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ARCADIA’S LULLABY | CHAPTER 3

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI). Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina) - Kim Minseok/Original Female Character - Zhang Yixing/Original Female Character Word count: 7k+ chapter summary: the rain pours relentlessly, but a different storm is just starting. Jiah meets Jongin at a birthday party, it's all harmless fun and magnetic sparks until it isn't, and he calls her the wrong name.

masterlist meet the characters

You wanna disappear in a crowd Just a stranger in a room Wanna change your colors just for the night With no word of it following you home

081222 - 5:43 pm

Things are quiet.

The story is still at the center of the news and online discussions. People have dissected every detail of Lee Chungjae's life to the point that he took down all his posts. In every sense of the word, he's the country's most hated man.

And candidate Lee's reassuring smile when reporters bring up the subject has started to crack.

But nothing else happens.

She's on edge. Let the storm hit already, for fuck's sake. 

Yixing finds her restlessness hilarious and texts her a screenshot of the weather app this morning. 90% chance of rain for the next three days.

It looks like Kuraokami answered your prayers.

In the midst of it all, he's been refusing to blend to the background of her mind, exploiting the fact that she's weak when it comes to a good meal. Most days he shows up to her door with takeout, and just yesterday he came with ingredients and made her eat her words about carbonara being the most overrated approach to noodle based recipes.

He’d laugh at her if he could see her now, standing outside the chronicle's building, struggling to get her buzzing phone from the inside of her bag.

A part of her hopes it's the blocked number from before.

But there's a name on the screen, and it puts a frown on her face.

“What do you want.” 

A chuckle spills through the line. “Resentment is a terrible thing, you know? It does the heart no good.”

“How would you know? You don't have one."

“I heard you paid someone a visit last night. I wanted to hear it from you.”

She scoffs up at the sky through her see-through umbrella.

"You want me to say I’m... what? Shaking in my boots? So you can rub one out to the sound of it?”

“Language, sunshine. Let’s keep things civil.”

“I tried to be civil, didn’t I? I even gave you a heads-up for old times’ sake, but then you decided to make things personal. So now I’m thinking that next time, I'll just let it blow in your face, make it surprise.” 

“Ah, there we go again with that. Why do you insist on calling it personal?”

“Why don’t you suck my dick, Namjoon?”

She hates that she can hear his poisonous smile, over so confident and collected.

“You walked into that room yourself. How is it fair to blame me for the consequences of your actions?”

He enjoyed it, he’s enjoying it even now, she knows. He denied any involvement in her encounter with a certain pair of recently debuted syndicate members, but hist hands were all over that stunt.

A blow like that, the same night she showed up to let him know she had info on his candidate’s son, and he expects her to believe destiny is just funny like that.

No fucking way.

Things may or may not have escalated to shattered wine glass and a deep burgundy stain on Jin's favorite artwork hanging on the wall.

“Can you get to the point? Some of us can’t afford to spend the day scheming, I have things to do.” she says, impatience seeping into her tone.

It's starting to rain, so her hair will start looking crazy in about three minutes.

“I was hoping you were bluffing.”

She laughs in a way that makes an older woman give her a nasty look.

“My hopes weren’t for us.”

Ah.

There it is. As grim as it is, it’s like a weight taken off her chest.

Her surroundings come back into focus. The narrow street. The stream of people walking past her, trying to get out of the rain as soon as possible. A girl brushing her shoulder, recording herself speaking in a foreign language. A taxi driver fighting with a delivery guy. A German shepherd with a yellow raincoat and little rubber boots, its nose against the side of a phone booth. 

“I see.” 

“Just now?” he has the gall to sigh, disappointed. “I thought you knew when you went to Yoongi looking for a 22. I guess you're not that good at seeing things beforehand anymore, not even when you start them.”

If she had to describe it, she’d say it’s a lot like a game of hide and seek with the kids from her street. Terrifying and exciting at the same time.

“Come to the hotel,” he suddenly says, much to her surprise “Stay here until things settle down.”

And if she had to sum Kim Namjoon up, this would be it. No one but him could give an invitation and a threat at the same time with such ease. Come, or else.

“No. I think I'll stay outside, see what comes out of it.”

Another deep sigh.

“I see. Have it your way, then. You have your fun, make sure to enjoy it.”

She hits the red button and finds that the cute dog with the rubber boots nowhere to be seen, as if it vanished off the street with its human. 

At least 13 different people stop her before reaching Kim Kibum's office. Even though her name wasn't credited, her co-workers know what it means when she disappears for weeks, and the kind of stories she chases. The vultures in her department rolling their eyes at the sight of her kind of give it away.

“I thought I told you to work from home until further notice,” he says as she locks the door behind her.

“What? I deliver the story of probably the year, and you don’t want to see my face anymore?”

"Don’t. I’ve had a long day” he huffs, pulling the blinds down. His office looks less cluttered than she remembers. Has it been that long since she clocked in? “You know there’s a reason why I asked you to lay low for a while.”

She drops her body on one of the chairs in front of his desk and grabs a heavy, fancy pen.

“Did you see? Lee Chungjae is living his best life in France pretending to care about free education. He’s out there taking pics with Rihanna.”

Her boss leans over, snatches the pen from her hands, and points it at her like a sword.

“And? What do you expect? That they lock him up as soon as the story comes out? We do our thing, the rest is up to the world. We’re a newspaper, not the league of justice.”

Earlier today she told Haneul something similar, just to calm him down. Now she knows how he felt.

“It’s been a week already.”

“No, it’s barely been a week” he corrects her, moving a storage box under his desk and stretching his waist like he just can’t wait for retirement. “You know how this is, Jiah.”

Yeah, she knows. Shitty. Working your ass off, dealing with red tape and censorship, putting everything on a plate only for the world to move on, people not give a shit, and those who are supposed to do something turn a blind eye and fill their pockets.

“Why is your stuff inside a box?" Even the fake Basquiat is missing, so she knows it's serious. "Are you quitting?”

“I’m moving to a new office,” he says, pausing before adding "Jongsuk quit today.”

The news hits her like an ice bucket.

“He turned in his resignation letter earlier."

"Fuck." she breathes. "Oh. Fuck."

"Talk about freedom of the press, huh?” he laughs bitterly, tapping his temple, shaking his head, his eyes turning red.

In terms of bad news, this is the kind that makes you very aware of the last meal you had.

The Chronicle’s had the same chief editor for nearly twelve years. It’s one of the country’s most respected newspapers, and Jung Jongsuk was a big part of the reason why. The idea of someone with enough power moving the right strings to get the man, the myth, the fucking legend fired just as means of revenge sets a chill down her spine.

It’s a petty but very clear act of revenge. A shame, considering he was damn good at his job and how much he cared about his staff.

She sucks on her teeth “What’s he gonna do?”

“No idea. He showed up earlier today and left as soon as he gave a speech. They want me to step in immediately. Can you believe it?”

She's out of words. Half wanting to congratulate him despite the sad circumstances of his promotion, half wondering what that means for her. He suddenly squints.

“You look terrible. Finals?”

“Done, I’m a free woman”

She's can't stop thinking about Chief Editor Jongsuk, how he was always like the cool stepdad that didn’t have to be too nice or too mean to get your respect, how he gave her a chance when she was just a freshman.

“Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep or, I don’t know... drinking your face off with your friends?”

Her hand slips inside her backpack. “Well, if you'd answered my calls, I would be doing one of those.”

She puts a small, puny handgun on the desk, and slides it in his direction.

“Are you—” he locks the door before lowering his voice to a hiss “Have you lost your mind? How did you get through security?”

“You said we need to be careful and this is what being careful looks like, take it.” she says, sliding it closer to him. It barely brushes the side of his keyboard.

“Are you crazy? Do not— ” he opens a drawer and pushes it inside like it burns to the touch, slamming it shut and leaning his body away, pressing one hand to his forehead. “Jiah, this is illegal”

“I’m the best investigative journalist you have, flirting with the illegal here and there is one of the many reasons why.” 

“This isn’t flirting with the illegal, for god's sake, this is raw dogging it, Jiah. This is an office. We’re a–”

“Im Haneul is about to get into witness protection, that’s why I’m giving you something to protect yourself with. Thank you, Jiah. You’re welcome, boss.”

He bites his lip, looking at the drawer with resentment before setting his eyes on her, dead serious.

“Is there something you’re not telling me? Did something happen?”

“It’s always better to be prepared. You know what they say about peace and quiet.”

“I don’t,” he deadpans “Is that some kind of gang lingo?”

She frowns. “Just what has Minho been telling you? I should pay him a little visit—”

“You’re not going anywhere near my staff.”

“Your staff? I’m your staff. He’s a sports reporter, you can walk into a bar anywhere in Itaewon and find a dozen replacements.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, not denying it. “Did. Something. Happen.”

“I heard something. From a good source.”

“A good source.”

“Yeah, sometimes those are what we call confidential. So—” he fixes her with a look that makes her fear that his eyeballs will pop out of their sockets. “Fine, it was Kim Namjoon.”

He blinks at her. Throws his hands in the air and plops down on his seat.

“That's hilarious. If this doesn’t work for you, you can always pursue comedy. Now get the hell out of my office, I have to move my stuff to the other side of the floor.”

She stands up stretching her arms, giving him a once over and opening her mouth. He lifts a hand.

“I don't want to hear it. Go take a bath, get drunk, do drugs, get laid. You’re an undergrad student, not Chelsea Manning. Live a little.”

“Actually, I prefer Lisbeth Salander."

"Get out."

081222 - 06:55 pm

Something about the bleach fumes welcoming the moment she enters Lady’s Room is just– homely, and Wendy's threatening glare makes up for the stern mother figure she didn’t have growing up. 

“Don’t even think about it, boots off.”

She toes off her muddy boots, struggling not to spill anything on the heavy takeout bags, making her way to the back.

“How come he gets to keep them on?”

Taemin looks insane with a black cape covering his body and his hair all foiled up, Seulgi's hovering over him with the cutest concentrated frown. He wiggles is feet at her.

“Clean shoes privilege. Plus, I'm way cuter than you.”

She snaps a picture of him for future use while he's distracted explaining how he read somewhere that hair takes bleach better when you're stress-free, and that the end of his last semester is just the perfect moment.

“And of course you believed that, because it makes total sense”

“No, it’s true,” Seulgi says. “It’s also better when you’re in a good mood. That’s why I don’t like to take people fresh out of a bad breakup, the chemicals get all messed up.”

“Oh, he doesn’t need to worry about that,” she says off-handedly.

Taemin doesn’t like her tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Wendy answers before she can, flipping through receipts on the reception area. “It means that you need a relationship to go through a breakup. That’s usually how it works”

“I'll have you know that I have secondhand PTSD from you guys. I’m like one ride home with an angry couple away from giving up on monogamy.” 

“So, blue?”

“Silver.” He shows her a picture of a male idol with gray hair, wet styled. He's worried that if he goes too light it'll wash out his complexion.

She inspects his face in the floor to ceiling mirror “Nonsense, you’d look good in anything, buttercup.”

He smiles, always a slut for some validation. "You're coming to Sana’s party, right?”

She groans, plopping down on the chair next to him.

“Jiah, come on, it’s the last party of the semester. The last party before I graduate.”

She’s not swayed by his abuse of the last something before I graduate card. “I’m out of social battery, I'll kill the vibe.”

“We’ll pregame at my place and you’ll be good to go.”

“I can’t be bothered to go home and get changed.”

“Oh! You left the strappy shirt, you know? the one you didn’t know you were wearing backwards, and that leather skirt at my place, I threw them in the washing machine just for an occasion like this.”

“I’m seriously not feeling the vibe today.”

“Who cares, you attract people when you’re sulking.” he shrugs “Plus that’s the skirt you were wearing when you pulled that Romanian guy. We get free bottles every time you have your leg meat out.”

Seulgi slaps the side of his neck with her glove-covered hand. “Don’t pimp her out.”

“And this is why I suggested a ladies-only policy.”

“Interesting that you assume you fall in that category, but go on.” Taemin says, Jiah gasps in fabricated indignation. “And isn’t that reverse sexism?”

“It’s not like men are rushing to get in.”

Irene emerges from the office, walking past them with her all work and no fucking around face on, all her focus taken by her tablet.

“Oh, actually, we had a guy customer a few days ago and he was very happy with our services,” Seulgi says. Taemin and Jiah let out synchronized snorts.

