you added.

"Thank you for explaining, I'm happy with it now," Jongin concluded.

"Thank you for telling me what was bothering you," you replied, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Love you, Nini," you muttered as you pulled away.

Jongin let out a small giggle at the nickname. "I love you, too."

NAVIGATION  |  EXO MASTERLIST  |  SUPERM MASTERLIST

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[iridescentxstars]

Hii Ayla! Wishing you a great week. ❤️ For the prompt game! "get out. you weren’t invited." with Jongin.

brother's best friend!jongin x fem!reader || "get out. you weren't invited." || angst/fluff || warnings: alcohol consumption || rated: mature || wc: 500~

[i need to figure out a new layout for this cos that’s ugly and cluttered now bear with me]

"Get out." Jongin throws the pillow at you as you enter the room, "you weren't invited." You scoff, rolling your eyes, grabbing the pillow and tossing it back at him. Jongin lets out a soft 'oof' when it hits him and curls his lip up at you as you sit down next to your brother and give him a big hug.

"Yes?" He chuckles, pausing the game he's playing with Jongin to return the hug and look at you suspiciously. "What do you want?"

Batting your eyes at him, you give him your best smile, "you know how you said that you'd drive us to the club tonight."

"...Yeah?"

"Do you think you could pick Serena up on the way?"

"Yah! He's not you and your friend's taxi!" Jongin butts in and you hiss at him, glaring and threatening to punch him before smiling at your brother.

Nodding, he agrees, "sure, why not?" You giggle, hugging him and telling him that he's the best while Jongin groans and leans back in the chair, pouting.

The boys come out of the room, looking half-decent since they are being dragged with you and your friends sober and you miss how Jongin looks at you. You're too busy singing and dancing on the way to the car to see the way his eyes look over your attire and take in the way your dress hugs your curves. You're too busy laughing in the backseat to see how he's chewing on the inside of his cheek and glancing over his shoulder.

You are far too busy trying to flirt with the bouncer to see the tension in his jaw.

"Stop," Jongin says after a while, hand over your glass to keep you from drinking. He's spent all night watching you flirt, dance, and kiss random men in your state and as 'annoying' as he says you are - seeing all of that sits wrong with him.

He doesn't like it. He tells himself it's because you're his best friend's little sister but he knows it's something else.

You try to throw his hand off, starting to hiccup as you speak, "y-you stop-stop!" He manages to take the glass away and grab your hand, going to get you some fresh air as you before you make a mess everywhere.

You barely remember him getting you to the car, you don't remember throwing up on his shoes or how Jongin rubbed your back and held your hair and you definitely don't remember confessing. "I like you," those three words leave your lips when your head is resting on his shoulder in the back seat of the car. "Stupid Jongin." You continue to grumble as you try to get closer to him.

"Tell me this tomorrow," Jongin whispers back, grinning because he always suspected it but now it's confirmed and you can't deny it since everyone heard it. "I'd rather hear it from you sober."

Oh, you'll never live this down. Nobody is going to let you live this down.

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[scented-morker]

For lynne <3 Number 3 with Huening Kai “I got these because I know they’re your favorite”

“Why did we trust Kai and Beomgyu to go get snacks?” You pout to Soobin, looking down at your watch.

They were supposed to just run to the convenience store down the street. But it’s now been almost an hour and you’re hungry.

The Netflix logo stares back at you on the tv, the time limit since you selected the movie far passed.

“We told Kai you were coming over and he and gyu started whispering, so I’m gonna blame it on you.”

You look at Yeonjun incredulously.

“Now why would he care that I was coming?”

Taehyun snorts a laugh from his spot on the couch, and Soobin and Yeonjun exchange disbelieving looks.

“Wait, you don’t know-”

At that moment the two boys finally arrive home, the sound of a key turning into the door cutting Yeonjun’s words off.

“Don’t what?” You ask.

“YN!!” Kai yells as soon as he sees you, running over to you, plastic bags slapping against your thighs when he doesn’t bother to put them down before wrapping his arms around you.

“Hi Kai,” you laugh, giving him a small squeeze. “What took you guys so long?”

