#chankai x reader

[fuuvvkk]

Kai | Kim Jongin X Male Reader

You got turn on after watching kai performance on love shot.

Warning: Smut, dirty talk, rough

"Ah! Fuck! Y/n slow down-" Kai stammered as he hold you stomach hoping you to slow the pace, instead you went to thrusting harder.

You grip tight his unbuttoned vest as you pulled him faster, "How dare you, huh?! You brought this on your own kai!" The jealousy strike you again, Kai is a moaning mess right now, lying on his back on his dressing room half naked with his jacket and vest still on, with you pounding into him without mercy.

"Ahhh- Right there! Fuck!" At this point Kai is already crying out of pleasure, begging you to have his release.

You noticed how Kai clenching around your dick as a sign he is about to cum, you abruptly slow the pace.

"Y/n! I was about to cum!"

You graze your hand on his abs slowing to his peck, "Look at you, everyone favorite fuck boy laying on his back begging for someone to fuck him on his tight little ass," you started to fasten the pace but not faster enough that it's satisfied the boy.

You lifted him to bend over the make up table, You gripped the tan boy hair as you started to pounding into him, Kai screaming at the sudden surprised closing his eye enjoying how your fingers played with his nipples.

You harshly pulled kai head, "Look at yourself! So needy for my cock!" Kai whined, truth to be told the kpop cassanova liked to be a slut in the bedroom, he loves it when his boyfriend treat him like a sex toy or a cum dumb that he can throw away after a quick fucked.

"Y/n I'm gonna--" You pulled back kai to your embaraced as you bucked your hips released your load deep into the younger ones, as kai squirted his cum on the mirror.

"Did I go to rough on you?"

"Yes.. and I love it."

[bang-exo-tan]

Etched Hearts & Broken Parts

Chapter 3:

The café was bustling. People moving in and out almost as if they were their own tide, trying to get to their next destination. Many babbled on the phone. Telling their boss their soulmate is sick, calling soulmates to tell them when they’ll be home, it all made you sick. You knew you hated the idea of soulmates, you knew what was coming since you were little. You had prepared yourself for this possibility. This probability. The feeling of it though. The thoughts of not being wanted floating in your brain and heart were like an anchor weighing you down in your seat. However, the rejection that seeped into your pores seemed all too familiar. You had lived this before, it had hurt like hell the first time. But this? This was worse. You guessed that’s what happens when it’s your own soulmate.

***

“She still won’t come out baby,” he said after plopping down on the couch. “I don’t know why you send me to ask if she won’t even come out for you.”

“I swear, I’m going to rip them apart when I see them. How dare they?!” She roared, smashing balled fists into the coffee table.

“Ok, Hulk. Let’s not break the mahogany,” he whispered as he grabbed her hands to hold in his.

“It shouldn’t have been like this,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“I know, but it’ll get better,” he reassured, wiping her tears with his thumbs. “We’ll make her better, I promise.”

***

When you finally made your way out of the room you were sure to do so extremely early in the morning. As you crept through the door, it’s creak sounding like a siren in your head, every step past their bedroom was quiet and precise. You knew every floorboard that creaked and made sure to avoid them. You felt like a treasure seeker in a sense, trying to make it past sleeping monsters to get to the glorious treasure, which in this case was food. When you finally made it to the kitchen, it seeming like the light at the end of a tunnel, you stopped dead in your tracks seeing an all too familiar back standing in front of the stove.

“Sit,” was all you heard. You obeyed without question. Quietly pulling up a bar stool and jumping to get on. You wrapped your legs around the bars and scooted up to the counter. It was a habit of sorts, you knew full well that your thighs and butt were too thick – too much you thought – to keep you upon the small seat for very long.

“Umm…” you whispered. You didn’t know what words to say. You hadn’t really talked since the incident and if you were really honest with yourself, you wanted to keep it that way.

“We’ve been worried sick,” he said as he brought a plate towards you. You could smell they soy sauce and beef smell wafting off the plate sitting in front of you. It was enough to make your mouth drool and your stomach growl at the same time. “Go ahead, you haven’t eaten in days.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you dug in, savoring the flavor on your tongue. There was a quiet and awkward silence that fell between you. For minutes, neither one of you wanted to pop the bubble. This was the first time you had been in such close proximity to each other in almost three years. He just sat on the bar stool beside you watching you eat. But you could only stand the bubble of silence so long before you felt the urge to pop it.

“How did you know I’d be up this early?” you wondered aloud. You couldn’t even face him, the weirdness between you too great. After a moment of silence, you looked from the corner of your eye to see him walking down the hall towards the bathroom. As you saw him duck in and out, you quickly turned back to your plate almost giving yourself whiplash in the process. You finished your plate of food in silence.

As you braced yourself to get up, a hand held you in place. He grabbed your wrists and pulled the first aid box he had brought from the bathroom over to sit in his lap. The next few moments were spent with you staring at his face as he cleaned and put ointment on your wrists. “The longest you’ve gone without food is three and a half days, you were bound to come out eventually. You’d also try to avoid us so leaving in the morning was the best bet.”

