#kyungso scenarios

[archernarbeta]

Do better

✴︎ pairing : Kyungsoo x Reader

✴︎ genre : angst, stubborn characters, yearning, sensitive-themes, idol!kyungsoo , more angst, kyungsoo is a jerk here but reader is also stubborn

✴︎ summary : In which Do Kyungsoo is reader’s best friend and he wants her to do better. 

✴︎ warning : TW disordered eating (starving habits, relapse), trauma, mild cursing.

This fanfic contains themes of disordered-eating, some taken from my own experience. However if there are any misinformations that you would like me to take down, please do let me know and I will be happy to. Lastly, in no way whatsoever I am promoting disordered-eating habits. We are beautiful, in our own ways, inside and out. Therefore, there is no need for us to change our appearances for others.

✴︎ word count : 4.1K

✴︎ author’s note : This was so fun to write honestly! I spent all my pent-up anger writing this fic… I might do a part two because clearly, this fic is unfinished (let me know if we want a part two) Anyways, enjoy! As usual any form of appreciation is very well appreciated! 

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It’s been exactly 8 weeks since you stopped speaking with THE Do Kyungsoo. 

Yes, you meant Do Kyungsoo the idol, the talented chef, the amazing singer and also THE best friend, not to mention THE imbecile. 

Silent treatments, were a common occurrence especially with the stubbornness you both shared when it comes to giving in for the greater good. However this was the longest period of silence that you both had gone through and frankly for you, there’s no room for truce. 

The reason behind it couldn’t be more trivial. 

Three weekends before, you had gone on a blind-date with a mutual friend, both of you were set-up by one of your colleagues. The date went smoothly, he was a polite gentleman who offered to pick you up and took you home. Before the date, he asked about your food preference too, in which you appreciated the gesture. Overall, he’s an all rounder and you’re totally sure you’d like another date with him, even if both of you weren’t looking for anything serious. It was just nice to have someone to spend your weekend with. 

You were astounded to say the least, that the  very nice gentleman sent you a set of fine bone china mugs with penguins on them, your favourite animal, duh. He also sent a letter, mentioning your love for coffee and penguins and how he’d thought of you when he came across the mugs a while ago. He wished that you would use the set to enjoy your morning coffee every morning.

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On a given Sunday, Kyungsoo was supposed to come over to your place for a playdate since you haven’t seen each other in forever. He arrived with groceries and snacks for a pasta cook-out, he always mentioned that you were always too thin and too cold for his liking–that’s why he’s always so keen to feed you delicious and nutritious meals, even though you really didn’t like eating in general. 

You both settled on the dining table with each a cup of tea in hand and a plate of cookies that he’d baked beforehand, they were oatmeal and vanilla almond- with the least amount of sugar, suited to your liking.

After a much needed catch-up session and a plate with nothing left more than cookie crumbs, you helped him prep the ingredients for his anchovy pasta. In which, you chose to casually slip the bomb of ‘I’ve met a nice guy, we had a couple of dates, he was such a gentleman, he even gave me these super cute mugs.’ 

At your narrative, Kyungsoo replied with soft hums and nods before replying, “You know y/n— I really think he might be taking advantage of you.” He nonchalantly said while stirring the fettuccine, calmly raising the pasta strands with a fork to check how they’d cook through.

“W-what? Where did that come from?” 

“Why else would he be showering you gifts like these?” He waved around the penguin mug in front of your face in an irritating manner. 

You gasp at his groundless accusation, “Soo! He’s clearly just being a nice- decent human being! How could you accuse him of such things?!” 

You were literally in disbelief. Your best friend was usually the logical one in the friendship and having him belittle a guy like this, left you perplexed. He had no reasons whatsoever to insult a stranger, more so-your date. 

The timer rang before he had a chance to reply. In his relaxed composure, he turned off the stove and strained the pasta, moving them to the pan next to it. He continued cooking for a while, mixing the fettuccine with the pan-seared anchovies and tomato. If you haven’t been friends with him for all these years, you would probably be left speechless at how he just left you mid-conversation to tend to his cooking- but here you are, still amazed at how engrossed the man is in finishing his dish before anything else. He added the last touch of basil before facing his back to the kitchen counter as he faced you with a judging look, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“Y/n… You really are gullible sometimes, huh? He gave you a set of mugs and now you’re so swooned that you’re defending him? Over me- your best friend?” He half mocked you and rolled his eyes, giving off a much less of a smirk.

“W- what?! I am not! I can’t believe you right now? Can you hear yourself and how ridiculous you’re being right now?”

“Me? Ridiculous? What’s so ridiculous about protecting a best friend from strangers she just met!?” He exclaimed, shoulders shrugging showing his indifference. 

“He- he’s not a stranger! I told you! Why can’t you be happy that I had a good date?” You sassed back.

“I’m a man and I can see right through him! He’s just a jerk wanting a hookup from you!” He raised his voice.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” You barked at his accusations.

“I got a nice date once and suddenly I’m gullible?” Anger seeping through your every word. You weren’t thinking clear anymore, all you see was red, you can feel the rage rising in the back of your head,

“You know what Soo? I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry that you’re jealous- and so fucking sorry for you because your glamorous idol life left you love deprived!”

The damage was done. You’ve said it and now you only wished you could take it back. You stopped yourself as you covered your foul mouth with regret. Your eyes were shaking as you looked at him with remorse.

He stared back at you, eyes unmoving. He was sometimes unreadable like this. It was in his character really, the unpredictability and the stealth gaze, often left you wondering what’s going on inside his head. He clicked his tongue once, enough to startle you and diverted your whole attention to him. He hummed, another habit of his. You mentally braced yourself for the storm coming. 

“Love deprived?” he darkly chuckled, your penguin mug on the counter, under his hold.

“That’s the lowest you could do?” His smirk wiped away from his face as he gave a flat expression while pushing the mug away from the counter with force.

The scene flashed before your eyes, the penguin-faced mug hitting the floor, the clashing sound of china in contact with the marble floor rang through your ears. You gasp in shock as the mug shattered in pieces and there was nothing you could do but stare at the once cute cup.

You had your mouth hanging open- speechless, unaware that you were shaking. The crime scene unveiling in front of you left you appalled and you wondered if this person is the best friend you’ve always known your whole life. 

“Shame. You could’ve done better Y/n,” he pauses, “Maybe you’ll realise that you have better options than Mr. Penguin Mugs.”

Your body kept shuddering as you tried to gain composure,

“Get out.” You trembled.

“Two can play a game, Y/n” His voice taunting yet his face stoic, staring at you.

“Out!” you screamed at him 

So much emotions were whirring inside of you that your eyes water. Anger? Yes, a lot of rage was brewing in you but disappointment and sadness was an understatement.

“WHO the hell are you and what have you done to Kyungsoo!” Your sudden voice must’ve taken him by surprise as his eyes were back to normal, you walked up to him hitting his chest with little to no energy,

“I don’t want a fucking asshole as a friend! You’re not welcome here!”

If you were angry seconds ago, now you feel like crying.

“Leave!” as you pointed at the door, gesturing him to leave.

Kyungsoo bent down to pick up remnants of the penguins face, slowly placing them on the counter, like it could change a thing.

His next action took you by surprise as he scooped the rest of the broken china with bare hands to throw the shards to the nearest bin, hurting himself in the process. You found that a bit later though, when a drop of blood stain was evident on the lid of your trash can. 

He exhaled a breath, “Eat. Do not skip meals. Don’t be stupid. Call me when you stop being foolish.” 

You wordlessly trembled, standing with no more energy in your figure as he exited your apartment.

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Ever since the messy encounter with him 8 weeks ago, a lot had changed. 

You stopped contacting Mr. Penguin Mugs a week after your fight with Kyungsoo, you just didn’t have the heart to deal with the lovely man and it broke your heart (a little) that you threw away the chance to be with a nice guy. But a certain someone did fill your thoughts during that time, a certain imbecile with heart-shaped lips that you would really like to hate.

Again, you had your fair shares of silent wars with him but this one hurts the most, or at least your pride did. You could recall his last memo of him, asking you to not skip meals but you decided that Do Kyungsoo was not the boss of you. You didn’t care, you weren’t gonna listen to him.

The fight did trigger you and even though it was childish of you to purposely skip meals, you began to refrain from eating at all. In the back of your head, you knew better than this, you were better than this, however without Kyungsoo by your side to aid you, you faltered. 

In the past years, you had a history with disordered eating. Coming from an almond-mum and a Korean all girls school, appearance was something vital to maintain, yet it resulted in you finding ridiculously dangerous ways to abstain yourself from eating.

It was a rough patch but all those years, Soo was there for you. He’d do the cooking, the persuading and the gentle praising, making sure he won’t overwhelm you. Kyungsoo might seem reserved and unreadable at times but he was full of care, too much even- to the point that you felt like a walking ‘handle-with-care’ sticker.

After you recover, you’ve managed to fix your relationship with food a bit better but there are times where the wounds would open up. You haven’t relapsed in a long time now, having to attend coaching sessions for healthy intuitive eating programs and having Soo on the sidelines to support you. 

Nevertheless, your relapse now was justified that at this point you were blinded by hurt. You were in pain and no one was there to aid you this time. 

It doesn’t take a genius to figure that the constant meal skipping would lead to fatigue, weight loss and eventually malnutrition, which is exactly what you’re suffering right now. The worse thing than losing your best friend is this, but hey you’re experiencing both of them at the same time! In your defense, you did try to get better, drinking spinach juice to try to fill the anguish hunger in your stomach, just to throw it all up again.

Honestly back then, when you experienced disordered eating, spinach juice was your holy grail that kept you full for longer hours without having to physically chew anything. Yet as your metabolism went to shambles, your body wouldn’t cooperate with any of the food you intake. 

—

Kyungsoo wasn’t doing any better. 

Seconds after he looked at your startled face and stepped foot out of your apartment, he wished time travel existed. He admits that he was an asshole but he didn’t mean to get things that far and he’d say those things to protect you even though he failed to project them in a nicer-manner (which was totally why he’s at fault, he knows this too-by the way). He wanted to apologise the next day-though he thought that giving you space would be a better option as he was scared to hurt you further. What he didn’t expect was the silence that went on for weeks. 

Kyungsoo busied himself, he had his filming schedules packed as tight as possible and he picked up projects like they were cherries on trees. Even the members were astonished when he brought up his contract to join a variety show, which was so unexpected of him.  All the time not talking to you left him confused, if he was really trying to protect you or if he was jealous of you, or your date. He tried brushing it off, but you were always on the back of his mind. He’d try figuring out how he feels about you but that would spiral in a worse direction, he didn’t have the heart to admit that he misses you, his best friend. 

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On the sixth-week mark of your cold war, you were admitted to the hospital for severe malnutrition and extreme weight loss. Chanyeol was the one who hospitalised you.

Chanyeol—who became friends with you because of Kyungsoo–had visited you a couple times after the fight to check up on you. You wanted to turn your back on him and his hospitality but the friendly man with cute giant ears was so hard to refuse. 

Initially, Chanyeol’s visit were out of concerns due to the fight you had with Kyungsoo, but the visits became frequent when he noticed you became leaner by the day, your moves were slower and it was visible that performing simple task were difficult for you.

He tried his best to discreetly offer professional help, even though he wasn’t aware of your disordered eating history, he simply wanted to help without offending you, in which you declined politely, saying you were fine. 

That day, even with arduous attempts to conceal your weakness, your body soon gave up after opening the door for Chanyeol. Given your conditions, you had no room to refuse anymore as Chanyeol carried you to the hospital. The only thing you managed to muster before blacking out was, 

“Don’t tell Kyungsoo.”

On the week you were hospitalised, Kyungsoo was busy filming somewhere in a rural area in Japan. It was a fresh experience, a breath of fresh air for his career yet all he could think of was you. 

The eight-week mark had passed and after two weeks of being hospitalised, it was a shame that you didn’t show signs of improvement regardless of the constant IV that kept you at bay. That’s the thing with relapsing, you know this, nothing will work unless you want to get better—and you haven’t found a reason to do so.

But it was a little bit bearable when Chanyeol came in to visit, sometimes bringing other members with him to cheer you up and give you extra encouragement. You particularly love when he brings Minseok along, the older was the most well-mannered of the bunch and he just feels like an older brother. 

— 

The sliding door of your hospital ward suddenly slammed open, you instinctively diverted your attention to the door, finding a familiar figure walking in with eyes ready to shoot lasers at you. 

“W-what the fuck?” you eyed him. “Why the hell are you here? What are you doing here?”  

You were surprised at your energy to snap at the man whilst you half-sat on a hospital bed with an IV attached on your hand. And here I thought I was weak.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Why the fuck are you here?” he retorted, “I heard you’re sick but I’m surprised that your stupidity still tags along after 2 months.” he scorned, his bluntness never goes away huh?

“W-what? What did you say to me?”

“Even though we’re fighting and you’re mad you could’ve hit me instead. Yell, scream, curse at me- I couldn’t care less if you did,” he paused, “but why would you starve yourself again?”

By the tone of his voice, although you could pick up his anger- his disappointment, you really didn’t want to put down your ego. 

“I’m not here because of you, idiot. Now what are you doing here? Go away” You countered him. 

“Are you blind? As you can see I’m visiting a friend. A very sick and a stubborn one at that.” he managed to scoff at your act. You rolled your eyes, not even baffled at this point.

“No one told you to. Now, leave.” you pointed at the door.

“A little tall birdie did, he begged me to come.” he stills on the ends of the hospital bed

“Well, thanks for coming but you are really uninvited here. Please follow the door to exit.” you gave him a sarcastic smile.

“And if I won’t comply? What are you gonna do?” he taunts back. “Would you tell Chanyeol or Sehun to take me away? And why do you think they’ll comply with your request? They’re scared of me more than of Junmyeon-Hyung,” he looked around the room before focusing his eye-contact back to you.

“The only thing you could do to kick me out in your sickly state is call the nurse… that’s if, you’re willing to bear the consequence of reporting an idol?” he rambled. 

“Oh you little shit..”

“Don’t you little shit me,” he mocked back,

“You know, Chanyeol might’ve given away your conditions but he’s certainly not the one watching MY reality show for the past weeks.”

You mentally cursed.

He gave out a laugh, before continuing in a stern tone,“The only person logged in my SBS account is you. Did you miss me so badly that you liked all those clips using my account?”

“Do better, y/n.” he finished, before abruptly leaving the room. 

You were left astounded, just like the moment he exited your apartment 8 weeks ago. But this time, not long after, he came back bringing what looked like a lunchbox. He quietly sat down on the chair next to your bed while opening one of the containers, you only could stare at him in confusion. 

Do Kyungsoo was indeed unpredictable.

“Do better, eat better, y/n. So you can fight me again.” He spoke up before offering a spoonful of porridge to your mouth. You gazed at the spoon in front of you before shifting back at him. You silently refused. 

“Open up,” he said softly and you did. There was something about his voice that made you comply with his requests, like it was laced with care and concern. 

You opened your mouth and carefully swallowed his cooking. The taste wasn’t foreign to you, it was his pumpkin and sweet potato porridge. He made it for you every time you’re upset, making the dish your ultimate comfort food. After the first spoonful, you were bracing yourself for a reflux but it never came, you were able to stomach his food just fine. 

“Good girl” he praised you before handing another scoop to your mouth, asking you to have more. 

As you ate quietly, he spoke, 

“You need to do better than this y/n. You need energy to curse at me- hit me…and that’s why you need to eat to recover,” his forehead creased as he expressed his thoughts yet it didn’t stop him from feeding you every spoon. 

“It’s- It’s so frustrating you know? Looking at you like this… I-I almost lost it when Chanyeol called saying you’ve been admitted for two weeks! I was in Japan and I never wanted to pack my bags so quickly..”

“Y-you..You’re so frustrating-“ he let out a breath he unconsciously held. You could see his eyes weren’t as calm, like he had other complaints he’d like to express but he held back. With the last spoonful, he closed the container and discarding it back to the lunchbox. 

He softly muttered, “Rest well, I’ll be back tomorrow,” he gave a quick peck on the crown of your head, an action that surprised you, before leaving the ward. 

He did come back the next day and the day after that, and another day after that. He made sure that he was the first sight you see in the morning. 

This time, he brought chicken soup. Sadly, the smell didn’t react well with your body as you instantly gagged. He immediately rushed you to the bathroom, pulling your IV off in one smooth motion in the process, leaving you unscathed even with the sudden movement .

You managed to hold it in until you reached the toilet bowl. As you threw up, you helplessly cried, Kyungsoo kept still and supported your figure by the elbows. He softly grasped your hair away from you while you hurled the contents of your stomach. The action left you breathless, exhausted as tears stained your face while you slid down the bathroom floor, you really didn’t have any energy left.

You pity yourself for your relapse, it felt- disgraceful of you to do so. You hid your face with your hands as you sobbed. Fucking disgusting, you told yourself. 

Kyungsoo was distressed seeing you like this, especially the fact that he might have some contributions to your relapse, it was even more upsetting for him. He didn’t hug you, he was too much of a coward for that. So he did what he could. Kyungsoo grabbed some napkins and a glass of water outside and came back into the bathroom. He kneeled down to gently tap the hands covering your face, signalling that he’d like to see your face. You slightly look up to see a calm attentive face, care- radiating from his eyes. He wiped your tears and then your mouth, offered you a warm glass of water in which you accepted without repulse. 

Both of you stayed quiet for a while before muttering, “Let’s go back to bed.”

He helped you stand up, tucked you back in the hospital bed and called the nurse to reattach the IV he skilfully dismantled. The nurse went berserk on him when she learned of the incident. The situation was truly unpredictable but his actions could’ve seriously injured you. He mumbled his apologies as he nodded in regret while listening to the nurse’s scoldings. Not long after, she left both of you to your own devices. 

“Don’t say anything, please?” you quietly begged while looking at him. 

Today felt like your turn to burst. He nods without hesitation, firmly holding eye contact with you.

“I’m tired Soo…” you audibly exhaled, tears welled on your already puffed eyes.

You took your time to look at the light blue colour of the hospital blanket, then shifted your eyes to the ceiling of the ward while trying to find words to carry on the conversation. 

“I am-“ you stuttered, “f-fuck. I’m fucking tired, you know?”

You just… didn’t have the energy as your tears flowed through your hollow cheeks, dropping to your chin and eventually wetting the blanket. His eyes never left you, catching each and every of your pained expressions. 

You had lost your spark, the burning passion and gleam behind your eyes were gone. Your being felt hollow, just a soulless body- empty, dull and glum.

He despised it, the dullness in your eyes. He hated it with all his heart, knowing his efforts were meaningless since he couldn’t stop you from getting worse. He loathes the fact that this time, he was helpless when the love of his life, his best friend, his light, is giving up in front of his eyes.

“Soo…” you whispered, reaching out for his hand with sorrowful eyes. He instantly held yours, warmth emitting from his hold as he looked at you with so much care. Even intertwining hands with you broke his heart at the coldness of your touch. 

“Do better, okay?” you let go of his hand from your hold.

The wet tracks of your tears hadn’t stopped yet you managed to prop up an expressionless gaze as you stared at him. You were in pain, so was he, and you didn’t want to hurt him more.

He knew what you meant, he knew what you wanted him to do. 

He knew exactly what to do, not that he wanted to. 

He was your lifeline, a drug to salvation- You needed to heal without him. 

He didn’t understand, he had so many questions formulating in his head but he knew better than to pry. He was hurt but prying meant hurting you further, which was the last thing he’d do.

He stood up, kissed your cheeks, stroked your hair and pecked the crown of your head one last time before heading out to the door. 

He slammed the sliding door hard, hopefully to let you know how wrong of you to ask him to leave. But he never looked back, because he was too much of a coward for that.

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a/n: should we do a part 2 ??

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Reacting to their S/O having a stalker and needing to comfort them (EXO)

Post Date: 26th June 2022 Content: Fluff TW?: Stalking Request?: Yes Masterlist                                    Prompt list

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Xiumin: He’d be unsure on how to tackle the situation, happily enough to comfort them, but about the actual stalker, he’d reach out to get advice off Suho and/or managers, even police to keep them safe. 

Suho: He’d instantly phone the police, getting them to try and do something about it, to capture a face to their stalker to get something done. Would not leave their side until he’s satisfied their safe.

