#kim jongdae drabble

[jongbross]

If you ever come back can you write something on exo's reaction to your parents not accepting your relationship?

baekhyun, jongdae, kyungsoo

it's up to you. they don't care about your parents' opinion (respectfully), because they're dating you, not them. what do you wanna do next? break up? keep going? they will follow your lead, but please fight for them a little bit.

minseok, junmyeon, yixing

they think you should consider what your parents are telling you too. they know they are YOUR PARENTS and they're important for you, so these boys don't want you to disrespect them. they will gladly accept being in a relationship where they don't have much contact with your family though, it's okay, and they won't hold it against you.

chanyeol, jongin, sehun

very close to their own family, so they can't imagine being in a relationship where your parents don't like them or whatever. might try it because it's you and they love you, but it's kinda bittersweet. there will probably be arguments over it, but i promise they will try to make it work (keyword is try).

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[way-of-the-sun]

Even when it rains

@exols-silver-christmas

This is my Secret Santa gift for @tao-lay. It was a lot of fun to participate again this year and I hope this little story warms your heart during these cold months.

Genre: fluff, tiniest bit of angst

Prompt: something soft, something domestic, something that soothes the soul

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho)/Kim Jongdae (Chen)

Drabble

Words: 1.012

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Junmyeon was sitting at his desk, trying and failing to come up with some lyrics for his upcoming new solo album. His eyes were unfocused and he was gripping a pen lightly between his fingers. It must have been hours of him sitting there, trying to be productive but his brain just wouldn’t cooperate.

Junmyeon sighed and lifted his gaze to look out of the window. The sky was grey and it was raining heavily. The raindrops falling against the window were making a calming sound and lulled Junmyeon even further into a state of listlessness. A deep sigh left his mouth.

The last few weeks were stressful for all of Exo but Junmyeon bore a heavier burden as the leader. There was so much criticism, so much hate against one of their members and all of this made for a melancholic and emotional atmosphere. A few weeks ago Jongdae announced that he was going to be a father and the backlash wasn’t pretty.

Junmyeon got blind sided by the news when Jongdae first told all the members about his growing family. But he was happy for him nonetheless. Just like all the other members. Everyone encouraged him and Junmyeon could still remember the happiness that lightened up Jongdae's face when he received all the love from his Exo members. He remembered hugging Jongdae tight for longer than necessary and how Jondae's arms tightened around his body when he whispered words of support into Jongdae's ear.

But even though all the Exo members were happy and supportive, Junmyeon feared that Jongdae would get lots of hate for starting a family and marrying his girlfriend from some fans and in the end Junmyeon‘s fears came true. It hurt to know that his member, his dear friend for many years had to go through all this trouble just because the industry and some fans couldn’t accept that even though they’re idols, they still have a life outside of their job.

Lightning brightened the sky and the following thunder pulled Junmyeon out of his spiralling thoughts. He sighed again and buried his hand in his hair.

„I have to get it together…“ he murmured and gripped the pen tighter. Just when he wanted to start working on his lyrics again a knock on the door interrupted his half-hearted attempt.

Junmyeon put the pen down and turned to face the door.

„Come in.“ he said and waited for the person outside to come inside. A small surprised sound left his mouth when he saw Jongdae standing in the door frame. Jongdae was clutching an umbrella in his right hand, raindrops falling down onto the floor. He was wearing comfortable clothes and it looked like he came to visit Junmyeon straight after finishing his daily vocal lessons.

„Hyung…“ The unusually silent voice surprised and alarmed Junmyeon. There has seldom been a day when Jongdae was quiet. Junmyeon mustered his unexpected companion and saw deep circles under his eyes. The whole aforementioned situation seemed to affect his friend more than he wanted to admit maybe even to himself. Junmyeon knew that he had to be strong for Jongdae right now so he did what he did best and straightened his spine, put on his most comforting smile and invited Jongdae in.

„Come, sit down.“ Junmyeon gestured to the comfortable couch which was a new addition to this room. After a few too many nights of him falling asleep on his desk, trying to write lyrics, Junmyeon decided that he needed a place better suited for taking a nap. After pestering his manager he finally got his brand new couch where Jongdae now gingerly sat on. He looked smaller than normally sitting there. Exhausted and sad.

Jongdae’s facial expression plucked at Junmyeon's heartstrings and he knew that he had to interfere. So with the gentlest voice he asked this one important question.

„What is bothering you?“

Jongdae lifted his head and looked straight at Junmyeon, exhaling loudly.

„Hyung… shouldn’t they be happy for me?“ This quietly uttered question nearly broke Junmyeon’s heart. He immediately knew what Jongdae was talking about so Junmyeon stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down next to his friend. He put his arms around Jongdae’s shoulders and just hugged him tight for a moment. Jongdae returned the embrace and melted into the warm and strong arms surrounding him. When Junmyeon felt Jongdae melting into his embrace he started to speak again.

„They should. And I know for sure that so many people are happy for you. Including all of the boys and including me.“ Junmyeon stroked Jongdae’s hair. It had gotten longer and Junmyeon knew that Jongdae would trim his hair in the near future. But for now Junmyeon just let the strands of hair run through his fingers, occasionally playing with the ends of Jongdae's hair.

„Everything will be fine.“ He whispered. Jongdae didn’t say anything for a few seconds but then his quite voice could be heard.

„Thank you.“ Jongdae's arms squeezed Junmyeon's waist.

Junmyeon didn’t say anything any more just nodded and cradled his precious friend inside his arms. It didn’t take long before Jongdae’s breathing got deeper and his body sagged against Junmyeon’s. Smiling softly, Junmyeon relaxed into the couch and looked down on his friend sleeping in his arms. All the sorrow seemed to have left Jongdae’s face and Junmyeon felt the urge to just protect him always.

Junmyeon kissed him lightly on the brow and gripped him tighter, not wanting to let him go. The scent of Jongdae's shampoo drifted into his nose and Junmyeon took a beep breath, enjoying this closeness.

Jongdae was shuffling deeper into the warmth of the couch and the body heat of his companion. Junmyeon gazed at him full of affection and love.

„I will always be there for you.“

Junmyeon listened to the rain that was pelting against the windows. The sound was lulling him to sleep. He closed his eyes and just before he drifted off to sleep a soft whisper left his lips.

„Even when it rains.“

[miramizar]

It's a love that's meant to be - Chapter 4

Summary: Drabble based on the word "Childish".

Genre/Category: Humour, fluff

Characters/Ship: Xiumin, Suho, Chen, Kai; Kimbros

Word count: 449

Crossposted on AO3

AN: Here's a Kimbros story, becase I love stories about the four Kims being real siblings ♡ Here I imagined the other members being the plushies - Sehun belongs to Jongin, Chanyeol and Baekhyun belong to Jongdae, and Junmyeon had Tao but only has Kyungsoo and Yixing now while Minseok has outgrown them (or so he says, maybe he's the one taking care of the broken ones or something). Also Minseok seems to be quite a bit older than his siblings here, right? I don't really know what to make of it, it just turned out that way hahah ｡ﾟ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡♡

“Give Sehun to me!”