“Huh?” You asked.

“You asked me how I knew, I’m just answering,” Yixing said smiling and looking up at you. It almost felt like old times.

“Oh, um ok,” you slid off the bar stool leaning your hand on his shoulder to find balance. “I gotta go to work now.”

“Take these and wrap it around your wrists,” he stressed as he threw 2 bandanas at you. “I know you probably don’t want to be reminded all day. If you cover it up, it’ll be like it never even happened.”

“Ah, thanks Xing,” you mumbled as you did as he said. You put your shoes on and exited the door. When you were out in the hallway, you stopped hearing feet come up behind you. Arms wrapped around your neck as a warmth spread behind your back.

“Everything is going to be ok,” Yixing said as he squeezed tighter. “I promise. We’ll take care of you,” he said as he placed a kiss to the back of your head. You stayed like that for a couple of seconds until his hands released.

“Kay, bye!” You ran down the stairs without looking behind you, your face heating up from the embarrassment.

***

Work was slow at best. Jongdae coddled you like a baby, and the staff members acted awkwardly towards you. There was also something different. Two really buff guys stood at the entrance to your work all day. When you asked Jongdae, he had said that the studio had just gotten better security while you were gone, but something about it seemed fishy. You didn’t really care though, you couldn’t wait to get home and lay down. Tired of everyone that day treating you like you were easily breakable glass.

You dragged yourself through the door of your apartment, ready for a lecture from your best friend. What you truly came home to was three pairs of eyes looking dead at you from their seats in the living room. The tall man sitting in your chair stood up and called your name and before you could think of anything he strode toward you, grabbed your arm, and walked out the door with you.

[thechanbaeklibrary]

fic search #17

here are some of the recent asks that we haven’t been able to answer :-(( if any of our beloved readers/followers can identify the fics that these asks r asking for pls let us know :-)) much appreciated!! thank u >< 

1. anonymous asked: I’m trying to find this fic where its an soulmate au and one gives the other energy through kissing. Chanyeol recieves the energy and Baekhyun provides it. Originally, Chanyeol is cold towards him but soon ends up in love with him. Idk if you can find it but I would be really grateful if you could! Thank you 💞💞

x You Got That Power by soubiish 

2. anonymous asked: heyy ,, do you know where I can find a soulmate au chanbaek where drawings/phrases come up on the other’s skin. I remember that Chen used to work in a coffee shop and that one of them thought he was the soulmate because of the drawings. There was a lightning bolt, Cheshire Cat smile, and a p*nis that of them (I think baek) had doodled on a napkin.

x signal lost (& found) - kaisoo fic

3. anonymous asked: Helloooo. firstly thank you so much for this account its the most useful thing everrr. secondly, i was looking for this chanbaek fic on aff. its alpha chan and omega baek, so basically chanyeol is at work but he starts having a rut so he rushes back home through the rain and hes super needy and whiny on his rut. and then "fun" stuff ensues. also at the end kaisoo try entering chanbaeks apartment but hear them going at it from outside and theyre just traumatized and leave.

4. anonymous asked: Hello! So there was this fic, and it was recently released (like I’m pretty sure it was released AT MOST six months ago). It involved Baekhyun who worked at a gossip site and his boss gave him like a case(?) to stalk Chanyeol(who is famous) to find more details about rumors around him. The description said something like “this fic was intended for bottom!chanyeol fest but got dropped cuz of guidelines”. I really liked the first chapter I hope you find it! The fic had chapters and had Kjd/kjm too

x if i could take you away by fadetomorrow

5. anonymous asked: hello! do u know the fic where b lost his memories when he woke up in a bus? it wasnt specified how he lost his memories but just did when he woke up after hours of travelling in the bus then c was waiting for him at the bus station? i remember a scene where cb went to b’s parents house who actually disowned him?

6. anonymous asked: Hello, I've been looking for a fanfic about chanyeol having cancer, I remember that all the chapter had the names of the tempo songs as title and that baekhyun didn't know that chanyeol had cancer and he was going to marry taeyeon, there was chankai too, I can't remember the title of the fanfic so it would be a great help if any of the admins know ><, thanks for all the hard work!

x What I'll do for more time (with you)

7. anonymous asked: Hello! Same person who asked for Ablaze here, thank you! Anyways, I am in search of this fic that I can't seem to find. My memory of it is very vague, my apologies. Alright, so I think Chanyeol is this sweet nerd best friend of Baekhyun. Baekhyun, I think, is dating Taeyeon here. On prom night Baekhyun escapes it and somehow ends up with motorcyclists, and they have a contest in which Chanyeol wins? He's a biker too. I remember someone quoting "Park's in for a treat" and that's it, sorry!

x you belong with me by hyunchanee_exo

8. anonymous asked: Hello! I was looking for an ABO Fic, where Baek and Yeol were roommates but B hates alphas, so alpha!Chanyeol hides the fact that he is one so he could be around Baek. I remember he even used a perfume, but that almost killed B. Also, he helped B during his heat, letting his alpha out, but B got mad. Thanks for all the hard work <3

x Sweet Lies by baekyeolshipper_28 

9. anonymous asked: Hello! I am looking for a college au fic where chanbaek is broken up and chanyeol realises that he misses baekhyun after sleeping around so he tries to court baekhyun after that. what i remember is that when baekhyun came over to chanyeol's apartment he sees traces of chanyeol sleeping aorund and gets upset, throws away all his makeup and at one point made chanyeol a lunchbox but the food was too salty. i think its either on ao3/lj. thank you!!!!

