#kyungsoo scenario

[xotaemintol]

Hi ! Can u make a steamy make out/dry humping session after a long tiring day of Kyungsoo and gf reader please! Thank u 🩷

HIIII Ty for your assskkk! ofc I can! This is my first time writing for him so I wanted to make sure I kept it short so I didn’t stray too far away from what could be considered accurate, but I do plan on writing more for him bc I absolutely adore him 🤭

WORD COUNT: 371

Your fingers tangle in his black hair as he rests on your hips, slowly guiding them as you grind against him with nothing but your thin underwear and his black dress pants between the two of you. His tongue gracefully moves in your mouth as he kisses you, neither of you planned to go this far, he said that he was going out because he had work and you said that you were going to spend the day catching up on old hobbies since you had nothing to do, but after one kiss that last a little too long Kyungsoo couldn’t help but melt as your fingertips traced up the back of his neck and into his hair, all it took was for him to lean in a little closer, pressing your back against the table as his hand rested on your hip for you to want more. In a matter of seconds, you were on top of him, grinding against him in your nightgown as you lustfully kissed each other only pulling away for short breaths of air.

For a second, as he began kissing down your neck while pushing your thin nightgown up, you wanted to warn him that he’d be late, but the feeling of his fingers brushing over your nipples quickly made you change your mind. Clinging to him you press yourself down onto him harder, the feeling of his fully erect cock underneath you felt so good, and every gentle touch from his hands made that feeling intensify greatly.

“You’re so pretty,” He muttered against your hot skin, chills rising all over your body as you feel his breath on your neck, “Soo…” You felt like you could hardly breathe with how excited you were becoming, shamelessly grinding against him faster as you become increasingly wet you started to feel tingles all over your body. His soft lips felt like heaven, and his heavy breathing as he left sweet kisses on your jaw was making you feel like you’d explode, “I’m gonna be late…” He said in between short kisses, but you were far too gone to stop, you needed him, and it was too late to stop now. “Just fifteen more minutes…I’ve missed you.”

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[eomayas]

interruptions • dks

pairing: prof!kyungsoo x wife!reader

synopsis: two times the reader interrupts professor kyungsoo and the two times he loves it

genre: fluffyyyyy, first half is a little suggestive

warnings: none

a/n: hiiii this is kind of a filler bc i have other things to post but they’re taking too long and this was in my brain and is super short. i love kyungsoo bye

kyungsoo lifts his eyes from the test papers in front of him when the door to his office is opened. you slip inside, a tired smile on your face. “hey, baby,” his throat is scratchy from not having said anything in the last few hours. it’s timbre makes your heart flutter.

“sorry to interrupt, but it’s late,” you comment, walking over to him. kyungsoo spins around in his chair to face you and opens his legs for you to walk into. kyungsoo puts his hands on the back of your exposed thighs while your hands fall to his shoulders. “are you going to come to bed?” you ask, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“i’m still grading,” he says, sliding his hands up higher underneath your silk nightgown. kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes and wets his lips as he drags his eyes up your body. you raise an eyebrow at him and he leans back in chair, pulling you closer to him so you practically fall into his lap. “coming to keep me company?” he mumbles, kissing the underside of your jaw.

you situate yourself on his lap and look down at him. he glances down at your chest and you scoff lightly. “you missed your chance for the night,” you say, rolling your eyes when he sticks out his bottom lip. “too bad.” you say, kissing him on the lips. kyungsoo wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you closer to him.

he skates his free hand higher up on your leg, sliding over your smooth and underwear free hip. he stops kissing you and pulls back. “really?” he mutters, reaching for the tie of your silk robe.

“i was waiting for you,” you say, readjusting yourself on his lap. he bites his bottom lip as his member strains in his pants. “but it’s late, and we both have work in the morning.” you add, gently running a hand over his hair.

“we can be quick,” he says, pulling your robe open. you let him, liking the way he checks you out like he’s trying to commit it to memory. “damn, y/n.” he mumbles, a small smile on his face as he runs his finger tips over the hem of the nightgown. kyungsoo licks his lips again as he drags his eyes up from your heavily exposed chest, to your eyes. “i’ll be quick.” he says, almost like a promise.

you chuckle and stand up from his lap. “don’t stay up too late, soo,” you say, bending over to give him a kiss (and to let him look down your dress one more time). “goodnight, baby. i love you.” you say from the doorway, giving him a soft smile before leaving and shutting the door behind you.

“love you too,” he mutters at the door, his hand palming himself through his pants pathetically.

as calmly as possible, kyungsoo rakes through the briefcase again, pressing a hand through his forehead as all of the papers in it belong to you. in his rush this morning, he must’ve grabbed yours on his way out. it’s a rookie mistake, one he hasn’t made in years, but he’s been distracted all morning and this just proves how much. your work bags are similar, but there are notable differences like his being a zipper opening and yours being held together by buckles. his had a straps as well as a handle, and yours just a handle.

kyungsoo sighs and checks his watch, pressing his lips into a thin line as he notices he’s late to start class. “morning, everybody,” he says, clearing his throat. “sorry for the late start, i, err, grabbed my wife’s briefcase on accident.” he admits, earning a few snickers from his students.

he walks around the front of his desk and leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “so i don’t have your tests with me—i know, i know. i’m already a class behind. but i posted the grades online a few minutes ago, so you should be able to see how you did. i have no lesson plan, so in the meantime, we can just chat about anything, i guess,” he says, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks. kyungsoos eyes scan the class of bored students who clearly want to go home. “no takers? alright, somebody catch me up on the chapter we read last night.” he says, grabbing his mug off of his desk and taking a sip of his coffee.

the class is silent and he snorts behind his cup. “im serious. if nobody answers either options, then i’ll just move the deadline for the project up a week,” kyungsoo threatens—he won’t actually do it, but he’s not going to sit here like an idiot. a few hands shoot up and he calls on the first student he sees, who reviews the reading that was assigned last night.

kyungsoo freestyles the lesson, utilizing the whiteboard way more than he typically would because of his lack of slides and lesson plan. he’s deep into lecturing when the door of the classroom opens and he snaps his head to see who it is, ready to tell whoever it is not to interrupt like that again, until he sees you trying to sneak in as quietly as possible.

a small smile stretches across his lips as you glance around at the students guiltily, feeling bad for interrupting. “sorry to interrupt,” you say to everyone, ducking your head and smiling bashfully as you make your way to the front towards your husband. “hi. you grabbed the wrong one.” you say, dropping his bag onto his desk and taking yours.

“technically, we both grabbed the wrong one,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “thank you, by the way.” he says, clasping his hand over yours. you smile at him and then remember you have an audience, and slip away from him.

“i’ll see you later,” you say, starting to walk away.

“y/n,” he says. you turn around and he raises his eyebrows at you. aren’t you forgetting something? he asks with his eyes. your cheeks tinge pink before you hop back up to him and place a chaste kiss to his lips that makes somebody in the classroom ‘aw’ at the two of you. “oh, give me a break.” kyungsoo says, squeezing your hand before saying goodbye and watching you speed walk out of the classroom. you stop at the doorway and face him, mouthing ‘i love you’ before disappearing, leaving him to mumble a ‘love you too’ to his shoes, a smile on his face.

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[justwritedreams]

Hello

A headcanon of Kyungsoo realizing he has feelings for the reader

I'm enjoying that you're asking members that I haven't written yet CONTINUE!

KYUNGSOO REALIZING THAT HE HAS FEELINGS FOR YOU

Author: Maari

Warnings: minor errors probably because i wrote it in the break of work

So you and him have been friends for a long time

You have a lot in common

Enjoy having in-depth conversations on a variety of topics

You like to do the same things

And you are each other's excuse to get away from noisy and crowded places

And one day, you managed to escape from a club

How had you ended up there? Ask his extrovert friends

None of you wanted to go but it wasn't like you could say no

Thank you Chanyeol 🫡

So when you accepted his ride, you could finally breathe a sigh of relief as you got into the silent car

Both of your heads ached from the loud music

And you were so sleepy that you leaned against the car window even as he was driving

"I thought you couldn't get away from Baekhyun" he chuckled

And you, of course, laughed along, looking at him

He was so focused and so handsome

"I didn't remember he talked so much, I thought you were going to leave me there" you said and his laugh increased

"Don't think it didn't cross my mind"

And you were like 😲

Your plan had been simple:

The two would take a 5 minute break to go to the bathroom but actually you would run to the door and leave the place

But Baekhyun delayed you because he kept telling you how sad he was because his girlfriend had gone on a business trip

Although far away, you could see Kyungsoo's bored face in the middle of the crowd, waiting for you 🤣

But it wasn't like you were going to argue with him because

You would do the same lol

You just smiled and closed your eyes, too tired to talk

And he not only understood, he respected 🥺

And when he turned to face you real quick

Damn!

He never noticed before how you had a glow of your own

He frowned thinking it was some illusion in his head

Or that kind of intrusive thinking that no one has control

He dropped you off at home and you invited him in

And he was more worried about you because you had worked a lot during the week

And on Friday you looked like a zombie, you were so tired

So he accepted

He felt good in your house, it was quiet, it brought peace

You lay down on the couch and he helped you take off your shoes

As he already knew your house, he went to get a blanket so you wouldn't be cold during the night

And when he came back, you were already asleep

Sounds cliche, right?

But well, the time he put the cover on you

He couldn't help but push the hair that fell into your eyes

And it was only then, watching you sleep so serenely that he felt his heart warm

Anxiety in the stomach that wasn't bad at all

And an involuntary smile appeared on his face

And when he leaned in to kiss you

He was like oH 😳

He straightened up again but brought his hand to his mouth.

Not believing that he had almost done that because

Damn, was he in love with you?? Since when?

He was always very clear about what he felt, what he thought...

And he just now noticed that he likes you?

Poor baby left your house so confused he couldn't even remember where he had put his car keys 🤣🤣

But he wouldn't be the only one confused

Because good luck if you think he's going to leave things the way they were

Expect a very sincere confession 👀

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[aqupistau]

— ☕️ⸯⸯ : unintentional﹙dks﹚

warnings: implied smut, profanity, fingering, and masturbation

genre & trope: suggestive and neighbors!AU

pairing: do kyungsoo x f!reader

word count: 3.03k (edited)

synopsis. your first impression of your neighbor didn't end well for you, but it was the opposite for him. after eavesdropping his conversation about you next door and him singing a song of romantic interest for you—lyrics filled with undressing you off in your Versace dress, you gain the same pining for him and end up following every lyrics of his song.

Surely, this state will be enough to cause a hangover once you wake up tomorrow. You thought to yourself, palm on your forehead, wishing for the elevator to reach the current floor you're staying temporarily. 

Oddly, the air in the hallways felt warm, so you removed your coat, revealing a body-hugging Versace chainmail dress your generous friend who offered you to wear tonight for clubbing.

Earlier morning, you had a petty argument with her. When she would give you her Versace things, it would always consist of you not accepting them since they were very expensive, to passive-aggressive threats you'd receive from her, then to her gleefully seeing you in Versace, your bag heavy with her gifts. You didn't have to buy clothes at all. You had a supplier of your things for free. 

You were on a business trip for this month, consisting of attending board meetings, reviewing proposals, and sharing a drink and good conversation with special sponsors. Since everyone was given a week of rest, the same friend insisted on taking you out clubbing tonight and also invited your other friends. It took you a minute to contemplate if you should take today to only sleep, but you loved a good drink and company, so you eventually agreed. Leading you to this bad state of headache from alcohol.

As you safely reach your room and input your pin on the door lock, you feel a figure on your right, and you take a look only to see the dreaded person you didn't want to meet during your stay in this hotel—your neighbor.

You're staying in a good small three-star hotel, and all of the services were fair quality, so you hadn't thought of any disruption when staying here, except for one. Your neighbor, a great singer, truly, is a nuisance just by singing karaoke in the dead of the night. The walls of the hotel rooms were thick enough not to hear conversations, so it meant that your neighbor was just that loud.

Imagine going back to your bed only to hear your neighbor disrupting it with their hobby of singing karaoke heartily before going to sleep. Honestly, you also guessed that you would be sleeping at the same time as him, ruining your sleeping schedule. Even some point on those nights, instead of being irritated when you were already prepared for a good night's sleep, you would wonder if they just recently had a breaking point like a heartbreak with those sad ballads. He was singing his heart out to Bruno Mars, but you needed your goddamn sleep.

You thought of some options to stop this, and it only led you to the solution of switching rooms. But it would be far-fetched since the only available ones were far from your budget.

And there you were, waiting for a good chance to complain about the noise, but the noise your neighbor has been making isn't that loud for the other neighbors to complain. You also didn't have any proper decorum at night to complain to your neighbor, and you were always busy during the day, so you had to shelve all of your ill temper inside you. 

Still not noticing your presence, you take in all the information of him. Average in height and an all-black comfy outfit of hoodie and sweatpants. Understandable for someone who would sing the blues in the middle of the night. Yet, your senses start to tingle. Your knack for recognizing attractive people could detect that he was more attractive underneath this cover-up, even if we were from a bird's eye away.

Strong hands and fingers with years of experience as a musician swiftly type down his door pin, and his hand forms firm fists, his knuckles prominent as he holds down his door handles. He's about to enter his space when he notices your presence. And finally, you know the face of your nuisance of a neighbor, which might turn quite a turn starting this moment.

The neighbor was a new face of attractiveness you'd never seen before. Dark and formed eyebrows beneath the straight black fringe, drawing you down to his large moon-shaped eyes with full black irises that sparkle from the light reflected off your dress. You trace your eyes down from his nose to the most striking aspect of his face; his heart-shaped pink lips parted like cushions of velvet when caressed.