Irene looks at them, going through the pile of papers Wendy handed her. “Grow up, you two."

Seulgi catches on, making a noise of disgust.

“So what did he want? A massage?”

Irene flips a page, scanning its contents. The warning is sharper this time. “Taemin.”

“He wanted a full-on transformation, so we went with silver,” Seulgi says, ignoring the quip, poking at his bleach covered hair with the pointy edge of her brush “It looked pretty good on him. It suited his personality.”

Taemin coos "Is that a crush I smell?"

Seulgi shrugs. "I'm just saying he fit the look, he was easy to talk to. Funny too. Asked a lot of questions about the salon, said a childhood friend of his co-owns one.”

"Huh, sounds boring to me." Taemin shrugs, not impressed. Seulgi and Jiah share a knowing look. He's platonically possessive to a fault, and being the only guy in their group only makes it worse.

Jiah smirks, spinning on the chair. "Sounds like your replacement to me."

He sticks his tongue at her “I was going to introduce you to someone tonight, traitor.”

Irene and Wendy sigh in relief, finally finding whatever it was they were looking for, high five-ing.

“I’m heartbroken.” She yawns. “I wasn’t planning on going anyway”

“You should go.“ Irene says, coming to stand behind her chair, playing with her hair. "You sure need it."

“What is it with people treating me like I’m some boring bitch lately?”

“Have you considered that you’ve been a boring bitch lately? We barely see you, you were supposed to help us look for a new place” Wendy complains, plopping on the other chair next to Taemin’s, spinning. "And you missed the anniversary party"

Nothing for her to do but take the shots. Seulgi steps in for her, an angel.

"Cut her some slack, she brought food. You know that’s sorry in her language."

"Alright, yeah.” Wendy agrees way too easily "And for the record, there's nothing wrong with being boring, Yeri can always use a boring figure in her life"

“I’m not going to a party to be on Yeri Sitting Duty.”

Taemin squints at her, walking to the washing station under Seulgi's orders, cape swooshing dramatically behind him. “But you’re coming, right?”

To be fair, she does feel bad about ghosting them for weeks.

“I swear to god, you better not ditch me for one of your Instagram famous friends."

He doesn't get a chance to reply, his calls for help fill the salon and Seulgi giggles like a sweet summer child discovering the joys of waterboarding. Irene's pleased to the point of pulling her phone out to record the scene, chortling.

081222 - 11:25 pm

One would assume that the only child of the owner of a massive Japanese architecture firm, who also happens to own several clubs in the city, can afford to throw a party with decent alcohol.

Her annoyance should be directed at Taemin for talking her into coming and proceeding to do exactly what she asked him not to.

He’s nowhere to be seen, and Party Yeri is at her peak, hands thrown in the air, dancing between a bunch of freshman girls with their phones out, the red light beams bouncing off her glittery top. 

“Not a dancer, or just not in the mood?” a voice interrupts.

She felt his presence before he approached her table. Some people are just hard to ignore, and with his simple silky shirt with a few buttons undone, pushed-back hair, and a flirty strand hanging on his forehead, he has a crowd of curious women and men alike following him with hungry eyes everywhere he goes.

“The second one.”

He smiles just like someone who's used to seeing others react to his looks.

Her first impression of him was jealousy for having better lips than her. She was too busy listening to Mina talk about her internship in Spain to pay too much attention to Taemin introducing the guy. Sitting at levels of handsomeness that don't require a personality, the man bored her without uttering a word.

But he's not hard to look at.

“So, how come we haven’t met before?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Taemin says your presence is an exclusive experience." she sips her drink, he thinks it's funny. "Jiah, right?”

“And you’re Jongin, one of the dancing friends.” 

A guy approaches Yeri’s group, disgustingly scanning each girl like he’s trying to figure out who has the lowest standards. 

“Not a big fan of us?”

She considers her answer, watching the girls shrug him off before he can get too comfortable.

“I've learned to coexist with you people. It comes with the Taemin package.”

His little laugh is surprisingly childish for his masculine looks. The way he keeps looking at her face like he can't spare any bit of attention to their surroundings makes her feel like a bug under a microscope lens.

“Here's my theory, I think he might’ve been keeping you to himself for a bit there. But I’ve heard so many things about you that I kind of feel like I know you already."

Jiah doesn't know what to say to that, but holds his warm gaze and indulges in the view for a bit. Caramel skin, glowy under the strobe lights, painted red like a forbidden object of desire, or a character of a Japanese movie, waiting for his lover at a love hotel.

Handsome indeed. Nice jaw, soft nose, slightly arched eyebrows. 

“Good things, I hope.”

“Interesting things.” He says with a crooked grin. She cocks an eyebrow, but he beats her to it. “So, journalism. What’s that like?”

She gives him the generic answer she keeps for occasions like this; lots of reading, being on the phone, doing more with less. No one is ever satisfied. Neither the readers nor the editors nor yourself.

Ok. So maybe she assumed a lot of things. He's surprisingly great company, really easy to talk to. He owns a dance studio and teaches from time to time. Some of his students have made it to entertainment companies, and he tries not to seem cocky, but it's clear he's extremely proud of them. He’s very nonchalant about covering various styles, though he’s more interested in R&B these days. 

“Your day-to-day sounds like a lot of sitting behind a desk,” he comments. Being someone that works with his body, the idea must haunt him.

“Oh, god, no– I always feel like I’ll throw myself from the window if I spend too much time at the office. I’m on the investigation team, so I’m almost always out on the streets, harassing bureaucrats and stuff.” 

“That sounds... fun.”

“Riveting,” she promises. “It’s not bad, really. You go through the boring stuff and then when you get a good story, you remember why you do it, and… it’s a good feeling.”

“You know, usually when someone mentions journalism I think of people with thinning hair and marriage issues.” 

“Are you calling me old?”

“No. I was trying to say that you just took down a stereotype for me.” he pauses, pouting and looking up like he’s considering something “But you do give off an old soul vibe, sitting on your own, sulking like you’re here against your own will, ready to decimate anyone who dares come near you.”

She blinks at him, he’s holding back a smile, she can tell. Waiting for her reaction.

“Wow, so you’re just gonna call me a hag like that?”

He looks mildly surprised, worried, and amused all at the same time. “That’s not–”

“And if I look that scary, how come you’re here at my table?”

“Because you’re very attractive. It balances out the scary.”

She hums into her glass.

“And I’m very charming, I knew you’d be harmless.”

“Right.” He’s not entirely wrong. She’s always suspicious of extremely charming people, and the alarms are going off in her head.

“This is me hitting on you, off the record.” he continues, undeterred. She snorts. "And I say that because, as I’m sure you know, Taemin is possessive.”

She lifts and shakes a finger like an aunt at church when the pastor hits a mark. “Like a kid who doesn’t share his toys.”

Which reminds her, where’s that silver-haired menace?

“We’ll just have to ease him into it.”

“Uh-huh. This is flattering and all, I guess, but I’m married so–”

“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t get jealous” he shrugs, very serious about it. Which is unexpected, no one has ever reacted to the I'm married line like that. “I’m not gonna try to compete with your career.”

She's speechless, but in a good way, laughing at the audacity and shaking her head.

But then, just for a moment, he disappears.

There’s a quick, almost untraceable absence, even his smile falters.

Then he snaps back.

“Hey, you wanna get out for a bit? Get some fresh air? Looks like your friend’s gonna be busy for a while.”

Yeri was off her radar for a bit there, and now she’s got her arm threaded with the birthday girl herself. They’re moving away from the crowd, talking into each other's ears like they haven’t debriefed in months, probably headed to the bathroom.

Now that he mentions it, fresh air sounds nice. 

“Promise I’m all out of lines,” he adds.

It’s humid out on the street, but less stuffy and noisy. She pulls out a brand new pack of cigarettes and they get fire from a girl hanging around with her friends next to a motorcycle. Her kohl-stained eyes scan Jongin greedily while he leans over, hands cupping the flame.

She suddenly turns to look at her, right when Jongin leans back and thanks her, and winks.

If Jongin notices, he’s unbothered, much more concerned with moving around her to stand on the side of the street, wordlessly making them switch spots. The gentleman move is soon eclipsed by a sudden coughing fit.

It's so bad she feels kind of horrible about finding it amusing. He really just fucked up his smooth streak after one drag.

She offers to grab him a drink, but he shakes his head, grabbing her arm before she walks away. He swallows hard one, two, or three times, wiping the corners of his eyes.

"You good?"

"No." he rasps. “These are the kind that my grandfather used to smoke.”

“You could’ve said no.” she counters, patting his back. They’re strong, she didn’t warn him because she showed him the package.

“I was a victim of peer pressure.” he jokes after clearing his throat. “I was doing well, wasn’t I?”

“It’s ok. Choking on smoke like a high schooler makes you human.” she offers him as consolation. The coughing fit messed up his hair. he looks younger now, less of a threat. Maybe it’s just the fresh air, the relief of getting out of the crowd, and the nicotine easing her up. 

He asks if she smokes often, sounding like he doesn’t want to intrude, but a part of him will judge her if she says yes. Truthfully, she hasn’t in months, but it always hits a spot after a while, and people assume she’s too into it. 

“Work's stressing you out?”

“That’s what work is supposed to do, isn’t it?” 

He winces.

“Not to a level where you have to smoke like a war general.”

She grins at him sideways, the man who introduced her to this particular brand would have a few things to say about that sentence.

“I can deal with the stress, I only smoke when I get frustrated.”

“And does that happen often?”

“I don’t know? I guess. My boss says I’m too much of a control freak. He's a jerk, but sometimes it feels like he knows me better than I know myself.”

“Not great at teamwork, then?” he probes.

“No, I mean-- I’m not, but it’s not that.” she pauses. He’s waiting for her to elaborate. “I just wish I could do more sometimes, and not just document things from the sidelines. Does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does.” he assures. “I think I know what you mean.”

“I tried it, recently” she goes on, and she doesn’t know why she’s opening up to this guy. She’s not trying to turn him into her therapist, and she’s not even sure she wants to take him home at all. There’s too much going on in her mind at the moment, she wouldn’t be fully present anyway. It'd be a waste.

“And how did that go?”

“It was alright at the beginning. I've been helping someone– a friend who was gonna do something he'd regret. Actually, I'm not sure we're actually friends, but he's a great guy in a shitty situation.” she rambles, taking one last drag. “But then things went south in the worst way possible. It didn't even have anything to do with him, just personal baggage and terrible timing. I guess I had it coming.” 

He nods, deep in thought, letting a comfortable silence fall between them, just watching people walk past, going in and out of the club. She presses the butt against the sole of her boots, and tosses it in the trash.

“If it’s any help, I’m sure your friend is grateful. You did well helping him.” he says, and she remembers Yixing saying something similar. “And whatever happened, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

She shrugs. “It is what it is, right? Onwards and upwards.” 

He grins, pointing a finger at her. "That’s totally something my father would say.”

“So you ran out of lines and now you’re back to calling me old?”

“I only said that because I didn’t want to come off too strong, but if you insist.” He’s back on charming again, hands in the air like she’s just giving him no choice. The switch between kind to charming gives her whiplash.

A waste, really. A month ago she might’ve taken him home, let him make her coffee in the morning.

“I’m not insisting, I just asked you a question.”

He waves her off. “Bet you 5000 won I can kiss you without using my lips.”

It’s stupid. But he looks like the epitome of determination. Kohl girl behind him keeps looking at them over her shoulder, and without the meaningless rumble of the crowd to distract her, his voice turns out to be quite lovely.

So she tilts her chin at him, giving him the green light.

He takes two purposeful steps. She calls his bluff, refusing to back up against the wall. He gets close enough that he has to bend his head down to keep eye contact, and in a surprisingly smooth move, he places a short, harmless peck right on her lips. 

Then he backs up with a single step and pulls out a bill from his pocket.

“A great investment if you ask me.” he says.

She laughs despite herself. Not in the coy, flirted up way, but a full, honest, belly laugh.

The silver-haired menace himself emerges from the shadows with a cowboy hat on his head, thumbs hooked on his jeans. He’s glaring, a scowl on his lipstick-stained lips, focusing on the way Jiah bends over, hand on her tummy and all.

“What are you doing with my best friend? I’m asking both of you, by the way.” he demands.

“Where did you get that?” she asks him, fully recovered, flicking the hat.