“You forgot him in your closet for a month - I can look after him better than you do!”

Kim Minseok groaned and got up, leaving his unfinished manga behind on the bed as he went to see what the commotion was all about. Looking into the room next to his, he found two of his younger brothers fighting about a chicken plushie. Ah, so that's what it was, he thought in amusement.

“I had him first!” The youngest, Jongin, pulled on the chicken’s head while his big brother kept his hold on it’s legs firm.

“But he’s happier with me!”

“You do know that you’re talking about a plushie, right?” Minseok was trying hard not to laugh as he watched the fight unfold; it was a special kind of fight that happened rather frequently nowadays and though it never ended in violence it could lead to shouting and tears and the thought of that was enough for him to want to step in.

“Junmyeonnie, you know that Jongin is forgetful at times. We all know that he loves Sehun too, so why don’t you give him to your brother?”

Junmyeon pouted and looked down to the floor. “Because I also love Sehunnie.”

“You love all the plushies, Junmyeon, and you have two of your own. Can’t you let Jongin have this one?” Minseok winced as he saw his brother’s lip starting to quiver.

“But he broke Tao, what if he breaks Sehun too?!” Tears were rolling down Junmyeon’s cheeks now and Minseok let out a deep sigh. Junmyeon wasn’t that much younger than him, but he was the one who cried the most out of him and his brothers and so he took a step forward to comfort him - but someone was quicker than he was. 

“Hush, hyung, don’t cry. You’ve got me! You can cuddle with me whenever you want - I’m way better than any plushie!”

“Says the one who can’t sleep without his two dogs,” Minseok muttered, sticking his tongue out as Jongdae began to whine in protest. He then proceeded to take the chicken from Junmyeon’s hands, slowly and carefully, making sure that his brother nodded before giving it to Jongin.

“What do you say, Jonginnie?” 

Jongin sniffled, always tearing up when he saw others cry, and reached for Junmyeon’s hand.

“Thanks, hyung. I promise to protect Sehunnie with my life!” That made Junmyeon smile a little, and Minseok put his arms around them all, bringing them into a group hug.

“You three are so childish, seriously.” But I still love you, he added to himself, and he knew in his heart that his brothers felt the same way.

[ao3feed--ukr]

One more kiss

Читати на АО3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/57000307

Автор/ка Perlyna

Фанхати: EXO (Band)

Відносини: Kim Jongdae | Chen/Kim Minseok | Xiumin

Опис:

Jongdae spends his weekend at home while his hyung stays at dormitory. They miss each other.

Кількість слів: 1,010, Частини: 1/1

Рейтинг: General Audiences

Попередження: No Archive Warnings Apply

Категорії: M/M

Персонажі: Kim Jongdae | Chen, Kim Minseok | Xiumin

Додаткові теги: Fluff, First Kiss, exo dorms, Drabble, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, they just love eo idk, Love Confessions, some kind of, Short & Sweet

Читати на АО3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/57000307

[exhoe-imagines]

you know... → k.jd

summary → wedding planning with jongdae reminds you how much of a hassle he is. but, you can’t find it in yourself to really mind.

word count → 0.5k

warnings → wedding related things, reader is a future non-gendered married person,  jongdae and reader’s relationship is ambiguous so u can read it however u desire! he can be read as just a friend or the future hubby hehe

a/n → teehee this lil drabble is for my baby boo @trishmarieco​!! she’s doing her own wedding planning rn, and needed some stress relief -- so i’m here to deliver!! ;) - admin ruby

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“You know…” Jongdae starts for what feels like the countless time this afternoon, only furthering your regret for inviting him to this cake taste test. “I can’t say I like this one, either.” He says the words while his teeth hold his fork in place, bite already deep in his full stomach from every other flavor the bakery has to offer.

“You’ve said that about the last dozen, Dae,” you groan out, dropping your own fork back onto the small sample plate. If you have to take another bite of cake or icing, you’re entirely sure you might call off the wedding altogether.

He frowns after dropping his own plastic silverware -- and you can’t help but notice the few crumbs that move with his drooping lips. Without a word, you hand him a napkin from the table, and he wipes his face without even blinking. You’re always taking care of him.

“It’s not my fault the past dozen weren’t good enough.” He sighs, leaning back and patting his stomach.

You playfully swat his arm, hoping the bakery owner isn’t eavesdropping from her position in the kitchen. “You can’t just say that!” you seethe, though it’s clear your tone is far from harsh. Jongdae can never truly get on your nerves, and that’s the exact reason he’s the one in the chair across from you, playing footsie with you under the table.

It takes a second to pick up all your trash -- Jongdae has never been the neatest person -- and you mentally remind yourself to leave as big a tip as you can afford. And as he attempts to balance his plastic fork on his nose, you think anyone who has to spend a day with his shenanigans deserves some compensation. Oh, how rich you’d be.

The friendly woman returns a few minutes later to get your opinion on the newest flavor -- one you can’t even remember or distinguish in the flurry of tastes -- and thankfully your light kick to Jongdae’s shin under the table is enough to keep him from saying something that will cost more than your wedding budget can afford.

“Oh, we just can’t decide what to choose yet,” you lie, ignoring the snort from the smirking man across you. “So many options!”

You only join in his laughter once the door to the bakery is closed behind you, and the spare twenty in your back pocket has been safely deposited in the tip jar up front.

“You are insufferable!” you practically wheeze, bumping shoulders with Jongdae as you walk down the quiet street. “That poor, poor woman.” It’s quite ironic, you think, considering you feel very lucky as his warm hand grasps at yours. The tender feeling in your chest is certainly compensation enough for you, it seems.

He just grins, no remorse visible as he starts talking about the next bakery nearby. “You know…” he begins, and you let out the most exaggerated sigh possible, though it quickly turns into a laugh deep from your chest.

Jongdae continues to ramble, and you listen faintly to his fantastical ideas that’d empty your bank account in the blink of an eye. But, as his signature chuckle appears, and he squeezes your hand in that extra tight way that always manages to make you feel loved -- you can’t help but think, yes, this is exactly where I want to be.

[taexual]

Easy on You / Chen x Reader

Jongdae promises he’ll teach you how to play pool. Obviously, he didn’t expect you to be a natural at the game. Not to mention the amount of support you received from others.

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: fluff, jealous jongdae, & some sexual themes if you squint

Words: 2.4k

Request by @ trishmarieco : Hi there! Your writing is amazing <3 Requesting a Chen fun fluff related to him + reader playing pool. (Inspired by Amigo TV EXO-CBX where Chen whoops them all on pool!) Thanks in advance!!

Despite being in a relationship with Jongdae for almost a year now, the two of you still went on dates regularly, that is, at least once a week. If that wasn‘t possible, both of you made up for lost time by going out as often as you could just to spend time together. So, naturally, after visiting so many restaurants, it started to get boring.

