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ephemeral-writings · 4 years

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Everything I Need // 04

oh sehun x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4.3k

Everything I Need // oh sehun teaches you a thing or two about life. but falling for the boy who lived across from you was not what you had anticipated.

A/N-- Please leave me your thoughts!!! Enjoy reading!

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05

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The day your mother passed, it had rained. It was a spring shower that woke you up that morning, accompanied by the sound of water dripping from the roof leak into a rusty pail. You sat in bed, seconds after, your phone rang. Nothing had felt right that morning, not the rain, not the call from your mother’s hospital. But the absence of your father’s cigarette and constant grumbling yanked you back to reality. Your mother was dead before you had a proper goodbye.

As you looked around the memorial service, you had one thought in mind and one only: you were truly alone now. No amount of fake crying from your relatives could convince you to believe that they cared an ounce about you. And you couldn’t blame them. They didn’t know you and you didn’t know them. Why should your locked up father and dead mother have to force them to take you under their wing?

After the service, without much thought, you packed a bag and left your childhood home behind in the dust of a moving bus. You said a silent prayer that your father won’t find you in the next chapter of your life. You prayed and cried, for the first time since the news of her death, that your mother would watch over you from above.

You landed in Seoul, the main city just shy on the outskirts of the town you grew up in. You’d always dreamt about going to Seoul, but had never visited. You’ve heard of the high rise buildings that stretched to the sky. Turned out they weren’t that high, just taller than the ones from your town. It was definitely busier; the streets were always littered with people, cars lined bumper to bumper, in essence it was like a city that never stept.

You were accepted into a university in Seoul. Your plan had been to work while studying, and with the money you’d make, send half the amount in every check to your parents. Your already precarious future depleted the minute your life took a turn for the worst. One second a single lit candle was guiding you, and the next it was blown out, and you were left standing in the dark. But you’d eventually find your way around. Be it may lead to a cliff, you couldn’t stay in one place forever.

The first place you found was Jubilant. A help wanted sign was the beacon of light in beginning your new life, and more than anything, you needed money. The university had offered you enough aid to carry the weight of your tuition, and with scholarships, you had almost no trouble continuing your education. First year went by, slightly uneventful as you were only trying to adjust to the new-- well, everything. Your roommate situation was a mess overall. Second year was even more mundane as you were starting to get used to your everyday life of nothing but routine. Your second year was when you got comfortable enough to go out a little more, outside your school and work life. After a year of living with three other girls who were more or less strangers to you, you finally decided to move out on your own. You spent weeks searching for a place, and finally found the place you were residing at now. You arrived at your appointment early morning to sign and secured the vacant unit, and moved in a day after.

“Hey, Y/N.” Chanyeol called for your attention. It was downtime at the restaurant, and you were listlessly restocking on wrapped to-go utensils. Chanyeol was tinkering with his phone that was also dj-ing the restaurant’s soundtrack. There’s no one except a young couple who looked just about finishing up and your boss nowhere to be found, he put on what you liked to call lobby music. Chanyeol had a knack for jazz and blues, though he looked more like a rock and rap sort of guy. You made a small sound to let him know that you were listening. “You’re a girl, right?”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Last I checked, yes, Chanyeol, I am. What’s up?”

He grinned at your sarcasm. It wasn’t often when you’d let your, as Chanyeol liked to call it, fuck-off vibe, so he noted that you were in a good mood.

“What does a guy need to do to win over your heart?”

“My heart isn’t up for offers, Yeol. Don’t try for a second time.” You smirked.

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “There wasn’t even a first time, Y/N. We talked about this, c’mon.” He groaned, leaning his right hip on the counter you were working on, arms crossed as he scrutinized you. Chanyeol was not a shy one. His gaze, at first, alarmed you. Having those set of wide eyes and a tenacious gaze made you uneasy, it was as if he could see right through you. After working with him for so long, you’ve learned that those clear eyes held more curiosity than harm. Although, curiosity could lead to harmful circumstances.

“Who’s the girl?”

You beated him to the punch. It was obvious that he needed advice on whoever it was that held his interest, you just weren’t sure you’d be much of help to him. In your relatively short life, you’ve never had someone pursue you romantically. It was unheard of, you being associated with a male, nevermind it being romantic or not. It wasn’t something you pondered a lot about, at least, not until last weekend due to a certain male who lived in your building.

“She’s in my music theory class. Senior, so you probably don’t know her.” A senior like himself, and also a music major, you deduce. “We got paired up to do a project together, but she’s…” Chanyeol trails off as he noticed the couple waving us down for their bill.

Chanyeol settled their check and bussed the table, and returned to your side all in less than five minutes. “So, I think she hates me. Actually, scratch that. I know she hates me, and I don’t understand why. I can’t read the girl, and it’s killing me.”

“Are you interested in her? Or just confused why a girl would reject you, the great Park Chanyeol?”

“Watch the tone, missy. I’m still older than you.”

“Well?” You pointed a brow at him.

Chanyeol thought for a while before deciding, “Well, she’s pretty. And smart. And she’s so talented-- that’s why I was so excited to work with her on the project! But then she got all frosty on me when I tried talking to her, and I’m confused.”

He truly looked perplexed by the girl in question behavior.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” you shrugged, honest and regretful. Chanyeol, though a huge dork once you got to know him, was very handsome. If this girl didn’t like Chanyeol, for whatever reason unbeknownst to you, you couldn’t help.

Chanyeol was a music major and joined you at Jubilant a year after you started working there. He was a quick learner and even quicker at becoming one of the best servers. He held an affable vibe to him that was contagious, to the point that you found yourself tossing remarks back and forth until you established the relationship that you had now.

“I’ll figure it out, some way or another,” he waved the matter aside. “So, what’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re chirpy, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I said hi to you earlier and you replied.”

“Okay, I always say hi to you,” you retorted, hands on your hips in defense.

“No, you just wave at me like a fly’s in your face or just grunt. You’re chirpy,” he emphasized the last word obnoxiously.

“Shut up, Yeol.”

“What, so you got nothing for me? Not even after the juicy stuff I spilled for you?”

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Uh, rude.” He deadpanned.

You laughed. Chanyeol could be sassy when he wanted to, and he mostly was when he’s with you. You guessed you both brought out something within each other that you’ve never known existed.

You tried not to let your mind wander during the rest of your shift, in case Chanyeol grew more suspicious and interrogated you again.

Though you didn’t like the job, it forced you to speak, something you had troubles doing, to talk to people who were strangers and co-workers who were your friends. It was just unclear, to you at least, whether that friendship extended beyond the scope of the restaurant. You hated that empty feeling in your chest whenever you parted ways with Chanyeol, him going back to his endeavors of becoming a music producer and you...well, you didn’t know exactly what you were doing or where you were going. You majored in psychology, but only because it had seemed like it was interesting. Three years in and you were beginning to think that it wasn’t. But it’s too late to turn back, so you would have to learn to settle.

Fortunately(unfortunately), you don’t see Sehun for almost a whole week. It’s weird that before that night, you wouldn’t notice how often you wouldn’t crash into him in the hall or the mailroom. He was Sehun, your neighbor who has lived less than ten feet away from you for months, yet you don’t know a thing about him. Sehun, the man who was so disarmingly handsome that you now found yourself peeking corners to see if you had missed him by just a second, or making trips to the mailroom even though you had already collected them after school just to catch a glimpse of him. He became a phantom that was impossible to find.

Of course you knew where to find him, but it wasn’t like you had a purpose to seek him out or knock on his door. Plus, it wasn’t like one conversation with him as your bartender constituted him as a friend. You convinced yourself that it was best to just leave it at that.

The following Monday, you came back from school to a surprise. You hated surprises for reasons, but seeing Sehun standing in front of your door as you watched from behind, a tinge of eagerness sparked on your skin.

“Hi.”

Sehun, being so wrapped up in conjuring up the nerve to knock on your door, is startled shitless when he turns around to meet your questioning gaze.

“Did you need something, Sehun?” You asked.

Sehun shook his head, his eyes being hidden slightly from his falling bangs. He looked younger, less brooding, and you noticed that he was freshly showered and his fluffy locks proved your speculation. There’s a waft of aftershave as well, and a scent of freshness that you picked up. You were still debating whether you liked the smell of seaside breeze with earthy wood when Sehun responded with, “Have you eaten yet?”

You willed your hopes to simmer down, to not jump to a favorable conclusion. He’s not inviting you to eat with him, is he? Though a part of you, the part that finds Sehun’s attractiveness insatiable, hopes with every fiber of your being to be allowed the time to bask in his beauty, another part of you dreads having to expose just how utterly banal your person actually was.

��I have, actually,” you lied easily.

Sehun, you realize, was actually easier to read than you think. Since his countenance didn’t range very far from each one, it was easy to see the slightest change and the small flash of disappointment in his eyes made you regret your words, but you weren’t about to go back on your words now.

“How about later, then?” He asked.

“I have a lot of work to catch up on, maybe next time.” Your heart thundered uncomfortably in your chest as you rejected him again. You felt your resolve fading the longer he stood there, contemplating whether he should say more. It wasn’t like this when you talked to him last week, but then again, you also had a bit to drink.

Alas, Sehun agreed, quietly retreating back to his unit with a lighter chest. It was four pm, the perfect time to squeeze in a nap but as you stripped down and crawled into bed, you found it impossible to shut down. Thoughts of why Sehun had approached you and why he was so adamant on having a meal with you prevented any sleep to come to you.

Finally at quarter past six, you decided fuck it. Sehun opened the door, not surprised to see you-- he probably looked through the peephole, something you could never do because you could barely reach it.

“Still want to grab dinner?” You blurted.

Sehun quirked a semi-smile, and nodded. He stepped back into his apartment, to grab a jacket he tells you, and you got a glimpse of his living space. You couldn’t see much, not from the entrance, but what you could see was a charcoal grey L-shaped sofa, a very sizable television mounted on the wall. The other side was the kitchen, similar to your own unit except reversed in layout.

Sehun emerged from his room wearing a black hoodie with the word Russel across the chest and a circle of stars on one of the sleeves. “Let’s go.”

While Sehun seemed as cool as a cucumber, not minding the small fact that you randomly going out for dinner together wasn’t something random. He even whistled to an unknown tune, as if the crisp air was singing him a song and he was responding with one of his own. The keys in his pocket even played to the rhythm of his steps.