Taemin grabs the bill from Jongin’s hand before he can put it away. Jongin raises his eyebrows at him, anticipating complaints for his actions, daring him even.

“Not that I don’t respect the hustle, but I think you’re underselling yourself, sweetie." he says, turning to Jongin like a parental figure setting limits. "A peck from our Jiah is easily worth 10000 won. Pay up.”

“Deal,” Jongin shrugs, reaching for his back pocket again, pulling out several bills, winking at her. "How many can I get for--"

“Alright, we get it, she gets it,” Taemin interrupts, putting an arm around his shoulders, and rubbing his chest distractedly. “I thought you were on Yeri Sitting Duty tonight.”

Jiah licks her thumb and wipes the lipstick marks on his jaw, much to Jongin's endless amusement

“She’s a big girl. You got some on your teeth, you harlot."

"Finally. I keep telling you girls, you baby her too much" he complains, licking his front teeth. "Someday you'll have to set her free, let her make some mistakes of her own. They build character, you know?"

"How wise of you." Jongin says. "Was that the logic behind this new look?"

"Some mistakes don't." Taemin continues, looking at her with crazy eyes, pointing at Jongin. "Some mistakes make your best friend uncomfortable and are off limits."

Jiah and Jongin look at each other. "You introduced us."

"Yes, and? I never said get chummy and explore each other's bodies, did I?"

“Nice tattoo, by the way.” She tells Jongin. She caught a glimpse when he got closer and thought it looked familiar. Then Taemin unknowingly moved the fabric on his chest out of the way and she got confirmation. “It’s the helm of awe, isn't it?”

Jongin mouth falls open, genuine shock taking over his features. Not many people know about runes or recognize them. Taemin tilts his head to the side, eyeing her curiously, suspiciously.

“How do you know that? I thought it was a snowflake.”

“I knew a girl who had one on the back of her neck. Hers was red though. Looked great when she put her hair up.”

Taemin releases Jongin from his clutches with an unconvinced hmph, taking off his hat and putting it on her head. Jongin quietly fixes his shirt.

"Oh. Oh. I think I saw Minho inside. You wanna piss him off?"

Well, that’s great. That’s just great. Super cool.

Jongin takes a look at her face and blurts out the question. "Who's that?"

"Her ex. She broke his heart, he started rumors that she's with the Yakuza." Jongin blinks in surprise, and Taemin looks like he wants to elaborate further. She stops him.

“What’s that grown man doing here?”

“You know he likes to hang around the youngsters and make people guess his age. So, you in?”

“Leave me out of it.” 

"Hear me out. I was thinking you and Jongin could walk around, right? Let him see you together, put on a little show. You know how his ears get red and his eyes bulge out when he's angry?” he's trying to contain his laugh, looking maniac. “I’ll buy you dinner, both of you. I’m serious.”

That’s her cue for a bathroom break. She puts the cowboy hat on Jongin’s head, not deterred by the way his eyes follow her on her way inside.

A sigh escapes her lips as the cold water runs over her hands. She smiles at a group of girls walking out of the door, their giggles reminding her of the task at hand—finding Yeri and making sure she's not too drunk to make semi-rational decisions.

Maybe she’ll try to talk her into ditching this place. Yixing's uncle's spot is not too far from here.

The possibility of running into her ex kind of makes her want to bolt. Not out of lingering feelings, she just doesn’t have the energy for that interaction. He has a way with sucking the like out of her.

There's only so much she can take of things beyond her control.

The bathroom door clicks. Something shifts in the air. The unsettling feeling of realizing she's not alone. She glances up at the mirror and catches a glimpse of him in the reflection.

Reacting on instinct, her hand snatches the decorative vase from the sink and hurls it at him. The man covers his face, not before grabbing her forearm and slamming her against the sink.

She puts her palms up to avoid hitting the mirror face first. It happens at once, suddenly he's grabbing her bag, and the next second the chain strap is pulling around her neck.

Her body bends back. His knee's pressed against her lower back. Either she’ll pass out or he’ll snap her in half.

She's not about to go down in a public bathroom. She pushes her shaky fingers under the chain, attempting to relieve some of the pressure.

Her vision' blurring, she's running out of oxygen and ideas. Tears well up. The muffled music starts fading.

There's a distant slam, a loud thump.

And thank fuck, release.

She catches her weight on the sink, gasps for air, almost crashes against the mirror again. She turns on wobbly legs and faces two bodies intertwined and struggling on the floor.

Her attacker’s dressed in all black, mask included, buzzcut, well built. The second man has his thighs wrapped around his head, snarling as he keeps him overpowered. A blue-grey silk shirt clings to his broad shoulders, thin black lines mark the skin on his chest.

The helm of awe.

He knocks the guy out with his thighs which... ok, impressive. With heaving breaths, his eyes land on her.

She runs. He grabs her arm before she can get through the door, and bends over when her knee finds his crotch.

Slamming the door behind her, she slaps her hands against the wall for support, still a bit dizzy, heart racing.

"Wait! Rina– please wait–"

Everything shuts down—her legs, the party, the whole city stops. She drops the plans of putting as much distance as possible between them, turns around and stomps in his direction.

Four letters, one word, a slap to the face.

“What did you just call me?” she demands, her face inches away from his. She doesn't recognize her own voice. He's pawing at his neck, pulling a chain for her to see, like that's gonna do something. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I know them. I know Yixing. You’re in danger, I’m here to help you." he sounds pained, trying to calm her down. She has no sympathy for him.

Hanging from the chain, a silver band morphs into two bony hands that hold a mint-colored ball. A ring, worn as a necklace. She recognizes it at once. She won that ring at some fair in Busan. Someone at school started a rumor that she joined the occult. Kyungsoo's mother thought she was a bad influence.

“We have to get you out of here. He has back up, they'll come soon."

Jiah exhales, relaxes her limbs. He mirrors the gesture, letting out a breath of relief.

Then she runs like her life depends on it. And it just might. She bumps into people, pushes them aside, desperately looking for an emergency exit she vaguely remembers from past situations that shouldn't be crossing her mind right now.

They come in handy, successfully leading her to the deserted alley.

But god, whatever version of it is out there, is just not letting her get away so easily. 

The years have granted him an extra couple of inches, not that he ever needed them. Maybe it's just the thick soles of his boots that scrape against the loose gravel. He stops, mirroring her shock for a fleeting second.

She grabs the closest thing available; a rusty, long, and thin metal thing that's heavy enough to give her some confidence. He’s staring at her, no traces left of the awe she saw before.

He's pointing a gun at her face.

"Drop it" he barks "Hands up, turn around and try not to be so damn difficult. In that order."

Frustrated, she snarls at herself, her jaw tightening until it hurts before throwing the stick to the ground. She turns around, facing the mold-infested wall. The last thing she sees is a torn-off poster of an underground rap collective.

His forearm presses to the back of her neck with no mercy. He searches for a weapon she's not carrying.

"That's for being so fucking stupid. Do you realize what you got yourself into?" he snaps, not giving her a chance to answer before he pulls her back by the back of her shirt and pushes her against the wall again.

"Ow– What the fuck, dude?" the rough, disgusting surface of the wall scratches the side of her face. She kicks her feet against the ground. "I wasn’t even– what the fuck was that for?"

"That's for making my mom worry about you, idiot."   

He finally lets her go, and she moves away from him, curses spilling from her mouth.

The exit door opens revealing Jongin—the impostor.

"What are you doing? We need to--"

They guards go up abruptly before her eyes. He raises his gun at her once again, this time with clear intent.

It'd be ugly, she imagines, being shot this up close. Her brains will end up on the floor, his clothes, maybe even his face. The Park Chanyeol she knew was an asshole most of the time, but he didn't have it in him to step on an ant or kill a spider even if his mother ordered him to, let alone shoot someone.

The inevitable fact is that they are strangers. She doesn't know who the time has turned him into, just like she’s no longer someone that he knows.

"Go ahead, big guy," she lifts her chin, rolls her shoulders. He’s looking at her like she's made of cellophane.

Someone takes the ground from under her. The ground is inevitable. Someone grabs her. Her shoulder feels wet, and her hands look for the source. When she looks down it, it’s stained red.

Did he just–

It can’t be. It doesn't hurt. It should hurt.

It all happens too quickly. There's a hissing sound. The impostor grips her tightly and says something.

Was her heartbeat always this loud? And did she really just get shot?

"Eyes open," The impostor orders. There's no escape with the world narrowed down to two walls. They’re closing in.

He keeps talking, telling her that it’s alright. Her heartbeat is drumming inside her head. It’s now supposed to do that, she shouldn’t feel this cold in August. A chill settles in her bones like she’s been running barefoot through deep snow in the woods, wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital gown.

Okay. Maybe she did get shot. And now they’re taking her away. But she can’t go down like this. Irene... the girls will wonder where she is, Yeri’s gonna burn the place down looking for her, Taemin’s too sensitive to deal with something like this, and Chanyeol–

He shot her.

And they keep calling her the wrong name.

"Rina, you have to...” 

thump 

“...be there...” 

thump 

“...right? C’mon...”

thump.

"Rina."

And then they kill the lights.

#exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo scenario #kim minseok fanfiction #zhang yixing fanfiction #kim jongin fanfiction #park chanyeol fanfiction #exo mafia au #exo x reader #byun baekhyun fanfiction #oh sehun fanfiction #kim jongdae fanfiction #kim junmyeon fanfiction #do kyungsoo fanfiction

[seawitch62]

Warning Satyr are amongst us.

Word count 328

Satyrs (aka silens) are figures from Greek mythology who were followers of the god of wine Dionysos and who were often guilty of excessive sexual desires and overindulgence of wine. Men with a horse's tail and ears or men with goat legs, these shaggy and unruly creatures lived wild in the forests and symbolised the dangers of unrestraint. (World History Org.)

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            The Satyr.

Mythology you counter! What if I told you, no! I better not, some things are better kept secret. 

Are you sure? Once the door is opened it can not be closed!

Satyr's do in fact live  in today's society. Check the clubs and bars their  favourite hangout.

A long time ago they acquired a taste for females of the human species. Their features became an obstacle which hampered their sexual pursuits especially as time moved on. They learned early on to hide their non-human characteristics which worked to their advantage. They gradually spread out around the globe. Now they exist covertly in every corner of the planet.

Nowadays they blend in perfectly.

Heechul Kim for example, his show, 'Alcohol street fighter' what can I say? Jay Park, Won Soju, enough said! There are so many more examples but I think it's best we stick to one in particular. This one is a little different; he portrays an aura of innocence.

Do not be deceived, he is a Satyr.

Kim Minseok also known as Xiumin.

One of the most dangerous, that face, am I right? That alone is dangerous add to the mix is baser instincts, well  females are in peril.

What's that? You don't believe me? His innocent face! That's part of his armory. 

One of their powers is inciting sexual fantasies amongst the female population. 

I'm positive he's mastered this with a look.

If he offers you a glass of wine, or suggests a stroll in the forest you have been warned!

Then again maybe you want to experience the Satyr experience 😉

#xuimin fic #exo au scenarios #exo fanfic #exo x reader #kim minseok fanfiction #minseok x reader #exo scenarios #exo imagines

[marshmallow-phd]

A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won’t let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3

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The wind whistled against the windows like a hallowing scream. You tossed and turned, desperate to fall asleep. The first few nights had been somewhat peaceful, due to the fever having a complete hold over you. To fight it off, your body had kept you in a deep sleep, only broken by bouts of blurry consciousness. 

But now… every noise made your eyelids snap open and your heart jump in pace. This unfamiliar place was full of shadows and secrets. Secrets that revolved around the men keeping you here. 

Releasing a long sigh, you stared up at the canopy, the newly formed indentions in the knife floating in your mind. They weren’t there before, you were sure of that. You had used that knife to cut the chicken and it was in perfect condition. No human could bend the metal like that. 

And then there was the speed at which Yixing caught your wrist. 

You sat up with haste. Sleep was not going to come to you tonight. You groaned and rubbed your face with your fingers. The room slowly came into view as your eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. You had opened the curtain before slipping into bed so you could watch the moon rise into the sky. Looking around the room, you searched for an answer on how to get yourself to sleep. There wasn’t much in this grand room. Simply a bed, a wardrobe, a dresser, the chair–

Wait. 

Pushing the blanket off of your legs, you crawled across the mattress towards the chair. The shape didn’t seem right. Six legs instead of four. An extra shape in the outline. 

