#exo drabble au

[doiefics]

work can wait for other days

pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader

prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster

genre: gangster!baekhyun +  established relationship!au + fluff + crack

wordcount: 1,000

warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence

It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.

They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.

You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it. 

For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.

As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.

However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.

It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.

Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive. 

An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.

Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings. 

"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males. 

Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.

"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action. 

He sighed. Dramatically. 

"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.

Okay, now that was unnecessary. 

The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.

"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here. 

"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work. 

"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.

He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.

"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.

To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough. 

"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.

"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.

"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.

"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"

"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.

"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless. 

"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.

"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.

"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much. 

"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.

"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow. 

"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.

"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.

"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.

Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.

"Maybe work can wait for some other day." 

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[peachysooxo]

Hi there! I really love your work! Thank you for working so hard to create an amazing fanfic for us 🫶🏻. I have a request for you. Since I'm a typical person who finds comfort in angst stories, could you please write an angst story about Kyungsoo based on his song 'The View'? Thank you very much!

Answer: when I got this request I literally SCREAMED. Thank you @sooadorable for the request! I have been writing a series and wondered how I could introduce it, and this is the best way because it lines up with the story perfectly! The series is entitled “Romantic Universe”, which contains 4 standalone intertwined stories featuring Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Jongin and Baekhyun. I have been writing Kyungsoo’s for over a year and this is the product. I hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for the request and all of your support! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The View

genre: angst, drama, Kyungsoo!AU, EXO!AU, romance

word count: 2,011

theme: marriage in trouble, lovers to enemies, separation, impending divorce, broken heart

warnings: use of alcohol, cursing, mentions of self harm, implied smut, sad kyungsoo, depressed kyungsoo

summary: Kyungsoo is separated from his wife and finds comfort in a bottle of Tennessee Whiskey and old home movies as he tries to figure out what to do with the divorce papers he was served. Based off of his song, “The View”.

I stare out into the vast open sky from my living room floor, the sunset paints beautiful colors that canvas the atmosphere above the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean. I can get lost in moments like this, the times where my head is completely clear and I take in everything around me.

Slowly, effortlessly, the yellows become the golden flecks in her gorgeous eyes. The wind is her touch, soft and sends chills down my spine. The reds are her lips when she gets ready for date nights, putting on lipstick just for me. Even though she didn’t need it, she looked so spectacular in that shade of red. The waves are the promises we made, consistently rolling back to me to remind me that I failed to keep so many. Being here in this kind of scene just isn’t the same without her.

I watched my wife, Mila, walk out of the door and never turn back due to my own stupidity. I haven’t slept well since she left. I haven’t been able to eat on some days. Nothing in my life feels right anymore.

Our vacation home in Malibu looks out onto the shore, for the times we needed to get away from it all and spend time together. Tonight is my last night here before I have to fly back to New York to finish my album and I wish I could stay here longer. It’s the closest thing that I have to being with her.

Everywhere I turn, there’s pieces of Mila in every single thing. She’s in the clouds, the wind, the moon that grows brighter and brighter by the second. The last six months have been hell without her.

Watching old videos of us together has to be a form of self harm, but this is the only way I can see her smile. My eyes are glued to the screen as memories play out from different points in our relationship. From moving in to our first apartment together after we got married. From traveling to Korea to see my family. Waking up in Spain on our European tour together to staying up late in the studio to our honeymoon. I’ve replayed the honeymoon videos over and over, mesmerized as the events play out on screen. We were so young, Mila was 20 and I was 22. I need to be honest with myself, it wasn’t a honeymoon… It was our elopement at Mila’s grandparent’s ranch in Mexico. We stayed in the guest house on the ranch, and it was the happiest we’d ever been.

"Come here." My voice whines from the TV.

"No! Why are you recording us? It’s so weird!" Mila giggles. I grab the phone and the focus is Mila sitting with her leg tucked under her with cheeks tinted pink.

"Look at you, Angel." I breathe, calling her by her nickname. “You’re so gorgeous and you just woke up.”

“Soo!” Mila blushes. She tries to cover her face but I won’t let her.

“Don’t hide your gorgeous face from me.”

The engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand glimmers on screen. The rays of morning light filter into the room and it can’t even compare to her smile. She didn’t need to try at all, she just naturally glowed. I love it when she’s this way, no makeup, hair down and only wearing my t shirt.

I pull Mila by her waist into the frame and kiss her, my arm protectively still around her. I tease her by tracing her lips with mine and smile between kisses, placing her into my lap. I lean and prop the phone on the bedside table and we're in full view on the bed. Mila’s hands run through my hair, something she did when we’d be intimate like this. Her smile fades as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Soo… I’m worried. I’m scared that us running off and getting married is going to make things worse with my father and brother.” Mila expresses. I press my forehead against hers, holding her tight in my arms.

"Listen to me. No matter what happens, my heart is yours. Angel, we’re married. Nothing can separate us. Not Sungho, not Chanyeol, no one. I know that we both took a risk when we didn’t tell Chanyeol that we were just dating. He’s your brother and my best friend. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to keep that from your brother. You’re everything to me, my best friend, my life. All I care about is that you’re happy with this decision. They’ll come around, we just have to give it time.” I say lowly.

Mila nods her head, her hands glide down my shoulder to my forearms.

“I hope Chanyeol will come around, him and I are close and I never expected he’d react in the way he did. With my father… He may take longer but it’ll be okay. I’m beyond happy. This feels so right, yeobo.” Mila smiles again, and it’s a personal victory that she’s glowing again. “I just… Don’t know how I feel about you filming us in bed. It’s kind of…”

“Jagiya, stop. This is for our memories. This is our honeymoon. I had to document just how gorgeous you are when you wake up in the morning. You make the world around you envious.” I whisper, caressing her face.