10. anonymous asked: Hey!! Love you 💕 Do you know this fic about Chanbaek being neighbors but chan hates baek cuz he's not over kyungso but baek easily fell for chan? Baek has pink hair color 💕 thank you!

x do you know where your heart is? by mychogiway

11. anonymous asked: hiiiii first of all just wanna say lovely blog ❤ so ive been searching for this fic and i cant find it anywhere idk perhaps i just imagines reading it lol so its abo soulmates mpreg au the plot is like cb is from the same pack they were best friends but drifted apart when cy became alpha of the pack only omegas can know whoe their intended is bh knows its cy. there was dubious consent bc cy basically forced bh, he had to leave the pack with yx bc cy is a manpain having idiot please help

Thank you  @fanficaholic5 @sang-hyogi @i-ship-chanbaek @baekhunny @bakeyolked @exootpfan  for the help!!

[exoschickentenderlove]

Favorite EXO Fics/One Shots Thus far...

I’m not a huge fic reader but I am going to keep this as a running list of ones I love. I will be back to edit this when I find new ones I like.

The Faults in Byun Baekhyun - Chanbaek

The Flaws in Park Chanyeol - Chanbaek (sequel to TFIBB)

I F*cked Your Boyfriend (Chanbaek)

Do Me Bad - Sehun x Reader (http://exoat2am.tumblr.com/post/140776805928/do-me-bad-pt1)

Hard to Believe - Sekai (http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1011649/1/hard-to-believe--exo-kai-sehun-sekai-prompt)

Aren't you Lonely? - Chanbaek (http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1206775/aren-t-you-lonely-christmas-fluff-exo-baekyeol)

Drawn Tight - Xiuhan (http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1006931/drawn-tight--exo-luhan-xiumin-xiuhan-exopromptmeme)

Tell Me You Want Me Around - Chanbaek (https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1265895/tell-me-you-want-me-around-tell-me-i-m-yours-exo-baekhyun-chanyeol-baekyeol-chanbaek)

The Microphone - Chanbaek (https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1264823/1/the-microphone-exo-baekyeol-chanbaek)

Parking in Rear - Chanbaek (http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/418666/1/parking-in-rear---exo-baekyeol-chanbaek)

One Wrong Move - SeKaiBaek (http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/715234/one-wrong-move----exo-kaibaek-sebaek)

A Stroke of Fuck (http://exo-tales.tumblr.com/post/163154799560/a-stroke-of-fuck-one)

Crack the Shutters (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11967132/chapters/27062562) **quick note on this one: this is my favorite fic of all time,, it was so beautiful and i definitely cried

Interlude - Chanbaek (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12410403) ** highly recommend, one of my absolute favorites

you were always the one for me - Chanbaek (https://archiveofourown.org/works/7802050)

You Bake Me Crazy - Chanbaek (https://archiveofourown.org/works/11463147)

The Competition - Chanbaek (http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1161815/the-competition-angst--baekhyun-chanyeol-baekyeol-chanbaek-modelau)

Wilder Mind - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10941054/chapters/24344901)

‘cause in your eyes i’d like to stay’ - Chanbaek (http://kei17.livejournal.com/12473.html)

Tightropes - Chanbaek (http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1018077/1/tightropes-romance–collegeau-baekyeol-chanbaek)

I got nothing here without you - Chanbaek (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12666075/chapters/28870428)

Losing Balance - Chanbaek (https://archiveofourown.org/works/6812707)

When In IKEA - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10832016) this one is super cute and funny

Mcsexy on the Side - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11527260/chapters/25875945)

like bourbon in my coffee cup - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10977417?view_adult=true)

Come In, Stay A While - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10876311) **really cute and i don't even like kids

Farfalle - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6978175)

Guilty Pleasure (http://smuttyfairy.tumblr.com/post/161329632943/guilty-pleasure-bbh-m)

the weight of the world - chankai (http://simplyephemeral.livejournal.com/88594.html) i literally didn’t ship chankai until this

one night - chanbaek (https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/998874/1/but-only-for-tonight-baekhyun-chanyeol-yixing-baekyeol-sulay-chanbaek-junmyeon)

Sweater Weather - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/9565262/chapters/22543142)

Fermata the Blue - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/6828316/chapters/15586162)

The Challenge - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/7804936)

Nothing but Summer - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/7391110) **a homophobic Kris but I really enjoy the development of the characters and the realities of being gay

Bitten by the Love Bug - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11059656)

Warm Enough for You Outside, Baby? - Chanbaek (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11048811/chapters/24631728) **so incredibly well-written and complex