He realizes a bit late of your stares, making him bow, a gush of warmth rushing up to his ears as he greets a good evening.

Snapping back to reality, you also bow, struggling to straighten yourself from the alcohol in your system.

"Good evening," you greeted back as you stood straight up, and he smiled idly, reciprocating the greeting.

"Kyungsoo? Is that you?" a man from his apartment called out. 

"Yeah," he replied back, quickly bowed at you again, mumbling a goodbye, then entered his room hurriedly.

Too bad, you thought. A part of you wished you could observe him more to satisfy the curiosity that the 'once' dreaded neighbor was actually a sight to behold, but the remaining half just wanted to take a good hot bath and bury yourself on the soft mattress of your bed. 

You shrugged it off, deciding to surrender to the latter choice, and entered your apartment, dropping your purse on the couch and your body followed.

As you looked around your space, you feel a bit empty just from the difference of the fun energy from clubbing and this bare hotel room. Nothing was in your room to feel like you were home, and you were feeling like you were living in a blank space these past few days.

Empty tables and countertops greeting you every morning is starting to suck off the energy you regained *barely* from sleep. Missing the familiarness and coziness of your home, and most importantly—"Fuck. All this clubbing makes me wanna get laid so badly." 

I mean, how could you blame yourself? Lewd scenes in the club of people getting drunk and making out on the dance floor, and then when you're fed up with that scene and decide to take a tinkle, you go to the restroom only to see another cluster of people getting drunk and making out. The worst is hearing grunts and skins slapping in the women's bathroom.

Just how are you supposed to compose yourself? Being surrounded by horny people made you horny too. You're human.

Ding. Notifications from your phone on the couch pop up, and you check out what's happening. They were pictures sent by your friends in the group chat, all of you just having fun drinking in the VIP section, along with texts if everybody got home safely, and you noticed yourself in those pictures. 

The long deliberation of wearing this iconic Versace chainmail dress your friend told you to wear and ending up wearing it was worth it. This dress attracted many lookers on you tonight, and your friends teased how you were practically glowing with the dress.

You can't help but take advantage of the remaining glamor you feel with yourself and also the desire to please yourself tonight. So you dim the lights of your room, and you hear the noise of an electric guitar chord tuning from your beloved neighbor.

You groaned in frustration and punched the air toward your neighbor's place. "You may have attracted me on our first encounter, but you're still good at being an ass." But this action alone of trying to argue with your neighbor's walls is helpless, so you slumped on the couch again and stared off into space. 

"The guitar solo on this song is so good, I swear. It's good that you picked this song for a starter in your plans to be a musician." The muffled noise turned clear, hearing them from an unmistakable sound of speakers. They were using fucking microphones. 

"Yeah, hopefully this would be a good song for my audition. I've been practicing my vocals for a while now, so I might as well pursue it." You almost calmed down hearing the neighbor's deep calm voice, followed by the melody of a familiar intro of a song on a synth piano.

The sound of romantic and dreamy enter your senses, and you place your ear on the wall to listen more closely. You can't pinpoint what this song's title was, but you know that it is pretty famous.

The other voice that wasn't your neighbor interrupted, "Let’s start filming the practice? I think we’re ready to record." Then the synth stopped, a pout on your lips formed unconsciously, and you strayed away from the wall in defeat.

"Sure, but before we start recording, I saw my neighbor by the door earlier…." 

Me? you thought, eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

Silence and a deep sigh engulfed it. The neighbor continued, "I think it was her first time to see me and her dress tonight…it looked so perfect on her, like it was tailored for her only. It also looked expensive like all of the past clothes she wore, and there is always the familiar scent of—" 

"Versace?" The friend finished.

"Yes. Exactly." 

"That's why you picked this song. So then, what did you do?" The friend continued, full of expectations. 

"I bowed, greeted a good evening, and immediately went inside since you called out for me."

"Kyungsoo?" 

"Yeah?" 

"You're an idiot."

"Pfft—" you snorted, glad that you held yourself back by covering your mouth.

"What do you mean?" Kyungsoo asked innocently, clearly showing no signs of remorse for his actions. You never knew your neighbor was so naive, especially when his songs, besides the ballads, were always passionate soul and R&B music. 

"What do you mean? Are you serious—You're hopeless, Do Kyungsoo" and silence. The friend was too stunned to speak, even to inform Kyungsoo what he had just lost.

“...”

"Would you like to practice before we record?" Kyungsoo blurted out.

"Yes, please."

The dreamy tune of the synth goes again, and a specific key of the synth feels like Kyungsoo was about to start singing until you hear the first stanza. You're frozen, silenced. This is Bruno Mars' song, but neither is it about the blues nor the music of a broken-hearted man.

So this was it, the reason why this melody was so familiar. It’s Versace on the Floor. The dim lights of your room, the smooth and sensual synth piano, and his voice, like the color of the finest silks of green, set the caress atmosphere. You've always heard him singing passionately, but this vibration and temperature of emotion were much unlike his past way of singing. 

As you struggle to catch your breath, a growing sensation builds, the feeling of weight getting heavier as you struggle to dedicate yourself to listening to his serenades alone. Thoughts of him on your first meeting start to swarm up every corridor of your mind, and you lean your back to the wall. Eyes closed and hands to your chest, grasping the hem of your dress to fully immerse yourself with the walls that seem to be the only separation of your longing and lust for pleasure.

Realization of reality opens your eyes to the current situation. Was this just a coincidence? Versace, the conversation about you, and this song. Wait—is this song actually for you? 

A fit of laughter of disbelief escapes from your lips, the tip of your tongue poking your inner cheek. The alcohol must have reached your rationality, though this doesn't stop you from entertaining the thought of just hearing his intentions to undress the sight of you in your Versace dress, tingling you with excitement.

But this isn't right. You convinced yourself. This is uncalled for. How can you lust on a man you just met?

The headache from the alcohol disperses and a new sensation replaces it. Your legs and arms go weak, and you slowly fall on your carpet as the chorus ends and another verse comes.

There was nothing to stop you, yet still you worried if this song was supposed to be dedicated to you. You groaned in frustration, and gave up, following his explicit instructions, unzipping the zipper from your back, the sound of a smooth zipper gliding down along the lines of your spine. In a trice, the nipple covers on your breasts are long gone, and you shiver from the nakedness of your chest; the tip of the nipples achingly hardens from the coldness of visibility. 

Kyungsoo's voice still reverberates clearly despite the thick walls and sensual lyrics of the following verse of the song filling the air as he sings about tender intimacy. You lick your fingers and imagine him kissing you bold, tracing down from the curvature of your neck to the enticing slopes of your shoulders. It didn’t matter how graphic and lewd he’d sing about the curves of your body, the assurance of your unquestioned beauty heard sincerely. 

To him, you were his muse. He reveres and divines your every composition, turning you into hymns of his desperation to touch you. You were a spec of his imagination in his eyes, the belladonna of what he can’t even grasp his dreams to be with. The sultriness of his voice chants of kissing you naked, undressing in your dress, and you hum in contentment, brushing your agitated nipple, igniting a symphony of pleasure within you from the light contact.

Every inch of you quivers, delicious temptations of touching yourself, hypnotizing your sanity, and the morals you've put yourself to protect crumble down. A great requirement of satisfaction has been set upon you, earning for you to yearn more, itching to caress the warm existence between your legs.

You wanted to feel his emotions. No, instead, you needed him to look at you with those large radiant eyes to look straight into yours without any hint of hesitance behind them and touch you with those carefully carved hands on every part of you. And with that voice, that heavenly blessed voice, if he was here with you, you'd fawn over him as he barely touches his velvet lips on your ears, whispering sweet praises slowly leading to merely sweet nothings of your existing beauty.

Amidst the yearning for him, do you hear the sweet guitar solo you've forgotten existed in the song, the long tolerance of your refusal of self-satisfaction vanishing. You readied, your hand busy teasing your erected breast and the other pulling down the remaining dress that covered the rest of you. You shut your eyes closed, feeling your hesitant cold hands go near between your thighs, landing to touch your clit, and a hiss comes out of your mouth from the touch.

Hallucinations of Kyungsoo in front of you, observing you just like how you imagined him to be, with anticipation, with eagerness. You spread your legs wide and leniently stroked your clit, capturing you with an airy moan, a rush of ecstasy from your cunt to your arms. Shortly, your patience goes dry, gaining more momentum and force to your strokes, knees buckling, and your legs surging from high. 

You feel it coming close, and you stop yourself from the pleasure as he sings the song's ending chorus. Quickly you grab the nearest pillow from the couch and sit on it, legs on either side of the pillow and start humping. The interrupted orgasm recovers, and you think of how erotic and ludicrous you are, pleasuring yourself just by the voice of a neighbor you once hated, which turned out to be the man of your ideals. 

Kyungsoo belts out the song's last note, and you whimper, nearing your orgasm. You stifle out a noticeable mewl as you orgasm, and you immediately cover your mouth, hoping that it wasn't heard, especially by your neighbor. 

"Fuck, no, no, no," you mumbled repeatedly and lay dead on the carpet, body weak from bliss. 

"That was amazing! I think you're good to go for the audition already, Kyungsoo. Would you like another go? Just to make sure," The friend complimented Kyungsoo, but Kyungsoo remained quiet, and you felt every nerve of your body growing cold. 

"Soo?"

"Yeah. Can we record in your studio instead? I wanna hear my voice clearer." 

"Sure. I'll just meet you on the ground floor since I'll be starting up the car." 

"Okay." The sound of a door swinging open next door is the last sound you hear. 

It was just the two of you left, and it felt awkward even though you were technically in different rooms, but it felt like you were in the same space, feeling the tension and being the only ones aware of it. You pursed your lips and exhaled to relieve your nerves, neglecting your eavesdropping. 

Better take a bath, sleep in the comfort of your bed, just like you planned, and pretend nothing happened. Yes, that's good for now.

Knock knock. That sound definitely didn't come from your phone, nor was it an alarm clock you hopefully set by this hour for no reason. It was from the door. Your door specifically.

You hastened in wearing your nipple covers and wore your dress again, wearing a cardigan from the hanger near the door. You braced yourself from what you might see from the door viewer, and you tiptoed, seeing from the small hole the neighbor, in the same clothes earlier, his chin rested anxiously on his hand.

Shit, you cursed under your breath and tried to fix your hair and cover the skin showing on your chest with your cardigan. You slowly opened the door, and the neighbor didn't expect you'd even open the door.

"Uhm, can I help you?" You asked, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and he attempted again.

"I…" Your eyes grow larger as you expect his response, looking straight to his eyes that wander around, trying to find answers from everywhere until he meets your eyes, and something bursts.

The both of you crash into each other's lips simultaneously as if knowing each other's pursuits of lust, rashed and rough, inhaling only the oxygen that suffices from one another.

Kyungsoo grabs hold of your waist and pulls it near, an indecent sigh coming out from the kiss. 

"Sir—" 

"Kyungsoo." he breathes deeply, out of breath. "Call me Kyungsoo." 

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[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.

—

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.

—

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. 

—

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.

—

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

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[decantingstxrs]

kyungsoo is silent by nature. you knew this when he sat in the cubicle next to yours and when he asked you out for the first time. you had expected him to be a silent lover as well. keyword being: had.

there was something about the only time he was ever loud was in the confines of your bedroom that made you go mad. it was like he reserved his noises for you and you alone. he never whispered his praises, he wanted the world to know how tight you were, how good you felt around him, just everything. being able to bring out the loudness in him was something you would rather die for than give up.

@kyungseokie hi

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[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 9 - God!Kyungsoo + Oral Fixation & Masturbation

Anonymous Said: for kinktober: king/god (or some high up position) kyungsoo + oral fixation + masturbation

A/n: To be honest, when I first got this ask, I wasn't quite sure how to make this work, but then an idea struck me! I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 861

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Kyungsoo’s fingers dig into the plush skin of your thighs as he pulls you in closer, his tongue laving over your folds delicately. The sweet nectar of your essence that he can taste dripping onto his tongue has a moan building within his chest, especially when he feels your legs trembling around his head as he flicks over your clit once more.

“Divine,” he hums, turning his head to nip at the skin of your thigh.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were insatiable,” your voice comes out shaky, an airy laugh leaving your lips as you grip the headboard for support.

“For you?” He quirks a brow, gaze drifting upwards to look at your face, and loving how he can see your chest rising and falling with every breath you take. “I can never get enough.”

The moment his tongue is back on you, dragging through your wet folds and teasingly circling over your clit, you throw your head back in bliss. Your eyes flutter shut as your one hand comes to tangle in his hair, a soft moan of his name escaping your lips.

“What about-“ your breath hitches as he sucks that sensitive little nub of yours between his plump lips, “what about you?”

He releases you with a particularly wet pop. “What about me, Dearest?”

“Don’t you want me to-“

“Do not worry about me right now,” he cuts you off, his eyes shining at knowing the fact that you want to touch him, to please him, too. “Simply focus on the pleasure that I’m giving you. Let me take you to the gardens of ecstasy that only I can. Seeing you enjoying yourself, feeling you dripping onto my tongue with that sweet nectar of yours is enough for me. There is no greater pleasure for me than your own.”

The way your heart races in your chest at his words, the way your cheeks warm at his honesty, has your head spinning. Your whole body shakes as he smiles up at you, only furthered when his tongue begins it’s languid strokes over your clit once more.