“You know what,” Jongdae said after the two of you finished having dinner and were now waiting for the bill. “Let’s not go home yet.”

“And do what instead?” you asked with a small smile, always more than ready for an adventure with him.

“There’s this really cool sports bar across the street,” Jongdae said and then noticed your surprised expression. “Don’t worry, I’m not taking you there to watch football.”

“Oh, good,” you said, sighing in relief. “Because you know how much I love when sweaty old men yell into my ear.”

He laughed at this. “I’ll make sure no one yells into your ear. Unless it’s me.”

“Oh, sure, that’s better.”

Both of you laughed this time.

“No, but seriously. We could play pool there,” your boyfriend offered, giving a quick smile to the waiter who brought you the bill. “Thank you.”

“Pool?” you raised your eyebrows. “I don’t know how to play pool.”

“That’s great!” Jongdae said excitedly. “I’ll teach you.”

You already knew that Jongdae would not have enough patience to actually teach you how to properly play pool, but spending more time with him did sound fun, so you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Sure,” you said. “Let’s try that.”

The sports bar, surprisingly, wasn’t overcrowded. Jongdae must have known that not many people would be here tonight or he wouldn’t have brought you here since he knew how much you hated large crowds.

After helping you take your coat off, he guided you to the bar, where he left you for a moment to check if the two of you could play pool or if someone else was doing that right now. While you waited, you ordered a glass of coke.

Smiling, the bartender grabbed an empty glass. “You’re probably the only person in this bar who’s not ordering an alcoholic beverage.”

“I don’t like to drink,” you explained, shrugging your shoulders.

“And yet you’re in a bar…” the bartender said.

“Yeah,” Jongdae’s voice was heard behind you as you felt him place an arm around your waist. “She’s with her boyfriend.”

“It’s cool, man,” the bartender said, straightening his posture suddenly. “I was just making conversation.”

“How about you make her the drink she asked for instead?” Jongdae shot back and you gasped quietly, raising your head to look up at him.

Choosing not to fight with him about this right now, you waited until the bartender finished pouring the coke into your glass and then handed it to you.

“How much—” you started to say.

“It’s on the house,” the bartender said after a quick glance at Jongdae.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling apologetically.

The bartender nodded, not daring to smile back, and you felt Jongdae pull you away from the bar. Once both of you were far enough, you stopped walking and turned to look at him.

“What was that?” you questioned.

“What was what?” Jongdae asked innocently, reaching out to take a sip of your drink.

You moved the glass away from him. “Why did you have to attack that poor guy like that?”

“Because that poor guy was giving you heart eyes,” Jongdae said.

“So? Was I giving him the heart eyes back?”

“I actually don’t know. You had your back turned to me.”

You widened your eyes. “Do you seriously not trust me?”

Jongdae sighed, not liking where this was going. “I do. Of course I do. I know you weren’t giving him anything back. You were just being nice.”

“Exactly,” you said, extending your drink to finally let him take a sip through the straw. “Then what’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem,” he replied after tasting the coke in your glass. “I just don’t like it when other guys hit on you.”

“I’m your girlfriend, Dae.”

“I know,” he said giving you a smile and then placing an arm around your shoulders to bring your body closer to his. “Now let’s go. I want to teach my girlfriend how to play pool.”

The two of you reached the pool table and much to Jongdae’s displeasure he was forced to notice at least five men surrounding the pool table. They weren’t playing, they were just standing there, discussing the latest basketball game. They moved away from the table when they saw Jongdae pick up a few cue sticks and hand one to you.

You looked at the stick in your hand, softly touching the narrow end. “Why is mine shorter than yours?”

“Because you’re shorter than me,” he replied simply, while he assembled the balls into the triangle form. Once he was satisfied, he quickly took the form off. “Do you want to break?”

“To do what?” you asked, clueless about the pool vocabulary.

“Breaking is the first shot,” Jongdae explained, walking around the table to stand next to you. “You can break straight or at an angle. Whichever ball falls into the pocket first, the striped or the solid one, that will be your type of balls for this game.”

“Right,” you said. “So, I’m supposed to hit this white ball in order for all of the other ones to scatter, right?”

“Basically, yeah.”

“But they’re in such a neat triangle…” you pouted playfully.

Jongdae laughed at this. “We’ll make the triangle again later if you want. Now break.”

“Okay,” you said, taking your cue stick and approaching the end of the table. You stopped for a moment and then turned to your boyfriend again. “So, how do I hold this stick?”

Jongdae walked over to you, standing to your side and leaning over you as he positioned one of your hands on the end of the cue stick and the other one under the narrow end of the stick.

“Hold the stick under your thumb and next to your index finger,” he said quietly since he was standing right next to you, as he positioned your fingers in the proper way. “Now aim into the middle of the cue ball.”

You moved the cue stick while Jongdae guided you.

“How hard do I hit?” you asked.

“As hard as you want,” he said. “Of course, don’t overdo it. We don’t want the balls flying everywhere.”

You snickered at this.

“Y/n, are you seriously laughing at the word ‘balls’ right now?” he asked, smiling at your reaction.

You shook your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “I’m a mature adult. Of course I’m not laughing at that.”

Finally, with Jongdae’s help, you managed to break. He pulled away from you, watching the balls roll around the table until eventually, two striped ones fell into the left corner pocket.

“Alright, so the striped ones are yours,” he said, observing if any other balls fell in. “The solid balls are mine.”

You had to cover your mouth at this. Jongdae didn’t notice this at first, but when he did turn his head to look at you, you were already fanning your face and trying to control yourself from laughing.

“You’re a twelve-year-old,” he told you, shaking his head. “Come on, your turn. Try to do this one on your own.”

“What, again?” you asked. “But I just went.”

“Yeah. If a ball falls into a pocket, you go again,” Jongdae said, while you turned to look at the pool table, scanning it. “Obviously, aim to hit the striped balls.”

“What happens if I hit yours?”

“I’m probably going to be in pain.”

“Why would you—Jongdae!” you said, realizing that he just actually made a joke about balls. “I meant the balls that are yours. The solid ones. Why are you laughing? I thought I was the twelve-year-old.”

He doubled over in laughter again, leaning onto the pool table to keep his balance. This time it was you shaking your head at him, as you gave apologetic looks to the men nearby, who watched Jongdae with confusion and concern in their eyes.

“O-okay,” your boyfriend said, finally calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes, “If you hit the solid balls,” he took in a sharp breath so as not to start laughing again. “It’ll be my turn.”

“Right,” you said, standing at the corner of the pool table in front of the cue ball that was positioned right in front of a striped ball, which, in turn, was positioned right in front of the corner right pocket.

You raised your cue stick, almost poking a man who was standing nearby. Taking the hint, he moved away, while Jongdae snickered at the fact that you didn’t even notice this.