Lay: He’d get so fustrated that it has to be them of all people and he’d feel helpless when he can’t do more than just comfort them, also being one to reach out for advice when his fustration wears off.

Baekhyun: He would not give a flying f*ck about how people percieve him after this, he’d do anything and everything to get details on who the stalker is, ensuring safety measures were in place for his S/O before losing his sh*t.

Chen: He’d try and do what he thoguht was best and to keep them safe the best way he thought he could, keeping them company but would slowly lose patience with not knowing who the stalker is and why they chose to do it to his S/O.

Chanyeol: He’d be in such a worry and would rush to make sure that he could be with them swiftly, keeping them company, warning anyone and everyone that he trusted to keep an eye out for you.

D.O: He’d be there in a flash, getting them to stay over his for safety and wouldn’t let them leave his side unless their with someone else who can accompany them. 

Kai: He’d be panicing for their safety as he’d rush to meet them wherever he needed to, bringing along some other members to keep him company, making sure that once their stalker sees then with a few men, they’d back off.

Sehun: He’d be phoning them, telling them to put him on loud speaker so your stalker could here you talking to someone, Sehun would make remarks to ensure that they don’t come close, leaving wherever he was to meet them.

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[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : D.O / DO KYUNG-SOO

CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst

⠀⠀⠀⠀//coming soon...

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀All Tied Up > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀On The Nature of Silence > </ ✰ ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Tell Me > </ ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Birthday S*x > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀But You're Warm > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Drunk Scenario > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Coffee Shop!AU > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Two-Faced > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Favorite Lingerie > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Fucked Out > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Mutual Mast*rbation > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀1:35 AM > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Small Hours of Delight > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀First Kiss > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀2:30 PM > </ ⚘ >

Updated [ 2023 - June - 11 ]

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[whimsical-ness]

Jackpot | Sehun

◇ Link to Masterlist

◇ Genre: What Happens In Vegas! AU, More Love/Hate (oops)

◇ Summary: A night of drunken fun in Vegas leads to you accidentally getting married to a tall, smirky stranger named Oh Sehun. Things get even more complicated when you hit a $2 million jackpot—neither of you can keep your share of the money unless you try and make the marriage work. 

◇ Word Count: 4.7k

“Promise me you aren’t going to think about anything this weekend,” said your best friend Nat sternly, blocking the way into your hotel room with her outstretched arm. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. We didn’t come all the way to Vegas to have you be uptight and stressed out. We’re here to have fun, got it?” You laughed at the desperation in her voice. “Okay, okay Nat. Promise. No thinking about work, no thinking about him,” you said. 

Nat sighed in relief, handing you the room pass with a wink. “Then let’s go get ready for a wild night.”

“I’m taking the shower first,” you called, striding into the bathroom. You undressed and stepped into the hot shower with a sigh, letting the water wash away your worries.

You had a lot of worries.

The biggest one was, probably, that your boyfriend of a year had cheated on you, a fact you had found out just last week. On top of that, your boss was being a complete asshole at work, and had relentlessly piled work up on your already tired shoulders. You had no time to even breathe.

Nat had noticed that you were basically on the verge of a nervous meltdown, and so had insisted on taking this spontaneous trip to Vegas for the weekend to lift your spirits. And you were determined to let your hair down, for just once.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard Nat scream. “Shit, Nat, what’s wrong?” you yelled, hurriedly wrapping a towel around your body. 

You burst out of the bathroom, brandishing your curling iron as a weapon. Your mouth dropped as you saw Nat tackling a man onto the bed. “What the hell?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you heard someone approach you from behind. It was another man, and this time, you screamed, pushing him away. “For fucks’ sake. Leave him alone, what are you doing?” he yelled at Nat.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in our room?” you said defensively, pulling your towel tighter around yourself. 

“Your room? This is ours!” he said, running his hand through his hair. Nat crossed her arms across her chest. “Why the fuck would the hotel give us the same room?” “I don’t know, lady. But I think I’m going to go find out before you murder me,” the shorter man said, rolling his eyes, scrambling off the bed from Nat’s wrath.

Turns out, your hotel had somehow double booked your room. But with some sweet-talking—courtesy of the taller guy—the manager agreed to let you stay in the penthouse suite as an apology. He even handed you VIP passes to all of the city’s hot spots. 

The tall, dark-haired man smirked at your evident awe. “You girls are welcome. Thanks to us, you are now about to have the night of your lives.”

As you soon found out, his name was Sehun, while his shorter friend was called Junmyeon. 

They seemed like a whole bunch of trouble and bad decisions. Which was, frankly, just what you needed. Plus, who would be stupid enough to give up those free VIP passes?

And so that night, you and Nat found yourselves having the time of your lives with two strangers you’d met just that afternoon.

You were chauffeured to casino after casino in a sleek black limo, had dinner in a Michelin star restaurant—and got more drunk than you ever had in your entire life.

You hadn’t meant to. Really. But you hadn’t anticipated Oh Sehun.

“What are you doing in Vegas?” you asked him. “I got fired,” he replied, throwing back his head as he swallowed a shot. “What about you?” 

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, shrugging, staring out at the view in front of you. Rooftop access at one of the city’s most luxurious hotels was now something to tick off your bucket list. All thanks to a room mishap.

“Okay, we’re going to need more drinks,” said Sehun, and waved over a waiter. You grinned back as he clinked his glass to yours. Over the course of the next few hours to found yourself pouring out all of your stress to him, while he did the same, telling you nearly his entire life story. 

Oh Sehun was almost the complete opposite of you. He was arrogant, irresponsible, and seemed to think he had no faults.

You, on the other hand, were dedicated, hard-working, and (even though you never admitted it) uptight as hell. It was strange how quickly you opened up to a stranger who was so different from you. 

The night was a blur of loud music, money, and alcohol. You let loose, letting the pulsing music in the club flow through your veins, along with the ridiculous amount of alcohol you’d consumed. You found yourself pressed up against Sehun on more than a few occasions, his flushed face dangerously close to yours. 

“You know,” you yelled over the pounding bass. “It’s funny how connected I feel to you, even though we like, just met.” Sehun grinned. “Don’t get me wrong,” you continued, linking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “You’re probably the last person on the planet whom I would ever sleep with.”

Sehun’s eyes were dark as he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “The feeling’s mutual.” “Good,” you said loudly, but the breath hitched in your throat as his hands found your hips, your bodies moving together against the rhythm. 

And then he was laughing, and you were laughing, and he was too close to you for you to be able to think straight. His lips met yours, and as you tasted the alcohol on his breath, you let go of the last bit of sobriety and let the night envelope you with its madness.

You woke up with your head throbbing. You groaned and turned over, clutching the duvet closer. You realized with a start that you were completely naked. 

 The previous night’s events flooded through your muddled mind, and you bit your lip as you remembered tumbling onto the bed with Sehun. 

“Shit,” you muttered. You sat up and pushed your hair back. Something cool touched your cheek as your fingers brushed past your face. You did a double take as you took in the ring sitting gold and pretty on your finger. 

The ring.

“No no no. Oh god please no. This is not happening.” Oh but it was. Because as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, you read the post-it note stuck on it. 

Morning, wifey. We’re at the buffet - Sehun

Fuck.

“Was there any part of the night that you thought, ‘Hey, it’s probably a bad idea to let my drunk best friend marry a random guy?’” you hissed at Nat as you made your way to the table where Sehun and Junmyeon were. Nat just shrugged. “I threw up on Junmyeon. I had no idea what was happening.”

Worst best friend ever.

“I’m-uh-gonna go get some coffee,“ you said, making eye contact with Sehun as you neared the table. 

He caught the hint, and followed you as you made your way instead to one of the lottery machines casually placed right outside the breakfast buffet. “What even is this city,” you muttered, pulling out a quarter from your wallet.

“Good morning,” said Sehun nonchalantly. You smiled thinly. “Last night was…something,” he started. “You can say that again,” you said awkwardly. “You’re a lot of fun,” said Sehun. “I mean…the sex was—“

“Um, I’d rather not,” you cut him off, your face burning. “Right,” said Sehun clearing his throat. “Of course, we now have a tiny little problem of these rings..”

“Yeah, it’s hard to forget,” you said. “We need a divorce.”

For a moment Sehun just stared at you. “Did you just dump me?” You laughed awkwardly. “Well, we obviously hardly know each other—”

“No, no. Of course. Thank god you said it first,” said Sehun, looking relieved. You were slightly taken aback.  “Junmyeon says we need an annulment, not a divorce,” he continued.

You felt strangely annoyed. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Sehun let out a breath. “Phew. I’m glad that’s out of the way. Bullet dodged huh?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean, look, I’m sorry. But you just seem like the type of girl who’s looking for a serious relationship, and I’m not…I’m definitely not that guy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You stared at him, your annoyance now flaring up.

“No offense, but you seem like a lot of work—” he broke off at the look on your face. “Ah, marriage is an outdated concept, right?” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah, so is immaturity,” you said, snorting. “Pull it together, dude. No wonder you got fired. No one wants an employee who runs away from the slightest problem.”

Sehun stared at you. “Excuse me? And this is coming from a basically robotic woman, who had to come all the way to Vegas and marry a stranger to realize what a mess her life is?”

You gaped at him. “You know what? I’ll send you a fucking email about the annulment. Have a nice day, asshole.”

“You too,” said Sehun, flicking the quarter out of your fingers. “Hey, we’ll always have Vegas right?” he said, and pushed the coin into the machine, pressing down the lever.

“That was mine,” you said scowling, and turned away to storm off. You stopped in your tracks as a loud buzz went off, accompanied by a horn sounding. You whipped around, only to see everyone cheering and yelling, because someone had just won the jackpot money from the machine.

$2,000,000. 

It took a minute for you process what was happening, until Sehun threw his hands up and yelled. “Holy fuck! I’m rich! I’m fucking rich!”

You stared as everyone surrounded him, cheering and congratulating him on his win, and the hotel manager handed him a massive cheque.

Junmyeon and Nat walked over to see what the commotion was about, and their jaws dropped as they saw Sehun standing there with his huge cheque, and equally huge smile on his face.

“That was my quarter,” you said in a daze.

You pushed your way through the throng of people and grabbed the corner of the cheque. Sehun dismissed you with a wave. “I’m the one who pulled the lever. So the money’s mine.”

“Not so fast, baby,” you said, smiling sweetly. “We’re married now, remember? What’s yours is mine.”

You felt a sense of triumph as Sehun’s face dropped with the realization. 

“What a lovely way to celebrate our first day of marriage, hm?”

“This is ridiculous,” muttered Sehun as the two of you exited the court back home a week later. It was by some strange coincidence that Sehun lived in the same town as you.

“Yeah, well, we don’t have a choice, do we? It’s either this and a million dollars each, or nothing,” you said, sighing. 

The judge had ruled that the two of you had to co-exist and attempt to make the ‘marriage’ work for 6 months before you could finalize the divorce. If either of you didn’t co-operate for that amount of time, the money would be tied up in litigation.

Sehun snorted. “We have to live together? And go to weekly counseling sessions? I can’t believe this is happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “This is obviously worse for me. I can’t imagine what your apartment is like.” “At least I have one. Where’s yours, I wonder? Oh, right, you lived with your cheating boyfriend. Sorry,” said Sehun meanly.

“6 months,” you said under your breath as you walked away. “I can do this.”

“See you tomorrow, wifey,” called Sehun sarcastically from behind you.

Just as you’d expected, Sehun’s apartment was a mess. His dirty laundry was lying pretty much everywhere, the bathroom looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, and the refrigerator was stuffed with disgusting junk food.

“I can’t do this,” you moaned, as Nat helped you bring in your stuff. “Think about the 1 million dollars,” she reminded you.

Sehun sauntered out of his room, yawning. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

“This is a pig sty,” you said.  It’s one thing if you like a guy and have to put up with stuff like this. But you, I don’t care for. So clean up.”

“Hey, if you have a problem with it, you clean up,” he said shrugging. 

So the rest of the day with was spent with you using anti-bacterial wipes and sprays, trying to make the place as accommodating as you possibly could. By the end of the evening, you were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep. You washed up and made your way to where Sehun was lounging in the living room. 

“Which one of us is taking the couch?” you asked tiredly. Sehun glanced up at you. “I don’t mind. You can use the bedroom,” he said. “Thanks,” you said awkwardly. “Sweet dreams, then.”

And just like that, the first day co-existence was over. You weren’t sure how many more you could take.

Sure enough, after one week of living together, you were pretty sure you were going to go insane. 

Sehun did absolutely nothing the entire day, and seemingly was making no effort to even try and find another job. His logic was that in 6 months, he would be 1 million dollars richer and so didn’t need to work.

But you were still working your ass off at your job, and it pissed you off to come back to a messy apartment with Sehun lying about doing just about jackshit.

And when you told him so, he got annoyed and told you to mind your own business. There was no point in trying to talk to him about anything.

But the two of you put on the biggest show of your lives when you had to visit the marriage counselor. You held hands sweetly, called each other lovable nicknames, and tried your best to make it look like you were in love.

If the counselor thought it looked fake as hell, she didn’t say it. 

“You know, if one of you cheated on the other or something, won’t the innocent person get to keep all the money?” asked Nat a few weeks later.

You nearly choked on your coffee. “What did you just say?”

“I mean, think about it. The person who fucks up and ruins the marriage doesn’t get the money. If you could get Sehun to somehow ‘cheat’ on you…”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Nat, I think you’re onto something here.” Nat smiled smugly. “What say we throw a little party?”

And so the following weekend, without telling Sehun, you invited a bunch—or not really bunch, more like all the girls you knew—over to the apartment. “Remember girls,” you whispered. “Do and try anything to get into his pants. I doubt it’ll be too difficult.”

You felt a little guilty for tricking him like this. But you’d had enough. 

And so it was with some sort of sickening satisfaction that you observed Sehun get surrounded by girls as soon as he appeared. He gaped at you. “What the fuck?”

“I just wanted to throw a party,” you said innocently. “I hope that’s okay.”

Sehun went red as a girl ran her hand down his chest. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, smiling. “And let me tell you, two can play at this game.”

You feigned ignorance and shrugged. “Have fun!”

But a half hour later, you realized you had underestimated him. Because not only did he manage to avoid making out with even one girl, but he also invited over his own friends.

His very hot friends.

Junmyeon was there, and so were a few others you’d never met. “Whoa, Sehun, this is your wife?” said one of them. “Dude, why the hell are you getting a divorce? She’s hot!”

You went red. Sehun coughed. “Shut up, Baekhyun,” said Junmyeon, smacking the guy who’d spoken in the arm.

This was going to be a long night.

It seemed as though Sehun had instructed his friends to do quite the opposite of what you’d asked your friends to do. Except for Baekhyun, the others avoided you every time you tried to talk to one of them.

You took an angry sip of your beer when the tall, cute one called Chanyeol politely excused himself out of a conversation with you. You locked eyes with Sehun from across the room and he smirked.

The party just got wilder and wilder. Soon enough, the music was blaring loud enough for you to get a headache, and you stumbled into the bathroom for some quiet.

To your surprise, Sehun was sitting there on the closed toilet seat. He raised his eyebrow as you came in.

“Tired already?”

“Not at all,” you lied. “But you must be. This must be so hard for you. Not being able to sleep with any of those girls even though you’re dying to? Go ahead, Sehun. Why don’t you just give in?”

Sehun laughed. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to cheat on you?”

“I think it’s only a matter of time,” you replied. “Well, you’re wrong,” he said. “I can manage fine without chicks.”

You snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, standing up and walking over to you. “I’m a married man. And I am not screwing this thing up.” He was suddenly too close.

You stared up at him, unnerved at his proximity to you. His nose was almost touching yours. “Neither am I, Sehun,” you whispered. “I’m gonna go till the end of this.”

“Till death do us apart,” he said, his voice low. Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Not unless I kill you first.”

After that, it was war. The both of you tried everything possible to sabotage the other. 

Sehun shut your alarm off one day, and you couldn’t wake up in time for work. You fumed as you pulled the clothes over yourself in a hurry, not even realizing that Sehun walked right in on you changing.

“Nice grandma panties,” he observed. You threw a pillow at him.

“What happened to the lace ones you wore in Vegas? Those were nice,” he continued, unbothered by your rage.

“I’m saving those for a husband who isn’t a complete jerk,” you snapped. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be extremely late to work thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome!” he called as you rushed out of the house.

As payback, you decided not to remind Sehun about the meeting with the counselor the next weekend. You sat there smugly as she shook her head at his ‘irresponsibility’. 

Sehun looked ready to murder when you went back home. “Real mature, Y/N.” You just shrugged. “Hey, it isn’t my job to remind you. If you really wanted to work on this marriage, you would’ve been there.”

The look on his face was worth everything.

But as the weeks went by, strangely enough, it soon began to feel more like fun than an annoyance. You felt as if you were going crazy. 

Because now you were getting used to him. You were just so used to having Sehun around all the time, that a small part of you was dreading when he would no longer be. 

You felt as though you would miss him, even his stupid pranks. He’d become some sort of a frenemy to you. Some nights, you’d just sit there and argue on the couch about what movie to watch, and he’d steal all your popcorn. Or you’d make a meal together, fighting but laughing all the while about what ingredients to use.

Once, when you were doubled up in pain from period cramps, he actually went out and got you some painkillers and a tub of ice cream, even though he grumbled about it all the while. 

The gesture touched you in a way you’d never imagined. But you were careful not to let Sehun know. There was no point, what with just a few months left of this arrangement. You would be going your two separate ways, each with a million dollars, and would never look back.

You hated to admit to yourself that it was going to hurt.

“It’s your birthday, babes. We’re going out,” said Nat, pulling you out of bed. You groaned. “I think I’ve had enough of your crazy ideas. I hope you realize that the last time I went out to party I got drunk and got married.”

“Sehun, would you please convince your wife to have a little fun on her birthday?” Nat called, ignoring you. Sehun appeared in the doorway. “I didn’t know it was your birthday,” he said. You rolled your eyes. “And the best husband award goes to..”

Sehun shrugged. “I know a great nightclub. Let’s go. You, me, Nat and Junmyeon. It’ll be like Vegas all over again.”

You bit your lip. “That’s exactly what I don’t want it to be like.”

But later that night, you were being dragged along anyway, in a tight black dress you hadn’t worn in ages. You must’ve imagined the way Sehun looked at you, his ears going slightly red at the tips.

You were frankly tired of loud music and alcohol. And so you sat at the bar while Nat when crazy on the dance floor, pulling Junmyeon along with her.

To your surprise, Sehun sat with you. “I don’t like this song,” he said simply. You hid a smile. When had he suddenly got so considerate?

You stirred your mocktail. “Weird, isn’t it? In a month or so we won’t be married anymore.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Sehun was silent for a few minutes, and you almost wished you hadn’t said anything. 

“Yeah, weird. But we can keep in touch,” he said finally. You nodded awkwardly. “I guess.”

You suddenly felt as though a heavy weight was settling over your chest. The flashing lights and music ringing in your ears were all at once overwhelming.

You stood up abruptly. “I’m gonna go get some air.” You didn’t wait to hear his response, quickly making your way out of the club, pushing through the crowd of people.

Once outside, you took a couple of deep breaths. You had to pull it together. There was no way in hell you were suddenly getting feelings for Sehun. You were not going to let it happen. 

“Y/N?”

You turned at the mention of your name. And felt your whole body freeze.

It was him. The man you’d vowed never to see ever again. The man you’d wasted a year of your life with, only to have him break your heart. You automatically took a step back.

He held his arms up defensively. “I just want to talk.” “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say,” you spat. “You don’t get to fuck other girls and then expect me believe anything you say.”

“Whoa. It was one girl. And it was an accident. You know that. I was stressed out, drunk—”

You gaped at him. “So? I’ve been stressed too, asshole. That didn’t mean I cheated on you. You’re pathetic.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just-I saw you here and everything came back to me. Seeing you looking so good, it just—I want you back,” he said, taking a step towards you, grabbing your hand.

You tried to snatch away from his grip. “Let go of me.” 

“Not until you let me make it up to you,” he said, pulling you closer. You shoved him in the chest, but he didn’t budge. You felt sudden fear wash over you. You just wanted to get away from him and his disgusting touch. 

And then suddenly, he was being pulled away from you by someone strong, stumbling backward. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. “What the fuck are you doing?” asked Sehun calmly, looking at him levelly in the eye.