The best thing about living in the city was that almost everything was accessible on foot, especially places to eat. Even as the sun was setting and people should’ve been home, having dinner, there was a considerable amount of people on the streets, running errands or doing like you and Sehun and looking for a place to eat out.

“Where are we going?” You asked. It had barely occurred to you that there was no prior agreement on what to eat, let alone knowledge on what your preferences were.

“I was thinking soup, with noodles.” That sounded pleasant with the weather so you quickly agreed. “I know just the place then.”

You and Sehun walked by your usual diner, passed by a Japanese restaurant, a ramen place which you thought was the destination, but he continued on until you arrived at a specialized knife cut noodle soup restaurant.

A cozy, traditional style restaurant was not something you had imagined Sehun having in mind. It was the perfect ambiance to the blue hue that was morphing into black by the second just outside; a juxtaposition to the warmth that the earthy tones of the restaurant provided.

A nice middle-aged lady greeted you from where she stood across the room, serving a table of older men. Sehun held up two fingers to indicate a party of two, and she gestured to an empty table by the window.

It was silent as you perused the menu. It was a small selection but straight-to-the-point with all the flavors being relatively traditional. While you decide on what to get, Sehun seemed to have already known what to get from the minute he walked in so he began to set the table, placing a napkin from the dispenser and a pair of silver metal chopsticks and spoon on top. Much to your astonishment, he does the same for you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, not forgetting your manners. He hummed in response.

“Have you decided?” He asked. You were debating between the chicken and the kimchi noodle soup.

“Hm...yeah, I’m ready.”

The same lady came by and jotted down your orders: Sehun ordered the perilla seed noodle soup while you chose the chicken. You both thanked her when she brought over two cups of water before slipping into silence. You busied yourself by finding interest in the streets. It was finally dark now, with the sun gone, the sky was painted in indigo. Unfortunately, the stars are barely visible under the city lights. In your old town, you would’ve been able to see all the stars, could’ve drawn out constellations if you set your mind to it.

“So,” Sehun started. It was so quiet that the sound of his voice caused you to jolt. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized. “I think they put this in the wrong box.”

At this, Sehun presented an envelope you recognize all too well. The seal of NCF rested on the left corner, followed by your name and address. Your stomach gripped, the pain eliciting all the nerves in your body upfront with hairs standing stiff and tall. This was the reason he wanted to have dinner?

You tried to mask your surprise. “Maybe it’s another Y/N at the apartment,” you excused. Your voice was steady, leveled, more than you could say for your body which was quivering from inside out. You played it off as if you were shivering from the sudden gust of wind when a guest walked in.

Sehun shook his head. “I checked with Mr. Kim,” your kind albeit nosy landlord. “He insisted on passing it onto you, but I told him that I would be seeing you tonight.”

How does one learn the art of teleportation because at that moment, you wanted to disappear into thin air. You weren’t ready to face this.

“Hey, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m not asking any questions.” Sehun reassured you. If he noticed the sudden paleness in your face or breaths you were stifling, he didn’t comment on them.

Your food arrived, and you both ate in silence. The food, although smelled delightful, tasted bland on your tongue that was as heavy as lead. Not a soul in this city knew of your past, of your family background whatsoever. There was never any need for anyone to know that your mother died of cancer or that your father was doing time.

“How do you know Liah?”

You glanced up from the ground where your eyes had been fixed. Sehun and you had left the restaurant after the quiet meal, and were ambling back to the apartment. You were stunned, not because of the way her name fell off his lips so naturally, you reasoned, but because he’s decidedly inquiring about your relationship with Liah. You gave Sehun the cliff notes version of your story, sparing him the unnecessary drama that had ensued. It was all ancient history since Liah was no longer in your life.

Sehun listened as you recounted living at school with Liah, after which you considered asking him the same question back but couldn’t form the words. While you debated, Sehun does the unexpected and revealed, “Whatever you think you saw at the club last week, Liah and I aren’t a thing.”

There was a park along the way, but cutting through it made the trek longer. Despite that, Sehun gestured with a nod towards the pathway lighted by warm street lights that did almost nothing to illuminate the cracked pavement.

“We met that same night.”

Without him telling you that, you figured that Liah would be bold enough to make a move on Sehun on their first meeting. Liah was known to be your building’s playgirl, if you will. Word spread around that she had slept with just about every guy in the dorms; you wouldn’t put it past her that she has done it in your shared room but you can’t say for sure since she’s never done it while you were in.

Suddenly, there was a small pit of anger bubbling in you, the source of it being the memories of Liah tormenting you, but what fueled it, you don’t know. You felt your walls close in, and soon you were just plain annoyed.

You shrugged your shoulders while hugging the package to your chest like some anchor, letting it fall heavily under your neck. “It’s honestly none of my business, even if you were. A thing.” You didn’t really mean to sound so cold, detached, but you couldn’t help the ice from freezing through your words, rendering even yourself speechless at how foreign you sounded.

Sehun stayed quiet at that, shoving his hands further in his pockets.

“Listen,” you stopped in your tracks, making him stop as well before he turned to face you. “I’d appreciate it if you could just forget about this,” you held up the crumpled mail, “and maybe not associate me with Liah anymore. You probably have your reasons, and so do I, to ask you for this favor. It’ll be the one and only that I ask, so, please.”

Sehun didn’t answer for a while. His face was lax, void of any emotion, as he looked at your face. Thanking the poor lighting, you doubt he could see how red you were turning. Your heart raced faster with every beat until you were sure it would burst. Then, his face crumbled into a look of confusion and desperation. “I can’t figure you out, Y/N.”

It came out quicker than both of you would’ve expected when you shot back, “Then don’t.”

Sehun shifted his weight to the opposite leg, showing for a split second that your sharp words affected him. He struggled to say something back, and when he didn’t for a minute, you turned and continued walking back to the apartment.

The sigh Sehun released sounded of defeat laced with frustration before there was the sound of shoes scuffling as he jogged beside you.

“Bongsan Hospital,” Sehun started, “About four years ago, that’s where we first met, sort of.”

Bongsan Hospital was where your mother stayed during her chemotherapy. She was in and out of several facilities, getting treatment here and there, until finally in your second year of high school, she was admitted into Bongsan.You remember too many nights of sleeping on those god awful chairs they had. In the winters you’d bring a thick blanket for your mother and a small one for yourself. In the summer, you’d sit in the garden as you waited hours and hours for your mother to receive treatment.

“What? How? I thought you were from the city this whole time,” you hesitated, stopping again in your tracks.

“I am,” he answered vaguely, prompting you to raise a brow, asking for elaboration. “What? I grew up in the city.”

“Sehun, the hospital,” you deadpanned.

“My mother’s doctor referred her to Bongsan, said the air was better for the condition of her lungs,” he explained.

“Sehun, you are about the vaguest man on Earth.” You said impatiently. You hadn’t pegged Sehun to be a man of such tact, beating around the bush like a young boy hinting his mother for a new toy would do.

Sehun fought a smile from spreading across his face. “Do you remember a conversation that you had with a woman in the garden? She was painting when her palette was blown over by the wind?”

The wheels in your head turned and turned until you recalled the memory. You remember helping a woman who frequently painted in the hospital’s garden when her paint palette had blown away, which she graciously thanked you for doing. She complimented your floral dress which you had only worn because your mother said that she missed the times when you were younger and she’d dressed you up. “Like the princess you are,” she had said.

The next thing you remember was the woman asking if she could paint you, sitting on the verdant patch of land. What you don’t remember was a certain male being there.

“What about the woman? Was she your mother?” Sehun nodded, making a show of acknowledging your keen memory. “But why don’t I remember you?”

“Well, you ran away afterwards. I was only approaching when I heard my mom asking you to model for her,” he revealed, a fond smile gracing his lips. “You ran off so fast, you really don’t remember running into me?”

You did, after the fact of him mentioning it. However, you don’t recall ever speaking to the woman-- Sehun’s mom-- again after the incident, and you haven’t been back to Bongsan since your mom’s passing.

Which reminded you to ask Sehun, “How is she doing? Your mom.”

“Good, I think. I visit when I have time, but she doesn’t want me to see her ‘not in her best form’. Her words, not mine.” He said, grinning when he finally sees something other than a frown that you’ve been wearing since dinner.

It took a while but you both eventually made it back home. Sehun was fairly quiet the rest of the way home, and likewise you didn’t know what to say. It would be misleading to say that he was a gentleman and walked you to your door since he lived right across from you, but your heart stuttered at the fleeting idea nevertheless.

“I think I owe you an apology,” you said. “For walking off and for speaking so harshly.”

The smile Sehun gave you was affable, and dare you say adorable. “I think I can take whatever you throw my way, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but think that his words were meant for more meaning than one.

“Go on in,” he jerked his chin towards your apartment and you do so after offering him a closed lipped smile. “I’ll see you around,” he offered, leaving you the slightest chance to say otherwise.

That night, you dreamt of your mother, but unlike the many times she’s appeared in your dreams, this one didn’t leave you waking in cold sweat and screaming for her.

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Love Shot - Mafia!Exo

Suho/Junmyeon:

You had known from the start that being with a mob boss wasn’t an easy feat. It wasn’t all fancy parties and gorgeous attire paired with fine wines. It was also armed bodyguards, armored vehicles, the constant knowing that your life could easily be in imminent danger. But that didn’t stop you from loving Suho, you trusted him with your whole heart, soul and life. You knew he would never let anything happen to you, that he would destroy anyone who tried to harm you. Which is why it took you by surprise when a member of a rival gang kidnapped you on your way to your house, barreling through your bodyguards with unusual ease.

Suho was furious when he heard the news of your kidnapping. They have lost their minds if they think they can take what’s mine and get away with it, he thought. He began tracing down the rival gang and have his own members search for possible spots they could be keeping you. A few days later he got a call from their leader, saying he would return you if Suho handed over his relations with some of the top politicians and businessmen of the area. He simply laughed and hung up. You meant the world to him but he wasn’t going to give away everything he worked for.

No. He had a different plan, a better way to get you back and destroy the enemy. And he called it “Operation: Love Shot”. What his rival didn’t know was that Suho had one of his own members in his hands, and his men had already been torturing information out of him. He knew which house they were in, he knew in which room you were being kept, he even knew how many men were watching over you.