Following Jongdae’s previous orders, you held the cue just like he showed you and lined the tip of the stick with the cue ball. It took you a moment to aim and you heard Jongdae snore jokingly.

“Stop distracting me,” you told him. “Or I truly will hit your balls.”

He laughed at this. “Come on, just hit. No matter what happens, I—”

Softly, you retreated your stick before hitting the cue ball and watching the striped ball hit another striped ball. You cursed at yourself but then watched as the two striped balls fell into the two, left and right, corner pockets.

“Ooh!” you gasped, jumping up as the few men who were standing nearby turned to look at you. “Is that good? Did I just hit two with one shot?”

“Looks like you did,” Jongdae said. “Are you sure you’ve never played this before?”

“Never!” you replied, suddenly very excited to play. “It’s my turn again, right?”

Jongdae nodded, watching as you walked around the table, aiming to hit the striped ball that was just mere millimeters away from the pocket. Naturally, you hit that one successfully, too. A few proud claps were heard from people around you, as you smiled at them and then turned to look at your surprised boyfriend.

“What?” you asked him. “Suddenly afraid you’ll lose to an amateur?”

Catching your teasing tone, he decided to play along. “I won’t lose.”

“Oh, keep telling yourself that,” you smirked, walking around the table again. “Don’t worry, Dae. I’ll go easy on you.”

Scoffing, Jongdae watched as you tried to decide which of the two remaining striped balls to hit. You finally settled on the one in the middle of the table. It took you another five minutes to decide which pocket you wanted to send that ball to. After you finally decided and leaned over the table to aim, you heard other men whisper about which tactic they’d use if they were in your position. It was clear, that your and Jongdae’s game had quite an audience.

Your shot was off, though. The striped ball rolled into the wall of the table, jumping off of it and almost sending the cue ball into the pocket.

“It’s your turn, I guess,” you said, moving away from the table.

Jongdae groaned, realizing that you left the cue ball in a really uncomfortable position for him. He truly showed his skills by aiming to hit the closest solid ball, and successfully sending it flying into the left corner pocket.

“One down,” you said, clapping slowly. “Six to go.”

Jongdae didn’t look up at you, focusing on the table instead. He walked around the table a few times but didn’t find a ball that’d be an easy hit. Finally, he settled on a challenge and… failed. His solid ball hit your striped one, which slid easily into the nearest pocket.

“Oh, yay!” you jumped up, realizing that only one striped ball was left. “Thank you!”

Jongdae groaned. “I think my cue stick is broken.”

You laughed at this, standing at the end of the table and aiming to hit the only remaining striped ball. “Hey, what happens if I hit this one, though?”

“You have to hit the black eight-ball, too,” he told you. “It’s the final ball of the game.”

“And if I hit it successfully?”

“You win.”

Smirking at this, you spent a few minutes aiming. When you finally hit, it seemed as though everyone watching this held their breaths. And the striped ball reached its destination, falling into the destined pocket. You turned around to look at Jongdae with a huge grin on your face.

“One ball left,” he told you, still finding a hard time believing that you were so good at this and this was your first time playing pool.

“You can do this,” one of the men standing nearby said to you and both you and Jongdae raised your heads to look at him. “Take a deep breath, relax your muscles, and hit that eight-ball.”

You smiled at this, not turning to look at your boyfriend, for you knew he was already clenching his jaw. Instead, you approached the pool table again, inhaling deeply before positioning your cue stick in front of the cue ball. Different mathematical and physical calculations went through your mind as you aimed to hit the last ball.

Everyone around you was quiet, giving you a chance to focus and do this. You could hear your heartbeat as you pulled your stick back, hitting the cue ball and raising your head to watch the eight-ball, which hit the corner of the pocket, rolled around for a moment, and then slipped inside of it.

The men erupted in cheers as they all walked up to you to give you high-fives, letting you know that they were rooting for you. Laughing, you high-fived all of them and then finally turned to look to your boyfriend.

“Come on,” Jongdae said as soon as you walked up to him. “We’re leaving.”

“What, already?” you asked, your face falling. “I thought we’d play again.”

“We’re going home.”

“Why? Is it because I won?” you asked, not resisting the urge to smirk.

“No,” Jongdae said. “It’s because every single man in this place is watching your every move.”

You groaned. “Jongdae, come on. Apparently, I’m a pro at pool. I could whoop all of their asses.”

“The only ass you’re whooping in pool is mine,” he told you. “You look far too hot when you’re focused and that’s for my eyes only.”

“You’re kind of a sore loser, Dae.”

“You’re going to be kind of sore tomorrow morning.”

“Is that a threat?” you asked, suddenly intrigued.

“It’s a promise,” Jongdae replied, leading you out of the sports bar as quickly as he could, so he could get you home. “But unlike you, baby, I will not be going easy on you.”

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[blu-joons]

DAD EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴  Kim Jongdae

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jongdae loved to cuddle you, but he also knew whenever you weren’t in the mood for affection too. You never wanted to hurt his feelings by pushing him away, but once you were feeling better, he would be straight back over to you.

B ⇴ BUMP

He worried about you a lot as the days passed and your bump got bigger and bigger. Jongdae took on more and more responsibility in order to make life easier for you, from big tasks around the house, to even the smallest of things like picking up your phone charger when you needed it so you didn’t have to bend down and grab it.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

There were never any complaints from Jongdae whenever you were experiencing cravings, he was always more than happy to help you out and settle your cravings down too. He couldn’t begin to imagine how tough it must be for you when you wanted food so badly, and so he’d always get it as quickly as he could.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

As your due date approached, the nerves definitely began to kick in slowly for you both. The two of you spent even the weeks prior to your due date making sure that everything was organised so that you had less things to worry about when the time came. Jongdae made sure that everything was organised around the house, letting you rest and simply shout out any orders that you had for him to fulfil.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

Jongdae was quite an optimistic person most of the time, and so whenever he felt himself getting nervous, he’d always remind himself of the end goal, and your baby coming into the world. There were times when he had worries and would think of the bad things that were coming your way, but all of that was far outweighed by the knowledge that once all of that passed, he’d be able to call himself a dad.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Both of you were very close to your family’s and so you always made sure to have them involved. Whenever the two of you had news, or a new scan photo from an appointment, both sets of parents were the first to see them and bask in your excitement together. They’re always the first ones to offer support to you both whenever you need it which you’re both grateful for, especially with Jongdae’s schedule.

G ⇴ GENDER

The two of you decided to wait to see the gender of your baby once you’d given birth. Neither of you were particularly fussy about whether you had a girl or a boy, the only thing that the both of you were worried about was that they were healthy, and after that, then you could celebrate if it was a boy or a girl.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

When Jongdae heard the beat of your baby’s heart for the very first time, you could tell just how emotional it was for him. He tried his hardest to keep it together as he held the monitor to his ear, but as soon as the thuds got louder as it moved closer to where your baby rested, he failed to hold it all in any longer.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Actions spoke louder than words for Jongdae, and so he’d often come home with a few of your favourite things to try and cheer you up whenever you had a particularly rough day. He’d always show you that he paid attention by buying the things that you liked, silently letting you know that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

There were moments when Jongdae would find himself unintentionally getting jealous of you because you always got to be around the bump, whilst he had to go to work or do something. That jealousy wouldn’t last for long though, because as soon as he saw you in pain, he was glad that you were the one carrying the bump, as you were much stronger than he was to deal with pregnancy and the bad times that came with it.