Your ex-boyfriend roughly pulled his arm away. “Why the fuck do you care?” he sneered. “Did he hurt you?” asked Sehun, looking at you. You shook your head, swallowing. 

Your ex stared at you. “Who is this guy, Y/N?” Before you could reply, Sehun spoke. “I’m her husband,” he said, smiling. “So you better get the fuck away from her.”

He gaped at Sehun. And then at you. And then he laughed. “This is a joke, right? You’re telling me you left me and then immediately found this guy to fuck and marry? Shit, Y/N. I underestimated you. I didn’t think you were such a slu—”

He was cut off by Sehun punching him square in the jaw. “Oh my god, Sehun, stop!” you yelled, grabbing him to pull him back. Your ex-boyfriend’s eyes were alive in rage as he swung forward, aiming for Sehun’s face, but he ducked in time.

Just then, as if a godsend, Junmyeon ran out of the club, panting. “Hey, hey! Break it up, man,” he said, quickly stepping between the two men. Sehun’s face was calm, like it always was, but you could see the silent fury in his eyes.

Your ex spat on the ground, his lip bleeding. “You’re fucking crazy. All of you.” “Get lost,” you said in a low voice. “I mean it. I don’t want to ever see you again.” 

And then you were pulling Sehun with you and walking away, Junmyeon following behind.

You winced as Sehun slammed the door of the apartment shut. “What a fucking asshole,” he muttered, throwing himself onto the couch. 

“Thanks for sticking up for me back there,” you said, awkwardly sitting down next to him. He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to thank me. It was just my first instinct. To protect you.”

You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. To your astonishment, Sehun also went red, as if he was surprised at his words.

“Look, I know this is probably going to sound really strange, but I don’t think I want this divorce any more,” he blurted.

You stared at him in shock. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I think I want to stay married. To you,” he said, turning away in embarrassment. “But why?” you asked, bewildered. Was there a chance...?

“I like you, okay?” said Sehun abruptly. “I like annoying you, and I like fighting with you, and I like sitting here doing nothing with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it’s true. Yo-you make me happy. Even though I know I probably don’t show it at all.”

You started to smile. “I don’t want the divorce either. I want to try and make this work. Our marriage is probably the most unconventional and crazy thing that has ever happened in my incredibly boring life so far. I never realized how much I needed someone like you, Sehun.”

He started to laugh. “I seriously did not think it would come to this. What the hell do we tell the court now?”

“That we somehow fell in love over 6 months and decided to stay together?” you suggested. Sehun raised an eyebrow. “Did you just say the L-word?”

“Maybe,” you said, feeling dangerous as you scooted closer to him. He tilted his head slightly, his lips inches from yours.

“I don’t know how long I’ve held back,” he murmured, and then his lips were on yours, and your heart was alive.

When you pulled away from the kiss, breathless, you felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire. “Well, what do you want to do with 2 million dollars?” you asked, dazed. Sehun smirked. “Late honeymoon?” You giggled. “We really won the jackpot, didn’t we?”

“I know I did,” said Sehun. “I won you.”

You burst out laughing. “Dude, if you don’t stop being so sappy I might have to re-think that divorce.”

Sehun just grinned. 

“I guess what happens in Vegas doesn’t really stay in Vegas, does it?”

A/N: I really really hoped you liked it as much as I loved writing it! Seriously, this was so much fun to imagine! Please do send me your thoughts :)

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Type: Angst

Character: DO Kyungsoo x Reader

Words Counted: 3k2+

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To you, being an idol isn’t the easiest job in the world. Or the most ‘joyful’ one either. It’s almost like a one-way ticket with no way to return to where you came from. You’re in it, to make a living out of it. There are ups and downs on being an idol. Yes, being an idol means you get the opportunity to see the world, meet new people, being invited to the A listers party, and to inspire people all around the globe. But, being an idol has it’s down too. People would literally comment on everything you say, do—even wherever you go. One false movement then you could end up in the gossip column or even be thrown at a scandalous news to the world. Small conversation with the opposite sex might attract new romance rumors, when really—they’re just having a friendly conversation. If you’re going on a hiatus, people might think that you’re hiding something, of you’re waiting until some scandalous news about you die down before you go back. It’s hard.

But it’s harder when you’re dating another idol.

You met him right after an award show. At that time, it was raining and you were wearing a revealing dress. It was cold, so you were hugging yourself basically.

           “You cold?” A voice asked you. You turn to see none other than the man standing with a matching blue suit.

           “Ah, yeah… My manager is… somewhere, I guess… She left my coat in the car, so here I am, freezing to death.” You joked, and he let out a chuckle before he could take his suit off.

           “Here, wear mine first.” He said giving it to you.

           “Oh, no it’s okay! I’ll be okay—”            “Just wear it, it’s fine…” He said putting it on to you. He then leans in closer to your ear.

           “There are photographers above us, I just don’t want them getting pictures that they shouldn’t take.” He whispered. You turn to him, who was pressing his lips together firmly as he took a step away.

           “Keep it, maybe we’ll meet again someday.” He said before walking away from you as you pull his suit tighter to cover you.

           “Congrast on the win by the way!” He shouted happily and you just smiled.

And you’re glad that the both of you crosses paths for the second time. He was out with his friends, while you were dining by yourself. Wearing a black hoodie and sweats, while he was wearing a black cap, a white t-shirt and a sweatpants with a pair of sandals.

           “The girl with the dress is now the girl with sweats.” He said as he approached your table, and you just giggled.

           “Since, my dress was too revealing for the paparazzies, I need an outfit that covers most parts of my body too.” You winked and he chuckled.

           He looked at his friends for a brief second before turning back to you.

           “So listen, I’m with my friends right now, but I would really love to have a meal with you and get to know you a little bit more in the future, so… can I call you or text you later?” He asked. And you just smiled before both of you could exchange phone numbers.

You talked to him almost everyday until he finally asked you out on dinner. He didn’t want any public media knows about it, so he invited you down to his place where he cooks all of the meal.

           “You cook this much?” You asked as you approached the dinning table in his house.

           “Yeah, I didn’t know how much we’d both be eating, so… I made this much.” He said.

           You turn your head to him and he was smiling from ear to ear. “The more the better.” He said.

He asked you to be his girlfriend on the third date, which was at his place, and the both of you were just watching Netflix until you both got into an intimate conversation.

           “Umm… I don’t know, I think it’s too risky.” You whispered before his forehead could touch yours.

           “I know… but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He said.

           You could feel his hand on your back, pulling you closer into his arms.

           “If you don’t want to do it, it’s fine—but I really want to take this chance, even it’s risky.” He said.

           “Nobody can know about us—especially the media!” You pointed out to him, staring deep into his eyes.

           “Especially that.” He said.

           “We have to tell both of our manager so they can help us with our meeting plan, so no media can ever see us.” You told him, and he nodded his head.

           “Of course, we’re just going to keep this out from the media, and our friends.” He said.

           “Okay…”

           “Okay… So you want to do this?” He asked as his eyes traveled down to your lips before he could look back into your eyes.

           “Yes, yes, I want to do this with you.” You nodded your head with a smile, your arms reflexively moved, wrapping it around his neck.    

           “Okay…” He said in a low voice before he could press his plump lips on yours.

You’ve been dating THE Do Kyungsoo—the singer and actor—for 6 months now since that night he asked you to be his girlfriend. You kept this information really close. Your head agency and also Kyungsoo’s head agency already knew about this, and they agree to keep it as a secret as long as it can. Both yours and Kyungsoo’s manager knows about it too, and both of them have been working together to keep all sorts of public attention, medias, tabloids, fans away from you and Kyungsoo. They also helped to arrange on how you get to Kyungsoo’s place without being spotted, or the other way around it and it has been working so well—

So far.

You were currently eating lunch with you co-star near where you were shooting your drama. You could see some fans whispering as they pass by and some of them let out a squeal of excitement. Not long after that, public media starts to trickled in one by one.

           “Ah, the media’s here.” Minjae said, prepping himself to get off from his seat.

           You looked over yoru shoulders and you could see people hurling the front door with their camera ready in hand.

           You nodded your head before getting up from your seat.

           “Shall we go?” You asked, and Minjae nodded his head.

           Before you could leave the place, you thanked the owner by bowing your head slightly as Minjae followed you. He pulled your hand so that he exit the building first, pushing the both of you through the paparazzi and exciting fans.

           Questions were started being thrown at the both of you. Starting from the questions about yoru drama, then to yours and Minjae’s dating life.

           “Can you tell us what the drama is about?”

           “Can we confirm that you guys are having an off-screen romance?”

           “KIM MINJAE WE LOVE YOU!”

           “Is it true that you’re dating (Y/N)?”

           “(Y/N), are you dating DO Kyungsoo at the moment?”

           You heard the question, but you didn’t react to it, otherwise people would already get a confirmation. You and Minjae didn’t answer to any of the questions and proceed to Minjae’s car.

           “Aish… can people move aside, we’re trying to get out from this place.” He said turning his car engine on.

           You let out a light laugh, but really your head was too distracted by the question that was asked by the media.

“(Y/N), are you dating DO Kyungsoo at the moment?”

As Minjae drove his car slowly out from the parking space, you fished yoru phone out from your purse to send a quick text to Kyungsoo.

Hey, are you busy today?

You send the text and as you reached the set, you got a reply from Kyungsoo.

From: K

Just finished rehearsing, why?

But, as you were about to reply, your director was already calling out for you and Minjea to get on the next scene. So you placed your phone back into your purse before you get back into your job. But as the day goes by, you didn’t feel safe, everything was distracting, you lose focus, to the point Minjae asked you if you’re okay. Right after the shoot, you thanked everyone before proceeding to go straight home.  You plopped yourself on the couch of your living room as you opened yoru phone.

4 Missed Calls from K

3 Unread Messegaes from K

From: K

Are you home?

For: K

Yes

As you placed your phone on your stomach, you let out a sigh before you could feel your phone vibrating on you.

“Hello?” You answered.

           “Hey, I’m on my way to you right now, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Kyungsoo said, and you could feel your body went rigid as you sat up. He must’ve known something.

           “Soo, I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’m scared if the media has secretly followed me home.” You said, getting up from the couch, stepping out to your balcony.

           You saw a couple of people hiding behind the bushes, seemingly ready for Kyungsoo to be caught red-handed to come by to your place.

           “Where are you right now?” He asked you, his voice was stern.

           “I’m at my apartment.” You answered him, your eyes still looking down on the people below.

           “Let’s just meet at my house—but make sure no one is following you.” He added.

           “Okay.” You said, walking back inside before locking your balcony glass.

           “And (Y/N)…” Kyungsoo called.

           “Yeah?” You stopped your tracks as you were putting your coat on.

           “Becareful okay? I love you.” He said.

           “I love you too.” You replied before you could hung up the phone and went straight down to your car.

By the time you hit the road, you knew you were being followed. But you made turns that just didn’t make any sense, you stopped by McDonalds to kill time as well.

           When you got back into the road, Kyungsoo called you.

           “Where are you? I’m already here, waiting for you.” He said in a worried tone.

           “I’m on my way, I was driving around and stopped at McDonalds first, so that nobody is really suspecting a thing.” You told him.

           “Okay, I’ll be waiting for you okay? Becareful.” He said again.

           You hung up the call and continue to drive towards Kyungsoo’s house… while trying to enjoy the fries you just bought.

You parked your car and you can already see Kyungsoo waiting for you outside. He was wearing a khaki pants and black sweater.

           “Hey, come in.” He said, taking your hand before closing the door and locking it.

           He then greeted you before pulling you into a hug.

           “How was your day?” He asked you.

           “It was fine… Until I finished up lunch with Minjae, and then suddenly someone asked if we’re dating—I got distracted.” You told him, pulling away from his hug.

           “You mean, you and Minjae dating?” Kyungsoo asked.

           “No Soo, I mean us…” You said, your voice getting small.

           You can see his expression changed, and his jaw clenched after you said it.

           “I know, because I was asked the same question as well when I walked out of the studio and…” He then walked to the living room where his laptop was sitting on top of his coffee table. He took it with his hand and he showed you the screen.

THE MULTITALENTED DO KYUNGSOO IS DATING THE BEAUTIFUL NATIONAL ACTRESS, (Y/N)

You turn to Kyungsoo, who has his arms crossed on his chest. You took the laptop from him before taking a seat on his couch and proceed to read the article.

It is no mystery that DO Kyungsoo is one of the most favourite idol in the world. And (Y/N) is one of the rising star in the acting world, and is currently working on a drama with Kim Min-Jae. Fans are speculating that there will be an on-goingm on and off screen romance between the two actors. But to what we know is, the actress is having an off screen romance with the Idol, DO Kyungsoo. Both DO Kyungsoo and (Y/N) has been spotted together last month but, none of them shares any statement about their relationship.

You read the article further and it just makes you nervous and furious even more. You placed it back on the coffee table before bringing your legs up against yoru chest.

           “My manager sent me the article, and I told him that I want to talk to you about it first.” He said and you reply by nodding you head.

           “Did he say anything else?” You asked him, but your eyes avoiding Kyungsoo’s.

           “He gave me options.” He said, his tone sounded heavy.

           You turn your head to finally look at him with a raised eyebrow.

           “It’s either, we verified the news, and announce that we are indeed dating, or, we have to part ways for a brief moment.” He said.

           “How long?” You asked him, but he just shrugged.

           “You know it’s a bad idea to come out as a couple for the both of us right?” You asked him. He pressed his lips before letting out a long heavy breath, agreeing to the hard truth.

           Kyungsoo is planning on coming back with a new album with his friends, while you’re still working on your drama. You thought about the damage if you both come out to the public as a couple. Kyungsoo’s music wouldn’t be supported, so will your drama. Fans would start to attack you—especially you, because you know how fans are in this industry. You thought about other scandals that might turn up. Having a relationship with Kyungsoo then, media might stir it up that you’re also having a relationship with Minjae, because most of the time you’re going to be seen with him.

           There was silence between you and Kyungsoo, both of you deep in your own thoughts. You then suddenly felt Kyungsoo’s touch on you knee and you turn to him. He gave you a small, assuring smile before you could smile back. You knew that he has made his decision.  

           “You want to take a pause?” You asked him.

           “I think it’s best we take a pause first, right?” He asked again, and you bit your bottom lip before nodding your head.

           You stared at his closed laptop, feeling your eyes started to sting.

            “I don’t want it to pause, but we have to right?” You asked him, tears started to stream down your face. Kyungsoo quickly moved closer to you as you scrambled yourself to get into his embrace. You could feel his arms pulling you tighter.

           “It’s not fair.” You whimpered burying your face on his chest.

           “I know… but I think this is what’s best for you too baby.” He said, and you just nodded your head. You hate that what he was saying was right.

           “Hey… look at me.” He said, pulling your face and he let out a chuckle as he saw your crying face. He always find it very cute.

           “I thought taking Chanyeol and Sehun to a club would be hard, but this is much harder than I thought. He said, sucsessfully made you laugh a little. “We’re taking a pause, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t be there for you, that doesn’t mean that I won’t take your calls or answer your text okay? I’ll try to be there for you as much I can.” He said, only to make you tear up again.

           “Maybe right now is not the right time for us to be together, but I’m certain that we’ll be together again soon enough when the time is right.” He smiled, despite how heartbroken it is to see you cry.

           You both stayed like that for hours until it was time for you to get back home. As you both walked towards the door, your steps and heart felt really heavy. You turn around before you quickly could put your arms around Kyungsoo’s neck. He was surprised at first, but only to hug you tighter seconds later.

           “I love you (Y/N)… so much, this is the hardest decision we both have to agree on.” He whispered, and you could tell he’s trying his best not to cry too by the sound of his voice cracking.

           “I don’t want to let go…” You whimpered, but you heard him chuckle.

           “Don’t be silly, you have a shoot to do tomorrow right?” He asked, pulling his face so that he could see you.

           He tucked strands of hair behind your ear as he gave you a warm smile.

           “I love you.” He said again.

           “I love you too Soo.” Your voice sounded so small, it was almost a whisper.

           He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You felt his grip on your side getting stronger, his lips getting warmer as his tongue explored your mouth. You got your hands all tangled up in his hair as the other one gripped his shoulder.

           You’re going to miss his kisses.

           You’re going to miss his touch.

           You’re going to miss his attention and love.

           You’re truly going to miss him.

           You didn’t want his kiss to end, you didn’t want him to let go of you, you didn’t want this relationship to take a pause. You don’t want to leave. You don’t want this to happen. You wished all of this was a dream.

           Once his lips parted from yours, both of you were gasping for air before you could meet his eyes.

           His hands moved to the sides of your face before he could look down on the ground, and you could heard him sniffed.

He cried.

“Be careful okay?” He said, a tear stream down his face.

           You nodded your head and he kissed your cheek and you lips for the last time before he could fully let go of you.

           You opened the door and walked towards your car. You got into your car and tried to control your mind and you breathing because you’re going to be behind the wheel. You start your car and you saw Kyungsoo standing in front of the door. You saw him with a smile before raising his hand, waving to you. You smiled before you pulled away from the driveway and drove back to you apartment.

As you reached your apartment, you closed the door behind you before you could lean your back to it and slid down to the floor as you started crying. For the past 4 months everything was in the clear. 4 months went by beautifully. But anything beautiful could come to an end as well. You thought about where did it went wrong? Where did you both slipped? Has somebody been spying on the both of you all month long? You continue to run through you memory before turning up empty handed and drag your steps to you bedroom. You changed into you sleepwear and as you were washing your face, you just noticed how puffy your eyes are and how messy your hair was.

           Slipping under the covers, you kepts sniffling, and tears just kept on streaming down your face.

“I love you Kyungsoo…” You whispered to yourself, hoping that maybe you both could be together again.

Because you felt your happiest when you’re with him.

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[exobyharu]

I love you, Baekhyun. Sorry I keep picking on you. 💙

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[noona-clock]

Queen of the Underworld

T, I loved your Gods/Soulmate AU so much because I’m such a nerd when it comes to Greek Mythology lol. Can I please request for Kyungsoo? I see him as either Hades or Perseus lol but I’m sure whichever you choose would be perfect! Thank you ❤️

@katrina-noona, here you are my, love! I think this is... okay, but I had fun writing it! So I hope you still like it either way! 

Genre: God AU

Pairing: Kyungsoo x You 

By Admin T 

He could still remember when it’d happened. He’d asked you to dinner. Not that he ate much but you did. It was the least he could do for you after everything that you’ve been forced to do ever since he’d laid eyes on you. Gone from your family, from your world and forced to stay with him for half of a year. Kyungsoo sometimes wished that he hadn’t met you. And, yet, his heart longed for you. 

He was taken by your beauty, your happiness and your joy. He hadn’t meant to see you but as soon as he did, with your bright eyes and the flowers in your hair, he knew that you were his and that you were both meant to be. Maybe it took a bit longer for you to get there and maybe the gods and everyone else rebelled against it but his heart never faltered for you. 

Your eyes widened as soon as you stepped into the banquet hall. It was usually empty, dark and grey. But the table consisted of flowers, leaves, fruits and any other colors unimaginable to be seen in the Underworld. 

Kyungsoo gulped. “It’s, er, I figured you liked fruit.” 

You stared at him momentarily in awe. Was Kyungsoo, the God of the Underworld, wooing you with fruit? You felt your lips turn into a smile but licked your lips to hide it instead. 

“Ah,” you murmured softly as you took a step closer towards the dining table. “And... this will be filling for you?” Dinner usually consisted of bread, meat, wine. This was the opposite. Then again, both of you were. 

He pulled the chair for you. “As long as you are, then I am too.” 

You surprised him every step of the way. There were three regions of the Underworld. As his partner, his queen and the goddess of the Underworld, he took the time to show you where he lived and where you would dwell with him. 

At Tartarus, the deepest region of the Underworld and otherwise known as hell, you didn’t flinch. You looked down and even took a brave step forward and asked about the Titans. Kyungsoo all but had a heart attack and grabbed your wrist before you could get any further, causing a shuffle and his arms wrapped around you protectively. 

“W-where did you think...” he stammered, his eyes wide and still in shock of what you just did. 

You smirked playfully. “Are you being affectionate with me, Kyungsoo?” 

He blinked and tried to find his words. “Let’s go.” He tentatively let go of you but kept his fingers intertwined with yours, refusing to let you go. 