“You should go to sleep.”

A high pitched scream ripped at your throat until a cold hand covered your mouth, cutting off the sound. Now fully bathed in the blue moonlight, you could make out the sharp features of Yixing’s face. 

You shoved his arm away to free your lips. “What do you think you are doing in my room?” No gentleman would dare enter a lady’s room like this. Unless– gumption gone, you swallowed thickly. Was the reason you were trapped here finally coming to fruition?

The corner of Yixing’s mouth twitched upwards. He slinked forward like a cat cornering a mouse until his arms trapped you against the mattress, a hand on either side of your hip. Only your elbows kept you from being flat on your back, even more vulnerable. 

“You’re a noisy sleeper,” he purred, his eyes flashing. “It's… distracting.”

You scoffed. None of their rooms were near yours. You were sure that all the ones around you were empty. He shouldn’t have been able to hear your tossing and turning. “Distracting?”

He hummed. His right hand lifted from the bed and reached out towards your face. You flinched at the motion, making him freeze. 

But only for a moment. 

The hovering fingers soon resumed their path. He didn’t make contact with your cheek, however. Instead, his fingers traced the outline of your collarbone. Down one slope and up the other. You trembled at the contact. His smirked only deepend. His fingers moved on to your shoulder, the too loose neckline of the nightgown nearly falling off. 

You should slap him away, scream at him to leave, but you were too petrified to do so. 

At least, you thought that was what stopped you. The coldness of his fingers moved up the curve of your neck, the tips pausing on the pulsing vein. His thumb caressed the edge of your jaw. 

“Go to sleep.”

And like that, he disappeared into the night like smoke from a dying ember. 

You didn’t hear or see the door open or close, but you knew you were alone now. 

And you were furious. 

How dare he come here! How dare he–

Your feet hit the floor, heavy and without a care of being heard. Sleep, in protest of that madman’s orders, would now be impossible. Anger and frustration at your situation fueled something new within you.

You weren’t sure what it was or what it would lead to, but you followed it without question. Donning soft slippers and a thicker slip dress, you found a candle in the top drawer, along with a few matches and a holder. You lit the candle and left your room. 

Out. You needed to find a way out. Perhaps if you could get ahold of a piece of paper and a pen then you could write–

But how would you get it to someone who could take it to your family?

This place–somewhere in its halls or dusty room–had to hold the key. Something here had to be your savior, something to make this hope not without merit. 

You pinched the candleholder tightly in your hand. The tiny flame danced before your eyes, occasionally catching your attention away from where you were going. All of your senses were heightened, on the lookout for the next corner’s surprise. If one of them was awake at this hour, then more could be as well. Running into one of them could be detrimental–or a possibility for answers. Perhaps if you could get one of the others, one of the less… frightful ones, you might be able to plead for help. One surely would take pity on you. 

Or they would simply take advantage of the isolation.

Though that fear lingered in the back of your mind, you kept on your quiet steps. 

There wasn’t much you could see with the light of the candle. The floors, like your room, were of wood boards somewhat taken care of. Portraits and landscapes hung on the walls, but their colors had faded, no longer holding the joy of life they once had captured. 

Taking a left at a fork in the hall, you came to a large door that didn’t open like the others. It slid sideways on wheels like a ladder against tall bookshelves. As carefully as you could, you pushed the door open and glanced inside. 

The room was just a simple parlor, with an unlit fireplace and several stuffed chairs accompanied by small side tables. Most likely an unused smoke room for the gentlemen to disappear to after dinner. 

Across the room was another door, though this one seemed to be the normal kind that swung on hinges. On the other side was probably another hallway. A connecting room like this could be useful as a quick getaway, should the need arise. You mentally noted its existence and stepped inside, slowly sliding the door closed behind you. With a deep breath, you started for the other door.

“I don’t recall you being given free reign of the manor.”

You nearly dropped the candle from the unexpected voice. Careless! You should have inspected the room closer and then you would have seen Sehun clearly leaning back in one of the chairs, fully facing you. His expression was a friendly one, but rather one of deep irritation. It would seem you interrupted… something. Or maybe your mere existence was enough to annoy him. 

“I wasn’t explicitly told to stay in my room,” you argued, though not in a particularly strong voice. “Is there something wrong with me walking about?”

Sehun stood from the chair with inhuman grace. You had never seen someone move so smoothly, without fault or twitch. He had complete control of his lithe limbs and tall stature. Gangly would never apply to him. His steps were noiseless as he sauntered closer, stopping a foot or two away. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snarled. “It’s stupid to roam where you shouldn’t be.”

“Stupid?” It was one thing for you to scold yourself in your private thoughts, but you would not be insulted this way. “If I am so unwelcomed in this room then you can simply ask for me to leave.” You raised an eyebrow in challenge, hoping that would cover the pounding of your fearful heart. 

He didn’t appear to notice. His jaw shifted left to right, but no words left his lips. 

“Well, then.” You took your eyes away from him and started for the other door, holding on to that tiny bit of triumph.

An arm as strong as an iron bar flashed before you, blocking your way and refusing to move. Sehun’s palm was spread along the faded green pain of the wall. You shoved and pushed at the barrier, but nothing even made him flinch. He encroached, leaving behind any sense of personal space, much like Yixing just an hour before. He loomed over you, his upper lip curling into a mixture of a snarl and smirk. 

“That bravery is a mistake,” he hissed. You pressed your back against the wall and brought the candle close to you as if that tiny flame was enough to keep him at bay. 

Which was exactly the reaction he wanted. A sly, wicked smirk fully took over. 

Pursing his lips, he blew once, snuffing out the flame. For a few seconds, you were absolutely blind in the sudden darkness. Sehun was invisible to you, despite his closeness. However, you could feel his breath against your chin. It was cold, like a winter’s breeze. It should have been warm. Human breathes were warm. 

That chilling breath grew closer. It traveled from your nose to your cheek and then to your hair, ruffling the strands against your ear. Something nudged against your temple. He took a long, deep breath. His nose. Was he… smelling you?

Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness, absorbing any bits of moonlight that broke through the heavy curtains hanging from the short windows above your head. All you could see of Sehun was the slope of his shoulder and the outline of his hair. 

His head snapped up, making you squeak. But he didn’t acknowledge the jump, his eyes turned towards the hallway you had entered from. A low hiss vibrated in his chest. You could nearly feel it in your own. He glanced at you once, his eyes shining unnaturally in the dark. Then, he ran from the room at a speed no man should possess. 

You ran back to your room, the candle still gripped tightly by your side. Panic gripped you so completely that you passed the door to your sanctuary the first time. Once inside, you desperately searched for a way to lock the door. There was none. Alright. Fine. You would barricade the door then. 

Huffing shallow breaths, you pulled and pushed the armchair so it acted like a weight against the door. It might not be heavy enough to keep it shut forever, but at least entering would be a struggle. You had tried the more fortifying dresser first, but it had refused to shift even a centimeter. The chair was the best you could do. 

Ripping the blanket off of the bed, you draped the heavy fabric over your shoulders and sat down on the floor under the window. Your gaze stayed trained on the door, ears straining for the slightest sound to alert you for whoever came for you next. Sehun's cold breath still lingered against your skin. You rubbed at your cheek to try and make it go away. So close. He'd been so close. 

And Yixing. That was why you couldn't be on the bed. Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. Or even the night after that. It was tainted. You shivered at the memory of his closeness and pulled the blanket in closer. That one long cloth was now your shield, your protection. The object that kept you safe. In your mind, at least. In truth, it would be ripped away from you as easily as water slipping through your fingers. But the thought was enough. 

You tucked your chin in between the folds and kept watching the door. Soon, the night would get lighter. Already, the darkness didn't seem as strong. 

How long until one of them came? Until someone tried to push their way inside? You hoped it would be a long time. Even hoped that they would forget about you and you could find a way to make it out, survive the forest, and see your family again. The odds weren't in your favor, but that hope was a life line. 

As the moonlight shifted, your eyes grew heavy. It was a battle to keep them open. Each time they fluttered closed, you lost ground. Sleep that had eluded you so easily before now came back to reclaim its time. The door blurred before you and then sleep claimed its victory.

Tap, tap, tap.

Your eyes blinked open. It was still night. Or, perhaps, it was night again. This darkness felt new. The beginning of a fresh night. 

Tap, tap. 

You looked up at the window above your head. 

Tap, tap, tap. 

Little black dots hit the window before disappearing out of view. You frowned and pushed up off the floor, the protective blanket falling to the floor. Still emerging from sleep, your eyes took a moment to bring the scene into focus. At first, you merely saw a blur amongst the grass. 

Then, it took shape. 

You groaned. Jongdae was waving at you to come down.

You shook your head furiously. Safety was in here. And... though he didn’t feel quite as dangerous as the others, he still made you weary. The memories of Sehun and Yixing were still burnt freshly into your mind.

At your refusal, he visibly sighed. In his other hand hung a small cloth bag. He pulled a small bun from the bag and held it up to you. Your stomach grumbled and gurgled  in response. It looked… nice. You could almost smell the bread's delectable scent. Were you really going to give in to food? 

You needed an ally, you told yourself. He was different from the others. How much you weren't sure, but perhaps you could use that. If you could make him sympathetic to you– 

Mind made up, you turned from the wind and changed into more appropriate clothing. This time, you heeded Jongdae's advice and kept your hair down to cover your neck. It felt highly improper, like a hundred governesses would appear from nowhere to scold you for being so scandalous. But you shoved the invisible tsking women away and moved the chair just enough to exit into the hallway. 

It took some time to find your way outside. Jongdae now waited for you with his back against a lone tree that looked to be one more winter away from death.

"I'll note that food is a way to entice you out." 

You glared at him. "Did you have a reason for standing under my window instead of knocking on the door like a normal person?" 

"Junmyeon had tried to bring you breakfast around sunrise," he said as he inspected the perfectly browned bun still in his hand. "He couldn't get in, though." 

"I blocked the door," you explained casually. 

Jongdae raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by some measure. “Quick learner." 

"After some… events last night, precaution was necessary." 

"Yixing has restraint." He pushed off the tree and held the bun out to you. "You were lucky that Sehun was called off of you, though. His self-control is... lacking." 

You gaped at him, heat rising fiercely in your cheeks. "How did you–” 

“Know?" he smirked. "Secrets don't exist here. Best you learn that quickly." 

You narrowed your gaze at him. "No secrets?" 

Seeing right through you, he laughed, leaning forward and close to your face. "From us. Not for you." 

The pure arrogance in that reply. "That hardly seems fair."

"That's life,” He shrugged. Looking around for nothing in particular, he said, “Let's take a walk." 

The roll broke easily against your teeth. You chewed on the bite, resisting the urge to moan at its delicious flavor. The inside was still soft and fresh. Finally swallowing, you refused him a single step. "Why?"

"You've been sleeping on a hard floor all day,” he said pointedly. You didn’t want to think about how he possibly knew that. "You need to move." For an extra enticement, he held up the linen bag. More where that came from, he said without speaking. 

The bun in your hand, though all of its warmth was gone, was like heaven in your stomach. But it certainly wouldn't be enough. "Fine." 

You followed him alongside the house, not bothering to speak so you could continue eating. The last of the orange glow of day disappeared into the horizon far ahead of you. Yes, you had really slept for all those sunlit hours. Once again, night, it would seem, was to be your day. Chewing on the last bit of bun, you held your hand for the next morsel. 

"We’re greedy this evening," Jongdae chuckled. 

 "Did you think I came for your company?" You couldn’t help but give a spiteful response. 

Not offended in the slightest, he threw you a rather despicable smile. "Better my company then one of the others."

Though you agreed, you refused to do so aloud. "Are you that different from them?"

He didn't answer. Staring ahead, he reached into the bag and pulled out another bun, holding it out for you. 

"Is this to keep me from asking more questions?"

You managed to make him chuckle. "No. Just to keep you occupied while I answer the last one." 

Too curious, you accepted the bun and took a bite. Jongdae sighed and clasped his hands behind his back, the now nearly empty bag dangling from his fingertips. "We're all different from each other. I'm not more different from them. Though I am better than the others at controlling myself." 

Your steps faltered. "Controlling yourself?" 

He nodded. As you passed under another tree, he reached out and swing up into the branches without exerting effort, sitting on a branch well out of your own reach. 

