#chanyeol one shot

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hey!! Can I request a chanyeol fic, reader is fwb with chanyeol and is madly inlove with him, confesses to him but gets rejected then when she decides to move on, chanyeol realises what hes lost 🥺

Synopsis: You met Chanyeol in the final year of college by pure accident when your previous roommate moves out and he comes in his place. Being roommates with a college hottie has it's pros.... but also it's cons. Every moment spend with Chanyeol tangled between the sheets ignited something deep within you, deeper than just bodily lust. But the real question is, is it the same way with him? Does your smile pull at his heartstrings just the way his pulls at yours?

Pairing:- Chanyeol X Fem Reader

Genre:- Smut, Angst

Author's note: YAYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU SOO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! IT GOT ME SOOO EXCITED! I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS. I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT EVEN THOUGH THIS HAD ME CARRIED AWAY. ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY :((

.... Sometime in late evening ....

It was a daily occurrence now, almost like clockwork. One of you would be having a shitty day (and that's mostly every other day) and you'd seek each other out.

Or rather, he would seek you out.

You didn't even enter the living room properly and he was already on you, his hand on your ass as he pulls you closer harshly, claiming your lips with a fervent need.

One of his hands took the books from yours and placed them on the table absentmindedly, his other hand squeezing your ass through the fabric of your jeans, all the while his tongue clashed against yours in a never ending battle for dominance.

It was exhilarating for him, for no matter how many times he'd have had you, you were always that wild, untamed brat that never quite bend at his will easily like the other girls who practically threw themselves at him.

You tiptoed as you tried to keep up with his kiss, giving him a run for his damn sanity with the way you bit on his lower lip, your moan was followed by his deep groan against your lips. Your arms were around his neck, fingers naturally tangling in his luxurious locks.

That was the way you guys were.

If someone would ask you what you and Chanyeol are, you would have no answer, absolutely none. You weren't together. You certainly aren't lovers. You were just two people who would seek each other out to let out your pent up frustration.

You still remember how it all actually began. It was the second last semester and your neat freak of a roommate moved out suddenly, and a tall and drop dead gorgeous giant came in.

At first you didn't give in to his advances, knowing fully well that Chanyeol wasn't the type to commit, wasn't the type to have something serious. But one drunken night and one taste of his lips was enough to convince you otherwise.

Outside the bedroom, you were roommates with completely different lives. Inside the bedroom, however, Chanyeol fucked you like he owned you, every inch of you. He was gifted at the art of the bedroom. He worshipped every inch of you like he cherished nothing more than he cherished you.

But you knew it was all a facade.

It was an unspoken agreement. No strings attached. Just sex. Nothing else.

Simple.

Or so you initially thought.

But every touch of his upon your heated skin, every kiss that took your breathe away, every word he uttered to you, it all built up into something until you realized that the reason why you can't go out with some other guy is because you're in love with the one who's interested in owning you only while in the sheets.

That jolt of harsh truth was what brought you back to the reality.

Chanyeol's lips leave your to trail a wet path down your neck, biting and suckling at your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan yet again.

Chanyeol always managed to coax moans from you like how one coaxes melody from an instrument.

You arch your neck, letting him have his way with you. You had little defenses when his lips and tongue and teeth made you lightheaded. He groaned against your skin, pulling you incredibly closer, grinding his hard length against your clothed center and gods, that almost made you see literal stars.

"Bedroom. Now." His deep baritone was laced with a needy growl, his hold on your waist turned impatient, tapping your thigh in a way to tell you to wrap your legs around him as he took you to his room, his lips finding solace in yours yet again.

Chanyeol let go of you lips only after your back hit the mattress, lips tracing a path downward, pulling your skirt and panties along and throwing them absentmindedly in some corner of the room.

What happened next is the same yet different for you. The same disregard for clothes, the frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth, his impatience in getting his hands on your bare skin. But even when the majority of these occurrences were the same for you, what was different was the way it felt each and every time.

His lips fervently mapping out your heated skin felt personal, his hands worshipping crevices; that even you don't deem worthy of attention; felt personal. When he ate you out like a man starved and made you come upon his skilled tongue, it felt personal. Each and every thrust of his girthy cock into your tight cunt felt personal.

They say to not catch feelings but how could you not? How could you not catch feelings when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in his deep voice? How could you not catch feelings when he made you feel like you were something different, something important, and not just one of the many girls he sleeps around with? How could you not catch feelings when one smile of his could brighten your whole day? How could you not catch feelings when you beheld the passionate gleam in his eyes whenever he's doing the things he loves.

Time spent with Chanyeol tangling in the sheets was blissful, but that's exactly where the bliss ends and the harsh reality slaps. The sound of Chanyeol rolling off the bed, the light shuffling of feet, the rustle of clothes, oh and the final nail on the coffin, the sound of the door slamming shut as he leaves your room. All of it clawed away at your feelings. Whenever you get high hopes, Chanyeol slams the door shut on them.

It was getting exhausting, this cycle of mental torture. The fact that he probably fucked around with other girls and would touch and kiss and hold them the same he did with you. The fact that while these mutually agreed escapades meant nothing to him, they were the reason why you weren't seeing anyone else anymore. The final semester was coming to an end, and so was your sanity and patience.

You couldn't take the weight of the feelings locked deep in your heart anymore.

You make up your mind, deciding that you'll tell him, hoping against hope that his reaction would be affirmative.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate?", whispered a little voice in your head.

You pushed those thoughts aside, trying not to think of how exactly Chanyeol's possible rejection might effect you.

.... A Week Later ....

The past was repeating itself yet again when Chanyeol stood up from the couch he moment you entered and crossed the distance between you both, lustful intentions swimming in his brown orbs. He made to pull you closer, hand reaching out when you stepped back.

Unspoken questions were evident in his gaze, a slightly pained expression taking form in his eyes. You took that was an opportunity to speak, your voice low, your eyes on his.

"What are we, Chanyeol? What am I to you?"

Chanyeol's demeanor shifted at that, body going rigid as he pulled back the hand that was reaching out towards you. He underwent a whole change. His eyes went vacant, face going neutral and you were no longer able to read the expressions on his face, the emotions in his eyes.

Standing right before you was a man who couldn't care less.

He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, "It isn't that deep. It's just sex, y/n. We talked about this."

The audacity. The mere audacity of this man, to shrug and cross his arms as if this isn't like the matter of life and death for you.

You took a step closer, your feelings replaced by bubbling anger, anger and pity, anger on how stupid you've been, anger on him, pity for yourself, pity for the pathetic situation you've got yourself in. While you were boiling up from within, tears had started to line the corner of you eyes with the way this conversation was turning out.

You tried to sound anything but broken, but your voice betrayed you. "You've got to be kidding me, Chanyeol! It isn't 'just sex' and you know it too!"

The tall man had the audacity to huff a humorless laugh at your words, and it further made your composure crumble. He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, throat bobbing as he took deep breaths.

"C'mon y/n, don't be absurd. Or perhaps.. did you think that we are a thing? It was just sex, dammit! We talked about this. About not catching feelings. Don't be a child, y/n."

Ouch

That. That was perhaps the last straw for you, for you and the tears you've been holding back. They cascaded down your cheeks in a hot, salty trail and you let them. You were done trying to act like you were okay when you actually weren't.

Chanyeol stilled, taking all but one step towards you before you held up a hand, taking two steps back, away from him.

"y/n... please... I'm sorry. It.. came out wrong.. listen to me.. let's talk-"

"No."

You were done. After being trapped in an endless cycle of having nothing but one sided feelings, making a fool of yourself in front of this man who is brushing it off as if your heart isn't at your fucking throat, you were done. You still have some self respect left in you and you'll not do the mistake of letting him affect you this greatly again.

Pining Chanyeol with a stern look, you turned to your heel, running up the little distance to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. All of Chanyeol's half hearted pleas were put to a deaf ear.

You leaned against the door, your legs giving out beneath you as you sank to your knees. Back against the door, you pulled your knees to your chest, head bowing as you cried and cried and cried, the voice of Chanyeol's pleas fading and then vanishing entirely followed by a soft thud of footsteps as he left.

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.... Three Hours Later ....

After an hour of crying, two hours of pitying yourself and stewing in your grief, you finally raise your head with a determined gleam in your eyes.

You were done.

So very done.

.

Sometime around 10 the next morning

"y/n?"

Chanyeol's deep voice reverberated throughout the apartment, getting no answers. He called out again, desperate and breathlessly this time. He had already knocked thrice on your door, three harsh raps on the wood that would wake even the dead.

Now that he was awake after a very disturbing sleep last night, he wanted to make amends. He wanted to talk to you. Just the mere thought of losing you; because of something he said in the heat of the moment without prior knowledge of how he actually felt; just that thought alone made him lose his fucking mind.

He took a deep breathe, readying himself, for what, he didn't know. He took out the extra pair of keys from his pocket, pulling out the one to your door, putting it in and turning it before he could second guess himself.

He gasped.

No

It couldn't be

He had braced himself for a lot of ways in which this situation could have unfolded in front of him and yet the particular way in which the things played out caught him completely by surprise.

The room, which belonged to you, was empty, save for the the bed, the table and the closet and the various drawers and other conventional things that were always there. All your posters were gone, all your favorite books were gone, every single thing that screamed your name to Chanyeol was gone.

He took unsteady steps towards the bed, grabbing the pillow that lay there. It smelled faintly of you, strawberry and vanilla. His breathe came in raspy pants as he wrapped his mind around what had happened.

You had left.

Left him.

Chanyeol sank to his knees and wept, tears free flowing from his beautiful eyes in angry torrents.

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A very much requested Part 2 of this

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Little Lady ~ Park Chanyeol

Your eyes rolled as soon as Chanyeol came up behind you, reaching up to the top shelf of the cupboard. The smile on his face was wide as he passed you what it was that you wanted without even having to stretch.

Your hands reluctantly took the bowl from him, placing it down on the counter. You had lost count of how long you’d tried to get it down, trying just about everything to be able to reach.

“Your height is so unfair,” you muttered underneath your breath, “why can’t you just give up a few inches and give them to me instead?” You then asked Chanyeol a little louder.

“No way,” he chuckled, “because then I wouldn’t be able to help you out as much.”

You could hear in his voice how much he enjoyed having you rely on him, knowing that his height came in good use for you. Your head kept shaking as you moved around towards the fridge, beginning to look through to get out what you needed to start making dinner.

“Can you reach?” Chanyeol teased from behind you as he watched you look through.”

You immediately shot a glare back across at him, with the fridge not too high you had access to everything, but he still couldn’t help but mess with you. Your eyes rolled before turning back around, only to feel a pair of arms soon snake around your waist.

“I caught you rolling your eyes, you’re in trouble now you know.”

His arms lifted you up with ease and up to rest over the top of his shoulder, leaving you up in the sky. Even as you rested on Chanyeol’s shoulder everything felt much higher up, the many inches between you both making a big difference.

“Where are you taking me? I need to start making dinner.”

“No way, not after you just rolled your eyes at me,” Chanyeol very quickly replied to you.

Before you knew it, you found yourself laid out on the sofa with Chanyeol underneath you, the tips of your toes resting against his kneecaps. “You won’t eat if you keep me here,” you warned him, only for his shoulders to shrug back at you.

Chanyeol’s eyes remained on you as you wriggled around, knowing that his grip was always far too strong for you to ever be able to get out of. “I can’t believe you rolled your eyes when I was trying to help,” he whispered to himself, with you hearing him too.

“I can reach the fridge, I’m not as small as you think I am you know.”

Your eyes looked to Chanyeol expectantly, making sure that he was paying attention to you. He loved to tease you and push the boundaries with you, but your eyes let him know that he wasn’t just teasing you earlier, something that he very quickly wanted to put right.

“I was only messing with you,” he assured you, laying you down against his shoulder. “I knew that you could reach into the fridge, you’re not that small at least.”

Hey,” you frowned, hitting against his chest, “I’m nowhere near as small as you think I am, I mean it’s not my fault that you are a quite literal giant.”

The height difference between the two of you felt as if it was something that shouldn’t work, but it did. Chanyeol focused on the high up things, and you got the low down things when it hurt him too much to bend.

A chuckle came from Chanyeol as you hit against him. “I think your height is very endearing,” he suddenly spoke, taking you by surprise by how nice he was to you all of a sudden.

“What have you done now?” You asked him, knowing that he was only ever nice when he had done something wrong. “Did you break something whilst getting the bowl out of the cupboard?”

Chanyeol’s head shook back at you straight away, for once having done nothing wrong. He just wanted you to know how he felt about you, how as much as he loved to joke, he could also be serious too.

“Helping you with things is one of my favourite things to do,” Chanyeol suddenly declared, “I love the fact that you always have that look in your eyes when you need something from me but you’re too stubborn to ask.”

You had no idea about your habit, but it was something that Chanyeol knew all too well. He could always see when you were struggling, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Your height is what makes you utterly irresistible,” he suddenly added, not letting the silence carry for too long. “I love how easy it is to lift you and how you’re the perfect height to wrap your legs around my waist when I carry you too.”

“I always thought you hated the fact that my feet always end up resting against your bum,” you noted, only to see Chanyeol’s head shake back at you. “All these times when you tease me, you actually enjoy doing things for me?”

Chanyeol nodded in reply to you, unable to quite find the words to tell you just how much he loved it. Knowing that you relied on him, even if it was just for his height, was one of the things that he adored, knowing that he was wanted and needed by you.

“I wouldn’t want you to even grow an inch, even though you want a few of the inches on my height,” Chanyeol smiled down at you, pressing a kiss against your forehead too. “In my eyes, you are perfect the way you are, I reckon you’d hate being taller too, that would mean I wouldn’t be able to cuddle you as tightly as I do.”

The corners of your smile turned up as Chanyeol managed to make his point perfectly, knowing that his cuddles were always a big weakness of yours that you adored.

For so long you had worried that Chanyeol maybe wanted you to be taller too with all of the remarks that he made, but instead he said them because it was what he loved about you. Nothing was better for him than being able to tease you, especially as he always struggled to speak clearly from his heart.

“I still have to make dinner even though you’re being nice to me,” you told him, “there’s actually a bag of sauce that’s a little bit too high that’s got your name on it.”

“How about we don’t cook tonight?” Chanyeol suggested, “I know for a fact that you would much rather stay here and be cuddled up to me instead of being in the kitchen Y/N.”

Your smile slowly widened, hating just how well Chanyeol knew you. “What are we going to do if I don’t cook? We’ve not exactly got any snacks in.”

Whilst keeping you balanced on top of him, Chanyeol reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out his phone. Waving it in front of your face, you knew what he wanted straight away, nodding in agreement.

“Whilst we wait for it to arrive, we can go back into the kitchen and I can help you put all of the high up things away,” Chanyeol told you with a wide smile on his face.

“You know sometimes I think that we should just invest in a step ladder,” you suggested, only for Chanyeol to quickly shake his head in response to you.

“No little lady, I’m your step ladder.”

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Late Night Tender [P.CY]

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A/N’s NOTE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANYEOL!

NOTE 2: I’m so sorry for being inactive. A lot has happened that made me halt a pile of WIPs. Here’s a birthday gift for our giant and for everyone else! This was inspired by a scene from The King: Eternal Monarch about getting the plushy.

Genre: Fluff, little angst.

Ratings and Warnings: None

Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader

Word Count: 938

Date of Publication: 27-11-2022

“Jagiya!” A shout to welcome her rang through the house once she took off her shoes, coming home from work. She wasn’t surprised as two long limbs came running clumsily toward her until they stopped directly in front of her. Sighing, she gaped up to see puppy eyes matched with an endearing smile that should’ve made her melt. But no, an unamused expression was visible on her face.

“What?” She tossed her shoes to the side.

"Come cuddle with me," Chanyeol said, opening his arms to embrace her.

“No.”

The twinkle in Chanyeol’s orbs began to dissipate as his lips turned into a pout. “Why? I need my cuddles, jagi.”

“Why don’t you hug the Rilakkuma I’ve bought you from the amusement park?” she said as she whizzed past him, not even taking a single glance at his form, which looked down on the floor as if he hadn't been given his favorite candy.

As she walked toward their shared bedroom, not even an inch of warmth flowed through her as she took a shower, brushed her teeth, and changed into comfy clothing. However, from the back of her head, memories of when she took home the bacon for Chanyeol came to her.

"Is this the place?" she wondered as she looked around the amusement park, which was almost deserted except for a few people who were still enjoying themselves in the middle of the night. The two of them found themselves in front of a booth that was filled with bottles and plushies. Chanyeol gazed at her and twisted his body left and right while nodding.

"All right," she said, pulling up her sleeve as they were greeted by a man with whom Chanyeol had a falling out. Sort-of.

“Well, you’re here again!” exclaimed the man, nodding at Chanyeol and then bowing at her. "This is your wife?”

"Yep," she said, giving the man a small salute as she finished fixing her sleeve. “I’m the wife.”

"And she'll win that Rilakkuma for me," Chanyeol says proudly, rubbing her shoulders.

The man scoffed and waved his hand playfully. “Well then, suit yourself.”

And suit the couple did.

The man’s jaw dropped as she hit every target there was. She didn’t hesitate to shoot until there was none left. Even Chanyeol, as evidenced by his grin, was taken aback. He crossed his arms at the man in a smug manner as she made sure that there was not a single bottle left to shoot.

“Well then,” she mimicked the man. “How about that Rilakkuma plushy for my husband, kind sir?”

She chuckled at the memory as she scuffled her hair to dry it as she came out of the bathroom. But while her spirits were lifted for a while, putting the name of the Rilakkuma as related to tonight’s occurrence plummeted her inner being. Once remembered how her reaction to Chanyeol was earlier, she reflected and felt bad upon knowing she had hurt her husband’s feeling like she had dumped a bucket of ice over him. She hadn’t intended to snap at him, but it wasn’t an excuse for her to be cranky and irritated.

She shuffled her way toward the kitchen and decided to drink some warm milk. And while she scraped her slippers against the floor, her breath took hold once she saw Chanyeol lying down on their sofa, not far from where she stood, hugging the Rilakkuma as he slept. While she was still a few feet away, she took a close look at his features; his pouty lips and squishy cheeks were mushed against the plush, his nose was scrunched adorably, and his eyes were fluttering due to their largeness. Letting him sleep, she decided to proceed to the kitchen to boil some water and pour some milk powder into her mug.

As she waited for the water to simmer, she jumped an as little bit as a raspy voice from behind her came about. She immediately turned around to see Chanyeol holding the stuffed animal to his side, all the while rubbing his eyes. She couldn’t help but find him adorable, like a child that had just woken up.

“Jagiya?” he asked as he dragged himself towards her and plopped half of his weight on her. A sigh escaped her lips as she softly ran her fingers through his hair, which made him nuzzle further into her neck.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, darling,” she said, holding him up to look into his eyes, which were droopy but noticeably red, which alarmed her.

“Are…are you crying?” she hesitantly asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I just had an awful day, but it wouldn’t mean I should give you a cold shoulder.”

Chanyeol giggled as he looked at her worried face. “I’m not and it’s okay. I understand,” he shook his head. “I was…uh….” He stopped all the while suddenly looking like he was about to sneeze. She immediately grabbed a tissue box from the kitchen counter and handed it to him, before he let out a loud, “ACHOO!”

Turning sheepishly to face her, Chanyeol shyly rubbed the back of his neck, to which she shook her head, all the while snorting to herself.

Soon enough, shared sentiments and laughter rang throughout the house as the two of them chattered over their shared hot lemonade and milk as Chanyeol hugged the Rilakkuma tighter to his arm. She gave him a lopsided smile as if it was an item Chanyeol would treasure and would never let go of.

The plushy that she got and won for him on his birthday.

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S I R E N PT 1 | Byun Baekhyun x Fem Reader

“What the hell are you?”

word count: 4.2K

warning: may include 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.

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"Ahh it's been a while since we've gotten time to get away like this," Jongin sighed out as he threw himself onto the soft king sized bed, smiling in content at the comforting feeling, "I can just stay here forever"

It's been a while since the boys had finally gotten some time off stage and away from their schedule without the staff or cameras invading every corner of their life for "entertainment" but finally for a change there was going to be none of that, just them and mother nature. All alone on this private island and minds empty of worries and thoughts of work.