His reaction to your pout is much better than Soobin’s was.

“Oh I’m sorry, you poor baby… we made another stop for snacks.”

You have no energy to say anything back, too busy trying to calm the heat traveling to your face and the small zoo in your stomach at the endearment in his words and his voice.

“It’s okay,” you mumble out, escaping to sit down on the couch while Kai goes to the table to finally step down and unpack the bags.

Taehyun smirks at you, very observant to your flustered reaction. You give him the middle finger, crossing your arms over your chest and settling into your seat.

Kai is the last person to sit down, plopping down and slinging one arm over your shoulders, the other clinging to what seems like ten snack packages.

The boys ignore the two of you as the movie starts, and you lean over Kai to look at what he’s got.

“What’d you get? Anything good?”

He smiles at you, showing you the various bags in his arm.

“We bought like fifty of these because they’re awesome, and then,” he smiles proudly, pulling out a snack that you know he hates. “I got these because I know they’re your favorite!”

You look at the smile on his face before looking into his eyes excitedly. “But you hate these! And basically nowhere has them!”

You rip the snack out of his hands, immediately opening it up and stuffing your face.

“Guess we just got lucky,” he shrugs, using the arm on your shoulders to pull you closer, turning his attention back to the tv.

But you don’t miss the sly wink Beomgyu sends to him, and when the movie ends Yeonjun whispers in your ear “took so long because they went across town for them.”

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[shinescape]

Encounter

Kai x Fem Reader

note: i've kept this story to myself for about 9 years i think and now I feel that it deserves to be shared although the writing might sound a bit childish but it's a treasure of mine. Enjoy the read!

The crisp sound of leaves under your boots made you aware of your surroundings. A basket in one hand and the other holding a broken tree branch in case a wild animal came approaching your way.

Grandmother had told you to get the most important ingredient for an apple pie. Of course you wouldn’t be searching for wheat flour in the middle of the woods. It was the red juicy fruit that she requested you to search for. 

You fastened your pace and went deeper in the grounds of tall trees. No sound of any small creatures or humans can be heard in the forest. It was still early in the evening but not as bright as midday.

You hummed to a melody that grandmother always used to make you sleep when you had trouble doing so. All of a sudden, a rumbling noise passed by your right which made you stop in track. “Who’s there?”  Your voice echoed through the trees. You  held in your breath, waiting for a response or any signs of danger.

Nothing happens the next minute so you continue on walking. Upon reaching the apple tree, you placed down the basket on a bed of dried leaves and wiped your slightly damp hand on the surface of your red hooded dress. The stick too fell off your hand easily. Despite having a small body, a large number of red apples did fall off from its branches after you harshly shook it. Well, a small body doesn’t mean it has no strength.

You picked all the fresh apples around happily, not caring about the surroundings at the moment. The weaved basket was already full but you still collected them at the other side of the tree. “This should be enough.” A small apple placed neatly in your right hand as a smile crept up your face.

You were about to walk back to the basket but a strong force suddenly pushed you hard against the tree. You flinched as your back started to ache from the impact. 

The moment you opened your eyes, a black robe was in sight. You assumed it to be black since there was no sunlight and the grey clouded sky started to appear. The castle was nowhere near this part of the woods so the guards wouldn’t be here unless…

“A maiden like you should not be wandering around this region. It’s not safe.”

You looked up from the ground as the stranger spoke in such a low tone. Only a pair of lips was seen as the stranger’s face had been covered by the attached hood of the worn out cloth. You just realised that your left hand felt empty, your only weapon happens to be missing.

“Looking for this?” The man waved the twig that you left behind after being too absorbed with the apples.  I’m doomed, was all you could think of at the moment. “I-I mean no harm sir. Would you please let me go?” With so much courage, you pleaded with him nicely and had really meant what you said. He scoffed as he pressed the twig further on your neck.

“Let you go? It’s not going to be easy…riding hood.” As he was saying that, the hood fell off his head and the face that had stayed hidden all this while wasn’t what you expected it to look like. The features he had were too much to be described.