K ⇴ KICKS

He’d often lose track of time whenever your baby was kicking as Jongdae settled beside your bump. You’d be fast asleep above him whilst he kept feeling around for little bumps, often staying awake right through until his alarm went off the following morning, leaving him absolutely exhausted at the studio the next day.

L ⇴ LABOUR

Jongdae was incredibly supportive of you during your labour, making sure that he never left your side. His hand was yours whenever you needed to hold onto it, and if you needed to scream at him and tell him that you hated him for getting you pregnant, then he’d let you too. He knew more than anything that you needed him to help you get through labour, even if sometimes it was a bit unpleasant for him too.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

Although Jongdaw wasn’t massive on being around sick, he knew that he needed to ignore how he felt about people being sick and focus on being there for you instead. It was by far one of his least favourite moments in pregnancy, but when he felt bad about it, he’d always remind himself once again of the outcome.

N ⇴ NURSERY

He wanted to prove to you how strong he was when it came to your nursery, Jongdae built every last thing so that he could look back over it proudly, and also secretly brag to others that his baby’s room was built by him only.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jongdae was obsessed with your excitement, knowing how much you were looking forward to being a mum kept him excited about being a dad and everything new that the two of you would experience as well.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

After you gave birth, Jongdae was incredibly protective of the two of you for the first few days. As with whilst you had your bump, he barely let you do anything, doing even the simplest of tasks that you needed doing so that you could recover and not put your body under too much strain until you were feeling better again.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Jongdae doesn’t tend to ask you how you’re doing too often, instead he’ll pick up on how you’re acting and decide from that whether he needs to step in and support you or if you’re really doing alright.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

You’ll often find Jongdae sat in the rocking chair that you have in your nursery staring into space. He loves escaping into the room and keeping himself composed whenever he can feel himself becoming nervous or scared. He’ll always invite you to join him when you find him too, giving up the chair for you to sit down in.

S ⇴ SCANS

As with the beat of your baby’s heart, whenever Jongdae sees a copy of your scan, he can’t help but get a little emotional. His mind doesn’t always correlate that your baby really is just inside of your bump, and so the scan photos are much more of a ‘pinch me’ moment for him, reminding him just how real everything is.

T ⇴ TEST

Jongdae refused to throw away your test once you’d taken it, keeping it in the bathroom so that he could always take a look at it and remind himself that you really were pregnant until your bump began to show.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

He made sure that he was at every single one of your appointments, as well as taking the time after them to take you out for food and look after you.

V ⇴ VISITS

Neither of you were big on having too many visitors whilst you settled in at home, both of you were keen on keeping things lowkey and intimate between you and the closest members of your families for a little while.

W ⇴ WAITING

Jongdae likes to think that he’s pretty patient when it comes to your pregnancy, but as soon as something big happens, he’s beyond excited and impatient.

X ⇴ XXXX

He always tries to be affectionate as he can whenever you’re not feeling good, and that usually comes in the form of a kiss. Rather than cuddle you and overcrowd you, a simple kiss from Jongdae will remind you that he’s there.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, Jongdae didn’t want to experience any of this with anyone else.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He’d often fall asleep holding onto your bump to try and take some of the weight and make things a little bit easier for you. Even just for a short while, it would often be enough to at least give you time to fall into a dream.

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[antiromantic-astronaut]

exo reacting to their partner coming out as non-binary

[note: remember that non-binary is an umbrella term and won't look the same for everyone. non-binary people can use any pronouns, can present any way, and not all of them experience dysphoria. thanks for reading! i'm grateful that you exist. ♡]

Junmyeon

This sweet man would listen so intently as you explain to him your identity and pronouns. Once you've said everything you planned to say, the first thing he would ask would be "How would you like me to refer to you in public?" He would be very careful not to out you if you weren't ready for your identity to be common knowledge. He would find his groove pretty quickly, and he'd remind you every now and then to correct him if he makes a mistake.

Minseok

Even if you don't get emotional telling him, he would get emotional. The first thing he says is "Thank you for trusting me with this." He would feel so grateful that you want to share this part of yourself with him. He'd likely have a lot of questions, and he wouldn't be shy about asking them. He wants to make sure he's representing you the way you want and need to be represented.

Yixing

He would be so proud of you for taking this step. The first thing he'd do is kiss your forehead. He may be a little confused about how specific your gender identity is or is not, but he would be so willing to learn. He would practice referring to you the way you've asked him to with his staff. The first few months, he would make a lot of mistakes, but he would correct himself before anyone else could 100% of the time.

Baekhyun

As you tell him how you feel and identify, he'd be holding your hand. You would have his full attention. He wouldn't interrupt you a single time. Once you've finished talking, he would give you the biggest smile and say "You're amazing. I love you." He probably wouldn't have any questions until he found himself in a situation where he didn't quite know what to say. If you weren't there to speak for yourself, he would try to navigate the conversation back to what he does know and he'd make mental notes to talk to you about what he could have done better.

Jongdae

[note: out of respect for him and his family, I'm going to write this as his friend coming out to him.]

Jongdae's eyebrows would be upturned in concentration as you tell him what's been on your mind. He would nod as you share your experience and make affirming noises. When you finish talking, he would take a minute to think carefully about what to say. He would put a hand on your shoulder and smile, "You're one of the best people I know. Thanks for sharing this with me." He may be a bit slow to ask questions because he's not always sure how to phrase what he wants to ask, and he never wants to offend you. The first question he asks you is "If someone misgenders you, is it okay for me to correct them?"

Chanyeol

Like Minseok, Chanyeol get's emotional when you come out to him. He has an extremely soft heart and the first thing he would ask is if it hurt you when he called you gendered adjectives. He loves to compliment you and he would work so hard to make sure that he does it in an affirming way. He would give you a big hug, sniffling a little because he's overwhelmed by how much you must trust him to have this talk with him.

Kyungsoo

His glasses would slide down his nose while you're talking to him and he wouldn't even move to push them back up. He's listening so intently to what you have to say. His response would sound deceptively simple, "Thank you." But in that phrase would be a world of meaning. His thoughtful way of speaking means that he would never misgender you, and if you're okay with it, he would very gently correct others when they did. He would be incredibly supportive, even if he doesn't always know how to express that verbally. His actions are affirming.