"This is like a dream. I don’t want to go back to reality.” Our eye contact is strong, it never deviates from one another. I run my fingers through her hair and cup her face in my hands.

We fall into a deep kiss, molding ourselves to each other. We break slowly and a fire is ablaze in her eyes, full of want. She pushes me down onto the bed, I roll over until I’m on top of her.

“Look at me, Angel.” I straighten her gaze back to me by guiding her jaw back to face me. I lean down and kiss her velvety soft lips, my hand slides down to her throat. Her soft whimpers fill the room as my lips roam her jaw and down her neck. I stop at her shoulder and smirk into the camera.

“Mila, you’ll never forget this.” I say into the camera and nip her collarbone. She shrieks and holds onto me tighter. Before we go further, Mila grabs the phone and laughs.

“Nice try, Mr. Doh.”

We laugh and she cuddles into me, stopping the recording. I turn the TV off. Seeing my wife smile like that is something I haven’t seen in a long time. Tears threaten my eyes as the moon glows brighter. I can’t even remember when I started drinking or how I got halfway done with my bottle of Tennessee Whiskey. Now there’s nothing left but reminders that she’s not mine anymore. I shouldn’t have been working so much, prioritizing everything else over her, or even worse… I shouldn’t have been such a jealous monster. Being young and stupid, I’d bubble over with jealousy if a man just as much as gazed at her.

To be fair, Mila is a beautiful woman inside and out. She’s so selfless, humble and never afraid to be herself. Mila is known around the world for her music, to say she’s talented is an understatement. Watching her onstage is like a dream, she bursts to life when she performs. The entire world gets to see the woman that I am so proud to call her my wife.

Her physical beauty is just a bonus. Her sun kissed skin seems to glow, her plump lips framed her adorable smile perfectly, I could lose myself in her gorgeous eyes if I could. Her body is a gift from God, effortless curves that would hypnotize me the moment she’d walk into a room. She came right out of my dreams, everything about her is perfect.

It was never a secret that men pined over her and how gorgeous she is. I never checked my jealousy, something she never deserved.

I was certain every man she came across fantasized about her and wanted her the way I wanted her. I was so certain that it made me crazy. It was so bad that we started to fight all of the time and she finally had enough.

I open the sliding glass door to listen to the waves. The warmth from the whiskey offsets the cold night air, I wait for Mila’s arms to hug me into her embrace and when it doesn’t come, my heart splinters. I handled winter and spring without her, but summer reminded me how much worse it is that we’re separated. How she takes shape in the view.

“Mila… I miss you…” I whisper into the night air. The stars and moon start to sway and my vision clouds over. I rub my temples and turn my back to the ocean, glancing over at the divorce papers on the counter. I wrecked my brain relentlessly over what made Mila want a divorce. I didn’t cheat on her, I didn’t ever lay a hand on her and I didn’t lie to her or kept anything from her.

We could work on our problems easily, if she’d just allow it. Our last fight was the worst one, I can’t even remember what words were exchanged but that didn’t matter. What haunted me was that I made her cry. Something I swore I’d never do. I wanted to fix it and Mila wanted nothing to do with me.

Divorce papers.

This is not how I expected our relationship to end. I didn’t want it to end at all. I have to prove it to her that I’m going to change… Once the room stops spinning…

I stumble back and collapse onto the couch, closing my eyes to continue the memory the week we spent together on the ranch when we got married. Mila and I were in bed, cuddled up during one of our late nights. Mila’s fingers dance across my chest, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

“Promise me something, Soo.” She whispers.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll never give up. We’ll never separate. Even if times get difficult, I don’t want to give up.” Mila pleads with her eyes.

“I promise you, Mila. I’ll never give up on you or us. If we somehow get lost or strained… We’ll fix it. I’ll fight for you until the very end, that’s my promise to you.” I reply, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll fight for you too. I’ll fight for us. This is different… Marriage is so different from just dating. You and I are in this together for life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m difficult to deal with, I’ll do better.” Mila smirks. I laugh and pin her under me, my forearms are on either side of her head.

“Your attitude is very easy to deal with. You’re a brat sometimes but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I laugh, kissing her slowly. “But you’re mine, whether you like it or not.”

“I love it. I love you.” Mila smiles. “Our promise is sealed with a kiss, isn’t it?”

I kiss her mouth and cheeks, nodding. “Of course it is, Angel.”

The memory fades from my head. Everything she said that night resounds in my head. I can’t sit her and feel sorry for myself and drink myself to death anymore. She made me promise her that I’d fight for her, and that we’d never separate. It’s my fault she pushed away, it’s my fault she doesn’t want to be near me. I have to fight for her, I have to keep my promise.

The first thing I decided to do is not sign the papers. If Mila wants a fight, that’s what she’s going to get. I can’t take her just being a memory that I can see in the world around me. She has to see that she is my world. She’s my view.

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Pairing: ceo!Jongin x journalist!Reader Genre: CEO AU Rating: T for language Summary: You confront him and find you might have bitten off more than you can chew. Word Count: 1.6k 😭 he said fuck a drabble Warnings: invasion of personal space with no clear consent as well as a kiss, ends on a cliffhanger because I'm putting the smut in its own post, they low-key admit to stalking each other, it's a messy situation but I promised i'd share so here we are.

If it hadn’t been for the flash of headlights when he unlocked his car, you wouldn’t have spotted him. Your source swore on his mother’s grave the rumor was true, that he’d seen it himself, and now you owed him five hundred bucks. All in the name of journalism.

One of the more infamous Kims, Jongin was a master of deception. He avoided the paparazzi with ease and turned down all attempts to interview him. But not tonight, not this time. You double checked your recorder was ready and left your hiding spot in the shadows.

“Mr. Kim!” You jogged over, careful not to touch his shiny Maserati lest he accuse you of vandalism on top of harassment. “Fancy seeing you out this late. Got a minute?”