The visible jawline that stood out from his fairly tanned skin made you blinked several times. The way his menacing eyes stared down at you, his sharp nose and the plump lips that carved a small smirk was noticeable. He was indeed a beautiful creature.

An unsure feeling lingered in you. Was he even human or some dangerous creature that lived in these dead woods? The thought of returning home had long been forgotten as the new feeling arose in you to know more about this well figured being. None initiated to voice out but the silence between the both of you felt far from uneasiness.  

You tried to rip off the twig from cutting off your breathing by staring back at him. Despite being shaken up by his antics, you took a firm hold of his hand but he was faster. “Not too fast, maiden. You have committed a crime and must pay for it.” He traced your face from the forehead down to your nose and stopped right at your lips that had slowly lost its colour.

“I had done nothing wrong.” You hissed which he snickered back in return. You turned your face to the side with anger. “I never saw you around here and I suppose you don't know who I am.” His thumb and forefinger made its way to your chin and tilted it so your eyes could meet his wild ones. “I’m dangerous and a beauty like you should leave before-” 

“How can a human like you be dangerous?” Your curious side had come out at the wrong time. Before you could question him further, he shut his eyes, hand still on your chin.  He wanted you to see him. The real him that no one had seen before. Not a single human had experienced what this red riding hood had. He, all of a sudden, rests his lips on yours ever so softly. The kiss was within seconds but both could feel the sparks in it.

A forbidden kiss was shared as cold sweats formed on your forehead. The previous apple had fallen long ago. Even when both your hands were free at the moment, they were numbed. You didn’t dare move because the next thing you saw was the man’s eye. It changed colour. His eyes were no longer the normal hazel but golden. Golden as in the fire breath of a phoenix. 

If the unexpected meeting surprised you, his next sentence could make you faint but you managed to suppress it. “Wolf, I’m a wolf.” You tried to believe what this person just declared to be but it was impossible, too impossible. Your lips curved into a smile knowing that he must either be joking or telling the truth. 

“That is a really bad joke-” 

“I’m telling the truth.” He cut off knowing what was in your mind that moment. Your smile instantly faded and was out of words. Silence enveloped you once more. The only sound was your constant breathing since the temperature had dropped thus the warmth was almost gone. He noticed how your body quivered and slowly snaked one arm around your waist, pulling you to his warm chest. The shivering that you felt slowly went away. 

“You should go beauty. I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered as he settled his chin on your head, arms still cradling your body. One should be scared but you didn’t care even if he was a dangerous beast. It was a feeling that can’t be defined. It was forbidden to develop feelings in such a short time and especially to a person much less a beast. 

You let him embrace you as your head rested on his chest. You didn’t know why but your body reacts without thinking. You were still sane but something magical like this happened only once in a blue moon. “What if I don’t want to leave?” You slightly leaned away to see his expression. 

The only look you saw from him earlier was a playful smirk but now he showed an unreadable face. He cupped both of your cheeks in his warm palms and stroked them in circular motion. He knows. You know. The emotion was mutual. You started to sense something wrong was about to happen. 

“Promise me something. I know you can feel it in you too. Promise me that-” 

“Riding hood, where are you?!” 

You didn’t want to abandon him like this. Only meeting for about a few hours but it was wrong to do this. You somewhat feel attached to this unnamed wolf boy by now. Your lips quivered but your blurry eyes still locked with his golden ones. 

“Promise me that you’ll remember this moment, this tree, and this pair of golden eyes that will surely remember you.” He let go and backed away from you step by step, eyes never leaving yours as a solemn look etched on his face. 

“Where are you, Riding hood? Grandmother is worried about you!”  

You took a step forward, eyes brimming with tears. The words “don’t leave” or “I’ll go with you” wanted to escape your lips but instead “Name…your name at least.” The least thing that you wanted to know before going your separate ways was his name. The wood was where he belonged and the small cottage was your home.

A small smile carved on his flawless features. “It’s Kai.” With that he left in the form of a brown furred wolf. Not a shadow can be seen and the time was unknown. It happens in a matter of seconds. Everything felt so surreal but you knew that it was just the beginning of a new adventure.