Suho had the element of surprise in his hands and he worked with it. He drummed up his best men and set out to save you and teach his rival a lesson. His snipers took out the main guards on the outside while his stealthers cut off all power to the house. Then Suho and his men entered the house, using the confusion of the others to their advantage. They worked in the dark, relying only on their ears and instinct.

Suho strode with dedication straight to the room you were being kept in and broke down the door. One of his men shined a light into the room and Suho was amazed at what he saw. Only two bodyguards were left to watch you amongst the chaos and one was knocked clean out by a blunt object to the head. The other was kneeling on the floor, clutching a bleeding shoulder while you were holding a gun to his head. Blood was slowly dripping from your arm but you remained strong. The sight filled Suho with a sense of pride.

He walked over to you and knocked out the other bodyguard. He took the gun out of your hands and threw it into a corner and started to inspect you for any more damage. Once he was satisfied to see that you were, apart from the bullet wound in your arm, otherwise intact, he took you in his arms and held your slightly trembling body close to his.

“You broke free all on your own?” he muttered into your hair, amazement hinting in his voice.

“Well... being with a mafia boss… you learn a few things about breaking out of bonds and ambushing people,” you smiled.

He put you at arms length, pointing at your wound. “I AM, however, going to have to give you a refresher course on how to handle guns,” he said, seriously.

You chuckled and nodded in agreement as he led you out of the house and into the safety of his car.

Chanyeol:

“Let’s play a game,” Chanyeol whispered into your ear. He didn’t give you time to answer, leading you straight into one of the studies in his house. On the table you saw a revolver. You strode towards it, then turned around to look at Chanyeol.

“What is this?” you asked. “Are we gonna play Russian Roulette?”

To say things with you and Chanyeol were tense would be an understatement. You knew that, he knew that, even his bodyguards knew that. Which probably explained why you felt like you were being watched at almost all hours of the day. You probably loved him at one point in your life, but now you would’ve given anything, done anything, to be rid of him. Even kill him, you admitted to yourself.

“Something of the sorts,” Chanyeol smirked. “I like to call it ‘Love Shot’. You play it the same way though. Except there’s a blank in there instead of a bullet. I’m not an idiot, you know. It’ll hurt, maybe even draw blood if you aim it well enough, but it won’t kill me.“

“And what about me?” you asked, leaning up against the desk.

“Oh, I won’t be pointing the gun at you. You’ll be pointing it at me,” Chanyeol started. “You see, I know you don’t like it here. I know you pretty much hate my guts. And I get it: the mafia’s a tough job, I gotta be a tough guy and my methods of handling things are… pretty unorthodox.” You scoffed at that understatement but Chanyeol continued, ignoring your interruption. “I’m giving you a chance with this game: the chance to leave. If you shoot the revolver and the blank gets fired, I’ll let you go. I’ll see that as fate’s way of saying goodbye.”

“What if I shoot and there’s nothing? What will happen to me then?” you asked, dreading the answer.

“Then fate wants you to stay here. And I’ll be forced to take on... drastic measures to enhance your love and obedience towards me,” Chanyeol said coolly, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

You felt goosebumps forming on your skin, but you forced yourself to stay strong and cool, turning whatever fear you have against that outcome into loathing. “You’re crazy if you think I’ll turn into one of the mindless zombies that the other members call their partners. You think I don’t know how Sehun or Baekhyun got their ‘lovers’? You think I don’t know what your men are creating? Because none of that even comes close to love. It’s all manipulation, Chanyeol.”

He stared at you for a few moments, taking in all of your passion, your hatred, everything. He loved all of it so much and it pained him a small bit to have to take it all away from you, but he knew there would only be benefits afterwards. “There’s really not much you can do here. You can either take the risk and win, or face the consequences of losing. What other options do you really have?”

You weighed the possibilities against each other. You hated the risk but the freedom was tempting. You took the gun in your hand. I’ll probably never get another chance like this again, you thought. You looked up at Chanyeol, aimed for his heart, and shot.

But nothing came out. You pulled the trigger again in disbelief and still nothing happened. Then Chanyeol grabbed the gun out of your hand before you could try a third time. He signaled for two bodyguards to come into the room as he stared down at you.

“You tried two times and still failed,” he growled. “I guess fate really wants you to stay with me.” You started to tremble as the bodyguards grabbed your arms, pleading wordlessly with him. “You had a third option you clearly disregarded: you could’ve refused to shoot me. Then I would’ve been much more lenient with you,” he gave a devilish smile.

You opened your mouth in response but no words could reach your lips as the bodyguards dragged you out of the room.

“Don’t worry!” he called out. “The treatment won’t hurt a bit and you’ll be feeling much better afterwards!”

Kai/Jongin:

Kai walked up to apartment #203, where one of his boss’ clients lived. The guy owed him a large sum of money and was overdue on his payment. Kai knew him pretty well: never pays on time but always says he’s good for it, huge gambling addiction, always trying to weasel himself out of debt. Kai was interested in seeing what kind of game he was going to play with him this time to buy himself some more time. Of course, his games never work but that doesn’t stop him from trying.

Kai signaled to one of the bodyguards to bash down the door. He heard one voice scream in fright while another spewed out a string of curses. He stepped inside just in time to see his client jump out of a nearby window. Kai smirked as he strode deeper into the living room, towards a small bar table and poured himself a drink. He turned around toward a couch on which you were sitting on, shaking slightly but otherwise putting on a brave face.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw you. He would often see you with his client, hearing him call you his “good luck charm” when he went out somewhere to gamble. Other times you would come visit Kai personally and pay some of his bills. He knew it was your own money and it pained him to see you being treated so poorly. He would always give you back $100, saying, “Go treat yourself to something nice. Preferably a new boyfriend.” Even though he tries to shrug it off, he can’t help but admit to favoring you.

He sat down next to you and sipped on his drink, waiting for his bodyguards to drag his client back in. A couple of minutes later he heard pathetic cries getting louder and saw two of his bodyguards carry the man in by his arms, his feet flailing a foot above ground. He fell onto his knees in front of Kai and began to fidget around with his hands. Kai just stared at the man in disgust.

“Listen NiNi,” he began, calling Kai by the nickname he chose for him. “I know I’m a little late with the payment-”

“It’s been three months. The boss has been more than patient with you. He wants his money back. ALL of it. 15 grand. Now,” Kai interrupted, still sipping his drink.

“15 grand?! How am I supposed to get that kind of money?” he asked.

“You’re the gambling expert,” Kai replied sarcastically, earning himself a small chuckle from you.

“How- how about a game? If I win, I get some more time to gather up the money,” he offered.

“And if I win?” Kai asked.

“I’ll uhh… I’ll give you Y/N,” he said, making you gasp in surprise.

“You’re betting me?!! For fucks sake, am I that disposable to you?” you asked, outraged.

Before he could reply, Kai said, “They’ll do. But I have another condition: if I win, you stop asking the boss for more money. I’m sick of having to deal with you and, quite frankly, so is he. Now, what’s the game?”

He scowled, but stood up, rubbing his hands together, and said “The game’s called ‘Love Shot’. Quite simple, really. It’s a knife-throwing game. Whoever manages to hit the center of this wooden heart the closest wins.”

He dug something out of the cupboard nearby and hung up an old wooden picture frame on the wall opposite Kai. It was without glass but it still contained an old picture of you and him in it. Kai stood up and took out a knife from one of his leg suspenders. He signaled for the client to go first.

The client got out a knife of his own and went to you, who was glaring at him coldly. He ordered you to kiss the knife for good luck and after a few seconds of death glares and silence, you complied. The sight struck Kai’s heart but quickly shook it off. The client threw his knife and it just barely struck the outer ridges. He celebrated a bit too loudly and threw a look at Kai, as if to say “beat that”.

Kai kept it short and sweet, he could throw knifes blindfolded, so this would be a breeze. He lined up his shot and sent his knife flying, hitting the heart dead center. Even the picture split in half, which Kai found oddly fitting. He turned to see the devastation in his client’s eyes and yours staring wide-eyed, unable to really process what just happened.

“I think we’re done here,” he turned towards the door, signaling to his men to take you with them. He heard some pleas from his now ex-client but tuned them out, uninterested in what he had to say. He walked to his car, you following a few steps behind him. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before you asked, “So.. what are you going to do with me?”

Kai smiled at you and answered, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe from guys like him and treat you better than he ever did. I’m a pretty good guy once you get to know me. Just like the other members back home.” He winked at you and drove off into the night, content that he got the best prize imaginable.

Xiumin/Minseok:

You and Minseok were both pointing guns at each other, just waiting for the other to shoot. Your eyes were cold and full of loathing towards him. All Minseok wanted to do was hold you tight and never let you go again. He never expected it to turn out like this. He didn’t want this to be the end.

He thought he had lost you months ago. You had gone on a trip together, trying to get away from all the drama wrapped around the mafia business. It started out peaceful but took a very sour turn when members of his most hated rival attacked the two of you. You were kidnapped and Minseok was left badly injured. He had ordered his bodyguards to search for you while he recovered in the hospital, even though he would’ve rather done it himself. Weeks afterwards, once he had recovered, he found the trail to be cold. It was like you had disappeared into thin air.

In the back of his mind he feared you were dead. Doubt was nagging at him as he tried to pick up the trail. But he knew you couldn’t be dead, you had to be somewhere out there, he couldn’t just lose you like this.

And now here you were, standing right in front of him. But at the same time, it wasn’t you. Being with his rival had changed you. Your eyes were duller and full of hate, the corners of your mouth were turned into a scowl, the positive energy you once radiated was all but gone. You were a shadow of your former self.

Minseok had a hunch of what had happened to you, but he decided to ask you, in hopes of opening you up, getting you to talk to him and maybe figure out a way how to reverse it.

“You don’t look so good, Y/N,” he tested the waters. “What did they do to you?”

“What did they do to me?” you sneered. “They opened my eyes and showed me the real you. The power-hungry mogul of the east, who has more blood on his hands than he does in his body. Do you know how many people you’ve terrorized, how many lives you’ve destroyed? Because I do, Minseok. That’s what they taught me.”

“The mafia’s not exactly a place where we all hold hands and sing songs about peace but...” he shook his head. “They’ve been feeding you lies, Y/N. I’m not perfect but I’m no monster. If anything, the people who brainwashed you are more sadistic than I am. And I know deep down inside you know that too.”