He looked around bewildered until his gaze landed on you and his eyes narrowed as he kept eye contact. “Whatever it is the answer’s ‘no’, ‘no comment’, or ‘fuck off.’”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you muttered as you scrambled to put yourself between him and the driver’s door. “Like what you’re doing here at Oh Sehun’s penthouse at,” you checked your watch, “two in the morning. Wow. Kinda late for any business meetings, isn’t it?” You looked up at him with a smirk. “But then again, aren’t you two ‘sworn rivals’ who refuse to work together?”

“Get out of my way before I call the police.” His voice was monotone, utterly bored even though the show had barely started. “I’ll make sure to have my attorney contact your boss about personal space and stalking.”

“Look, I’ll cut the shit if you do to the same.” You shifted your weight to your other leg as you pulled out a stack of polaroids your source had given you. “It looks like some secret love affair between rivals, but I know better. I’ve seen the numbers after these little visits. Tell me you two aren’t secretly working together to maximize your company’s profits.”

He blinked a few times. “What?”

“Stock manipulation is fraud, Kim. This is so close to insider trading I can smell the SEC crawling out of their sewer hole.” You palmed the recorder hidden in your pocket, reassuring yourself you could do it. You could go in for the kill. “All I have to do is turn in my findings and they’ll jump at the chance to bring you both down. Imagine what it’ll do to your company, your reputation.”

He was quiet as he processed your words, eyes still focused on you. You could almost see the gears in his head turning. When he spoke, his voice was low, just above a whisper that you weren’t sure would pick up on your recorder. “Are you sure you want to go that route?”

The threat left you uneasy, but it wasn’t unexpected. You knew this could happen given who he was and the money he had at his disposal. “Are you? I admit, I’m just one person. If I disappear there’s not many who’d miss me. But once the accusation’s out there, no one will ever let you forget it, especially with the evidence I’ve gathered.”

He blinked a few times as his head slowly tilted to the side. It was possible he’d get violent. You weren’t even sure he was unarmed. You’d had the sense to send a backup of your files to your coworker, Minhee, along with a scheduled email to your supervisor, but you hadn’t processed that meant you wouldn’t see either of them again. A slow smirk curved his lips and he took a step forward into your personal space.

“You’re so brave, you know that?” He put a hand on top of his car over your shoulder and leaned in. “And so smart. Anyone else would keep their distance and make wild assumptions, but not you. Oh, no. You were a good girl and had to be thorough.” One of his cold fingertips traced your cheek. “I have to admit, I admire that level of dedication.”

The switch in his demeanor was sudden. It felt like your head was actually spinning. “I’m sorry?”

“You don’t get to where I am without knowing everyone, _____. And I’ve known about you for a while now.” He reached into your pocket, closed his hand around yours, and pressed stop on the recorder. “I’ve heard all about your exceptional detective work, about your award winning articles, and your addiction to danger.” He bit his bottom lip. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Mindfuck couldn’t even begin to cover your mental state at the moment. All you could do was nod dumbly.

He leaned against you, slotting his thigh between yours, and said, “This is the most trouble I’ve ever gone through to get closer to someone.” His fingers lightly traced over your coat before settling on your waist. “Will you make it worth my time?”

You blinked away the stupor and leaned back to look up, bringing your faces mere inches away from each other. “I’m not stupid enough to fall for your schemes. I know what I saw and what I’ve found.”

He nodded. “And I know people who can hack networks and databases and manipulate the information you find. I know your most trusted source would say anything for the right amount of money. For fuck’s sake, I’m the king of the fashion industry. If anyone knows how to set the stage, it’s me.” His hands moved up to your waist and gently pulled you back to him. “Everything you think you know is all a part of my show.”

For the first time since you’d stepped out that night, you felt the cold. The chill seeped through your gloves and boots and into your skin, right down to the bone. “B-bullshit. You’re full of—”

“I could be, sure. You’re more than welcome to file a report. Go public and tell the world how I’m a wolf in sheep’s skin. My PR team and lawyers will have it all swept away by the time you go to sleep.” He shrugged. “Whatever makes you feel better. I won’t hold it against you. As long as you’ll reward me for working so hard.”

You put a hand on his chest with barely enough push behind it to keep him from getting closer. “Reward you? How would I—”

“Come home with me, pretty girl.” His voice dropped to a murmur as his thigh moved higher. “Just give me one night. Need to see you spread out on my bed, tangled in my sheets. Gotta know how you taste, what sounds you make.”

You grabbed his arms and squeezed. “You want me to believe you risked your reputation just to get me in bed? That’s outrageous!”

The lust in his eyes gave way to a confused frown. “I take it flattery doesn’t do it for you?”

“Not when it’s obvious bullshit. I’ll take my chances.” You pushed a little harder and he took a step back, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks to adjust them. Popping a boner to sell his story was a bit much, but maybe he was really committed to the lie. You’d heard of stories of millionaires getting into kinky, stupid shit because they were bored and could wipe their ass with money. If this wasn’t some clever way to cover his ass and keep the SEC out of his business, it was entirely possible he’d really orchestrated everything. But for you? Nah.

Unless…

“Can you prove it?” It took a lot of willpower to look him in the eyes and not shy away. “Can you prove everything you’ve done? To trick me, I mean. Prove to me you’re not committing fraud.”

That smile returned. “Of course. I accounted for your skepticism, and since I was already leaving a trail for you to follow, made a backup on a flash drive. Of course, that’s at my place.” His eyes trailed down your body and back up. “It’s just a short ride from here.”

“You want me to follow you to your place?” You poked a thumb in the direction of your car.

He shook his head. “It’d be much easier if you just rode with me.” He gestured to his car. “Just hop in and we’ll be on our way.”