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[seawitch62]

An uneasy air traveler, mix in alcohol and an unknown fellow traveler.

Genre fluff, word count 920.

          Flight 472.

Why me? First off everyone knows my fear…well dislike of flying, I don't even know this guy!

Honestly! Others were begging for this job, practically drooling at the mention of his name, hell what was it again? Where are my notes, crap.

I will Google him at the hotel.

'Where is the bartender?'

"Another the same please" pointing to the empty glass.

Sipping on her freshly served Bloody Mary, the third since arriving at the airport lounge.

"Only compensation is flying first class" she says aloud twirling the straw.

 "Flight 472 is now boarding", her thoughts interrupted by the announcement.

"Okay you can do it" she utters as she finishes her drink and heads to  board her flight. 

■

A slight buzz to take the edge off, valiantly handing over required papers to the stewardess.

 "Enjoy your flight" with a slight stumble and nod the path to the aeroplane is now accessible.

■

"Vacant, can I be so lucky?" She mumbles.

A late passenger is ushered to his seat, the vacant seat.

'I guess not!'.

"This is your Captain speaking…" 

'I need another courage juice'

'Please fasten your seatbelts'

As the plane takes off, news stories of crashes run rampant.

Squeezing the arm rests for, who knows why? As if that would protect you!

Finally the plane levels off, the stewardess busily offering drinks and peanuts.

"Bloody Mary please" when asked if she would like a beverage.

Glancing at the guy who is now occupying the once vacant seat.

'Not Bad' she tells herself. 

Digging into her bag, she retrieves her notebook and mentally goes over the notes she scribbled, the boss offering these pearls of wisdom.

'Boring!'

The guy is dreamily looking out the window, I wish I  had the window seat! Well easy access to the bathroom I guess having the aisle seat.

"Another drink?" "Yes please"

Why is the plane shaking? Are we going to crash? She mentally screams to herself.

"Turbulence" a masculine voice, breaks through her disaster scenarios.

Looking at him, she smiles grimly.

"Just typical, I should not even be on this flight!"

"Why?" He asks softly 

"I am on my way to do an interview, with this singer"

"Anybody I know?"

Getting her notebook, she glances at her notes.

"Kim Jongin also known as Kai, from Exo" looking at him expectantly.

"I'm told he was also in SuperM and a soloist".

"Yes I've heard of him, I'm told he is quite good!"

Looking around as if on some super covert mission, finishing her drink she leans in close.

"I begged for the boss to pick someone else, hell I've never heard of this dude before!"

"The boss said 'perfect' I won't be biased ".

"Really?" Her traveling companion injects.

"I'm going to have to Google this guy and go to the interview and pretend I'm his biggest fan" she groans.

"Pretend?" He asks bemused.

Whispering "egos".

"They love their egos stroked" she continues in a normal tone.

"That's a trade secret, can you keep a secret?"

"Yes" 

"I prefer interviewing real people"

"What entertainers aren't real people?" He asks, puzzled.

"Well of course they are, but then again some I've interviewed, I thought I should check for a pulse" she laughs at her own humour.

"Yes I would love another drink"

"Thank you"

"Chicken or Lasagna?"

"Chicken please "

The food isn't half bad, better than I expected.

Trying to cut with plastic utensils is not easy at any time, hands under the influence of alcohol well not a great combination.

Broccoli scoots from the dinner tray and lands on the legs of the good looking guy seated beside her.

"OMG I am sorry" as she picks up the stray broccoli flower.

Dipping her napkin in her glass of water, she rubs strenuously the stain on  his trousers.

"Hey it's okay, let me"

As he takes the napkin from her active fingers.

Apologizing profusely, the stewardess enquiries if everything is okay?

"Yes yes just a slight accident" he calmly relates.

Dinner trays collected,  budding Lois Lane contemplates her strategy for her upcoming interview.

Blank, my mind is blank!

"The true art of being a successful celebrity, answering all the mundane questions put forth by fans and the press" she states.