Baekhyun only hummed in response, lying face down on the lethally soft bed, he was too tired to vocally express his content, almost deceased with exhaustion. They've all just arrived at their temporary vacation home, it was late and as much as he wanted to wander around the house and explore every corner, he knew he'd be too exhausted to seize the whole day tomorrow, plus it was late so his best deal was to sleep off the jet lag anyway.

Jongin chuckled at his dozing off friend, getting up to leave the room, leaving Baekhyun behind to rest properly while he went on to see what the rest were doing.

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The next morning everyone was up early, loudly discussing what they wanted to do with all the free time they had for the next two weeks over breakfast, "Let's collect shells!", pausing their rather chaotic discussion they all turned to the source of such a lousy suggestion, "Out of everything that we can do Baekhyun, you want to collect shells?" Kyungsoo interrogated, "I like shells!" he defended.

Everyone just shook their head while giggling at the childish activity he wished to partake in, "Let's play in the ocean together first and I'll collect shells with you?" Chanyeol offered, not wanting to see Baekhyun wandering on his own all grumpy.

"Fine," Baekhyun puffed, tuning in to listen to whatever everyone else was talking about whilst he finished the rest of his breakfast.

I'm going to collect as many as I can and stash them in Kyungsoos' bedding, Baekhyun evily thought before taking himself and his dishes to the sink to rinse off.

Sooner or later everyone headed out to the beach, some laid down to tan, others were in the water splashing one another or floating around in the cool water. Chanyeol dunked himself into the water, stealthily making his way over to baekhyun, being able to spot him easily from his red swimming trunks, as soon as he was within arms reach he quickly grabbed onto both of his legs before pulling him down.

Baekhyun could barely manage the most unmanly scream before he was fully submerged into the water, the sound of the boys laughing muffled, his eyes adjusted to his surroundings as he looked for chanyeol who was already at the surface, as if he didn't do anything.

Imitating his friends actions, he swam over to him, and just as he was about to return the favour, something glowing in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Quickly but not quickly enough, he twisted his body to see what it was, he managed to make out something swimming away in the distance despite how blurry his vision was under water, it was too big for a normal fish and too little for anything as such as a shark, before he could investigate any further he felt a pair of arms pull him up to the surface.

"I hope you weren't planning on dying down there," Minseok playfully commentated, letting go of Baekhyun who was busy catching his breath but still deep in thought.

Maybe I was just imagining things, he silently concluded to himself. "There was just a really interesting fish," he managed to say, "And that scream I let out earlier, I don't want to hear about it!" he quickly changed the topic, making an empty threat in case anyone starts to poke fun at his not so manly moment.

"Till today I couldn't think of anything that could be louder than our fans, thank you for showing me that there is!" Suho shouted from the shore, making everyone else around him laugh, Baekhyun let out a fake cry before dunking himself back into the cool waters.

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Everyone was sat in the living room snacking away whilst playing board games or just talking, Baekhyun sat scrolling through his phone trying to find something entertaining but he couldn't, of course normally he'd stick to his favourite webtoons and since he hasn't had time to read in a while he was sure there'd be a lot to catch up on however, the thought of going through a bunch of webtoons and remembering so many different plots exhausted him.

He settled his phone down, looking around to see who was occupied with what, none of the activities seemed that exciting to him, so he got up on his feet announcing he was going on a evening walk just in case anyone starts wondering.

"Don't go too far," Suho called out after him, the motherly instincts spread warmth through his chest, "I'll lay some shells down just in case I do wander off," he assured.

And that he did, he walked an awful lot of distance in such little time. He wasn't sure of what he was trying to get away from or what he was trying to find. Whatever it was that he saw when chanyeol pulled him under water was definitely not just his imagination. It's been eating at him all day

He was far enough from where everyone else was, no longer able to hear the faint sound of shouting and laughter. He watched the last of the sunset disappear into darkness, the only thing lighting up his path was the full moon. Baekhyun softly smiled, closing his eyes to savour the feeling, he walked over to a mount of rocks, submerging his feet into the shallow water beneath him, trying to find a rock with less rougher edges to sit on as he admired the way the ocean shifted from the left to the right.

He couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious swimming creature he caught a glimpse of. Sighing, he started to play with whatever shells he had left in his hand, "Maybe it really was just a fish," he surrendered. He didn't even know why he was questioning it so much, it was the ocean for gods' sake.

He closed his eyes once again, taking in the feeling of the cold breeze of the night engulfing his figure.

"Some pretty shells you got there," a voice spoke, tone almost seductive, which immediately pulled Baekhyun out of his trance, eyes wondering everywhere to find out where the voice emitted from, the darkness didn’t really help much but he didn't have to scan around for too long before his eyes landed on a woman, she looked around his age, hair wet and some strands clung to her face, her eyes wide with curiosity and the way she shone under the moonlight almost made Baekhyun evaporate right there and then, it all happened in a matter of seconds, realising there was a half naked woman staring at him and god knows where she came from.

Baekhyun was a little too quick to get up on his feet, he lost his balance, landing himself in the shallow water below him in the process. Quickly, he recomposed himself, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes as he tried leaning away opposite the mysterious woman who started giggling at his startled state. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the salty water out of them so he could get a proper look at her.

“Who are you?! How did you find me?!” he started interrogating the woman, “Aren’t you going to ask for my name first?” she remained calm, a smile gracing her face, “I’m Y/N.”

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Baekhyun couldn't believe it, he was convinced that he somehow managed to pass out as he was walking around and all of this must be some sort of realistic dream he was having. But no, it was all very much real. He stared you down, eyes travelling from your exotic features to what seemed like a fishes tail, admiring how it glowed in the dark water, an electric blue, but it was all too much for him to process at once. You couldn't blame him of course, he was just a mere human being taught to not believe in this sort of stuff, that you were just a fantasy.

"What the hell are you?"

His words were harsh, but his eyes and tone weren't, "A Siren," you casually answered in a tone that suggested it should've been an obvious answer he could achieve on his own. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, "Was that you this morning, by the reef?" he questioned again, his voice lowering itself with each syllable. "Yeah, seemed like you were having a lot of fun," you said, slightly bitter at how much company he had compared to yourself, "But now, it's my turn,"

With a sly smirk on your face, you moved closer to him, Baekhyun tried to back away but he was up against a rock so not much was in his favour, if he went the other way he'd be out in the open water, your home.

"What are you doing?" he stuttered out, eyes diverting left and right trying to muster up and plan of some sort, "You're not going to kill me are you-"

"That's only going to happen if you try to kill me," you countered, now much closer to him, allowing your hand to travel up his torso, memorising every crevice and detail. His suspicion was unmistaken though, normally you would enthral the men you come across on the island before you drag them to the pit of the ocean, but you were willing to spare the man in front of you, his features were too delicate for you to not savour him.

With the way your nude chest was on full display for him under the moonlight and shimmering stars, your hair wet and the way it clung to your glistening skin was enchanting, his body temperature rising didn’t go unnoticed by you, the tension building up under the garments of his pants, and that handsome face of his, he was for sure a healing sight for sore eyes.

Baekhyun didn't dare move, for a couple of seconds you stopped your movements and looked up to meet his eyes, faces only millimetres apart, none of it felt real, a creature as beautiful as you that he'd only see in fairytales or in the movies he'd watch, he'd even make up his own fantasy in his own head afterwards of what it would be like if such mythical creatures existed.

This is my chance, he silently thought to himself, slowly lifting his hand to place on the nape of your cold neck, bringing you closer to him, both knowing what was the intent behind his brave gesture, your eyes fluttered closed waiting for that magical connection.

"Baekhyun!"

The sudden echo of his name being called out ripped you out of his touch and sent you back into the pitch black waters, it all happened way too quick for Baekhyun to realise, a disappointed groan leaving his lips, he even considered swimming after you but he knew better than that.

He stood up on his feet hurriedly trying to get around the mount of rocks around him, looking back to try and catch a glimpse of you, for it could be the last time he'd ever see you. To his dismay, you were long gone by now. He continued to drag his soaked body to where the voices of his friends were coming from.

“He’s over there!” squinting his eyes to see who it was coming towards him, he could make out Sehuns’ slender figure approaching him with a slight jog, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. “Where on earth- why are you all wet bro?” Sehun questioned his older friend, getting a 360 look at him to see if he was possibly hurt or not, “I accidentally slipped off one of the rocks over there,” pointing towards the mount where the both of you were about to share an intimate moment.

“Are you okay? you must be freezing!” Suho chimed in, finally catching up to Sehuns’ long legs with the rest of the crew. “I’m good, really, I just want to sleep,” Baekhyun grumpily announced, still very much annoyed by their sudden disturbance.

Why do they always have to ruin everything, that’s my job!

🫧

Baekhyun tossed and turned for the majority of the night, it's been a couple of days since his up close & personal encounter with you and he hasn't caught a single glimpse of you since, always going back to the same spot where you met during the day and night. There was only a week left before he had to go back to his busy city life, and he wasn't ready to leave just yet at least not without seeing you one more time.

It was hard to keep his head straight and pay attention to what and who was around him, he was a lot less playful & witty during group activities, your existence completely threw him off his game, and the desire you two shared for each other that night was unmistakable, it frustrated him, the frequent familiar tension building up ever so frequently between his legs every time he’d remember the sight of you, his own hand wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed you. He knew from then no other woman back home would ever come close to you. He hated how he was feeling, and hated himself for letting you get away so easily but he came around to understand, he may have been somewhat calm when it came to seeing a real life, man eating siren. Who knows how the rest would have reacted.

They definitely wouldn't have been welcoming, he concluded.

Baekhyun of course hadn't uttered a single word about you, even though it low-key killed him to keep you all to himself it also gave him an out of this world adrenaline rush, you were his mythical dirty secret, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Most of his friends noticed his odd behaviour but decided against questioning him, concluding he may still not have been able to shake off work stress completely, especially since the ending of their two week vacation was coming to an end soon but really he was just working up different plans to try and lure you in.

🫧

You knew Baekhyun was coming back multiple times through the day and sometimes at night just to see you again, you'd watch him through the water, admiring how his eyes scanned over the waters to try and catch a glimpse of you even if it was just for a second.

While you enjoyed how desperate he was becoming you just couldn't give him what he wanted, at least not for a little time, you weren't the only siren down there and it was risky for you to disappear to the same reef everyday, the rest would get too suspicious and knowing them, they'd 100% follow you but that wasn't even the worst that could happen. If they caught you with Baekhyun they may not even give you time state your reasons before they'd pull him into the waters and you doubt he'd have a slight chance of getting out alive.

So for the past couple of days you've been hiding out by a different corner on the island, far enough from their villa and far enough for Baekhyun to doubt you'd even be. Once a siren emerges out of the water and onto dry land, their tail starts to shed away, uncovering the unused legs beneath, and the unused organs in between.

For Baekhyun you literally learnt how to walk, at least you think you learnt properly, you mostly focused on keeping your balance, assuming Baekhyun would be willing to keep you up and supported once he acknowledges what efforts you've been putting in to be closer to him.

This was very out of character for you, learning how to walk... for a man? it was a laughable cause for anyone of your kind. Normally you wouldn't even obtain a name before you pulled them down to the core of the earth, and how did you know Baekhyuns' name without asking? his friends could wake up the entire hidden city below with how loud their voices were, or maybe it was just your 50 mile radius hearing? nevertheless catching his name wasn't exactly a mission.

🫧

Baekhyun carried out his day like nothing was wrong, laughing along with his friends and making jokes like he normally would, which was a huge relief for them, finally he could relish in the feeling he was there for, but really the reason as to why he was there changed a long time ago.

Of course one of the reasons why was because today he was sure he was going to see you again, talk to you again, and maybe even having your skin finally meet. He made a plan with himself during his sleepless nights, how he'd lure you in and allow himself to indulge in the erotic fantasy that was you.

As the day stretched on, Baekhyuns' excitement and eagerness grew, he was psyched. For the first time in forever he tagged along with Minseok to work out which was very unusual behaviour from Baekhyun but Minseok payed him no thought, enjoying the company for once. Baekhyun followed through with Minseoks' workout routine, even though he felt like the world was caving in on him, he pushed himself to achieve the best muscle definition he could muster, all being in the name to lure you in.

Sooner or later the evening arrived, gathering around the table to share a meal together, Baekhyun made a mental note to not eat so much that he would bloat, that wasn't the look he was going for tonight. Faking his interest in whatever Lay was babbling about and laughing at Suhos' & Minseoks' dad jokes that made zero fucking sense, time was going too slow, he just felt like bolting into the water and pull you out by the tail, the thought alone made him lose it, spitting out his drink all over Chanyeol, uncontrollably laughing at the impulsive thought.

"Okay man, the joke wasn't that funny," Kai interjected his obnoxious laughter, "What are you really losing your shit over?" Chanyeol pushed whilst laughing lightly but also slightly disgusted, as he was still trying to get Baekhyuns' drink and spit off his face. To their dismay, Baekhyun said nothing but continued to laugh instead, leaving them with puzzled expressions.

Soon his laugher died down, the rest of his friends still staring at him dumbfounded at his state, "You're acting like you've never seen me laugh" Baekhyun expressed, wiping away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes. "We have seen you laugh before, just not like THAT." Sehun replied, "So, let us in on the joke!" Chen exclaimed, making the rest nod their heads eagerly wanting to know what could possibly be that funny.

"Nothing! I just imagined something," which wasn't exactly a lie, "I'd like to keep my weird imagery to myself thank you very much." he ended, earning a couple of eye rolls while diverting their attention back to their food, "Of course it would be something weird, whatever it was I'm sure the pope wouldn't even be able to cleanse you of such," Kyungsoo commentated whilst shaking his head, "Anyway Lay, you were saying?" they all continued to tune back into their conversations, Baekhyun taking it as a good time to wrap up his own meal time.

He finally settled into bed, as did everyone else but he wasn't planning on sleeping, he stayed up waiting out every single one of his friends so he could save himself the scenario of being bothered when he eventually left the villa to sought out what he planned on doing.

It wasn't that cold tonight, the wind was warm but not the gross type where it's all humid and you get all sweaty. Beakhyun slipped out of his bed, going to make one final check of everyone being knocked out before he went back to his room to change out of his clothes, making sure to keep quiet as he was sharing the room with Kai, who was knocked out like a baby. He Slipped out of his pjs in exchanged for some black swimming trunks, ones that slightly clung to his legs but not so much that it made him uncomfortable.

He grabbed his phone for some extra lighting, taking one last look at his sleeping roomie before quietly sneaking out of the room and out of the villa.

🫧

You were already at the mount of rocks since the afternoon, hoping for Baekhyun to show himself, but unfortunately he hadn't, and right when you thought about leaving and coming back tomorrow instead, you heard the faint sounds of someone's feet kicking through the sand.

That must be him.

Bitter at how much you had been waiting for him you lurched yourself back into the water, close enough to see him but not close enough for him to see you. Sooner or later, he was standing between the mount of rocks, your breath hitched as you scanned his body.

His lean figure was humbly sculpted, the valleys and crevices of his lean muscle even deeper than before, you rolled your eyes with a smirk tugging at your lips. Must be his way of trying to lure me in, you figured, the way his shorts hugged his thighs perfectly almost made you drool, and his hair- he had such beautiful hair you were almost envious of this mere human. As much as you wanted to throw yourself at him you held yourself back making him wait a little longer.

It didn’t take you that long to catch the flashlight of his phone, pulling yourself into the water just a little more, he paired his voice with his search device, calling your name out. He wasn’t really loud, he knew you could hear him but he still felt obliged to go up an octave.

At this point I’m just torturing the both of us.

Slowly you made your way back up to the surface, your emergence was quiet, it took him a couple of seconds to catch your eyes. A faint gasp escaping his mouth, the way you appeared so quietly was almost eerie to him. However, despite your own eagerness you remained quiet, eyes staring into his waiting for him to speak. He did call out for you after all.

"Y/N.." he barely managed a whisper, turning his phone off and placing it on the sand, away from the water. He didn't expect you to appear this quickly. You merely hummed in response, siren eyes piercing through his but he just stood there unable to form the words, it was like the first time he saw you, playfully rolling your eyes you said, "You know your silence is kind of rude, calling out for me while I was busy sorting out some business," you teased, sheepishly smiling up at him, putting your sharp canines on display for him.

"So that's why you appeared so quickly huh, because you were "busy"" he snapped back in the same teasing tone, you said nothing but shoot a rope of seaweed towards him, too fast for him to react, locking it around his wrist before pulling him into the water with you.

"Okay i'm sorry please don't eat me!" he exclaimed, making you loudly laugh, hands quickly flying to your mouth to muffle your sounds of joy so no one else could hear you. Soon he started to laugh too, slightly embarrassed by his naive outburst. Your joined laughter soon died down before you started nudging him towards the land so he wouldn’t freeze to death, “I can keep up with you I don’t need to be on the sand-“ “I’ll join you,”

Baekhyun looked at you dumbfounded with a slight concern in his eyes, “But you need water don’t you?” you continued to stay quiet, ignoring his calls of staying in the water instead. His protests were short lived once you were behind him, fully on land. He watched how your tail started to slowly shed off from top to bottom freeing your nude lower body.

He could see everything.

🫧

part 2

[imaginidol]

Kyungsoo: Recording My Thoughts Out Loud

"Could we maybe try that line again?" You speak into the small microphone that projects your voice into Kyungsoo's recording booth. He scrunches his face in annoyance, though he is not annoyed at you particularly.

"Okay, ready," he signals a thumbs-up in your direction, and you replay the soundtrack from the demo's pre-chorus.

You and Kyungsoo were currently recording his lines for one of EXO's B-sides for an upcoming comeback. The only issue was that, surprisingly, Kyungsoo wasn't performing as well as he usually did.

"I started thinking of you, but not in the same way that I used to," Kyungsoo sung, pouring his everything into the lyric. He finished, let out a grunt, and motioned for you to re-record it again.

And so, you did.

Followed by another grunt,

and one last re-recording after that.

He was flustered, and you could see it. For a moment, you watched fondly in awe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, completely focused on his own thoughts as he wrote something next to the lyric pages in front of him, quietly humming the tune of his adlibs in strive of perfection.

At this point, you weren't even sure if keeping him to record so late at night was truly a mishap or a blessing in disguise.

"I don't know," he muttered into the microphone, "if this even sounds good. This line, right here. What do you think of some improv?" He bit his lower lip, then shot his eyes up to make straight and sudden eye-contact with you, which made your heart skip a heavy beat and force you out of your daydreaming.

"Oh, uhm, okay. What did you have in mind?"

He cleared his throat. "Give me a few minutes, let me try to figure something out," he smiled once he got your approval.

Once again, you found yourself secretly admiring the sight of a deep-in-thought Kyungsoo humming different harmonizations that would better suit the line he was assigned.

"Hmmm-hmmmm," you could, through your own pair of studio headphones, quietly listen into his voice as he did so.

Shit, he sounds so fucking beautiful, you thought quietly to yourself.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," he continued on, unaware of your admiration.

I could listen to you aaallllll day, you smiled sheepishly to yourself, putting your fingers over your mouth to hide your now obvious blushing. I need to calm down, I can't be unfocused right now!

If anyone ever finds out I'm crushing badly on this fucker, I'll probably get fired or something. Maybe. I've only been here a week. I'm not about to find out.

But who knew... Kyungsoo of EXO is so unbelievably attractive... and he doesn't even try!

His quiet but thoughtful personality, matched with an angelic voice...

Fuck, I love my new job.

"Okay," he shifted his focus back to you, "I think I got it now."

You proceeded to finish recording the rest of his lines flawlessly, and his contribution certainly gave the song more of an EXO vibe than it had before.

"Okay, I'm going to look over the adlibs for the bridge, and then the outro stuff," he smiled. "One minute, please."

"You can have all of my damn time if you want it," you muttered quietly under your breath, once again enjoying the sounds of his harmonization through your headphones.

"This line..." he examined his papers, singing up a scale to slowly make his way to the high note he needed to reach.

"Come with me 'cause I need you right... nooooooooooooww!" He closed his eyes as he gracefully reached the most beautiful vocal note you'd ever possibly heard.