You’d fallen asleep on his shoulder by accident. He’d shown you the Elysian Fields next. Paradise. Home of the heroic and where mortals aspired to go to. You’d immediately spotted a bench as you took in the view.  It was light, free from sorrow or grief. You were glad he’d shown it to you last. 

“I had no idea this existed here,” you said more so to yourself than to Kyungsoo. He led you towards a nearby bench as you both quietly sat next to each other. 

“Not most mortals do,” explained Kyungsoo. “When everyone thinks of the Underworld, they think of despair. Not this possibility.” 

You glanced over at him, your eyes thoughtful. “They don’t think of the possibility of you either.” 

Kyungsoo’s brows furrowed. “Of me? Of course they know I’m here.” 

You shook your head with a small smile. “Of course they do,” you replied, your head falling on his shoulder. “But they only see one side of you. This, they don’t see. Just like your Elysian Fields.” 

Kyungsoo was thankful that you weren’t facing him. His heart leapt. But as soon as he found out that you’d fallen asleep, your eyes closed and your breathing even, he stayed frozen to the spot for hours, barely breathing, for fear of waking you up. 

Kyungsoo was in a mood. The deal was that you’d stay in the Underworld for half of year and remain on earth during the other half. It was breaking his heart to know that you’d be away. 

He didn’t say much but he showed it through his actions. The gentle touches that only the two of you would see, a hint of a smirk from his face that you’d mirror playfully and unsaid declarations of love that you both teetered on during the past six months. 

And, yet, once there were only a few days left for you to leave, neither of you could say a word. 

“You must be happy,” said Kyungsoo as he walked you to your bedroom. He’d been kind enough to give you your space, never forcing to ask you to sleep with him or stay in his room. He was careful and cautious. You could tell that he cared. 

“Happy?” you murmured in confusion, pausing in front of your door. 

“You get to go back home soon.” He shifted uncomfortably, almost looking sad. 

You took a step forward, your fingers finding his. The words were out of your mouth before you could think. “This is home, with you,” you said softly. His eyes widened as he searched your face for anything that indicated otherwise. 

“Y/N, you don’t have to...” he stammered shyly. 

You pressed your lips to his and both of your hearts stilled, then beat in time. He kissed you in return, the Queen of the Underworld. 

You ran towards him as soon as you saw Kyungsoo. He had that stoic face that he always had but you saw his eyes turn and his lips curl and you knew he was happy to see you. Your arms found his neck, your body colliding into his as he let out a low laugh. You laughed in return, pulling back with a bright smile. 

“That’s an unforgettable hello,” he teased with a smile. 

“Half a year without you is torture,” you sighed, frowning as the carriage led you both away to the Underworld. 

Kyungsoo nodded, refusing to let you go for the next six months. “It is,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “But we’ve got the rest of eternity with each other. Just always come back to me.” 

You smiled, tiptoeing to kiss his smile. “Always.” 

GO TO PART 2

Note: Also inspired by another Nikita Gil quote! 

I asked Persephone, “How could you grow to love him? He took you from flowers to a kingdom where not a single living thing can grow.”

Persephone smiled, “My darling, every flower on your earth withers. What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.”

Find Part 2 in the EXO Series Masterlist!

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[sooghostwriter]

First Chance

Genre: AU. Save for work for now. Smut in future chapters.  Mature (As in main characters are talking mature matters)

Pairing: Do Kyung Soo  x OC

Plot: After a family loss and a health emergency, Bong Hee moves into the countryside to feel better with her life. There she meets Do Kyung Soo, a farmer and family friend who helps her to go through what is going on and who walks beside her during this character development part of her life. 

Here is the playlist that goes with the fanfic. 

Chapter 1 

“How  is it possible that a job, only a job, could have messed me up that badly” She rested her head on her hands, half wanting to cry, half wanting to scream “Your job was very demanding, and maybe you weren’t emotionally prepared for that, also, your physical health is not good, almost every vitamin and mineral in your body is low, your sodium though, off the charts, you have high cholesterol, your sugar level is normal though” She laughed a little bit “I’m only 28, who has a stroke at 28?, clearly not only I wasn’t emotionally prepared for it, but neither my body was prepared for the stress” The doctor only nodded “What should I do?”

“Start eating healthy, and I don’t mean salads, I mean drop the frozen food and go to the grocery store, but most importantly, take a rest Bong Hee” That came as a shock.

Rest.

That was an unfamiliar word. She hasn’t taken a rest since high school. At some point, she stopped fighting for rest. Her teachers didn’t allow her, her parents didn’t allow her. At one point studying became a necessary thing for her to do.

At one point working became a necessary thing for her.

And eating was something her body also needed, but she never cared about what food she was putting inside of her.

Since she was 15 she got used to functioning at 500 mph, always full battery.

And now at age 28…her body was giving up on that live style. A fricking stroke almost killed her “Not really, this was just a warning, a wakeup call. The next one maybe is not going to kill you, but it will leave sequels”

“So I have to hit the brakes”

“Yes”

“Or I’m going to die at some point”

“We are all going to die, but yeah, you are going to die first” And that was all it took for her to stop the machinery.

That same afternoon she quit her job. 

///

“Your grandmother died yesterday” Her response was almost robotic. 

“I’m sorry Mom”

“Well, she was old”

“Sure”

“And living a life like hers…I hope she died happy” Maybe happier if you have visited her more often Mom, she thought, a bit cynically. She, her only granddaughter, stopped visiting her at 14.

“Anyway, we are going to Samjicheon for her funeral, can they give you a couple of days at your work?”

“Mom, I quit my job”

“You did what?!” She didn’t stay for the rest of it.

///

She shared the car with her mom and dad to Samjicheon. And it was a very quiet ride. Because all the shouting happened at home. Her father was furious, her mother was embarrassed, and she was worried that her parents will cause her a second stroke.

Her grandmother’s funeral was held at her house. An old hanok house, surrounded by greenery and flowers and fresh air and calm and real life, not like the one in Seoul. As she got inside the house, the first thing that called her attention was the number of people inside. Easily 50 people, talking to each other, seated on the floor, hanging in the hallways, making toasts in the name of her grandmother, kids running around, and several animals moving around the house, and people just kept coming.

Her mother was clearly upset, her father straight-up walked outside the house into the car. Bong Hee was a bit under a spell. She walked around the house, looking at the faces who came to say the last goodbye. Everybody bowed at her with a warm smile, they even knew her name, some old ladies recognized her. She walked inside the main room and she saw the picture of her grandmother, smiling warmly at everybody, her eyes completely closed by the action. Suddenly she wanted to cry. It was like nausea. Her body wanted to crawl on the floor. Just cry, cry her guts out. But her mom stopped her. 

“Bong Hee, this man wants to talk to you” The man was her grandmother’s lawyer. An old man with a light blue shirt, pink pants, and a sweaty forehead. He did not look like a lawyer. 

“Can we have a word Bong Hee, your mom told me that you are leaving today, and this is very important” She followed him to the closest room, a room that looked like a miniature public library, she wanted to look around but the lawyer stopped her. 

“I know this is a hard time, but your grandmother will definitely haunt me if I don’t take care of this now” He took a big envelope from a dirty tote bag he was caring on his shoulder and passed it to her. 

“This is her will. She gave away almost all of her possessions, except for this house, a couple of apartments in Seoul and Bussan, and two pieces of land around here. She left those to you. She always had a sweet spot for you, she never shut up about you, so it was obvious…ummm, you need to sign some papers and that’s it…yes…that’s it” Bong Hee was in shock. She has been in shock since she woke up in the hospital, but now it was different. She was in shock, afraid and sad. There were a lot of emotions bubbling inside of her.

She signed the papers. Three for each property. God, her grandma was filthy rich. 

“She said to me that you can do whatever you want with these things…sell, donate, live in…whatever you want…so, that’s it…that’s it?… I feel like I’m forgetting something” This guy can’t be a lawyer, she thought. 

“OH RIGHT!” He shouted a bit too loud. 

“Look, the two pieces of land that she gave you,  she rented them to somebody, one to an old friend from here who uses it to grow grass for his cows, and the other to a young man who dedicates to growing strawberries and peaches” He handed her a folder this time with the rent contracts of each land. She read them, kind of, but something caught her attention. 

“10 dollars? That’s  their rent?”

“Your grandma was the best at helping people, you must be very proud of her…and sad too, I’m sorry that we have to do this now” He bowed at her and left the room to pick up a call. She was holding all the papers the sweaty lawyer handed her, not reading them, but staring at them, kind of absent.  Her grandma was filthy reach…and she was filthy good. The number of people that were in that house, the 10-dollar rent, the ‘she gave away all her stuff´ comment…all those things were proof of it. She was good, a really good person, and they all loved her. Nausea came again. At least she didn’t die alone, right? The nausea was stronger. She thought about her granddaughter until her last moment.

She cared about her until the last day. 

The first wave of sadness came onto her suddenly. She sat on the old couch, scared that she would faint. But her catharsis was interrupted again. 

“Good afternoon, I’m Do Kyung Soo, I was your grandmother's friend and tenant, I came to greet you” She took a big, deep gulp of air and turned around to face him.

She blinked away the few tears in her eyes, clearing her view and she saw this Do Kyung Soo guy. He was standing at the entrance of the room, rigid waiting to bow at her.

Oh damn.

Damn you Do Kyung Soo.

The lawyer did say young man, but this was too young. He was clearly her same age, younger maybe. He bowed at her as soon as she made eye contact with him. 

“I’m very sorry for your lost, we will miss Queeny so much"

"Queeny?” He looked a bit flustered. 

“Yeah, at the farm we called her like that because she was definitely a queen, but she was so tiny” And there, Do Kyung Soo smiled, and it felt like a damn firework. Suddenly he looked younger and sweeter. His eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips did this thing. This cute thing hard to describe, he crunched his nose, just a little bit, his eyes looked like half-moons, his cheeks looked like apples, and his mouth…god.  

“She was very small, yeah ” she answered, feeling smitten by the memory of her grandma, and maybe his smile. 

“We are very sad to see her go, but we are glad she lived a long, happy life, I aim to do that"

"Yeah, me too” she answered, not sure why.

Bong Hee and her parents left the place late. Everybody had left, some people stayed to take care of the house, her closest friend. They asked her to come back soon. She told them that she was going to be back on Friday, not sure why.

///

She was back in Seoul, back at her place, her ears buzzed, and her legs felt a bit numb. She turned on the shower, took off her clothes that smelled strongly like flowers and got under the water. And there, finally, she was able to crawl and cry.

///

That Monday she was released from the hospital after her “situation”, that same Monday she quit her job, on Tuesday her grandma died, and now it was Wednesday, and she was at home. With nothing to do.

Her body almost whispered a thank you to her.

She ate breakfast and started reading the papers that the lawyer gave her.

In fact, her grandma left her some good pieces of property. If the neighborhood meant something, those properties could give her enough money to pay her rent, food, and everything her life needed.

On Thursday she took care of the properties, passing them to a real state agency so they could manage them. She almost saw the money sign in their eyes.

And for the pieces of land, she had no other option than to go back there and see what to do.

///

By Friday she was already leaving her bags at her grandma’s room.

The ladies who took care of the house prepared her a good breakfast, explained to her how to do some things at the house, and after chatting with her a bit, left, promising a visit.

By now her mood was better.

She was sad by the entire situation, of course, but now she wasn’t as shocked as before. She kind of made peace with the death of her grandma, and for some reason, she felt satisfied. As if some pieces were falling into place. Her mind wasn’t settled on what to do, but it was definitely clearer.

She didn’t know yet when she was coming back to Seoul, she didn’t tell anybody that she was coming here. Again, her mind wasn’t settled, but being there was a clear and concrete idea in her mind.

What for?

Mourning, healing, running away, taking care of her new properties, and their tenants. 

The old ladies who feed her breakfast also left lunch ready for her. She grabbed her plate and sat at the table in the middle of the garden. Two of her grandma’s dogs, three cats, and a goat came closer to her and gave her company as she ate her lunch. And her stomach received the food in complete bliss, finally eating at peace, with clean air and non-toxic food.

The rest of the day went by like that. Relaxation itself. Time passed slower. But in a good way. Time passed at its normal speed actually. Only in Seoul an hour was 10 seconds long. Here it was 60 minutes. And you could do a lot in those 60 minutes. Like, take a nap or cares the head of the calico cat that refused to leave her lap.

Her head was clearer now.

///

She woke up early the next day.

She washed her teeth, and feed the seven pets her grandma owned, between cats, dogs, chickens and a goat. Then feed herself and then fall asleep again next to the living room window under the sunlight. She was dreaming…something, she couldn’t quite grasp the meaning of it, but then a male voice, a bit familiar, started ringing in the corner of her mind.  It was calling her.

“Miss…miss?” She wanted to wake up, took a bit of effort, but finally, the voice was clear, and her eyes opened slowly to the morning light. Sitting on the other side of the window it was him, dammed Do Kyung Soo. God, she remembered him so clearly.

She opened the sliding window and greeted him a bit happy. 

“I was in the market and the ladies there told me you were here”

“Yes, I arrived yesterday”

“Sorry, I don’t want to sound rude, but we didn’t introduce ourselves properly the other day” She offered her hand, which he grabbed  with enthusiasm, and introduced herself. 

“I’m Kang Bong Hee, it’s nice to meet you”

“Same Kang Bong Hee” He replied with a smile that was different from the one he showed her some days ago, but it was still very cute. 

“You can call me Bong Hee”

“Oh, then please call me Kyung Soo, here, I brought you these from my farm” There was a lot of pride in the way he said ´My farm` and the pride was bigger when he grabbed something from behind him and settled in front of her. A basket filled to the rim with strawberries and peaches sat in front of her, luring her with the scent, she could taste them just by looking at them. She grabbed the basket, almost pulling it into a hug. She loved strawberries so much, and peaches drove her crazy. 

“Thank you so much,” She said, trying to really convey how happy she was. He smiled at her again, that cute smile from before.

She invited Kyung So to seat at the table in the garden and wait for her as she went to the kitchen for a coffee for him and some strawberries for her. 

“I’m glad you came Kyung Soo…you see, my grandma left some of her properties to me, and one of those is the farm you are renting” He frowned, straighten his back, and settled his hands on top of the table. 

“I see, so we have to talk business”

“Yes, could you clarify something to me? Is your rent really 10 dollars?”

“Yes, 10 dollars, your grandma set the price, is a very low price, I know, but in exchange, I would come here twice a week, help her with some things around the house, and I had to be alert about any emergency she could have”

“What do you mean by emergency”

“She had vertigo crisis sometimes, like once or twice a month, she couldn’t even get out of bed, so I would come here, cook for her, and feed the pets”

“Oh…that’s… I didn’t know…Thank you, Kyung Soo, thank you for doing that” She said, with deep honesty. He shook his head, resting importance on the issue. 

“So, if a keep the rent in 10 dollars, are you going to do that for me too?” Smooth, she thought, that was very smooth. 

“Of course! But… Do you have vertigo too?  and also, I can’t go to Seoul” His face showed worry and doubt and at the same time, all of it reflected in his furrowed eyebrows. 

“No, no, I don’t have vertigo, and you wouldn’t have to go to Seoul, I’m moving here” That was the first time she heard that idea. Her brain did not share that idea with her before. The surprise Kyung Soo showed was pretty much the same she felt hearing those words, her own words. 

“I’m moving here” She repeated, in case she had any doubts. 

“Those are great news, it’s amazing here, the town and this house” She only nodded smiling.

“And look…I know the rent is very low, I asked your grandma to rise it, but she always ignored me…tell me the new price so we can do all the paperwork”

“Don’t worry Kyung Soo, I wasn’t planning on raising the rent. That’s what my grandma wanted and you don’t have to come here either,  I think I can manage” He shook his head slowly from one side to the other. 

“I think Queeny would want me to help you,  at least at the beginning,  she always said that you were an overachiever and that sometimes it turned against you, taking care of this house is a lot of work and you can’t start from one day to the other just like that, it is a… “ She stopped listening when Kyung Soo said ´She always said`. 

"My grandma talked to you about me? ” She asked him in disbelief, her voice cracking a bit. 

“All the time” He answered, matter of fact. 

“How did she look when she spoke about me? ” She moved closer to him,  almost grabbing him,  as if that would give her a faster answer. Kyung Soo stared at the window,  smiling. 

“Proud? Yeah,  That’s the word. Proud, very happy too, she always spoke to all of us with shine in her eyes,  but when she spoke about you… She was beaming”

“Really?” She asked with a string of voice. 

“Yeah,  really,” He told her,  this time looking at her, conveying his words. 

“Thank you” She said,  looking at the floor, playing with her fingers, half smiling,  half pouting. Kyung Soo only patted her shoulder,  reading the room perfectly.

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OBLIVION (Part 1) | DISMISSAL (Part 3)

(You can read the synopsis in the Masterpost below)

Masterpost  |  Part 2

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x reader (AU)

Warnings: None yet.

Words: 3924.

A/N: So here it is guys!The third part of Dismissal! My collab with @oh-beyond and @messyscriptorium Don’t forget to read the previous parts they wrote. The next one will be Yixing again! Are you curious? 

Also, thanks to these two for beta-reading <3

(banner credits to @messyscriptorium ) 

You walked down the street carrying your grocery bags and mentally patting your back for all the offers you had taken advantage of. It seemed like you’d be having a proper meal for the next few days instead of the instant noodles that you had grown tired of munching. Yes, being broke did suck. A lot. But it could be worse, right? If you wanted to have money, you just needed to get a job. Easy.

You snorted. Finding a new job would be anything but easy after you had left the last one the way you did, but you had to. How would you not leave after catching one of your students giving a blow job to your boyfriend in your own living room?

Mrs. Jeon had almost begged for you to keep tutoring and assisting her daughter with her English lessons, but every time you looked at her the only thing you could see were her lips around Chulmoo’s dick. Of course you couldn’t teach her anymore, so you refused her plea without giving any particular reason. What would you say? Sorry madame but I can’t keep teaching your daughter because she is an early slut and my boyfriend is a son of a bitch? Well, it was an accurate statement, but... not an option. Maybe, if you had known back then that she would spread fake rumors about you being really capricious and unprofessional, you would have given it a second thought.

You shook your head expecting that all those memories would fade away, but once that Chulmoo found his way into your mind, you couldn’t kick him out, specially when you had to see the rest of his stuff while packing them.

A mellow meow brought you back to reality. The same grey stray cat that had been wandering up and down your street the last two weeks greeted you rubbing her fur against your legs.

“Hey there!”  you saluted happily, appreciating the distraction. “Did you smell that I bought cat food for you?”

She meowed again, like she had understood what you said and kept walking right beside you. Tough you looked kind of ridiculous talking to a cat that was not even yours, you didn’t really care. For the last weeks she had been the only company you had had so… you owed her more than any other human being around.

You reached your gate while still talking to the cat when two figures standing in front of your door attracted your attention, one of them already walking towards you.

“You, girl! I’ve been waiting for you for almost an hour! Who do you think you are to keep me waiting like that, huh?” cursed the big old man.

“Mr. Kang!” You faked surprise. “I had no idea you would be here, I’m sorry.”

You bowed politely, but it didn’t placate him at all. Mr. Kang was your landlord. He had been calling since the beginning of the month, probably to demand for you to pay the rent of his house. You imagined that was the reason, but you had never answered the phone so, you couldn’t be sure. But why would he call you if that wasn’t it?

“When will you pay me!? You didn’t pay the rent nor the bills of this current month or the last one! I want you to pay me now!” he stormed.

The pressure in your chest became a little too heavy when he listed all the things that you had to pay for. You had spent your last savings in the grocery shop. How would you pay for all that?

“Mr. Kang, please be patient with me…” you begged in a low voice, unable to look at him in the eye, “I don’t have the money yet…”

“Of course you don’t! Two months! I’ve been waiting two months for you to pay me, and you can’t even find a job!”

There it was again. Chulmoo and the reason why you couldn’t find any job as an English teacher. That fake rumor. Jiwha sucking your boyfriend’s dick…

You bowed and apologized again, hoping that he would take pity on you and give you more time, but mostly because you wanted to hide your watery eyes. You were ashamed.

“If you hadn’t left your boyfriend and your job at the same time you wouldn’t be in such a delicate situation. You’ve asked for it!”

His statement felt into your stomach like a punch, your tears were harder to hold back and you gave him a supplicat gaze. You understood that he had reasons to be angry, yet he had no right to torment you like that.