"What are you? All of you,” you asked in a breathy gasp. All they were capable of doing was adding up, but logic told you repeatedly it was impossible. You wanted to try and rationalize it, even try to convince yourself that you were still sick with fever. But this was all too real to be a mere hallucination. What it all meant, however, you couldn’t understand. 

Hands grasped around two of the branches, he leaned forward and closed the gap between you. "You seem moderately intelligent. I'm sure you can discover the answer on your own." 

"As flattering as that is," you huffed through clenched teeth, "if the answer means danger then you should be the man to tell me." 

"If?" Jongdae laughed, as if he had read your mind. He jumped from the tree, flattening the bits of hair that had fallen out of place with his fingers. Despite playing in the tree like a child, he looked ever so the gentleman.

"’If' is a fantasy.” He glanced behind you. Scared, you followed his gaze, but there was no one there. When you turned back around, you gasped. His nose was mere centimeters from yours. "It does mean danger. You need to keep your eyes and ears open. Happy or not, you are here for a long while and no one is coming for you.'' 

You swallowed back tears as his words planted firmly in your heart. Now, you truly accepted it. No running, no escape. You were at their mercy. Whatever they were. And though Jongdae gave the impression that he was on your side, his help was firmly limited. Food and company, that was all he was good for. 

Walking once again, you solemnly finished the last bit of bun as Jongdae kept pace. When the second helping of bread ran out, you chewed on your next few words. If you were here for the foreseeable future, you might as well know this land’s history. 

"Who’s house is this?"

"Hm?" Jongdae had been lost in thoughts of his own, it appeared. He blinked himself back to the present conversation. "Oh. The manor is Kyungsoo's." 

"Kyungsoo's?" you repeated. Odd. The answer you had been expecting was the obvious: Junmyeon. He seemed to be the one everyone looked to for answers or leadership. His word was law, yet this land did not fall to him. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, felt too... isolated, cut away to be the rightful owner of this grand place. The few lords you had met before all possessed the same self-awareness and high opinion of themselves. Kyungsoo didn’t give the appearance that he cared about either. 

"Yes,” Jongdae nodded, his previous teasing gone now. “He inherited it from his father. The family used to own as much land as the eye could see. But his father was a gambler. Terrible at cards, wonderful at losing. They had to sell the land to keep the debtors at bay. Now, all that is left is this manor and a bit of the surrounding land, but no tenants. The glory of the family is now reduced to this.” 

You listened to the story with careful respect. It was one sadly more common among the nobility then they wished to admit. Land was constantly switching family names, sometimes it was difficult to keep track. A small fear you had was accidentally reminding a high nobility of their careless ancestor. "What's his family name?" 

"Jongdae! Here's where you disappeared off to." 

Your stroll in the moonlight stuttered to a halt. 

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[stellaruniversewriters]

The Ocean That Lies Under the Rain por King-Yeom

❝ Kyung Soo estava com seu carro estacionado do lado de fora do Banco Nacional, ajeitando alguns de seus documentos no assento do passageiro quando as primeiras gotas de água se chocaram contra o vidro escurecido do automóvel. Ele imaginava que seria apenas mais um dia chuvoso quando, de repente, um zumbido irritante ecoou em seus ouvidos e deu lugar ao som de uma guitarra que surgiu ao fundo de sua mente momentos mais tarde. Era uma sonoridade inicialmente destoante e fraca, que se confundia à melodia lamuriosa da água; no entanto, à medida que a tempestade do lado de fora tomava forma, o som aumentava ao ponto de enlouquecê-lo.

Ele se encolheu sobre o banco do motorista e se virou ensandecido para todos os cantos ao tentar encontrar a origem da música, na esperança de que viesse de algum restaurante ou pub nas redondezas. Chegou ao ponto de sair do carro na tentativa de identificar a origem da sonância — o frio da água invadiu suas roupas e tornou o tecido mais pesado contra seu corpo magro, retesando os músculos ao ponto do desconforto, porém não havia nada além do som da guitarra e da chuva.

E isso tornava tudo mais estranho.

Não havia qualquer outro som, além da guitarra e da chuva.❞

Personagens principais: Do Kyungsoo, Kim Minseok, Park Chanyeol [EXO]

Gêneros: Comédia, Drama, Ficção, Universo alternativo, Romance, Gay/Yaoi e mais...

Tema principal: Rainverse

LEIA MAIS EM NOSSO PERFIL DO SPIRIT FANFICS

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[bpcybhk]

Olá!

Eu sou a Tata, e estou aqui para te convidar para uma jornada de coração e alma. Minha nova história, "Apenas sete dias - Sete noites de redenção" (Chanbaek), já está disponível no Wattpad e promete ser uma viagem inesquecível.

Imagine ter apenas sete dias para reconquistar o amor da sua vida. É isso que Chanyeol enfrenta após meses de trabalho incessante que o afastaram de Baekhyun, o homem que ele ama. Agora, com o divórcio batendo à porta, Chanyeol pede sete dias para se despedir, mas em seu coração, ele tem um plano secreto para reconquistar Baekhyun.

Cada capítulo é um dia na contagem regressiva dessa emocionante história de amor, perda e redenção. Será que Chanyeol pode reverter o destino e salvar seu amor? Junte-se a nós para descobrir!

Para começar a ler, basta procurar por "Apenas sete dias - Sete noites de redenção" no Wattpad ou visitar meu perfil @bpcybhk. Não esqueça de deixar suas estrelas e comentários; adoraria saber o que você pensa!

Com carinho,

Tata! ♡

[𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎]

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[exouniverse]

Ob(li)vious - Moodboard • Minseok x gn!reader

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[proudahgase-exol]

Exo masterlist

Here you will fine everything I had made for exo. :)

-𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 ♡

Last updated: 11/23/23

Guide: ♤ angst - ❀ fluff - ♡ smut - ✧ text au

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

-

Nothing here yet….

𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 ♤ ❀ ♡

𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 ♤ ❀

𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 ✧

Nothing here yet….

ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 ♤ ❀ ♡

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 ♤

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕖’𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ❀ ♡ ✧

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖? ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 / 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖…… ❀ ✧

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝔻.𝕆 ❀

Nothing here yet….

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 ♤

𝕊𝕖𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 ✧

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 ✧ ♡

𝕊𝕖𝕙𝕦𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕪/𝕟 (ᴍɪɴɪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ♤ ❀ ♡

ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔹𝔽!𝕊𝕖𝕙𝕦𝕟 ✧

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 ❀

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕫𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 ❀

𝕊𝕖𝕩 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕩𝕠 ♤ ❀ ♡

𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ♡

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ♡

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕡 ♤ ❀ ✧

ℙ𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 ❀ ✧

ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕩𝕠 ✧

Love fool

1:54 ━━━━⬤─────── 3:24

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If you don’t see a member’s name here is because I haven’t made nothing for them. Photos aren’t mine found them on Pinterest *credit to owner*

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[its-not-sof]

37, 38 & 44 with Xiumin for the drabbles, please? 💖 u!

“I missed the hell out of you…” + “I want you so bad right now.” + “Make love to me”

It had felt like an eternity since you’d felt your boyfriend’s embrace, each passing second was too long to wait to see him. You knew his work was important, and you knew you couldn’t risk being seen with him in public, but it was getting harder to watch him on your tv screen and not have him home in your arms.

You secretly counted down the days until he was done with his most recent tour, and at long last, today was the day he was finally expected to return.

Lights had been dimmed, candles lit, and a brand new lingerie set was waiting to be unveiled. You couldn’t be more prepared to make up for lost time.

A soft click caught your attention. The door to your apartment slowly opened, revealing your very tired, but very handsome, significant other. Your eyes locked for a second before you came running towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

Your boyfriend returned the embrace eagerly, lifting you up off the ground and into his arms.

“I missed the hell out of you…” he whispered, kissing your neck before finding your waiting lips.

“I missed you more, I think,” you hummed, kissing him back with unrestrained passion.

“Every night I wished I could be here with you,” Xiumin sighed between embraces. “And here you are, all dressed up just for me.”

You smiled, a slight blush coloring your cheeks. You had almost forgotten what you were wearing until you felt the cool rush of air on your exposed skin. The silk teddy you chose left very little to the imagination. Xiumin’s hungry gaze swept across your body.

You caught his lips in another passionate kiss, running your hands down his chest as you pressed your body into his. You could already feel the effect you had on him.

“I want you so bad right now…” He murmured desperately, hands gripping your exposed skin and pulling you even closer to him.

You moaned softly as he kneaded at your flesh and bit your lower lip, a pleasurable heat building in your insides. You brought your hands up to caress his face, looking into his lust-filled eyes.

“Make love to me,” you whispered, desperate and sincere.

Xiumin smiled, full of love and passion, and wordlessly obeyed your command. All night.

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[serenity-lattes]

A = angst

F = fluff

M = mature themes, 14+, not smut

Reader is non-descriptive unless stated otherwise.

If it doesn’t have a link, it isn’t posted yet.

NOTE: NO LONGER WRITING FOR THIS FANDOM

Jung Hoseok

• Go Eat Slugs

One Shot: Hufflepuff!Hoseok x Slytherin!Reader (F) One sided enemies to lovers. Hoseok just wants to go to the Yule Ball with Reader, but they have deemed him their arch nemesis.

Byun Baekhyun

• For You

Drabble: Baekhyun x Reader (F) Established Relationship. Baekhyun is discharged from his military service and Reader is there to greet him with flowers.

Oh Sehun

•  Tender Loving Care

One Shot: Sehun x Doctor!Reader (F) Sehun hurts himself and ends up in the ER, but he might be finding excuses to come back to see the really pretty doctor. Do they agree to go on a date with him or not?

Park Chanyeol

• Good Night

Drabble: Chanyeol x Reader (F) Chanyeol can’t fall asleep until Reader comes to bed and reads to him.

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[baekxytocin]

100 Days My Prince - Part 50

Part 50 – Not 52, Not 51, Just One

Fluff

Character:

Reader

D.O.

Xiumin

‘Seems like you have a competition with someone in the house now’

731 words

You feel energetic today as you know that your husband is coming home for the weekend. You manage to finish your work for this week on a positive note and you feel nice about it. You remember to retrieve the Teolaegi from D.O. as well. After work, you go to his company right away.

You almost call D.O. when you see Xiumin around. “Oppa!” he sees you and quickly goes to greet you.

“Hi! You look…. Jumpy, today” Xiumin plays with the words, making you laugh.

“I’m in a good mood today because Baekhyun will come home today for the weekend” and Xiumin gives his thumbs up. “So, what brings you here?”

“The Teolaegi! Hubby has told D.O. about it, and he said I can get the Teolaegi from him…. But I don’t know how….” you wonder for a moment.

“Oh. Then, let’s go in. He went to the toilet just now after we practice. Let’s see if he has returned.”

You walk along with Xiumin to the training room. As soon as you arrive in the room, you see a medium size of Teolaegi placed in a sitting position at one of the corners of the training room. You are almost out of breath.

“Whoa…. Is that…. is that it?” your eyes stick to the medium size of the Teolaegi stuffed animal.

“I think so. Kyungsoo brought it earlier before we started our dance practice. See, I told you. You asked Baekhyun to get you the Teolaegi, right? He can get the Teolaegi easily since he is the creator, you already get one today” Xiumin explains.

“Hehehe, yeah. Oh, by the way, where are the rest of the members? You get curious.

“Oops. You just missed them. They just go home right away after our dance practice. You want to meet them too?” Xiumin asks.

“Oh, no, no. I just ask. I only want to see D.O. Oppa. Then, don’t you want to go home as well?”

“Later. I need to practice more of my Serenity dance. It feels a bit hard this time to comprehend the choreography. I may be back at night” as he explains, you see D.O. comes into the dance room and you quickly wave at him.

He waves back at you but jogs a little across the room to get the Teolaegi. Then he passes it to you.

“There you go. You want the Teolaegi, right?” D.O. asks.

“Yup, thank you!” you didn’t tell him how much you want, but seeing the Teolaegi become yours already makes you happy.

“Hyung said that you want 52 Teolaegi” Xiumin laughs when he listens to D.O.

“Yah Y/N. Are you trying to bully your husband?” Xiumin and D.O. continue to laugh.

“I’m not!” you laugh along with them. “I thought if I don’t get a giant Teolaegi, maybe 52 Teolaegi keychains enough” you continue.

“What are you going to do with 52 of them? Are you going to hang it on your bag like you ever did before with another keychain?” Xiumin laughs again when you nod at his question.