“Kyungsoo,” the soft sigh of his name falling from your lips has his entire being flooding with warmth, but it’s your next exhale that truly makes his cock twitch, “my god.”

He moans against you, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

Yes, he is your god. Your one and only divinity, as you are for him. He does not know what he would do were you not in his life. A life that did not know joy, that did not understand the vibrance of the universe until you came into it.

Kyungsoo can and will do anything in his power for you, and he’ll start with this.

“Fuck yes,” he can hear the smile in your voice, in your words as you feel him start to suckle on your clit before laving his tongue through your folds once more. “Just like that.”

He can’t help it. With the way you’re moving above him, slowly beginning to grind yourself onto his tongue, coating his lips in your essence, his cock throbs. The next moan of his name that falls from you, breathless and needy, has him reaching for his weeping cock with one of his hands.

Another moan reverberates against your weeping core as he squeezes his cock firmly in his hand, running his thumb along the slit and spreading his precome over the head. Again, he pulls you closer.

Each flick of his tongue, each movement of his lips, he stroke himself in time to. The rolling of your hips becomes more frequent, grinding yourself onto his tongue, and Kyungsoo does not miss this opportunity to match your pace. He can tell you’re getting close, and all he wants to do is bring you over the edge. He’s already right there, he just needs you to fall with him.

Eyes fluttering shut, Kyungsoo increases his efforts tenfold. The sloppy, wet sounds you can hear him making as he continues to eat you out only serve to make you clench, your orgasm fast approaching as his tongue coaxes it out of you. A few more licks, and your eyes roll into the back of your head, your release washing over you as he suckles your clit into his mouth, wanting to draw out your pleasure for as long as he can.

The sight and sound of you coming above him, for him and him alone - because of him - has him following right behind. Muffled grunts escape him as he feels himself paint his stomach with white ropes of his release, his own body trembling right alongside your own as you attempt to catch your breaths.

Slowly, he detaches his mouth from you, watching as your body jolts from each small touch against your still sensitive core. He smirks as he meets your gaze from above him. His grip never falters on your one hip for even a moment as he pulls you back into him, your juices already leaking down his chin as he licks his lips.

“It would be a shame to let all of this sweetness go to waste.”

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[inspired-by-the-music]

Sudden Rain, Chapter 4

Kyungsoo's POV

Chanyeol stood beside me in the corner of Eunbi’s birthday party and whispered, “They’re over. Maybe they never really started.” At least I think he tried to whisper. Chanyeol’s whisper was about as loud as everyone else’s indoor voice. 

Everybody was too engrossed in their conversations to hear Chanyeol. If anyone had turned at his voice, they would have caught us staring at Eunbi and the man at her side. Because of Ms. Oh’s frequent kisses on his cheeks, I assumed the man was Sehun. 

It seemed out of place for me to discuss Eunbi’s relationship with her brother, but I couldn’t keep myself from asking, “What happened between them?”

“Who knows?” Chanyeol took a sip of his drink. It looked like a glass of Scotch, but I suspected it was actually a glass of apple juice. “From what I’ve gathered, she ended the romantic part of their relationship, but he really shattered things.” 

From where I stood, nothing looked shattered. Since he arrived, Sehun hadn’t looked away from Eunbi. He sat beside her at the table with his arm resting on the back of her chair. While the rest of the party shouted, the two of them spoke in whispers and giggles. 

I asked, “What do you mean?”

“They never seemed all that broken up to me,” Chanyeol said, “but they must have been. Sehun started seeing somebody else. For some reason, he was in a rush to get married to her. I guess that didn’t work out, though.”

“Sehun is divorced?” I couldn’t quite believe it. Maybe his divorce was a distant memory, and that’s why he could laugh like that. 

Chanyeol nodded. “Pretty much. He’s waiting for it to be officially finalized.” 

“What about Eunbi?” I said without thinking. “Is she waiting too?” 

Chanyeol studied me. All signs of mischief vanished from his face. “I don’t think she’s holding her breath or anything,” he said hesitantly. “Look, I don’t think she ever thought that there were other options. Until you showed up, I don’t think she knew that there was any man other than Sehun.” 

Across the room, Eunbi smiled at Sehun. Her smile made me smile enough to say, “They seem happy together.” 

“You didn’t try to sleep in the room above hers when she found out he decided to marry somebody else,” Chanyeol told me. “You didn’t hear her cry herself to sleep. You didn’t watch her force a smile for his wedding pictures. You didn’t pace the floor while she stayed up crying with him when his wife left.” 

I could have warned Chanyeol that he was practically yelling. I could have reminded him that I was an innocent bystander. It was obvious that he had been repressing his feelings, likely for his sister’s sake. It seemed better for him to unpack his emotions with me instead of unloading them onto Eunbi or Sehun. 

“My sister is a good person,” Chanyeol sighed, “and she doesn’t deserve to be with somebody who can make her cry like that.” 

It occurred to me that Eunbi cried for Sehun because she loved him. Heartache and tears are inevitable in life. Suffering is inevitable in love. It’s rare to muster the strength to laugh out loud with whoever broke your heart. I admired Eunbi’s strength. 

“Your sister is a good person,” I said, “and she deserves to be with somebody who can make her laugh like that.” 

Chanyeol didn’t respond. He took a long sip from his drink. 

. . . 

“Happy birthday,” I told Eunbi when I found her alone in the kitchen. I gave her the letter I cut out of my notebook. 

“Kyungsoo!” She dropped her half-eaten strawberry cake onto the counter and threw her arms around me. I didn’t know how to react. I must have stiffened in her arms. She let go of me and apologized. “I’m sorry. I just—I didn’t see you. I thought you left to catch your flight.” 

“I’ve been told that I’m a bit of a wallflower,” I said. “Let’s make a deal. I won’t leave for my flight without saying goodbye to you first.” 

“Alright.” Eunbi extended her pinky and held it out toward me. “Let’s promise.”

I extended my pinky and wrapped it around hers. I promised. 

Eunbi held the envelope up to the light and asked, “What’s in this?”

I shrugged. “Open it and find out.” 

“It better not be a ticket to Rome,” she said, eyeing me suspiciously. 

I started to repeat “Open it and find out,” but her glare cut me short. Instead, I said, “It’s not. Just go ahead and open it.”

After tearing through the envelope, she said, “Actually, I have a better idea. Follow me.” She reached for my hand, but she didn’t grab it. 

She led me through the back door and into a greenhouse filled with flowers, primarily types of roses. She sat on a bench positioned between the patches of red and white roses and gestured for me to sit beside her. Holding the letter out to me, she asked, “Can you read this to me?”

“Oh.” I took the letter into my hands. “Are you sure?” My face was already burning. 

“Please,” she said, “if you don’t mind.”

Through the glass ceiling, I watched the storm clouds nearing us. If I wanted to finish before the darkness caught up to us, I had to start reading. 

So, I started. I initially intended to pause after each paragraph to ask for his opinion. Once I started, though, I was too bashful to look up from my handwriting. The portrait of her that I had painted in my mind made me blush enough. I couldn’t imagine how I would react to the real her beside me. 

After I finished reading, we sat together in silence. I gripped the paper lightly to avoid leaving any marks. My grip tightened when Eunbi wrapped her hand around my left wrist. Her fingers were cold and slender. 

“You’re being serious, aren’t you?” She asked softly. 

Avoiding her eyes, I nodded. I found my voice to say, “I was being serious earlier too. I don’t know if or when it would be possible, but I’m truly looking forward to our Roman holiday.” 

When I gathered the nerve to look up, Eunbi was offering me a gentle smile. She held out her extended pinky. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s promise.”

I extended my pinky and wrapped it around hers. I promised. 

After I returned her letter, she asked, “Have you been to the Trevi fountain?”

I nodded. “It’s very beautiful. I make it a point to see it whenever I’m in Rome.” 

Smiling, she asked, “How many coins do you typically throw?”

Blushing, I admitted, “I think I threw two the last time I was there.” 

“Not three?” Her laugh told me that she was joking. 

I tried to laugh along. “Marriage didn’t work out for me. I don’t plan to try it again.” 

“Oh,” Eunbi whispered. I thought I had killed the conversation until she said, “I’m sorry, Kyungsoo. I had no idea.” 

“That’s okay,” I told her. I actually believed it. “It’s not something I usually talk about.” 

She asked, “Do you want to?”

After thinking about it, I shook my head. “I don’t think I need to either.” I smiled. 

Eunbi smiled back as she said, “Okay.” 

“Are you having a happy birthday?” I asked. Nudging her ribs, I added, “You looked like you were while talking to Sehun!”

“Yuck!” Playfully, she swatted me away. “You sound exactly like Chanyeol! You’ll have to start hanging out with me instead of him if he’s going to have this much of an influence on you.” We laughed, and she told me, “I’m having a very happy birthday. I’m happy you found me.”

Normally I would have let such a moment pass with a half-smile and a nod, but it seemed important that she should know, “I am too.” 

I seemed to have caught her off guard. Through a trembling smile, she said, “I’m really going to miss you when you leave.” She laughed at herself. “Isn’t that a weird thing to say? We’ve only just met.”

“Maybe it’s weird,” I shrugged, “but I’m going to miss you too.”

I didn’t know how to explain how I felt. Eunbi was an unexpected gift in my life. She was the fastest friend I had ever made. Before I knew her, maybe I hadn’t known anybody who could accept me exactly as I was. Before I knew her, maybe I hadn’t put enough effort into healing the wounds Soo-Ah left on every part of me. Just being near her and getting to exist as myself—present tense, with all of my uncertainties—was enough to melt that block of ice in my chest. 

I didn’t know how to explain how I felt, so I hoped she understood from my willingness to sit with her as the storm clouds surrounded us. 

We stayed in the greenhouse as the darkness rolled in. After a clap of thunder, she wrapped her hand around mine and said, “I can’t see.” 

I told her, “I can’t either.” 

Chanyeol came to our rescue. He swung the back door open and yelled, “Get in here! Have you two lost your minds?”

We laughed our way back inside. We let go of each other. Now I can’t remember who let go first. Maybe I’ve tried hard to forget. 

. . .

The next few days passed by peacefully. During lulls in the storm, I helped Chanyeol clear debris from the driveway. I checked in with Eunbi to develop our plans to visit every place on her dream list. One day, I even convinced Ms. Park to let me cook lunch. 

“I don’t know the first thing about cooking,” Eunbi said when I knocked on her door to ask for her help. 

“You don’t have to know anything,” I assured her. “I’ll tell you exactly what to do.” 

I didn’t know how to tell her that I only asked because I wanted more time with her. She didn’t make me explain. With that little bit of convincing, she followed me to the kitchen. 

I trusted her with simple tasks like “rinse that” or “cut this.” I knew that she was capable of more, but her movements were stiff. Instead of scaring her away with unfamiliarity, I tried to build her confidence through repetition. 

“Has anyone taught you how to cook?” I asked. 

Eunbi shook her head. “Grandma has tried to teach me a few times over the years, but Chanyeol always intervenes. He says cooking with Grandma is his special thing and I ‘shouldn’t encroach on his territory.’”

I laughed at her air quotes. “That’s silly.”

“Yeah, well,” she laughed, “that’s Chanyeol.” 

Loudly, Chanyeol cleared his throat. Standing in the doorway, he said, “You know I hate to interrupt, but someone’s calling for you, Kyungsoo. It’s somebody named Junmyeon.” 

I wrinkled my forehead and huffed, “Can he wait?”

“Don’t start thinking I’m your secretary,” Chanyeol warned. “He said it’s urgent, and he sounded like he meant it.”

I washed my hands and dried them on my apron before taking the phone from Chanyeol. 

“Is everything okay?” I asked on my way to my room. 

“I’m in a very important meeting,” Junmyeon said quickly, “and I’ve been asked about your manuscript. Give me a brief synopsis.” 

“A—what?” I stuttered as I sat at my desk. 

“A synopsis,” Junmyeon repeated. “What’s your manuscript about?”

“Oh.” Miraculously, I had written several pages every night after everybody in the inn went to sleep. I flipped through my notebook for details. Most of the pages were filled with descriptions of my conversations with Eunbi. There were too many things I couldn’t risk forgetting after we parted ways.

“Kyungsoo?” Junmyeon asked, “Can you hear me?”

“It’s not a romantic love story,” I blurted. I closed my notebook and my eyes. “The main characters meet through a series of mishaps. The male lead is divorced and uninterested in love. The female lead is a younger idealistic artist confined to her small hometown despite her wanderlust.”

“Wait, back up.” I faintly heard Junmyeon’s pen scratching against his paper. “DId you say it’s not a romantic love story?”

I squirmed and answered, “That’s correct.” 

“What does that mean?” Junmyeon had a talent for making his frowns audible. “Are they not in love?”

“Maybe.” I continued to squirm. “I think he’s probably in love with her, but I don’t think she’s in love with him. She may still be in love with somebody else.” 

“You think? You don’t think? She may?” Junmyeon laughed hollowly. “You’re using unusual phrases. You’re writing the story. How can you not tell who’s in love?”

I explained, “It’s just not that kind of story!” I took a deep breath and continued, “He might be in love with her, but that’s not the point. She represents a retreat from his everyday life. Throughout their interactions, he knows that they will soon part ways. She knows that too. The point—the point, I suppose, is that they are better for having met.”

Junmyeon fell silent. Then, gently, he asked, “So they don’t end up together?”

I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘No.’ I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, “I don’t see how they can.”

“Be honest,” Junmyeons started, “are you okay?”

I said, “What?” He hadn’t asked me that in months. 