“Please, sir… give me until the end of this month… I’ll have the money. I promise…”

“I’ve heard that enough times already!” He was ruthless, and for a second you could almost feel the cold air of the night in your skin, while you were living in the street.

The second figure that was waiting in your door walked towards you slowly, unfazed by the situation, just looking at both of you like you were some kind of live show that he was not interested in.

“Excuse me,” he finally interrupted, getting your attention, “I don’t mean to interfere in your animated conversation but I’m in a rush and-”

“And who’s this guy?” roared the man in front of you. “Is he your new boyfriend? Is he going to pay all the money that you owe me?”

Your eyes were wide open. How would he assume something like that? Where, in the context of that guy’s sentence, could he find a hint to think he was your boyfriend?

“I....I… don’t know him…” you stuttered.

“No, she doesn’t,” he continued, maintaining his straight face, bored of the situation, “and I’m certainly not going to pay anything she owes you. I just need to have a couple of words with her so if you could-”

“Excuse me, kid,” mocked your landlord, “but you should learn manners and shut your mouth while your elders are talking so why don’t you-”

“Excuse me, sir!” grumbled the mysterious new guy next to you. “My name is Do Kyungsoo and I’m here sent by Mr. Kim Junseong. I need a minute with her before leaving and you’re making me, and my boss, lose our precious time. I don’t think he would appreciate something like that. Because you know who I’m talking about, right?”

A lump formed in your throat. Kim Junseong had sent someone to your house? One of the most important CEOs in Seoul needed something from you? Was that even possible?

As you could see, you were not the only one who recognized that name, because the angry man in front of you backed up a little and bowed apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea-” he was babbling.

“Well, you know now, so please, leave.” His gaze was fierce, and though he was younger and probably not as important as to make him leave your house, he still managed to impose his order.

Mr. Kang was leaving the place, still muttering something about being back soon when he made him stop in his tracks and stated in a serious tone,

“And don’t you ever dare to talk to me about manners when you were the one nagging a woman on the verge of tears!”

Your stomach flipped and you turned to look at him. Though you didn’t have any idea of who he was or what was he doing there you felt like you would always be thankful to him. You bowed and thanked him again, letting relief wash all over you.

“Thank you so much for what you did right now. If I can do anything for you just say it.”

When your eyes met his your heart skipped a beat. He was breathtakingly handsome. He was not really tall, but definitely taller than you. His skin was tanned and his features were huge. You could appreciate it since you were incapable of looking away from his lips, pillowy, tempting, inviting… you wondered how it would feel like being kissed by them.

He seemed to realize that you were staring because he readjusted the sleeves of the perfect black suit that hugged his body and coughed,

“Don’t thank me so fervently. He will be back. I didn’t fix your problem.”

Suddenly, the magic that surrounded him and kept you in awe disappeared and the tension and that annoying burden that you had felt a moment ago were back. Why did he say something like that? You knew he would be back, it wasn’t necessary for him to remind you so coldly that you were in trouble.

His big dark eyes were digging holes in yours since you didn’t know what to do. He was staring at you now, internally asking himself if you were going to say or do something.

“Well, if you’re not going to say anything I’ll say why I’m here.”

You looked everywhere, your hands still carrying the grocery bags, the cat, your bag, the door, his eyes, his lips…

He sighed.

“I’m looking for a tutor, an English tutor. Kim Junseong’s son will be having a break of his busy live in Seoul but he still wants to do something with his free time,” he lied, “so he wants to improve his English skills.”

You nodded vigorously and started to walk towards your front door, trying to reach your keys and telling him how much you would love to help him and what an honour it would be for you to tutor Kim Junmyeon, because you knew him. Because everyone, everywhere, did know who Kim Junmyeon was. Specially if you were a woman.

“No,” he cut immediately your enthusiasm, “I just came here because you are the first contact that I found when I looked for an English teacher in Namwon. I trusted that you would direct me to someone else.”

You were speechless. Why someone else? What was wrong with you?

“But… I’m an English teacher, I can do that…” you gulped seeing how the best option you had had in months was fading away.

“I need a man. A male teacher,” he stated cold as ice, as he wasn’t listening to your hidden plea.

“There’s…” you started, almost refusing to give away that chance, “there’s just another English teacher in this town.”

He nodded, waiting for you to keep going.

“He works in the primary school at the end of this street. He should be there if you go now but… he’s too busy already to accept another job. I know him.”

He half smiled and a shiver ran up and down your spine.

“I’m sure I will find a way to tempt him,” he stated.

He turned to leave but you spoke again before he went further away.

“Did I mention that I’m an English teacher, too?”

He revolved and looked at you, well, he checked you out, shamelessly, from head to toe, twice.

“You did, but it wouldn’t work.”

SEXIST! yelled your mind. You frowned and, this time, you let him go.

What an idiot.

---

He held the wheel tightly, trying to hide his anger. He couldn’t remember when was the last time that he hadn’t gotten whatever he wanted from someone. If he didn’t find in him the power to make people bow in front of him he would just mention the name of his boss and everything was settle down and ready for him to take whatever he wished. But not this time. This time a fucking school teacher from a town smaller than a thumb had rejected him, his boss and his check full of zeros that he was so sure would work.

When he parked his car again he took a couple of deep breaths before going out, ran his hand through his hair and checked his jacket. Perfect. Now or never.

He jumped out of the car, open the gate, as he has already done earlier that morning and walked towards the door, taking another deep breath before knocking.

When you finally opened the door he could read the surprise in your face, but it turned into a smile when he assumed you guessed why he was knocking on your door again. You had changed your clothes and your hair was down now. It made you look younger. Beautiful. In the back of his mind he still knew it was a bad idea.

“How can I help you?” you sang.

“You were right,” he admitted still furious but trying to keep his mind cold, “he turned down my offer.”

Your smile grew bigger. His hands itched in his pockets, he wanted to erase that smile. A good spank would show you where your limits were. He would show you manners.

“Ok… so?”

His eyes met yours. He didn’t have time for your games. He was not one to play with so he went straight to the heart of the problem.

“So I’m now offering you that job.”

There it was. That annoying smile again.

“Well… I don’t know if I’m interested…” you probed.

He scoffed. He was waiting for this moment. He would erase that stupid smile from your face,

“I don’t think you’re in the position to afford rejecting this offer. As far as I know you’re about to be homeless.”

The reality of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t like you didn’t know that already, but hearing someone else saying it out loud made it feel… real. Your smile died instantly, but for some reason, it didn’t feel as good as he expected.

You opened the door, defeated, and offered him to come in.

“I’m in a rush, I can’t lose my time chattering with you,” he looked for something in the inner pocket of his jacket and showed you a paper with a pretty high number written on it. The paper that he had used previously to allure the asshole who rejected him.

Your mouth fell open and, despite, you turned around quickly trying to conceal your reaction, he had already seen it. He smiled. You were sold.

“It’s a nice salary for a month, I have to admit it…” you voiced, still weak.

When you turned around again, still holding the paper, he was grinning, but there was something hidden in his eyes. It made your legs weak.

“That’s not a monthly salary. Is a weekly salary.”

This time you didn’t bother to hide your shock. He chuckled. You looked like an anime character with your eyes almost as big as your face.

“There’s a couple of conditions,” he started going back to his straight businessman face. “First: absolute discretion. Second: full availability, every hour of the day and every day of the week.”

Your voice seemed to had just gone away so you just nodded. If one of the conditions had been to walk on burning coals you would have still said yes. With that amount of money for a week of work you would be able to pay everything you owe to Mr. Kang in two weeks, and by the end of the month you would have enough to send some money to your parents. It was perfect.

“Perfect. Come with me then…” He instructed.

You stood frozen in the middle of your messy hall. Where were you going? Would you start teaching him immediately? You had nothing to work with.

He turned around and didn’t even look at you when he spoke again,

“Did you hear me?”

“But… But I can’t start working right no-”

“You’re not starting yet. I’m going to show you the way there. You’ll be tutoring him in his house. He won’t come here. Come on.”

“Wait, I’ll change my cloth-”

“You’re wasting my time,” he interrupted again.

What was wrong with him? Always interrupting you. And his obsession with time? Damn it!

“But-”

“You look perfect. Take your keys, close the door and come with me. Now!”

His expression looked the same. Emotionless. But there was something in his eyes, like a warning, telling you that you should not argue with him, so you did as he said and followed him to his car.

He owned a black elegant Maserati. You didn’t know a lot about cars but it looked expensive. He opened the passenger door for you. The car seat was comfortable and you fastened your seat belt while he seated right beside you. He drove easily through the streets of Namwon, and you paid attention to the itinerary, hoping that you would remember it for the next time. The car stopped in front of a place you knew well. It was an old hanok that had been recently reformed. Everyone in town knew about it. A long time ago a rumour had been spread telling that that house had been bought by a wealthy billionaire who didn’t know what to do with his money. Once it was reformed some meddlers had come around to see how it looked, but people had soon forgotten about it. It was easy to forget it existed since it was secluded. You had to admit that you had been one of those who wanted to see the result of the changes and had been tempted to come around a couple of times, but it was worthless since you wouldn’t be able to see the inside. You couldn’t believe that you were going to finally see how it looked. You were excited.

“Hey,” he called, “before we go in, I want you to remember about the conditions that we talked about.”

You nodded, understanding that he was worried about discretion. You were about to reach your belt but he stopped you holding your hand. The warmth of it contrasted with your cold one. You looked at your hands and then his eyes, waiting for him to say whatever he had to.

“There’s another condition for you.”

For you? What did he mean for you?

“You will have to dress a bit more modestly.”

He freed your hand and got out of the car. Modestly? He didn’t give you time to change your clothes and he expected modesty? What was wrong with him? Of course that shorts and a tank top were not the best choice to go meet your new student, but who’s fault was that?

He opened your door again and you wondered how could he act like a gentleman and a dickhead at the same time.

The duality of Do Kyungsoo, ladies and gentleman. Sexist!

The door opened and another man that you didn’t recognize came out and hurried to a car that was parked near Kyungsoo’s. They barely saluted each other since he knew that Yixing had an important meeting and he was heading to Seoul, so he kept walking expecting that you would follow him.

Right after entering the house he noticed a young woman walking downstairs in a rush. His first thought was that she had something to do with Junmyeon, and he wasn’t going to allow whatever that was happening. He placed himself in front of the lady and focused on her face. She was beautiful. Junmyeon’s type, for sure.

“Who are you?” demanded him in a non-friendly tone.

The woman gave him a skeptic look and spread her arms, showing him her uniform.

“The Postman,” she retorted.

You snorted. Sassy...

“Excuse me!?” roared Kyungsoo.

“Can I get you two a soda?” yelled from the door the man you had seen before with an annoyed expression, “I need to be in Seoul at four! What part of AT FOUR did you not understand?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Zhang…” she begged, but her face looked more tired than mortified because of him yelling at her. She walked around the man in front of her and disappeared through the door with the one she had just called Mr. Zhang.

Two new faces came to the door, a man and a woman, and though you were feeling lost because of all those events happening so suddenly, you could tell who they were.

She was wearing a maid uniform, so she had to be the maid, and he was the man you had read about and seen on TV multiple times. Kim Junmyeon. They both walked downstairs and welcomed you,

"Hello!" greeted the maid with a huge smile on her face. She was cute. Really cute. You couldn't calculate her age, but judging by her innocent smile and the light in her eyes... she was young.

Kyungsoo didn't have time for her. He took Junmyeon's arm and dragged him inside to have a couple of words with him.

"Hey," protested his friend, "What's wrong with you? I wanted to talk with that beauty you brought with you. Is she some kind of present for me or something?"

Kyungsoo gave him a serious look to let him know that he wasn't joking.

"Who was the woman leaving a minute ago?" he demanded.

"God, Kyungsoo... Chill... She's Yixing's chauffeur, so get used to her being around."

He didn't trust his friend. First, there was this maid, then Yixing's chauffeur that he knew nothing about, and to put the cherry on top, he had just arrived with another young and beautiful woman to be his teacher. He wondered if he was cursed or it was Junmyeon who was the luckiest fucker ever.

"So, who's that? Did you find her jogging or something? Those clothes...." he bit his lower lip and checked you out, while you were talking with his maid.

"Dude," Kyungsoo punched his arm, "she's your new English teacher... but it's just temporary, till I find someone else."

His friend looked at him with an enquiring gaze but Kyungsoo spoke again, "If your father finds out that I'm letting, not one, but three women stay around you I'll never hear the end of it. Rightly."

“I’m gonna hug you!” smiled Junmyeon crushing his arms around him knowing how much it would annoy his friend.

---

When he walked away holding Junmyeon’s arm and forgetting about you, you couldn’t feel more uncomfortable, but it didn’t last long.

“Hi! I’m Oh Jangmi and I’m working here as a maid, as you can see,” she smiled while bowing.

You introduced yourself, bowing in her direction, and told her that you were supposed to be the new English teacher.

“So you’re going to work here, too?”

You nodded.

“That’s great! The girl who just left is Go Hayun, and she works as Mr. Zhang Yixing’s personal driver,”

“The Chinese man…” you assumed, and she nodded with a reassuring smile, like congratulating you for connecting the information.

“That man,” she pointed at Kim Junmyeon, “is Kim Junmyeon, but I’m sure you already know him. Of course, I’m not going to introduce Do Kyungsoo…” she giggled and you wondered what was so funny. She came a little closer and whispered, “but I can tell you that I heard the other two talking about him and they have an interesting nickname for him.”

She giggled again. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, waiting for her to tell you.

“They call him Satansoo.”

Your blood ran cold and you stood still. Great news. They didn’t call him Angelsoo or Squishysoo. No. His friends called him Satansoo. His-Friends.

Your eyes were locked on him, watching his friend hug him, but when he returned your gaze you got goosebumps and swallowed the lump in your throat.

What the hell had you gotten into?

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EXO :The War Era

I couldn't be more happier with the line distribution this comeback. Not that I'm complaining but i felt the Exact era in terms of vocals & screen time was heavily focused on Baekhyun (which i loved). Even though this time Kyungsoo's vocals are showed the most, the distribution between the other members is amazing. Baekhyun can have a rest from the long vocals. In the live performances, I feel like we get to see each member more individually than we have before such as sehun leading the dance break & the rap being equally split between him & chanyeol and kyungsoo being centre for the eve. I think SM is finally realising the beauty of each member and I hope when yixing returns he can enjoy the same treatment. Honestly, this is a legendary era and I can't wait to see what the future holds for EXO ❤️.

#exo #exo comeback #exo the war #exo ko ko bop #exo the eve #kai #kyungso #sehun #suho #chanyeol #baekhyun #chen #xiumin #yixing #exo scenarios #kokobop #exo music core

[gguksgalaxy]

Engraved pt. 10

Masterpost <-- Engraved 9 | (<-- Crowned 1) | Engraved 11 -->

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 8161 (sorrynotsorry) Warnings: Angst. fainting, sexual innuendo...guns, bruises, wounds. Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: A little happy trip present from me to you @oh-beyond enjoy ;) pup, new girl, all the good things. Guys let me know what you think ;) feedback much appreciated.

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Your pov

“So.” Baekhyun started as you walked into the room with a beer, a bottle of diet coke and a hot tray of nachos. “You fucking the hitman?” You didn’t reply, as you sat the tray down, places his beer in front of him and took a sip of your diet coke. “You're going to ignore me all night?” No reply, you just reached for the nachos and pulled one of, stringy cheese trailing behind and revealing salsa underneath. “Angel, humour me. Don’t be like this.” “You gonna be an annoying little shit all night, I ain’t going to talk to you,” you said, but you had a smile on your face so he probably knew you were playing. He took his own nachos, and the crunching was loud in the room. “Before you nag I'll turn on the music.” “I'm not getting a headset?” you pouted, actually very disappointed, you were sort of looking forwards to it. He shook his head. “Nope, this is not some chat line.” “As if you and Chanyeol don’t discuss girls on the floor to have a threesome with,” you bit, facing the screen and taking some more nachos. 