“How do I know you haven’t brainwashed me? Maybe this is the way I’ve always been and you led me to believe I was happily in love with you,” you retorted.

“If that’s the case, you would’ve shot me the second you saw me. But you didn’t and still haven’t. Which leads me to believe the real Y/N is still in there,” Minseok said, lowering his gun.

You fell silent, pondering his statement. For a second, Minseok saw a glimmer of your old self in your eyes and decided to press on.

He threw his gun aside, causing you to cast your attention to him once again. “I’m not going to shoot you, Y/N. If I did, I wouldn't be able to live with myself anymore. I love you too much for that. If you’re going to kill me, then kill me, because I don’t want to live in a world where the person I fell in love with doesn’t exist anymore.”

You brought your gun up and aimed for his chest. For a second, Minseok thought he was going to die and he accepted his fate. But then, you started shaking and tears started trailing down your cheeks. Minseok took a few steps forward as you lowered your gun. He reached for the gun and took it out of your hands, you not putting up a fight.

“I....” you choked. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I-I can’t kill you, I don’t want to kill you. But I should, they told me I should. The thought of hurting you... hurts me. Why is this happening?!”

“That’s good, my love,” Minseok encouraged. “Fight against it.”

You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, confusion and disarray clear on your face. “Minnie?” you breathed out your nickname for him. “I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t want to be here. I want to go home, our home.”

Minseok wrapped you in his arms, comforting your trembling body. He stroked your hair and whispered into your ear, “Don’t worry, my love. You don’t have to listen to them any longer. We’ll work against the brainwashing and get you back to normal in no time. I promise.”

He leaned back to look into your eyes and found himself looking at you, the you he fell in love with all those years ago, the you he thought he lost. It filled him with hope and strength to see you breaking through the shadows of his rival’s creations, all because of the deep love the two of you have for one another.

Sehun:

Sehun stared at you from across the dimly lit bar. You had been racing through his mind for months, ever since he saw you in the back of some dealer’s car. You had a look of betrayal written all over your face, the kind that screamed “You promised me you wouldn’t do this anymore and yet you’re back on the same bs” while Sehun made deals with the lowlife you chose to hang out with. He knew at first glance that you were too good for any of this. He also knew that he had to have you.

He handed the bartender a small vial and told him to make you a drink, nodding in your direction. Sehun knew you wouldn’t acknowledge him in any way, shape or form, so he had his research team concoct a love serum, guaranteed to make you putty in his hands. He smiled as he saw you look in his direction when the bartender gave you the drink. You stood up, drink in hand and walked over to him.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” you ask, eyeing him up and down.

Sehun shrugged, “I’m constantly somewhere all the time, so you might have seen my face before.” He studied you carefully as you squinted your eyes at him, trying to remember where you had seen his face before.

“I see you got my drink,” he nodded, changing the subject. “It’s called the Love Shot. Legends say that if you drink this in the company of someone else, you fall madly in love with that person.” You chuckled at the thought, making Sehun grin. “It’s all folklore really, but it’s a pretty tasty drink,” he added.

You eyed the drink once more before giving in and taking a sip, realizing that it was indeed a very delicious drink. You looked up at him and your eyes softened, seeing him now in a different light.

Hours after you had finished the drink you found yourself walking home with Sehun, clinging onto him as if your life depended on it. Every touch sent a spark through your body, every glance made your heart leap. You had never felt such intense love and desire before, and Sehun made sure it stayed that way.

Lay/Yixing:

Lay was aware of your heart drifting away and finding a new lover. But he had tolerated it up until now. He knew he had been away for some time, working late and going away on “business trips”, as he so often called his assassination appointments. It’s not that he didn’t love you anymore, he just couldn’t be bothered to hunt down some plaything of yours, especially if you snuck out at night to see him.

Finding the two of you in your shared bed together, however, made him see nothing but red.

You gave a startled gasp as Lay turned on the lights to the bedroom, illuminating you and your lover tangled up in the sheets of your bed. You brought the covers closer to you, feeling a wave of shame hit you as you looked up at Lay’s face, a mixture of devastation and betrayal, of anger and disgust hinting beneath his cold exterior. For the first time since you started cheating on him, you started to question your motives. Yes, you were lonely and in need of attention, but was this toy worth losing someone you used to love unconditionally, someone you still love deep down inside?

“Lay,” you whispered, “I’m so deeply sorry you had to see this. You were never supposed to-”

“So this is the idiot that doesn’t give you the time of day anymore huh?” your lover interrupted you. “He doesn’t look all that badass to me. I could take him out in one shot. You sure he’s in the mafia?”

Your mouth fell open in shock at the audacity of their words. Don’t they know who they’re speaking to?

Lay mirrored your expression as he turned his gaze to your lover and whispered, “I could kill you in a heartbeat.” His eyes lingered a few moments longer as his muscles twitched at the thought. Then with a wave of his hand he discarded the thought and directed his attention back to you.

“I don’t know what I’m more disgusted by: you in someone else’s arms in our bed, or your complete lack of taste in sexual partners. I would’ve expected someone with manners and common sense... or at least someone with half a brain.”

“Hey!” your lover shouted. “I’m great in bed, and a better partner than you will ever be-!” Lay pulled out a gun and pointed it at them, silencing them.

“Lay, please don’t do this!” you said, getting out of bed and pulling on your robe. “I know you’re hurt but they don’t deserve this! They mean nothing to me, I swear it. You’ll never see them here again, I promise.” You clutched at his arm like your life depended on it.

“I know I won’t,” he started. “Because you’ll be killing them.”

Your face blanched at that statement. “What??”

“If you truly mean what you say, if they mean nothing to you, then you will kill them for me. Prove to me that you love me,” Lay said low, his eyes dark.

“I-I-” you stuttered. “I can’t... you’re crazy. I’m not a killer.”

Lay brought his face close to yours, his forehead touching yours. “If you don’t do as I tell you to, I’ll make sure your life becomes a living hell. So much so that you’ll wish I’d have killed you as well.”

The thought sent shivers down your spine and you knew very well that he wasn’t kidding, so you complied to his sadistic task. You took his gun into your hands and stared your lover in the face, who was unable to move due to the shock. Lay steadied your shaking hands and told you to pull the trigger. You closed your eyes, knowing full well that Lay’s aim wouldn’t falter, and pulled the trigger. The sound filled the air and you didn’t dare open your eyes before Lay pulled you out of the room and placed a kiss on your cheek, words of praise coming from his lips.

Baekhyun:

You’ve been with Baekhyun for as long as you could remember. Although that wasn’t saying very much, you couldn’t remember a majority of your life before him. Baekhyun said it was because of a bad car crash you were in years ago, resulting in brain trauma and amnesia. You couldn’t remember any crash but that wasn’t unusual for trauma patients, or so you’ve been told. You didn’t mind not really knowing your past most of the time, you lived a happy and content life with Baekhyun. Even though he was in the mafia, you lived a relatively normal life because he kept you sheltered from his business.

He always made sure to leave the mafia behind him when he came home to you. You loved the little rituals you had together: he would pick you up and kiss you as soon as he came home, you would cook dinner together, have cute Sunday city dates together. He would even call or text you good morning and good night when he’s away on business and remind you to take your medication. That was the only time you ever really thought about the mafia, when he mentioned your medication. Baekhyun had told you that his friends in “high places” had created it for you so you could live a normal life. You took his word for it and you generally don’t question what’s in the medication or why you need it. You just trust him, even though you don’t know why. You’ve just... always trusted him.

You felt different when you didn’t take your medication on time. You would get dizzy and lightheaded, sometimes even a bit nauseous. Once that first wave of dizziness subsided, you were able to think clearly and remember faces of your past, probably friends or family members. You enjoyed how deep your thought process could get when your medication started wearing off because you usually had trouble concentrating and your mind would drift often. Maybe that was why you sometimes tried to test your boundaries and purposely skip your meds.

Just like today.

Things were going smoothly, you were fighting off the nausea with some tea and you managed to hide the dizziness well. You were writing down all of your thoughts in a journal, hopeful that you would one day make sense of them. You wondered how long you would get away with it this time, how long it would take Baekhyun to notice before he forced you to take your medicine. Even though you were in a clearer state of mind, you felt wary, even paranoid around him. Sometimes it drove you to lash out at him if he came near you. You never could understand why you felt such rage and terror at the same time towards him, especially since he was always so nice and caring towards you.

Suddenly, you heard a voice behind you say, “You didn’t come to greet me when I came home today, darling.” A cold shiver ran down your spine and your heart began to race with anxiety. Damn it, you thought, so much for keeping my cool.

You got up and turned around to face Baekhyun. “I’m so sorry my love. I must have lost track of time,” you flashed him a smile and stretched out your hand to invite him into your arms, all the while trying to steady your breath. He picked you up and spun you around as usual, giving you a sweet kiss before holding you tight. You started to slip out of the embrace but he just brought you in tighter and you felt panic build up inside you. He knows, a paranoid voice told you. You have to get out, you have to run.

Right as you started searching around the room for a weapon, Baekhyun brought you at arms length, his eyes staring intently at you. “Is something wrong my dear?” he asked, tilting his head as you shook yours. “You forgot to take your medication again, didn’t you?” he whispered low.

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed the nearest object, your journal, and slammed it into his head, knocking him onto the ground. You started to make a run for the door but Baekhyun tackled you, pinning you underneath him. You cried out and started hitting him, but he was unfazed as he pulled out a small case from his pocket and opened it up. He took out a filled syringe, saying “You know what happens when you get like this, dearest. I have to give you your love shot. Now hold still, it will all be over soon.” He inserted the needle into your neck and emptied out its contents into your bloodstream. Your cries became weaker as your head grew fuzzy, the panicked frenzy leaving your body and being replaced with a feeling of warmth.

You felt Baekhyun’s hand caress your cheek and heard him say, “That’s much better, isn’t it? Rest up now my dear. I’ll be back with your favorite food once I deliver some important documents to the boys in the lab. Thanks so much for giving me your journal, by the way. It’s greatly appreciated.”

You wanted to curse his name, but all you felt were butterflies when you thought of him as you curled yourself up into a ball and fell into a dreamless sleep.