“You know, you really like Baekhyun Hyung sometimes; a jokester” D.O. is intrigued with your character.

“I know right! Jokester household. But I think she is way braver to joke about it in public” Xiumin adds.

“I think he can do it too. But because many people know him, then he can’t do it since it may ruin his image and reputation” D.O. replies. “Well, sorry Y/N, not 52, not even 51, only one Teolaegi I can get you. I don’t know what to tell the staff if I suddenly want to have 52 Teolaegi keychains” he continues.

“Nah, never mind. I’m okay with it. At least I have this snuggly friend to company me at night when he returns to the camp or next time when he goes to a concert abroad” Xiumin tilts his head when listening to you.

“So, the Teolaegi is called snuggly friend now?” Xiumin and D.O. crack into laughter once again. You just grin widely.

“Whatever” you laugh along with them while taking a look at your watch. “Oh gosh, I must go back now. I think he’s home already.”

“Alright. See you again” you wave both of them goodbye and go home.

Meanwhile, D.O….

Hyung, seems like you have a competition with someone in the house now. He’s called Snuggly Friend.

To be continued….

Uploaded on: 20th January 2023

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[witchakyeon]

❧ Honey | Xiuleo Oneshot

“Do you consider yourself attractive?”

Taekwoon rolled his eyes dramatically and set his wine glass on the coffee table. “Of course I do. Are we looking at the same thing?”

Minseok lifted his eyes from his cell phone and snickered, which made Taekwoon snicker, and before they knew it, they were laughing so hard their stomachs were sore.

“You’re a narcissist!”

“I am not! Don’t blame me for taking pride in my appearance!”

“That’s exactly what a narcissist would say!”

“Fine,” Taekwoon chuckled as he ran a hand through his messy curls. “I’ll let you answer this one for me, then. Do you think I’m attractive?”

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[marshmallow-phd]

A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won't let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2

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The fever took over almost as soon as you left the bathroom. Your feet had become heavier, like lead refusing to be moved. Your vision went black before you made it to the bed. Consciousness came and went, images you weren't sure were real or not blurred your vision. A man wiped your forehead with a cloth. Another fed you salty broth. Two more held you upright as someone changed the sweat-soaked pillowcase. The last image you remember was the lingering presence of someone near the doorway. All you could register was his short black hair and white tunic. He turned from the bed and walked out of the room as you fell back asleep.

*****

A long groan rumbled your throat as your eyes blinked open. The fever that had consumed your body was gone. Your rough tongue scraped the roof of a mouth desperate for moisture. Every limb was sore from not being used. A small pain still pushed at your head, but it was bearable.  Only a small measure of light broke the edges of the curtain. It was either barely dawn or the very end of twilight. 

"It would seem you're past the worst of it." 

You gasped at the unexpected voice. Junmyeon emerged from the shadows and stood at the edge of the bed. He tilted his head, the upper half of his face still cloaked in the darkness. 

"I was sick," you stated to no one in particular. Perhaps in mere confirmation for yourself. 

Junmyeon nodded. "You had a fever for two days". 

"Two days!" you gasped. You were supposed to arrive to your aunt today. If you didn't show– 

An echoing thud interrupted your thoughts. You sat up slowly, groaning at the protest of your arms and torso. Junmyeon kicked the familiar chest on the floor again. Excitement pushed away all remaining consequences of the fever. It was your trunk with all your things. Soon, you could be on your way again, with a harrowing tale for your worried relative. 

"We found it this morning," he explained. "Along with the driver." 

Your heart leapt. "He's–"

"Dead. Probably broke his neck from the fall." His voice was void of empathy. Death–at least the kind not directly in contact with himself–did not affect him. "The carriage isn't salvageable. and the roads are still practically swamps.” 

Each breath you took in came faster and faster, more shallow than the last. How could the roads still be unfit for travel? The room began to tilt. "So, what does that mean for me?" Perhaps you would have to wait for a replacement carriage or for your aunt to come get you herself. 

He looked to the door with a resigned expression. "You will stay here until we deem fit." 

"What!" You scrambled out of the bed. Your knees buckled as soon you feet touched the rug. Going so long without proper nutrition and being sick with fever left you weak. Junmyan caught before you could be injured, sweeping you up into his arms. A mild shiver chattered your teeth. Through your thin nightgown you could feel the icy chill of his fingers. How one's skin could be the temperature of snow, you didn't know. 

He laid you back down on the bed with a rather smug expression. "Traveling isn't in your best interest. You need to regain your strength." 

You swallowed thickly. "And after that?" 

The only answer you received was a smile.

"You can't keep me here!" 

"Eat," he ordered, gesturing to the small table in the corner. A silver tray with fresh morsels sat and waited to be consumed. "You're free to roam the manor as you choose, but remember: there is nothing for miles, not even an inn. You'll meet a hungry wolf before coming across another human." He bowed as if he were a gentleman and left you alone to accept your circumstances.

*****

A small amount of strength returned to you after eating. Although fasting in protest could have been effective, you pathetically couldn't resist. Food had always been a favorite weakness of yours. 

The next form of protest you tried was keeping to your room. But after a few hours of not a footstep outside, you concluded self-confinement was only useful if someone noticed. 

From your trunk you pulled one of the more plain dresses that had been packed for you. It wasn't too difficult to dress yourself. The true trouble came for your hair. Despite being in bed for several days, no knots caused you pain. That, however, was the extent of your talent. Charlotte, your maid, had been the one to curl and pin your hair in the latest fashions. The best you could do was tie it back with a plain blue ribbon. Squaring your shoulders, you yanked the door open with force and shelled out of the room. 

Up and down the different halls, you tried to make sense of the layout. This manor expanded in nearly every direction. You went upstairs and down again, unsure of where you were. The bit of light that managed to fight past the thick curtains that hung in front of every window grew in strength. But though the day grew older, you saw none of the residents. No sound alerted you to any being close. It gave you an eerie feeling. It was as if you were alone but an ever lingering presence haunted every corner.

You took another random left turn. And stopped. 

The front door was just on the other side of this hall. You scanned the area around you. Your ears strained to hear anyone that could possibly be near. Not even a bird sang outside. You took a step. Then another. And another. One at a time, you paused between each step, waiting for one of the lords to suddenly appear and drag you back to your room. 

Huh. Your room. As if your stay here would be forever permanent. You prayed that they would soon grow bored of you and send you on your way. All this could be was a terrible joke because they had no other way to occupy their time. 

You'd reached the door. Possible freedom lied on the other side. Yet, your fingers hovered above the handle. Junmyeon's warning waded through your mind like a morning fog. Nothing for miles. Surely if that was true, the driver would have stopped rather than continue on in the storm. 

And then there were the wolves. You knew of their existence. And how a human could be just as satisfactory as elk if they thought they could overpower whoever they came across. To them, you would certainly make easy prey. 

"Doors only move when one opens them."

With a shrill gasp, you whirled around and pressed your back against the door. The one who drew your bath last night–Jongdae–was leaning against the entrance to the side parlor. He stared at you with a bored expression, his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Where did you come from?" you demanded. You had looked in the parlor as you passed. No one was in there. 

He waved an uncaring hand in the air. "Around. I heard you walking and when it stopped, I came to see why.” 

"You heard me walking?" You'd put slippers on before leaving the room since your boots were still caked with mud. You could hardly hear your own steps against the wood boards. 

Jongdae merely raised an eyebrow, refusing to explain. You huffed. The previous fright in you disappeared. Pushing off of the door, you shuffle past him and into the parlor. Your feet were beginning to pulse after walking around for hours. You sat in one of the cushioned chairs to give them some relief. 

Before you could blink, Jongdae was seated in the chair across from you. 

"How did you do that?” 

Smug, he leaned back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. "Would you like a tour?" 

"Not if you refuse to answer my questions," you scoffed. 

The corners of his lips curled upward. "I think it might be better if you figure it out for yourself. Over time." 

That earned another huff. You especially disliked the insinuation that you would be here for a long while. Hope still flickered in you like a warm ember, desperate for fuel. 

Jongdae stared at you quizzically. "Why didn’t you run?” 

"Because, there isn't anywhere to run to," you answered quietly. You were lucky to make it here in the first place. Regardless if you were imprisoned or not, you were thankful to be alive. 

Still eyeing you with that studious share, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. "Is there another reason you don't want to leave?" 

You swallowed thickly. It was impossible for him to read your thoughts. He couldn't possibly know that something else held you back. "It's safe here–”

 "We both know this place isn't safe for you," he snapped. "Your instinct should be to run as far as you can.” 

"B-but the wolves..." your voice trailed off, overshadowed by the thumping of your heart. 

"The wolves are nothing compared to here." He stood and all seriousness melted away as he stretched his limbs. "Or maybe they aren't. Perhaps that simply depends on you." You flinched as he reached for you. He didn't pause and his fingers  passed your face, instead pulling at the ribbon in your hair until it came loose and dropped the fabric in your lap. "I wouldn't wear your hair like that. 

You frowned at him. The men here weren't exactly the epitome of current style. "Why?"

“Keep pulling it back like that and you'll have your answer." He dared to wink at you before strolling from the parlor. 

It took a little while to find your room again. Part of you wondered if you should have accepted Jongdae's offer of a tour. Another part stubbornly insisted you would find your own way eventually. 

Sitting down at the small table, you pulled the curtain back. Your room was on the second floor, which gave you a decent view of the grounds. 

Unlike most of the forest you remember seeing, this area was void of life. The trees were bare, their branches rigid and spindly. No birds or other woodland creatures scurried about. There was plenty of grass and garden hedges, but somehow all of the beauty was sapped from their blades and leaves. A few stone benches and structures were scattered about the estate, but whatever stunning carvings they used to present had been worn away. A sadness had overtaken this land, infected its very core. Not even the sunlight–now making its way to the other horizon–felt warm. How could anyone live amongst this?

All your strength gained through breakfast waned. You didn’t need sleep, per se, but rest wasn’t a terrible idea. Leaning back, you tucked your feet under you and shuffled into the corner of the chair. Your eyes slowly closed–

And snapped open at the soft knock from the door. You scowled at the door. It replied with another knock. With a huff, you stood and crossed the room, pulling the door open with force. "Yes?" 

Junmyeon smirked at your hostility. "It's time for dinner."

You looked down, but his hands were empty. No new silver tray in sight. 

"Dinner is with us." 

Your throat tightened as his words sunk in. With them. 

He motioned with his head. "Come." 

"I have to change." 

His eyes raked you up and down, then he raised an eyebrow. "Why?" 

Why? Because you always charged for dinner when you weren't dining with only your family. It simply wasn't proper to wear what you were tramping around in all day. 

When you neither spoke nor moved, he reached behind you and pulled the door closed, pushing you out of the room and into his chest. He chuckled at the contact. You shoved him away. His amusement didn't waver. "The dining hall is this way." 

Understanding that the only way you would eat was by following him, you complied. He led you to one of the familiar staircases, but then down a hallway you didn't recognize. The dining hall sat on the other end. Past the grand entrance was a long, dark red table that ran the length of the room with the ability to seat at least twenty. An old chandelier hung from the ceiling, a few of the precious crystals missing. A roaring fire clicked and cracked on the opposite wall. 

"You'll  sit here." Junmyeon startled you as he pulled a chair just to the left of the head of the table. All the other available seats were occupied. With your chin held high, you accepted, letting him push the chair in. Then he sat at the head. 

There were four chairs on each side of the banquet table, haphazardly spaced, and a lone chair at the other end. To your immediate right was the one named Yixing.  He stared at you with narrowed, interested eyes that somehow made his already sharp features lethal. You dropped your gaze instantly, finally noticing the food in front of you. Your eyes lifted... no one else had a meal, only a goblet full of wine. 

"Has everyone else eaten?"

"Mm," Junmyeon hummed over the rim of his glass. When the goblet left his mouth, a faint red smear remained behind. He licked his lips slowly to wipe it away. "We don't typically... eat dinner, but thought of it as an opportunity to introduce you.” 

A few chuckles echoed around the room, but the joke was lost on you. 

"Eat," Junmyeon motioned to your plate. All eyes were trained on you. The silverware clinked and clattered as you picked up the fork and knife. Would the food be poisoned? Did they get some sick enjoyment from this? You cut off a small bite of chicken. Each bite was slow, testing the flavor. It wasn't beautifully seasoned, but you couldn't taste any bitter poison underneath. You swallowed and cut another bite. 