"You're so fucking HOT for that," you whispered into your hand, covering the stupid smile that spread vulnerably across your face.

He tried it once more, this time probably more perfect than the last, if that was even possible.

"I need an inhaler," you giggled and whispered quietly to yourself, "because this man sounds prettier than Baekhyun. Than fucking Baekhyun!"

After about ten or so minutes, you finally ended the recording session, giving Kyungsoo a big thumbs-up as you proceeded to save the computer audio files appropriately while he gathered his things in the booth to leave.

"Well done today, Kyungsoo," you said as encouragingly but also professionally as you possibly could. You were still working, after all, and had to respect him regardless of being co-workers, a fan, a mutual, or not.

"Thank you," he smiled at you, and you offered a smile back as he motioned his way to open the door for you both to exit the recording room.

"Oh," he turned to look at you, placing one hand against the doorknob, "I have a quick question."

"Sure," you looked up at him as you finished zipping up your coat.

"Do you really think I'm better than Baek?"

Your heart dropped. No wait, your face dropped first. Matter of fact, you almost nearly collapsed at the words that slipped his mouth.

"You-- what?"

"Baekhyun," he said, a gentle smile with perfect teeth now spreading curiously over his face. "And I'm hot too, apparently."

"I'm-- WHAT!?"

He let out a comfortable laugh as you felt your face redden, your palms dampening intensely, and your heart practically racing out of your chest.

"You know," he said, motioning towards the desk of the computer and pointing toward a small switch on the left center of the audio console. "This right here mutes your mic. You mute it and unmute it when you want to talk to me in the booth. I think I forgot to show you that when I went over this console's basic things, but I figured you'd find it since you're a session recorder, after all. I guess not."

Shit, you defeatedly cover your face in total embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Kyungsoo! I'm really taking this job seriously and I'm not some creepy crazy fan--"

"Don't worry about it," he laughed, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders and bringing you into a hug.

Fuck, you thought as the scent of his elegant cologne hit your face.

"I won't tell anyone," he winked, "just as long as you promise to keep doing it. But just with me."

You smiled awkwardly, nodding at his request.

Well, now he just knows what he's doing. And he's good at it.

"Let me walk you out to your car tonight."

Offering you his sweetest smile and gentlest hand to grab, he opened the door for you and, like the gentleman he was, allowed you to walk out first.

[marshmallow-phd]

A Heart’s Perfect Prey

A/N: Hello! I know this is a story I’ve already posted, but I wanted to rewrite it, make it better and change the member it was written for. I hope you give it a chance and enjoy the new version! 

Genre: Vampire AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: mentions of blood, murder, supernatural elements

Summary: Murders are happening around you. Unbeknownst to you, the culprit isn’t human. He’s a vampire centuries old with a game to play. And his opponent? Park Chanyeol. A vampire out for revenge. With you as the new pawn on the board, will you be another sacrifice in their long destructive game or will you reignite a heart long cold and dead?

Tao I Chanyeol I Yixing I Luhan I Minseok I Jongdae I Jongin 

**

Being alone wasn’t so bad. No tearful goodbyes, no hurtful attachments. He was free to come and go as he pleased, no one to hold him back, to force him to stay in one place for too long. Sure, after two hundred years, he had connections all over the world, but they were merely acquaintances, people to help him get when he needed the upper hand.

Like Luhan.

After five decades and twelve cities, it was amusing how that short pretty boy was still working as a public worker, spending most of his days down in a basement under harsh fluorescent lighting that exemplified his pale, undead skin, surrounded by rotting flesh. If humans couldn’t stand the smell, imagine how a vampire felt.

But today was one of those days where Luhan’s position came in handy.

Chanyeol needed information. 

A few  days ago, he caught the scent of an old adversary - one he’d lost track of decades ago - right here in his own territory. A ruthless vampire who needed to be put down for the good of all. And he’d been leaving quite the trail, if Chanyeol’s hunch was correct. If anyone in the city were to know about a rise in vampire-on-human attacks, Luhan would be the one to contact.

The precinct was busy, loud and overcrowded with people begging not to be locked up. No one paid Chanyeol any attention as he strolled down the hallway like a spector and to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. While waiting for its arrival, the sound of tears under the chaos caught his attention. In the main room behind him, sitting at one of the detectives’ desks with a police standard jacket around your shoulders, you were mostly ignored by the others who walked by.

You weren’t wailing or sobbing hysterically. Your face was blank, void of any emotion as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. Occasionally, you sniffed, creating the soft noise that had caught Chanyeol’s attention in the first place. No one seemed to be paying vulnerable little you any mind. It was mildly depressing.

Shaking his head, Chanyeol turned away when the elevator dinged at its arrival. He entered and hit the button for the basement with perhaps a little too much force.

Luhan was hurriedly scribbling something down on a clipboard when Chanyeol stepped into the stench pit. The undead coroner didn’t look up to acknowledge his old friend even though he certainly heard the heavy steps from the hallway, maybe even from the floor above.

“I’ve actually been expecting you to arrive sooner than this,” Luhan chuckled, finally looking up. He slid the pen under the clip and placed the metal clipboard off to the side. 

Chanyeol leaned against an empty slab, his hands in the pockets of his black designer coat. Not that he actually needed one to stave off the cold temperature outside. He simply liked how it looked on his tall frame. “Well, you are practically psychic.”

“No. Just intuitive.” Luhan walked over to the wall that housed the newly arrived corpses and pulled out a drawer as Chanyeol joined him. On the cold slab was a young woman, seemingly in her early to mid-twenties. Pretty except for the thick red slash that tore up her throat. “I haven’t done the autopsy yet. I was waiting for you to arrive. Although, to be honest, I don’t really need to do one.”

Chanyeol frowned thoughtfully. That wasn't a good sign. “Was it him?”

“That would be my guess.” Luhan gently pushed the woman’s raven hair away from her neck, showing off the side where the cut was deepest and brutally applied. “I found two puncture wounds hidden beneath the cut. Obviously vampire. This isn’t an unusual way for vampires to cover their tracks but–” he stopped.

“But what?” Chanyeol urged.

Luhan sighed. “Did you see the girl crying upstairs? Pretty? Sitting at the detective’s desk?” Chanyeol nodded. “This is the second person connected to her that’s died. In this exact way. And both bodies were left around like they were meant to be found. I have a feeling another one will show up soon.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flashed red. The sudden change didn’t scare Luhan like it might have with any human. He’d fully expected this to happen.

“It is him,” Chanyeol growled. “This time, I’ll get him. And I’ll rip his throat out.”

Luhan pushed the drawer back into its holding cell, closing the door on the poor girl. “Do it soon. Before he kills someone else.”

With a hard nod, Chanyeol turned on his heels, stalking back to the elevator to start his hunt.

“I’ll send you the target’s information!” Luhan called out after him. The taller vampire simply threw up his hand in acknowledgment.

**

Why wasn't the breakdown coming? For the moment of what you had found down in the laundry room of your apartment building to truly come crashing down on you. 

But it didn’t come. Tears rolled down your face, but you didn’t really cry. Not the kind that came with loud wails and shouts of it not being true. And that’s all you wanted to do right now. You didn't want to feel this numb, this… dissolved. Like sea foam drifting along a calm surface. Undisturbed and slowly disappearing. 

After what seemed like an hour, the detective finally came back with a cup of tea, handing it to you without much ceremony.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The detective nodded. “Now, (y/n), I know it's going to be difficult, but I need you to tell me about Jisoo and what might have happened.”

The last image you had of Jisoon flashed through your mind as you took a sip of the bitter tea and you flinched. Hopefully the detective, if he noticed at all, thought the look was due to the hot liquid. “I don’t really know what happened. Jisoo and I were close. We were around the same age–”

“You’re her neighbor, correct?” he interrupted.

You nodded. “Yes. For the past two years. Every Friday night after work, we’d go down to the laundry room. Hardly anyone else uses it at that time since most people go out to start the weekend. We’d normally talk about life, our jobs, family while waiting on the washer. I was late getting off today so when she didn’t answer her door, I figured she already went down. When I got there, she was… she was–” Your throat constricted at the memory, refusing to let any other words out. You needed to focus on breathing or you would start hyperventilating. 

Jisoo, lying on the dirty concrete of the basement laundry room. Bright red blood gathered around her head like a haunting halo from a cathedral window. Her eyes open, staring up at nothing. Body broken like a ragged doll, she was lying on the ground, thrown away without a thought, whoever attacked her not caring about the aftermath. No remorse, no second thought. 

You shook the memory from your head. You wanted to get it out, to say it out loud as if that would make it disappear from your brain forever. But you weren't able to voice the images to life.

“That’s okay,” the detective said soothingly, rubbing your arm as a means of attempted comfort. “Did Jisoo have any enemies that you know about? Anyone who didn’t like her?”

Again, you shook your head. “No. She tried to be friendly with everyone.”

“Did she complain about anyone ever?”

“No.” You sighed, “No one, but Ryan from work. But he’s just a perv.”

That peaked the detective’s interest. “Did he try any advances on Jisoo? Is that what made her uncomfortable?”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “He just shares a bit too much about his personal life. I met him once, when we went out. Even drunk, he never tried anything on Jisoo.”

That seemed to disappoint him. A possible lead already running dry. “Alright. I think we’ll end the interview here. I’ll get one of the patrol officers to take you home. I’ll give you my card, in case you think of anything else.”

To your relief, the officer who drove you back to your apartment didn’t say anything. He merely let the occasional radio message over his computer break the silence. Going all the way in chivalry, he saw you to your door five stories up. Jisoo’s own door across the hall had crime scene tape to stop anyone from entering in case they needed to gather more evidence or clues. You couldn’t picture what they possibly needed in there since she was found in the basement. But you weren’t an investigator, so what did you know?

You thanked the officer and went inside your apartment.

Just do your normal routine, you told yourself as the door clicked behind you.  

And so you did. You changed into your pajamas, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and climbed into bed. It was supposed to be the remedy. It was supposed to make your body’s rhythm jump back into place. And maybe it worked. How could you really know?

If it worked or not, it was finally there, in the dark, with the sound of the city attacking your window, that the numbness – protective arms and thick shield – slipped away. 

Finally, with your face hidden in your knees, you were able to cry at the loss of your friend.

**

Two weeks had gone by since that terrible night and you were sure you were losing it. Maybe you should see a therapist.

You can’t afford a therapist.

Well, maybe then you should get a new job.

But you loved the store with its endless shelves of novels, so living in constant paranoia for the time being it was. In time, it would fade away and you would be fine, back to normal. All of this was probably only your imagination, anyway. Your very active imagination.

A looming shadow perched permanently in the corner of your eye as you walked down the street to your job or to the grocery store or to the park. But whenever you turned to get a better look, it was gone. The feeling of being watched, of every step being analyzed and memorized was near constant. But no one was ever around. No eyes were trained on you, no steps matched yours exactly. 

In a change of pace for the day, however, as you went about your duties in the small bookshop you called your second home, you found yourself not quite as aware. Your mother often complained that you could do better, be at a bigger company and earn a bigger paycheck. But you were the assistant manager and with Bruce about to retire within the near future, you were next in line to be in charge. Why bother trying to start over somewhere else?

A few customers milled about the store, so you deemed it safe to leave the register as long as one eye was kept at the front. The pile of returns and donations was getting high and cluttered around the counter. You knew that Dani would never get all of them put away by herself. You grabbed a fair number and started wandering about the store, finding the right places for the novels among the shelves.

Being surrounded by the pages of other people’s stories made you feel better. The smell of old books took you back to leafing through your grandfather’s personal library. He never threw away a good book, constantly going back to a story that had touched him in some way. It drove your grandmother crazy. She would groan about what else she could be doing with the space that the multiple shelves took up. Your grandfather always stood his ground, telling her that the knowledge and wisdom printed on the pages was never a waste of space. 

Finding the G’s, you plucked the top book off of your pile. As you double checked the author's surname, you paused. It was the last book that Mr. Kim had purchased before he passed. 

Coming in every Tuesday and Thursday, Mr. Kim would browse through the classic fantasies while telling you about the authors he had met in his younger years. His collection of rare novels and authentic signatures was something you always swore you would see one day. Now it was too late..

Your heart had shattered when you found out that he wouldn't be coming in under the ringing bell anymore. You weren’t sure of the details, but someone said he had fallen down the stairs and hit his head. It was a terrible way for him to go. He was so sweet, like another grandparent you could turn to when you needed it.

Releasing a heavy sigh, you put the book away and searched for the next one's spot. Naturally, its proper place was on the highest shelf a few rows over, just out of your reach. You looked around, but the only ladder in the shop was currently being used by Dani, who was nearly a living elf with her unusually small stature. Being the stubborn person you were, you decided that you would get it up there without the stool. You stretched your legs, reached out your arm as far as it could go, and were on the very tips of your toes, but still you couldn’t reach it.

A large hand appeared from nowhere, bypassing your ear and taking the book from you to push it between the other historical fiction novels. Gasping in surprise, you whirled around to face the stranger. The momentum nearly toppling over the remaining books in your hands.

“Oops. Sorry,” the stranger chuckled, steadying the pile. His long fingers barely brushed yours. They were abnormally cold. Icy, even. Probably due to poor circulation.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. Heat bloomed on your cheeks. The helpful stranger was handsome. Though on the softer side of looks with rounded cheeks and large eyes, he was abnormally tall and broad in the shoulders. A boyish smile beamed down at you. It showed off blinding white teeth that were distracting.The muscles in your throat constricted, your stomach fluttering from the lack of space between the two of you, not helped at all by the closeness of the shelves.

“You’re welcome,” he said in a shockingly deep voice. A most contrasting element to his looks. He bowed his head politely. “I’m Chanyeol.”

“(y/n)." Clearing your throat, you asked, “Is there anything I can help you find?”

“I was looking for your supernatural section.” A light shimmered in his eyes that gave you the impression that he was silently laughing to himself.

“Of course.” You motioned with your head. “Follow me.” You led him to the back where his desired taste was stored. “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Trying to hold your smile down at a friendly level, you nodded back and scurried away to put the rest of the books back on the shelves. The last thing you needed to do was accidentally start rambling about your unasked-for recommendations and say something embarrassing. 

You hoped to see him again before he left. But he didn’t buy anything and by the end of the week, he hadn’t returned to the store. 

**

Sundays were your favorite days of the week. The perfect day off from work, if anyone were to ask you. It was a calmer day, with a softer sun and slower steps. The weight of your own feet was lighter as you headed to your favorite little coffee café, newest novel discovery in hand. Taking a window seat along the storefront, you ordered an herbal tea and sat back in the cushioned chair. The spine of the brand new paperback gave a satisfying crinkle as you cracked it open.

Chilling mysteries used to be your favorites. The thrill of trying to figure out who was terrorizing everyone and their motivations while the main character tried not to be next kept you turning the page. But ever since Jisoo’s murder, the stories only gave you nightmares that forced you to relive finding her body in the basement. So, instead, you got as far away from murder mysteries as you could. A nice, soft modern romance filled with all the good cliches. They were a comfortable place to run to. You knew every step of the plot, no surprises waiting for you. 

So lost in the troubles of a screenwriter running into the sarcastic actor of her new movie were you that you didn’t notice the leg nearing the corner of your table until it was too late. It jostled the table enough to spill the now lukewarm tea, leaving the paper cup practically empty.

“I’m so sorry!” The other patron was already cleaning up the liquid with a handful of napkins they had snatched from the nearby stand.

“It’s alright.” You put your book down in your lap – the only safe place for it – and your jaw dropped when you looked up to see who it was that had run into the table. “Chanyeol?”

Those large, round brown eyes lit up when he recognized you. “(Y/n)! Oh, this is embarrassing.” Once the table was dry, he threw away the napkins in the nearby trashcan and picked up the now empty cup. “Let me buy you a new one.”

“Oh, no, that–” You were too late. He was already at the counter, reaching it in minimal strides, and ordered you another tea.

When he came back, he set down the freshly made tea before sitting in the chair across from you and taking a sip of his own coffee. “I’m surprised to see you outside of the store.”

Setting the book down on the now dry table, you tried not to look too pleased that he was staying to chat. “While some people might think that I live there, I do venture to other places on occasion. I really like it here, so I tend to come whenever I’m off work.”

“It’s a nice little café,” he agreed, glancing around. “So, how long have you worked at the shop?”

“Since I graduated high school.”

And just like that, you were telling Chanyeol basically your life story. He told you a few vague details about himself here and there when you asked, but he always turned the conversation back onto you. Typically, you preferred to be left alone when you were reading, but this interruption wasn’t wholly unwelcome.

Chanyeol was funny, often making both you and himself laugh. You liked the sound of it; the way his deep chuckles mixed with your own obnoxious giggles. He was smart, too, often randomly dropping facts that you hadn’t known before. He seemed to like surprising you and throwing you off guard.

After a few hours, it was time to leave, with neglected chores nagging you home. Before you could stand, however, Chanyeol grabbed your hand.

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Oh! Y-yeah. That would be wonderful.” With a shaky hand, you wrote down your number on an unsoiled napkin. He said he would call you with a time and so he’d know where to pick you up. Every second of waiting until then was going to be torturous. 

**

Chanyeol knew this was creepy. No one had to point it out to him. But he still couldn’t will himself to move.

When you’d left the café he’d followed you at a far distance, making sure you made it home safe. He’d been tracking you for a while now. He needed to see if he could catch Taejo on your trail while also keeping an eye on you. That sadistic vampire always liked playing with his targeted victims. His game consisted of the same elements: killing people around them until the slow realization that they were next sunk in. But he had yet to show his face. And Luhan confirmed that the only person who connected your neighbor and that old man – Kim something – was you.

So, Chanyeol had to take things to the next level. He knew that their hatred for each other was strong, so if he made his presence known, maybe Taejo would slip up or confront him. That was what dinner tomorrow was about.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He hadn’t meant to enjoy talking to you so much. It’d been nearly two hundred and fifty years since he allowed himself to be close to a human. To have a conversation with meaning with a human. It was surprising how easily you pulled him in, fascinating him with every little reaction, every little subtle movement. It was irritating.

And yet, here he was, sitting on your fire escape and watching you sleep. He hadn’t moved much since you arrived home and settled in your room for the evening. Not even when you left to go take a shower and get ready for bed. Now you were fast asleep in an oversized band t-shirt and a pair of very tempting shorts.

Chanyeol let out a low hiss at the thought, knocking his head against the glass. Dumb idea.

The sudden noise pulled you from your sleep. Your eyes snapped open and frantically searched the dark room. Chanyeol crouched down, cursing his too-long body for the first time as he tried to stay hidden and out of view of the window. He could hear your erratic heartbeat as you approached the window, only calming down to a resting thump when you found nothing. You settled back down on the bed and he decided it was time to leave.

He had a feeling he was going to be in big trouble if he didn’t watch himself.

**

What was this never-ending dream you had conjured up?

That first dinner with Chanyeol was more romantic than any movie you had seen. He reserved a private balcony overlooking the skyline at one of the most in-demand restaurants in the city. At his request, the table had a large bouquet of spring flowers that was eventually moved to the floor so you could see him across the way. You had a perfect view of the stars in the candlelight dinner. Conversation flowed with ease, never having a moment of awkwardness.

Chanyeol was a perfect gentleman the entire night. Maybe a little too perfect of a gentleman. It was disappointing that he hadn’t kissed you goodnight and your mind raced with worry. Perhaps he didn't have the same feeling about the date that you did. But that anxiety vanished when he showed up at the bookstore the next day, just to see you.

That was the pattern your life had fallen into over the past month. He would take you out with a surprise in mind or he would come over to your place for a more casual night in. At least three times a week, he would stop by the store to talk and keep you company. You could hardly believe that he was real. There was only one tiny snag. 

He still hadn’t kissed you. And you just weren’t brave enough to take that step, to make the move instead. You didn’t want to scare him away if he was the kind to take things slow. He seemed to be as invested in… whatever this was. But his lack of action planted little seeds of doubt in your mind and they were quick to take root. Their vines entangled your every thought as you walked hand in hand with Chanyeol down the street to your apartment. Not surprisingly, he picked up on your sinking mood.

“(Y/n)?”

You kept staring straight ahead. “Hm?”