Winter Wonder - Chanbaek (https://archiveofourown.org/works/8171119/chapters/18722956)

Bittersweet Baby - Chanbaek (https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1248455/bittersweet-baby-chanbaek-chanbaek)

Cashmere Craving - Baekxing (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12260361/chapters/27861849) long but totally worth it

Daddy Issues - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14321157)

Cream - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/11627844)

Give You Everything You Want - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/5656147)

Everything Beautiful is Far Away - Sekai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/8818798/chapters/20220604)

so why don't you blow me...a kiss before you go - Chanbaek (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15425952)

do you want me (crawling back to you) - Chanbaek https://archiveofourown.org/works/15984914

[bang-exo-tan]

Etched Hearts & Broken Parts

Chapter 2:

“Why won’t you meet him? Come on~ I really like him,” you try to whine through the phone. You hated whining to try and get your way, but most times it worked.

“No, I’ll meet him sometime later. I don’t want to… Now stop asking me!!!” she yelled quickly hanging up the phone so you couldn’t protest anymore. You knew she was angry because she rarely yelled at you, but you had no inkling why.

You had just wanted her to meet your boyfriend, and she had been putting it off for six months. Excuse after excuse, and you were really getting annoyed. I like him though, what the hell is your problem. Can’t you just meet a guy I like. Maybe she was trying to insinuate that you shouldn’t date anyone that wasn’t your soulmate. She knew what your “soulmates” were though, she knew that the likelihood of you meeting them and having them was into the negatives when it came to chances. So why is she so adamant about not meeting him?

You looked up from your phone to try and see him through the crowd immediately spotting the man who really resembled a lost puppy on the street. He was wearing an oversize navy blue and gray color block cardigan with a pink white ombre shirt, gray jeans and plain white tennis shoes. His hair was parted to the side and stopped right before an extremely large scarf enveloped his neck. You had joked about that scarf while you were shopping one day, saying it was cute because he looked fluffy and warm in it. You never expected to see it around his neck today.

You were clad no differently yourself. You wore black straight leg jeans to try and hide the size of your hips (which didn’t really work because you are mostly hips and thighs), black ankle boots, a white sweater, matching burgundy beanie and scarf, with a black and white plaid coat on top. You were the matching cozy winter couple.

You giggled as snow began to fall which caused the man, who was still looking for you even though you were five feet from him, to become frantic. You giggled once more as you leaned forward and grabbed his arm.

“Yixing~!!!”

“Oh? _________!”

                                                                                        ~ * ~

You looked up and saw him and for a moment he looked just like he did back then, but your eyes adjusted. He seemed to be calling your name, trying to get your attention probably, but you weren’t paying attention, you just brushed past him and went out the door of the building, quickly hailing a taxi to take you anywhere. You didn’t care, you just needed to get as far away as possible.

                                                                                    ~ * ~

“Where are they Jongdae?” Yixing said as he burst into the studio. He had tried to run after her, but she had already hopped in the taxi and was most likely on her way home. At least he hoped.

He walked in to see Jongdae, two very stunned men, and a woman and another man were talking very loudly asking each other questions.

“Xing! Did you catch her? Is she ok?” Jongdae ran up to him as he walked in.

“She took off, I don’t know where she’s going,” Yixing said as he looked to the two men at the back of the room. One of them had snapped out of it and was walking towards him, while the other stood still in his place.

“What do you mean she took off? Where is she?” the man asked. At least, it was worded as a question but sounded more like a command.

“I don’t know, but it’s none of your business. You’ve done enough,” Yixing growled at the man. He usually wouldn’t be so angry or bold, but this guy just got under his skin and he knew exactly why.

“None of our-” he scoffed, “She’s our soulmate!”

“She’s not your anything!” Yixing yelled back, not noticing the other man had come up beside them. “She is ours and we’re not gonna lose her to the likes of you.”

Jongdae tried to grab Yixing and pull him back. He had never seen the man angry before and truthfully, it was kind of scary. “Xing, I don’t know what’s going on ,but you need to cool it-” Jongdae said but was quickly cut off with Chanyeol grabbing the now furious Jongin and practically dragging him out the door.

“And you. You don’t even want her. I can see it in your eyes,” Yixing said before Chanyeol could get Kai all the way out. “Don’t you dare come near her if you can’t even stand seeing her name on your wrist.”

                                                                                        ~*~

“Ma’am, you need to get off,” the man said as he stopped in front of the beach. “We’ve come all the way to Busan from Seoul, and I need to get home.”

After you paid the man and thanked him you practically slid out of the taxi and onto the ground. You didn’t know where to go at that point. You just wandered for a while, still dazed at what had happened. You found yourself plopped down on a bench in front of a large apartment building. You had followed a couple of people to the spot and sat down to watch the event unfold in front of you. There were a few dozen people standing outside the apartment building yelling and holding signs. You assumed it was a protest, though you weren’t positive. The voices kept jumbling together making them incoherent.

You reached in your pocket for your phone, only to realize you had left it on top of the cables in the studio. Great. Just perfect. She is going to kill me.