You threw up your hands. “If you’re gonna kill me, just do it here and be done with it! Or let me go home so you can pay someone else to do it.”

“I already told you. How many other ways do I need to spell it out for you?” He took a step forward. “I’ve had my eyes on you.” Another step. “And l want you bad enough to go through all this trouble,” he caged you up against his car, “just to get you right here, just like this. I wanna kiss you so bad, pretty girl. Bet you taste better than I imagine. The innocent ones always do.”

He leaned in and you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t ignore the growing spark of desire he’d ignited. His lips were cold, but the way he moaned upon contact with yours was enough to forget the sensation. His hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as he ghosted his lips over your mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue left a chill over your bottom lip before he pulled away.

“Don’t make me get on my knees and beg, baby. Get in the car.”

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[envyaina]

chapter fourteen || j.jk x reader

this is sooo long i’m so sorry. i just got carried away. but it’s sooo sad like i started to tear up lowkey.

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You’re here again. You were supposed to be here a month ago but you forgot after hanging with the boys. You haven’t been talking to Jungkook at all because you blocked him after telling him you wanted to break up after the boys convinced you while you were drunk. You haven’t told anyone because you weren’t sure if you were going to unblock him and get back with him , but you didn’t. You think this is it. After you get your stuff, you try to explain to him why and leave. That’s supposed to be the plan. You won’t come back, you hoped, and you’ll continue to grow alone.

You sigh before knocking on the door to let him know of your arrival, then looking through your purse to find the key.

He’s in his room getting high and drinking a bottle of whiskey as he is staring at the ceiling, not knowing why he’s doing so. He hears the knocking and immediately start yelling for you. “You came back! You finally came back! I knew you'd come to your senses!” He goes to open the door, smelling the alcohol through my breath as he pulls you inside, walking behind you to hug you as he kisses your neck.

You push him off of you, scoffing before turn walking to the room. “I’m not back for you, I’m back for my stuff.”

He lets out a loud laugh as he runs to kiss your neck again “That's funny... I guess you still don't get it.” He pulls you close to him again and this time kisses you even harder and bite your neck a little bit. “Why don't we have some fun before you go? He puts a hand on your chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes.Tell me you don't want me. I dare you.”

“I don’t want you.” you say, again pushing him off of you as you open the room door. The smell of alcohol and a smell you didn’t recognize instantly hits you and causes you to flinch. You try your best to ignore the smell as you grab a bag from your closet and began throwing your stuff in it.

He whines and starts kissing you harder, pushing you against the wall and biting your neck. “Just shut up and kiss me, baby. You know you want me more than anything right now.” He tries to open your arms, but he’s too drunk to do that. “This is good for you, don't fight it.” He stares at your eyes and smiles before turning you around, caressing your face.

“You’re fucking drunk. You stink. Can you stop?” you say, pushing him off of you once again before you move to start packing again.

He grabs your arm and prevents you from moving. “Don't try to move away from me. I want to tell you something, and you need to hear me out.” He takes a step closer, wrapping his free arm around your waist and looks you in the eyes. “You know everything I said before you left here? It was a lie.” He looks at you, completely sincere. “You mean everything to me. I can't live without you. Your eyes... Your touch... You're everything to me.” he says, trying to kiss your neck again.

You think of anything and everything to get him away, then you got it. It was completely a lie, but he’s drunk. Would he be able to even tell right now? Hell does he even know who he is right now?

You sigh, dodging the kiss. “I said can you stop? My boyfriend wouldn’t like this.”

He backs up, laughing out loud before looking at you with a sarcastic tone. “Boyfriend? So you did have another boyfriend? Is it the guy I said you are living with?” he says, looking at you with a confused look. “You'll never be happy with him, he's not me.” He then hold on tightly to your arm, kissing your neck again and hugging you, not letting you go.

“He’s better than you though. I’m very happy with him. He treats me way better than you even will.” you smile at him, not even having to push him away as he’s backing off himself to look you in the eye. You take the chance to finish up packing.

He stares at you with a sad look while grabbing his whiskey bottle, taking a big sip before talking to you. “What about the way I treated you? Don't you remember all those good times? I know you miss the way I caressed your hair, and all those kisses that made your heart flutter. You'll always love me, and you know it. You can deny it all you want, but you and I both know that you'll always love me and miss everything I gave you.” he says, letting out a chuckle. His tone became more aggressive which meant you were currently winning. You finish your packing, grabbing the bags you used and you began tying them up.

“I don’t remember any good times with you. I really don’t. I hope you get yourself together. You look pathetic.” you say before tying the last bag and dragging all of them with you on your way out of the room.

He grabs one of the bags and runs in front of you , not letting you move. He looks at you with a disappointed look, hiding that he’s very very angry inside. “Don't treat me like a fool. You know you're just saying that to make me jealous. I'm tired of all these games. You can't just show up and expect me to believe you. You'll always remember the way I touched and kissed you... I think you're just mad right now, in a few months you'll come back to me. Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you.”

You yank the bag from his grip and look at him. “I won’t come back, why don’t you understand that? What is wrong with you?”

“I'm not letting you go unless you kiss me.” he says smiling, trying to give you a glimpse of the real him. “Please, all I need is a little kiss.” He starts looking at your lips while holding your arms tightly, so you can't move anymore. “All I need is a kiss, and I'll let you go and you won't hear from me again.” He starts getting closer to your lips, as he wants that kiss no matter what.

You stare at him, dodging his kiss. “Can you back away?” you say, ripping your arms from him and moving quickly to the front door, opening it before throwing all of the bags outside.

“No.” He smiles at you and start coming closer again. “All I'm asking for is a quick kiss.” He smiles again, and stare at you a few more seconds. “What about some of that famous love of yours? I thought you loved kissing me...” He gives you his most honest smile and comes even closer, his face is only a few inches away from being next to yours.