Jongdae was waving at the camera, smiling, and pointed at the headset. You pouted some more. Beside you, the red haired boy pressed a button and spoke up. “She's not getting a headset Chen.” You let your eyes glide over his soft features, the slope of his jawline, curve of his lip. Neatly encircled by a labret piercing. It was a special one, with a bow that ran along the underside of his lip, and a string attached to his right ear. For some reason you found it a little extreme for what he looked like, but it did suite him in a way. The colourful bird tattoo on his neck, and you remembered the intricate design on his back. He was the only one of them with decent amount of colour in his tattoos. It made sense, compared to the rest he was least sinister, he struggled int he beginning with what they did. But he learned to push it away. But he was good at what he did. “So how’ve you been?” you asked, scanning the screens. He sighed. “Horny as fuck.” “Baekhyun.” “I’m good actually, really.” He paused. “But I’d be better if I got laid.” “You hit the 30 months mark right? A couple of weeks ago?”  you asked, omitting his comment as per usual. He smiled proudly, checking the names systematically passing his screen as people checked in with their cards. “I did, and it feels good to be honest. I think I can say I’m free now.” “You know you need to be careful, it’s something you carry with-“ “Me for the rest of my life. I know. But I’m happy.” You ruffled his hair. “Then all is good.” He faced you, “But really, you up for it? Help a guy out Angel?” he pouted, the jut of his bottom lip making the chain move around. “Please.” With a laugh you grabbed more nacho’s and leant back in your chair, feet back on the desk. “Baekhyun, how many times do I need to tell you that I’m not sleeping with you?” He pouted even more. “Why are you so mean, you sleep with everyone else?” “Hey!” you snapped, throwing a nacho at him. “Don’t make me out for a slut. I don’t sleep with everyone else.” “Oh, you’re just not sleeping with me and Chanyeol, my bad.” “Baekhyun!” you snapped again, pulling at his arm. “I mean it, what are you even thinking?” He sighed, grabbing nachos and stuffing them in his mouth. Not answering your question, so you kicked his chair and he almost fell over. “Fine, jeez. We just kind of get the feeling that you have slept with more people than just your three boys.” “My three boys?” “Kai, Chen and D.O. I mean, for all we know Lay is just pissy with you because you sleep around.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t sleep with anyone beside Chen.” Baekhyun turned to you again, frowning. “You didn’t sleep with Kyungsoo?” “No.” You answered with a perfect straight face, not giving away that there was more behind that answer than just a no. He nodded, scanning the screen again. Jongdae was making a funny face, and Sehun and Kai were busy serving drinks behind the bar. Jongin was a little more clumsy than Sehun, due to his inexperience, but his looks definitely made up for it. He might not be able to throw around the bottles and light drinks on fire like Sehun can, but a smirk or nice smile gets him just as much tip. His hair was pushed back form his face, a little more messy than normally, and it added to his blouse that was unbuttoned maybe a little too far. Sehun wore his regular shirt and leather jacket, the bird tattoo in his neck a stark contrast against his pale skin, visible even through the camera. Almost like he was wearing a turtleneck. He flipped the bottle, caught it on the side of his hand, and let it slip to his palm to pour the drinks. Jongdae was beneath the balcony, wearing a simple shirt, arms exposed hair also pushed back, with a little curve. Usual. He winked at the camera again and you laughed. “You sure Kyungsoo is going to be able to share with Jongdae?” Baekhyun asked when you laughed. “Who talks about sharing?” “You’re telling me you’ll have no more nightly escapades with your friend? The friends with benefits thing actually worked out?” he took a swing of his beer, and you wondered if he was actually allowed to drink right now. “Why wouldn’t it?” He shrugged. “Most of the time one falls in love with the other. You were already pretty close for friends when the whole thing started. Me, Chan and Sehun actually had a bet going on the two of you.” Of course they did. “And may I ask what the stakes were?” “Sure, give me a second.” He pressed a button. “Chen can you try and keep an eye on the guy in the dark green shirt, he’s at your right, but he’s been eyeing this girl at the bar for a while now, she’s alone I think.” Chen nodded and moved along the wall to get closer, eyes following the man you easily spotted between the rest of the guests, he was tall, built, hair black and falling over his forehead. He’s probably somewhere nearing 30, almost the top age allowed to enter. You’d have guessed him to be over if you’d have met him in public. But Baekhyun didn’t make mistakes. “So.” He stared. “I bet on Chen falling for you, but Chanyeol thought that you would fall for him sooner. Sehun, he thought that you were secretly already a thing, and just tried to cover it up from the boss.” “Well, I used to think that too.” Xiumin’s voice came from the door, Baekhyun yelped and dropped his nachos, then pouted at them on the concrete floor. The feline eyed man stepped over to you, hand on your shoulder. “You’re doing better?” he asked, eyes roaming your face, where you knew your nose was not bruised anymore. “Yeah, my ribs are still healing but I’m doing better. Thanks. You still fighting?” you meant Lay, but left out the details in case Baekhyun didn’t know. The boss sighed and clicked his tongue. “He’s calming down. But I’m going to get back to the Balcony, don’t do anything frisky in here.” He looked between you and Baekhyun, and you pushed him away. Baekhyun eyed you suspiciously, drooping eyes narrowing to slits. “Did he just come all the way down here to ask if you’re okay?” “No, he probably came to check if you hadn’t bolted yet and left me to deal with the cctv.” You shot back. The two of you laughed. Hanging with Baekhyun was nice, he was open and kindhearted. It was always lots of laughter and secretly meant comments that neither of you took to heart. He installed some stuff in your house like anti-bug signals, a secret Ip address, and a non-traceable landline. You had helped him out more than once, especially in fighting his problem. That one time he had been beat up and couldn’t use any painkillers, so you’d come in with some numbing cream and lots of chocolate. “Chanyeol?” the red head said suddenly. “You see anything nice?” You saw the tall guy smile, white of his teeth visible. You saw his lips move but you couldn’t really guess what he said. “No, because last time you tried you ended up fucking her.” Oh, so this was about Chanyeol trying to find a girl for Baekhyun. Which is not something that you could imagine ever going well since they couldn’t see Baek before they came upstairs and had probably already fallen for the big dog. Baekhyun was a puppy compared to Chanyeol, but you didn’t doubt that they’d shared a girl before. “So…why don’t you go find one on your own?” you trailed, spinning in the chair. “Because I can’t leave you.” “Baekhyun, I’m more safe here than I am in my own house, go, because I can basically sense that you’re horny as fuck and it’s started to creep me out.” “You have a nice rack I won’t lie.” “You fucker,” you said, smacking him across the back of his head. He laughed, and looked back at the screens, eyes flicking from left to right, top to bottom. “Don’t you ever get tired of being cooped up in here? I mean you can go find a girl on another night? Cherry’s is open on Thursdays isn’t it?” you said, referring to the club a couple of blocks over. It wasn’t much, but he’d sure find a girl there. “I can’t get in.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair without his eyes leaving the cctv. “They don’t allow ‘people like me’ to enter their club.” He said, using airquotes. You’d totally forgotten for a moment that most clubs didn’t allow people with gauges in their ears inside, which was a weird thing to you still. Your stretcher wasn’t big and you were able to cover it with a small earring, but Baekhyun’s were a tad bigger. The two of you were silent for quite some time after that, and you noticed him fidgeting, restless beside you. Until he suddenly shot up, eyes fixated on something you were trying to spot. “Okay, Angel, I’m going to go downstairs right the fuck now. And you can do whatever you want. Just please don’t tell Xiumin.” He got up and tried to eye the screen for as long as possible before he left the door. “Baekhyun!” you called, and he popped back up. “Be safe, condoms are in Dae’s bathroom, second right drawer from the top.” He shot you a glare. “I have my own thanks. “ “You sure they aren’t past date?” you winked and he just left. So you turned back to the screens and put on his headset, pressing the microphone button. “The eagle has left the nest, and the Angel has descended.” “Oh god you’re going to take us to hell.” Chanyeol laughed. “Yo, where’d Baekhyun go though?” Jongdae asked, waving at the camera. “Baekhyun went to get laid.” Chanyeol’s low laugh sounded through the headphones. “No he didn’t, are you playing me, is he there?” “Nope, I’m watching him go through the door now, and there he goes right to his prey. She has long dark hair, fair skin, nice mini skirt.” You followed him fluently pushing through the mass of people moving to the music. He approached her, and she smiled. You couldn’t see much but you saw them dancing together. Baekhyun was a nice guy to have though, you’d rather sleep with him than with Chanyeol. The tall one was a little too selfish for your liking. Plus you’d be able to push Baekhyun around a little if you wanted. But you slept with neither because you plainly didn’t want to. You scanned the camera, for things that seemed off but everything seemed normal right now. So you watched Kai, who had seemed a little off before you saw him today. Not paying attention to what you said, fidgeting. Something was up, you heard it when he called you to blatantly lie to you about having to go to work, but you let it slip. Because people lie all the time, you do too, and it wouldn’t be fair of you to call them out on it every single time. So you were sort of going to wait for him to tell you, but it was affecting him and you just wanted to ask if he was okay. Baekhyun was moving in the corner of your eyes, pulling the girl behind him to the glass door. And your eyes flickered to the camera that showed the Balcony, Xiumin leaning over the edge, eyes slowly scanning towards the door. He spotted Baekhyun. That wasn’t going to go well. The leader looked at the camera and reached put on the headset that he had in his hands. “You better tell me you are still there while I let Baekhyun blow off some steam.” “I’m here.” You said. Chanyeol was the first one who spoke up. “Hey boss, why is Baekhyun allowed to take a girl upstairs and I am not?” The elder sighed. “Because, for every time Baekhyun gets laid, you fucked half the club. And that ain’t happening under my roof.” He then removed the headset and went back to looking like his usual intimidating self. You’d worked the bar once, and a girl had come up to you asking who he was. And you couldn’t have replied with anything else than that he is untouchable. She shouldn’t try, doesn’t know what she’s getting into. It’s not that you’ve been a witness to it, but you have a feeling that a night with Minseok is something not many people can take on. And thats going by a single kiss. Not much happened for the next hour or so, and Baekhyun was definitely taking his time upstairs. Until Chanyeol randomly spoke up. “Yo Chen your girl is here.” You frowned and so did your best friend. “My girl?” “Don’t you remember, the redhead, with the freckles. Asked you out but you said no because we all know why.” Chanyeol spoke, leaning back against the wall near the exit. The frown on your forehead got bigger. What was this about? Chen never mentioned this to you. Not that he had to tell you everything, but it still seemed off. “Where is she?” Chen asked, looking around. Chanyeol moved from the wall. “I’ll send her your way, I think she’s looking for you.” You watched the taller one move through the crowd, and most people easily moved aside for the guy wearing the EXO shirt. He reached a short girl, probably your height, her hair was red, but that was most of her feature that you could see. Skinny jeans, long sleeved but deep cut shirt. At least she wasn’t dressed like a slut. Chanyeol talked to her and pointed her into the direction where Chen was. Jongdae looked around, standing on his tiptoes and smiled when he saw her. Just before she closed in on him his eyes flickered up to the camera, and it felt like he looked straight at you. “Hey,” he said, and you couldn’t hear the girls response but she stepped up close to him, she had to speak close to his ear due to the music. But you could clearly hear her voice through the microphone. “Hey.” She answered. “How’ve you been?” he asked “Good, you?” she said, his hand was on her upper arm, her hand on his shoulder. “Yeah good, you here with your friends again?” “Nah, they weren’t feeling up for it.” He pulled her with him, closer to the wall, away from the people. “You came all by yourself…Sora right?” She nodded. “Yeah, hey I need to ask you for a favour.” Something clicked in your head, her age, the way she was dressed. So you opened Baekhyun's database containing all the names for the guests that evening. You found her quickly enough. She’s 22 years old, native citizen, female obviously, 161 tall, Min Sora. You’d never seen her before, but you opened the browser, found the people search engine Baekhyun used and typed in her name. It took a few seconds, but something came up. A journalist study registration. Oh no. “Jongdae?” you said. He pushed the girl back a little and readjusted his mic. “Yeah?” “She’s a journalist student.” “I know.” “Then why are you still talking to her?” “I’ll handle it okay. Just give me a few minutes.” “Don’t cosy up to her too much. She’s probably here to get a good grade on her final project.” You stated, seeing that she was in her last year. You watched him, and heard Chanyeol chuckle. “So what is it that you want?” She twirled a strand of hair, hand down his arm. “I need you to get me an interview with your boss up there.” Chanyeol whistled lowly, and you tried to not say anything. “Don’t’ waste your time on him.” Jongdae said. “It’s not happening Sora.” “Please Chen?” “No, out of the question. Listen if you’re here to get information or whatever, you should leave.” Jongdae crossed his arms over his chest. She sighed audibly, and was still close to him. Probably unaware that you and Chanyeol could hear everything she was saying. And you briefly checked the Balcony camera to see if Minseok wasn’t listening in too. But he and Lay were discussing something on the couch. “Can I interview you?” “No.” “Fine.” She grumbled. She moved to walk away and he pulled her back. “Listen, I’m not trying to be mean, we could’ve had a nice evening together bu-“ “You’re not interested anyway.” He faltered for a moment, and you knew he hid something. Should you say something? Chanyeol beat you to it. “I swear Chen if you refuse her again she’s mine next time she shows up.” Your best friend looked at the camera again, and you sighed. “Don’t look at me boy.” “I’m not looking for anything right now.” Liar, you thought. “Jongdae man, come on she’s obviously into you, what are you doing?” Chanyeol whined. “This is your chance.” He sighed, and removed his microphone, turning it off and hanging it around his neck. You couldn’t catch the rest of their conversation. But you saw the way he touched her waist, or he leant towards her as she laughed. “Didn’t he tell you?” Chanyeol asked. “No, didn’t mention her, why?” “Why do you think he refused her Angel?” “Chanyeol..” You grumbled, and he didn’t say anything else. Jongdae grabbed a pen from the back pocket of his jeans, and took her arm. Probably writing down his number on there. A sudden thought came to your mind. Was she the girl he slept with when you were gone? You watched him lead her to the exit, the night was coming to an end, just a few more hours left. Nothing much happened, not that much ever happened. Except for the occasional guy getting to handsy, boys getting into a fight, someone getting too wasted to take care of themselves. So when the last guests were leaving after they announced the club was closing down, and you moved up the stairs to the area where the glass door was now unlocked. You walked to Jongin, who was leaning against the bar with Sehun. Chatting about something but obviously tired. “Hey.” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressed his nose against the top of your head. “Did you enjoy yourself.” “I think she did, the descending Angel, never again.” Chanyeol said, coming up to you. And you laughed, arm around Kai’s waist. He was warm, and smelled of liquor. “Sooo…” You trailed, turning around to find Jongdae on the other side of the bar. “You and the journalist student?” With an arched eyebrow you leant forward and looked up at him. “No.” Sehun peaked interest in your conversation. “Did the redhead come back? Told you she liked you.” You felt Jongin’s hand on your shoulder as he turned, close to your side as always. “Hmm, what are we talking about?” he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes and smudging his eyeliner over his hand. Chanyeol poured himself a drink. “Chen met a girl a few months back, totally head over heels for him, he refused her, and she was back here just for him.” Chen groaned. “Seriously, she’s not head over heels for me. Can you just stop.” The glass door opened and an over ecstatic Baekhyun walked in, lazily stretching his arms above his head. “Ahh, you’re all waiting for my amazing story I see.” “You did take your time with her.” You scoffed. “Couldn’t get it up or what?” Baekhyun glared at you and the rest laughed. Kai’s hand trailed down your shoulder to your lower back, gripping the material of your shirt. He leant a little closer, and you reached up a hand to rub circles on the back of his neck, not looking up. “You can call her, she enjoyed herself thoroughly, got her number.” He threw the note on the bar, with a phone number. Jongin weight against your shoulder got heavier, and you looked up. His eyes were closed and he seemed sort of pale. His fist got tighter on your shirt and he stumbled, mumbled. You caught him before he went down. Sehun on his other side. You sat him down against the fridge, and you touched his forehead. He didn’t seem unusually warm or cold. “Jongin?” you asked, lightly slapping his cheek. His eyes fluttered open and he wet his lips with his tongue. The others were all looking at the scene, but nobody came really close. Except for Chen who was now perched on top of the bar. “Jongin?” you asked again, lifting his head. “Tired.” He whispered, scrunching up his nose and drawing his legs up towards his chest. You chuckled lightly and felt relieved. “Want to sleep.” “What’s going on?” Minseok’s voice sounded through the empty room. He came over to where you and Sehun sat next to a half asleep Jongin. “Is he okay? Do I need to get Lay?” Jongin opened his eyes again, watery and sleepy. “I want to sleep.” “He’s probably overworked. Let’s get him upstairs so he can sleep it off.” You said, helping him up with Sehun. The leader looked at you, and it felt like he was hiding something, you weren’t sure why. But there was something in the way his eyes met yours right there that made you feel uneasy. “Come on.” You said, as you and Sehun helped him up the stairs and to his room. You sat him down on his bed and thanked Sehun, who smiled and nodded. “Let me know if he’s okay.” “Sleep.” Jongin mumbled again, trying to crawl under the sheets. With a small chuckle you pulled him back up and made him look at you. “What’s going on with you?” you asked, forcing him to look at you. “Angel, juts let me sleep. I’m tired.” He groaned. “No, not until you tell me what’s up.” “Nothing’s up.” He said, pulling your hands away, but you noticed the tension in his sentence. So you let it go, and helped him out of his way too tight jeans and pulled his shirt over his head. He crawled under the thick covers, snuggling up to a ball, hair already messed up and tangled. You smiled, he looked so peaceful and normal right there. Like a little kid. In a way he was like your little brother, and you felt like you had to take care of him, because you loved him. You wanted to. He’s like family. You pushed his hair away from his face, and he scrunched up his nose again. “Night Nini.” You said. “Night.” He mumbled. When you were at the door, you turned around. “You know, I hope she’s good to you Jongin.” It took him a few seconds, and he reached behind him for a pillow, flinging it at you, missing and hitting the wall. He said something that sounded like fuck off, and you left chuckling . You closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. Letting all the tension go. Tired, you walked to the living room and into the kitchen, to see if there were any leftovers or biscuits to snack on right now. But you didn’t really ask to be met with Lay. He was sitting on the couch, going through a file in a blue folder. “Get out.” He snarled. “This is the living room.” “Yes Angel, LIVING, and as far as I know you don’t LIVE here.” He didn’t even look up from what he was reading, at this god damned hour in the morning. Clad in sweatpants and a t-shirt, a way you didn’t see him often, it looked like he just got up. Hair mussed around and light stubble lining his jaw and upper lip. “Was I not clear?” Without another word you followed into the kitchen, where you found Minseok who was drinking something that looked like tea but might also be liquor. “Is the kid okay?” You nodded, pouring yourself a glass of water and peeling a tangerine. “He’s tired, overworked, busy, himself.” “What happened between the two of you Angel?” Minseok asked, and he looked at you, with something that looked like sincerity. A frown appeared on your face, and you felt that hurt in your chest, a clench to your heart. Your shoulders fell and you looked at your reflection in the window. There was a small sliver of dark pink behind the buildings where the sun was rising and you stared ahead for a moment. Thinking, of how to word your mistake. “I’ll fix it.” You spoke up, breaking the agonising silence. He came up to you, something he hadn’t done in a long time, not this way, and you felt the tips of his fingers on your arm, brushing up. And you flinched away when he reached your shoulder. His voice was deeper, barely a whisper. “You can’t fix every mistake you make.” “I can try.” “Angel.” “Minseok.” “Fine.” He sighed, and walked out of the room without as much as looking at you again. You sat there, finishing your tangerine, flushing away the tangy taste with water, and watching the sun rise above the buildings slowly. Thinking of Jongin alone in that bed, while he could’ve been with someone who loved him. The door opened, and Jongdae walked in. “You’re not coming to bed?” he asked, voice closing in, silent footsteps giving away that he was calm and collected. You leant into his touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. His skin was cold, probably from washing his face, as he pressed his cheek agains your neck. “Jongin okay?” With a nod you took his hands and pulled them away from your stomach. “Yeah. I’m going to see if Kyungsoo’s doing okay.” “You’re going to sleep there?” he asked, dark eyes looking at you, soft smile on his lips. You thought about it for a little, and it seemed right. “Maybe, if he lets me. I don’t want to discomfort him when he’s sick.” Your best friend nodded, and he lightly touched your hand. “My door is open if you need a place to stay, you know that right?” Of course you knew, he didn’t need to tell you. Ever. And you hoped he knew your door was open too. That this wasn’t going to change anything, that he knew you weren’t feeling down because of him. But because of something that had nothing to do with him. “Hey, this has nothing to do with you Dae. I’ll be fine.” And he perked up a little at the words, eyes smiling before his lips did. “I know you’d go to Jongin first Angel, he’s your little brother. He needs you.” He winked and walked out of the door. You stood there, wondering for a moment, if he had been hiding anything behind that smile. But you walked after him to Kyungsoo’s room after all. Not that you were really expecting to find it empty. The bed made, slippers neatly placed beside the door. The only thing that was off in the room were Jongdae’s clothes strewn over the chair at his desk. Maybe he was in the shower? You knew that wasn’t the answer, and you felt a little worried for him. Where would he go if he was sick? It’s not like he has another place to stay does he? Then again…he’s not always here so maybe he does. Baekhyun exited the bathroom before you could knock. “Hey Ang, still awake?” “Yeah. You seen D.O. Around?” He shook his head. “Maybe he’s gone for a walk or something. He does more often to be honest. Not sure.” “He goes for walks at this time?” Baekhyun shrugged. “He’s a little odd sometimes you know. It’s nice to see him smile more often now that you’re getting closer. But out of all of us he’s the least connected to the rest. You should ask Kai, they get along really well.” He was rubbing his hair with a light towel, and you saw it was stained red. “Goodnight.” He said, reaching for his door. “Oh, and thanks.” “You’re welcome Baekhyun.’ You went into the bathroom, stripping of your clothes, taking a quick shower. Deciding to put your underwear back on because you hadn’t thought this situation through and all your spare clothes were in Jongin’s or Jongdae’s room. But you weren’t really feeling like waking either of them up now just to get your clothes. So you quickly tiptoed through the hall back to Kyungsoo’s room. Without really questioning if it was weird, you opened his wardrobe and peaked inside. Lots of shirts and blouses and vests generally. Nothing fancy, all simple and neatly hung or folded. Okay so maybe it was weird, and you were ’t sure how he’d take it. But you grabbed a soft shirt sweater that seemed a little big. The material was soft on the inside, and reached the top of your thighs. So you went with it. Where could he be? You looked around, bare feet against the carpet. He didn’t have much here, a few books, clothes, gun stashed unloaded in the bedside table. A mug beside the bed. Something hanging from the hooks on the door caught your eyes, strips of fabric. It was coarse when you touched it, the loops at the end familiar. Hand wraps, for fighting and training. Why did that surprise you? He was their hitman after all, you’d seen him fight, he was good with his hands. When you sat on the bed you doubted, was it okay to just sleep her? Could you play it of as being worried? Why were you even worried? Why did you care this much, what was it about him that made you feel like this? So many questions went through your head at that moment, one after the other, and you felt tired, worn out. Pain set in and you realised you left your painkillers in your bag downstairs with Baekhyun. Stupid. The bed was soft, bouncy, nice, not as good as your own but you’d sleep well here. So without trying to think over it too much you crawled under the covers that smelled like him, and closed your eyes. Sleep caught up with you pretty quickly, and worries flowed away into warm darkness that you welcomed.