Satisfied, Junmyeon motioned to the man on his right. "This is Jongin.” 

"You have a pretty name," the man purred. You merely stared at him and continued to eat. He laughed from his chest. "Then Chanyeol." This one bowed in his chair with a flourish of his arm. "Jongdae." He winked. You scowled at him. "Sehun." This one didn't look at you, looking bored as he leaned back lazily in his chair, sipping from his glass. "Kyungsee at the end."

Kyungsoo, who had been staring at the table, his chin resting on folded fingers. He glanced at you but immediately looked away when he met your gaze. 

"That one is Minseok," Junmyen went on. The one named Minseok smiled at you with an eerily feline grin. "Baekhyun." He, too, grinned at you in a way that sent a chill down your spine. "And next to you, I'm sure you remember, is Yixing." 

You didn't look at him again. Putting down the silverware, you gave your attention back to Junmyeon. "When can I leave?" 

He scoffed before he could take another sip of wine. "I already told you. Until we deem fit."

"You can't keep me here!" 

"Maybe you should have considered that before you came here.”

"You might enjoy it here," Baekhyun hummed. 

"I doubt it," you snapped back. 

Chanyeol leaned forward onto the table. “Do you have family?" 

You swallowed nervously. "Yes." 

"You should ask her if she has a lover," Jongdae crooned. When all eyes jerked to him, you carefully slid the knife over to your right hand under the rim of the plate. By luck, you had decided to wear a dress with sleeves. You just needed to conceal the knife until you were back in your room. 

"Do you?" Jongin asked of you, a little too interested for your comfort. 

You glared daggers at Jongdae. "No, I don't." 

His lips curled gleefully. "I don't believe you." He shrugged. "Then again, maybe it's not a lover that you’re trying to avoid." 

"My aunt is expecting me." 

"And she'll keep expecting you," Junmyeon growled. 

A hand flashed out of nowhere, snatching up your wrist and catching the knife before it fell to the floor. "I wouldn't do that," Yixing warned. You tried to yank your wrist back, but he took the opportunity to bring you closer to him. 

Junmyeon sighed. "Yixing.” 

Revealing who was in charge Yixing released your wrist, but he put the knife in front of him. Small indentations appeared along the blade that weren’t there before. A perfect fit for a hand. 

You stood with such force that your chair overturned behind you. 

"Finished already?" Jongin teased. 

You gave a single hard nod and stormed out of the dining hall. None of them stopped you. 

"This is going to be fun," one of them chuckled. A chair scraped hastily against the floor and you hurried faster to your room.

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[chanye-ohl]

description: His chest isn't gently rising and falling, his eyes aren't moving below his lids as if in a deep dream. The more Chanyeol looks at him, the clearer and more painful it gets. Jongdae isn't sleeping.

Jongdae is dead.

relationship: Park Chanyeol/Chen (Kim Jongdae)/Xiumin (Kim Minseok)

tags: Resurrection, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Mad Scientists, Horror, Polyamory

warnings: Temporary Character Death, Needles

part of Hail Chen Fest Round 4: ResurrecChen

(graphic by:)

@/hailchen on twitter

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[optimizche]

Daddy's Little Princess  (Kim Minseok / Reader smut)

You were seated, ready and armed. Your vantage point was a good distance away, an empty rooftop of an abandoned warehouse.

The night sky was without the presence of a moon, giving you just the perfect amount of darkness to cloak yourself in. Dressed in your dark tactical suit, binoculars in hand, you waited.

"They're on their way," you heard Sehun's voice in your earpiece. "Two minutes."

You were ready.

Through your binoculars, you could see two town-cars pull up on opposite ends of the alleyway, blocking either exits.

Out of the black town-car, he came out.

Minseok.

He was known as Xiumin by the underworld, feared for his ruthlessness and calculative nature. Leader of the organized crime syndicate that ran this city, Minseok was an effective leader. Extortions, frauds, kidnappings, money laundering, assassinations and drug-distribution, Minseok's gang did it all.

It was his methamphetamine chemist who had turned to Minseok's rival, David, betraying him for a greater sum of money.

Minseok's right hand man, Junmyeon had arranged this meeting, between David, the defector chemist and Minseok.

Through your binoculars, you could see Minseok and Junmyeon step out of their black town-car.

The chemist and David stepped out of the white one.

Dropping your binoculars, you turned to the scope of your sniper rifle.

Any moment now.

You could see Minseok talking to David, an agitated expression on his face. He had been hurt by the chemist's betrayal, since he'd been the one to discover him and nurture him. Minseok had lifted the chemist from certain bankruptcy and made him a rich man, all in return for his methamphetamine formula. Only to be betrayed by him for more money.

You waited with bated breath, finger resting on the trigger of your rifle. Any moment now.

You were waiting for Minseok's signal.

The four men in the alleyway argued for a few more minutes and then it happened.

Minseok reached into his blazer and drew out a Cuban cigar, lighting it up.

That was it.

You fired.

You shot David and the chemist in the back of their heads, watching their blood spatter and their bodies slump to the ground, a pool of blood forming around them.

"Well done," you heard Sehun's voice in your earpiece. You smirked.

Mission accomplished.

It was time to vanish.

_______________________

When you walked into your apartment later that night, you could sense his presence there.

You could smell a whiff of his favourite cologne along with the smoke of his favoured cigars on the air.

Sure enough, you found him, lounging on your couch.

The moment he spotted you, he was upon you.

"Kitten..." he breathed between hungered kisses, his hands undoing your ponytail, freeing your hair while his lips worked against yours with an urgency that always came after such meetings.

After seeing death.

The adrenaline rush did this to him.

Every time.

Before you knew it, he was kneeling before you, pressing your back against the nearest wall, undoing your jeans.

Tugging them down, he discarded them, before helping you remove your shoes, his lips placing soft kisses along your inner thighs.

You knew he was here to reward you for a job well done.

He touched you through the lace of your panties.

"You knew I'd be here, didn't you, kitten?" he hummed in contentment, pressing his nose against the soaked fabric, inhaling the scent of your arousal. "You knew I'd be here to reward you, didn't you?"

You sighed. "Yes, Daddy. I knew you'd be here. I've been such a good girl for you, haven't I?"

"Yes, babygirl," he breathed, slowly shifting the lace covering you to the side, before finally pressing his lips against your cunt. "Such a good girl..."

You moaned, your fingers curling into his hair, while he tasted you.

His tongue ran through your folds, sampling the sweetness of your essence, his hands resting on your hips, holding you in place.

"Daddy..." you moaned, head falling back against the wall, your hands working to unbutton your shirt and discard it. It had suddenly become too hot for clothes.

His hand crept between your legs, two fingers slipping into you with ease. You gasped.

Your hips began to roll into his hand, bucking against his mouth as your sought release.

Minseok knew how much you loved it, having him eat you out, watching this brutal crime-lord sink to his knees before you, his face buried between your legs.

He knew it was the perfect way to reward you.

By the way your breaths hitched and the way your grip on his hair tightened, he knew you were close.

"Daddy... Daddy.... Daddy...." you were mumbling, eyes closed, arching against the wall.

He looked up at you from between your legs, his eyes on your face when you finally came. He loved how you looked when you came: the flush on your cheeks, sweat shimmering on your skin, lips parted and eyes closed. Nothing but ecstasy on your face and his name falling from your lips in an endless prayer.

His mouth worked you through your peak, drinking every last drop of the evidence of your climax.

He could never get enough of you.

You slumped against the wall when the pleasure ebbed away, and he chuckled, seeing the blissed out look on your face.

Gathering you up into his arms, he took you to your bedroom.

"Look at what I got you, babygirl," he breathed into your ear, tipping his head in the direction of your bed.

You looked at it and gasped.

The mattress of your bed was stacked with cash. Bundles upon bundles of hundred dollar bills, stacked neatly into a pile that covered every square inch of your bed.

"What's this?" you asked.

He laughed and pushed you down on top of the pile. "I wanted to fuck my babygirl on the pile of cash she earned tonight. Wiring the money into your account is so boring..." he said, pouting playfully while he unbuckled his pants. "Fucking my best assassin on a bed of her money is a much more fun way of rewarding her..."

You giggled, watching him as he undressed before coming to your waiting arms and removing the last bit of clothing that kept you hidden from him, your underwear.

When he sank into your depths, you welcomed him with a relieved moan. He was here. He was finally here, inside you, to soothe the ache that you always felt for him.

Cupping his face, you brought him to you for a kiss. "I've missed you, Daddy," you moaned against his lips.

"I know, princess," he groaned, rolling his hips against yours in sharp, deep thrusts. "I've missed you too."

Never ceasing his thrusts, he kissed along your neck, going lower until he was at your breasts. Cupping the soft mounds in his hands, he suckled at your nipples, until they were hard peaks, glistening with his saliva.

"Daddy... I'm-" you mewled, letting your head fall back against the stack of cash he was fucking you on. "I'm close..."

"Come for me, kitten," he breathed against your breast, reaching down between your legs and stroking your clit between his fingers.

Your orgasm came upon you like a tidal wave, making you cry out his name, your cunt clenching and contracting around him like a vice, bringing him to his own release. You milked him for all he had, and he spilled into you, filling you with cum.

When he withdrew from you, you watched him with hooded eyes as he spread your thighs, watching his cum dribble out from you, onto the money you were lying upon.

"My favorite sight," he mused, running his fingers through your folds, collecting his cum and massaging it into the skin of your inner thigh.

"I love you, Daddy," you moaned, bringing him to you for a kiss.

"Daddy loves his little princess," he replied, before meeting your lips.

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[thinkyoureholy]

No Rest For The Wicked [7]

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Pairing : Kim Minseok / [Fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, a bit Gory, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Zombie Apocalypse! AU

Words : 2.3k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I pushed myself off the dead biter, laying next to it as I stared up at the sky. I tapped my gun against the ground, trying to come up with something, anything to get of the situation I got myself into. I ground my teeth at the sound of the biters from the roof of the hospital. In my anger and frustration I sat up, aiming my gun at the biters, seeing some walk over the edge while most stayed atop the roof. Without thinking I shot at as many as my gun allowed. After the seventh bullet the gun just made a clicking noise but I kept shooting, crying out hopelessly. Just as I had laid back I heard the sound or tires screeching.

“Y/N?!”

I rose my head at the sound of his voice, the words falling from my lips before I could stop them, “You idiots! You weren’t supposed to come back for me! You should’ve left when you had the chance!”

“I told you I’m not leaving you, Minseok would have my head if I did.” He paused for a second before continuing, “Are you hurt?”

I said nothing for a second before looking down at my leg, “Y-Yeah. My knee...it--it popped out of place, I think it might be fractured too…”

I heard him curse but before he could say anything else Suri yelled out, “Hurry the fuck up and get down here! They're coming!”

At that I dragged myself to where their voices were coming from, seeing Chanwoo hanging out of the window as he looked up at me, Suri in the driver's seat. I looked over to the hospital parking lot to see Suri was right. Without a warning or another thought I jumped down from the roof. I cried out when I landed, my leg now in excruciating pain. I looked down to see my kneecap had popped back out but this time it was so much worse. This--this was never going to heal properly, especially with how things were, and I knew I'd be walking with a limp for as long as I stayed alive for. But that wasn't the most alarming thing...I could see a bone sticking out against my skin, it actually pierced the skin. Just as I reached a trembling hand to it I felt arms scoop me off the floor and put me in the car. I look up to see that it was Chanwoo as he got in the back seat with me as Suri drove off.

“Shit this is bad--this is so fucking bad. What do we do? I don't know what to do-”

“Chan just...shut up.” I said in a hushed tone, cutting him off as I began to think.

I needed something to splint my leg with once the bone was back into place but there was nothing I could use in the car. That is until I looked behind me and into the trunk. I could see a cardboard box just laying there. I reached over and grabbed it, already beginning to cut at it with my knife. I doubled it up before grabbing bandages out of the bag Chanwoo had in the hospital.

“You're gonna have to pop my bone and kneecap back into place.”

As soon as those words left my mouth his face paled, his mouth opening as he already began to protest but I stopped him, “Chan if I could I'd do it myself…just...be quick with it. Put gauze over the open wound then these pieces of cardboard on either side of my leg and wrap it all up in these bandages. This should work as a splint until we get back to camp.”