You walked toward the crowd thinking that one of them might know where the closest bus stop was. As you walked closer, you started to understand what they were saying and you fell to your knees.

“Chanyeol, Kai! I’m your soulmate!”

“I have the tattoos look!”

“It’s me! I can totally see them right here!”

“Move lady! We’re trying to see them here! You’re in the way!” One guy said as he grabbed your wrist and pushed you out of the way. The newly formed marks on your skin were still sore, so you let out a yelp as you were practically pulled out of the way.

You walked around trying to find a way to get to a bus station and as far away from the building as a possible. A black BMW coupe screeched to a halt as you came around the backside of the building. The windows were almost pitch black, and when a man stepped out of the passenger side, you turned to try and escape but he had come up and grabbed your wrist to try and stop you.

You let out a yelp and pulled away, “Why is everyone trying to grab my wrists! It hurts!”

“Who grabbed you?!” Jongin yelled.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you mocked back.

“Jongin…” Chanyeol growled as he exited the car, trying to calm down his soulmate.

“Not my business? I’m your soulmate!” Jongin yelled back.

“You don’t know that!” You yelled back both trying to get him off your back, and to attempt to convince yourself of what you knew was a lie.

Jongin sighed as he pinched his temple, “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be… Just come inside and let’s talk.”

“That’s not a good idea Jongin,” Chanyeol whispered as he came up beside his lover.

“She needs to rest,” Jongin insisted, “And we all need to figure this out. Please… just come inside and clean up ok? Let’s uhm… put some ointment on that.” He gestured to your wrists which you were now holding with your hands to try and soothe the ache.

The apartment was just as you pictured for two rich male celebrities. Sleek light gray walls with high end amenities, dark hardwood floors and floor to ceiling widows that overlooked the Busan skyline. The first floor seemed to house the dining room, kitchen and entertainment system, while the second floor looked to hold a dance studio on an open balcony and a closed off room. You could tell there was a third floor, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was used for. Probably the bedroom, you thought.

“The bathroom is in that corner,” Jongin explained. “We’ll just sit here and wait for you to get done.” Jongin said as he took a seat at an extremely long dining room table. You didn’t know why two men would need such a long table, but you also figured it was none of your business. I’m the mistake, I shouldn’t question what they do. It’s not my business.

You finished washing your wrists and just stared at the new “tattoos” that formed earlier that day. Once you turned off the water, you heard the men talking amongst themselves.

“What are you expecting to happen?” Chanyeol wondered.

“I don’t know,” Jongin deadpanned.

“You’re wrong if you think I’m going to accept this,” Chanyeol warned. “She’s going to ruin everything.”

“She’s our soulmate, Chan,” Jongin emphasized. “She can’t ruin it, she’s a part of it.”

“She’s not for us. She’ll never be a part of us. I’m never going to accept something like this. Have you seen her? What would we do with her?” Chanyeol almost pleadingly begged. “No. I’m not going to do this. I’m not going to be a part of anything like that.”

You tried to quickly make it to the door without them seeing you but right when you opened it, the ding of the alarm went off. Both turned to look at you. No one said a word but both pairs of eyes looking at you seemed to speak volumes. One begging you to stay, the other begging you to leave; maybe for your sake, maybe for his, you couldn’t tell. But you knew, the latter was right. You didn’t belong.

“Listen,” you began, “I know how disappointing it must be for your second soulmate to be someone like me. I don’t know you guys, but he’s right. I don’t belong here. It’s not you guys, it’s me. I’m the mistake. It’s just best if we leave it at this. Goodbye.”

You closed the door behind you as you tried not to cry. You didn’t know them, they shouldn’t have meant that much, but why did it hurt so bad?

                                                                                   ~*~

They stared at the door for what seemed like forever, until Jongin turned to look at his soulmate who potentially just ruined both of their lives. “You need to fix this.”

[bang-exo-tan]

"Etched Hearts and Broken Parts" - Chapter 1

Tags/Warnings: Chankai x Chubby!Reader, mentions of blood, insecurity mention, angst 

           As you rounded the corner you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket for what was probably the tenth time. You didn’t know if your phone could take as much action as it had been getting in the 10 minute span since you left your house. You examined your poor little phone as you slid it out of your back pocket. It hadn’t been the newest edition when you first bought it and that was a couple of years ago. Being a videographer who could do anything when it came to television and filming, your slim little touch phone with all of its cracks and scratches had seen everything from hardwood, to concrete, to asphalt and everything in between, yet still the poor thing held itself together. It wasn’t that you couldn’t buy a new one, you had enough money to. You were just frugal and you felt like you and the phone had something in common. Broken, but still holding it together the best you both could.

          You slid your finger across the broken glass thankful that after all this time, you had never been cut by it and dialed the number that had been texting you practically non-stop since you left the apartment.  “You’re going to kill my phone if you keep this up. What is it?”

          “You didn’t give me a hug goodbye,” she said. You could easily picture the big pout that was spreading across her lips.

          “I’m sorry?” you giggled at the random childishness she was showing. “I’ll hug you when I get home.”

          “You didn’t give Xing one either,” she said matter-of-factly.