He stopped your steps with a slight tug on your hand. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Embarrassed and unable to answer, you merely shrugged. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

The frown and creased forehead that emerged told you that he didn’t believe you, but he continued down the street, still holding tight to your hand. It was silent all the way to your door, even as you put the key in the lock to let yourself in. Getting a sudden sense of courage, you whirled on him.

“Is this real?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Is this real?” you repeated. “Do you like me?” 

Chanyeol laughed. “Of course I like you, (y/n). That’s why I’ve been spending time with you.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper as you stared down at the ground, shoulders bumping against your door. “But that’s all you do.”

He sighed, his breath ruffling the hair against your forehead. Cautious fingers caressed both sides of your face before tilting your head up to him. A small, playful smile sat teasingly on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you’re pouting.”

As you opened your mouth to retaliate, he took his chance and brought his lips to yours.

He started off tender, as if he were scared you might break or run away. Kissing him back, you showed him that you weren’t going anywhere. You snaked your arms around his neck to pull him closer so your bodies were one. He trailed his fingers down your sides at an agonizingly slow pace, as if memorizing every curve. They didn’t stop at your hips like you’d expected, instead continuing down to your thighs before lifting you up and pinning you against the door.

Chanyeol pulled away, looking up at you. “This is why I haven’t kissed you yet. I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You smirked, cradling his jaw with your palms. “Who asked you to?”

He shook his head at your challenge, diving in again and kissing you with more ferocity this time. It amazed you how he was able to keep at it while opening your door and carrying you inside with grace and speed.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he spun around and pinned you to the hard surface. You pulled away just for a second to get another lungful of air when something caught your eye. Wiggling out of Chanyeol’s embrace and feeling the wall to your right, you flipped on the light switch and screamed.

“YOU’RE NEXT” was written on your living room wall in bright red liquid that dripped off the letters.

Chanyeol hid your face in his chest and pulled you out of the apartment while dialing nine-one-one on his cell. The authorities were there soon after. You shook uncontrollably in the hallway as a small group of officers searched your home. Chanyeol answered every question and confirmed the two of you never made it past your front door. Words were going in your ears, but your mind wasn’t making sense of any of them, except one: blood.

A detective arrived at the scene, quickly speaking to one of the officers before approaching you.

“Miss (l/n)? This girl was found dead just a few hours ago. Do you know her?” She held out a picture of a girl on a metal slab, her eyes shut and skin pale. Taking in the face, you screamed.

Your knees gave out from under you and only Chanyeol’s grip around your waist kept you from crumbling to the floor. The sobs made it impossible to answer.

“It’s her coworker, Dani,” Chanyeol answered for you.

The detective nodded. “Is there somewhere you can stay tonight, Miss (l/n)? Where you’ll be safe?”

“She’ll stay with me,” Chanyeol declared. Those four words made you feel so relieved you were able to catch your breath and calm down just barely enough to speak again. You wanted to get away from here.

“Can we go?” you whispered.

The detective nodded before she turned to her comrades.

You hardly paid attention as Chanyeol drove you to his place, a piece of him you had never seen before. It was a fancy high-rise apartment building with strong security and reflective windows, but you couldn’t find it in you to be impressed at the moment.  

Chanyeol was patient with you as he slowly ushered you from the parking garage to the elevator to the inside of his apartment. He didn’t stop walking until you reached his bedroom. Without turning the lights on, he rummaged through his drawers and handed you one of his shirts.

“You can change into that, then we’ll go to bed.” He disappeared into the bathroom after giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. Closing the door behind him, he left you alone for the first time.

It took you a moment to function again. The effort it took just to undress and put on Chanyeol’s shirt exhausted you. The shirt itself was big on you, the hem tickling above your mid-thigh. Before you might have been a little embarrassed with how vulnerable it left you. At this point, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Operating in full automatic mode, you slipped into the king-sized bed, settling underneath the ice cold covers. A shiver tingled up your spine, but you didn’t care. You would be warm soon enough. 

Chanyeol came out a few moments later.He, too, had changed, now dressed in an old shirt missing its sleeves and plaid pajama pants. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he took your hand in his.

“It’ll be alright,” he promised.

You squeezed his hand. “You’ll stay with me, right? In here?” You needed to know that he was right there next to you, a stronghold holding off the person who wanted you dead. 

He seemed shocked at your request, but he quickly gave in, slipping under the covers with you. “Of course.”

You shuffled in closer to him. He encircled you in his arms, his hands splaying across your back. His hold was steadfast as you managed to fall asleep peacefully.

 When you woke up the next morning, Chanyeol was gone. A small note left on the nightstand let you know that he had to check up on something at work but would be home soon, so don’t worry and don’t leave the apartment. While it was difficult waking up without him, all you could do was shrug it off and get out of bed.

Making your way into the living room, you sat down on the couch and turned the TV on to the news. You should have known it was a mistake, that you were walking into dangerous territory. After the weather had concluded, the anchor turned serious. A picture of Dani appeared next to her on the screen.

“Twenty-five-year-old Dani Marcum was found brutally murdered last night in her home. The police are now suspecting that it could be linked to two other deaths: the murder of Jang Jisoo and Kim Kiwon.”

Your jaw dropped at that last name. No, no, the death of Mr. Kim was an accident. Wasn’t it? And now they were calling it murder?

“All three bodies were found drained completely of blood. However, the amount found at the crime scenes was not enough for authorities to say that they simply bleed out where they were found. They are not sure where the rest of the blood has gone. The only theory is that the killer drained the victims and took the blood with him, possibly as a souven–”

The TV shut off and Chanyeol tossed the remote aside before joining you on the couch.

“(Y/n),” he whispered.

“Why me?” you screeched, turning to him with tears in your eyes. “Everyone around me is dying and now I’m next. Why is this happening? Why!”

The answer you expected was that he didn’t know. The answer you were prepared to hear was that things like this happened and no one could explain it. But that was not what you received.

Chanyeol took both your hands in his, eyebrows knitted tightly together as he searched for the words. 

“(Y/n), what I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

You swallowed thickly, fearful of what he was about to say, but nodding anyway.

“Okay. Good.” He scooted closer to you, keeping your gaze locked on his. “(Y/n), there is a world you don’t know about. A world you think is fictional, but is truly real. A world of supernatural creatures.”

You froze. 

Then you got mad.

You jumped to your feet and moved across the living room, your voice cutting and piercing your throat as you screamed. “This is not a joke! Three different people close to me were killed! The same psycho broke into my apartment! And you’re going to tell me it was because of stupid things like vampires and werewolves?!”

Before you could blink, Chanyeol was in front of you, his hand over your mouth. That was impossible.

“Please, don’t yell,” he begged between gritted teeth. “I’m serious, (y/n). They are real. Just look.” He opened his mouth to reveal his two canine teeth had grown impossibly long. They were needle sharp and long enough to graze the skin underneath his bottom lip. Then, they shrank back again to a normal, uninteresting size. “We are real. The vampire that killed those people has been after you this whole time. His name is Taejo. He’s not a story, not a Grimm fairytale.” When you stopped fighting against him, he hesitantly removed his hand.

“W-why is he after me?” Proof of a whole secret world stood in front of you. A world that you had never asked to be pulled into. 

“I don’t know,” Chanyeol admitted. “It’s… it’s what he does. This sick game – he lives for it. He finds a target, someone he can play with, torture without them ever realizing it. He kills people around them, dropping them like flies before finally closing in on them. Those people die slowly and painfully, so he can savor every second.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve been trying to find him, catch him before he can kill again, but he’s too fast. He’s always too fast. He’s older than me and more powerful. When I discovered you were his target, it wasn’t too late. I could finally do something.”

“You’ve been… trying to protect me?”

Chanyeol flinched, looking down at you guiltily. “I… can’t honestly say that. (Y/n), I’ve been wanting to kill Taejo for the past two centuries. When I was still a young vampire, he killed the woman I loved before I could turn her, to protect her. After all this time, I have a chance to kill him. He just hasn’t shown his face yet.”

Your own face fell. “So, I was just bait?” You let out a humorless laugh. Of course you were. Why else would he just fall into your life after such a tragic event? Why else would every date, every second together, feel so perfect? Anger swlleded up inside. You shoved at his chest, wanting him away from you. “I can’t believe you! Everything was a lie and you didn’t think about what this would do to me!”

The shove hardly phased him. Chanyeol took a step towards you, his hand reaching out. “(Y/n), it wasn’t like that. I mean, it may have started out that way, but now I–”

You smacked his hand away, scared of what would happen if you let him touch you. “NO! Don’t you dare try to justify what you’ve done! You played with me to get revenge! And I was stupid enough to fall for it. To fall for you! I actually was going to – ugh! I can’t even believe how stupid I’ve been!” Tears fell down like rain. You hated how much crying you had to endure the past month. “Just stay away from me! I hate you!”

Chanyeol said nothing. His jaw hung slack. He dared to try to step closer again. You stepped back to keep the distance. He nodded. 

“I understand. I’m going to try and find Taejo. When I do – and I kill him – I’ll leave you alone. Forever.” He walked out the front door letting it close slowly behind him. 

The hell you were staying here. 

You couldn’t go to the police. Not a single person at the precinct would believe who was after you. But you could hide yourself. Pack a bag, hop on a bus, and go far away. Leave no trace behind. 

Rushing to the bedroom, you changed back into last night’s clothes. It was by pure luck that last night had been casual, giving you jeans to run away in rather than a dress and heels. You threw Chanyeol’s stupid shirt into a corner and left the apartment. 

While the elevator would have been the better option to conserve energy, you didn’t want to risk running into Chanyeol. He wasn’t in one of the higher units, which made taking the stairs a viable option. Several floors below, you stepped out into a side alley. 

“Well, I must say, I never thought you would walk right to me.”

You whirled around to find the owner of  the sickly sweet voice that had called out to you. Leaning with one shoulder against the high-rise was an older man with sandy blond hair and almost sheet white skin. He wore ordinary clothes like anyone else in their thirties, but something inside you said he wasn’t normal.

At the recognition in your eyes, he grinned. “Hello, dear.”

Before you could even consider running, he flashed before you, caged in both of your arms and pinned you to the wall. His smile turned impossibly sadistic.

“You and I… We’re going to have a lot of fun.” Taking in a fist full of your hair, he slammed your head into the concrete, filling your vision first with stars… then with black.

**

Cold metal dug into your wrists. With a painful groan, you opened your eyes, the memory of the alley coming back. You were kidnapped. And this place was your prison. Your arms were chained above you, your fingers numb from being above your heart for too long. The warehouse around you was crumbling in disarray. Windows were broken in and covered by rotting wood, holes in the ceiling created by rust. Only the shackles seemed to be holding together. No matter how hard you pulled, they stayed formed in the cinderblock wall. 

“Oh, goody. You’re awake.”

The sandy haired man appeared in front of you. He raked his long, bony finger down your cheek, the ghostly nail leaving behind a sharp sting.

“Chanyeol should have known this would happen sooner or later.” He leaned in close to your ear. “I always get my prey.”

You stared him down. “Taejo.” Hatred for this man flared. You wanted to spit in his face, kick at him, drive a stake through his heart. Anything that could satisfy your hatred, even if it was miniscule. 

Taejo chuckled as he pulled back. “What an interesting approach Chanyeol took, confessing the truth to you.”

“Why me?” you begged. If you had to die in here, you at least wanted to know the reason for all the pain. 

Taejo shrugged, as if you had asked why he didn’t like a certain restaurant. “You happened to pass by and smelled… so intoxicating. Some humans simply smell more delicious than others. I had to have it. And your fear right now makes it even more mouthwatering.”

You scoffed. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe so,” he cackled. “But it’s fun. Especially with Chanyeol thinking he could protect you from me.”

“He wasn’t trying to protect me,” you spat. “I was just bait so he could get to you.”

“Oh, dearie, how wrong you are.” Taejo shook his head as he folded his hands behind his back. He tilted his head to one side, and then the other. “Sure, at first he simply wanted me to see him, thinking I might slip up since I hate him so much. But I’ve been watching from afar. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, how he’d watch you as you slept, perched outside your window like a silent guardian. He looks at you just as he looked at her. Which is going to make killing you even more fun.”

You refused to believe him. This was another part of his game, nothing more. To give you hope at the last minute, making you call out for Chanyeol to save you before he drained you of blood. You would refuse. 

But as Taejo took that menacing first step towards you to start his torutre, he was gone. Pinned to the ground, he struggled against Chanyeol, who had his neck in his hands.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” Chanyeol hissed, his canines extended, sharp and dangerous.

Taejo laughed. “I was counting on it.” With unheard of strength, he slammed the taller Chanyeol into the wall next you, their positions now switched. “I wanted you here, to watch me rip her apart like I did the last one. To make you suffer before I kill you once and for all.” He smirked. “Or maybe I’ll keep you around as a pet.”

Chanyeol released a monstrous roar that shook you to the core. Filled with rage, he channeled it as he threw Taejo across the room, the latter crashing into a wall of stacked crates. They shattered on impact, a few pieces barely missing you. And then it was a battle too quick for your human eyes to see anything beyond two blurs of supernatural force. You strained your eyes to try and see if Chanyeol was winning. You silently begged him to win, too terrified of distracting him to voice it out loud. All you could do was wait and see who would come out on top. Snarls and hisses echoed throughout the warehouse as they crashed into old crates, crumbling them into sawdust in their wake.

Then the fighting stopped. Chanyeol had Taejo’s head in his hands with a leg wrapped around his torso to keep him steady. Taejo clawed at Chanyeol’s arms with his claw-like nails, but the scratches healed as quickly as they were formed.

“Just do it,” Taejo hissed.

“Gladly.”

A victorious cry echoed in the warehouse as Chanyeol ripped Taejo’s head from the rest of his body. Every lithe limb went limp as the unnatural life left Taejo’s body. Chanyeol gathered splinters of the crates, creating a small pile before dumping Taejo’s body and head on top. He pulled a box of matches out of his pocket, stuck a single stick, and then tossed the flame to start the cremation. Then he came to you. 

He crushed and broke the chains around your wrists. You were free. With no energy left in your body, your knees gave out. Chanyeol caught you before you could tumble to the ground. Sitting down, he cradled you in his arms, cupping your jaw in one of his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You blinked up at him, confused. You squirmed in his vice, but he refused to let you go. “Why are you sorry? You got what you wanted.”

His eyes bore into yours, their familiar warmth refusing to let you look away. “But I almost lost you.”

“Why would that matter?”

“Because I love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at the bold statement, but he held a finger to your lips, stopping you from interrupting. 

“I know at first, my mind was only on killing Taejo, but you,” he tapped your nose with his finger. “you silly human with your blushing cheeks and beautiful laughter, made me feel something I haven’t in two centuries. My heart doesn’t beat, but it’s all yours. I understand if you still hate me and I’ll let you go if that’s what you want, but please know that it’s the truth. That I love you.”

Your mind raced, trying to find the lie in what he said. But you couldn’t find one. Chanyeol had gotten what he wanted: Taejo dead. You were safe again, so why would it matter to him how you felt? 

Slowly letting a smile spread on your lips, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I think I love you, too.”

“Then I’m yours,” he replied. “Forever.”

[candescentkpop]

Love Shot

EXO: Love Shot

Exo Part 39 / ∞

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Missed. PCY

Fem! Reader x Park Chanyeol.

L&O: SVU AU! established couple, married, Dectective AU!

Plot: You lost you baby after being attacked by someone.

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse and pregnancy lost, revenge, and violence.

You and Chanyeol have been through a lot during your marriage, good things, bad things, you are already married and the desire you shared together was to have a child, despite how heavy his work was but Chanyeol seeing that everyone was already with children or grandchildren, he also wanted a baby ... and more if it was with you, the person he loved and protected.

One day both agreed to do it, already having the resources both physically and mentally to have a baby, one day the symptoms showed after a few days of Valentine's Day. "Honey, I don't feel well" you said softly and the one at her desk looked at her worried and approached you, the dizziness was increasing and nausea the same, Amanda saw you and knew instantly. Says the voice of experience (she has two daughters). Your office phone rang and you answered "Dectective YLN." You said as you got up to attend to the case and fell to the floor. "YLN" said the whole squadron and approached you, everyone was scared and more Chanyeol called 911 and they took you to the hospital.

The doctors checked you and sure enough, you were pregnant, your shocked face was unique" pregnant?" You said softly. Chanyeol was outside and worried. The doctor called him and looked at you in the chair with a slight and soft smile "Mr. Park...Your wife is pregnant, congratulations" he said with a smile and Chanyeol came up to you and hugged you, he was feeling very happy. Tears in his eyes he was very happy"I'm gonna be the best father that baby has ever known" he said smiling broadly.

How could that change out of nowhere? I was at the station 7 months pregnant, Chanyeol was out on an operation with the team, I hated the desk job you went through the cells. Then you went downstairs and saw no one, you walked for an Iced Tea at the store near the precinct and several people accosted you. "Ow, it's too bad the detective can't defend herself, call the police" they said you only heard laughter and jeers as they beat you up, they took your gun and your badge "my baby" was all you could think about. A lady and her son passed by and called for help, Chanyeol arrived and didn't see you "and YLN?" Said Olivia, Captain of the unit.

One of the phones rang, Tutuola answered "Detective YLN is in the hospital, she was attacked" it was not a good idea to have put that on speaker Chanyeol was in shock, he looked for his things "We will take you" said Olivia and they rushed to the hospital, Chanyeol ran as soon as he saw the doctor "YN, how is she? How are they?" He said desperately looking for some answer in the Doctor's expressions "Mr. Park, your wife lost her baby, I'm so sorry. We are checking her" he said with a withdrew face, Chanyeol fell to the floor the team came closer scared" we lost it...the baby" his look was empty" The doctor will tell YN what happened...don't feel that weight on you Chanyeol" Fin said and Chanyeol looked at him and got up " I want to see her, where is she? YN" he said low and Olivia nodded and spoke to the doctor, by the time you reacted, the doctor was with you, he explained that the amount of blows and the force of them, you lost the baby and the proper extraction was performed.

Tears came out of your eyes and Chanyeol came in and saw you, he could not bear to see you like this, hurt and empty. "YN" said the soft one "forgive me" you said "it was not your fault..." said the soft one " I'm by your side" said the soft one and his voice broke and tears stayed like that for a while.

Those were sad days for both of you, you didn't want to eat and not everything was the same, each one took the mourning in a different way, Chanyeol didn't sleep at night, he had an inner rage that didn't let him, he put an investigation against the attackers, Chanyeol investigated on his own and found them, he called Fin and gave him details of what he found. They would do something, something outside the law, they found each one and slowly paid back everything they did to you and your son. "Oh...now you want to apologize to me?" Chanyeol said hitting him with the bat.

He was doing it with so much hatred " Chanyeol stop it" he said and Chanyeol didn't stop, he was so exalted, Chanyeol was going to give one more hit and this one stopped him" no...it was enough" said Fin and Chanyeol saw him "You think it was enough for them...to hit my wife and kill my son, huh?" He said looking him in the eyes his gaze was cold" come on...if Olivia finds out about this they will end up demoting me and expelling you" he said and Chanyeol took the bat away. He came home clean, he looked at you resting on the sofa" kitten" he whispered "they already got what they deserved... "he said and he put himself next to you and you woke up.

You never knew what happened, Chanyeol would tell you at some point, but not now.

[moonlight-yuyu]

Ideal Date @ajengsthings

Thank you so much for requesting here you go love!❤️

I'd give you sitting outside and talking as a perfect date

You two would always treasure those dates where you can just side around (especially outside) and just talking about anything in the world! Most of the time it would be about your days or your work but sometimes it can get pretty deep as well! Chanyeol would have the best advises and you would always feel way better after talking to him. For Chanyeol your shoulder would be the best to cry on as well. Its like you giving each other sooo much strength and positive energy. you can sit there and talking for days but there can also be a beautiful silence. Just time spending together would be the best time!