D.O./Kyungsoo:

Kyungsoo was afraid that this day might come. The day when you find someone new and leave him. He knew something was off, the way you would stay out all night “hanging out with your friends”, the increased number of text messages, the very faint smell of a cologne he didn’t own lingering on your skin. It was enough to make him aware of the imminent heartbreak that your sudden departure didn’t capture him by surprise.

It did, however, fuel his lust for revenge on the person who stole your heart.

It wasn’t hard to figure out who you ran off with. Kyungsoo had known even before you turned cold that he was going to be trouble. He was a rich wannabe gangster who likes to drive fast cars, party hard and take recreational drugs on a daily. He was all fun and games with a hint of danger whereas Kyungsoo worked on hard operations in the mafia. You wanted to pick the fun route, so Kyungsoo decided to have some fun himself with a little game called “Operation: Love Shot”.

He waited in a building across from your lover’s apartment, the window giving him perfect view of the living room. He had observed both of your patterns for the last few weeks, so he knew that it was soon time for his rival to pass through the living room to go make himself some coffee. He picked up his sniper and positioned himself. Around five minutes later, he saw your lover peek into view and fired without any hesitation or remorse.

After that, Kyungsoo packed everything up and prepared to meet you outside of the building of the apartment. He knew you wouldn’t call the cops, the sight of a dead body would be too much of a shock for you to handle. He smiled as he saw your silhouette getting closer, your clothes and hair disheveled while tears of fear streamed down your cheeks. You stopped in your tracks as you recognized Kyungsoo, his arms now outstretched, inviting you in for a hug. A wave of emotions ran through you: shock, confusion, happiness, understanding, horror, ending with acceptance. You closed the distance between the two of you and embraced him, new tears forming in your eyes while you promised him you’d never leave again. Kyungsoo locked his arms protectively around you, stroking your hair as he smiled in satisfaction.

Chen/Jongdae:

Jongdae loved you with all is heart, so much so that he would die for you. Another thought never occurred to him when he heard the news that you had been kidnapped. He was devastated and worked endlessly to track down your kidnappers. When he finally tracked his enemies down, he got a call from the leader, telling him to trade his life for you.

It was like they had planned it: have him search for days, maybe even weeks for a sign of where you might be, make him exhausted, anxious, paranoid. All so that that phone-call would seem like a blessing and he would be more willing to accept the deal.

His members, his brothers tried to talk him out of it. They said there had to be another way, and that they would figure something else out. But he tuned them all out, intent on saving the one person that meant the world to him.

He went alone into the woods, to the destination point his enemy sent him. He was well-armed but only planned on using his weapons if they hurt you. Even though he was about to be giving his life away, he felt strangely calm. All he wanted to do was see you one last time, safe and out of harm’s way.

He came up onto a clearing, where a jeep was parked behind his rival. They had agreed to meet in private, no over-excessive guards, no fighting, just a simple trade-off.

“Where’s Y/N?” Jongdae asked, stopping about 10 meters in front of his rival.

He snapped his fingers and two bodyguards came out from behind the jeep, dragging you along with them. You were scared and irritated but otherwise unharmed. Jongdae gave a sigh of relief.

“Tell your men to release them. I will go with you as promised, but I want Y/N out of the way first,” he said.

“Jongdae you can’t possibly be serious! You can’t-” you cried out, a bodyguard knocking the wind out of you to silence you. Jongdae felt a flare of anger hit him and his fingers itched to grab his gun and shoot him. But he kept his cool, making a mental note to take care of him later.

The rival gave a signal to the guards and they released you. You dropped down to the ground, seeming to catch your breath. Then, you jumped up and rammed one of the bodyguards into the ground with one swift, surprise kick. Jongdae reacted just as swiftly as you, pulling out his gun and shooting the bodyguard that punched you just as he was about to attack you. You pulled out a gun from the knocked-down bodyguard’s holder and aimed it at your enemy, who was standing in shock as he was trying to register the few seconds that were playing in front of him. Jongdae aimed his gun for the other bodyguard who was struggling to get up. The two of you fired at the same time, both perfectly taking down your opponents.

The two of you stood in the middle of the scene, taking in the silence around you, letting everything sink in. Then, you dropped your gun and walked over to Jongdae, who was still staring at you in disbelief. You brought him in close for an embrace and he wrapped an arm around you.

Finally, Jongdae broke the silence. “Where did you learn that?”

“The fighting? I learned that from you, my love,” you said, putting a hand on his cheek.

“No, I mean.. I know that,” he started. “I meant, where did you learn to shoot?”

“Oh,” you trailed off, thinking about his question. “I didn’t... I guess it was just luck.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Jongdae broke into a smile. “Or maybe it was a love shot,” he said, pressing a kiss onto your lips before leading you away from the scene and out of the woods.

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Till Death Do Us Part

Genre: Mystery / Comedyish

Pairing: Sehun x Reader (EXO x Reader)

Synopsis: Love bounds people together in peace and harmony. You had found your heaven in his arms, your happiness in the soothing beats of his heart and your comfort in the warmth of his chest. But what you never expected to find, was hell ...

Part 1

Dark clouds crack in the sky and moonlight to trickles down into the fog. Sehun draws a last puff, watching his cloud of smoke mix with the mist before snapping his cigarette in two and dropping it to the ground. He sighs while loosening his tie, looking down at the hopeless cigarette, it’s red fire still ignited.

The suited businessman makes sure to crush the still lit bud under his heel, only then does he pull open his car door and heftily throw his suitcase onto the passenger seat. And just as he does, vibrations tumble down his thigh, sending jolts of shock around his body. His hand immediately jumps to locate his phone and he shakes off the timid surprise while typing in his password.

And there you were, a smile on your face, red rose in your hair. Warmth rises in Sehun’s chest the moment your face appears on his screen, albeit covered with a couple of apps. A smile crawls to his lips as he recalls the moment he told you that you were his homescreen because that’s exactly what you felt like, home. The way your eyes had gleamed with admiration was pure and innocent, the reasons you were different to this world. Different to the others.

He recieved a notification, ‘You have 1 missed call’ “Did Junmyeon Hyung change his number again?” Sehun mumbles while scrolling through his call log, they were nothing but an unfamiliar line of numbers. He sits up in his seat, one hand adjusts his rear view mirror while the other sits on his steering wheel. There is a low hum from his car, the engine revs and just as he is about to pull out, his phone rings once again.

Sehun grabs the annoying machine and presses ‘answer’ before stuffing it between his shoulder and ear, “Hello?” Cars zoom on the road, smudges of different shapes took over his windows and he rubbed a hand down the glass to clarify his view. “I said hello?” Sehun’s lips pull into a tight line. He takes the phone into his hand, contemplating on just ending the call.

“Hyung, you there?” Perhaps this wasn’t Junmyeon. ‘Stupid prank callers. Kids these days really have nothing better to do.’

“Awful weather, isn’t it?” The sudden voice took him by surprise, Sehun clears his throat, “May I know who this is?” There is a laugh from the other side, a deep timbre. Sehun finds it strange but somehow intriguing enough to reach and turn down his radio. “Oh don’t worry about that just yet. Tell me, how did the meeting go?” His soft brows draw together and he licks his lips in slight confusion. He wasn’t up for pranks, not tonight.

“Who are you? Look Junmyeon Hyung, if this is some sort of joke then knock it off. I’ve had a rough day so you and Jongin better shut it.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll tell everyone about your weird infatuation with-“

“We have your wife, Mr Oh. And we suggest you follow our saying, if you want her back alive, that is.”

Today was not a good day to test Sehun’s temper, his hands tighten around the wheel, car picking up it’s speed. The world around him faded into nothing but flashes of colour, “How about you shut the fuck up. I don’t know who you are and-“ The man groans loudly, a kind of ferocious growl which stopped Sehun mid sentence. “Bring us the million dollars you have in your stupid suitcase or we’ll bring you your wife’s dead body.”

Had he not been right in the middle of the road, Sehun would’ve stopped in his very tracks. For a moment, silence struck his eardrums in the loudest way possible. He blinks rapidly, unable to distinguish the fear in his eyes from the mist that took over the city. From this second on, everything was a blur. He felt the sweat beads form on his forehead, rolling down and tickling his neck.

Sehun gulps, “H-how do you know?”

Footsteps, so agitatingly loud, echoed in the place where this man was. And wherever it was, it couldn’t be small, not when his every annoying breath regurgitated off the walls, Sehun thought. He hums, low, deep and threateningly into Sehun’s ear. “Interesting question, so does your wife know about your ‘business’ meetings?”

He blinks away the thought and finds a way off the main road, onto a narrow part away trail that took him into a smaller, probably highly unsafe secluded area with a line of unruly broken shelters tendering the pavements. “Please, don’t tell her anything.” Sehun rolls down a window, the lack of oxygen was causing his throat to close up, he could barely properly choke any words out.

The kidnapper taps his foot before running a hand through his hair, “Your secret is safe with us, just bring us the money and take her away.” Sehun hesitates, thinking of the many, many scenarios that could take place, “B-but how can I trust you?”

The tapping of his feet stop, and Sehun pictured a hefty tall man with a stern angered look on his face, yet something about that image didn’t make him tremble. Instead, he pushes his car seat back and rests an elbow onto the rolled down part of the window, “In fact, how can I be sure that none of this is a scam?” He asks with a twitch of his brow.

“We don’t ask for trust, we ask for money. Don’t be shocked when the police call you to collect her body tomorrow morning.” Sehun bites his bottom lip, and turns to glance at the suitcase sitting on his backseat.

“You either bring us the money, or we kill her. It’s simple.” He pulls down his sleeve and wipes the sweat on his forehead. While glancing into his mirror, Sehun notices just how red rimmed his eyes are.

“I’ll bring you the million dollars.”

Sehun pauses, thick eyebrows creasing. The man smiles, nodding briefly at his accomplices who began shuffling to begin the next stages of their plan.

“And then you can kill her.”

The smile on Chanyeol’s face faltered, he blinks slowly, unsure if he heard correctly. “Y-you want us to kill her?”

There is a small silence in which a small smile meddles it’s way back to Sehun’s lips. Sehun hums, whilst reaching into his pocket to grab his pack of cigarettes. “You heard me, kill the woman.”

After successfully lighting a cigarette, Sehun draws a long puff, taking glimpses of the moon hiding behind the broken clouds. “Mr Oh, do you still think this is some kind of joke?” Chanyeol walks towards a seat, and his team catch the look of strange shock written in his features. He scrunches his nose, demolishing his look of seriousness for a mere second, but then those heavy brows drew back together and he seemed like a different man.