You scrunch your face in disgust. “You’re gross.” you say before going outside to your car, opening the trunk and placing your bags inside before closing it again.

He steps outside of the house and reaches for you, grabbing your wrist and making you look at him again. He comes closer to your face, smiling and staring at you with a devilish look. “You love kissing me...” He kisses you before whispering in your ear, “I'm gross? At least I didn't throw you away.” He lets go of you, letting you go if that's what you truly want.

You sigh. You just him kiss you. Is he winning now? You just want this to be over with but you know this is far from being over with.

“Don't you know it's not good to go around breaking men's hearts? I loved you, and I still do. I did everything I could for you, and now I'm a mess. I can't eat, sleep, or think straight. I gave you everything I had to give.” He puts his hand on his head and looks at you with a sad expression, as if he was going crazy. “All I want is another chance... a chance to love you again.”

Your eyes go wide from anger, your eyebrows scrunching and you pinch the bridge of your nose. “You been ruined that, from when you called me a whore? Like that was too fucking far? Why aren’t you understanding all the shit you’ve put me through.”

“I understand I ruined everything, but you can't just leave me alone.” He looks at you with a sad expression, holding back all of his anger. “Please... Don't leave me like this. I'll change for you, do anything, just don't leave me. Tell me what I have to do.” He’s still holding on to your wrist so you can't get away.

You sigh before pushing him back towards the house. He grabs your wrist again, making you look at him once again. “Don't you understand? I love you so much.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and unlock the screen. “I've been calling you every night, and your number is the only one on my contacts.” He flashes the screen quickly, and it was true. You were the only saved contact. There were still unsaved numbers there.

He gives you his most sincere eyes. “No matter what happens, I need you... No matter what. Tell me what to do to gain your love again.” He looks at you, still holding onto your wrist.*

When you look at him again to speak, you notice the red marks on his neck. You then look down to his arm that’s hanging free and notice all of the scratch marks. You think back to the smell in the room. Alcohol and maybe.. sex? Was that what he’s been doing while you’re not here?

You look at him again, searching his eyes. “Have you been having sex while I was not here?”

He lets go of your wrist and stare at you with a disappointed look. “What? Of course I have. It's the only way a man can get some pleasure in his sad life without you.” He stares at you for a few seconds before hugging you. This time he gives you a passionate kiss on your lips. “Just know that if you really don’t mean it, I'll stop with all the other girls.“

So you weren’t the only one. He was the only one you’ve been sleeping with and it clearly wasn’t the same with him. You started to question if it was because you were bad at it. Does he think everyone is better than you? You sighed before asking him if he enjoyed it.

“You know I did. He smirks to himself. “I mean, it's not like I'm in love with any of them. That's why I called you every night for a month. It just... wasn't the same.” He lets go of you and leans on the wall. “Was that the answer you wanted to hear?” He stares at you again, waiting for your reaction.

He sure did know how to read your mind. That was exactly what you wanted to hear. You wanted to smile but you didn’t. But you still had another question.

“Okay, but do you still want to have sex with me? I mean like do you still actually want me in that way?” you say. You are giving him hope at this point but you just have to know you aren’t bad at sex. Your ego would be crushed.

He smile and nods. “What do you think? Of course I would. I'm still in love with you. You can tell I'm trying my hardest to get you back.” He takes your hand and holds it, smiling at you. “So, come on. Just give me a chance.” He looks at you, trying really hard to seem convincing.

You let out a sigh of relief. Okay, it’s official. You aren’t bad, he’s just a bad person.

He looks at you and stare into your eyes without blinking. “Don't give up on me. I'll do anything to get that second chance. Let me prove myself to you.” He takes a step closer to you and caresses your face with his free hand. “Please…”

You shake your head. “You know. Right now I almost gave into you, but I know I’m better than this.

He looks down at you and smiles again. “Come on. I know you still love me. You miss the way I caressed you, the way I would kiss and hug you...” He comes even closer, to the point where your faces are just a few inches away from each other. “Give in to your desires. I know you still want me.” He lets go of your wrist and caresses your face again, while still looking at you with the devilish look that made you fall in love with him.

You close your eyes and remove his hand from your face. “I’m leaving now. Please clean yourself up. It fucking stinks in there.”

He grabs your arm, making you look at him again. No, please! I don't want you to leave. We're not done talking yet. What about all your love towards me? All the times you said you loved me? You can't just turn your back on me now.” He looks at you again with a sad expression, still trying to be convincing. “Please...”

“That love is gone. I kept giving you chance after chance because I loved you but it’s over now. I have a new boyfriend. He’s everything i asked for.” Lies. “So please, leave me alone. I only came back to grab my things.”

He looks at you with a disgusted look. “So, you've already found a new boyfriend? After only a month of leaving me? I see... But that doesn't matter. If he was truly everything you asked for, you'd be with him and not here. At the end of the day, he's not me. He's never going to give you what I gave you, and I'm the one who truly loves you. So, don't make a mistake. If you leave, you'll never fully regret it.” He looks at you, waiting for your response.

“I’m not making a mistake. And the only reason I’m here is because of him.” You meant them, but you’ll never tell him that. “He persuaded me to face you and get my things. He loves me better than you ever would. I made the best choice for myself. You should be happy too.”

“I'm not happy. How can anyone be happy with you gone? Don't you see I'm suffering? I've been drinking every night, crying myself to sleep. But you wouldn't understand... You already found someone else and forgot all about me. It's easy to replace me, that's what you think.” He gets really close to your face again and caresses your hair before smiling, trying to make you fall in love with him once again. “I miss you so much...”

You sigh and run a hand through your hair. “See, you’re trying to guilt trip me again. Why are you doing this to yourself? You told me I was useless and everything else. You told me I would be the one crying myself to sleep but it’s you. I hold so much power over you it’s ridiculous. Get yourself together. Seriously.”