“You’ve been writing novels for ten years. In every one of those books, your couple has a happy ending,” he observed. “You’re writing this tragic story so soon after your divorce. I’m worried about you.” 

“Oh.” I suppose I smiled because it was a relieve to hear the voice of my friend instead of the voice of my agent. “I don’t think of this story as a tragedy. I’m okay.” 

Junmyeon asked, “Are you sure?”

“I am,” I swore. “Thank you for asking.”

“Thank—” Junmyeon choked. My gratitude caught him by surprise. I didn’t usually say things like that. “You’re welcome, Kyungsoo.” 

“Do you need any more information about the mansucript?” I said, “It’s still a work in progress, so the details haven’t fully come together yet.” 

“You’ve given me enough for now,” he said. “How’s the weather?”

“It’s improving,” I reluctantly admitted. “I’ll be able to fly out soon.” 

“Good.” Junmyeon released a sigh of relief. “Just hang in there, Kyungsoo.”

Just hang in there, Kyungsoo. I repeated that to myself throughout dinner as I watched Eunbi trace the cracks in her mother’s vase. 

. . . 

After dinner, I found a piece of paper sticking out of the floor. On one side of the page was a penned sketch of the painting hanging in my room. The sketch wasn’t as colorful as the finished painting, but I liked it that way. I could fill in the colors with my own imagination, with my own memories. On the other side of the page was a note: 

Kyungsoo, 

I’ll never be brave enough to tell you, so I’ll have to write you. I drew this when I read your first book. I was only fourteen, so this isn’t my best work. Even though I’ll never be brave enough to tell you, I want you to know that you were an inspiration to me long before I met you. It seems more urgent than ever for me to let you know since we must almost be out of time. 

I’ve been thinking about the way you looked at me when I asked, “Are you happy?” I hope your answer now is something a little closer to “yes.” It’s probably selfish for me to wish I have something to do with that almost-yes. I wish for it anyway. 

I’m so happy we met!

Yours, 

Eunbi

P.S., Thank you for inviting me to cook with you. 

I tore a page from my notebook and wrote: 

Eunbi, 

Don’t be startled if you come across a book that seems eerily similar to our circumstances. It’s no exaggeration for me to say that you’ve become an inspiration for me. Maybe someday I’ll learn the words to describe the gift of having gotten to know you. We’re at the beginning and the end all at once. Maybe I feel like I’ve known you all my life. Maybe it’s more accurate to say that I wish I had known you all my life. I remember the days before I met you; they are different from the days of knowing you. Maybe I never want this storm to pass because I’m afraid to face the days after knowing you. Isn’t that a weird thing to write? We’ve only just met!

Yours, 

Kyungsoo

I passed the note through the floor. She wrote back a few minutes later: “Is this your good-bye?”

It wasn’t quite good-bye, but it almost was.

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The Hair Necessities

Genre: Canon, Fluff

Characters: You x Kyungsoo

Warnings: None

Word Count: 574

Summary: It’s your honeymoon, post the events of For Life and your soft bean husband, Kyungsoo wants to help you with your hair care routine. 

A/N: I received a request for a little side story following “For Life” and “Beautiful”. Welcome to FLUFF CITY!  Please consider liking, re-blogging, or commenting so that others can find this easier. 

*Please note: I do not own the above picture(s), so credit goes to the original owner(s)*

Read Part 1: Beautiful

Read Part 2: For Life

~*~

“Baby, I missed you so much,” Kyungsoo breathed in your ear. He put his arms around your waist, squeezing you close like you’d been gone for 20 years instead of just 20 minutes. 

Reaching back with your hand, you stroked his cheek, giggling in surprise when he abruptly turned his head to land a kiss on your palm. 

“Yeah? Was my 20 minutes in the shower too long for us to be apart? Was my sweet baby penguin lonely?” Even though it was your wedding night, you couldn’t help but tease Kyungsoo just a little bit. The man was just too good a target–and you took every chance you could get.

“Mmhhmm,” Kyungsoo affirmed, pressing distracting, slow kisses to the back of your neck in retaliation. “It’s our wedding night, it’s practically illegal for a wife to be spending so much time away from her husband.”

Kyungsoo playfully flicked your shoulder in retaliation, his dry wit in fine form tonight, and you could feel the ghost of his smile against your skin. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to break any laws, especially today, the day of all days. Looks like next time you’ll just have to come with me.” You broke free from his grasp, turning to give him a wink before heading over to the dressing table. 

Settling down in front of the mirror, you shook out your wet hair from the towel. You took the time to arrange your space so that everything was in its place. 

“I’ll do it,” he murmured softly, lightly massaging your shoulder before sliding his hand to pluck the brush from between your fingers.

 As Kyungsoo worked to painstakingly detangle each and every strand of your hair, you gazed at his reflection in the mirror. His brows were furrowed in concentration, intent on his task, almost as if he was a surgeon performing an intricate surgery.

Without a word of encouragement from you, Kyungsoo applied heat protectant to your hair before starting up the blow dryer. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythmic hum of the machine as warm air swirled around your head. By the time all the moisture had left your hair, you were swimming in languid relaxation, lids heavy. 

Bottles clinked as Kyungsoo made quick work of tidying up, never one to leave anything out of place. Feeling the presence of your husband behind you once again, you sighed at the introduction of his hands on your neck, tenderly massaging out the knots in measured circles. 

“Mmmm, baby, that feels so good,” you murmured gently. “I feel so spoiled–what did I do to deserve a hair stylist and personal masseuse for my husband?”

Kyungsoo chuckled softly behind you. “It doesn’t come cheap, you know. I don’t work for free,” he teased. 

“Oh yeah? Will a kiss do?” You lifted your face, warmth spreading through you when Kyungsoo’s lips connected with your own. 

“A very acceptable payment option, though I may have to put you on a payment plan” Kyungsoo breathed after a few seconds, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. 

“Then maybe I should request your services more often. You were very thorough in your care today.” You reached up to touch his face affectionately and watched as a blush suffused his cheeks, a bashful smile gracing his lips. 

“A good husband knows how to take care of his wife,” Kyungsoo responded, pulling you into his arms, “and my sweet wife deserves the world.”

~*~

Thank you for reading The Hair Necessities–a side story in the Beautiful/For Life universe. If you enjoyed what you read, please like, comment, or re-blog for others to enjoy. 

XOXO, 

Emmy

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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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[eomayas]

caught in the act • dks

pairing: idol!kyungsoo x actress!reader

genre: smut, established relationship

synopsis: kyungsoo is looking too good before an award show and reader gives him head during the car ride, unbeknownst to their audience.

warnings: oral (m receiving), 18+ MINORS DNI!!! kyungsoo is sweet :)

since you saw him get ready, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off of him. you made every excuse to go into the next room to see him, claiming to the makeup artists and hair stylists that you forgot your charger, your water, and your contacts in the next room. all you wanted to do was pounce on your man, but of course you held yourself back and settled for little pecks and light touches instead. you team finally caught on to your antics when they found your glasses and contacts hidden under a pile of clothes on the table in your dressing room. “y/n, that’s enough. you’re going to be late!” they said, thus banishing you from entering kyungsoos room for the rest of the night.

so that’s how you ended up in the back of a large SUV with his tongue down your throat.

the partition was closed the moment he buckled his seatbelt, and you wasted no time putting your lips on his. he was slightly taken aback by your forwardness, but welcomed it anyway.

you slide your hand down the front of his pants and he pulls away, his hands on your cheeks. “baby,” he says, his tone having every bit of warning behind it. but you ignore it and smile at him like the cheshire cat, undoing the button on his dress pants. kyungsoo gently grabs your wrist, stopping your actions. “baby. we’ll be there soon.” he says, but your mind is in the gutter, and the only thing on your brain is having him inside of you in some way.

“then we’ll be quick,” you say, kissing him again. kyungsoo pulls back and you whine. “soo!”

“i dont want to ruin your makeup,” he says, lovingly tracing the shape of your face with the back of his hand. you lean into his touch and put a hand on his leg. most probably wouldn’t be thinking about sucking their partners off when they’re looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars, but that’s all that’s running through your brain. he just looks delectable, all dressed up for this award show in a simple black tux and bow tie, his short hair gelled nicely.

kyungsoo sees that look in your eye and knows, if not now, at some point tonight you’re going to get your way. and judging by the way you stroke him through his pants, he can tell it’s now. “fine,” he says, like it was such a hard decision to agree to this.

kyungsoo let’s out a breath at your touch and you smile at him, kissing his cheek. “i’ll be quick,” you say and pull down his pants and underwear, your boyfriend lifting up his hips to help you get them down to his ankles.

you give his half hard dick a few pumps with your hand until it’s fully erect, kissing the red tip and licking a long stripe on the underneath part of his member. kyungsoo inhales sharply and you only smile at him. luckily, your hair is already in an updo, so when you spit on his dick and waste no time putting him in your mouth, your hair doesn’t get in your face. you bob your head up and down, lifting your eyes to look at him as you do so, taking him as far as you can, swirling your tongue around the tip when you come back up.

kyungsoo groans when he makes eye contact with you, and he reaches out to push your head down but stops himself when he remembers you both have to be presentable tonight, his hand hovering in the air. he stretches his arm back and grips onto the head rest, his chest heaving up and down. he wants so badly to grab your hair and push your face down into his crotch.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, looking down at you. you gag around him and tears prick in the corner of your eyes. you keep you eyes on him, looking up at him through your false lashes. kyungsoo let’s out a loud moan and brings a clenched fist up to his mouth. he bites down on his knuckles to hold himself back from ruining your hair.

kyungsoo bucks against you, and you know that he’s close. you pull him out of your mouth, a trail of saliva and cum stringing together in the air. your face is flushed and mouth wet, and you let yourself catch you breath. kyungsoo looks at you with love in his heavy, lidded eyes. “what time is it?” you ask him, getting ready to go back down on him.

“5:25,” he pants, looking at his watch. you’re both scheduled to arrive at the red carpet in five minutes.

you put his member back in your mouth, using both of your hands to twist what doesn’t fit. this has him biting down on his hand again, this time hard enough to leave teeth marks. “oh, fuck!” he groans, his head thrown back against his headrest.

you tighten your mouth around him, dedicated to making him cum in the next thirty seconds. you push him father back down your throat, eyes burning and jaw hurting but you don’t care. you want him to bust his load in your mouth.

“s-shit, y/n,” he stutters, his hips bucking up towards you. seconds later, white ropes of his seed shoot into your mouth. you don’t pull back, as to not ruin your face or dress, and power through swallowing every last drop with tears in your eyes. a few slip out, and he wipes them away so softly it makes your heart flutter.

you pull away and swallow, and he lets out a heavy breath. you lean forward and pull him into a messy kiss, pressing your chests together and tangling your tongue with his. “i love you,” he mumbles against your mouth.

“i lo-“ you’re interrupted by a knock on the window and you both jump and pull apart. a look of panic washes over his face because that knock is for him. your teams coordinated you arriving at the the award show together, but getting out at different times so nobody suspects you two are dating.

“fuck,” he mutters, quickly pulling up his pants. he doesn’t have time to tuck his shirt in or button his slacks before the door is being pulled open and his manager is ushering him out.

you can already imagine the pictures of him that will surface online; his pants unbottoned and his shirt rumpled; the frantic look on his face as he tries to fix his outfit in seconds but struggles. it makes you smile a little, until you remember that the netizens are going to have a field day. you two don’t have time for goodbyes, just a shared look that makes you blush before he’s off and the door is closed.

you check your appearance in your phones camera and find a bit of his cum still on the side of your mouth. methodically so you don’t smudge your makeup more than it is, you wipe it off.

not too long after kyungsoo is gone, there is another knock on the window and you push the door open to find your manager and stylist, compact mirror, powder, and lipstick already in your stylists hands. “oh my god, y/n,” she groans, an amused smile on her face as you climb out of the SUV.

“it’s that noticeable?” you ask, your mind still very much focused on kyungsoo. you barely register her fixing your makeup and guiding you to the red carpet until the sound of cameras flashing pulls you out of your kyungsoo-shaped daze. your name is called, telling your to smile and to turn this way and that.

your eyes scan the crowd of paparazzi. you know kyungsoo and EXO wouldn’t be in that crowd, if course, but you can’t help but look anyway. you turn to walk down the carpet to let the other photographers get shots, and when you look up you see kyungsoo standing at the end. you make eye contact with your man and smile when he gives you the ‘OK’ symbol and a look of approval on his face.

turning back to the crowd, you know your smile is the biggest it’s been since you stepped on this carpet, and you don’t really care if everybody knows the cause; let them, you’ve already given them a show.

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Heyy can u do a headcanon with Kyungsoo

How he deals with a breakup ( in which he was so in love ) thanks

Why would you do this to me? 😭😭😭

First of all, why would you break up with him??? Look at this face 🥺🥺

Okay

Personally, I don't think he would react well.

Not that he would fight or beg

But I think he would be so speechless that he wouldn't be able to say anything

And that would make his s/o interpret it as if it was indifferent to him, that he was already accepting it, you know?

But man I know he would be heartbroken

Especially since it wasn't something he wanted, whatever the reason behind it

I see him as a guy that when he's in love, he really is in love!