Sehun rests his head on his seat, “You want the money, and I want her dead. This is a perfect win-win situation.” Baekhyun’s eyes widen once he hears these words, “What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” He mouths, eyes so wide they could tear apart. Chanyeol blinks back rapidly, and looks around the hall to see the look of bewilderment on his crew’s faces. He takes a deep breath,

“It’s a deal. The alleyway behind the Seoul tattoo parlour, it has a broken semi-flashing sign, cracked window and a huge poster of a naked she-male, can’t miss it. Be there in two hours, bring the money. And listen, don’t try anything smart.”

Chanyeol cuts the call and drops the phone. From the corner of his eyes, he takes note of a panicky Baekhyun pacing from one side of the hall to the other, quietly freaking out, “Oh my God, we’re going to jail, we’re going to jail, we’re going to jail, we’re going to jail.”

“Well, we didn’t expect that.” Minseok mutters, crouching down to pick up the phone, it’s screen now permanently damaged with a clean crack. “You didn’t have to make a deal with him!” Baekhyun yells, turning on his heels to point a finger at the already trembling taller male. Chanyeol shakes his head and throws his hands up, “Well what the fuck was I supposed to do? Should I have said ‘Sorry, we’re not real kidnappers, we weren’t ever going to harm your wife, we just want money.’ ?!”

You groaned, turning on the couch with your head digging into a pillow. “Will you dumbasses shut up? You’ll wake her up and then it’ll be an issue if she starts screaming.” Kyungsoo whispers, walking over to flick Baekhyun on the forehead. The male muttered something under his breath and sat on the other couch, hands pressed desperately against his face. “We’re going to jail.” He whispers, holding back a wail and Minseok rolls his eyes.

Jongdae finally removes his headset, completely unbeknownst of the chaotic yet somehow stoic position that the gang had fallen into. “I’m tracking his car, he’s still far. Side note, it was hard to break into the details of his laptop, but from what I could see, that man has been watching some questionable videos.” Chanyeol nods, Sehun was definitely a questionable human being, one that would go as far as having his own wife killed. But why?

“Did you access his bank details? That’s the important part.” Minseok asks, “Of course I did and- YAH! Did you break my phone?!” You jolt awake at the sudden shout, eyes blinking till the swirling ceiling above you came to a standstill. Kyungsoo slaps a hand onto his forehead and Baekhyun finally begins wailing out loud.

You blink, and then suddenly, a face with two large smiling eyes appears above you. “Good morning.” He says, upside down face dangling inches from yours and you scream while automatically kicking away the blanket that you had been tucked into.

Kyungsoo slides the hand that was on his forehead down his face and Chanyeol panicks, not only because you were now throwing fists, but also because Kyungsoo was giving him evils like never before.

“I didn’t mean to scare her!” Chanyeol yells over your nonsensical shouting. He stumbles, holding a pillow against his chest to protect himself from your feeble punches, “Who are you?! Where am I?! What do you want?! I DEMAND AN ANSWER!” You screeched at the top of your lungs and Minseok covered his ears in hopes that you would just disappear.

Chanyeol attempts to hold your arms but it only fuelled your anger further and you began using your skills from your karate lessons that you took almost seven years ago. They were weak, you admitted. But anything was good enough right now.

Kyungsoo seemingly enjoyed the whole scene, it was nice watching Chanyeol get beaten up rather than having to do it himself for once.

Your mind was floating with a rush of fear, confusion and adrenaline. You had never seen these men before, nor did you think anyone would have a strong motive to attack you.

When you had finally ran out of strength, you held up a vase from the table for self defence, “Don’t come near or I’ll hit you with it.” You threatened, trying to bring as much wrath into your voice as possible. Although, you were more than sure you sounded like a wounded child crying for help, it was hopeless.

Chanyeol lifts his hands as if surrendering, “Look, there’s something you need to know. Your husband-“

“What did you do to him? Is he okay? Where did- Sehun?! Sehun! Babe, are you here?!” Silence sat among the members, not one of them knew how to properly respond to your question.

It irked you how none of them attempted to answer your questions. Why you? What had you ever done? Your blood boiled, heat caused your own skin to crawl uncomfortably and you wished this wasn’t happening.

Chanyeol pushes his hair back revealing a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His ears were ripe red, and you glanced all over his concerned features picturing the worst image in your mind, “No, you didn’t kill him, did you?” You ask softly, the tremble in your voice obvious.

Minseok takes one look at your water brimmed eyes and was almost sure that perhaps for once, he felt sympathy for one of their victims.

“Actually,” Chanyeol begins, “He wants us to kill you.”

The vase clatters to the ground.

Baekhyun’s whimpering increases, “But I don’t wanna go to jail.”

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baekhyuniebacon-blog · 5 years

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Prisoner - part 2

Baekhyun x reader

summary: Y/N works in a prison where Baekhyun comes to sit his 6 year imprisonment. He catches Y/N’s attention right away and it’s hard for her to keep herself away from him. Weird events make her avoid him but Baekhyun needs her help. He's the main suspect to a murder but swears he didn't do it. Will Y/N trust him and let her feelings take over?

warnings: violence, mentions of death and blood, cursing

words: 2,2k

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Whole night you tried to find more about Baekhyun but in the end you were left with nothing new. Every article was about police reports about him. The first shock you had about him was fading when you started to think about it. He kills for money. If someone wants to revenge on someone or if someone owes something, He gets an offer to kill them to get money in return. You couldn’t think anyone who would wish your death, so you were able to fall asleep.

You were still curious though and decided to talk to one prisoner who could know about him. Kim Jongdae, better known as Chen. He didn’t like to use his real name and tried to keep his personal information to himself. He knew literally anything, he was like the human version of google. You had been secretly bringing snacks to him and you trusted him. He was a super talented hacker. When he once logged into bank’s and police station’s databases his friend busted him and that’s why he came here.

Chen was in the 2nd floor of the prison and in the very end. The hall was long and there wouldn’t have been any problem to walk through it but as you were the only woman, everyone started to yell once you went past a cell. They called your name, if they knew it, some pick-up lines were thrown here and there too. They sounded so annoying and disgusting that you got nauseous and kept your eyes on your apron. This made you think about how Baekhyun had pleaded you yesterday, he sounded desperate like he just wanted to talk but these men, they wanted something else. Something you didn’t want to think about.

You finally reached to the end, standing in front of Chen’s cell. He was laying on his bed while staring at the ceiling and whistling. So that no one else would know why you went to talk with him, you opened the lock with your key. You had access to every place for cleaning, but you decided to use it to something else now. Checking that there were no guards in sight, you opened the door with a loud creak. Chen lifted his head because of it and saw you. “Snack time?” he asked once the door was locked again.

“Not this time” you laughed and walked to the bed, next to him. “What is it then?”. He stretched his arms and ruffled his brown, already messy, hair. You opened your phone to show him an article about Baekhyun that had a blurry security camera picture of him, but he was distinctly recognizable. “I want to know more about him” you said. Chen too your phone and went through the article while leaning his elbows to his thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation when he didn’t say anything for a moment, but you didn’t interrupt his thinking.

“Ah, Baekhyun. I don’t know much about him. How much do you know so I can try to maybe fill up at some places?” You took the phone and leaned to the wall behind you after checking the hall for guards, telling him that you only knew he was an assassin and that you knew what it meant “…and that’s pretty much it. He came here yesterday.”.

Chen nodded. “Well he’s 28 years old, A very experienced and respected among other assassins and hitmen thanks to his ability to think fast and to not get caught. This time something went wrong if he’s here, I guess. His personal life is far from my reach too because he keeps everything to himself. He is, I don’t know..”

“Mysterious?” you finish his sentence with a sigh. This meant that you were back to zero of getting information about him. Every other prisoner here, everything about them was found from the net but Baekhyun seemed to be more careful of what things he let others have. Chen saw the disappointment from your face and looked confused. He thought for a moment and then a huge grin grew to his face. “Eyy, you like him, don’t you?” he said teasingly, slightly punching you on your upper arm. He started to laugh at your widened eyes because it meant he was right. You didn’t want to admit it though. It wasn’t a crush to be exact, you were just curious about him. How can you fear a man and then next you are interested? “Shut up” You hit Chen back and got up to leave. “Wait! When are you bringing snacks?” he stopped you. “Maybe tomorrow” You smiled. He whined like always that it was unfair for him to have to wait for so long.

Luckily guards didn’t catch you and no one ever looked at the security cameras at day time, so you were out of troubles for now. At lunch you decided to avoid Baekhyun and sat in the corner the cafeteria. Normally staff ate in their own room, but you preferred sitting with the prisoners, weird huh? There they didn’t usually bother you like in the halls and your boss thought you hated being with them, so he didn’t do anything about it. Today was indeed a soup day and your stomach was growling. Two guys were fighting at the table next to you but guards didn’t do anything about it, they just enjoyed the show. They were punching each other, pulling each other’s hair and even biting. Loud talking and laughing filled the cafeteria but in a good way. There wasn’t that deafening hustle and bustle like usually.

The metal chair made an irritating sound when you dragged it against the floor to get it closer to the table. You made yourself as comfortable as you could and as you were about to but the spoonful on tasty soup into your mouth, a tuft of hair flew right into your bowl. Your spoon dropped on the tray as you closed your eyes and let out a quiet whine. The guys stopped the fighting and you eyed then with your eyes squint to little lines. “You just couldn’t stop the fight like 5 seconds earlier…” you muttered to yourself.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” A familiar voice asked as a tray was placed opposite to yours. It was Baekhyun, of course. He took a seat and smirked to you like yesterday as if it was glued to his lips. You just shrugged and pushed the soup away from your face while sticking your tongue out to it in disgust. Baekhyun watched at you while you did it and took a look of the soup and sneered. “I guess you aren’t going to eat it”

“Nope, thanks to them” you said and nodded your head towards the men. You were tired, hungry and frustrated so you just leaned to your arm and stared at Baekhyun who was now focused on spreading butter on his bread. This gave you a moment to look at his features better. He didn’t look like he was 28 more liked 22 like you. His skin looked soft, and his hair was extremely fluffy and shined in the light. You had to remind yourself that he was a criminal but totally didn’t look like he was. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t believe yourself for thinking about him like this. Before he could catch you staring at him you looked down at the tray.