          “Tell him I’m sorry I guess?” your awkward reply went up a higher pitch at the end signaling to her that you were uncomfortable with the current topic.

          “So you’re going to come straight home after work right?” she asked and you could hear Yixing in the background immediately ask her what you had replied.

          “Yes. I’m coming home, right after work.” you emphasized. “It’s just an interview it should be a really quick shoot then I have to put away all the equipment and stuff. I promise I’ll be home right after that.”

          “Ask her if she’s going to be working the camera today,” you heard Yixing ask. Before she could even repeat his question, you began to reply. “No I’m not going to be working camera. Jongdae is probably going to have me doing all kinds of work with audio and directing but I’m not going to be on camera.”

          “GOOD,” they both exclaimed in unison.

          “What’s going on?” You asked, “Why does it matter if I’m going to be working camera or not?”

          “Ummm… well….” She mumbled a habit she always had when trying to come up with some kind of excuse when she was caught doing something she knew was wrong.

          “Your sunburn!” Yixing yelled, “You always start feeling really sick after you get a sunburn and you got one yesterday. So ummm….”

          “We just want to make sure you won’t be standing up the whole entire time. You know…” she explained.

          “You know so we don’t have to hear you complaining about your legs and back being sore while you’ve got sun sickness,” Yixing began again. “No one wants to deal with that. Ha. Ha. ….. Ha.” His laugh was more awkward than usual but you didn’t have any more time to argue with them. The strange conversation distracted you from how long you had actually been walking and you had already made it to the subway.

          “Okay. You guys just enjoy being weird together while I’m gone. I’m at the subway, so I’ll talk to you when I’m on my way home,” you were about to hang up when you heard Yixing yell your name.

          “Come home soon. Okay? We’re waiting,” he said.

          You let yourself get pulled back into the nostalgia of it all, and giggled as you walked down the stairs toward the subway, “Yeah, be back 

                                                  ~*~

          “What happened to you?” You heard an all too annoying voice

          “I don’t know, Jongdae,” you sneered over at your “boss” if you could or should even call him that. “Maybe my “boss” had me training a bunch of newbies in the scorching sun all day yesterday. Does something like that ring a bell?” You raised your eyebrow as you looked over at him, he was rocking back and forth on his tiptoes and whistling obviously ignoring your complaints.

          You made your way to the brightly lit studio room and set your bag down to the side bringing out all of your labeled cables in case the camera operators. The studio was normal, nothing special really. A big room with a wall and floor at one end painted completely in white with three chairs in the middle, cameras docked in their rightful places at the other end, a ceiling covered in lights with some hanging down for more controlled light, and a control room off to the side; completely closed off so the ambient noise from the control room wouldn’t contaminate the studio.

          You bent down to make sure all of the cables were labeled correctly, you knew they were but the double checking had become a habit.

          “Here,” Jongdae said as he waved a tube of crème in your face.

          “What is it?” you didn’t move to take the tube, you wouldn’t put it past him to sneak something in it.

          “Here,” Jongdae grunted as he took your hand and almost smashed the crème into your hand. “It’s for sunburns. I bought it on my way here. I have a feeling that I’m going to get a call later from a very pissed off couple complaining that I’m a slave driver and giving my best worker a sunburn. Please tell them I got you this.”

          His pleading look made you laugh out loud, “Thanks man,” you said through tears as you put your hand on his shoulder. You started making your way to the control room when you were stopped by a tug on the back of your collar.

          “Actually about that… we’re down a few people because of the interviewees. They wanted as little people as possible and well… I have a floor manager and I’ll work all everything in the control room but I need you to work camera.”

          “What?! Oh come on!” you huffed but you knew there wasn’t anything you could do.

                                                  ~*~

          After 30 minutes of helping Jongdae get everything ready in the control room, the interviewer and floor manager filed in. Figuring that the interviewees were not far behind, you made sure that the two cameras (one on the interviewer and one on the two people being interviewed) were in place and made your way to the camera in the middle, which you would be using the most.

          Just as you predicted, it wasn’t very long after that two men strolled into the studio. The taller of the two came in first. He wore a black button up shirt with white stripes going both horizontal and vertical, making a tick-tac-toe pattern, which was tucked into his black skinny jeans, and a black blazer. There was a wide black leather band on one of his wrists, and the outfit was finished off with a pair of black ankle boots. The other, just a bit shorter but not by much, wore a white button down, with a black leather jacket on top accentuated by large gold zippers, blue jeans and black pointed ankle boots with gold studs around the bottom. Their outfits matched together perfectly and accentuated the best parts of them – which was everything from what you could tell.

          You looked down at your own outfit and almost guffawed at the stark contrast. You were wearing a gray bomber jacket with an alien patch, a rainbow tie dye tank top, light wash blue jeans with rips at the knees, and gray converse. The separation of worlds just by clothing alone was comical.

             The men went to sit down in their two seats to the left, and just sat and talked with each other as the interviewer reviewed the questions a few more times. The floor manager came up beside you and leaned down to your level, “This is so exciting,” he whispered.