So breaking up is never an option

And I think he would blame himself

He would constantly remember what he got wrong, what he could have done better

And honestly it would eat him alive

And the worst, being a private person, I think he would hardly share his problem with anyone

Also because I don't think he would want someone talking about this subject all the time with him or looking at him with pity

Since he's already brooding over the breakup on his own

The first few weeks would be very difficult for him

Yes I'm sure he would cry

But I think after he digested everything, he would try to understand why

Let's face it, he's very mature

So these games of making his ex jealous or or try to rub it in his ex face that he's over it, it won't be with him

I think it will depend more on the ex, if opens up to talk about it than on him

Because even hurt, he loves and won't want his ex to be bothered or uncomfortable with his presence

He would definitely sit down to talk things out

If want to start over, great. He will fight with everything he has

If it's to end for good, then there's nothing he can do but accept it

Oh and he would never be the type to be in that vicious cycle of breaking up and coming back all the time

Things need to be final for him, even if it's going to hurt for a while

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Being EXO’s fem!idol crush who gets shipped with them - Maknae Line Ver.

Hyung Line Ver.

a/n: this is based on the SM girl group idol au that i wrote a while back, please read that first so that the writing will make sense :) AND these scenarios are LONG (esp. Chanyeol’s omg it took FOREVER) so i’m splitting this into two parts! enjoy :)

TW: kissing, sleeping in the same bed, mentions of food, slightly suggestive remarks, mentions of bullying, being held, sitting on his lap, mild cursing

Chanyeol:

You were both sent by the company to be on a new variety show called “Idol Roommates,” where a bunch of idols would be living together in the same house for a month. SM had sent you, Chanyeol, Yeri, and Ten, Hybe had sent Beomgyu, Jake, Sakura, and Minji, and JYP had sent Bangchan, Yuna, Lily, and and Gunil. The fans were super excited to see all of their favorite idols be roommates, and you had to admit, you were a little too excited to be living in such close proximity with Chanyeol.

The first episode began with you all arriving to the house with your label mates, and greeting all the other idols in the kitchen. There were cameras hidden all around the house, except for in the bathrooms, so you never really could tell what was being broadcasted and what wasn’t.

“So, what do we do first?” Sakura asked once everyone had arrived.

“Oh, there’s a note here on the table…” Bangchan said as he reached for it. “‘Welcome to your new home for the next month! In this bowl are all of your names. Please draw for your roommate and choose your rooms in order of your ages.’” he read aloud.

“Well, Chanyeol hyung is the oldest, so he goes first.” Ten explained, patting Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Wow, you don’t have to rub it in.” Chanyeol joked, a playful smile on his face. Everyone laughed along with him, quieting down when he reached into the bowl to draw a name.

“Y/N.” he announced. Everyone turned to you expectantly. Yeri and Ten shot you mischievous grins, to which you blushed and looked away. They knew about your enormous crush on Chanyeol, how he had been your bias since high school, and how you used to have posters of him all over your wall. You shot them a dangerous glare before turning to Chanyeol.

“Alright, shall we go pick our room?” you proposed, desperate to get the attention off yourself.

“Yeah, let’s go!” he agreed, leading you up the stairs.

“This one looks the biggest.” you suggested after you had surveyed all the rooms.

He walked over from the other end of the hall and glanced inside the room you were talking about. “Alright, works for me!”

You had separate beds on opposite sides of the room, but it was still a little awkward. The two of you had several interactions in the past, and they were all pleasant, but mostly formal. You began unpacking your suitcases and shuffling around the room to get settled in silence.

As you did so, you could hear the other groupings running excitedly up the stairs to claim their rooms. Ten and Sakura were first, then Bangchan and Yeri. Gunil had picked Jake, then Beomgyu picked Lily, and that left Yuna and Minji together. Hearing the chatter of your colleagues in the background helped ease the tension a bit.

“Do you sleep with a light on?” Chanyeol asked suddenly, making you jump a bit.

You nodded sheepishly. “I’m a bit scared of the dark to be honest.”

“Ah, you’ll have to remind me. I don’t sleep with a light. Are you okay with having a fan on?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind that!” you told him, shuffling awkwardly. “I’m sorry you got stuck rooming with me. I know I’m not the most fun person in the world.”

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m actually relieved that I drew your name.” he told you reassuringly.

“Really?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re one of the few people I feel comfortable around in the idol world.” he answered, a tiny, bashful grin on his face.

You tried to ignore the flush creeping up your cheeks. “I feel the same way about you.”

Suddenly, Bangchan and Yeri appeared at your door. “Hey, are you guys ready for the debrief? We’re all heading downstairs now.” Chan asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Chanyeol replied, leading you out of the room. He followed Bangchan down the stairs, and with their backs to you, Yeri turned around and wiggled her brows at you. You pushed her forward a bit out of annoyance, causing her to tumble down the stairs by a few steps. You instinctively reached out for her, then looked at her, concerned. You both broke out into laughter, her gripping onto the railing and you holding onto her.

“That would’ve sucked.” Yeri chuckled, holding onto her stomach from laughing so hard.

—————

“Okay, so all the housework has been assigned.” Sakura declared, setting down her slice of pizza. “We’ll do meals in order of oldest to youngest, and chores in order of youngest to oldest.”

The production company had sent you all pizza for your first dinner, but you were instructed to prepare meals for the house for the rest of the time you would be there. That meant that you and Chanyeol would be preparing breakfast tomorrow.

For the remainder of the night, you all just chilled in the enormous living room and talked about all of your careers while a movie played on the TV. Conversation was flowing so smoothly that time just seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, everyone was getting up to get ready for bed, including you and Chanyeol.

“You can take a shower first.” he told you, sitting down at his bed to check his phone.

“Okay, thanks!” you chirped, making your way over to the bathroom.

Once you were done and in your pajamas, which embarrassingly enough had little kittens all over them, you padded your way back over to your own bed. “It’s all yours.” you told him.

“Awesome, be right back.” he responded, getting up from his bed. He did a double take as he looked at you. “Nice pajamas. They’re cute.”

You blushed, trying to focus on drying your hair. “Thank you. Kaori got them for me and I just can’t resist wearing them, even if they are kind of silly.”

“They’re perfect.” he smiled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks to cool them off. Get it together Y/N. You’re on TV.

You went about the rest of your nightly routine, then curled up in bed to scroll on your phone for a bit. After a while, you heard the water shut off, meaning that Chanyeol was done with his shower. And then it happened. Everything went to black.

You yelped a bit at the sudden darkness, gripping onto your blankets.

“Guys?” you heard Gunil shout from down the hallway.

Everyone started emerging into the hallway with their phone flashlights on. “Is everyone okay?” you heard Lily ask.

“Everyone’s here except for Chanyeol and Y/N.” Jake stated. You heard shuffling down the hallway coming towards your room, which only made your anxiety worsen. You didn’t want any of your adult colleagues to see you scared out of your mind just because the electricity went out.

Just as you were preparing to face your housemates, Chanyeol emerged from the bathroom and practically sprinted over to the door with his own phone’s flashlight.

“Yeah, we’re both good in here.” he told your housemates from the doorway, shielding you from the view. “Since it’s the middle of the night anyway, I say we just all go to sleep. The production company’s cameras will have suddenly shut off, so I’m sure they’ll fix it by morning.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Chan agreed. “Well, since everyone’s okay, let’s just go back to our rooms.”

Once everyone was back in their rooms, Chanyeol rushed over to you, sitting down on your bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. You had never seen him so serious before.

“Yeah… just scared…” you shuddered, gripping onto your blankets.

“It’s okay, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he comforted you, patting your shoulder. “Do you think you can try to go to sleep?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I’d be too anxious. I know that nothing is going to happen to me, but it’s just a fear I’ve never been able to shake.”

He looked as if he was tossing an idea around in his head. Hesitantly, he looked back up at you. “Would you be able to sleep if we shared a bed?”

Your eyes went wide. Was Park Chanyeol actually offering to sleep in the same bed as you just so you would feel safe? It was as if all of your dreams were coming true in this moment.

You coughed awkwardly. “Well um… you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but… it would definitely help.” you stuttered out.

“I don’t mind at all.” he told you, a comforting smile on his features. “I just want you to feel better.”

You grinned, feeling your heart swell with emotions, then scooched over to make room for him.

It was obviously a little bit awkward at first. You both faced away from each other, a good three inches of space between the two of you. You thought that was going to be how the rest of the night went, until you started shaking.

“Y/N, are you trembling?” Chanyeol asked, turning towards you.

You froze. “Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just scared.” you sighed in humiliation.

“It’s alright… do you want me to hold you?” he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” you spat out reluctantly, even though your heart was screaming at you to say yes immediately.

“I want to, Y/N.” he told you, a slight chuckle slipping out as he did so. “I mean, who doesn’t want to hold the person they like as they fall asleep?”

Your heart stopped. More than anything, you said in your head.

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you frantically flopped over to face him completely. “You like me?”

He nodded, a small smirk on his face. “I thought it was obvious.”

Your face broke out into a huge, toothy grin, and you lunged forward to hide your blushing face in his chest. He chuckled at your bashfulness, closing his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Shall we get some sleep?” he asked.

You happily nodded in his hold. “I think I can manage now that I’ll have something to dream about.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before curling up around you.

“Goodnight Chanyeol.”

—————

In the morning, you tumbled awake to see him sitting up against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “I was just about to wake you up.” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded groggily, smiling through squinted eyes. “All thanks to you.” you curled into his side.

“Although you look super adorable right now, we really should get started on breakfast.” he suggested. “We don’t want everyone going hungry.”

“I suppose so…” you sighed, getting out of bed. You both threw on your robes and slippers and made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Alright, what are we working with?” Chanyeol inquired as he opened the fridge, inspecting its contents.

“Well first of all, we’re going to need lots of coffee.” you giggled, busying yourself with the coffee pot.

“Very true. I can get started on some eggs and bacon while you do that.” he decided, swiping the ingredients out of the fridge and moving over to the stove. You prepared breakfast in a comfortable silence, that was, until the front door swung open, and three suited men strode in. You recognized one as your manager, but had no idea who the other two were.

“Hyung? What’s going on?” Chanyeol asked one of the men you didn’t know. You now assumed it was his manager.

“Don’t worry, we shut the cameras off this morning.” the man responded to him. “However, the production manager would like to tell you something.” He turned to the last remaining unidentified man and looked at him begrudgingly. Your own manager looked equally as annoyed with the supposed production manager, tapping his foot impatiently.

The man sighed. “The electrical outage was staged last night. Cameras were rolling throughout the entire night, and everything that went on was broadcasted.”

“You mean… the fans saw…?” you asked meekly, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.

“Yes, they saw you and Chanyeol sleeping in the same bed and confessing to one another.” your manager told you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry kid. They didn’t tell us about this, or else we would’ve told you not to act as if you were in private.”

“There is, however, a bit of good news that goes along with this.” Chanyeol’s manager interjected. “The fans are really happy about it.”

You both snapped your heads up in shock. “Really?”

“Our ratings went through the roof.” the production manager explained. “Just in the past eight hours, we’ve received more viewers than any of our previous pilot episodes combined.”

“What are they saying?” you inquired, still incredibly surprised that the response was positive. Fans were not usually supportive of idol romance, wanting to maintain their own personal fantasies about their idols being available. In fact, “Idol Roomates” was kind of a controversial show because it allowed male and female idols to live together as if they were couples.

“See for yourself.” your manager instructed, holding his phone out to you. You began scrolling through some recent tweets he had pulled up on his phone, Chanyeol looking over your shoulder to read them with you.

I TOLD YOU GUYS IDOL ROOMMATES WAS FIRE, NOW WE GET Y/N AND CHANYEOL CONTENT 🔥

channie was soooo sweet to comfort y/n while she was afraid of the dark 🥺 i love seeing him be so soft to her ❤️

that innocent forehead kiss!!! i love them so much!!! <3

“Wow… that’s amazing.” Chanyeol marveled, running a hand through his hair. “So… what now?”

“Well, that’s up to you guys.” his manager replied. “The company has given us the okay to either confirm or deny the relationship based on your wishes.”

You both glanced at the floor, thinking to yourselves for a moment. Suddenly, you looked up and realized that you didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

“Let’s not say anything.” you suggested. Everyone looked over to you with a slightly shocked expression.

“Nothing?” your manager asked. “You mean, just let them wonder?”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea…” the production manager agreed, tapping his chin in thought. “They are the most popular couple on the show, and no matter what, there are going to be skeptics on whether or not it was staged. Why don’t we just let the show be an experiment?”

“And if we ever do develop a relationship, this can be looked back on as where it developed.” Chanyeol grinned, taking your hand in his.

You grinned at him appreciatively, then turned back to your manager. “Is that okay?”

He shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “It’s your call, kid.”

You looked back over at Chanyeol, who gave you a determined nod.

“Let’s do it.” you decided.

“Alright, case closed.” Chanyeol’s manager stated, clapping his hands together. “We’re going to see that you guys have a few minutes to speak with each other alone before they turn the cameras back on...” He shot a dirty look to the production manager before continuing. “… but other than that, we hope you have fun on the show. And please, don’t take it too far. Fans can be quite temperamental.”

As soon as the three men left the room, you turnt to Chanyeol. “Did you really mean that?”

“What? That I see us developing a relationship?” he asked, scratching his head with a cute smile. “I thought that much was obvious.”

You giggled, shaking your head at yourself. “This is the second time I’ve been completely oblivious. I feel like such a fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” he reassured you, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. His height always allowed him to give the best hugs. He made you feel so safe and cared for. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Thank you…” you whimpered into his chest. “I really do want to make this work.”

“And it will.” he grinned, rocking you slightly. “I promise.”

You looked up, resting your chin on his chest. “I believe you. You promised nothing would happen to me last night, and you were right.”