Jongin

When you tell him that you need to talk to him, he'd get a little anxious. He'd want to hold your hand while you're explaining things to him. He's empathetic and well attuned to how you feel, so if you're nervous, he'll rub soothing circles into the back of your hand. If you're excited, he'll smile and squeeze your hand in affirmation. His first question would be "Would you prefer me to call you my partner?" He wouldn't think to ask if it's okay to correct those that misgender you, he would just react immediately. So if that's something that bothers you, you would need to express that to him. He'd listen and correct his mistake immediately.

Sehun

He was actually expecting your talk with him. He didn't know specifically how you would identify, but he knew that you were thinking on some things. He gave you the space to figure it out. So when you came out to him, he would smile and pat your knee and say, "You're really amazing." He would kiss your cheek and ask you what changes you would like him to make. Sehun would find himself getting annoyed with those that misgender you, and would have a hard time holding back if he felt it was intentional.

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“Where have you been?” - Chen (Jongdae)

A/N: My first Chen writing to celebrate his birthday :)

You had been waiting outside your building for Chen for nearly 10 minutes. He had promised to meet you here for date night, but you were starting to think you might just give up and go back in. No sooner had thought crossed your mind, someone snuck up beside you and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

You jumped slightly as you looked round and found Chen grinning at you.

"Where have you been?" you asked, trying to be stern, but failing miserably when you couldn't help but smile back.

"Does it matter? I'm here now," he replied, pulling you in for a proper kiss before you could respond.

"You're lucky you're cute," you told him, squeezing his cheek.

He grabbed your hand away from his face and laced his fingers through yours so you could walk to the restaurant hand-in-hand.

"Honestly, I just took longer getting ready than I'd planned for," he explained as the two off you headed off. "I wanted to make sure I was looking my best for you."

"You always look amazing."

"So do you. Especially right now."

"Thanks, I put a lot of effort in too," you said, doing a little pose and making him laugh.

With your hand still in his, he pulled you close again and bringing your hand to his lips pressing a quick kiss to the back of it.

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[jongbross]

Most to least make you breakfast (ik it’s too soft it’s scary lol) <333

kyungsoo - not only because he's a chef, but also because he's the one to wake up first and he strongly believes in food as a way of giving love.

junmyeon

jongin

jongdae

minseok

baekhyun

chanyeol

sehun

yixing - is either off to work or still passed out when you wake up. also i don't see him as the type of person who sits down and eats breakfast unfortunately, i'm sorry :(

[iridescentxstars]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐊𝐞𝐲: [M] — mature content/warnings | 🌹 — nsfw | ✨ — rewritten | 🌸 — recommended

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

[ ༊*·˚ ] Kim Jongin | BangChan | On-Going Series | Drabbles | Misc | Archived

[ ✧.* ][M] Two Sides Of A Coin — mafia!jongin x mafia!reader [due to be rewritten] 🌹🌸✨ [ ✧.* ][M] Overdose — college!chanyeol x reader x fuckboy!jongin 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Wishes Come True — hybrid!jongin x reader [collab w. @oh-beyond] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Money Makes Her Smile — ceo!exo x escort!reader [due to be rewritten]🌹🌸✨ [ ✧.* ][M] Corrupted — teleporter!jongin x telepathic!alice 🌹🌸 [ ✧.* ][M] Crazy In Love — yandere!jongin x reader [collab w. @mint-yooxgi] 🌹🌸 [ ✧.* ][M] Pretty Little Vixen — racer!jongin x racer!reader [upcoming sequel] 🌹🌸

[ ✧.* ][M] His Fame — camboy!jongin x reader 🌹🌸 [ ✧.* ] The Fine Art Of Babysitting - EXO Version [Baekhyun][Jongin] — idol!exo vs. jongdae's son [collab w. @thesammtimes] [ ✧.* ] Film: KAI — various!jongin x reader

[baejl]

07:45pm

exo 10th member au

[i’m such a soft for chen and somi sorry] 

masterlist 🌻 requests are open feedback is always important to me!

As soon as the nurse opened the hospital room’s door, Somi’s eyes were filled with tears of joy. Behind her and all the pink and golden balloons he bought, Chanyeol was in the same mood. 

When Chen realised the members on the room, he slowly got up from the couch with the newborn baby on his arms. His wife was taking a deep nap on the big hospital bed, probably tired.

Chen turned around and showed them the baby girl.

"Oh, my God." Chanyeol gasped in a whisper behind the mask he was wearing. "She's so perfect." 

Without being able to say a lot, overwhelmed by the whole thing, Somi just nodded beside him. Chen slowly passed her the baby, who gave a small yawn before opening her small eyes and grab Somi's index finger. 

"She's so... small." Somi said softly. "Welcome to the world, little blossom." 

Jongdae smirked next to them, almost crying with the scene too. 

"Don't you wanna know her name?" 

Chanyeol and Somi shook their head at the same time. 

"Nha," Somi wrinkled her nose. "we like 'little blossom' more." 

[koos-euphoria]

exo tank in order of dick size 🥵

(Disclaimer: I’m not saying that this is their definite sizes or that I’m even accurate in anyway. This is just for the shits and giggles. Please do not take this seriously.)

Minseok: I feel like hes just little under average, if not then average? 4.5/5inch maybe? Girth is pretty average too. Like everything else he like to keep everything down there ✨neat✨

Junmyeon: Hm, I personally think he’s a little over average? Maybe 6inch? Average girth too. Big tip oop-

Baekhyun: Gives me average vibes, 5inch I’d say. Though I feel like he’s on the thicker scale of the girth sizes. Will stretch you o u t.

Jongdae: I can’t really decide with Chen honestly, maybe a little under average? 4.5inch? I feel like he’s also pretty average in girth.

Chanyeol: Honestly I feel like he’s the second biggest out the boys. Not just because he’s tall. Maybe 6.5inches? T h i c k in girth. Idk he just gives me thick vibes.

Kyungsoo: I feel like he’s pretty average. 5.5inch maybe. I feel like he’s also average in girth, but has a big tip. Probably also likes to keep it pretty neat down there.

Jongin: Okay though he does radiate ✨bde✨like the king he is. I feel like he’s average in length, 5.5inch. Girth however I feel like he’s on the thicker side.

Sehun: Okay so I feel like he’s the biggest in the boys. I’m pretty sure Baekhyun lowkey gave that away so I’d say 7inch, in length. I feel like it’s on the thinner side though.

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[an-annyeoing-writer]

god!Chen x Reader: indulgence.

word count: ~2,5k

genre: fantasy

warnings: mentions of death, brief descriptions of violence

宝藏

He sits at the lake’s edge, on a thick, curvy branch that extends from the forest surrounding it. His feet dangle right above the water’s calm surface, his eyes fixated on something far away, his hands holding onto other branches around him to keep balance. And he’s doing it perfectly: despite his feet swaying mindlessly, he’s nowhere close to slipping off the branch, and he doesn’t seem even half as focused as any human would be in this life threatening position. Although maybe the lake isn’t really that deep – but he still doesn’t seem to fear of falling into it.