“But... I know I was mean to you. And I regret it.” He looks at you, waiting for a change in your expression; some kind of reaction. “It wasn't all bad, was it? You loved me at one point. Don't forget how good it used to be when we were together. I miss that.” He caresses your hair and neck again, as he knows physical touch is your weakness.

You slap his hand away from you. “Can you stop touching me? And yes, I did love you at a point but you ruined it. You degraded me every night for nothing. Just to make you feel better about yourself. It doesn’t make sense. Now that I actually left I’m just supposed to run back to you cause of your words? You don’t have that power over me anymore.” you say, raising your voice every couple of words.

He gets a little mad at that. “Please... You know I didn't mean that. I was just upset because you always made me feel unwanted. You were always going to parties, coming back late at night, and you never gave me a proper explanation. Was it asking for a lot to know where you were? I don't think so. I was jealous, okay? Just forgive me, please.” he begs with every word while still caressing your hair and neck. “Don't you miss me... a little..?”

You scoff. “I don’t miss you at all.” Another lie. “And you’re so full of shit. I went to those parties and stayed out late trying to enjoy being happy because i knew when I go home, I would have to fight with you over nothing.”

His face gets a little more serious as it looks like he’s almost fully sober now. “If you really didn't miss me, why did you come back?” *I keep caressing you, hoping to remind you of how much you love his touch. “I know you still love me, I know how much you miss me.” He smiles and holds you tight. “I can make you happier than he ever could.”

“I came back to get my stuff, not for you. I’m happier with him, can you stop?”

He looks really disappointed. “So, you chose him over me. All these years together, but he was the one that made you choose. I see... “ He grabs you by the wrists, forcing you to look at him. “He doesn't care about you like I care about you. He's only with you because of your body. Do you think he loves you?” He laughs before leaning in and whispering, “He only thinks about what you look like on the outside, he doesn't care about the inside.”

You laugh, yanking your hands from him. “I’m fucking leaving.” You say walking to your car.

He runs outside and grab you, forcing you to look at him. “No, you're not.” He stares at you with a crazy expression, and push you against the car. He whisper again. “We're not done talking.” He gives you a kiss on your neck, and then start caressing your hair again as your eyes fill with pain. “I can't let you go.” He starts kissing your neck again.

You push him back with force before immediately unlocking the car door, getting in and locking the door. You are getting deja vu from the first time you left.

He bangs on the passenger door, making you look at him again. “Don't do this to me. Don't you see that I'm begging for forgiveness? Aren't you a little bit curious of what I want to say?” He keeps banging the door, trying to make himself heard. He screams for you to roll the window down, and as it goes down, his voice becomes more desperate. “I'm sorry, okay? For everything.” He says, looking at you with sad eyes and a desperate expression.

You ignore him as you start to cry, resting your forehead on the steering wheel. He’s really draining you. He’s making you feel guilty knowing that any day he can kill himself, and it will be all your fault.

He bang on the window with his fist trying to gain back your attention as tears go down his cheeks. “Look at me. Listen to me, please! I'm so sorry... I'll never make any other choice that's not you. You're my only choice.”He bangs on the window again, trying to make you understand. “Don't do this to me. Please...”

You shake your head, ignoring him again as you

place the key in the ignition.

He grabs your arm, forcing you to look at him. “No, you are NOT leaving me like this. We're not done talking.”He keeps looking at you, waiting for you to listen or give in. Any reaction, anything to know you want to stay with him, and he knows you do. You're just angry.

You rest the back of your head on the seat as you try to calm down your tears. Why aren’t you pressing the gas yet?

“Please, you can't leave now. You still love me. You're just angry, but you don't mean it.” He puts his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him. “We had so much in common a month ago. What happened to us?” He keep his hands on your cheeks and stares at you with those devilish eyes.

You slap his hand away, gaining back your senses. He almost got you again. You roll the window back up, occasionally stopping him from putting his finger between the window.

He bangs on the window again, as tears fill his eyes. “No, no! You can't, please. Why are you doing this to me? Please! You still love me. We had something, right? We were meant to be! Why are you doing this to me?” He runs to the passenger side and starts banging on the passenger door again, hoping you'd get out of the car.

You ignore him again, switching the car from park to drive. You stare at the steering wheel, are you really doing this?

No! He jumps towards your car, trying to stop you from leaving. If he can't convince you by being nice, he wants to show you the other side of him. “Don't you miss our cuddles? Our nights of watching Netflix together? Our trips, our fights, our kisses? We had something... Please. You know I changed my ways, why do you leave me like this?” He keeps banging on the passenger door so you could hear him.

You just stare at him, shaking your head and focusing back to the steering wheel. You put your hands on the wheel, preparing yourself.

He leans closer to the passenger door and start whispering again. “Think about the way we used to kiss. You remember that. The way your body felt when I touched you. How happy you were in my arms.” He keeps holding on to the door, not letting you leave with all his strength.

You sigh and roll the window down. He immediately jumps up and stares at you. “This isn’t helping your case at all, but since I don’t think I’ll be back, I wanted to tell you something.” you say, closing your eyes as you rub them dry.

“What do you want to tell me?” he says, looking at you trying to control his anger.

You sigh. “I love you. I always will. But we cannot be together. It’s bad for both of us. You are my first love but I can’t be with you. It hurts and sucks I know, but I’m telling you. It’s good for me as well. It will keep me alive being happy. You should be happy for me too. I want you to find someone else and be happy, okay? Just please, stop.”

He stops banging the door and takes a step back. His eyes become watery as he realizes he won't be able to convince you to return to him. “I don't want to start over with anybody else... I want you...” He sighs. “I guess this means we won't be speaking anymore, correct?”