“Here. Take this, your stomach sounds hungry” Baekhyun said as a bowl of soup was placed in front of your nose. He took your hair soup to him and just ate the bread. You blushed. “Is it that loud?” You asked in embarrassed. “But you should still eat, it’s yours” you said and lifted the bowl only to Baekhyun place it down. “I insist” He smiled and gave his spoon.

“Fine” you said and started to happily eat it. You truly were hungry because soon the bowl was empty. Baekhyun laughed the softest laugh you had ever heard, and it was so contagious you had to smile too. Why was he so damn adorable? You were supposed to be afraid of him god dammit. You knew you couldn’t show that you were interested or thought that he was cute. People could easily start to think you two had something between you too. That’s why you tried not to smile.

“So…you’re Y/N, right?” he asked while munching the last piece of his bread. “How do you know my name?” you asked while lifting your brow? It was a stupid question though, almost everyone knew your name here. Baekhyun pointed at the table behind him and to a black-haired man, Chanyeol. He was a calm prisoner and never had troubles, but he was kind of the creepy type. He liked you and as you didn’t give him the answer he wanted, it turned to an obsession. He literally did anything to get your attention when he had a chance. “He likes you btw” he said as he turned back to you and with the corner of your eye you could see him winking. You nodded while keeping your eyes on Chanyeol, thank god he was facing his back to you or else he would get the wrong picture if he saw you staring at him. “Wait, do you like him too?” he asked and studied your face.

“Oh, god no. More like the opposite” You said fast and turned back to him. He nodded slowly and put all the dishes back on the tray. He pursed his lips together and muttered something, but you couldn’t hear what he said. “You’re Baekhyun, right?” you asked and looked at your hands and all the cuts you had from cleaning. They were always so dry from the soap water and you didn’t have time to put cream on them. It hurt, but you were kind of used of it. “You did some research too. I see…” Baekhyun said. "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill anyone" he suddenly continued and got up from the table. “See you around, Y/N” he smirked and walked off, pouring the hair soup on the man's head whose hair tuft had flown to the bowl. You held your laugh at the man's reaction. He just stared at Baekhyun who blew a sarcastic kiss to the man and man how much that annoyed the man. He didn't go after Baekhyun as his friend stopped him and patted him on the shoulder.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior. He was just a tease and it didn't help you with the little 'crush' you had. It was probably just those where you meet a good looking guy and instantly like him, then after few days or a week you wonder why you even liked the guys. Above it all, it would probably be baneful to be together with a prisoner.

In the evening, your arms and legs were aching from so much from work. After you had cleaned the cafeteria twice and some cells that got empty. Now you still had the halls to clean. Seemed like you were over working again.

The first floor was the most empty now so it was quiet and you enjoyed it. "Hey, Y/N!" A man whisper shouted from the cell next to you. You lifted your head to see an orange haired man, leaning against the bars. "What do you want Sehun?" you sighed and continued to mob the grey floor. If something made the prison even more gloomy than it already was, was that everything was grey or the same color as brick. Only the cafeteria and the offices had white in them.

Sehun the man who called you was a weird case. You wouldn't say he was crazy but something like that. He was really paranoid, about everything. "You know the new prisoner, right? Named Baekhyun" he asked. You nodded and lifted your head to look at him. "Listen..." he started and pushed his hair back and checked that no one was near. "You should stay away from him" he continued and crossed his arms to his chest. He spoke weirdly, like he was being wary about what he was saying, like Baekhyun would just jump somewhere.

"What do you mean?" you asked and took step closer to him, leaning on the mob you had in your hands. "Well he's the best assassin and them boom! He gets caught and comes here, isn't it weird?"

You furrowed your brows. "What are you talking about-". You were cut with a sound of a gunshot. You got startled and jumped slightly in surprise. The other prisoners started to gather behind their cells' bars, trying to find the source of the sound. Automatically you started to go towards the voice. Sehun tried to call your name but you didn't care.

The gunshot came from the old side where Baekhyun was and you thought it was him who got shot. Maybe he annoyed the guard and he had had enough. You hoped that it wasn’t him, you didn’t know much about him and still wanted to know more. From walking you switched to running and turned fast to the old side. You stopped when you almost stumbled on a body that was laying on the floor with a bloody hole in his forehead. But it wasn't Baekhyun, it was one of the guards. Baekhyun was in his cell, peeking his head from between the bars and the gun, that supposedly was the murder weapon, was on the floor right in front him.

I forgot to put this to queue so this comes late sorry~ I hope you like it💕

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years

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The Wanderers

Part Two of The Experiments Universe

Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller, experiment au

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jongin

Summary: After escaping the hell that was EXO Applied Sciences, Jongin was lost. While some of his brothers were able to settle down, he was restless. And his powers were still growing. Never staying in place too long, Jongin and a few others have been watching their backs, knowing that there were people still out there, wanting to take them back. Someone is closing in and you, an innocent, are sucked into the world you never asked to be apart of….

Warning: none

Part: Prologue I 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I 17 I 18 I Final

Jongin didn’t relax until the bus actually started moving and had left the city limits. Tao sat next to him on the luxury liner, fiddling with something in his hands. A sigh of relief escaped from Jongin’s lungs. They’d made it out, unharmed and avoiding capture. And this just proved that he was right, that EXO hadn’t given up on them.

Buses were the safest way to travel for them; minimal information needed and at any given stop they could get off, hop on another bus, and go in a completely different direction. They had waited all night at the station to get on this ride to freedom. Jongin’s muscles were stiffening up, but he didn’t care, they’d made it out.

Not everyone was as happy with the swiftness of the escape, however.

“You could have let us say goodbye to (y/n), at least,” Jongdae grumbled, finally voicing his opinion on the matter from across the aisle.

Baekhyun echoed his sentiments. “We still had her baking dish. And yet you,” he poked Jongin in the shoulder from behind through the space in the seats, “wouldn’t let us drop it off at the bar.”

By an impressive show of self-control, Jongin slumped down in his seat, pressing his forehead against the window. The vibrations from the moving bus caused his head to jostle, but he labored through it.

“Why did you even go to her rescue?” Tao murmured, not looking at the person beside him.

Jongin shrugged, keeping his eyes out on the fields passing by. “I don’t know. Involuntary reflex?”

Poking his head through the upside down triangle space, his cheek leaning against the side of the seat, Baekhyun pouted his bottom lip. “I’m going to miss her. I mean, I know we didn’t know her that well, but she was warm. It was nice to be around that again.”

Jongin scoffed. Sitting up, he turned to look at the man like he was insane. “Warm? We didn’t even know her! She could have been apart of EXO for all we know. She could have known exactly who we were and been the reason they found us in the first place! You’d think after years of torture you’d learn not to trust people so easily.”

Scowling, Baekhyun huffed back into his seat. Under his breath, he grumbled, “Just because she chose Junmyeon, now you think every girl is a traitor or going to turn against you.”

Tao's eye widened in surprise. “Who chose Junmyeon? What girl?”

Controlling his temper was becoming nearly impossible. Jongin jumped up, shuffled past Tao and hurried to the bathroom in the back. Once the door was closed, he banged his fist against the counter, calming down as the tingling feeling from the impact run up his arm. With his back against the door, he slid down to the ground, the tiny, claustrophobic space forcing his knees to be mere centimeters from his face.

Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Why did they have to keep bringing her up? Didn’t they know that all he wanted was to forget?

If he could have one wish, it would be to completely erase those years in the cage, the years of being poked and shocked and treated like an animal. To have grown up in a world where he simply went to school and was an average person with average abilities. Maybe if he’d been that normal, every day person, he would have been more open to someone like you. He wouldn’t have this hostile nature towards anyone who showed him any bit of kindness. But pasts leave their marks. The last time he’d let someone in, it’d blown up in his face.

He kicked out his foot, hitting the base of the toilet and rattling room. A gentle knock echoed off the door.

“Jongin, are you okay?”

Kyungsoo.

Sighing, Jongin pushed himself up to his feet and opened the door. His shorter friend looked up at him with concerned eyes.

“I’m fine,” Jongin lied.

The tension in Kyungsoo’s gaze told Jongin that he didn’t believe it at all. Then again, he never did believe Jongin when he said he was fine, even in those rare moments he actually was.

“Baekhyun told Tao everything,” Kyungsoo warned him as he stepped out into the aisle. They stayed in the back of the bus, still giving Jongin time to cool off. “About how we escaped and the house in the woods and… you know.”

Before Jongin could reply, the bus screeched to a sudden halt. They ran to the others, in search for answers.

“What’s going on?” Jongin huffed.

Tao shrugged while the others looked around. None of the passengers seemed to understand the situation as they all stood up from their seats, They crowded around the windows, trying to find what made the bus stop moving.

With a hiss, the main door opened and multiple men in black armor boarded the bus.

“So much for escaping on time,” Chanyeol whispered.

The seven hybrids grouped together, ready for the fight to come.

Your head hurt when you came to. Bright lights above stung at your eyes as they struggled to adjust to your new surroundings. Slowly, you sat up, the muscles in your back tight and knotted. The mattress below you was lumpy and thin. The walls were a fresh white, intensifying the artificial light. To your left, there was a giant mirror, reflecting your rough image back to you. Slipping off the bed, you walked up to the glass, knocking your fist against it.

“Hello?” you called out.

The last thing you remembered was being chased down by Detective Kim, who was obviously not a part of your town’s police department. He said he was looking for Kai and the others. What was going on? What had you been dragged into?

“Hello!”

A panel in the wall with the dimensions of a door next to the mirror slide away, revealing another room behind the glass. A women with black hair streaked with gray pulled up into a tight, perfect bun, wearing a pristine lab coat over her regular clothes stepped into your current quarters. Behind her, Detective Kim, who now wore black, military-like gear and a smirk on his thin lips. Another person in similar clothing completed the trio, but their face was covered by a blacked out helmet.

“Hello, (y/n),” the woman greeted in a soothing voice.

“Where am I?” you questioned. She already knew your name, probably thanks to Detective Kim. You didn’t really care who she was; you just wanted to go home.

She answered your question easily. “You’re in one of the man research facilities for EXO Applied Sciences.”