His white, fox ears perk up at a sound and you hold your breath; you can’t be heard. You stay still and grasp onto the small brooch on your chest, stopping the little bells attached to it from echoing around – why are you still wearing it? it’s so annoying – praying so that you make no more noise than you already, apparently, have.

Yet, his peace has been disturbed and the man stands up; standing on the branch and turning in your direction, maybe not seeing you just yet, but acutely aware of your presence. He doesn’t hold onto anything anymore, but it doesn’t stop him from tiptoeing up the branch, from where he sat seconds ago to the main trunk and then off, onto the forest’s floor covered with pieces of wood, dead leaves and grass.

He walks to the side. His hands bury in the opposite sleeves of his coat: it doesn’t look like the type of clothing you’re familiar with, it’s traditional, but not like the Korean hanbok you know, or Japanese yukata, although it seems to have something from both of these, and even more. Gods and demons don’t care for human clusters. Which one of these species is this man – you can only hope to guess it right.

You hold onto the small glass bottle in your hand as he steps closer to where you’re crouching. He’s not looking at you, but you’re positive he knows you’re there. Will you manage to capture him? Or will he suddenly disappear, or even try to attack you first?

He suddenly jumps to the side, so strangely (why did he do that?!) that it startles you; the bottle almost slips from your hand and you only barely clutch it again before the adrenaline takes over and you throw it at him, so chaotically that you don’t even know if you threw it in the right direction, but it’s done, you can’t take it back now.

The bottle lands in the man’s extended hand; it wouldn’t have hit him, but he catches it, as if knowing exactly what to expect and where would it come from. Nothing else happens. The bottle stays in his hand as he glances at you. The thick bushes surrounding you and the tree trunk that you hid behind – he sees through all these things with his mesmerizing eyes, boring into yours.

He doesn’t speak, although the command is obvious – come out, there’s no use hiding anyway. Come out before I make you. Instead of speaking, he glances at the bottle and the small paper wrapped around its neck. Reading it makes him smirk.

You finally gather your courage; face the consequences, you pitiful hunter. You scramble to your feet and straighten your clothes; your hand brushes the brooch on your chest, making you flinch as the rough metal scratches your hand – not deep enough to draw blood, but the light pain is there – and you sigh, realizing its sound must be exactly what gave you away. What a useless item.

Soon, you emerge from the bushes, finally standing face to face with the man, whose lips are lifted in a small smile, a polite, yet careless one; his head tilts to the side in curiosity.

“Someone fooled you. You won’t catch a demon with this, even if I was one.”

“You’re not?!” Your eyes widen.

He shakes his head, eyes squinting. His head is tilted backwards which only highlights the way he looks down at you, as if taking apart all the elements you consist of, judging them, or even their potential use. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Why do you want to catch a demon, though?” he asks. The bottle is thoughtlessly tossed away and lands in the grass, and he pays it no more attention. Instead, he steps closer to you, slowly, as if approaching a wild animal – although you felt as if he was closer to being one, the tables turn; you’re surrounded and he’s not scared, merely curious, and he’s the real threat to you right now. If he’s a god, the last thing you want is to upset him.

“I-I need it” you answer evasively.

“For?” he pries.

You hesitate, but you know there’s no use in trying to hide anything. Don’t upset him, you repeat to yourself.

“The King wants one.”

“You’re the King’s servant?”

“No. But he will release my brother if I give him a gift.”

“Why is he keeping your brother?”

“He’s… He’s in the prison. He stole money from a tax collector. He was imprisoned for stealing the King’s money.” You say the words in shame. You know, though – your brother isn’t a bad person, it’s just that, sometimes, the temptation is too big, the chance of getting money easier than through endless labor – too enticing. “He’s sentenced to death. I have to help him.”

“So you want to sacrifice an innocent being to save a criminal?”

There’s no use in arguing. The god smirks.

“What a noble deed to make. Well, I can help you. I’ll catch a demon with you and you’ll give me something in return. How does that sound?”

You know not to be too trustful.

“What is that, you want from me?”

His eyes go over your silhouette and he tilts his head.

“Something physical, something small, nothing you should worry about. It’s for your brother, so it’s worth it, right?”

That doesn’t sound right. Yet, it seems to be your only chance. Whatever it is that you’ll need to do in return, he’s right, you’re saving your brother’s life, so what’s there to lose? Nothing that you should be mindful of, certainly, even if it was to be your own life.

“I agree. Please, help me” you finally state.

The god smiles widely, but you can’t say that you like this smile.

成交

The night is deep, and the sky is the clearest black, but sprinkled with stars that brighten up the world underneath. There’s no single cloud and the sight takes your breath away while you pass through the wild fields, the sky surrounding you from each side, far till the horizon, with nothing to cover it, all exposed for you to admire.

It’s chilly, the lost wind tugging at your clothes and hair – you wrap the coat tighter around yourself as you walk forward, your eyes fixated on the sight above you, because you can barely see where you’re going anyway.

You reach a small clearing, a circle with no grass even, and a few stones forming an irregular pile in the middle. The small, tear-shaped bowl you’ve been keeping by your side all this time, careful as to not shatter the porcelain it’s made of, is being placed on top of the stone and you kneel in front of it, taking two small bottles from one of your pockets and pouring the oil from one of them inside. What’s in the other – you drink up with only a moment of hesitation. It has no taste.

The oil’s scent is pleasant, but its intensity overwhelms you so you move away as soon as it’s lightened up. The wind picks up again and you fear that it’ll fade, but the fire stays strong, the flame dancing in the wind that’s pushing it around.

You stare at the lantern only a few moments more before choosing to look around you. The sky view is long-forgotten, there are other things you ought to worry about now. You try to see through the darkness, but the lantern, so small and placed so low above the ground, doesn’t make it much easier. What’s to come – you can only guess.

The wind picks up further. It puts the fire out and you move to light it up once again.

But before you reach the lantern, a wave of cold wind pushes you backwards and onto the ground, and does the same to the lantern – the oil spills, the bowl hits the lower stones and shatters like the thinnest glass. You feel your fear arise, but don’t find it in yourself to move from your spot, until there’s a silhouette appearing on the other side of the pile, and you feel as if it was there for quite a while already, but only allowed you to see it now, and you’re just a mere human that can’t possibly see a demon until the demon himself allows her to...

“What are you trying to do, human?” he scorns.

He walks around the pile and reaches the shattered lantern; he brushes its surface with his finger and then puts it under his nose, the oil’s aroma clearly satisfying to his senses as he glances at you once again.

“Well?” He approaches you and crouches down, his hand reaching and touching your forehead, leaving the oil on your skin as if to mark you with its scent. You’re frozen in spot. “Are you going to answer me?”

You don’t say a word. Your forehead tingles where the oil was put.

“Well then, if you can’t speak, seems like there’s only one use left for you.”

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you forward, the free hand catching the front of your clothing and tearing it off your body. And in no time, he bites you, sharp teeth burying in your chest and ripping the flash away. You scream in pain.

But so does he.