He smiled down at you affectionately. “There’s one more thing I want to do with these last few minutes we’ll get alone.”

“Hm?” you asked, once again oblivious to his insinuation.

Before you even had time to register what was happening, his lips were on yours. His hands came up to hold onto your face and press himself further up against you. You held your breath, then relaxed into his arms, hands linking together behind his neck. He began to deepen the kiss, puckering his lips against yours repeatedly and darting his tongue between them periodically. When you were completely out of air, you pulled back, both of your chests heaving against one another.

“I can’t wait until this show is over and we can have some real privacy.” you grinned suggestively. “Now, shall we finish breakfast?”

D.O:

You rubbed your sweaty palms against the rough material of your jeans, taking a deep shaky breath as you waited in the recording studio. Usually when you were nervous in a place like this, it was because you were worried about messing up your notes or forgetting the lyrics. But that wasn’t the case today. You had practiced the drama’s OST relentlessly, and knew the song forwards, backwards, and sideways. What you were nervous about was the fact that you were going to be singing a duet with Do Kyungsoo.

Not only were you totally intimidated by his vocals, but you also had the most mortifying crush on him. Everyone at the company seemed to know about it except him, and you wanted to keep it that day. You just hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him today.

You jumped as he entered the room, springing to your feet. He looked ungodly handsome, clad in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and jeans.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled warmly as you locked eyes. “How’s it going?”

“Hey, I’ve been really good!” you choked out, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “How about you? I saw you guys were in Jeju Island last week. I mean, on Instagram, I wasn’t there stalking you or anything. Not that I’m not a fan, but…” you stopped yourself before you dug down into an even deeper hole.

He chuckled at your babbling, somehow finding it endearing. “We were, it was a really good trip. Although I almost threw Baekhyun off a cliff while we were hiking.”

“Oh, that’s not good! Accidents happen, I suppose.” you shrugged, brushing your hair back behind your ears. You could feel a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck, a telltale sign that you were nervous. You had to tell yourself to calm down, you didn’t want to look sweaty when they filmed the video.

“Oh no, it would’ve been on purpose. He was being insufferable.” he explained, grinning evilly. God, he was so attractive.

You laughed, genuinely this time. “I get it. Sometimes I want to strangle the girls.”

He hummed in amusement. “Look at us, bonding over wanting to kill our members.”

You giggled at his comment, feeling yourself relax slightly. Maybe this isn’t going to be so ba-

“Alright guys, the company wants us to film the video now, so in the booth.” your manager decreed as he entered the room.

Nevermind.

“We don’t get a chance to practice at all?” Kyungsoo asked, looking understandably irritated.

“I’m sorry guys, they forgot about the deadline they gave the marketing team for the drama.” the other man explained sympathetically. “They need it within the next hour, and editing is going to need at least a half hour after we film it.”

“Awesome…” you sighed, grabbing a pair of headphones and following Kyungsoo into the booth.

You could feel your nerves getting the better of you, making your hands shake and your throat go dry, both of which would not be good for your performance.

Kyungsoo seemed to notice this, and grabbed your hand gently. Your heart stopped, making you freeze in place.

“Hey, you’ve got this.” he whispered with a comforting smile. “You have the voice of an angel.”

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. He thought your voice was angelic?

“Alright guys, camera is rolling.” your manager said from the control panel. Music starting in 3…2…”

You exhaled as the music started, letting yourself ease up. You glanced over at Kyungsoo. He was looking at you with such kind, sensitive eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you began to sing your lines. When you were looking at him, it was really easy to belt out a love song.

He seemed to feel the same way as he started singing his own verse, his smile never faltering as he gazed into your eyes affectionately.

As you began to sing the chorus together, it was like the stars aligned. You were perfectly in synch, voices intertwining together like two rivers of golden honey merging into one. You were both putting so much passion and energy into the song, the lyrics resonating in both of your hearts as you looked at one another.

As the song came to a close, you both held your notes until the music ended, looking at each other breathlessly. Both of your eyes were twinkling, and you could feel chills running down your spine. That was the best duet you had ever sung with anyone.

“That was amazing you guys!” your manager suddenly said, snapping you out of your daze. “I don’t know how you guys did it perfect on the first try, but great job!”

“Uh, thanks!” you stammered, removing your headphones. You started to blush as you realized the amazing connection you and Kyungsoo had just had. Your anxiety was quickly returning, causing you to act without thinking.

You turned to him. “God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I mean, you are hot, I mean-“

He looked at you expectantly, as if you could possibly recover from that humiliating sentence. However, he didn’t look embarrassed at all. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an anticipated smile.

However, you were far too overwhelmed with your own nerves to notice. “Well, I’m gonna go home. See you later alligator!”

And with that, you bolted out of the studio and ran back to your dorm, not stopping until you were back in your bedroom. Nabi and Kaori were shouting after you, but you just ignored them, slamming your door behind you.

You collapsed your back against the door and slid down until you were on the floor, placing your head in your hands. “‘See you later alligator?’ What am I, 50?!”

—————

After a few hours of cycling through rotting in your bed, pacing the floor in anxiety, crying out of humiliation, and passing out from exhaustion, you were disturbed by yet another knock on your door. You groaned, assuming it was one of your members trying to talk to you again.

“Dude, I love you, but go away, I need to be alone.” you grumbled, pulling your pillow up over your head.

You heard the door open and someone walk in, but you didn’t have the energy to look up. Maybe if I stay really still, they’ll think I’m dead, and then they’ll leave, you thought.

You felt them sink down on the bed next to you and place a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? Can we talk?”

You snapped up, eyes widening as you realized who was in front of you. “Kyungsoo!” You frantically fixed your hair and wiped your face. “Oh god, I look terrible…”

“No you don’t.” he chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You froze at his touch, relishing the feeling of his fingers in your hair before blinking back to reality. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I just thought you should know how well our OST is doing.” he grinned, pulling out his phone. You leaned forward to see the music video you made that already had millions of views in just a few short hours.

“Wow, people love it this much?” you asked in disbelief.

“That’s not all. Look at the comments.” he handed you his phone, and you did as he asked.

You know this drama’s gonna be good when they got Y/N AND Kyungsoo to sing the OST… total power vocal couple!

Y/N and Kyungsoo might as well be the main couple in the drama, their chemistry is insane

the way they sing the song to each other… my heart 💓 💓💓

You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that was blooming in your chest, attempting to fight off your smile to no avail. “They really like us, huh?”

He nodded, setting his phone back down. “There’s another reason I came here.”

“Hm?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity.

He took your hand in his, just as he had done in the recording booth earlier. “Y/N, you don’t have to be so nervous around me. I think you’re adorable, and I really like you.”

Fireworks went off in your stomach. “Y-you do?”

“Of course I do.” he laughed, shaking your hand in exaggeration. “Why do you think I asked to sing the OST with you?”

Your jaw unhinged in shock. “You asked to be paired with me?”

“Well yeah, how else was I going to get close to you?” he chuckled. “I was going to ask you out after we finished, but you ran away so quickly, I never got the chance.

You blinked at him a few times, then erupted into a fit of laughter. He joined you, doubling over slightly.

As you both settled down, he leaned in closer. “Will you go out with me?” he practically whispered.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! Of course I will!”

He smiled brighter than you had ever seen him do before, then slowly inched closer to your face. His eyes were focused on your lips.

Deciding you had been oblivious enough for one day, you took the hint and closed the distance between the two of you, crashing your lips onto his. He placed a hand delicately on your cheek, then began deepening the kiss, until you both pulled away, eyelids fluttering open slowly.

He smirked. “So, where do you want to go, angel voice?”

Kai:

“You’ve got it… you’ve got it…” Ten instructed you, guiding your movements. You were both in the dance practice room, covered in sweat as you went through the routine. You were working on a partner dance for your next solo album, and you wanted it to be with Ten, but somehow it just wasn’t going as planned. You were stumbling through the steps, there was no flow so your movements were jerky, and you somehow couldn’t shake the tense expression from your face.

As the music finished, you awkwardly caught your footing and struck the most pathetic ending pose you’d ever done. Ten gave you a crooked smile out of sympathy, which somehow made you feel ten times worse.

“Ugh, this is hopeless.” you sighed, throwing your hands up in resignation as you plopped down on the floor and leaned your back up against the mirror. “I’m never going to get this routine down in time.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” he attempted to reassure you, sitting down next to you. “You’re doing everything right. Sometimes, it just takes a little while to get the right feel for it.”

“Yeah, or I’m just a horrible dancer.” you huffed. You put your head in your hands and scrunched up your hair. The shoot was in two weeks, and this routine had to be perfect. Your fans deserved nothing less.

Ten was conflicted on what he should say next. On one hand, he wanted to tell you how amazing and talented you were, but on the other hand, he knew it wasn’t going to mean anything if you didn’t believe it yourself. He decided to grab a water bottle and hand it to you with a warm smile. “How about you just take a little break? I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few minutes.”

You smiled back at him, taking the water bottle from him gratefully. Your brow furrowed as he stood up and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go find something that’ll help.” he grinned over his shoulder before leaving the room.

You shook your head at his cryptic behavior, then collapsed back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling in desperation. Please God, if you’re listening, please send me something to help with this dance.

“Y/N?” you heard someone ask from the doorway.

You snapped your head down to see who it was, and smiled widely at the pleasant sight before you. “Kai! What are you doing here?”

“Just checking in on my favorite junior.” he smirked, shutting the door behind him as he strolled in. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he stopped in front of you, looking you over with a concerned expression. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Just taking a break.” you replied, stretching slightly. “I’m too bad of a dancer not to.”

He frowned, crouching down to your level to glare at you. “Don’t say that about yourself. You’re an amazing dancer.”

“You haven’t seen me practice this routine.” you chuckled. “I’m sure you would change your mind if you did.”

“Alright then, show me.” he demanded, standing back up and taking a step back.

“Wait, like now?” you asked, slowly getting up yourself. “You don’t even know the routine…”

“I’m sure I can improvise.” he grinned, taking his jacket off and throwing it to the side, leaving him in just a cutoff tank top and sweats. “What, do you doubt my skills?”

“Absolutely not.” you chuckled. You had been secretly admiring him since before you even became a trainee, in more ways than one.

You got into position and waited for the music to start, then thrust into action as you began the routine. The first half went almost perfect, as it was just your solo part. You began to get nervous as the duet portion approached, feeling your muscles begin to tense up.

Kai approached you and placed his hands gently on your waist, a focused spark in his eyes. He somehow knew the exact partner position, and began guiding you across the floor.

“Relax, relax…” he instructed calmly, “remember to breathe.” He spun you around and placed a hand on the small of your back.

You inhaled deeply, holding the breath in your chest for a bit, then exhaled and released all the tension you didn’t realize you were holding onto. You started being able to flow through the moves better, but now you were hyper-focusing the footwork.

“Hey, don’t look at your feet. Focus on me.” he brought you back to center once again, twirling you back to face him and placing his hands on the sides of your face.

You looked up at him, locking in on his pretty brown eyes. It was as if they were telling you exactly what you needed to do, and for a moment, your body was running on autopilot, and all you thought about was being close to him.

“Show me that pretty smile, white swan.” he chuckled with a playful grin, instantly making you giggle and blush.

You actually couldn’t believe that you were going through the entire routine without any problems, and as you struck the ending pose, you were absolutely speechless. “That was…”

“Brilliant!” Ten suddenly interrupted you, causing you to jump away from Kai defensively.

“T-Ten!” you stammered nervously. “We were just-“

“It’s okay, I told him to come here.” your best friend smirked from the doorway. “I found him in the hall and he asked how you were doing.”

“You did?” you asked, a touched lilt to your voice.

“I told you, I wanted to check in on my favorite junior.” Kai explained, brushing the hair out of his face with an innocent half smile. “Ten said you were having trouble with the dance, so I had him show me the training video, and then I told him I’d help you.”

“Oh, well that’s a relief...” you sighed, glad you didn’t have to explain yourself to Ten. “So, you’re not-?”

“Jealous? Hardly.” he chortled, shaking his head. “In fact, I think you should do the dance with Kai for your music video.”

Your jaw unhinged slightly in shock. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, the chemistry is way better. You really seem to enjoy yourself when you’re dancing with him.” he teased, winking at you inadvertently.

You shot him a warning glare, then turned back to Kai. “Is that alright with you?”

“It’d be my pleasure.” he grinned, extending his hand to you. “Shall we?”

—————

It had been a week since your latest solo comeback dropped, and all of Starlight was losing their minds over it. Albums sold out everywhere, you had already one two awards, and everywhere you went, you heard it being played on the radio.

After one of your performance stages, you were sitting in your dressing room, and decided to look over some of the comments on the music video again. You always loved seeing what your fans had to say about your work.

There were a lot about how pretty you looked, how beautiful your vocals were, and how proud of you your fans were, all of which made you giddy with appreciation. However, some were starting to stick out to you and pique your interest. Particularly, the ones about your dance with Kai.

the tension between Y/N and Kai is so thick you could cut it with a knife 👀

i don’t think i’ve ever seen our Y/N dance so well with anyone else than with Kai… i hope they do more stuff together :)

anyone else think Y/N and Kai would make the PERFECT couple??? just me???

You felt your cheeks grow red and warm at the insinuation. I mean, sure, you had been fantasizing about dating Kai for years now. But now that you knew your fans approved, it was all the more flustering.

“Knock knock.” someone interrupted your thoughts as they entered your dressing room.

You looked up, then scoffed playfully. “Kai, if you keep showing up unannounced, I’m going to have to start locking my door. I could’ve been bare faced!”