Chanyeol:

The Vibe:

The Song: Te Amo - MIYEON

[noah-shin]

Exo masterlist

Kim Min-seok

Nothing yet

Kim Jun-myeon

Nothing yet

Lay Zhang

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Byun Baek-hyun

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Kim Jong-dae

Nothing yet

Park Chan-yeol

Park Chanyeol - The one in the shadow

Doh Kyung-soo

Nothing yet

Kim Jong-in

Nothing yet

Oh Se-hun

Nothing yet

[louisatfanfics]

Sinopse: Viver em uma casa amaldiçoada foi o suficiente para Park Chanyeol sentir medo, superar o luto e conhecer o amor. Parece irônico lidar com várias emoções simultaneamente, mas tudo foi compensado por ele ter alguém ao seu lado, sendo ele o grande amor da sua vida, Byun Baekhyun. Mas, logicamente, que morar em um local conturbado não faria o seu relacionamento ser fácil, afinal, se apaixonou por um espírito e a única noite livre que ele poderia ter com o seu grande amor era no dia das bruxas e essa noite foi o suficiente para perpetuar o que sentiam no para sempre.

LINK DA HISTÓRIA: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/uma-noite-livre-com-voce-24538249

[sehunniepotwrites]

RISK IT ALL | L.HC

SYNOPSIS. In theory, playing a card game called Risk It or Drink It during your holiday kickback sounded fun. In reality, it was your group’s wild plot scheme for you and your close friend, Donghyuck, to finally get yourselves together in more ways than one. 

PAIRING. Lee Donghyuck x fem!Reader WORD COUNT. 14.4k GENRE. Friends-to-Lovers!AU, Holiday!AU, Christmas!AU, Party!AU, mutual pining, smut (minors dni!), comedy/humor, a tiny bit of fluff

WARNINGS. language (crude sexual jokes, talks about sex positions, and profanities), alcohol and food consumption, adult drinking games with dares, haechan is heavy on consent, body shots, brief vouyerism, explicit content (needy!haechan, possessive!haechan, fingering, oral–male and female receiving, nipple play, praise kink, penetrative, missionary, etc.), nicknames (hers: princess, baby | his: baby)

PLAYLIST. Up to You - PRETTYMUCH feat. NCT Dream | Look at Me - George | A Nonsesne Christmas - Sabrina Carpenter | santa doesn’t know you like i do - Sabrina Carpenter | Yours (Live feat. Winter and Mark) - Chanyeol and Raiden

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters or concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. © sehunniepotwrites, 2023

As people say, Saturday nights are for the boys. 

To you, the boys refer to your group of best friends formed early in your college years. The bond strengthened even after graduation. Two years after leaving your university adventures behind, your Saturday nights still belonged to your small close knit group. What started as dressing up in your best clothes and club hopping hours into the night turned into wearing comfy clothes and hosting weekly kickbacks in your respective apartments. You exchanged drunkenly shouting over loud music with drunkenly shouting over party games. Sometimes, you drink and others, you abstain from consuming alcohol to just bask in your hilarious company.

As you grew older, the clubbing and party scene seemed too exhausting with your nine-to-fives taking up most of your energy. Why would you want to socialize with stupid drunk strangers in a crowded room when you could just do that with your tight circle of friends?

Donghyuck and Mark hosted the kickback at their place this week–this one a little fancier than others due to it being the Saturday before Christmas. You loved it when they did. It gave you the excuse to drink to your heart’s content, knowing you could just crash in Donghyuck’s bed at the end of the night. You never did drink past your limit though–too afraid of your darkest secrets slipping through your loose lips–secrets only Jaemin and his girlfriend Ari knew. 

Ari was a great secret keeper. She never revealed your secret crush on Donghyuck to her lover. You did that yourself one semester when you bursted into her room, complaining about how attractive your best friend looked in his leather jacket to the point of wanting to kiss his pretty confident smirk off his face.  Jaemin heard it all while waiting for his girlfriend to get out of the shower. But as loyal as a friend could be, he kept the slip to your tiny little trio. That, however, did not stop the occasional teasing that happened here and there in full group settings. 

It seemed like Jaemin and Ari always had something up their sleeves when you found yourselves hanging out with them and Donghyuck. They would find tiny little ways to get you and your crush in positions where you had no choice but to be near him. For example, setting up days where the hang outs seemed more like double dates and then pretending to get lost just to guarantee you some alone time with him. Their plans, though obvious to you, worked in many ways. Jaemin and Ari often returned to you with matching grins on their pretty faces when they saw your hands linked together or with Donghyuck’s arm comfortably draped around your shoulder, his free hand carrying your purse. 

You honestly weren’t sure how Donghyuck never caught on to their schemes. 

Maybe he did but refused to say anything on the topic. 

Nevertheless, the devil worked hard but Ari and Jaemin worked even harder.

Although you asked the two to stop fueling the delusions floating in your mind, they insisted Donghyuck liked you too. “His feelings for you were undeniable,” they said,  “just look at the way he treated you versus everyone else.” 

Your best friend—with his gentle touches, sweet smiles, and teasing tones—dropped anything for you. He’d walk you to class even if his classes were on the other side of campus, protect you from creeps that gave you the ick, and have food delivered to your job when you had a rough day. When your dates with men went awry, Donghyuck arrived in seconds. According to the couple, the possibilities were endless for Donghyuck but only when it came to you. And tonight, apparently, was going to show you how endless the possibilities were. 

You were a bit sad Mark was missing out on this round of drinking at his place but as Jaemin slammed the box of cards down on the dining table, maybe it was for the best that the eldest of the group missed it. He’d miss the chaos happening at his apartment but at least, he’d earn money while doing it. 

Stealing a quick glance at Donghyuck, he looked so cute in his oversized knit sweater. The Santa hat resting on top of his long, wavy hair made him appear cozier than usual. Your outfits coincidentally matched–your sweaters in a similar shade and a Santa hat headband resting on top of your scalp. 

“Alright, bitches,” Jaemin smirked while opening the box, “tonight’s game is called Risk It or Drink It. You better not be pussies now.” You missed the gamemaster giving Donghyuck a pointed look as you handed out Ari’s soju cocktails to all the people in attendance. Donghyuck stealthily flipped him off. 

“He means you, babes,” Ari nudged you as she poured the two of you a shot. “We’re doing this for you.”

You grabbed it, the liquid spilling from the top, as you raised it for a toast. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Ari striked her glass with yours, “Well, Watson. Bottom’s up.” 

“Merry fucking Christmas!” The two of you downed the shot, not wincing in the slightest. The dangerous thing about flavored soju was that it tasted sweet, didn’t burn, and snuck up on you when you least expected it.

Everyone gathered around the kitchen island, some choosing to stand or lean against the countertop, while others took a seat on the barstools. You all watched as Jaemin set the game up with ease, placing a thick stack of cards in the middle of the table. 

“The rules are simple. We all take turns getting a card, reading it out loud, and doing what the card says, which is either doing a dare or answering a question. If you can do it, you earn the points at the bottom of the card and keep the card. If you can’t, take a shot or a swig of your drink. First to ten points wins. The player with the least point drinks out of”–the gamemaster pointed to a disgusting concoction next to the cards–“finishes the king’s cup. Got it?”

A chorus of agreement circled around the room and so the game began.

The first round was an easy one. You suspected the deck wasn’t shuffled well enough.

 Jeno’s card asked him to show off how much money was in his account, causing Yeri to jokingly ask him if he needed a sugar baby. He retaliated by telling her to ask Mark when he came home, making her take a big swig of her cocktail to draw attention away from her reddening face. Giselle had to name the worst dressed in the room, which led to Renjun’s cute outburst. Jaemin faked a proposal to his girlfriend and had to chug his drink when she said “no.” 

It was all fun and games until it came to you. That was when the party truly began.

You drew your card, skimmed through the words silently with a puzzled look, and then made a face. On your right, Donghyuck threw his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer to his side. He looked at the card as well, his face slightly dropping as he processed the task. 

“What does it say?” Karina yelled from the other side of the circle. 

Clearing your throat, you read aloud, “Lick the person on your left’s earlobe for five seconds or drink.” 

Jaemin was to the left of you and as much as you thought your friend was attractive, no amount of drinks in the world would result in you doing that.

“Damn, if only it said person to your right,” Jaemin whistled, reaching over to pat Donghyuck’s knee. Then, a mischievous glint in his eye appeared. “Hey, Donghyuck! Wanna switch sides for this card?”

“Jaem, what the fuck?!”

Donghyuck immediately shot up and the rest of the group hollered at the suggestion, urging him to move. Shoving Jaemin aside, your best friend beamed at you. He made a show out of it, pretending to tuck strands of his hair behind his ear. “Ready when you are, Princess.” 

You shoved his side at his flirty tactics, quickly looking away from the pair of eyes you couldn’t resist. “You would be the type to like this shit,” you attempted to play off, ignoring the increasing heartbeats the more he looked at you. 

“I’m into anything as long as you’re the one doing it,” he threw back, quickly placing a kiss right next to your earlobe. You inhaled sharply at the touch. You could almost feel the smirk spreading across his lips as he pulled away.

The screams that followed that line reminded you that you were not alone–you were in a room filled with people that you loved and were now watching you grow even more flustered than you already were. Heaven knows you were not drunk enough for this. Shaking your head out of the thoughts that followed Donghyuck’s words, you reached for your glass and said, “I’m drinking.”

Vocalized disappointment circled around the room and you ignored it, taking three large gulps of your cocktail. You slammed the glass down and felt the alcohol run through your body. If the dares were anything like that one, it would take you a lot more to actually do something. 

Donghyuck didn’t vocalize anything after your choice was made but you did catch his smirk drop the second your lips touched the rim of your glass. The large hand he had around your waist acted as a sign for you to put your drink down. Without words, he placed an opened water bottle in front of you and gestured to it with his chin–he wanted you to take a sip. You did as you were told as the second round of dares continued.

You all had trouble holding in your laughter when Karina called a friend, put them on speakerphone, and asked them to pick her up from the station after being detained for having car sex in a public area. The cackles were harder to contain when the friend pressed for details instead of immediately coming to her aid. When the insistence failed to cease, Karina spit out the first name that came to her head and ended up unmasking the flame she carried for Jeno. You grinned at the unfolding, taking note of how Jeno’s body perked up the minute Karina’s friend screamed, “Finally!” 

Ari confidently revealed her body count, Yeri had to endure being tickled by everyone for thirty seconds, and Renjun took two shots instead of calling his ex-girlfriend.

“List three sex positions in ten seconds or drink,” Donghyuck read his card aloud. Before he could even process the task, the group started counting down, adding pressure onto the boy. “Oh shit! Umm, missionary, doggy–oh what the fuck, what else is there?!”

His time was up before he could think of a third and Giselle shoved a shot in his hand. “You better drink, Hyuck!” 

Donghyuck accepted his fate, groaning after he took the shot. As he nuzzled his head into your neck, you could tell he was disappointed at his failure.

“Aww, baby, couldn’t think fast enough with your little pea brain?” you teased, running your fingers through his messy hair. 

He looked up at you with a playful sneer and pursed his lips. “Like you could do any better in ten seconds.”

Looking Donghyuck dead in the eye, you listed three off the bat with a deadpan face, “Cowgirl, 69, doggy. It’s not that hard, Hyuckie.”

With no other context, your best friend dropped his head back into place and said, “You will be the death of me one day, you know that, right?” His plush lips, now wet with the remnants of alcohol, brushed against the junction of your neck and exposed shoulder. The sudden touch made you shiver.

“And why’s that?”

Donghyuk breathed out, the air making  goosebumps appear on your skin, and deflected the question. “It’s your turn. Draw.”

The moment you pulled the card, Donghyuck shifted his head to read the card with you. His body began to shake with laughter as the rest of your crew rushed you to reveal the dare. 

God, you were not drunk enough for this. He grabbed the paper out of your fingers and took the liberties of saying the dare, “Hold a piece of food in your mouth and have the person on your right,” he paused, grazing his soft fingers on your bare knee, “that’s me, princess—”

“Yes, I know my rights from lefts, Hyuck.”

“—and have them take it from you.”

“I’m picking the piece of food you use and don’t you dare complain!” Ari yelled before anyone else could claim the job. 

Everyone watched as she stifled through a plate of French fries. Her playful grin expanded across her pretty face when she found the perfect fry—a thin, crispy piece that was around an inch long. The group exploded with excitement as she held it up. 

“That,” you pointed to the fry in your friend’s hand, “cannot be legal. That has to be against the rules!”

Jaemin pretended to examine the fry his girlfriend was holding. “Hmm, looks fine to me.”

“You’re a menace, Jaem,” you hissed at him.

Jaemin came right back, “Just doing what has to be done to take us out of our misery.”

“What misery?!”

With everything already set, you resigned to your friend’s wishes and begrudgingly accepted the dare. Ari handed you the tiny piece of food. You sighed dramatically before placing it between your teeth. It barely extended past your top and bottom lip. Shooting Donghyuck a widened look, you told him to hurry. If you were to prolong this dare any longer, you were afraid of the fry breaking before he’d get to it. 

You stood still as Donghyuck approached with a smug look. It disappeared as soon as his eyes dropped to the french fry you held, lingering at the sight of your parted mouth. When he looked back up at you, there was a sort of look in the brown irises you were so attracted to. Hunger. Anticipation. 

“Lean in,” someone shouted but your body froze in its place.

Swallowing back your nervousness, his two warm hands touched your face, both molding to your cheeks. Shutting your eyes as he grew closer, the last thing you saw was his handsome face tilting to get a better angle. Donghyuck’s actions were lightning quick and sudden, making your heart beat skyrocket towards the moon. 

His breath tickled your skin and then, his lips brushed ever so gently against yours. It didn’t last too long; after all, his goal was to retrieve the french fry. You did your best to focus on that, remembering not to bite down to break the crunchy strip of food–the task at hand was hard but not impossible.

Then, there was a slight pressure, the plushness of his lips pushing into you as Donghyuck bit, tugging the food out of your mouth. 

Still frozen in your spot, you sensed Donghyuck pulling back. You exhaled through your nostrils and slowly opened your eyes. Your best friend was right in front of you, wearing a smirk as he chewed on the fry. He licked around his mouth, gathering the tiny dusts of salt before humming. 

“Salty,” was all he said while everyone surrounding  you laughed at his antics.

Ignoring the hammering of your heart as he continued to stare at your lips, you cleared your throat. As much as you tried to shove all feelings of attraction aside, Donghyuck kept his sultry gaze fixated on you. You watched as it dipped back down to your lips again, his fingers coming up to brush away the little specks of salt that stuck your mouth. 

Everything was too much for you–the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his stare, the looks the others were giving you–it was time to direct everyone’s attention elsewhere.

 “Next dare,” you called out, facing away from Donghyuck.

 You did the honors of drawing the card for the next person, reading it out loud and keeping the game going. Despite everyone else’s attention following your distraction, you could still detect your crush’s unwavering stare from your side. You were hyper-aware of his arm circling your waist, tugging you closer to his body heat, and the way his palm curved so perfectly into your side. It sent tingles down your spine, goosebumps forming in your flesh, and heat rising up from the tips of your extremities to the middle of your body.

Looking at the depleting stack as the game continued, you thought it couldn’t get any worse than this. Turns out, you were dead wrong.

Donghyuck plucked the next card at the top of the deck, read it to himself, and let out a low chuckle. Squeezing your side, fingers tickling the sliver of exposed skin, he said, “Looks like it’s you and me again, Princess.”

 The  reaction kept the group of friends on the edge of their seats, curiosity getting the better of them. “Read it!” Giselle yelled from the other side of the island bar. 

Hating the way Donghyuck dragged things out, it was time to take matters into your own hands. Snatching the card out of his hand, you relayed the message aloud, “Hold a staring contest for thirty seconds with the person on your left or drink. The two participants must be within two inches of each other.”

Oh shit. 

If there was one thing that made you weak, it was the way Donghyuck stared at you. You barely survived him stealing the fry. There was a mission to complete despite his impenetrable gaze, which kept your center of interest. But for this particular dare, nothing would be in the way but the air you both breathed. Could you be able to maintain your cool or would you fold the minute your eyes locked with his?

“Oh, this is going to be good,” Jeno whispered to Karina, the two now seemingly closer after the phone call scandal. She giggled, turning her head towards him to hide her laugh. Traitors, you thought to yourself, the both of them. 

Faking nonchalance, you shifted towards an eager looking Donghyuck. “Thirty seconds is nothing. Let’s get this over with.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he replied, swiveling in his chair to face you. 

The arm holding you close to him slid down your shoulder to rest on your waist, his hand making its way under your sweater and palm now resting on the small of your back. Your body arched at his touch before you fully processed what happened, your grip instantly shooting to his take hold of his upper arms to maintain balance. You ignored the way his muscles flexed under your palms. 

Donghyuck chuckled again, “We didn’t even start and you’re already like this. How cute.”

Despite how his words and tone made you melt on the inside, how they made you sink a little more into his touch, the snark came bubbling out of your mouth. “Shut up.”

Donghyuck did the exact opposite of what you demanded. “Why don’t you make me?”

“Oh my god, Donghyuck,” you groaned.

“Is the timer ready?” he asked no one in particular while keeping you in his line of sight. It never wavered even as someone in the crowd announced they had pulled one up and were waiting for his cue. 

“Start it,” your best friend commanded and then began the longest thirty seconds of your life.

With Donghyuck barely two inches away from your face, his brown eyes dug deep into your soul. Unable to look away, you took note of how his pupils dilated as Donghyuck continued to stare. The way he looked at you was breathtaking, so focused, like you were the only thing that mattered in the moment. 

The boy’s stare, although flattering, was almost too intimidating for you to take. The intensity of it all made you want to withdraw, the upper half of your body drawing away from him. No matter how much you wanted to escape, he didn’t let you. Every time you pulled back, he pushed forward until the tip of your nose grazed against his. The hand underneath your sweater found its way up to support your upper back, his other arm extending out to grip the counter top. Donghyuck now had you pinned in between the island bar and his body and it was too damn hot in the room for this. 

Just as Donghyuck broke the connection to steal a glance at your lips for the second (or third time) that night, the timer alarmed to signal the end of your dare. You lightly shoved your hands against your crush’s chest, ignoring how firm the muscles below you were, to make more room. Once you deemed him far enough, you reached for your cocktail and took a long swig to cool your overheating body down.

Everyone had their own reactions to the stunt: Giselle and Yeri giggling in the corner, Renjun scrolling through the pictures he snuck of the interaction, Jeno and Karina whispering to another about what just transpired. While downing your drink, you made eye contact with Jaemin, who wiggled his eyebrows annoyingly. You were so close to using his pretty face as your punching bag. Ari simply winked at you. You flipped her off in reply.

Even as everyone else moved on, Donghyuck was still stuck on the dare that occurred. 

While taking one too many sips of your drink, you spilled a bit of it, liquid sticking to part of your skin. With no hesitation, Donghyuck used a part of his sleeve to wipe it away. The fingers still tucked into your knit sweater rose up to graze the back of your neck. You shuddered as he pulled his hand away, the warmth leaving with him. Just when you thought it was over, his nimble fingers reached out to fix the Santa headband that was slipping. Your breath hitched  and your crush promptly picked up on it. 

“Do I make you nervous?” he whispered, tacking your name to the end of his question. His voice was lower than usual, the cheerful and bright cadence long gone. The difference in his tone caused your heart to drop to the floor, as if it was free falling from an amusement park’s drop tower at the highest speed. There was no way to pick it back up.

“You wish.”

Donghyuck had the honors of having the last word this time. “I really do.”

No matter how hard you denied it, your best friend did make you nervous. It was apparent when he took the french fry from your mouth and when you had a staring contest. It was even more evident during your next turn, when you were tasked to spin a bottle and kiss whoever it landed on. 

There was no point in even spinning the bottle; you knew your mischievous friends would make you re-spin until you landed on the person they (i.e. you) wanted. You twirled the bottle a total of three times. The first time, it landed in between Jaemin and Ari and the next, it pointed to Renjun who quickly shifted from its path. On the last try, it stopped in the middle of you and Donghyuck. 

Ari’s manicured hand quickly flicked the bottle just enough so the opened end was aimed right at your best friend. “Well, would you look at that?” she giggled. “It landed on Hyuckie.” 

That girl was a devil in disguise, just like her damned partner.

You rolled your eyes. Sarcasm dripped through your words,“Who would’ve thought?” 

“Damn. Is the thought of kissing me that dreadful to you?” Donghyuck asked, lifting his Santa hat to run through his hair. His long fingers pushed back the curled bangs covering his eyes, holding them in place as he awaited your reply. 