***

You weren’t sure how much later you woke up, but it was bright in the room, and the door creaked open. With your eyes barely open the first thing you saw was a pair of bare feet and sweatpants. Was he back? You wanted to look up but the way he was still in the door made you try to play it off as if you were still asleep. It took him a few moments to start moving, but he walked by the bed out of your line of vision. And the calmness of his step told you it was him, there was no sway in his step, or excessive trying to keep quiet. He was home, and relaxed. The room darkened and you heard the sound of curtains being pulled closed. You revelled in it, because you could definitely use some more sleep with the way your side was radiating with pain from accidentally sleeping on it. He came close, you felt it, your eyes still closed. The sheets were pulled up to your chest, arm slung over for your hand to rest by your face. You felt his fingers, brushing against your wrist and feeling the material of the sweater. A soft chuckle left his lips, probably at the realisation that it was his, and you had to try your best not to smile as well. Almost giving away that you were awake. The sound was clear, and he didn’t sound troubled or sick at all in that moment. Something was still off though, what time was it even? He walked away, and you guessed to the bathroom, only to return when you were almost back asleep again. The rustling of clothes, the sound of them falling to the floor. A soft tug on the covers, the cold breeze against your bare legs as they were lifted. Dip in the bed where he laid down, behind you. The featherlight touch of his hand up your waist over the sweater under the sheets. You sighed and turned over, opening your eyes a little. He looked at you, big eyes tired, plump lips parted slightly. “Hey.” You whispered. His lips pulled up further, into a signature heart shaped smile. “Hey.” It was comfortable, the warmth of someone, of him, next to you as you cuddled up to his side with your head on his shoulder. “What time is it?” you asked. But you felt it, the slight tensing of his muscles as you rested a bit of weight on him. He ran a hand through your hair. “Nine, go back to sleep.” You hummed in response, shifting a little and feeling him tense again, after which he let out a deep breath. What was going on? Was he hurt? “Y/n, sleep.” He said, and you felt his cheek on the top of your head and he settled in fully, relaxing. So you fell asleep like that, with your hand on his shoulder and head resting on his chest. Warm, comfortable, close, content.

***

It must’ve been past twelve when you woke up, and Kyungsoo was still asleep beside you. He was pretty silent as he slept, unlike both Jongin who had a habit of mumbling or twisting, and Jongdae who would let out soft snores ranging into full on snoring depending on the night. It was nice. Trying to not wake him, you slipping from his arm and out of the bed. You looked at him, and in the dark of the room still you saw something on his cheek, like a smudge or something. It was faint but it looked a little off. The clock beside the bed confirmed your suspicion that it was already quite late, and you jolted at the sound of chair scraping downstairs. You really didn’t think this through, how were you going to get out of here without anybody seeing you? Think, think. Window, you pulled back the curtain slightly and looked to your left. You saw the slight jut of the two small balconies. You couldn’t fit a chair on them, but they were sure big enough to stand on. Jongin’s room was right next to this one, it’d be your way out. So you grabbed Chen’s sweatpants from the chair and silently slipped them on, the other still fast asleep. And you quietly opened the door outside, stepping into the cold. It fell shut behind you and you walked to the edge, climbing on. You were crouched, pushing yourself off effortlessly and landing on the balcony next door. Only a few feet away. Lets pray you could get Jongin to wake up. You knocked on the window, once, twice, three times. And waited. Knocked again, a little harder. Praying nobody else would hair or walk by. Beneath you was a shallow alleyway, next to you the neighbouring building. An empty warehouse much similar to the one you were in now. People sometimes wondered how such an extravagant club could be located in a place like this. But taxi drivers thrived on it since the public transport line here was nonexistent. Suddenly the curtain pulled away and you were met with a sleepy Jongin who rubbed his eyes, only dressed in boxer. Eyeliner smudged way too much, hair sticking up everywhere. You motioned for him to open the door and he did, letting you in. “Angel what the fuck.” He mumbled. “It’s early.” “It’s past midday Nini.” You entered the room and he closed the door behind you. “I just don’t need everyone seeing me enter Kyungsoo’s room. So please cover for me and tell the rest I slept with you.” He went back to the bed nodding. “Why?” You laughed at his barely open eyes, and the way he curled back up. “If Xiumin finds out he’ll skin me alive.” The younger nodded again and was back asleep quickly. So you left the room, almost running into Sehun. “Hey Ang, is he doing better?” he looked you up and down. “What are you wearing, isn’t that Kyungsoo’s?” Well fuck. “Hmm, is it?” you said trying to play it off. “Must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry, found it in Jongin’s room.” He nodded, wearing a pair of work out shorts and a grey t-shirt. “I’m going to work out. You want to come?” You really wanted to go, but you felt the pain in your side and refused. “Sorry, another time. My ribs are still screwed up and I think I need to take it slow.” “Ah, okay. Don’t take too much of those painkillers, it’s heavy stuff but it’ll help.” He slung his towel over his shoulder and walked past you to the stairways that lead to the basement. You did follow him, silently and slipped into baek’s now empty room to grab you backpack. Upstairs you followed into the living room, praying to find Lay right now, but they weren’t heard. He was watching something on the tv, Minseok perched in the chair doing something on his phone. They were probably done cleaning up. You were silent as you entered, just going for the kitchen. Minseok spoke up. “Lay, it’s too early for this.” So the other grumbled something under his breath and you went to the kitchen to get water and take a painkiller. Chanyeol was there. “Goodmorning.” He grinned. “So where did you sleep tonight.” You groaned and ignored him, going back outside where you found Kyungsoo talking to Jongdae. “Hey good morning.” Jongdae said, giving you a grin. “Oh no don’t start that.” Kyungsoo looked at you. “Where’d you go.” You pressed a finger to your lips, shushing him. “I know you don’t think of it as much. But if your boss finds out I slept in your room he’ll kill me. He’s already half half on me sleeping here in general.” You said keeping your voice low since. He frowned, and Jongdae nodded. “Just play it off, it’s okay. Me and Jongin got you.” Without really meaning anything you squeezed his shoulder and he flinched again. And you saw Jongdae notice, who had a strange expression on his face. “You okay?” He nodded. “Yeah I pulled something I think.” He coughed, fake, and you probably weren’t the only one who noticed. The smudge on his face still there, which became all the more suspicious to you. “Okay, I’m going to get dressed, you do the same. Finishing up your tattoo today right? We can get breakfast on the way there.” You were surprised when the other just agreed, and Jongdae followed you into his room without a sound. “Does he do that more often?” you asked, stripping and finding your extra clothes. “Go out at random nights when he pretends to be sick?” Jongdae shrugged. “I don’t know. But he’s out at night more often. Never really asked him about it, his life, not going to pry.” Too laid back in your opinion, but maybe you were biased. “Hey, don’t fret about it too much. We all have our weird things, I mean you d-“ “Don’t,” you snapped, pointing a finger at him and he grinned, hands up in the air. “Okay, okay.” He laughed, shaking his head as you were fully dressed and ready to head out. Before you left you turned around. “Keep an eye on the leader, I think he’s up to something.”

***

You and Kyungsoo stopped for breakfast at Jeffry’s, and you introduced him to the deliciousness that was fresh baked croissants and breads, handmade. Well due to the time it was more lunch, but it was nice nonetheless. You ate while making smalltalk, and he seemed content, more relaxed than when he was talking to Jongdae. Still something was off but you tried to not ask him, to just let it slip. He’d tell you if he wanted to. “So lets get started,” you ushered him down the stairs but he was reluctant, you noticed. “Can’t we do this some other time?” he suddenly asked, fidgeting. “My shoulder really hurts and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to lay down in that position.” You frowned, scanning his stance. He leant slightly off to the side, something originating on the left of his back. “What are you hiding?” He skipped a beat. “Nothing.” Shaking his head. “It just hurts, probably lifted something wrong.” You stepped closer, and he stepped back. “Kyungsoo, where did you go?” you said, and you saw his discomfort. Your hand circled around his wrist, and he looked straight at you. Scared. “You can tell, it’s okay. If you’re hurt just let me look at it, if it’s serious I can wrap it up. Pulled shoulders can be a bitch.” Kyungsoo’s eyes flickered around, and you just reached for his shoulder, pressing the skin there, he flinched. Stepping back. And that was enough for you to pull him into the backroom where you did piercings and sit him down. “Stay.” You said. Something told you this wasn’t right, and you grabbed disinfectant and a cotton wad. “Don’t move.” You grabbed hold of his chin, and he was too struck to do anything. “Angel don’t,” his voice was soft and he grabbed your wrist again, grip obviously light but he didn’t pull you away. So you ran the wet wad over his cheek. Foundation came off flawlessly, revealing a deep bruise on his cheekbone. You stilled, feeling how warm it was under your touch. Without saying anything you lightly brushed it over the rest of his cheeks, finding how far it ran, almost from his nose to his ear. It was dark, purple, blue and red staining the skin. He’d been wearing that when he came to bed? Was he trying to hide this from you? What did he go and do? You weren’t going to judge him, you decided. You were going to be understanding about this, if you were in his situation you might’ve covered things too, to not make him notice, to be honest. But you wouldn’t have been this okay with him revealing what he was trying to hide. And you wondered why he’d let you. “Kyungsoo.” You whispered. “Take of your shirt.” “What?” “Off.” You said, pulling at the neckline to reveal what you were afraid to find. He was trembling as he reached for the hem, and you place a hand on his right cheek. “It’s okay. I just want to help.” The boy nodded, hair falling in front of his eyes as he lifted the shirt of his body with a groan. Pain, discomfort. His skin was pale, and there was a small bruise blooming over his hipbone, and scrapes on both elbows and his side. His shoulder though, swollen, deep bruise, running from the top to his back, and you walked around him to find how it ranged all different colours over his skin. You were almost afraid to touch it, but you did and he flinched at the slightest contact. “Kyungsoo.” You whispered, eyes wide. “Don’t. Please.” “You need to let Lay check this out, it might be broken. What happened to you?” you walked to the sink and went a towel, cold water. And place it on his shoulder, he whimpered, and then relaxed at the feeling. His hands were resting in his lap, but his knuckles seemed to be fine. “It’ll be fine. It’s not broken. It still works properly.” With a pained expression he lifted his arm and twisted it, showing you that everything still worked properly. “I just…hit the floor really hard. It’ll heal.” You didn’t know what to say, but you felt bad, uncomfortable feelings setting in the pit of your stomach. “Did Xiumin send you out on a job again?” The expression in his eyes told you nothing, fear, regret, but he didn’t say anything and just looked down to the floor between his feet. “Listen, this is not okay, you can’t keep letting him put you in danger like this.” He didn’t say anything still, but you saw the soft shake of his head. And that told you this wasn’t a job, that Xiumin had nothing to do with it. People never noticed but they tended to unconsciously nod or shake their heads even when they tried not to answer questions. It’s a human habit hard to break. Suddenly the phone rang, and he looked up. It wasn’t your mobile phone, that was right in your back pocket. And you almost bolted up the stairs right then and there. “I need to get that, stay here.” He nodded and you ran upstairs to find the landline ringing. It never rang, you barely ever got calls on that unless it was work related and then even barely. You picked it up. “Who’s this?” you asked “Gio. I have information on those pictures you sent me.” You slumped down to the couch grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from the table. “Tell me.” Gio was someone you contacted for intel relating to more northern cities where he was based. “So their leader, the guy, his name is Stefan Lockheart, not native but you might’ve guessed. He’s not much and I’m not sure as to why they’re in your city. His brother however is a more interesting story.” You noted down in quick small words. “Boy, 37, some underboss up north, smaller city, but his group his big. Located in more cities. I think he sent them there to check up or something. They’re mostly involved in drug trafficking and weapons. You might want to check with your supply guy to see if he knows anything. They’re close to the border, so that’s a plus for them. The woman, I couldn’t anything on, the guys that were with them, all small thieves, with records and shit. Drug possession, DIU, robbery.” He stopped. “Thanks for the information, I appreciate it.” You were about to hang up before he stopped you. “Angel?” “Yeah?” “I’m not sure you want to know, but…” he trailed. “Tell me, if I need to know I need to know Gio.” He sighed. “Boy’s boss, he’s known as the Smuggler, you might’ve heard his name before.” And you definitely had. Famous for his ability to get things across the border, everything, drugs, illegal goods, fake money, even people. Human trafficking was something you always tried to stay away from, far far away. “I’m not sure if you’re away, but the Smuggler does business with that guy of yours.” And you heart dropped in  your shoes, you almost dropped the phone and sank further into the couch. “Thanks Gio, really.” “No problem, everything for a friend.” You hung up, the phone falling to the floor with a clattering sound. Fear, distraught, anxiety. Pushed away to composure and calm.

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First Chance

Genre: AU. Smut. Mature. 

Pairing: Do Kyung Soo  x OC

Plot: After a family loss and a health emergency, Bong Hee moves into the countryside to feel better with her life. There she meets Do Kyung Soo, a farmer and family friend who helps her to go through what is going on and who walks beside her during this character development part of her life.

Here is the playlist that goes with the fanfic.

Note: Comments are love and my food.

Ch. 1 -  Ch. 2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 . Ch.5 - Ch.6 - Ch.7

Last Chapter 

Chapter 8

She remained silent for the first 10 minutes of shouting.

They passed by her, into the house. The cats that were sleeping at the couch dashed inside the house in terror. She wished she could do the same. 

“Are you conscious of the atrocity you did?” That was a question. And they were waiting for her answer. But the shock unable her from answering. What atrocity they were talking about? What horrible thing she did that deserved all this disrespect? 

“Bong Hee! Answer!”

“Mom, Dad, I’m not having this conversation if you keep talking to me like this” She was surprised by her own words. Is sounded so adult-like. She didn’t know what face she made, but they looked at each other with doubt and she saw the engines on their heads going down a bit.

“What atrocity are you talking about?” The adult Bong Hee asked. Her mom spoke this time. 

“You are not living in Seoul anymore?!, You quit your job and you move here?!”

“That’s exactly what I did”

“Who allowed you to do so?!”

“I did” They looked at each other again, half in disbelieve, half in rage. 

“Bong Hee, stop this, you are coming back with us, your dad already found you a new job, a good position at a multinational corporation, in a couple of years you could get a better position, the pay is amazing!” Hearing her mom talking about the job had her in the verge of a panic attack. She saw herself back in her old life. Not sleeping, not eating, seating at a desk, answering 1000 emails a day, no pets, no air, no trips at the farm, no Kyung Soo.

She was spiraling. In the background, her mom and dad kept talking about this job. She closed her eyes. The adult Bong Hee that spoke in the first place must be there, she needed her back. She needed to stop this. She breathed in and out.

In and out.

“Enough” She heard herself saying. 

“Thank you both for doing that, but I have no plans on going back to Seoul, and going back to my old job would never be a possibility”

“Why are you doing this?” Her mom asked, her jaw shaking with anger. 

“For me, I’m happy for the first time in my life, and I’m planning to stay like this. Calm, healthy and happy”

“You hate us that much?”

“Of course not, hate is not what I feel, maybe disconnection and compassion, but I could never hate you both. Since I was born you two have taken care of me the best you could. I had more than I needed, I had a good education, I studied something that I liked, but I was never happy, doing what you are told doesn’t mean you will succeed in life”

“But Bong Hee! You were succeeding in life!”

“No, I wasn’t! Mom, I wasn’t! I was miserable… coming here I realized that all the things I had meant nothing to me”

“Enough of this!” Now her dad was talking, shouting actually. 

“This is all because of her, because of your mom!” He shouted at Boong Hee’s mom. 

“Your mom! She died, and Bong Hee started acting like this, look at her now! She is living at her old house, she is turning in to her”

“Dad! Don’t you dare talking about grandma like that! She did nothing but being good to everybody around her, you don’t get to talk about her, you can’t, you can’t!” She didn’t realize when she got up, but she was now standing in front of her father, her index finger stuck on her father’s chest. He was backing up in shock. 

“Sadly my grandmother had to die for me to wake up, for me to release myself, she doesn’t deserve your hate, all I have done is because of me, and for me, for my own good, and please, don’t come here acting like you care…I have been living here for almost two months and none of you knew, none of you called, my cellphone has been on the entire time, yes, I didn’t tell any of you what I was planning to do, but you didn’t ask either” Both of them remained silent. 

“Two months and none of you called to ask how I was doing, I had a stroke, remember?, so don’t come here acting like you care…you only care about the image I project to the rest, my job, my status…look, you are my parents, I’m your daughter, but we don’t own anything to each other, I get to be happy the way I want, I get to do whatever I want, and if it’s not what you to expected, is not my problem” Her mom got up now. 

“Bong Hee, if we leave now, and you don’t change your mind, we are never going to forgive you”

“That’s ok mom, I only hope you both can forgive yourselves”

“Bong Hee!” She shouted again, but Bong Hee had reached the end. She didn’t have anything else to say, they could keep talking, but she wasn’t hearing. 

“Let’s go” Her dad said, walking quickly to the door. 

“How are you going to live Bong Hee?!” Her mom asked, not following her husband, she was showing some real worry now. 

“Don’t worry, grandma took care of all that”

“Let’s go!” Her dad shouted from the door where he was putting his shoes on. 

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be alright, I hope you both can understand me someday, this is nothing against you, this is for my own good” Her mom didn’t answer. She didn’t touch her either, although she wished she could at least brush her head. She only stared at her for a couple of seconds, her eyebrows furrowed in worry and then walked to the door. Bong Hee didn’t follow them, she stayed there, waiting for the car to leave.

As soon as she stopped hearing the engine of the Mercedes, a new car was arriving at her house. It was Kyung Soo for sure. She was grateful he didn’t arrive before. He didn’t deserve to have a bad time with her parents. She was still standing in the middle of the room when he appeared in the door, breathing quickly, he surely ran to the door. 

“Were those your...” He didn’t finish the question when he saw her nodding. 

“Are you okay?” Ah, there it was, the person that worried about her first, all the time. Was she okay though? 

“Very” She answered to Kyung Soo and to herself 

“You sure?” He wanted to be sure. Kyung Soo walked to her, and started caressing her arms.

“Yeah, I’m surprised, but I’m ok, I feel good, great actually”

“Ok, I’m going to believe you, wanna help me prepare breakfast, you must be hungry” Yes! Her stomach shouted from her inside.

Bong Hee was focused on the eggs, stirring them slowly, and Kyung Soo was about to seat at the table, ready to eat. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time. It was clear that he didn’t believe her when she said she was ok. She found that very adorable. She sat in front of him, putting the pan with eggs in the middle. They ate in silence. She was very focused on the food. She was hungry as hell, so when she didn’t have food on her mouth, she was drinking coffee, but Kyung Soo on the other side ate very little and kept looking at her. 

“You sure you are okay?,  you are not even looking at me” He asked finally. 

“Oh you are so full of yourself, you think I’m going to look at your face all the time only because is the most beautiful face in the world, calm down Kyung Soo” He laughed this time and the worry on his eyes faded a little bit. 

“You are joking, that’s good”

“Yeah, I'm serious, I'm okay, I'm just…” She took a deep breath, organizing her words in her mind. 

“I'm relieved, it went just as I imagined, they say and did the things I imagined they would do, so I'm not surprised. I just feel a bit bad for them...”

“And?”

“And I’m proud, really proud of myself, I'm doing what I want, I have no fears or regrets, I’m just living my life, and I feel just... So proud of myself, you should have seen me Kyung Soo, I told them!” And she started repeating what had happened a moment ago. She thought it was going to be hard, but it wasn’t. Kyung Soo’s eyebrows reacted to everything she told him, especially when her grandma was brought in to the conversation, but he didn’t lose it.

“Now who's full of herself” He commented once she was done.

“I know right?!” They both laughed, and now Kyung Soo started eating normally, but he kept looking at her every 2 minutes. It was clear that he wanted to say something. 

“So you are not leaving?” He asked finally. 

“It was an option, no”

“Good, I don't want you to leave”

“I'm not” Kyung Soo moved on his seat, arranging his position, both of his arms were resting on the table, his back was a straight line and his jaw was in a 90-degree angle with his body. It was seriousness itself. All business. 

“I like having you here,” He said, very serious. 

“I like being here” She answered, eating her last spoon of eggs. 

“I like coming to visit you and talk to you and eat with you”

“I like it when you do that too, what else do you like?” He laughed and looked away in fake introspection, looking a little bit less serious. 

“I like it when you go visit me and you eat peaches and get all dirty”

“Yeah, I have seen you checking me out”

“Busted” He raised his hands in defeat. 

“I also like when I get to steal a kiss from you at the greenhouse or the tree plantation”

“You do that a lot, so I thought you liked it”

“I like it when you call me”

“At the phone?” He shook his head. 

“In general, I just like hear you say my name and been familiar” She only giggled at that. 

“I really like when you say something sassy, I like the person that got to blossom here and....  I just really like you”

“I really like you too, no, that's not enough, I really love you Kyung Soo” She was surprised by her own confession, and Kyung Soo too apparently, his eyes were big now, and his body moved forward. 

“Me too!” He shouted, pointing at himself.  

“I didn't want to say it cause I didn't want to freak you out”

“Good then”

“Yeah, good” And she saw the opportunity there, the opportunity to mess with him a little bit. 

“So we are a couple now” She said bluntly. 

“We are...well, for a while now…right?” He answered doubtfully. 