“And you’d still look just as beautiful.” he commented, smiling at you genuinely.

You pouted your lips affectionately, then stood up to hug him. “Thank you so much.”

“Me? What for?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you to reciprocate the hug.

“If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve gotten that dance down.” you beamed into his shoulder.

A quiet chuckle rang through your ears. “You already had everything you needed to accomplish it. I just pointed you in the right direction.”

You gave him one final squeeze, then invited him to sit down on the couch with you. “So, what brings you all the way here?”

“Well, I had to admit, seeing you do the dance with that backup dancer on stage made me pretty jealous.” he replied, a more serious expression appearing on his face.

“Oh?” you inquired, folding your hands in your lap. “Is that so?”

He nodded slowly. “Indeed. I was going to let it go, but after reading some of the comments on your music video, I was inspired to do something about it.”

Your heart soared as you imagined him reading the exact comments as you had read previously. Did he feel the same butterflies when he read them over?

“And what exactly are you going to do?” you asked, feeling your nerves vibrate harder with every passing second.

“I want to ask you out.” he told you. He leaned in closer to you, to where you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Is that alright?”

“Yes, it is.” you replied, letting a huge smile plaster itself across your face. “And yes, I’ll absolutely go out with you.”

He replicated your large grin, patting your leg affectionately. “That’s wonderful. Because I don’t want you dancing with anyone else.”

You chuckled, squeezing his hand a bit. “Well, you’re going to have to fight my members for that right.”

He thought to himself for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think I could take them, they’re pretty tough. I’ll settle for being the only guy you dance with.”

“Deal.” you giggled, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again, Kai.”

“You’re welcome, white swan.” he chimed. He rose up from his seat and walked over to the door. “I’ll leave you to unwind. I’ll text you later to set up the date, okay?”

You nodded, waving goodbye to him. “Sounds good, talk to you later!”

You turnt back to your mirror, beginning to brush out your curls. However, you were startled as Kai ran back into the room quickly.

He placed a bouquet of flowers on the vanity in front of you, then kissed you on the cheek briskly. “I almost forgot, these are for you. Congratulations on such a good comeback.”

Sehun:

“Excuse me, pardon me, ‘it girl’ coming through!” Nabi declared as you made your way through the busy photo shoot studio.

“Ugh, shut up Nabi!” you scowled over your shoulder at her. “I hate it when you call me that!”

“Hey, I’m not the only one.” the leader shrugged, chuckling mischievously. “Everyone calls you that nowadays.”

“Well, I’d prefer to only deal with it when I’m being interviewed.” you scoffed, setting your bag down at your vanity.

“Spoken like a true queen.” Nabi smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “Why did you even come with me today?”

The younger girl shrugged. “You’ve been stressed lately. I figured I’d tag along to make sure you have a comedic buffer.”

You softened at her kind gesture, touching her arm lightly. “That’s really sweet of you.”

“They also always have huge snack buffets at these things.” she added. “I’m gonna go get a plate, okay?”

You went back to your previous mood, sighing and sitting down. “Yeah, just get me some chips.”

You watched her skitter off to the snack table, shaking your head at her. In front of the other girls, she was a strict, stern dictator. But around you, the only member older than her, she was a true child. However, she was your best friend, so you tried to find it endearing.

“Y/N?” a deep voice inquired from behind you.

You spun around in your chair and gawked at the realization of who stood in front of you. “Sehun?!”

He smiled at your surprise, holding out his arms in a dramatic gesture. “In the flesh.”

You sprung up out of your chair in an instant, practically jumping into his arms to give him a hug. He stumbled backwards a bit, laughing at your sudden affection, then caught his footing and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you told him, pulling away. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the Valentine’s Day shoot.” he replied.

You knit your brows together in confusion. “Really? Because this is…” You looked around the studio, then it dawned on you. There were heart shaped decorations and pink balloons everywhere, and the studio had a romantic, dim lighting.

“Oh… they didn’t tell me this would be a couple’s shoot…” you chuckled awkwardly.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? That’s strange. Maybe they knew you’d be nervous if you were told ahead of time that you’d be doing a shoot with the Great Oh Sehun.” He flipped his hair dramatically, a cocky smirk on his face.

You scrunched your nose up, hitting him on the arm playfully. “Ugh, don’t be so smug. It doesn’t suit you.” You were actually just trying to hide the fact that he was right.

Sehun had been slowly becoming one of your best friends at the company, ever since that day he walked in on you being bullied by a bunch of female trainees and silenced all of them with his presence. He was actually competing with Yeri, Ten, and Karina for a spot on your BFF list.

However, you had always secretly hoped for more with him. He was so kind, even though he could seem cold at first, and he always made you laugh. He was so caring, despite how hard he tried not to be, and had incredible wit and humor. Plus, there was the fact that he was incredibly handsome. Like, obnoxiously so. But, as much you wanted things to go to the next level, they remained stagnant. Neither of you were the most upfront about your feelings.

“There you guys are!” the director suddenly clapped his hands behind you, pulling you away from your conversation. “I’ll let makeup and wardrobe know you’re here, and we should be able to start shooting in about an hour.”

You both nodded and thanked him, then turned back to one another.

“See you behind the camera.” Sehun proposed with a minuscule wink that was so small you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been admiring his features so closely these past few years.

You sent him one last smile, then turned back to your vanity while he strode over to his own.

Suddenly, Nabi reappeared next to you with a plate full of snacks. “What was that about?” she asked, crunching on a pretzel.

“Oh nothing, I just have to do an amorous photo shoot with my secret crush.” you grumbled, falling back against your chair with your hands bunched up in your hair. “Did you get my chips?”

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“Nabi! Either be helpful or leave!”

—————

The hour of makeup and wardrobe went by way too fast for your liking. You had been trying to build up your courage to no avail. It seemed hopeless. How on Earth were you going to do a romantic couple’s shoot with your crush without it looking you were hopelessly devoted to him? Not that you weren’t, you just didn’t need the whole world knowing it. That would be mortifying, not to mention a total career killer.

You walked over to the photo setup, which featured a red velvet sofa and a table with an extravagant bouquet of flowers. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, making one last stitch effort to calm yourself down. Settle down, Y/N. It’s just a photo shoot with your colleague. I’m sure he won’t even be-

“Is this chain on straight?” your thoughts were interrupted by the man in question. You flipped around to see him dressed in a deep v-neck black blazer with a white button-up shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone to reveal his chest, adorned with a glimmering silver chain necklace. His thick black locks were tousled and textured perfectly around his forehead, and his skin was practically glowing.

Okay nevermind, time to panic.

“Holy shit, you look hot.” you heard yourself speak, although you don’t remember making the decision to. Instant regret flooded your brain, and you immediately began apologizing. “Oh my god, I meant the chain looks hot. I’m sorry. I mean, not that you’re not hot, I just…”

“Thank you.” he cut you off, a pleased smile evident on his features. “You look hot too.”

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. “Th-Thank you…” You were sure your face was as red as a tomato. However, you had to admit, you did look pretty hot in your tight red dress, pearls, vampy lipstick, and red strappy heels.

“Alright, we’re ready to get started!” the director declared from his chair. “Sehun, I’d like to start with you laying on the couch horizontally. Y/N, go ahead and sit on his lap facing the camera.”

You did as instructed, although uncomfortably. He sensed your tension and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, just relax.” he suggested, a reassuring smile directed at you.

You gave him an appreciative grin, loosening up and leaning into his form.

“Okay, now Sehun, put your chin on Y/N’s shoulder and rest your head against her neck. Y/N, just keep looking forward.”

The camera flashed a few times, with a few breaks in between to look over the shots.

“I’m really proud of you, you know.” Sehun told you while the camera crew was busy.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, laying against the back of the couch.

“You’ve come a long way from the girl I met who was letting some older trainees pick on her.” he teased. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when I appeared next to you.”

You laughed at the memory. “And I’ll never forget the looks on those girls’ faces when you told them off.”

He joined you in your laughter. “Notice how none of them are at the company anymore, and how you’re the ‘it girl’ now?”

You smiled contentedly. “Everyone seems to be calling me that these days.”

He suddenly scooped you up in his arms and pulled you down to his chest, ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’ve always been my ‘it girl’ Y/N, from day one.”

You squealed as he caged you in his arms, feigning resistance. A sudden flash went off, and you both looked up to see the camera crew staring at you blankly.

“Ah, sorry guys, that was my fault...” a feeble intern announced nervously. “I accidentally hit the wrong button.”

“Wait, let me see that shot…” the director demanded, motioning for the camera to be brought over to him. He looked it over, then turnt to you both with a baffled expression. “This is it. This is our cover photo.”

“What? No way.” you marveled, getting up and walking over to the director. Sehun followed you, catching you as you stumbled a bit in your heels. You looked at the photo, and soon you were both making the same face that the director had made a few seconds ago. “Woah… this is amazing…”

“Look at how beautiful you are…” Sehun commented, taking in the picture lovingly.

You blushed, nudging him slightly.

The director clapped his hands dramatically, snapping you both back to reality. “Alright, let’s keep this energy going! Next I want a shot of Y/N pulling Sehun in by his chain!”

—————

A few days later, you were chilling out at the dorm with your members, having a much needed girls’ night. All of your favorite snacks were laid out on the coffee table, you were all in your pajamas, and there was a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV, even though none of you were paying attention to it. You were far too busy gossiping, squealing, and beautifying each other. It might have been stereotypical girl behavior, but it was incredibly therapeutic.

“Everyone shut up!” Nabi suddenly decreed, jumping up on the couch and holding something behind her back.

You looked up from braiding Kaori’s hair. “Oh god, what is it now?”

The younger girls all laughed, finding it hilarious that you were the only one able to talk to Nabi like that.

“Well ‘it girl,’ it just so happens that I have the most recent issue of Elle in my hands.” the leader grinned evilly, brandishing the magazine out in front of her.

The other three girls all gasped and rushed over to grab at it, except for Iseul, who just jumped up and down excitedly. Her nails were still wet from Marie painting them a few minutes ago.

“Oh my god, you look so hot!” Marie marveled, flipping through the glossy pages.

“Yeah, and this one of you pulling Sehun in by his chain is just perfect!” Iseul nodded in agreement.

“Wait, the shoot was with Sehun?” Kaori asked, her eyes going wide with innocent shock.

“Yes Kaori, we talked about it three days ago. Keep up.” Marie groaned at the maknae.

“Hey, be nice.” you warned protectively. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yeah right. You’ve only been in love with him for years now.” Nabi challenged you, jumping down from the couch.

“I am not in love with him.” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, he doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“The fans seem to think differently.” Nabi commented smugly, whipping out her phone. “Look what they’re saying on Elle’s post about it.”

You snatched the phone out of her hand and began to skim over the comments.

you could tell me the cover shot was totally improvised and i’d believe you… their affection looks so real <3

who knew the oldest member of Etoile and the youngest member of EXO would make such a fire couple? TOTAL goals!

The fact that they’ve been friends since Y/N was a trainee makes this so much cuter… they’re clearly in love with each other 💞

These two OWN Valentine’s Day now 😤

“Look at how big her smile is!” Kaori grinned admiringly at you.

“I know, it’s so cute!” Marie added, wrapping her arms around your maknae and twirling her around. “‘Oh Sehun, please marry me!’”

“‘Oh Y/N, I’d love to make you my wife!’” the younger girl acted out, giggling madly.

You scowled, trying not to laugh along with them. “How come you two only get along when it’s at my expense?”

You all froze as the sound of a phone ringing suddenly cut through the noise.

You looked over at the end table to see your phone lit up and vibrating. You picked it up and unhinged your jaw as you saw who it was from. “It’s Sehun. I’m gonna go take this.” You got up and rushed down the hall to your bedroom.

The three youngest members attempted to follow you, but Nabi stood protectively in front of the hallway. “Nope, no one is eavesdropping. This should be private.” Marie, Iseul, and Kaori started pouting and vocalizing their protest. That was, until Nabi gave them her signature glare. “Living room, now.” She really was a great leader when she wanted to be.

Shutting your door behind you, you answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s me.” Sehun said from the other end. He sounded uncharacteristically anxious.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a concerned manner.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he coughed nervously. “I just wanted to… you know….”

“Wanted to what?” you giggled, sitting down on your bed.

You heard him exhale momentarily as if mentally preparing himself for something. “If you’d like to go out with me for Valentine’s Day?”

Your breath hitched in your chest. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it again…” he sighed, clearly having trouble being this forward. “I just… we had so much fun at the shoot together… and you’re just so cool, and fun, and pretty. I’ve never really known how or when to say it, but… something about that couples’ shoot just pushed me to go for it. So will you?”

You clutched onto your chest as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded to Earth. “Yes… yes, of course I will!”

“Really?” he marveled, sounding genuinely surprised. “I can’t believe you agreed.”

“Sehun, I’ve literally been waiting for you to ask me out for years now.” you chuckled. “You’re the worst at picking up on signals.”

“Yeah, well you’re not very good at sending them.” he teased, clearly getting his confidence back.

You laughed cutely into the phone. “We’re not very good at this are we…”

“No, not at all.” he chortled, shaking his head. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “And just so you know… I meant it when I said that you’ve been my ‘it girl’ since day one.”

You blushed with a small smile. “I usually hate it when people call me that. But with you, it feels good.”

“Well, I’ll have to call you by that name as much as possible. Then you can be mine exclusively, and no one else’s.” he replied.

You laughed once again, feeling like a giddy school girl. “I always have been, remember?”