You nod. “We won’t. But i’ll text you to check on you I guess? I don’t know, I just know I can’t be with you. You are mentally and physically draining me and I can’t take it anymore. I love you. I do but it won’t work out anymore.”

He tries to stop crying as you finish speaking, as he now knows he won't change your mind. He gives up and sighs. “Please, if you love me, give me one last kiss. Don't make me end our relationship with anger and hate. Please...”

“I don’t think I can kiss you right now. I really can’t. But I don’t know.”

“Please... Just one last time.” He runs to your side of the car and lowers his forehead to touch yours. You notice the tears going down his cheeks. “Let's end this relationship with good memories and love.”

You finally agree, nodding your head before removing your forehead from his. “Fine, but after this, it’s over.” you say, unlocking the door and getting out.

He smiles before he kiss you, not letting go as he hugs you. “Thank you...” Just as you said, a tear goes down his cheeks before he takes a step back from you, caressing your face. “Thank you.” He kisses your left cheek and then the right one. “Please, leave with good memories of me, and I want you to remember me as someone who truly loves you and can give you what you've always wanted.” He takes a small step back, trying to look at you with a more relaxed expression.

You wipe away his tears than yours. Why is this so sad for you? Should you be happy you’re finally leaving this relationship?

“I love you okay?” you sniff, more tears coming down but you give him a small smile.

He smiles and look at you. “I love you too...” He wipes your tears away and caresses your cheek. “I just want to tell you that I don't want us ending up like this: with anger and hate. I don't want to see you upset. I'll always love you.” He gives you a kiss on the forehead before stepping back again.

You grab his face, squeezing his cheeks before giving them a kiss. You the. get in the back, fastening your seatbelt back in. Oh god, you will really miss giving his cheek kisses.

He keeps looking at you, smiling as he notices your eyes become watery again. He takes a step towards your car and grab the door again, caressing your arm. “Before you go... Can I tell you something?”

You nod, looking at him as you wipe away your tears.

“I really regret the way I treated you, and I'm sorry for trying to control your life. I don't want you to remember me as this abusive boyfriend, but rather as the person who gave you so much love. I truly do love you, and I want you to be happy, even if that means not being with you anymore.” He gets closer to you, looking at you with the eyes full of hope that you’d get back together. “I don't want to lose you... I'm sorry you had to go through all of that, okay? Please...”

“I forgive you, but we can’t be together. I’m going to leave now, I love you. I love you so much. Please get better, okay? That will make me so happy.”

“Is there really no way to get you back? Can't you consider another chance? I promise you I've changed. I won't be as overprotective and jealous. I'll let you talk to whoever you want, and be out as late as you want. I don't want to lose you, and I know you still love me.” He continue caressing your arm, still staring into your eyes trying to convince you to come back to him.

You shake your head. “I can’t baby, I can’t. Just let me go, please? You’ll be doing us both a favor. I promise we are going to grow so much more not being together.”

He sighs and look at you with his devilish eyes, as he wants to make you stay with him, so he starts caressing your neck and cheek in order to turn you on. “I can't let you go. I want you, and you're mine.”

You struggle to push him off as he won’t move. You grunt and slap him but it’s not working. “Stop it. Now!”

He give you a look that shows you he won't stop until you do what he wants. “Come on, just one last kiss. I'll have no one else than you.” He starts kissing your neck and cheek, trying to find a way inside the car. “Let's go back to how it was. Please, sweetheart. Don't leave me...”

You finally push him off, rolling the window back up. You then turn the car back on as it turned off from being on too long, putting it back into drive.

“No, no no! Don't do this to me. Come on, just give in. You know this is the best option. I know you still want me. Just let me in.”

“No!” you yell, tears now streaming down your face as you put your foot on the gas, your car now moving slowly.

“No, please! What are you doing? Don't go away... I just want you! I want you!” He slams my arms on the door with all his might, crying and screaming in anger. “Why won't you just come back with me? Why don't you want to be with me anymore? Come on, please, baby... I just want to be with you.”

You push on the gas, your car flying by him as the force forces him to let go of the door. You are finally leaving. You roll the window down as you hear him yelling at you.

He keeps screaming and crying as you drive away, feeling helpless and angry at you for leaving him like that. “Don't you miss me? Don't you miss us? Don't you love me anymore? I did everything for you... Come back...”

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Prompt request please and thank you 🫶🏽

Surprise #99 & 109 featuring my only current and always bias… Baekhyun

Baekhyun + Suggestive -love you for requesting my man lol but also just ❤️ you-

(There's only one bed. + This. Never. Happened.)

Baekhyun and you have been on and off for years. Sometimes you were madly in love, other times you wanted to kill each other. It got to the point where the people around you swore they would stop talking to you if you ever got back together again, but the issue is that you share the same friend group. You see and are around each other constantly. There's no way to avoid each other. Especially not this weekend. 

Your friends had planned a short trip while you and Baekhyun were still very much "on". When it was time for the trip, you both swore to your friends that you could behave. That you could share the room you rented without fighting or fucking each other. It'd be easy! Besides, the group planned on being out and about the whole day so the time you spent in the room would be limited.

That is your thought process until Baekhyun pushes the key into the door and swings it open. You both stand out in the hallway and stare into the room. That "Oh shit" moment hits you like a freight train.

"There's only one bed," you meekly say.

"No." Baekhyun charges into the room and starts looking around like he'll find a hidden bed in the bathroom or something. "No, this can't be happening."

You push your luggage inside and close the door behind you so your friends don't pick up on the issue. You face Baekhyun and get his attention. 

"Hey, this is fine. We are two adults, and we can handle sharing a bed for two nights. Okay?"

His eyes meet yours and he slowly nods. "Okay… yeah… Yeah, we've totally got this."

"We'll just make sure that everyone stays away from our room, while also making sure that we get along."