The thought was far from dreadful. Nerve wracking was a far better word to describe how you were feeling. Thrilling was another one you could throw into your word bank. 

You ignored the question, too busy handling the butterflies hovering about in your stomach. One almost got caught in your throat when he swiveled your bar stool to face him. You gulped, shoving it back down. 

 “Is it?” Donghyuck insisted you answer him. You couldn’t lie so you abstained from replying. “Oh, you want me to kiss you so bad, don’t you, princess?”

Avoiding his eyes, you muttered, “Let’s get this over with.” 

“Gladly.” 

The next thing you knew, Donghyuck’s rough hands found their way back to your cheeks and tugged you closer. Seizing the opportunity, your best friend closed the distance with no hesitation. His plush lips crashed against yours and the years of tension between the two of  you ultimately snapped. 

As soon as he felt you kiss him back, your body melting right into his grasp, Donghyuck circled an arm around your waist to lock you in his hold. His other hand sneakily traced a path up your arm, creating gooseflesh on your skin, until finding purchase at the back of your head. He cupped your neck to keep you in place and went back for seconds. The first kiss ended and you parted for a mere moment to catch the tiniest breath before you went back at it. 

Donghyuck didn’t care about the crowd and quite frankly, you forgot about the audience. He kissed you hard and you couldn’t stop reciprocating even if you tried. The taste of him was addicting, it was impossible to break away.  

It was official; you were drunk on him within the first kiss. When Donghyuck tightened his grip, you let out a quiet yet pleasured sound. You latched onto his wavy, brown locks only to tug on them. If you went on for any longer, you were sure to have found your way onto his spread out thighs but you were stopped before you could carry on.

Renjun whistled, pulling your attention from Donghyuck’s kiss and back to the real world. 

You slowly opened your eyes, dazed for a moment in time, until you realized what just occurred. Withdrawing the hands tangled in your crush’s hair, you took in your best friend’s appearance–lips red and swollen, hair messy, and eyes half-lidded and completely fixated on your mouth. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took and once his gaze met yours, you swore his pupils grew in size. 

“God damn,” Jeno coughed, clearly flustered by the public display of affection. “Hyuck, you need a moment or?”

“Hmmm?” Donghyuck hummed, his stare unfaltering. He tracked every minuscule move you made, from the way you drew yourself back to create some much needed distance to how your mouth let out little pants to slow down your heart rate. He watched you press the back of your hands against your burning cheeks in a failed attempt to cool down. “No, no, I think I’m good.”

“I honestly think they both need a moment,” Yeri muttered under her breath. 

“Under the mistletoe maybe,” Ari whispered back. 

“The bedroom’s more like it. The card said kiss, not make out for the whole fucking world to see,” Renjun scolded, rubbing his eyes to erase the vision. You probably scarred the poor boy for life. He was most likely debating on whether or not he had to burn his eyes. 

“I think that looked hot,” Jaemin commented, giving you a wink. The heat in your cheeks turned up a notch. “Enjoyed it a little too much, yeah?”

“Of course, you enjoyed it, Jaem. You’re a freak,” Giselle said.

“Hey, no kink shaming here! This is a safe space! I’m going to make you take a shot for that!”

Only then did Donghyuck snap out of whatever trance you had him under. He gave you this enchanting smile that looked even prettier with his puffy lips. You did that to him. A swell of pride coursed through you–you ruined him even if it was just for a moment.

One of his hands dropped to your mid thigh while the side arguments continued. It traced a path to your knee, his thumb stroking your skin back and forth. “Was that okay?”

It was more than okay. Fantastic. Exciting. Stimulating even, judging by the damp feeling in your underwear. Worthy enough for an encore performance. “Yes.”

“Good,” Donghyuck gulped, suddenly shy and less confident than he usually is. “Are we okay?”

The look of a siren took over your features, your eyes flickering to his lips for a short second. Chin pointed down, your eyes then widened when rising up to meet his stare. Your hand settled on top of his, grounding it on your bare thigh. He squeezed your flesh as you answered with a breathless, “yeah.” 

“It wasn’t too much?” Donghyuck asked, leaning into you. 

He always did this–made sure that you were comfortable when put in awkward or unusual situations. Even when he stole your breath away with a kiss or two, the first thing he thought of was you. 

The only response you could give was a shake of your head, causing the headband to fall back yet again. With his light touch, Donghyuck fixed it right up and combed back the stray hairs stuck to your face.

“Good,” he repeated with a satisfied nod. 

He pressed against your thigh once more and you squeezed his hand back. When your hand refused to move, Donghyuck took it as a sign to keep it there for as long as you accepted his touch. As the game went on and the dares entertained the rest of the crowd, you kept yourself amused by running your fingers against his knuckles. It tickled your crush to no end, his hand squirming underneath yours, trying to break free from your crutches but you didn’t let up. 

To prevent it any further, Donghyuck swiftly turned his hand around and tangled his fingers with yours. He kept you in a tight but not squeezing grasp and it took your attention away from your friend group’s shenanigans. 

You missed Giselle refusing to take another shot and reluctantly taking off Renjun’s sweater vest with her mouth, then Yeri answering a “fuck, marry, kill” question, all because of how Donghyuck’s hand molded so perfectly with yours. Your eyes were glued to your intertwined fingers under the countertop, hidden from everyone else’s sight, but so crystal clear for yours. 

Your heart was going crazy, even crazier than when he kissed you in front of everyone. Those were all done for the public but this little moment was meant for you alone. Donghyuck didn’t have to hold your hand. He stood next to you now, his own seat long forgotten, just to be closer to you. You tested something, trying to pull away but his grip around your hand strengthened, as if he never wanted to let you go. 

With a smile on your face, you allowed yourself to lean against him, your arm pressing against his. As you did this, Donghyuck released the hand he held, only to sling over your shoulder. He shifted to hug you from behind, his back bent slightly so he could reach back down to connect your hands again. 

You looked up at him. “Comfortable?”

Donghyuck’s melodic voice hummed in reply and you leaned into his chest as he held you tighter. You held your breath as you felt a bit of his strengthened chest pressing into your upper back. 

When you stood to refill your cup ten minutes later, Donghyuck still held you with his arms circling your waist as you bent and reached across the countertop. Something hard grazed against your butt as you wiggled in his embrace, stretching your fingers to grab onto the half-emptied soju bottle. He emitted the quietest groan and gripped your sides to keep you still. Heat rushed throughout your entire body when the realization hit and a wave of arousal crashed against you.

“Please stop moving,” he said, desperation oozed out of his gentle command. 

The boy couldn’t move you himself, needing you to shield the erection that he was desperately trying to hide. He simply let you out of his hold, long enough to pour yourself another drink, before his arms encompassed you once more. His chin dropped to your shoulder as you sipped on your drink. 

“Sorry, can’t help it,” Donghyuck mumbled into your ear, his lips grazing against your earlobe. The slightest brush sent shivers down your spine and you were sure he felt it. It reminded you of the dare card you received earlier and you wondered if your crush would have the same reaction if the roles were reversed.

“It’s ‘kay,” you hushed back. 

“Is it though?” Donghyuck pushed. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I would push you away if I was,” you reassured him before offering him a sip of your drink. 

If you turned back, you would’ve caught his eyes widening at your reply. It was a little spark of hope for the boy but then, he couldn’t be too sure. He refused the cocktail, saying that he should stop drinking for the night. He stressed that he needed to be sober by the end of the get-together to make sure you were alright. 

A call of your name brought you back to the game. The card you drew was a relatively easy one: post a picture with someone or something to your Instagram feed without editing with the caption, “you are the love of my life.” Patting Donghyuck’s sweater-covered arm, you requested his help, “Take a picture with me?”

“Am I the love of your life now?” He threw back, not denying the request. 

You handed your phone to the group’s respective Instagram boyfriend, Jaemin, and giggled. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken that last sip. You were far from drunk but a little past buzzed. “Why? You like the sound of that?”

“I like being called yours,” he flirted back.

“Shut up,” you scrunched your nose at him before turning your attention to the camera aimed at you. 

Jaemin, as expected, took a cute picture of the two of you. 

Donghuck was still draped over you, hugging you waist from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder. While you grinned happily for the camera, your hands covering his larger ones resting on your belly, your friend kept his soft stare on you. He wore a tender smile, honey dripping from his lips and his eyes. It looked like the perfect print for a couple’s Christmas card instead of a drunken dare and you knew this was a picture you wanted to keep on your feed, dare or not. You could always edit the caption at a later time.

Donghyuck continued to hover over you, watching your fast fingers type out the text. You waited together in silence as you hit post, waiting for the picture to upload. When the photo appeared on your feed, you turned your phone around to show the onlookers. Like the hype crowd they were, all your friends pulled out their own phones to like and comment on the post–the girls writing unhinged comments on your beauty or how Donghyuck stole you away from them while the guys drew attention to how long it took you to get together. You were sure the people who weren’t a part of your usual crowd would believe the caption on your post–after all, many often commented on how cute you looked as a couple. Without context, you were sure Mark would be pissed about how you didn’t tell him shit. 

“Alright, alright. It’s your turn, Hyuck,” you said.

“Let me run to the bathroom real quick and then I’ll draw.” 

Donghyuck finally let you out of his warm embrace, heading down the hallway of his apartment, leaving you with the rest of your friends. As soon as they heard the door shut, the group turned their heads towards you. They looked like predators, ready to pounce on their prey.

“Y’all really went at it,” Ari said, “you didn’t even come up for a breath.”

“I felt like I needed to leave the room,” Yeri added on.

“And I felt like I needed to gouge my eyes out,” Renjun dramatically rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t drunk enough for that.”

“You want to drink more?” Giselle perked up, already reaching for his shot glass. 

“Sit your ass down,” Renjun scolded while reaching for food,“I’m driving you home tonight so I’m tapping out.”

“Party pooper,” she argued.

“I mean I could drink more and we could crash here but do you want to stay with Y/N and Hyuck with all this sexually charged energy in the air?”

“Excuse me, what?” you spat out your drink, eyes enlarged as you processed Renjun’s words.

“You heard what I said,” Renjun snapped before turning back to Giselle, “if you’re fine with that, you’re on your own kid ‘cause I’m going home.”

Giselle gave you a once-over and then a sheepish smile. “Yeah, on second thought, maybe not.”

Not over what Renjun said, you whisper-shouted, “Sexually charged energy?”

“Oh please, if we didn’t stop you, you’d probably end up on Hyuck’s lap,” Karina said as she sat at the dinner table across from the island bar. You glared at her, taking in her current position. She shouldn’t even be the one talking; her bare legs rested on Jeno’s lap, her flesh covered by the fabric of his hoodie. You eyed the slight movement of Jeno’s large hand under the hoodie, how it caressed Karina’s thigh.

“Is he a good kisser?” Jaemin wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“You’re such a gossip,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well, is he?” Ari pushed, ganging up on you with her boyfriend.

Thinking back to the hot kiss you shared made you bite your lip. “No comment.”

“She didn’t deny it so that’s a yes!” Yeri stood up, pointing a finger at you. 

You fought the urge to bite it as a small rebellious act. Jeno tugged the end of Yeri’s sweater dress and yanked her back down to her seat. 

“He so wants you!”

“You say that like it’s new.”

What?  Where they implying that your best friend actually had feelings for you? “What do you mea–”

It was then Donghyuck returned from the bathroom. Your group went quiet as he approached, making the lot of you appear suspicious. “Were you dumb asses talking about me?”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Donghyuck,” you said while taking your oversized sweater off. 

Being in the hot seat while he was away got you all fired up–you had to find some way to cool you down. Finishing the game in your cropped bra top and skirt would be just fine. 

“Ouch,” the boy clutched his knit sweater right above his heart, the slight tug lifting the material. You caught a sliver of his gorgeous tanned skin and realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. You swiftly reverted your eyes to the thin deck of cards on the countertop. 

When Donghyuck returned back to his position of hugging you from behind, you froze in your spot. His arms fell over your shoulders, fingertips grazing the flesh of your upper thigh and you did your best to keep it together. 

“Can you draw my card for me?” he asked you, his low voice directly in your ear. 

His warm breath and long hair tickled your neck and you shut your eyes closed. “Huh?”

“It’s too far and I don’t want to reach over you,” Donghyuck whined, his hands sliding up your arms to massage your shoulders. 

You gave into his wishes and reached for a new card. Donghyuck’s grip skimmed your sides, fingers digging into your hips to keep you steady while you leaned forward. His thumbs rubbed little circles on your back as you read the card aloud. “Take a body shot with a person of your choice or finish your drink,” you projected to the awaiting crowd. Fuck. 

Jaemin and Ari’s lips formed twin smirks, satisfied with their front row seats while you slowly piece together that particular dare. Donghyuck refused to let you out of his sight or grip. All partner tasks he had were done with you. Therefore, you would be his person of choice for this dare as well. Could your heart even take this?

Like clockwork, Donghyuck swiveled your chair to ask for your consent. His brown eyes dug deep into yours to check in on you. “You okay with this, princess?”

You gestured to the strong cocktail Ari made him. “Would you rather finish that strong concoction or take a shot? I know you said you wanted to stop drinking tonight.”

Donghyuck shook his head, his luscious hair flopping along with his movement. “Don’t do this because of what I said. That’s not what I asked. Are you okay with this–yes or no?” 

“I–” You were shy but you weren’t unwilling. This game had gotten you physically closer than any other attempts that were made. It gave you a little confidence when it came to Donghyuck’s physical touch. 

When Jaemin and Ari mentioned they had something up their sleeves, you didn’t think a little card game would get you this far. You couldn’t deny the rising tension between you and Donghyuck, especially how it skyrocketed during the many rounds of dares. Neither could you deny the gentler moments sprinkled in the middle of the more intense scenes of the wild night. If all of those moments were leading up to this, why run away from it? 

“Yeah.”

That was not what Donghyuck was expecting to hear. “Yeah?”

“Let’s do it,” you nodded bashfully. You turned to face your friends, feigning confidence, “We don’t have tequila so hand me some sugar and the apple mango soju.”

Sweet drinks weren’t really Donghyuck’s thing. He was more of a plain soju and beer person but while you were both out at a barbeque place earlier in the year, he mentioned that he liked the taste of apple mango flavor in passing. Months later and you remembered that little fact. Donghyuck bit back a grin. 

He reached out a hand towards you and you carefully placed your hand in his. Donghyuck helped you off your high stool, looking for a place to set you down. The island bar was filled with the food, drinks, and the card game so that wasn’t in the running. The dining table had all the white elephant gifts piled on top, so that wasn’t a choice either. 

His eyes landed on the low coffee table in front of the couch and led you to it, your hand clasped tightly with his. Your free hand held the bottle of soju, the sugar, and the shot glass. When no one was looking, you took a quick swig before seating yourself on the cold, glass surface. Donghyuck kneeled in front of you, wedged between your thighs. 

Your friends followed, jittery with excitement over what was going to unfold. They planted themselves behind the couch, keeping their distance. 

Handing him the sugar shaker, you braced yourself as his tongue licked a spot on your neck.  Fingers and toes curling at the sensation, you cocked your head to the side while he sprinkled a bit of sugar on your skin. You didn’t dare open your eyes until you felt him more than a breath away. Avoiding any sort of eye contact with your friends, you fixed your gaze on the person in front of you, pouring the alcohol into the glass. When Donghyuck finished, he looked up at you with parted lips and a glazed over stare. 

“Ready?”

Unable to spit out words, you felt your head move up and down. With your approval, Donghyuck placed one hand on your upper back, the other on your thigh, as he guided you down. You winced when the freezing glass met your skin. A gasp followed when the bottom of the shot glass rested on your bare stomach. 

The room was silent as Donghyuck placed his arms behind his back. You stared at the ceiling as he descended. Struggling to keep your inhales shallow to keep the shot glass upright, you dug your nails into the heel of your palm. Panic and arousal flooded your brain when you snuck a peek of his head in between your legs. First came the tickle of his long hair, then the puff of his breath. The sensations they caused ignited the fire within you and a wetness to leak into fabric, the one that was fueled by another person’s touch.

Donghyuck paused for a moment, peering up at you. Eyes locked onto his target, he kept a steady gaze as his mouth wrapped around the rim of the glass. The sight of him was too sensual, too debauched for your heart to take, you broke the connection and rested your head back on the glass table. A bit of the soju spilled on your stomach when he threw his head back to take the shot. You wanted to wipe the cold liquid with the hem of your skirt; however, Donghyuck beat you to it, his wet lips thoroughly slurping up the remainder. 

To end the dare, your best friend trapped you under him, his arms planted on either side of you. You instantly turned your head to give him more access. One of Donghyuck’s strong hands cupped your jaw to keep you in place as his tongue thoroughly traced the stripe of sugar until it was all gone. He started from where your shoulder met your neck, ghosting all the way up until his nose nudged your earlobe. Donghyuck caught the sharp gasp that escaped you, felt how your hand left crescent moons on his wrist.

One, two, three beats passed until Donghyuck retreated, the scent of his strong cologne whiffing past you as he pulled back. You released a trapped breath and grabbed hold of the hand he offered. Using his strength to bring you back up, your widened eyes met his. 

Unbeknownst to the two of you, your friends had already moved on from the dare and deemed their roles as matchmakers a job well done. They moved from their spots behind the couch and began clean up duty. Renjun placed all the used kitchenware and rinsed them in the sink. Giselle and Yeri threw away all the trash and clutter around the kitchen and dining room area. Jeno and Karina moved like two peas in a pod, working together to put away all the leftovers in the fridge. Jaemin and Ari gathered all the cards, disregarding the points earned, and placed them back in the box. No matter who earned the most points, it was clear who the winners were–you and Donghuck won the game and your prizes were each other. 

Even with the hustle and bustle happening throughout Donghyuck’s apartment, neither of you noticed, too entranced by each other. Donghyuck was completely under a spellbinding haze–the glazed over expression on your face, paired with your heavy breaths and your parted lips–that he just couldn’t help himself. Hidden by the back of your couch, no one witnessed how your crush broke himself out of his trance just to kiss you one more time. 

His lips, still damp with the alcohol that spilled from his messy drinking method, connected with yours. This kiss was slower than the one that took place earlier in the night. Slower but needier. You tasted the sweet soju as your tongues converged. Even with others in the room, who could catch you at any second, Donghyuck never increased the pace. He kept you there with him, warm hands holding your face, thumbs caressing your cheek and the back of your neck, as he lightly bit your bottom lip. 

Unable to control yourself, a quiet sigh broke free when his touch ran up to grab a handful of your hair. You instantly felt Donghyuck react to it. With that boost in confidence, his mouth formed a smirk and let out a breathless chuckle that left you desiring more of him. His hips rocked forward just once, something hard swiftly brushing against your privates, and it was enough for you to release a high-pitched mewl at the contact. When Donghyuck pulled away, his deep gaze was still locked on your puffy lips, now swollen from all the damage he’d done to you. Drawing back again, he took in the whole sight of you from his current spot, kneeling in between your spread legs. 

You were so breathless, chest heaving and body flushed with warmth. The stain on your lips was almost completely gone, what was left of it messily blotched around your mouth. Even if you reapplied it thirty minutes prior,  Donghyuck was almost one hundred percent sure it disappeared because it was smudged on him.

So breathless. So taken. So ruined. 

That was the word. You looked ruined and it was all thanks to him. 

Lee Donghyuck did that to you and he was damned proud of it. Even if nothing else stemmed from whatever this moment–this night–was, Donghyuck would take the overwhelming pride he felt to his grave. No other kiss, no other makeout session, and whatever followed would ever top this exact moment for him. 

You released a quiet giggle and swiped your thumb against his lips. He kissed it as you continued your ministrations, attempting to clean off the bright color that now painted his face. 

Would it be so bad of him if he told you to stop? Would it be okay for him to keep those stains, those little specks of you, on his skin? Was it shameless of him to ask? If it was too brazen, he’d do it anyway–Donghyuck would do anything to be at your mercy. 

“Hey, lovebirds, we’re heading out!” Jaemin called from behind the couch with Ari snuggled up at his side.