He laughed at your sudden cockiness, knowing that you definitely learned it from him. “I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day?”

You nodded, feeling your lips curl up into a grin. “I’ll see you then.”

“Goodnight, my ‘it girl.’”

“Goodnight Sehun.” you giggled, hanging up the phone. You then threw it across the room and flopped back onto your bed, rolling around and kicking your feet in ecstasy.

“Y/N! What happened?” Marie suddenly burst through your door, followed by the other girls. You assumed Nabi held them off as long as she could, but eventually lost strength. There were three of them after all.

You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Guess who’s going out with Sehun on Valentine’s Day!”

The four girls all screamed and jumped on your bed, showering you with praise and congratulations. You laughed as you captured them all in a group hug. It was then that you realized you didn’t need to be the ‘it girl’ to be happy, you just needed moments like these. And with Sehun, they seemed to just keep coming.

#exo x reader #exo imagines #exo request #exo reactions #exo writing #exo fluff #exo fanfic #exo scenarios #exo #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol imagines #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo imagines #kai x reader #kai imagines #sehun x reader #sehun imagine #idol au

[jongbross]

Hi, it’s boyfriends things with Exo😅🤍

Thanks

kim minseok:

cutest boyfriend out there

will take such good care of you ��

is literally a keeper

your family loves him, he just charms everyone around him

might be a bit difficult as sometimes he can't see why you're still with him

doesn't realize that you're the luckiest person for having HIM

kisses your nose a lot

holds your hand while walking on the street

listen to you vent and gives you the best advices

won't let you sleep in though, so good luck with that

kim junmyeon:

the personification of a gentleman

pulls chairs for you, open doors, makes sure you're with your seatbelt on, doesn't let you walk on the side of the sidewalk that's closer to the street, etc

has the warmest hugs

can literally hug you for hours if you let him

secretly plans to pop out the question in the near future

buys you anything you want. anything.

respects your opinions SO MUCH, it's ridiculous

has the boyfie vibe somehow, so people don't hit on him anymore

chanyeol can see how much he changed because of you, how he's much more bubbly now

"you made him worse!!" (joking)

zhang yixing:

nicest boyfriend out there

dude is just soooo chill, your friends adore him

shows you random stuff on your phone just so you can laugh about it together

hands you his jacket whenever you're cold, but scolds you for not taking one with you

calls you a lot whenever he's away

you'll have to take care of his cats, i'm sorry

does this thing where he kisses both your temples before kissing your lips when he has to say goodbye to you before traveling

passes out beside you on bed while you're talking about a nice recipe you saw on tiktok

doesn't bring up marriage if you don't

really, really hopes you do

byun baekhyun:

i hate him, but congrats to you, i guess

ugh he's just so sweet

takes you out EVERYWHERE, like picks you up at your place

always has a smile on his face when he's around you

asks you about your day and listens to carefully

holds your hand while driving

charms your mom with helping her on the kitchen, it's like a scene straight out of a movie

sings 24/7, so your house is never silent anymore (your neighbors hate you though)

has a whole way of talking that's for you and for you only

you can't trick me baekhyun, i know you must have at least one (1) flaw

kim jongdae:

sunshine boyfriend

let's you sleep in whenever you feel like it

clears some space on his wardrobe/drawers for your clothes and things

"jagi, can we cuddle?"

has so much fun playing with you, you're literally he's best friend

always places bets with you

lots of kisses on your cheek

randomly smiles to you because he knows it makes you happy to see him smile

likes to take you away for the weekend, just you and him

loyal af

park chanyeol:

the "it's okay, i got it" boyfriend

personal uber driver, takes you everywhere if you let him

really, reaaally stubborn

can't sit still, is always looking for something to do with you

"did you see they opened a new bowling place downtown?"

purposely leaves his things at your place

his house is way bigger than yours but he doesn't care

plays guitar while you cook dinner

kisses you everytime you feed him

loves when you sleep on top of him

do kyungsoo:

he's comfort embodied in a person

likes to have breakfast with you, it's like his favorite part of the day

bonds with your pet if you have one (and they love him)

saves new videos on youtube to watch it with you

is in charge of cooking, always

asks you to help him shave just because

gets excited whenever something good happens to you

is your number 01 supporter

loves when you cuddle closer to him in your sleep

shy forehead kisses whenever he can't find the words to express his feelings

kim jongin:

cutest, most caring boyfriend

respects you more than anything in this world

listens to you so carefully whenever you have something to say

is willing to fix some of his bad habits for you

needs constant reassurance that you love him, just because he loves you so much and can't stand the thought of you falling out of love

laughs so hard at your jokes, and they're not even that funny

pays for every meal but lets you pay for his coffee so you won't feel bad

helps you choose your outfits

loves when you play with his hair

wanna have a baby with you so bad

oh sehun:

gets offended whenever someone treats you badly

"why didn't you tell me?? i would've give them a piece of my mind"

smirks whenever he sees you wearing his clothes, he just loves it

calls you whenever he can't go see you

encourages you to go see your friends, especially when he can't be around

but let's be honest, he's attached to you by the hip

rolls his eyes whenever you baby him, but secretly loves it

stares at you dearly when you're talking to his hyungs or his family

lets you play with his fingers when you're bored or too shy to talk to people

dude is so in love it's actually sickening

#exo headcanons #exo imagines #exo x reader #exo x you #exo fanfic #exo scenarios #xiumin #kim minseok #suho #kim junmyeon #lay zhang #zhang yixing #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #chen #kim jongdae #park chanyeol #chanyeol #d.o #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo #kai #kim jongin #oh sehun #sehun

[decantingstxrs]

Hello, can we get #126 and #91 with Kyungsoo ?? Thanks🫶🏼❤️

hello anon! thank u so much for sending in a req, i do hope you enjoy!!

send me a member + a prompt!!

#91: “we’re.... just friends”

#126: “what has you so excited”

you’ve kissed kyungsoo before. during a drunken seven minutes in heaven daze at a frat party last month. you swore off anything of that nature since, because you were just friends. but you kept on thinking about his lips and the what if. what if things had gone further?

he’s over your dorm when it happens again. what started off as light-hearted studying turned to a heated makeout session that had you desperate for more.

“we’re just friends. we shouldn’t.” kyungsoo huffs when he pulls away from you. his heart-shaped lips are swollen from all the kissing, yet they are the most delectable sight to you.

“you’re right. but i want this.”

“fuck it, i want this too.” you climb on top of him and kiss him again, letting out a small moan in surprise when your crotch makes contact with his.

“whoa, what has you so excited?” you tease before biting down on his lower lip.

“i think you can figure that out.”

#d.o x reader #kyungsoo x reader #exo smut #d.o x you #d.o scenario #kyungsoo smut #kyungsoo x you #kyungsoo scenario #exo scenarios #exo scenario #exo blurb #exo fanfiction #exo imagine #exo imagines

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃How EXO acts around their crush❃

a/n: This is 10000% just for my own pleasure. I may have had this in my drafts for weeks... I am totally okay with all the Kyungsoo solo content and EXO ladder dropping. Totally. Super functional, delusional who?

ALSO to any EXO-L that are sharing Chen's LEAKED wedding photos. Please be respectful and either delete them or, at the very least, blur out his wife's face. Chen has gone to great lengths to safeguard her privacy, as she is not famous nor wants to be in the spotlight. Not to mention that there could be crazy sasaengs out there with ill intent. Sharing her info is basically doxing, and it is insane to me how many people shared these posts without much thought. Anyway, I needed to share my frustrations.

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ He is a lot shyer than the other members; where most of EXO probably feels comfortable enough to act on their crushes, he is a bit more reserved. He wants to test the waters first, ascertaining whether the feeling is mutual. Whenever you are around and are talking to other people, he sits back silently, observing your reactions.

✾ Xiumin is smiling so widely around you that the other members worry that his muscles might start cramping up soon. The moment he sees you, his bubbly personality starts to really shine through, and sometimes you can't help but wonder whether this man truly is 33.

✾ That being said, from the moment that anyone offers Xiumin a couple of drinks, his confidence spikes, and he will start flirting with you. His flirting is still extremely sweet and cute; Xiumin can be incredibly charming when he wants to be.

Suho/Junmyeon

✾ He is such a gentleman around you, trying to make you feel at ease with his kind gestures. Whether it is him pulling back a chair or opening a door for you, he will do anything to make you feel like a princess.

✾ Being one of EXO's proud black card owners, he will casually buy you whatever you need. He keeps repeating that he wants to treat his friends when you try to interject. You can't completely refute it; he does spend a lot of money on the members. Yet, you can't help but feel like his gifts are slightly too expensive and excessive for 'just friends'.

✾ So. Many. Soft. Glances. Suho looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars; you catch him staring at you almost every time you look over. Conversations with him can, therefore, be a tad awkward. He doesn't always register what you are saying; he is so absorbed in watching you that he forgets to listen.

✾ The other members relentlessly tease him for it. If you don't catch on based on Suho's actions, you will definitely catch on due to his members' relentless teasing. Whenever he does anything remotely romantic around you, their faces light up like Christmas came early. The members are not subtle about it whatsoever, thoroughly enjoying putting their leader in a slightly uncomfortable position.

Baekhyun:

✾ The members didn't think it was possible, but Baekhyun somehow became louder. It is as if he wants to draw your attention simply by screaming, as he no longer has any volume control when you are around. Everyone can hear your conversation from across the room, and his laughter becomes borderline obnoxious as it overpowers any other sound.

✾ He is such a tease and a suggestive one at that. Considering he has no problem revealing intimate, not suitable to be aired on national TV, details about the members' bodies, he won't have any trouble suggestively flirting with you. Where Xiumin's pick-up lines are cute, Baekhyun's are far from it. Give this man some holy water, Jesus.

✾ He is so intense with his flirting that it sometimes crosses the line of sexy to parody, coming off as a joke. Baekyhyun has a very flirty personality and isn't above flirting with his friends. Even though he isn't subtle about his crush, he can accidentally fall into the "he flirts with everyone" category, making you question whether he genuinely likes you or is just being friendly.

✾ He really enjoys the chase when it comes to relationships. Thus, it will take him quite some time before he asks you out, simply because he likes the push-and-pull game.

Chanyeol

✾ There is nothing subtle about Mr. Park Chanyeol. The moment he sees someone he wants to date, he is going for it full steam ahead. Puppy Chanyeol is momentarily retired as he makes his way over to you; Chanyeol knows that he is handsome and sexy, and he is ready to show it to you. I hope you weren't interested in anyone else because the moment you return any of his interest, he will be flirting with you like there is no tomorrow.

✾ Internally, he is so excited to be talking to you, and sometimes, you will see glimpses of his cute puppy-like persona, especially once he feels like you are just as interested. Still, the words coming out of this man's mouth, Jesus part two. Please go and ask Baekyhun to pass the holy water.

✾ That being said, he will get embarrassed when the other members are around or slightly bashful when you return his flirting at full force. I don't think Chanyeol is used to anyone sharing his level of intensity, so once you do, he gets a bit flustered. He absolutely loves it, though. Your compliments got him grinning from ear to ear.

D.O./Kyungsoo

✾ Don't get me wrong, I adore this man to a delusional extent, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to communicating with his crush. He won't go anywhere near you if he can't help it; he prefers looking at you from afar. He is someone who favours being approached first over approaching you himself. It isn't that he doesn't want to talk to you; he simply isn't the type of person to initiate contact with his crush and tends to stay back when he can tell that someone else is interested, too. 

✾ Even if he finds himself near you, don't expect him to have a full-blown conversation with you. He already tends to be a man of little words, but when it comes to you, he is a man of not a single word. Being around you is enough to make him happy; he doesn't really need to have a deep conversation. 

✾ Nevertheless, his actions make more than up for it. He is such a gentleman, being the definition of preferential treatment. You don't have a chair to sit on? He will quietly offer you his. Your sweater got caught on something? He will silently help you get it out. Although he may not say much to you, he communicates his feelings through his actions. 

Kai/Jongin

✾ If you think Xiumin or Kyungsoo are shy, you have not yet met Kai with a crush. He turns into absolute mush the moment he sees you, giggling and blushing whenever you do as much as breathing. You can't even see him because he has resorted to hiding behind the other members, preferably Sehun or Chanyeol, as they are tall enough to obscure him completely.

✾ If he somehow musters up the courage to talk to you, good luck having it go anywhere because he can barely make it through a sentence without giggling. It is obvious to everyone around him that he is smitten with you; his laughs are awkwardly loud, and his eyes are literally shooting hearts.

✾ The moment he manages to ask you to dance, his shy demeanour completely changes. His movement… His expressions… The way he is smirking at you… Maybe you should go and ask Chanyeol whether there is anything left of the holy water he borrowed from Baekyhun.

Sehun

✾ He has one of two ways of acting around his crush: either he acts super bratty or becomes painfully shy. It depends on whether he has met and talked to you before. But, if you are complete strangers, he would be so quiet, hiding in the furthest corner he can find.

✾ He will pester the members to go over and collect as much information as they can about you. They will do it because he will whine the entire night about it if they don't and, repeat with me, what Sehun wants, Sehun gets. The members try to convince Sehun to go talk to you himself, but Sehun stubbornly refuses. Bro will be playing the Maknae card harder than he ever has in his entire life.

✾ In the end, he will drag Suho with him, trying to 'casually' strike up a conversation with you. The small talk is painful, and in all honesty, Suho, with his dad jokes, isn't helping in the slightest. At the very least, it provides the two of you with a new conversational topic: the teasing of Suho.

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