EXO? You’d heard of the company, if only through snippets here and there. They were supposed to be a research company, mostly for diseases and cures from what you’d read. Their main headquarters had blown up thanks to a gas leak a little over six months ago. The news all over the country had had a field day, talking about unsafe practices and negligent employees.

Shaking your head, you tried to remain calm. What did a research facility want with you?

“Why am I here?” you asked out loud.

The small smile that had been on her face slipped away. Her eyes briefly flickered to Detective Kim.

“We received word that you were in contact with the subjects that we’re seeking.”

“Subjects?” you echoed, confused about who she was referring to.

She ignored you. “Sergeant Kim here was supposed to keep an eye on you to see if you could help us track down the subjects since they disappeared. However, he jumped the gun and brought you in too early. We’ve already found their escape route and will be sending a team to fetch them immediately. Thankfully, they’re close by without even knowing it.”

Wait. Was she talking about Kai and the others? What did she want with them? Why was she calling them “subjects”? The gears in your head were turning, trying to get some sort of answer, but you weren’t sure you wanted to find out.

“Since you are here,” she continued, “we’ll hold onto you for now. Perhaps you’ll be helpful in keeping them in line this time around. They can be very stubborn, but from what Sergeant Kim here was able to find out, they’ve become attached to you in a very short time.” She shook her head. “Those boys and a female. I’ll never understand.”

She turned to leave, but before disappearing from the room, she threw over her shoulder, “My name is Dr. Wang, by the way. You should probably know that as we will be seeing a lot of each other now.”

Sergeant Kim smiled at you sickly before following the doctor out. The one in the helmet remained for a few seconds longer. Their gaze seemed to be trained on you, causing you shrink back in uneasiness. Without a sound, they marched out of the room, the panel sliding shut until it was invisible again.

Kai was in danger - probably had been ever since you met him - and now you were too. What did she mean that they would use you to keep the boys in line?

Your head was spinning from all you’d just learned and what you still didn’t know. And now they were going after Kai and the others, to bring them back here.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you tried to keep your breathing even. What had you gotten yourself into?

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years

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Together For Real (ChanyeolxYOUxKris) Mini Series 3

Mini Masterlist

Picture not mine, found everything on Google

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Canon/EXO Universe Genre: Angst | Fluff Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Kris Trigger Warning: Distrust, Feeling of Betrayal, basically some angsty stuff. Word Count: 1,824

Plot: You, an EXO manager, developed a dangerous relationship with Kris and one day he suddenly left EXO and it left you devastated. For some reason, you found yourself being in a relationship again with one of the boys. And it’s Park Chanyeol.You set boundaries with him, but he shamelessly breaks all the rules making you want to run away.

It has been four days since your last official work day and you’re finally settling into your new apartment. Since moving out of your parents’ house and moving in with Jae, you’ve never really been alone, ever. The feeling of being independent excites you. Like you’re a bird that has been freed from your cage for the first time.

Jae’s aunt’s place was renovated a little bit for your convenience since she considers Jae as her daughter, she welcomed you with warmness similar to your mother’s. She said a friend of Jae is always welcome in the family and you thanked both of them for being such great and loving people. Jae’s aunt even gave you a lot of food that made your fridge full to the brim. Jae assured you that you’ll be well fed in her aunt’s care.

You were really thrilled and ecstatic for your new arrangement but Chanyeol, on the other hand, wasn’t. Since finding out about your resignation a few days ago, your phone hasn’t really calmed on with notifications unless you turn the damn thing off. So far you have 350 text messages and 500 kakaotalk messages to read plus 100 missed phone calls to delete, all from Chanyeol. You thought about blocking his number but you didn’t want to be like Kris. You at least wanted to give him the explanation he deserves but for now, you weren’t ready to face him just yet.

You needed a break away from Chanyeol, something you have been longing for for a long time now. Because he broke all the rules you set for him. Just two simple rules and he let himself breach it audaciously.

Do not fall in love with me.

That one time when the EXO boys went out for drinks, Chanyeol got really drunk, even Junmyeon got angry with him. Almost half of them got drunk, but Chanyeol was particularly rowdy that night. He keeps pulling pranks on Junmyeon and Kyungsoo, which the others find hilarious. What really pissed him off was Chanyeol’s buzzed advances on you. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, keeps playing with your hair, fiddling with the hem of your dress. The only thing that appeased Junmyeon, stopping him from beating Chanyeol to a pulp was your assurance that you were fine and that it meant nothing to you.

When you got him home to his newly bought condo, (to his own request) that’s when the drunken confession ensued. He keeps saying he loves you and how he wants to be with you while crying with his face buried in your stomach. You knew this isn’t just the alcohol speaking. You knew he remembers everything even when he’s drunk. You knew that he has fallen for you already, that he somehow developed feelings for you even when you keep telling him not to.

Do not be clingy or needy.

The audacity of Park Chanyeol!

You knew his clinginess will show sooner or later. When Sehun asked for your help with his English study materials, since you’re the only one among the managers who was bilingual, Chanyeol didn’t take that in good favor at all. He kept shooting daggers towards Sehun all throughout that day; thankfully no one noticed his silent hostility towards the poor, innocent and unsuspecting maknae who only genuinely needed your knowledge in something he knows you're good at.

That night you both argued about Sehun. You were much, much calmer than he was, listening to his heated words and only reacting when you needed to. All he ever did that night was shout and cry about how Sehun was flirting with you and how you easily fell for the younger man’s sleek tricks. You pacified his fury with your body and only after the angry sex; you then realized that he was jealous of Sehun. He was beginning to be the possessive monster you told him not to be, that’s when your stress started.

Just when you’re about to crawl into bed, your ringtone blasted and you jump up in surprise. You gaze at your phone and saw that Jae was calling.

“Why are you calling, I’m about to sleep you scared the shit out of me.” You answered the phone with a fake scoff.

“I’m sorry for what’s about to happen, I’m really sorry.” It was the only thing Jae said before abruptly ending the call. You furrowed your eyebrows as you cock your head to the side in complete confusion.

The moment you placed your phone back down on your nightstand, someone started furiously knocking on your door. Your heart almost jumped out of your ribcage for the second time tonight. The knocking was nonstop and you stood up from your bed finally after recovering from the almost cardiac arrest. How rude, you thought, it’s almost Twelve AM on a Saturday night and you weren’t expecting anyone. Not Jae nor her aunt.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!’ You shouted to whoever it was on your door while you prod your way to the door flicking the lights on in the process.

The frantic knocking stops when the person on the other side heard you respond. You pull the main door open wide and saw the silhouette of a very tall man through the screen. You knew exactly who it was even though his form is the only thing you see, the really thin screen door was the only thing separating you from him and he pried it open. His face was dark, sullen and bitter under the small light from above your door. It has been a full week since you last saw him.

“Ch—Chanyeol…” Your voice was shaky with complete surprise. You were definitely not expecting him at all. His face softens when he saw the apprehension on your expression and a sigh exit his mouth.

“Can I come in?” Chanyeol asks as he runs his fingers through his newly colored gray hair. You can still smell the ammonia radiating from his head.

You didn’t respond to his request, instead, you nod your head once and turn your back on him. You hear the silent click of your main door’s knob indicating it was being shut close as you make your way inside. Chanyeol’s arms encircled your tiny frame from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck as inhales your scent deep in his lungs as if it was his only lifeline.

“I missed you.” Chanyeol murmurs and the vibration of his deep voice sent shivers all over your skin.

“Chanyeol I—“ You tried pushing him off, wiggling out of his arms but his cling to your body tightens.

“Why did you suddenly leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were quitting?” Chanyeol started peppering your neck with kisses, sucking your earlobe as he whispers his question to you. The heat of his breath made your eyes flutter closed.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t let me leave.” You answered while your eyes were still closed. Your breath started to hitch when one of his hand snakes up from under your silk pajama top, his calloused palm gently caresses the smooth skin of your stomach.

“You didn’t answer my first question… It’s me isn’t it?” Chanyeol twirl you around, his hand that was on your stomach now gently rubbing a soothing stroke on the small of your back.

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry. Just please come back.” He looks at you deep in your soul, his eye burning with love and yearning.

“I can’t come back now, I already have another job. I’m starting in 2 weeks.” You explain as you look back at him.

“Then at least come back to me. I can’t be without you, please…” Chanyeol begs, eyes welling at the corners with silent tears. You can tell he was trying really hard not to cry, but the moment his tears involuntarily trickle down his cheeks, he started sobbing nonstop. He drops to his knees and plants his face on your bare thighs, hot tears stream down the skin of your legs.

Your heart broke as he bawls his feelings out right in front of you. You said you wanted to be released from Chanyeol, but your heart was still weak for him. Your walls melt every time he cries and that’s his power over you, maybe you mellowed out as you spent time with him. He didn’t know he can influence you like this, Chanyeol's tears were real and came from the heart. You know his sincerity but you’re still shut down from him because you think you were still hung up from Kris. You should’ve moved on a long time ago but you know you are ruined because of him.

For some reason, you wiggled your way out from Chanyeol’s hold and he lets you go. His arms limp on the sides as he continues to weep like a lost child. You hurriedly grab a bottle of water from your fridge, stood Chanyeol up from his slump and sat him down on the ottoman in the middle of your tiny apartment. You crack open the cap of the water bottle and push the drink near his mouth.

“Drink this.” You instruct and Chanyeol lets you guide the mouth of the bottle to his lips. His huge hand hovered over yours as you both tip it, drinking half the content of the bottle.

Chanyeol's breathing was still erratic from sobbing, but the tears were no longer in his eyes. His whole face red, eyes full of gloom. He finally looks up at you after a while, his eyes softly twinkle when the light hits it. Holding Chanyeol’s face with both hands, you wipe away the almost dried tears with your thumbs gingerly. With shaky hands, he secures your hips with his warm palms and gently caresses it up and down to your mid thighs, eyes moving around; seeking your face for something.

“Channie—“ You started speaking but was cut off quickly when Chanyeol pulls you down to him, straddling his lap between your legs. He wraps his arms around your torso in a tight squeeze, face finds solace in the crook of your neck again. Your throat releases a tiny squeak with his surprising move.

There were no more words after that, tight hugs and exchange of kisses were enough for the both of you. You texted Jae that Chanyeol fell asleep and she responded that you have to set an alarm by 5 AM so that they can still grab a few stuff back from the dorm before he was needed for the shooting of the new EXO music video.

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