The two of you spun towards them and spotted all your friends gathered by the door. Yeri and Giselle were slipping on their shoes, using Renjun as balance as they stood on one foot. Jeno held Karina’s coat, fighting the blush that warmed his face while the girl of his dreams clung onto his arm. If you were in your right mindset, you would’ve commented on that but you were far from it. You were far from sober, too intoxicated not by the many drinks you consumed, but by all the kisses Donghyuck gave you. They were addicting in their own type of way–with his little suckles, licks, and nips. 

“You’re sleeping over, right?” Ari asked, “No need for us to take you home?”

In normal circumstances, you would sleep over with no other questions asked. It was an unspoken rule that you had every time Donghyuck and Mark hosted but this was different than the other times. You just kissed your best friend–the one you usually share a bed with–on multiple occasions throughout the night and there was some sort of invisible string drawing you back to him every single time you pulled away. Ari, as a faithful girl’s girl, was giving you a way out, an option if you didn’t want to take it any further. 

As you debated the choice that was given, Donghyuck continued to breathe you in. Although he had a certain look to him, with all the flirtatious methods he had under his belt, the boy was a one girl sort of guy and that girl would always be you. You didn’t know it but he was saving himself for you. 

To him, you were not another girl he could have a one-night stand with. You were the person he wanted to wine and dine, to take care of at the end of a long day. He wanted to shower you with his love, undying devotion, and kisses so sweet that could rival the taste of your favorite dessert. And yes, this was a risk–possibly the biggest one in his short lifetime–but out of all the risks he took tonight, this was the one Donghyuck was most willing to take. 

You faced Donghyuck, a silent inquiry in your features, as you thought it through. He cocked his head at you, “It’s up to you, princess. It’s okay if you don’t want to sleep over this time.” There was a sense of finality in his low tone, ready to accept whatever answer you were willing to give. 

There was the Donghyuck you knew and loved–always putting your comfort before his own. Even when his hardened state was centimeters away from the place it craved the most, Donghyuck maintained his distance out of respect for you. That alone made you want to stay with him, to explore where else the night could take you. 

You leaned forward and pressed your body against his. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you leaned your head on his and Donghyuck immediately coiled his arms around your exposed waist. 

“I’m gonna stay,” you notified the crowd. Turning so that your lips brushed against his sensitive ear, you whispered just for him to hear, “that’s okay, yeah?”

Donghyuck slammed his eyes shut at your whisper, tightening his limbs that settled around your middle. With his body still in between your legs, you locked him in place by crossing your calves against his back. Your core was now in direct contact with the cold metal of his belt and you shuddered. You sensed the contrasting warmth right below it as you shifted. “Yeah, yeah, it’s okay.”

You could barely maintain eye contact as your friends made their way out the door, “Get home safe, you guys! Text the chat when you get home!”

“Why should we? You’ll be too preoccupied to check,” Yeri yelled back as the front door flung shut.

“You think they’ll finally do it?” Giselle laughed as they all bolted down the stairs.

Karina turned back to face her friend, “Do what–fuck? Yeah.”

“Thank fucking God,” Renjun sighed, “I’m tired of seeing them look at each other like lovesick puppies.”

“They better get together after this or all our hard work was for nothing,” Jaemin scoffed. Ari, still stitched to his side as they stepped outside the complex, nodded in agreement.

“I just feel sorry for Mark,” Yeri winced as they made their way to their respective cars. She pulled out her phone to text the group chat—Mark wouldn’t see it until after his shift at the bar but at least it would act as fair warning. 

“Same,” Jeno agreed. He opened the door for Karina, allowing the girl to slide inside the passenger seat before shutting the door and making his way to the driver’s side. 

“He’ll live,” Jaemin laughed with no remorse whatsoever,“see y’all later.”

With their friends gone, they were truly alone. No one was left to bother them and the only thing to fill the silence was the Christmas playlist in the background. Donghyuck released out a deep exhale and nuzzled his way into the crook of your neck. His hands were splayed against your thighs, caressing all the bare skin he had direct access to. The feeling of his warmth was contradicting–it heightened your mood but also made you feel so incredibly safe. 

Deep in your heart, you knew that Donghyuck would accept whatever you had to offer. If that meant taking things one step further, then he would pursue the heartracing chase that has been going on all night, running you down with kisses and ministrations that would leave you weak in his clutches. But on the other hand, if it meant that you changed your pretty little mind and didn’t want anything to occur, he would take it like a champ and accept that too. 

Donghyuck’s subtle touches were light and sensual but never broke the barrier. He just held you, his touch sliding up from your knees to the top of your thighs, fingers skirting around the seams of your bottoms to the curve of your ass. His caress didn’t break through any layers, they just lingered as he continued to keep you in his hold. 

You were the one who crashed through the walls that were made. You were the one who called his name, making him turn his chin to face you. You were the one who looked at him so intensely before dipping down to steal another taste of his addicting mouth. And Donghyuck, with all his might, matched  your level of desire perfectly.

When your limbs encased him in your embrace, arms around his broad shoulders and legs locking around his hips, Donghyuck let out a miniscule noise and you took the chance to lick around his split lips. Your tongue snaked its way in, stroking the tip of his for a second, before teasingly pulling away. He prevented you from completely ending the kiss, his hand firmly gripping the back of your head. 

You sighed out his name, falling more and more into him, and that was it for Donghyuck. He stood up and carried you down the hall. When he stopped kissing you in the middle of the hallway, your brows furrowed and you pulled back in confusion. He wore a sneaky smile on his face as he gestured up with his eyes. 

“Mistletoe,” he chuckled.

“You’re impossible,” you said, turning away to smile. He was so impossibly cute. 

“What’s so wrong about wanting to kiss you under the mistletoe?” Donghyuck asked, cocking his head to meet your gaze again.

“Nothing.”

“Well then, if it’s nothing, then give me another kiss.”

The sweet and light touch quickly turned into something heavier, doused with all the longing you kept locked up deep in your heart. Donghyuck, with the same degree of desperation to love you, matched your intensity. Your back roughly hit the wall as he raised his knee to apply pressure on your center. The slight pain and the definite pleasure blended so well, you moaned loudly. He lifted his knee again to rip another noise out of you and your whimpers were almost too much for him to process.

“Hyuck?”

“Hmmm?” he hummed as he suckled at your neck.

You were practically sinking down the wall, immersing yourself in his kisses. “Room.”

“What?”

You pried him away from your bruising skin from all his nips and kisses to say, “Your room.” Dropping a kiss to his lips, you begged, “Please.”

Completely in sync, you reached for each other again for another round of urgent kisses. It was the blind leading the blind as Donghyuck stumbled through the narrow walkway to find his room. It would have been easier just to let up for a minute or two but the act of kissing him while desperately searching for his space was so incredibly hot. You were sure it was every girl’s dream to be so carnally wanted by someone to the point of never letting go. You were still processing that you were truly wanted this way by the guy who took up permanent residence in your brain.

You faintly heard the door open and close before you were dropped onto his mattress. You let out a surprise squeal at the unexpected action and he laughed as he slowly crawled over you.

Donghyuck always left his LED lights on even when he was out of the room. You scolded him each time he did it, lecturing him about saving energy, but this was the one time you didn’t. You were glad he left his purple lights on because now you were able to see how truly taken he was by you. 

The lights created a halo around his body and yours. Each of you took a moment to soak up your appearances–Donghyuck with purple lights outlining his lean body, light shadows not enough to hide the affection written all over his face and you with your hair spread across his bedsheets, chest heaving in anticipation, and dilated eyes looking up at him.

Your hands snaked up to the hem of his sweater, tugging at it. It was an unspoken question and Donghyuck answered it instantly, stripping himself of the one layer he had on. Unable to resist, your fingers danced across his bare skin, tracing the lines of his lean muscles. You’d seen him shirtless many times before but never like this. You never had him hovering over you with the feeling of desire coursing through your bloodstream.

Sliding your hands up, you tugged at his long hair to bring him closer to you and his arms faltered for a second. Donghyuck collapsed, dropping so that he rested on his knees and arms. The strands that you played with dangled across your forehead and you reached up to close the distance. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time before I can’t stop myself anymore,” Donghyuck whispered against your lips. “Do you want this?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

He kissed your breath away, his hands resting against your ribs. Dogghyuck squeezed hushed sounds out of you as he stripped you of your crop top and bra all at once. His hands grasped your breasts, fondled them, while the open-mouthed kisses continued. They drifted from your mouth, his lips marking a path down your neck to your cleavage. Donghyuck teased your nipples with his hand and tongue, watching you writhe with each action he made. Your manicured nails scratched at his back as his licks and pinches quickened.

“God, you’re so–” Donghyuck lost his train of thought when your palm added pressure to the growing need in his pants. 

You struggled to get his belt off in between all his distractions. As soon as you did, your nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and began to shove his tight jeans down his meaty thighs.

Donghyuck reluctantly ripped himself away from you to do the rest of the work. He did a sloppy job of it all, hopping here and there to wiggle out of his jeans but you didn’t care. You kept your eyes on him, your gaze raking from his head all the way down to the apparent tent in his boxer briefs. Crawling your way to the edge of the bed, you looked up at him while you tugged on the waistband of his last remaining layer.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess,” he groaned while you pulled him back towards you. Donghyuck was beyond ready to risk it all for you, no matter the consequences. Logic and friendship be damned.

“Like what?” You blinked slowly.

His hands went to your hair, tugging you up until you were at eye level with each other. The other arm coiled around your waist and pressed your bare, heaving chests together.“God, do you want to be kissed until you can’t breathe?” 

“By you? Please,” you pleaded again. Donghyuck gave in to you, protecting your head as the two of you fell back. He kissed you as your back hit the bed a second time, his tongue passing over every crevice in your mouth. He met his need to be closer to you by grinding his hips, an action you promptly followed. His hands and yours were in absolute synchronization as they tugged the remaining layers off. 

It seemed like all Donghyuck wanted to do was shower your entire body with his undying devotion, to show you how much he loved you. His lips skipped over the apex between your legs, kissed down your extremities, until he was off the bed with your garments in hand and haphazardly tossed them to the side. 

His hand wrapped around your ankle and dragged your body to the end of the bed. Your heavy breathing increased when you realized exactly what Donghyuck was up to. He shot you an animalistic grin as he dived in with a long lick to your velvet skin.

“Hyuck, oh my god,” you cried.

He sucked on one of your lips and then the other with the same amount of pressure. “Again.”

“What?”

“Say my name again.” This time, he swirled his tongue around your clit then added pressure with the tip. 

It pushed another winded call of his name out of you and you felt him smirk against you. Donghyuck traced your folds with one finger with a featherlight touch before it ventured inside your aching need. His digit slid right in and out, showing just how much you craved him. His eyes tracked how they eased into you, the sight never boring him in the slightest. 

Adding another finger made you even more vocal, as did his tongue playing with your clit. Donghyuck never let up. Even when your fingers tugged a little too tightly on his hair, or when you trapped his head in between your legs, he refused to surrender. Not when your sugary sweet voice kept calling for him. 

You grew hot, sweat forming on your skin, as he continued to drive three fingers into you with a speed and depth you could never replicate. The noises you made became more incoherent with each second that passed, Donghyuck couldn’t even process that you were calling his name. He was too into you, eyes rolled to the back of his head, moans buried into your skin. 

“Wait, wait–” you screamed, forcefully tugging his head away from you, even though you were teetering the edge.

Donghyuck was dazed, lips and chin drenched by your juices, as you commanded his attention. “D’you want to stop?”

Tears gathered around your waterline, threatening to fall, as you gathered yourself. “N-no but,” you gleaned at the clock on his wall, “Mark–”

Donghyuck possessively growled when his roommate’s name left your lips. He didn’t want to hear anyone else’s name when you looked so disheveled except his. “What about him?”

“He’s coming home soon. He can’t–” Hear us was what you wanted to say. 

Donghyuck, however, did not give you time to finish that statement. 

Shoving his three fingers back into you with determination, you heard the embarrassingly loud squelching noises over your whimpers. Donghyuck seemed into it, a madden and driven expression taking over his face, as he snarled back, “I’ve waited too fucking long to have you like this. I don’t care if he hears you–let him hear you. I don’t care as long as you’re mine.”

His fingers combined with his god-send of a tongue worked endlessly, never faltering, as they brought you higher and higher. Worries worlds away, all you could center on was the immense pleasure coursing through your entire being. Fingers curled around his hair and played with your breast while Donghyuck coerced more noises out of you. Your insistent jerking at his hair and squirming alerted him that you were almost there, you just needed a little more encouragement.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” he said before his tongue flicked tirelessly. 

The soft order mixed with the new nicknames and his brazen desire to make you come undone was too overwhelming, you had no chance of warning before it all came crashing down. Stars in your eyes, cries bubbling out of your mouth, and hands gripping onto anything within your reach, your whole body reaction was good but not enough to satisfy the greed Donghyuck had in him.

“You sound so pretty, so so pretty,” he whispered as he kissed your pulsing bundle. He stroked himself with a painstakingly slow pace, feasting on the way you lost yourself.

When you came to, you rushed to stake your claim on him. If he had his way with you, then you needed your time and space to do the same. Leading him onto the bed, you positioned him to lean against the bedrest and seated yourself on his thighs. His fingers sank into your ass, kneading your flesh until you rocked in time with his movements. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better than that, your fingers gripped his lengthening cock and began to move. 

Paired with the hickeys you planted on his chest and neck, Donghyuck was at your complete and absolute mercy. When your tongue circled a nipple, he released a weak noise. Picking up on how much he liked it, you repeated the action on the neglected partner then kissed your way down to his hardened cock. When you held his gaze captive with your siren eyes, you descended, tongue running along the side of him. Your lips ghosted against the area, never engulfing him, to prolong the teasing. 

“Want you to sound pretty, too,” you said as you licked the cum off his tip. “Can you do that for me? Sound pretty?”

Donghyuck let out a small noise that you struggled to hear. 

Withdrawing your mouth, you allowed your hands to do the work. They bobbed up and down at a slow, menacing pace, twisting at the right times. When he grew louder, more desperate, you nosed and smirked against his length before giving him what he wanted. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked lightly on the end before deep-throating him. Saliva dripped from your lips as you relax your jaw, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

The action shocked Donghyuck, overloading his nerves, heart, and brain that he almost lost all sense of self. The strong charisma he held while taking care of you disappeared, reduced to pathetic little moans and uncoordinated jerks of his hips. 

You heard through the grapevine that he was a verbal lover but you didn’t think he was that noisy. You didn’t mind it though, you took his whimpers and babbles as incoherent praises. Desperate mumbles of your name fired out of his lips and his hands yanked you away before he finished.  

“Sorry, sorry,” he said when his hands tugged harshly on your hair. His eyes were still closed as his lips covered yours. He lapped at your mouth, tasting himself, as he placed you on your back again. He nibbled at your earlobe, so near that he could hear your strained puffs. “Dreamed about this for years, waited too damn long. Can’t end like that.”’

“For years, baby?” You scratched his scalp.

His brown eyes rolled back. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah,” Donghyuck exhaled. “Again?”

A begging and pliant Donghyuck was a rare sight, you wondered how hard you could push.

“No,” you said firmly, a hint of a smile breaking through when you caught onto his frustration. 

When he bucked his hips, you clenched and resisted the urge to grind back. “Why not?”

“You’re cute when you beg.”

Donghyuck let out the loudest whine, grinding again. You coiled your legs around his hips, tightening them to lock him in place. Desperation leaking out of him, he continued his actions.  The friction caused by his cock rubbing against your folds was so delicious, you almost gave in. 

“You’re a tease,” he groaned deeply.

“No, that’s you.”

“Please,” Donghyuck’s voice sounded so strained. “I want to hear it again.”

Positioning your lips right by his ear, you gave into his request. “Baby.”

Donghyuck showed you just how much he loved that name by bringing your lips back together. His lower body pressed you against the mattress, hasty ruts making his cock slide against your folds. He blindly reached for his drawers, hand crashing against every surface to search for a condom. In his rush, things scattered about, making the task much harder than it should’ve been. He unwillingly separated from you to retrieve the wanted package and slid it on his fully hardened state.

Hushed, nervous giggles took over when Donghyuck inched towards you. He brushed your loose strands sticking to your cheeks away just so he could see your whole face, all flushed because of him. Placing a gentle peck on your lips, he positioned himself and pushed past the barrier of your folds. Donghyuck took his sweet, sweet time sinking deeper into you and your annoyance grew faster than his pacing.

“Hyuck,” you whined, your mind and body obsessing over the way he felt. His cock was girthy, definitely thicker than his three fingers, but just as long. Just one little thrust by him and he’d hit your spot and you were positive it would feel like heaven. You dug your heels into his back and he keeled. 

“Yeah?” He stilled when he was fully sheathed, breathing heavily at how your body clung onto him.

“Move,” you harshly whispered, pressing your heels again. The stretch he caused wasn’t an overbearing one, it was one you were more than ready to handle. You needed Donghyuck in all definitions of the word but he wasn’t budging. 

“I can’t,” Donghyuck choked when you clenched. You were so tight, affecting him too strongly with the tiniest movements, his mind was conflicted on what to do. A part of him wanted to linger and soak it all in, while the other wanted to lose all sense of control. “You feel so good.”

When you clenched around him again, Donghyuck folded. He never had a chance when it came to resisting you. In the past, he struggled whenever you batted your eyelashes at him or gave him the devilishly innocent puppy dog eyes. How was he supposed to resist your requests when he filled you up to the brim, skin pressed against skin, lips just breaths away from each other? He was at your beck-and-call to the greatest degree and this was the ideal situation to prove it to you. 

His first thrust was sudden, interrupting another request spilling out of your mouth. You choked out an elongated groan and it died in your mouth as he moved again. His pacing may have been slow but it was purposeful. You truly felt every little thing–from the way he drew back to the way your body sucked him back in. A part of you wished to get rid of the condom, so you could make out how the ridges and veins swept your walls, but you knew this was the safer, more logical option. (Plus, there was always the next time.)

Your matched rhythm increased as time passed, sounds of skin slapping and pathetic whines echoing within his room’s four walls. His deep plunges hit the target every-time, his cock directly adding a divine pressure to your g-spot and in response, your nails created dents and scratches on his beautifully tanned skin. Your hands explored every crevice of his body, dragging trails down his chest, arms, and abs. His lips traversed the expanse of your neck and collarbone, before coming back to capture yours in messy kisses.

And when you broke away from his kisses to let out neverending whimpers, Donghyuck knew that you were close. His hand lifted one of your legs over his broad shoulder and that new angle alone made you grip and thrash around the sheets. Your motions were frantic at this point, his hips operating at a relentless pace that you could barely chase. His hands on your hips alleviated you of most of the work, your body too spent in the blaring white, starry-eyed high he was providing. 

His fingers reaching down to pinch your pulsing clit was the final move before you came crashing down. Ecstasy rippled through you and once again, he milked out your cum until your body trembled with aftershocks. He pulled out then, his large hand rushing to finish himself off. 

As you were slowly descending from your high, your one thought was to return the generous favor. Donghyuck jerking himself off to completion didn’t sit right with you. Hazingly, you crawled over to him and swatted his hands aside. The boy was lost in confusion at your actions but it all became crystal clear to him when your face plummeted to his now bare cock, the condom disregarded somewhere on his bed. 

Donghyuck’s tip quickly hit the back of your throat as your hands fondled whatever could not fit. He didn’t last much longer, his groans reaching new heights in volume and his once flourished moves turning into an uncoordinated state of frenzy. Donghyuck, with his tight grip loosening through your hair, said your name once more. His mouth slackened and the long-awaited bliss ultimately reached its peak. 

A familiar room welcomed you as you opened your eyes the following morning. You blinked away the sleepiness, adjusting to the light that peeked through the blinds. The clock on the wall read eight thirty in the morning, otherwise known as too early to be awake after drinking the night away. Slumber was calling your name but so was your stupid bladder. You unwillingly wiggled out of his embrace, watching and giggling as his body adjusted to the empty space beside him. 

You muttered complaints about the cold in your head as you trudged to the bathroom, picking up Donghyuck’s knit sweater as another layer of heat on the way. While you were up, you took care of your usual morning routine–washing your face with Donghyuck’s skin care products, drying your skin with the towel set he always left for you, and brushing your teeth with the toothbrush that stood right next to his. 