          “I guess,” you shrugged as you moved from camera to camera checking focus, headroom, and all of the other things that were needed to make the shot look good.

          The floor manager didn’t hesitate to follow you around while you were doing your last minute checks, “You’re not telling me you’re not excited that one of the top celebrity couples came out with a big secret and we’re the first ones to interview them about it?” He asked but you just stared at him with a blank expression.

          “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, “I don’t know who these people are. I’m just here to do my job.”

          “You mean you don’t know –” he began to say rather loudly but you couldn’t hear what he said because Jongdae had stuck his head out of the control room and yelled for everyone to get ready.

          You went back to your main camera and put your headphones on waiting for directions from Jongdae. When you looked in the view finder, both men were staring at your camera so intensely you peered from around your position to see if you saw correctly. When you did, they quickly went back to talking with themselves until the floor manager started counting down.

          “We have the exclusive interview here with the most popular couple in Korea!” The interviewer began, “They’re with me today to answer some questions from their fans and also to give us an EX-CLUE-SIVE announcement!”

          You had started feeling sick from your sunburn about halfway through the interview, so you weren’t really paying attention to what was being said until you heard the announcer’s voice cut in after the last commercial break. “Let’s not waste any more time,” she smiled as she turned from her own camera toward the couple. “Chanyeol, Jongin, please tell us about your BIG announcement.”

          Your eyes widened and you stared down at your wrists, you could see it written there, as clear as the first day you saw them all those years ago. The two names written on your wrists that no one else could see, that for years no one believed were really there. Park Chanyeol, written on the left, Kim Jongin, written on the right.

          You just stared at the marks on your wrists until you heard something that caused you to jolt your head upwards.

          “So what do you mean you have a third soulmate?” the interviewer asked in shock.

          “Well, it means just that. We have another soulmate out there,” Jongin said as he held his husband’s hand.

          “It’s hard to talk about since we obviously have no proof of it, but it is true. We have a soulmate out there somewhere.” Chanyeol reiterated as he took his other hand and placed it on top of Jongin’s and squeezed.

          “So are you looking for them? Why did you wait this long to announce news like this? Why did you decide to announce it now? You’re already married, how will this other soulmate fit into the mix?” The interviewer came at the couple with a barrage of questions.

          “I mean we’re not particularly looking for them,” Chanyeol mumbled.

          “We don’t really have all the answers right now,” Jongin said, “All we can say to the fans, to those watching is that we can no longer – in good conscience – hide that we have another soulmate.”

          You were back to looking at your wrists after that not even knowing that the interview was over, it was like you were frozen in place. You were telling yourself that it was a coincidence, that maybe you weren’t the only person born with Park Chanyeol and Kim Jongin written on your wrists. That these two people, this famous celebrity couple you didn’t even know about, they couldn’t be your soulmates. They must have been someone else’s. Not you – the ugly, overweight, poor, useless, nobody. You looked up and saw the couple and the interviewer headed towards the door to the control room when Jongdae came out of the door waving his hands around.

          “_________, what are you doing? Pack it up and go home. Did you get sick from the sunburn or something? Why are you just standing there?”

          Your eyes widened with fear and your heart started pacing.

          “____________?” your left wrist started to burn and sting and ache.

          “____________.” your right wrist began to feel the same as the man named Jongin took a step toward you.

          You turned on your heels and without looking back, without thinking, you ran. As you felt the blood start to trickle down from your wrists, as you felt the stinging of names being carved into them by some unknown force, you felt the tears stream down your cheeks because , your fears had been right all along. They were perfect, they were in love, they were married, and you were an overweight nobody. You had been left behind for the second time in your life. You were broken.

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"Etched Hearts and Broken Parts": Preview/Prologue

Tags: Soulmate AU, angst, romance, poly romance, EXO

         They estimate that it was around 25 years ago when it probably started, around the time you were born. Soulmates. Children being born, growing up, and telling their parents that there was a name on their body that only they could see. Teenagers meeting a stranger with the same name, hearing their own name said by the owner of the ghost writing, and tattoos forming where the invisible monikers once stood.

         “Somehow activated by hearing your soulmate say your name” you remember one scientist said on late night television. It was during the time when hundreds of cases of tattoos on minors started popping up. “You’re children aren’t lying, they really do see a name on them,” TV Psychiatrists would say on the talk shows your mom used to watch.

         Name. Name. Name. NAME. Just hearing SOULMATE made you sick to your stomach. You knew from the first time you told your mother. With the way she looked at you, the way she didn’t believe you, you knew. At seven years old, with two names written in invisible ink on your wrists… you knew that you were broken.

                                                                  ~*~

         You grunted as you put your bag down at the entrance to your apartment. The bag was weighed down with what felt like 50 pounds of headphones, and cables. You shuffled off your work boots and slid yourself down to lay on the cold floor which might not have done much for cooling you down, but it still felt good. You felt your white tank top sticking so tight to you from sweat it might have to be surgically removed, your black, and green plaid shirt was splayed out on the floor almost giving you angel wings and your rolled cuff blue jean shorts (which at the beginning of the day fell about an inch above your knees), had ridden so far up your thighs, they might as well be underwear at this point. Being chubby and in the heat is never a good combo.