He hesitated for a second before nodding reluctantly. At seeing his hands go toward my leg I wrapped the handle of my knife in fabric before placing it into my mouth. I gave him a nod, watching him hesitate before reaching his hands over to my knee. I inhaled deeply, groaning low in my throat when he popped my kneecap back into place. Now it was time for the actual pain. He gently placed his hand over the open skin on my leg but that feather like touch already had me crying out. My hands trembled as I grabbed at his shirt, silently telling him not yet. I screwed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply once more and nodding as I exhaled. He wasted no time, as soon as I exhaled he pushed the broken bone back into place, drawing a muffle scream from my lips. I threw my head back as I felt him do all that I had instructed him to do so, only looking back down when I felt him wrapping the bandages over my leg. I clenched my teeth, bearing the pain and refusing the pain killed Chan offered.

“No...we-we need those for the camp. I can m-manage without them.” I said through the pain.

“Stop acting so tough and take the damn pills. If anyone needs them it's you.” Suri said in a tone that sounded like annoyance, not even sparing me a glance.

I let out a heavy sigh before taking the pills Chanwoo gave to me, though I did return one and only ended up half of the dosage that I need for this amount of pain. The drive back to the camp was done in silence, Chanwoo's worried gaze not once leaving my figure. Suri had a tight hold on the steering wheel, her knuckles having gone white with how tightly she was gripping it. The drive back to camp seemed shorter than when we left but I wasn't really complaining about it. As soon as the car was spotted heading towards the school the gates were opened, Jongdae, Minseok and some of the others coming out to meet us. I knew once Minseok saw my condition he'd not only get worried but extremely angry. Chanwoo got out of the car along with Suri. I took some time to open the door, Chanwoo immediately appearing by my side. I draped an arm over his shoulders, feeling one of his securely wrap around my waist. As soon as my eyes met Minseok's I can see the anger within him start to rise but he wasn't the only angry one. I walked, or more like limped over to Jongdae with Chanwoo's help, throwing the bag of supplies at him roughly.

“If you need me to make another run don't bother. I'm not going to be able to walk properly for awhile, I hope that's alright with you.” I all but spat out, watching the bag hit his chest.

He looked at me in surprise, opening his mouth but closing it again as if not knowing what to say. I didn't really give him time to respond either as I turned away from him but as I did so my leg gave out. I held onto Chanwoo tighter, feeling his own arm around me tighten. I felt someone else grab ahold of my other arm, draping it over their shoulders. I didn't even have to look up to see who it was, knowing as soon as his hand made contact with my arm.

“I've got her Chan. Go help Suri unload everything else.” Minseok said in a low voice.

Chanwoo hesitated for a second, looking in from Minseok then over to me. I gave him a small smile, giving a small nod of my head. At seeing the nod he let go of me, Minseok securing his other arm around my waist, letting me lean into him. Silence enveloped us as he led me to the infirmary. I clenched his shirt tightly at the constant pain, the pain only intensifying with each step I took.

“I told you not to go.”

“I didn't really have much of an option now did I?” I mumbled out, wincing slightly.

“If you would've just let me go-”

“Then you would've stopped me from doing what I did to get this injury.”

“You're damn fucking right I would have. How could you be so reckless?! You could've gotten yourself killed!”

I kept calm, knowing he had every right to get angry but I also felt myself grow defensive, “But I didn't-”

“This is hardly the time for your sarcasm Y/N-”

“I’m not being sarcastic, you prick. If I didn't do what I did Chanwoo and Suri would've died, hell none of us would've made it back. Be glad I even made it back alive instead of bitching at me over a fucking broken leg.” I cut him off angrily, moving my arm from his shoulder and pushing him off of me.

As soon as did my leg felt like it'd give out and it did. It buckled underneath me but I managed to grab onto the wall before I fell. I cursed under my breath, hopping on my one good leg and using the wall the help me walk. Minseok had tried to help me but I just ignored him, shaking his hand off of me. I heard him let out a heavy sigh, one I ignored as well. I took a few steps, biting back a groan of pain every time. I knew I wasn’t able to get to the infirmary on my own with my leg like this but right now I didn’t even want to see him, much less let him help me.

“Y/N-”

“Y’know when I was cornered on that rooftop I had accepted my death, I knew I was going to die, there was no way around it. But the thought--the thought of you going through this alone...I-I couldn’t bare it. I’d hate myself for leaving you all alone, again, and this time forever.” I said, cutting him off as I tried to fight against my own tears, “I’m like this because I wanted to come back to you any way that I could. But instead of coming back to you happy to see me alive, even with this leg of mine, you’re angry that I came back like this. Are you even happy that I came back at all?”

His face dropped at my words, his own eyes welling up in tears. He took a step towards me only to have me take one back, my leg giving out this time. Before I hit the floor I felt strong arms wrap around me but instead of Minseok being the one to catch me it was someone else. I looked up to see that it was Dohyun. He gave me a small smile, helping me stand properly, draping my arm over his shoulders. Minseok was relieved to see him catch me and just as he went to say something Chanwoo called out to him.

“Can you take me to the infirmary Dohyun? I’ve been up on my feet for too long now.” I said in a soft voice, seeing him nod and turn away from Minseok.

-Minseok’s P.O.V-

I took a step towards them, wanting to follow after them and make sure she was truly okay but I felt a hand on my shoulder stopping me. I looked over my shoulder to see that it was Chanwoo.

“Minseok...Jongdae’s asking for you.”

At hearing his name I immediately felt my blood begin to boil. I turned on my heel without a word, knowing exactly where I’d find him but before I could get too far Chanwoo’s next words had me stopping in my tracks.

“Minseok...Y/N...she--she saved us. She knew there was a slim chance of surviving herself but she went ahead and lead them away anyway. If it wasn’t for her Suri wouldn’t have come back to her little brother and I wouldn’t have made it back to Yeonhee...I owe her my life. I know you’re angry that she got hurt more than anything but she’s been through a lot in just the few hours that we’ve been gone.”

I clenched my hands into fists at his words, continuing my walk over to Jongdae. It was never her that I was angry with, it was Jongdae. He sent her out there with the intention of never having her come back. He never said it but he didn’t have to, I could see it in his eyes the moment he told her to accompany Chanwoo and Suri on the run. I set my jaw, pushing open the door of the room. Everyone inside turned to look at me, shocked that I just burst in without knocking. Jongdae however looked calm, setting to only anger me further. He told the others to leave the two of us alone. Some were hesitant but they all left eventually. As soon as the two of us were alone I wasted no time in marching over to him, grabbing him by the collar roughly.

“This is all your fault.” I said through gritted teeth.

“I had no idea any of this would happen.”

“Bullshit. If anything you wanted her to come back dead.”

At those words he pushed me off of him roughly, a fire burning in his eyes. “Do you really think that low of me? Is that it? At least she’s alive! You know what I would’ve given for Ara to come back with a fucking broken leg?! She was the last family I had and instead of bringing her back to me alive-” He cut himself off, closing his eyes, “If you’re angry at somebody be angry at yourself. Instead of being with her in the infirmary you’re here trying to pick a fight. I called you here to apologize for not listening when you said she needed a couple days. Now I know it’s not you I should be apologizing to but her when she’s the one that risked her life to make sure Suri and Chanwoo got back safely.”

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Taking It All {Kim Minseok} ~Naughty November~

Prompt: #2 With Xuimin 

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: oral -male receiving-

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"You've been so stressed out as of late, Minseok." You run your hands down his arms, leaning down so your lips were next to his ear. "So tense," Your voice drops an octave, and you stand up straight again, walking around the couch, Minseok's eyes following your every move. You slowly sit next to him, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, placing your other hand on his knee. "I love seeing you do what you love but you're working so hard, you're pooped." You move your hand from his knee to gently grip his chin. You frown and let go of him, laying your head on his shoulder. "How could I help you relax....daddy." Minseok gasps at the use of the word 'daddy', his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Daddy, eh?"

"Trying it on for wear, plus it wouldn't be like I don't call you daddy on a regular basis..." You giggle a little, "Just not to your face." Minseok pouts his lips, turning his head innocently to the side.

"I like it." He nods after awhile, wrapping one arm around your waist, moving his hand to roughly grip your ass. "I like it a lot."

"So, Daddy, what can I do to help you relax?" Minseok leans his head against yours, eyes shifting down to look at your face.

"I don't know baby, what'd you have in mind?" You mindlessly run your tongue over your bottom lip, eyes flickering down toward his crotch. "I saw that princess," You look up at him, squeezing your legs together. "Trying it out for wear...you like it when I call you  princess?" You eagerly nod your head, him using the nickname again making your core tingle. He usually called you babe or sweetheart but princess, princess was new. "Okay, princess, I saw you looking at daddy's cock-" He pauses and moves your hair to the other side of your neck, "and I think I know what you have in mind-" He chuckles, giving you a warm smile. "you want to be the good little girl you are and suck daddy's cock, don't you?" His fingers softly move across your cheek.

"Yes, daddy." You whisper gently, staring into his eyes as they darkened by the second.

"Say it, princess, tell daddy how much you want to suck his cock." His voice was soft, as if he was cooing a shy dog out of its doghouse.

"I want to suck your cock so bad daddy, I've been thinking about how you taste all day. I got so wet thinking about your heavy cock on my tongue while you were at practice...no underwear during a dance practice, huh? The fans are going to go ballistic." Minseok gives a short chuckle, looking down at his gray sweats,

"Maybe." He simply shrugs, "Now, princess would you be a dear and take care of your daddy?" You slide off the couch, Minseok spreading his legs. You move between them, looking up at him through your lashes. "Don't tease me, princess, I don't like teases all that much." He tilts his head to the side, watching you with hooded eyes.

"I'm sorry daddy," You tap his thigh twice, signaling for him to lift his hips. He does, ever so slightly, just enough for you to pull his sweats down about mid-thigh. Your eyes watch his cock spring up, his tip leaking with pre-cum. "You're hard as a rock, daddy!" You squeal, reaching out and grabbing his cock, slowly wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft despite your excitement. Minseok shudders at the feeling, goosebumps raising to cover every inch of his skin. You lean forward and lap once at his slit, his pre-cum evading your taste-buds. Minseok lets out a soft moan, his cock twitching in your grasp. You stick your tongue out further and sloppily circle it around the tip of his cock, your walls tightening around nothing as he lets out the prettiest whimper.

"Fuck! That feels good princess." His hands ball into fists at his sides.

"You have such a potty mouth daddy." You tease but lean forward wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. You begin to suck, slowly moving your hand up and down the rest of his shaft.

"I'm sorry princess, you'll have to excuse my potty mouth. I get a little excited when I'm watching you, on your knees, sucking my cock." You chuckle around him, flicking your tongue against the slit of his cock, beginning to suck him like a lollipop. You move your hand away from his shaft moving both your hands to press them against his thighs, You inch your mouth lower on him circling your tongue around his thick shaft even as you pushed further down. “That’s it." Minseok praised, moving his hand to the back of your head, "Take it all, take all of daddy’s cock.” His voice is deeper, and he throws his head back against the couch, eyes focusing on the ceiling. He pushes you further down his cock until you're choking around him. Your throat contracting around his cock, makes his balls tighten. "Oh fuck P-p-princess, fuck!" Minseok's head snaps down toward you, his eyes falling on yours. Your eyes filled with tears, your breathing ragged as you struggled to breathe through your nose. "One more, o-one more second princess." You feel the tip of his cock twitch at the back of your throat, "Daddy's going to cum for you-" He pulls you off of him and you open your mouth sticking out your tongue waiting for your reward. Minseok grabs his spit covered shaft and begins to quickly stroke it, slick noises filling the room. "Ready?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm ready for you. Cum all over my tongue, daddy, please." Minseok's hips jerk, fist tightening around his cock. The first spurt comes quickly and unexpectedly, landing on your tongue with a soft splat. Minseok moans your name, then the second comes, hitting you on the back of your tongue. He strokes himself until he's dry, smiling at the sight of your cum painted tongue.

"Swallow for me princess, swallow every last drop." You sit back on your haunches and do just that, swallowing every last drop of his cum with a quiet whimper and content smile. "Good girl," Minseok pulled his sweats back up, patting his lap. You have a seat, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you, princess. Daddy really appreciates all the hard work." He kisses your temple and rests his head against the crown of your head when you snuggle into him. With a loud sigh he picks up the remote and turns the t.v on, "So...what do you want to watch?"

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