The domesticity of it hit differently the morning after you were intimate with your best friend. Something in the air had changed and you hoped it was for the better. A small part of your heart, the one that was so incredibly smitten with him,  worried Donghyuck would view their night together as a one-time thing. Another part of you, however, believed the words he uttered last night. After all, he said he waited too damn long for this. That had to mean something, right? 

You quickly nestled back into the sheets, shifting until the blankets were up to your shoulders. The shirt Donghyuck dressed you in was big and comfortable but the thin fabric wasn’t enough to keep warm throughout the night. Neither was the sweater you threw on. Your preferred source of heat was inches away, his body scorching despite being shirtless. 

Donghyuck groaned as you attempted to make yourself comfortable. His arms snaked around your middle, spooning you just like he did the night before. His face dug into the back of your neck, his nose prodding the sliver of skin not covered by your bedridden hair. His low morning voice, the complete opposite of the higher pitch he used around the group, made your heart plummet.“Why did you leave me?” 

“I was gone for five minutes.”

“Five minutes too long, princess,” he whined, his fingers skimming up and down your thighs.

“You’re so needy.”

This touch rose at a snail’s pace. He brushed your underwear then moved underneath your clothes to rest his palms on your stomach. “No, I just missed you.”

“Yeah, needy,” you retorted playfully, turning to face him. 

The fond smile on your face matched the expression on his and you kissed him softly. He gave you a second kiss and then a third that allowed you to get lost in him. You noticed and enjoyed every little thing he did–his hands dragging your hips to meet him, the sound caught in his throat when your leg wraps around his middle, his tongue lovingly caressing yours. 

Donghyuck reluctantly broke away from you, trying to create some distance. He grew a little self-conscious upon tasting the fresh mint on your lips. Covering his mouth, he said, “Wait, shit. Morning breath. Let me just—”

“Don’t care,” you muttered, straddling him so he couldn’t escape your clutches. You pulled him back in, smothering your best friend with all the kisses he deserved. You left one on each of his eyes, the pretty beauty marks sprinkled across his face, and over the hickeys you littered across his golden skin. 

He chuckled in between kisses, “Who’s the needy one now?”

“Shut up, you loser,” you rolled your eyes with fake annoyance.

“I thought I was your baaaaaby,” he teased, palms running up and down your sides. You paused at that and Donghyuck noticed. “Hey, what is it? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s just–” 

You released a drawn out breath. 

“You’re thinking a little loud,” Donghyuck’s voice let up, his concern slipping through his words. He cupped your cheek and your eyes met. “But not loud enough for me to hear your thoughts. Wanna let me into that pretty mind of yours?” 

You basked in the way his thumb strokes your cheek so gently and the stars that were shining in his eyes. Lee Donghyuck was many things—a hard worker, a flirt, intelligent, caring, hilarious, a pain-in-the-ass, a brave soul. The list went on and on. He wore many crowns and carried many titles but the one title he did not claim was being yours. 

Donghyuck was your best friend but he wasn’t officially yours. And you wanted him to be. 

In your bright and rose-colored eyes, Donghyuck was a risk-taker. He took the risks he wanted to last night to get you in his bed. But was that all there was to it? The part of your heart that doubted his actions and feelings took over your thoughts, the questions picking at you with no avail.

If Donghyuck could take risks, then why couldn’t you? Channeling the confidence your best friend usually carried, you asked, “Do you need me the way I need you, Hyuck?” 

You reached for the hand resting on your cheek and brought it back down to his bare chest. Fingers interlacing, the back of your hand picked up on his heart pulsating rapidly against his chest. 

As if sensing the doubt in your head, he tasked himself to send the negative musings away. Donghyuck didn’t answer your question directly but the words spilling out of his mouth were more than enough for you. “You are the only dream that fills my head—nothing else but you.” He said your name so tenderly, your heart grew three times—no, a million times—too big. At this point, the muscle and the smile that you wore bursted at the seams. 

Donghyuck laid out his cards in this game of love and it was time to reveal your hand. You squeezed his hand tightly as an act of courage and then took the leap of faith. “I like you,” you blurted out, “so much. Sometimes too much that it hurts.” 

Amused and overjoyed by your confession, Donghyuck rushed up to kiss you. His lips pressing against you so suddenly caught you off guard, you lost your balance in the act. “You are so fucking cute, I don’t know what to do with you,” he muttered in between pecks that made you laugh aloud. 

“Date me?” you suggested with a shy smile. 

“Princess, I’m going to date the hell out of you, just you wait.” 

His kisses eventually subdued and you found yourselves laying on your sides facing each other. No words were exchanged as your heads rested on their respective pillows. You were happy when his words never stopped flowing and when you stared in silence with matching grins. 

You watched Donghyuck’s face contort into one of concentration, his fingers rising above his head to count something, before he turned back to you. “We’ve spent seven Christmases together—”

“Oh yeah?”

“—and this one is definitely my favorite.” 

His confession was beyond sweet, it’s honey dripping out of his mouth. Over the years, Donghyuck wiggled his way into your holiday traditions. There was a lot you’d done over the years, from ice skating to gingerbread houses to movie marathons and impromptu snowball fights. Many of those moments were core memories you kept dear to your heart. Donghyuck admitting this meant a great deal to you and the space your heart had for him increased tenfold. Your heart was now completely his. 

Although they drove you insane with their obvious scheme, you thanked the meddling kids you called friends and their stupid game in your head. After all, they were the ones who encouraged you to risk it all in an extremely unserious and unconventional way.

With that being said, the risks the game of life had to offer were terrifying. They were difficult. If you never took them, they would forever leave you pondering about the road not taken. But when you did take them, risks big or small, they were always worth it. 

Kissing Donghyuck sweetly on the lips, you replied, “It’s my favorite too.” 

(01:27) Yeri: i’m so sorry marky  (01:29) Jeno: ditto (01:29) Jeno: f’s in the chat for mark (01:30) Karina: f (01:30) Renjun: f (01:30) Yeri: f (01:30) Ari: f (01:31) Giselle: fffffff (01:32) Jaemin: shut up, he’ll be fine (01:45) Yeri: I’ll leave my extra key under my mat if you wanna crash somewhere else, just got home (01:50) Giselle: home, gnite everyone (01:51) Ari: we just got home too, night night <3 (01:55) Jeno: home, rina’s here too (01:56) Yeri: oh??? (01:56) Karina: shut up (02:35) Mark: wtf i just got home, why are you sorry (02:35) Mark: what happened (02:36) Mark: bro hold up i hear noises from hyuck’s room, who else did you invite?? (02:36) Mark: did y/n get sexiled??? where is she??  (02:36) Mark: she’s not in my room, i thought she was sleeping over?? (02:37) Mark: wait—OH MY GOD YOOOO WTF IS THAT Y/N IN HIS ROOM  (02:37) Mark: …oh my god that’s her let’s GOOOOOO (02:38) Mark: omf they’re so loudddddd dude wtfffff (02:38) Mark: fml yeri im coming over 

AUTHOR'S NOTE. I know it's past Christmas now but I hope you enjoy this holiday fic. It ended up being longer than I thought it was going to be but it's done! My first full fic in quite a bit. The games and hilarity that ensue in this fic are based on one of my drunk game nights with friends. Every time I hang out with this group, something inspires me--we're like sitcom worthy at times lol. Fic worthy even. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think.

Happy Holidays and Happy 2024! <3

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[blu-joons]

Bump Cuddles ~ Park Chanyeol

An excited grin appeared on Chanyeol’s face as soon as he watched you walk out of the bathroom door in your pyjamas, shuffling along the bed straight away to make plenty of room for you as you made your way across, laying on top of the duvet, dropping with a sigh.

His eyes immediately landed on your bump and the rise in your shirt as it struggled to stretch to cover the entirety of your growing bump. “It looks so big these days.”

“Tell me about it,” you laughed as a hand rested over the top of your tummy, “my lower back especially is really starting to feel the weight of carrying this thing around.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Chanyeol reminded you as he shuffled slightly down the bed to able to rest his head as well as his hand against your bump. “I know it’s hurting a lot now, but when our baby arrives, the pain will be worth it, I promise you.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” you teased as Chanyeol tilted his head back to look up at you, “you don’t fancy carrying some of this pain for me, do you? So, I can move around a little more.”

As much as you joked, you knew that if Chanyeol could swap positions with you when you were suffering, he absolutely would. He hated seeing you in so much pain, even though he knew the moments of suffering now would be rewarded when your little one arrived in just over a month.

“It’s the perfect size for me to be able to cuddle up to,” Chanyeol commented as he nuzzled his head a little closer against your bump, “everything about it just seems to fit perfectly, I can get the perfect cuddles from your bump these days.”

Ever since your bump started to show, Chanyeol enjoyed cuddling around it, but as the months passed, he enjoyed it even more. These days he could feel most things, the kicks, the wriggles, trying his best to experience as much as possible.

“Are you comfy?” He asked you once he had settled himself by your side, wanting to make sure that you had enough room as you laid on the bed.

Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been comfortable, but you were content as you laid with Chanyeol beside you, and that was enough for you. Your head nodded in reply to you, despite the little niggles of displeasure that came your way.

“Tell me if you want me to move,” Chanyeol then whispered as he began to trace his hand over the top of your bump in a circular motion, “or if the baby starts kicking a lot too.”

You smiled appreciatively just in time before Chanyeol’s head turned back down, with his eyes turning to study your bump once again. “They’ve been kicking a lot today actually, that side that you’re laying on has taken quite a beating whilst you’ve been at work.”

“Really?” Chanyeol panicked, moving his hand to cover the left side of your bump straight away, “I even told them last night to be good for you whilst I was at work.”

Talking to your bump was another of Chanyeol’s favourite things to do. You’d lost count of the number of one-sided conversations that you had listened to when Chanyeol spoke to them, sometimes getting a kick in the form of a reply if he was particularly lucky.

“You’re going to miss this once the baby arrives, aren’t you?” You asked him.

“Of course, bump cuddles are my favourite part of the day.”

Whilst Chanyeol always imagined that he would be a doting dad, he never imagined himself getting quite so attached so quickly. Every single time he saw your bump, he had the urge to touch it or hold it, and often talk to it too, he couldn’t get enough of your baby, and they hadn’t even entered the world yet.

“I can’t imagine myself not being able to feel your bump anymore,” he then added as your hand reached across to start brushing gently through his hair.

The smile on his face grew as you did so, feeling the tug through the little knots that he had in your hair. “Without you cuddling up to my bump so often and doing so much, I wonder sometimes how much pain I could have been in whilst pregnant.”

“I told you since the day when you showed me the test that I would take care of you,” Chanyeol reminded you, “I wanted to do the best job of that.”

Your head nodded as he looked to you for reassurance to make sure that that was just what he had done. Whilst he couldn’t solve everything for you, he wanted to try his best to be there for you whenever you needed him to be.

“Just imagine how crazy everything will be when the baby arrives,” he sniggered, “I’ll have two incredible people to cuddle up to then.”

The way Chanyeol spoke made your heart race, “I don’t think our baby could get any luckier being able to say that you’ll be their daddy Chanyeol.”

“I just want to be the best dad ever,” he grinned, “like I’ve hopefully been the best husband too.”

You didn’t even need to think as you replied to his statement, “I can categorically tell you that you’ve been the best husband ever.”

It was all that he needed to hear, knowing that you had felt supported by him. Pregnancy had shown you a different side to Chanyeol, he was softer, sweeter, and definitely much more protective of you too, keeping an eye on you every single second that he spent with you.

“I don’t know how I feel about sharing you,” you laughed, “I’m so used to being the only one to receive cuddles from you.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flickered up to look at you again, “there’s enough of me to go round,” he proudly told you, “and I’m sure that they’ll be plenty of times when I can cuddle you both, we can do bump cuddles, without the bump.”

“Just with the baby now on my tummy and not in it?” You quizzed, to which Chanyeol nodded his head in reply to you.

“I’ll make sure that I cuddle the both of you,” Chanyeol promised you with a wide smile, “I’ll have plenty of time for our baby and for you, with some time off of work too, you’ll probably both get sick of the sight of me wanting to constantly cuddle you both.”

Your head shook back at him as a laugh escaped Chanyeol, one filled of excitement. He couldn’t stress enough how excited he was, it was a chapter that he had wanted to open for so long, and at last it was happening.

“I think someone’s agreeing,” he noted as he felt a small kick against your bump, in the exact same spot where your baby had kicked for most of the day.

“I think they’re agreeing that they can’t wait to get cuddled by you,” you told Chanyeol, tugging a little harder through his hair, “who can blame them? I bet they’re nice and snug in there with how well you cuddle my bump.”

A flustered Chanyeol looked back to your bump, “I promised them on the day that you found out that you were pregnant that I’d take care of them too.”

“You’ve done a good job of that, I don’t think I’ve bumped by bump once whilst I’ve been pregnant, and that’s all down to you.”

“I just can’t wait to have them in my arms now,” he admitted.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “we’ve got just over a month left, and then thousands of cuddles with them ahead of us.”

“Thousands? I’m never letting my baby go,” he joked, “they’ll be wrapped up in my arms forever, just like you will be too.”

“I’m sure we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Masterlist

[mgg-81]

Drabble #2 [P.CY]

(CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THIS PHOTO)

A/N’s NOTE: Just another really short drabble coming out of the blue and from frustration because finally! I'm able to write something from the nonstop pouring of academics but finally got through! (half-laughing half-crying)

ANOTHER NOTE: I cringed a bit while writing this due to too much fluff but oh well, I must suffer the consequences.

ANOTHER NOTE AGAIN: Longer fics coming soon (again le sighs)

Genre: Fluff, Librarian!Reader

Ratings and Warnings: None

Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader

Word Count: 357

Date of Publication: 25-5-2022

Your late-night shift from the national library where you worked full-time has come to the point where it’s supposed to end, but you let yourself stay a few more minutes until everyone has managed to check out borrowed books, return them, or finish their studying from endless paperwork to memorizing their lessons. Some of those who come into the library were new and old faces come and go but you made sure to make them feel welcome until they left the place. Greeting in good luck to those students whom you’ve seen had eyebags already in them and waving goodbye to your colleagues, you made your way to check out and sighed in exasperation of ending the hour finally.

While your stomach grumbled from the non-stop service at the library and only eating kimbap roll from a convenience store the whole day, your thoughts of whether or not to just buy takeout again were interrupted by a deep but warm voice calling out to you like a siren enticing you. Your footsteps slowly stopped at the sight of your giant of a man leaning against his Mercedes Benz, his grin from ear to ear made your tired self get energized.

“Chanyeol!” you decided to remove your heels and run barefoot towards his arms, to which he caught you and hugged you with ease as kisses were soon followed to prolong the affection you needed from him. Backing away to ask him why he was so early, he replied things went smoothly for the group to finish early practice. You were about to ask him if he ate when your belly made sounds again, causing you to feel flustered and him chuckling.

“How about this: we buy takeout and go for a late-night drive date?”

While on the road, the two of you talked ceaselessly about both of your days until the car made a stop at a takeout restaurant. Finally getting something to fill your tummy, Chanyeol drove the two of you anywhere, elsewhere with the wind running through both of your veins and the adrenaline that the night gave you with these memorable hang-outs with him.

[nanawritesit]

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

Hyung Line Ver.

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

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

Chanyeol:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shall we get some sleep?” he asked.

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

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

“Goodnight Chanyeol.”

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s do it.” you decided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

D.O:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevermind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kai:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your jaw unhinged slightly in shock. “Really?”

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

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

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sehun:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nabi! Either be helpful or leave!”

—————

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

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

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

Okay nevermind, time to panic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blushed, nudging him slightly.

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These two OWN Valentine’s Day now 😤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your breath hitched in your chest. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, my ‘it girl.’”

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

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

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

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

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I Know it's weird to ask erm.... but Can you pleaseeee do the four seasons of love one with Yunho version because I want to imagine him in that fic and am currently obsessssssed with YUNHO. I know I can read the fic inserting his name but stilll PLEASE IF YOU CAN DO IT.

FOUR SEASONS OF LOVE (Yunho ver.)

Pairing: Ateez! Yunho × f! reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life

Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life.But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.

W.C: 4.2k+

Network: @k-vanity @cultofdionysusnet

A/n: don't accuse me for plagiarism coz if you have read this fic before then you must have read the Chanyeol ver.This plot is basically inspired from his solo songs but I had literally Yunho on my mind for this but as I had a request for Chanyeol oneshot so I used this. Thanks to the anon for making me post it.

Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?

"Why should I live now?"

Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.

"Why can't everyone be happy?"

You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone's priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves.

Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.

"Can I fly alone?"

Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper Its okay. I'm here for you.. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel...you are not good for anyone.

"Such a bad girl.”

Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don't even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.

"If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try."

Better option? Death. You don't see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone's story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, I should have asked you the same, little angel."

Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.

Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.

"I'm not in a mood for your jokes."

"I'm asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?"

"Can't you just leave and let me be alone for once?"

Silence. That's what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side.

Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you....... To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.

"Yunho?..”

He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it's challenging you to look away.

“You are still here.....I thought-“

"You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here." His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.

You nod your head obliviously.

He 'tsch' and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.

"Why?"

Why? It's obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can't take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.

"Please..go away...if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away."

"Do I hurt you?"

"Huh?"

"Do I hurt you with my teasing?"

"I d-don't know." No.

“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?"

No.

He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. "Do I burden you?"

No.

You want to scream but you can't utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.

He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?

"Do you hate me?"

No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn't think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don't know whether it's bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.

"Yunho...don't ask me this." Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.

"Why?"

"I, myself don't know how to respond you."

The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.

"Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can't see you broken like this anymore. You don't know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying."

"What are you saying?"

“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”

“I-n-no...I'm fine."

"Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always."

"Why are you being like this Yunho? I hate when people show me comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away."

No, please don't go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn't budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.

"This is why I never approached you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that's why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn't want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”

"Different kind of feelings?"

He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those slight dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.

"Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly."

"Yaaa." You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.

And this is Yunho. The tease who doesn't leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?

"I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-"

His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.

"But?" your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.

"But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don't want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N."

"Why are you doing this, Yunho?"

You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?

"I can't see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please."

Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don't even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.

“Y/N?"

"Hmmm...”

"Let's go home. You will catch cold like this."

"I don't want to go home."

Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.

He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

"Well, if you don't go by your own then l'm taking you like this."

"Yaaa put me down. You don't even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”

"Hm that's right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I'm taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let's go before you really die of this cold."

Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?

"No. I will not go with you.?

"And I'm not leaving you here."

"Yunho...”

“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.

You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.

But this feeling being in Yunho’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.

"Yunho...” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. "Why?"

"What?"

"Are you really caring for me because we are.....we know each other?"

Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.

"Because you are my four seasons of love."

"Huh?" Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn't say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn't get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.

He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn't notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.

"Is that your family?"

"Yes. That's our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”

Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn't budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone's apartment.

"Are you really going to stand here in these clothes?It's already raining again and I don't think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts."

"But I can wait until it stops raining.”

"You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don't want someone to fall sick in my place.”

"Its okay."

"Do you want me to change your clothes or what?"

"Yaaa Yunho."

You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.

"What are you doing there?"

He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”

You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.

"It's not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”

If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?

You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.

"I love you, Y/N."

Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don't want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don't want to lose him too.

"Don't. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it's better how we are now with each other. Like just...friends."

“Don't you want to hear my answers to your question?"

"Which one?"

"Why you are my four seasons of love?"

"Hm...Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.

“Tell me the sequence of seasons."

"Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?"

"Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you."

"What?"

"Let's start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning."

"Summer?"

"Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other's depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance."

"Fall? Will our love fall here?"

"No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don't think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”

"Winter?…….”

You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?

“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing."

"One more thing?"

He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his puffy cheeks again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.

"Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways."

Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.

"Let me love you, Y/N.”

"Yunho. What if I don't deserve you?"

"We don't know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don't want you to lose hope on me. Please don't leave me.”

Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.

“Thank you, Yunho. I love you."

"I love you more angel.”

He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.

He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.

Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.

"I love to see you smile when it is raining."

"I love to see your soft puffy cheeks when you smile."

"And my teasings?"

"Yunho....” you whine on his ask.

"You will always be my four seasons of love."

Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other's happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.

Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and. And he to you?

"And,You will be my sunshine in every season."

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