"Making them believe you are not bored to tears being asked repetitively the same assine  questions over and over and answering with a warm genuine response"

"Please fasten your seatbelts"

"What?"

The plane jerks overhead luggage moving to the rhythm of turbulence.

"They say planes are safer than automobiles" 

"Just some turbulence" he states.

As the aeroplane dances, her deep seated fear of flying escalates. 

Seizing his hand she squeezes and holds on like her life depends on it.

The Captain navigates his plane through the air pocket with expert control, once more, smooth sailing.

"You can let go now" he gently tells the frightened woman beside him.

"Hmm..what?...I am so sorry!"

Removing her hand from his, "I..I"

"This is your Captain speaking we will begin our descent.."

■

The plane lands with a soft thud, the all clear is given to exit the plane.

Struggling to grab hold onto her belongings in the overhead compartment, her fellow traveler helps her while he collects his possessions.

"Thank you"

"My pleasure"

Smiling at him "you made this flight enjoyable, my thanks".

He smiles, one of mischief.

"I never did introduce myself, Kim Jongin also known as Kai".

"I will be seeing you soon" he winks as he walks off the plane.

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[oraclekleo]

Kim Jong In (EXO / Solo / SuperM) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Tarot of the Divine

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kim Jong In

Stage Name: Kai

Group: EXO / Solo / SuperM

Masterpost: EXO

Kim Jong In

Kai (EXO / Solo / SuperM)

Deck: Tarot of the Divine

Spread: Kinky*

Position - Queen of Coins

Kai is likely to take a dominant role in the relationship, not that he would fight for it but he simply naturally takes care of his lover and all affairs. He’s more on the motherly side when it comes to a relationship, he’s likely to prefer having everything under his control and doesn’t like big surprises or his lover throwing tantrums and jealous scenes.

Libido - 10 of Coins

Kai can become truly highly passionate and needy but only with the right person. He needs to fully trust that person, feel comfortable with them in his life. It’s very likely he follows his family’s wishes as well. When his sweetheart isn’t approved by the people closest to him, he might lose interest in them as well. Kai simply needs a person that will fit into his life by his side.

Turn On - 9 of Swords

With all that was said above, it’s not a surprise that Kai might feel attracted to uncertain or doubtful people that need guidance and more shaping. It’s likely for Kai to deliberately pick lovers he can influence and guide and shape into the form that will fit his own life the best. However, this process can actually also make them more confident in themselves and then they resist Kai’s will, which inevitably leads to break up.

Kink - 6 of Cups

Kai is likely to have a breeding kink (he’s a Capricorn, after all). He’s likely planning to have a family one day and the image of his partner to carry his child is highly arousing for him but because that’s not very realistic to happen frequently at the time, he might also have a thing for a milder version. Kai is likely to truly love physical closeness and calm and long talking sessions with his lover. He’s not super impatient, on the contrary, he’s got perfect self-control. With that said, he might truly enjoy cock warming.

Dirtiest Secret* - 8 of Cups

Kai is a perfectionist. It’s a fantastic feature to have for work but can cause troubles in relationships. Kai is way too mature and smart to beat the empty straw. When he sees that something isn’t working the way he wants it, he will feel no remorse about ending the relationship and moving on with his life. He might miss his lover for a while after the break up but not enough to try again with the same person. His break ups are definite ones.

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[namj00m]

Tomorrow x Together Masterlist

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MASTERLIST

Updated: N/A

✞ - Smut

❁ - Fluff

✄ - Angst

⚐ - One Shot

⚑ - Series

Choi Yeonjun

↳

Coming Soon

 Choi Soobin

↳

Coming Soon

Choi Beomgyu

↳

Coming Soon

Kang Taehyun

↳ 

 Coming Soon

Kai Huening

↳

Coming Soon

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[minnieves]

si hyuka yung type na kamomol na ipapamper ka muna ng kisses. yung papeck-peck lang sa labi mo, hanggang sa palalim na ng palalim yung halik sayo. yung tipo na sa simula parang innocent kisses lang pero in a short span hinihingal ka na at umuungol ka na sa halik niya.

"hmm? more?"

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