You’re being thrown away and he stumbles backwards, clutching onto his mouth and trying to get the flesh out of his mouth with his fingers. But it’s too late, your blood – poisoned with what you drank moments ago – runs down his throat, burning, hurting. He falls to the ground.

You know what you should do now – he’s powerless and that’s your only chance. But the blood seeping from your chest is too much, the world is spinning, you’re struggling to even find your balance. You pull another bottle out of your pocket, praying so that it didn’t break upon your fall. But you can’t move anymore, everything hurts, everything becomes blurry, the night’s darkness seeping into your very soul.

And when you think it’s over, suddenly, the bottle is gently taken from your hand. A small smile appears in the range of your sight, and it’s all that you’re seeing right now, until it disappears, when the man walks past you and approaches the demon’s silhouette – moaning and writhing on the ground, suffering.

The bottle is thrown at him carelessly and he lets out the last scream, before being pulled inside, his body turning into shining dust, matching the stars above, but brighter, filling the glass with its sparkling essence, lightening up way more than any mediocre oil lantern could ever hope to do.

The light soon fades, and so do you.

庥

Something tickles your neck and you start to wake up. It takes a few moments of blissful rest, before you finally pry your eyes open, sighing quietly at the loss of peace, although it’s not fully gone – the world you welcome is peaceful as well.

The first sight is that of the lake extending in front of you. You’re laid on its edge, inches from the water’s surface, the sun peeking through the foliage above and warming you up despite the chilly breeze arising from the lake.

You think it’s the grass stalks that tickle your face, but as you start analyzing your place further, it turns out to be a white tail that dangles nearby, lazily swaying from side to side and brushing your cheek in the process.

The god sits next to you, staring into the space in front of him, just like the first time you saw him. At the sound of you moving, he glances down at you and smiles slightly.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”

“Huh?”

You’re confused with the weird rhyme, but soon realize it’s the last of the things you should be concerned about. Pain ghosts in your chest and you put your hand there, but there’s no source of concern – no real pain, and, as you notice slipping fingers under the clothes, no bruise left even.

“Did you…?”

It wouldn’t be too haste to assume healing a wound like such is not out of god’s powers, would it?

But the god doesn’t respond; in fact, he doesn’t spare you a second glance, until he suddenly looks as if he recalled something very important, and, out of the robes covering his body, pulls out a glass bottle with grayish, sparkling essence churning inside like a small storm, although more mesmerizing than terrifying, looking, in fact, harmless.

You take the glass carefully, scared of damaging it in any way, and observe it for a few moments before gently putting it in your own pocket. Then, you glance up at the god, whose eyes follow yours curiously.

“Thank you” you utter.

“Well, you’re welcome.”

“So…” You hesitate; it’s the time to pay. You only hope so that whatever is that you’re to give away, won’t stop you from getting the trapped demon safely to the King.

“This.”

He points at your chest without further explanation and your heart drops for a moment, scared to ask what he means, exactly.

Seeing your uneasiness though, and the way your face contorts in fear, he laughs, his eyes squinting in pure amusement.

“What are you thinking, human? This is what I’m talking about.” He raises his hand and pulls at your brooch, and you quickly take the hint and unpin it, patting your clothing down to hide the small holes from the needle. The bells ring as the god takes the brooch in his fingers and admires it for a few moments, letting its elements sparkle in the sun as he extends his hand beyond the shadow’s range. “I heard it when we first met.” He hesitates for a moment, before smirking, glancing at you mischievously. “Do you think I’d bother talking to a human if I didn’t find something worth my time? Isn’t it a beautiful sound?”

It doesn’t really sound so beautiful to you; the bells are old, they sound harsh and unpleasant, although quiet enough not to bother you too much. You only kept it because of the appearance – you don’t like the bells at all.

But the god seems mesmerized, completely infatuated with the little, shiny object and its plain noise.

“Go and save your criminal brother” he tells you, not bothering to look at you anymore, as if his new property is all he cares about at this point.

And you don’t bothered to argue, to make him act nicer.

Not like there’s any chance he will agree with you, anyway.

理

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[exhoe-imagines]

birthday bodyguard → k.jd

summary → jongdae takes care of you, always. especially on your birthday.

word count → 0.5k

warnings → mentions of quarantine time™, mentions of alcohol, lots of fluff, jongdae and reader’s relationship is ambiguous so u can read it however u desire!

a/n → happy birthday @trishmarieco​ !! i’m sorry you have to celebrate your special day with all that’s going on in the world, but i hope this helps even a little 💕 thank you for always being the chen to my tao. you’ll be in my heart forever -  admin ruby

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A warm hand landed on your shoulder, and you looked up to meet Jongdae’s soft brown eyes. The usual playful sparkle seemed dull, so with a raised brow you questioned his expression.

“I’m sorry we have to stay in today,” he answered your silent gaze. “I’m sure you wanted a more… exciting birthday celebration.”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “You’d be surprised.” Sure, you’d expected a little more freedom for your special day, but being home-bound wasn’t too bad.

The ends of his lips turned up at that, but then he sighed. “I know. I’ve had a good day inside with you, but I was hoping to do more. The others were too.”

“I bet.” You could see it now -- all twelve of them, not mentioning the guests they’d end up dragging along, smushed in your small apartment, passing wine and soju and dancing to western pop. “But you know what they said. Ten people in one place is bad enough, and I’m sure we’d reach like thirty by the end of the night.”

He grimaced, nose scrunching. “You’re not wrong.”

“Speaking of rules, though.” You pushed his hand from your shoulder. “No touching.”

A usual pout made its way to pretty pink lips, sharp cheeks gaining softness from the expression. “That’s not fair!”

“Rules are rules, Jongdae.”

He sighed, and made his way around the sofa you were lounging in, so he could plop beside you. Space and other health-protective tips were forgotten as he rested his head where his palm had laid before, fluffy brown curls tickling your neck. “Well, I never follow those anyway.”

You wanted to argue because clearly he’d kept the others out of the apartment all day (a feat in itself), but the second the thought crossed your mind, an impatient knock pounded against your door.

“You can’t be serious!” You pushed Jongdae off you with faux anger, knowing you could never truly be mad at him, not really. Not ever.

“They wanted to see you,” he whined, flopping off the couch before he scrambled to make his way to the door. “I couldn’t stop them!”

“We’re gonna get sick,” you groaned in his direction, throwing your head back onto the couch.

You heard Jongdae pause in front of the door, ignoring the grumbling from across the threshold as your impatient guests grew fussy. “Come on, you know I’ll protect you. And take care of you.”

Again, a debate to his claim came to mind -- considering he couldn’t protect you when a fly made its way into the flat, and he was one of the worst impromptu nurses you’d had the displeasure of being cared for by -- but he was already unlocking the door as hurried voices filled the front hallway.

“I know you do,” you mumbled instead, mostly to yourself, but looked back at the door, and caught eyes with Jongdae for just a moment before the party started, sending him a smile that said all you needed.