         “Don’t get your nasty sweat on the floor, I just mopped this morning,” your best friend scolded as she walked down the hallway and stood in front of you. She was in her normal lounge at home outfit, a black t-shirt, and heather grey leggings. You were in direct eyesight with her teddy bear slippers, and you poked one of the bear’s nose before sliding across the floor and crawling on the couch. “Tough day?” She asked as she set your head on her lap and ran her fingers through your hair.  

         “We got a bunch of newbies who didn’t know how to work any of the equipment and the client was almost an hour late. Apparently, she was with her soulmate and lost track of time AND it was an outside set. In the Summer! Do they realize this is KOREA, it’s hot as hell here! I sat by Satan on the subway ride home!,” you scoffed and scrunched your nose.

         “I can understand wanting to spend time with your soulmate, but still that’s no excuse,” she said the coolness of her hand felt good on your forehead.  

         You heard the chime of the door opening and instantly jumped off the couch and started making your way down the hall. “I-I’m uh, going to go and take a shower, I-I-I… I feel gross,” you called out as you ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Yixing got off early today, you thought to yourself as you ran some cool water. You felt your heart start to ache and tears attempt to come to your eyes before you shook them away and got in the shower.

         “Where is she?” you heard Yixing ask. His question was followed by pots and pans clanging around and the sound of plastic grocery bags crumpling. While the bedrooms were sound proof, everything else in the tiny apartment wasn’t, and it amazed you how well sound carried from the kitchen, down the hall, and into the bathroom.

         “She went to take a shower, she’ll be out in a bit. They made her work in the sun all day! I should call that boss of hers and give him a piece of my mind,” she rambled. You figured she had probably taken a seat at the kitchen bar like she always does. Since they met, she’s always loved to watch Yixing cook… among other things.

         “Did you ask her yet?” He asked.

         “No, not yet. I was going to but, it’s so hard to bring up. Maybe we should both do it,” she said.

         “Eh… it might be… awkward if I’m there. But yeah, we should both ask her, since we’re both part of it anyways,” he said. “But not today. Not when she’s tired. Maybe this weekend?”

         “Yeah that would be great,” she said, “I’m so nervous.”

         I guess it’s time, you thought. They’re going to ask me to move

                                                                ~*~

         “It smells delicious,” you said as you walked out of the bathroom still towel drying the hair on your head. The water was falling down your neck and down your cleavage which was made all the more prominent due to your sports bra. Your Harley Quinn raglan tee was damp at the shoulders, and your black pajama shorts were sticking to the inside of your thighs. You looked over at your best friend and Yixing who were just staring at you.  “What? Does it not taste good?”

         “No, it’ll taste good. I didn’t let this one touch anything, so it’ll taste good.” He winked at you as he pinched your best friend’s cheek.

         “Hey! I’m not that bad! I swear, if you weren’t my soulmate I’d-,” she caught herself as she looked at you.

         “Will you stop acting like that already?” You tried to laugh it off, “You make it awkward when you do that.” Your attempt at dispelling the awkward moment only magnified it, and the same atmosphere continued all through dinner.

         “I’m probably going to be late getting home tomorrow,” you said as you cleaned the last dish from dinner and made your way to the living room. They were seated on the couch, cuddling and watching tv, another routine they had acquired after becoming soulmates.

         “What? Whyyyyy?” your best friend whined as she moved Yixing’s arm from her shoulder and turned from her spot on the couch to face you.

         “Apparently some celebrity couple has come out with an announcement and now I have to go with a crew to film their interview.” You said as you bent down and looked in your bag of cables to make sure everything that you would need for the next day was there.

         “But you were supposed to have the day off! We were going to have a girl day!” She whined again.

         “I know but… my boss says it’s pretty important and we’re really lucky to get this interview. I don’t really have a choice.” You sighed as you zipped up your bag and made your way towards her. “I’ll ask for a day off after tomorrow ok?” You tried to appease her by ruffling her hair. “Listen, we have to set everything up in the morning. I’m going to go ahead and go to bed.”

         “Goodnight,” Yixing turned around and smiled at you awkwardly.

         “Yeah. Night,” You returned just as awkwardly and made your way to your room.

                                                                ~*~

         “Celebrity couple reveal that they are missing a piece! Famous producer, composer, and lyricist Chanyeol and his soulmate, actor and model Jongin, formerly known as Kai claim to have a second soulmate!”

         Yixing stared wide eyed at the television screen while his soulmate let out an audible gasp beside him.

         “You don’t think, that’s not them… tomorrow. She’s going to…” just the thought of it shocked her and she couldn’t form any complete thoughts.

         “It’s ok,” he said as he pulled her onto his chest and rubbed her back. He could feel the anxiety seeping off her and her heart was about to beat out of her chest. “Don’t worry. It’s not them, it can’t be. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything like that happen. I promise. She’ll be fine. We will all be fine.”

         He reassured her but something deep down inside told him that he needed to do something. That they needed to do something, and fast.