“Nuh-hu, you didn't ask before”

“But we had sex!, several times!”

“So?, we were just fuck buddies” She winked at him flirtishly. 

“Jesus,  I don't know if you are being serious or not”

“And you like that too?”

“I love it”

///

After lunch Kyung Soo noticed her a bit under the weather, so he took her out on a date around town. They bought some flowers at the store, he bought her an ice cream and she invited him to a bowl of ramen that they ended up sharing.

He drove her around the vicinities of the town, and then back to her house.  

They walked around the house into the garden, to rest on the big wooden table under the trees. The weather was still pleasant, not too chilly or too hot, so they lay there with Kyung Soo resting his head on her tummy, she didn’t quite sleep, she dazed off for a couple of minutes then she dedicated herself to caressing Kyung Soo’s hair as she watched the clouds move above. Everything was perfect. It couldn’t get any better. The visit of her parents and this moment remind her how right she was about moving there. And how grateful she felt toward her grandma, to Queeny. As she was staring at the sky, she felt it was the right moment to send her a silent thank you. She closed her eyes again, planning on snooze some more, but the head she was caressing started to stir awake.

He rubbed his face against her, crawling to her chest, resting there, hugging her tightly by the waist. 

“I dreamt with you,” He said from under her chin. 

“What was the dream about?”

“I don't remember very well,  but I woke up fearing that I was going to wake up alone,  but here you are, I felt so happy”

“How can you be so cheesy sometimes and so…dirty the next minute”

“It’s related to the make love to you or fuck you thing” She giggled because of his words and because of the tickles caused by his nose running down her neck. 

“You bring that up a lot”

“That's because I know you clench your thighs every time I do it”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about, and your face does the same, when you smile you’re almost childlike, but when you are focused, god help us” He didn’t comment on that, only kept kissing her face and neck. His grip around her waist tightened and his nose kept still against the crock of her neck. He released a long sight, sending a sweet shiver down her spine. 

“I love you so much Bong Hee” He said out of nowhere, she smiled sweetly, moving closer to him. 

“You do?”

“Yeah, so much” She hugged him back, their bodies fitting one against the other. Kyung Soo was acting cute and clingy in a way she hadn’t experienced before. His confession didn’t come as a surprise, but it did make her think about why he liked her so much. She went over all the things she had done in front of or with Kyung Soo since they met. And she couldn’t quite pinpoint why he liked her that much. 

“Kyung Soo, you met me in the worst moment of my life”

“So?” He answered from the comfortable position he had found against her neck.  

“Well, it was the worst for me too” Her answer was followed by 5 seconds of silence and then a very serious Kyung Soo rising from her shoulder.  

“Bong Hee” He said in disbelief. 

“Is not like that at all, I saw you dealing with a situation that was really hard for you, and you were vulnerable but brave, you dealt with your feelings, recognized blame, forgave yourself, let go of things… you can’t say that this was the worst you”

“That’s why you started liking me?”

“No, I liked you from before”

“Liar, also, I liked you first” He looked at her with big round eyes, honestly surprised and kind of offended. 

“You are the liar, I liked you first”

“Nuh-uh, I liked you first, remember when you came to greet me at the funeral?”

“Of course, and I’m sure you liked me since then, but in no way you liked me first” He saw her incredulous face and took matters into his own hands, literally. He grabbed both of her hands and pulled her with him out of the table and into the house. 

“Where are the pictures your grandma had in her room?”

“At the living room,” He kept pulling her with him inside the house, and into the living room. They stood in front of a wall where she rearranged the pictures that were scattered around the house. Kyung Soo stared at them closely since he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He did that for at least 5 minutes until he shouted in triumph. 

“This!” His finger was pointing at a small picture of her in a school uniform holding her diploma from her high school graduation. 

“When I saw this picture,  I thought you were so cute! And this one” He said, pointing at another picture just above the last one, this one was from her university graduation.

“With this one, I was done. I found you so attractive, I know is terrible, so superficial, but I liked you, then I met you and of course, it was more than looks, it just started by the looks”

“I bet you were happy to see me that day”

“Very! I was happy that you came to say goodbye to Queeny, but I was so happy to finally meet you, so don’t say that I met you at your worst, that is not true, I’m glad I met you like this, mature, changing constantly and finding peace, love and comfort” He hugged her from behind, still in front of her pictures. She got a tachycardia kind of feeling, Kyung Soo’s warmth embraced her not only physically, but spread into her mood, into her memories, into her energy.  His presence affected her always, in different ways, but only in good ways. She felt so many things towards him. Love, attraction, tenderness, but mostly gratefulness. The Bong Hee that appeared in those pictures that he found so adorable and worthy of his attention was another Bong Hee, nothing compared to the one she was now.

The Bong Hee in the pictures would have liked this new Bong Hee for sure. 

“You must know that all that is also thanks to you,” She said, turning her body around so she could face him. He didn’t let her go, still embracing her tightly by the waist, giving her a tender look. 

“It's not,” He said, shaking his head. 

“It is, this was the first time that I had to face something like this. I had hardships before, but they weren't that terrible, and I just ignored them, I never faced anything, but all this, my grandma’s death, quitting my career, moving here... I was able to do all that because you were there, as an understanding ear at the beginning, later as a friend, and then as a lover. My love for you grew thanks to that, so of course, all you saw, how you paint me, is in a big part thanks to you” He looked at her a bit dumbfounded. He stuttered when he spoke again. 

“Well, If you think is like that, I’m glad I could help”

“Kyung Soo, even my health improved thanks to you, even the image I had of myself changed”

“Ok, that was insane, the fact that you weren’t happy with your appearance”

“It wasn’t just my appearance, I had health issues because of it”

“No, you had health issues because you were sleeping less than a trooper, eating like a college student, and working a job you hated, it had nothing to do with your weight”

“Yeah but…” He interrupted her putting a finger on top of her lips.

“Is it because your thighs brush against each other? or because your pants fit too tight? or because you don't have abs?, You have the body you have, and even if your weight was affecting your health, is not anymore, so forget about all those insecurities, You are an incredibly sexy and gorgeous woman and I love you” Her mouth immediately formed a smile under his finger, he smiled back, removing his finger, replacing it with his mouth. They were both smiling into the kiss, two lovebirds swaying from one side to the other hugging. Kyung Soo started speaking into the kiss, brushing his lips against hers in the process. 

“Is it too early to have sex? All this talking about your body got me in the mood to look at it, can I?”

“You are so cute, let’s go have a shower and then get some” He smiled at her again and gave her a short kiss, pulling her again with him into her bathroom, but not without muttering I’m not cute under his breath.

“I’m going to prepare the bath, meanwhile you can get naked” He turned around and she stood there amused by the blunt tone of his voice when he said that, watching him trying the temperature of the water, humming some song, smelling the bath salts before dumping them in the water. And then she was able to see it. To see the future.

She saw it, and epiphany.

And Kyung Soo was there, nagging her about not eating enough vegetables, getting all serious at his job, but all sweet at her place, driving her around town, kissing her when no one was watching, supporting her, taking care of her, loving her. She saw all that.

It was so clear and real.

His voice brought her back. She had dozed off apparently. She blinked away the giddiness, clearing her view and she saw him. He was taking off his t-shirt, showing her his chest that she liked so much, telling her to do the same.  

Oh damn. She thought.

Damn you Do Kyung Soo. 

The end.

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Note: This was my first Kyung Soo’s fanfic. I hope you all like it, and I hope to be back with new stories. I’m already working on them. 

The playlist is curated in a way that it fits with the development of the story, so now that the fic ended, I invite you to hear it with new ears. 

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First Chance

Genre: AU. Save for work for now. Smut is almost here.  Mature (As in main characters are talking mature matters) Pairing: Do Kyung Soo  x OC Plot: After a family loss and a health emergency, Bong Hee moves into the countryside to feel better with her life. There she meets Do Kyung Soo, a farmer and family friend who helps her to go through what is going on and who walks beside her during this character development part of her life.

Here is the playlist that goes with the fanfic.

Note: Comments are love and my food.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

If someone saw their behavior from the outside, they could really tell what was going on, or at least they would be suspicious. Meeting every two days, talking over the phone when they didn’t have the chance to meet, texting nonstop, stealing glances from each other, etc. And it was obvious to them. At least for Bong Hee.

She liked Kyung Soo.

A lot. But not like I want to stick my tongue in your throat kind of like (well, that too). It was more like, let’s wake up together, and talk until late, and celebrate important dates together kind of like. Like boyfriend and girlfriend.

And after she gave him that kiss, that innocent yet… suggestive kiss on the cheek, she suspected that she wasn’t alone in this. How could she when Kyung Soo was looking for ways to subtly touch her, he was always the first one to call and he appeared at her house with flimsy, yet believable, excuses.

That day he invited her to his place. He and his closest workers were sharing lunch because Baekhuyn, was returning to Seoul to start his internship, and also his best friend was visiting him, and he was leaving that afternoon.

She stopped by the town to buy some beverages and then drove to Kyung Soo’s place, in her now beloved Ford truck, which was big as it was old, but it looked and worked great. At Kyung Soo’s house, she was welcomed by a tall guy that was way too happy to see her. 

“Bong Hee?!” “Yes, that’s me, and you are?”

“I’m Jong In, Kim Jong In, I’m Kyung Soo’s friend” She greeted him, this tall guy that looked slim, but thick, and had a wide smile that always reached his eyes. He guided her inside the house, helping her with the bags. 

“Your Bong Hee is here!” He shouted, and Kyung Soo appeared at the door frame of the kitchen, looking at him deadly serious. Jong In was definitely getting murdered that night. Bong Hee ignored his comment, always trying to make Kyung Soo feel comfortable.

The other guest would arrive later, so they both stay in the kitchen giving Kyung Soo company as he was finishing cooking. 

“Can you believe he made me work? I came here to visit him since I had a week free from work, and he made me carry boxes into the delivery trucks”

“You are a ballet dancer, you need to stay in shape and carry things,” Said Kyung Soo. That explained his body shape and the lightness of his steps. 

“How can you compare the beautiful and graceful ballerinas that I dance with, with boxes of peaches, and that’s not the point, Bong Hee, did he make you work here?” Who are you kidding? you already know it, you beautiful gazelle, she thought. 

“Yeah, but it was in exchange for him teaching me how to cook” Jong In almost choked on his drink. 

“He taught you how to cook?! Hyung! You never did that for me despite how much I asked for it! Hyung!” Kyung Soo ignored him, but she saw how his frame was shaking due to the laughter. 

“He is a great cook, isn’t he? His mom taught him all he knows”

“He is very good, but in his defense, it was a matter of life or death, I needed to learn how to cook or I could have died”

“Hyung, I don’t understand what she is trying to say” Both Bong Hee and Kyung Soo started laughing at poor Jong In.

This was the first time that she shared a meal like this. It was noisy and full of laughter, and they barely knew each other, but over meat, sautéed veggies, and non-alcoholic beer they got to share stories, jokes, and thoughts.

They could have stayed like that for another 5 hours, but Jong In had a train to catch and the guys had to work tomorrow morning, just as Kyung Soo, so they all decided to call it the day. Baekhyun offered himself to take Jong In to the train station, and when she made the slight move to get up at leave, Kyung Soo gave her a look, that look, the same from the last time telling her to stay, but this time she didn’t ignore it and came back to her seat.

Everybody left, she stayed with the excuse to help Kyung Soo with the dishes and they all thank her for being so thoughtful. She felt Kyung Soo grinning next to her. 

“Are all your friends cute?” She asked as she waved back at a weepy Jong In. 

“I guess, I’m the cutest one though”

“Oh, of course, but it just makes me wonder what are you guys doing with your lifes, when you should be idols”

“That sounds horrible” She laughed at his disturbed expression and walked inside the house following him.

She did help him with the dishes. She washed all of them meanwhile Kyung Soo took a shower because he felt gross after cooking all morning. And again, she was amazed by how homely they behaved around each other, and she liked it so much. They finished at the same time. Kyung Soo got into the kitchen just when she was wiping her hands. 

“You should have waited for me, so I could help you”

“Don’t worry, you already did enough for the day, I’m going to leave now” She wasn’t actually, but she wanted to mess with him a little bit. 

“No, why would you do that? is still early, and the weather is great, let’s go for a walk, you know, to digest all the food”

“Ok” She answered, not needing more reasons to stay.

They went walking along the surroundings of his farm, the sun was still up, but the heat was just the right temperature. Kyung Soo promised a nice river 20 minutes away, so they started walking, with no hurry.

They began talking about Jong In, how they met, since when, etc, which lead to talk about school, and she was excited because for the first time, Kyung Soo was sharing so much about him. Little stories about his class trips, military service, and his family. It was nice to have him talking like that, answering all her questions, laughing at some memory. It was a side of him she hadn’t seen yet, and it was her favorite so far.

As he finished telling her about that time he and Jong In almost got expelled from school for an innocent prank to a senior of them, he pointed to a line of tall trees in front of them. 

“Behind those threes is our goal,” He said, walking ahead of her, a bit eager. They still had to walk a long distance, and she was a bit tired now, so she called him on that. 

“Slow down, this is the most exercise I have done in years” And she wasn’t lying. He turned around looking amused by her and stood in his position until she reached him. 

“Need help? Wanna hold my hand?” She didn’t know if he was joking or not, but joke be dammed, she held his hand tight and walked ahead, pulling him with her. He only giggled and catch on her steps. No comments were made about the hand-holding thing.

“Bong Hee? I want to ask you something, I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I have to”

“Go ahead then”

“Are you doing better? Regarding the death of Queeny, you were quite bad some weeks ago…I just…you know you can talk to me about that”

“Thank you, I know I can, thank you for that…and yes, I’m doing better, I honestly don’t know what worries me the most, or what saddens me the most, thinking what my family, and I, did to her, or her sudden death, or what happened to me after her death…I don’t know, at this point, I have so many things in my head that I just pushed all to the back and started focusing on what was happening now. But I’m not completely ok yet…I still have trouble going to sleep, there are times when I feel really sad and my chest hurts, but then it goes away…so I guess for now, I’m just dealing with it the best I can” She felt how he clasped her hand tighter. 

“What is worrying you right now?”

“I’m just scared… If I’m following her steps, does that mean that I’m going to move apart from my family too, and live alone and die the same way?”

“Well I think is a bit unfair to say that she lived and died alone,  she had all of us…and you too,  And also, yes you have one family which is your mother, father,  uncles, etc. but at some point you will create your own family, and if you act well… you now,  you are honest,  caring and loyal to that family, they would never turn their backs to you, story doesn’t have to repeat itself you know,  it shouldn’t,  we are creatures who are able to learn from ours and others mistakes” She stopped to rest a bit and to talk to him. The walking over a very irregular land and Kyung Soo’s speech left her a bit out of breath. 

“Dear God Kyung Soo, you look quiet but whenever you open your mouth you say the wisest things, I can’t believe you are younger than me”

“Only three years,  that’s nothing” He answered a bit defensive. She smiled at him, getting a smile back, and resumed her walking. 

“By the way, what about your family?”

“Oh, my parents? Well, they come during festivities, they still work so is hard for them to come from the city… “

“So you are close to them?”

“Yeah”

“What did they think about your career choice?”

“They didn’t like it at the beginning, but now they are happy I’m happy and succeeding in my business” She was very pleased to hear that. 

“I’m glad,  you deserve their support and appreciation”

“Thank you… That’s… a great thing to say”

“You think I deserve the same from my parents?”

“Of course, but from what I know, they need to be born again to do so” She loved the funny observations that he did once in a while, with a straight face, waiting for her reaction. She laughed at that. Of course, her parents weren’t going to change, and she had to deal with that.

She was still laughing when they arrived at the river shore. It was a shallow, yet wide river, not tempestuous at all, not during summer, Kyung Soo clarified. The entire shore was covered in grass and wildflowers, and some trees and bushes splattered along. The noise, the smell, and the panoramic was a whole sensorial experience. And when they sat in the grass, feeling it in her naked legs and the palm of her hands made the entire experience even more powerful. At moments like this, she realized how much nature was helping her to recover.

Nature and Kyung Soo. Who by now was one with the wildlife. Leaning back, resting on his hands, his eyes closed and the air softly playing with his hair. He was silent now, enjoying this, as she did. She again granted herself the pleasure of staring at him. That stoic face that she was already so used to, but still amazed her. And now that they were getting closer, and whatever reaction she could have wasn’t going to be badly received, she allowed herself to really stare at his lips. Those heart-shaped, full pink lips, that couldn’t be more defined or more inviting.  As she was staring at his lips she was getting this massive urge to just make out with them. That’s why she avoided them all this time. Trying not to stare too much, not to linger on them for too long, focusing on his eyes whenever he spoke to her, because she knew her libido quite well, and that crazy bitch was horny for some sensual lips, like Kyung Soo’s.

She wanted to kiss him.

Not only because she wanted to feel the softness of his lips or the warmth of his breath as he exhales against her. She wanted to kiss him because she couldn’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that he was. She wanted him to know that she saw him as perfect. In every sense.

She was going to do it damn it, she was going to lay into him. He was now completely oblivious to his surroundings. She was going to attack, just like when she kissed him on the cheek. And he was going to answer her kiss, damn it. At the count of three, she said to herself.

One.

Two.

She couldn’t count to three. Her cell phone rang.

And it rang only two times and then went silent. It was an unknown number, probably a wrong number.

But the moment was gone now.

His eyes were now wide open, his relaxed demeanor now gone. 

“Is everything okay, you look bummed all of a sudden” He said, putting a lock of her hair behind her ear. She realized that he was sitting closer to her now. Their arms almost touching. 

“I’m okay”

“You sure, who called you?”

“No one, wrong number I think” For some reason, her voice came out very soft right now. Kyung Soo’s hand was still lingering in her hair, his heat radiated towards her. She wasn’t looking at him, she didn’t dare to do so. Her eyes were fixed on their hands, brushing each other, but not touching. He kept playing with her hair, the closest he had been since they met, the most physically open he has been since they met. 

“Kyung Soo, Are you always this nice?” She asked out of nowhere, maybe trying to lighten the mood, at least her mood, Kyung Soo’s mood looked quite lightened already. 

“Well… I try to be nice to everybody, but not this nice…no, I’m not this nice to everyone” She didn’t realize that the hand that was playing with a lock of her hair was now under her shin, bringing her head up, forcing her to look at him. They were so close that when she lifted her head, she found herself brushing her nose against his.

There was a moment of silence, a moment where both hearts stopped, a moment Kyung Soo looked straight into her eyes, looking for some resistance, and Bong Hee looked straight at his eyes, looking for some signal of distrust.

None of those appeared.

His fingers moved along her cheek, caressing the light red shade. He moved slower, not trying to be careful, but trying to make that feeling last.

When his lips landed on hers, she felt like that was her place, she wouldn’t be able to stop doing it.  A wave of excitement ran down her body, making her feel young again.

Their lips kept moving in liquid slow motion,  but she felt like something was missing, so she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and moving her body closer to his. Kyung Soo crossed his arms around her waist, tipping his head to deepen the kiss.

She had to move apart, just a couple of millimeters to gain some air. Both were slightly panting, still tightly hugging each other.

Kyung Soo unconsciously licked his lower lip, which made her jump on him again.

He started caressing her, releasing soft moans that made her body shiver, and kissing her with so much honesty and care that she felt like she didn’t deserve it. Still, she kept enjoying it and answering back, with the same honesty. She didn’t remember that a kiss could feel like this. Every single muscle in her body reacted to it. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears. And there was this dichotomy, she wanted to end it otherwise all the emotions and feelings would end her, but also, she wanted to kiss him for at least an hour. Nonstop.

The kiss was getting heated, but the day wasn’t. And as the sun was setting down, a draft of cold ran through them. He broke the kiss this time, mostly for the lack of air and the cold. 

“It’s getting chilly and dark, let’s go before we get lost”

“Su…sure” She answered a bit flustered, not knowing what to do. He smiled at her, so sweetly that she felt dazed. 

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, very, very ok, ok” She couldn’t speak well now. Kyung Soo nodded one time, smiling at her and leaving a last kiss on her lips. 

“Let’s go” He grabbed her hand, helping her to get up. 

“I think this is the first time I see you lost for words” He said, raising a cocky brow, half-smiling.

“Focus on the path Kyung Soo so we don’t get lost” He laughed at her and released her hand to pass his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him.

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