Baekhyun nods along before a weird look crosses his face. "Fuck. I forgot how sexy you are when you take charge."

His words heat your body and you take a deep breath. No. You can do this. You are stronger than your libido. 

Clearing your throat, you say, "We can do this, Baekhyun. We can sleep in the same bed without acting like a couple of animals."

You close your eyes when you realize you've just reminded both of you of how wild the two of you can get together. When your mind replays your past trysts on a loop, you let out your own curse words. This isn't going to end well.

"We've got this," Baekhyun says to remind you.

When you nod and finally open your eyes, the heat in Baekhyun's stare confirms that neither of you has this. You're going to be on each other before you can stop it, and you quickly realize that you don't even want to do that.

"We don't have this," you whisper and Baekhyun shakes his head.

"Not at all."

The two of you come together as fast as your legs can carry you. Your lips clash together while your hands touch everything they can. The taste of him is so damn addicting, and you never want to stop being with him. You want to be lost in Baekhyun forever, but you know that it's fruitless.

You pull away long enough to say, "This. Never. Happened."

Baekhyun nods before pulling you back to him and then directing you toward the single bed.

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I am an EXO fan fiction writer and write exclusively for EXO. All of my works are exo member x fem reader. I would love to write for other gender/ gender identities, but I need time to research and improve my knowledge on how to write accordingly so as to make my work authentic

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My works will contain -

I mostly write fiction that includes dark themes. I will absolutely include warnings and tags before each piece.

Mental health themes

Real world problems such as corruption, climate change, war, abuse, ptsd etc. I write about them to bring awareness as well as the fact that I like incorporating realness in my fics. I do not sugarcoat issues.

That said, not all my fics will be like that. I do enjoy writing fluff, romance, and pieces that would warm your heart and/or cause butterflies in your stomach. <3

NSFW DOs : smut(duh), rough sex, group sex/ gang bangs, ddlg, obsession, stalker, degradation, cnc, mild sadism, cum play, yandere, unprotected sex, consensual somnophilia, knife play, gun play, dom-sub

Definitely not -

Member death or suicide

member x member or member x other idols

NSFW NOTs : Non-con, Scat play, age regression to minor, bestiality, gore, vore, incest, pedophilia, rape, stealthing, abo, hybrids

And that should wrap it up. Thank you so so much for taking the time to go through this post, my loves xx

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Angst number 9 with Xiumin? Thank you!

Hello, thank you for requesting! I hope this is fine ♡

Xiumin (EXO) | Guardian Angel AU angst | 0.8k

Minseok’s been an angel for a long time. 

He remembers his youth, the bright and naive innocence in his eyes and soul as he explored Heaven and Earth. Everything was new and fascinating. He was so curious. His heart was soft, much softer than some of the others’. At least he used to think that.

But something must have changed. 

It’s no wonder really. As perfect of a being as an angel might be, they as a kind are subjects to change as well. No one can run away from it entirely. Least of all those who are forced to watch the people they care about suffer and eventually die. Angels are meant to be perfect, yet this is the one thing they share with humans.

Minseok has seen his fair share of pain. He’s been an angel for a long time, much longer than he can count and he’s watched over the same number of humans. He remembers all of them. Various memorabilia of all his, well, charges doesn’t seem the right word so let’s just say his humans are stored safely in his home.

Sometimes he likes to walk around and go over them again and recollect the memories of those precious times as his fingers linger on each item.

Maybe that’s the problem - that he lingers so much on the memories. That’s as close to an explanation as to why he seems so cold now compared to his fellow angel friends as he got.

But honestly, that’s what the problem is - that he seems cold but isn’t. Not really.

Because if he was, then maybe he wouldn’t be scolding himself over and over in his head as he watches you put a bandaid on your heel that’s rubbed sore and bleeding from the high heels you wore the entire evening. He should’ve added some weight to the thought you’ve had about wearing comfortable shoes rather than the ones more likely to impress - the ones you’ve chosen in the end. Maybe you’d still disregard it even with his guidance, but at least he could say he’s tried. Then again, the intricacies of human clothing and fashion are still quite lost on him.

He can’t protect you from everything, and he should be grateful that it was only a little bleeding patch on your heel this time, but he’s feeling guilty nonetheless. He’s gone through too many heartbreaks, and it seems that each one is more severe than the last. Maybe that’s why he’s growing guarded and each failure to protect you perfectly eats at him.

Though it does lift his mood a little when he influences you just enough that it prevents you from smiling at the stranger you’ve met eyes with in your favorite café on another day. You mentally kick yourself for it, and Minseok knows, but really, he’d rather take five minutes of your sulking and beating yourself up over the alternative. 

Unbeknownst to you, your smile would result in the stranger approaching you. You’d chat, exchange your numbers, get closer, and then you’d meet a friend of your new friend, and you’d start dating. The relationship would start beautifully and you’d be as happy as you can be, but it’d end three years, dozens of broken plates and one hard slap to his precious human later. You’d never be the same, and he doesn’t want that. Not when he can help it and not when he knows there must be a better future for you somewhere. He’ll help guide you there.

But until he finds that future for you, he’ll stay by your side and monitor your choices dutifully. He’ll help if he can. And if he can’t, he’ll be there for you even if you don’t know it, even if you can’t feel it. He hopes you can tell, somehow, that someone’s watching over you, although he knows there’s no way you could. It breaks his heart to watch you cry yourself to sleep, feeling so alone despite him being right there.

When he was young, he’d lay down with his humans. Wrap his arms and wings around them, pet their hair and hope for a miracle, hope that they’ll sense his presence and his comfort and feel hopeful and reassured, but it never happened.

Watching you now, not happy, not sad, merely exhausted and longing for something, he remembers those times. He hasn’t done that in a long time.

Eventually, he bites the bullet. He feels awkward as he joins you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, his wings following suit. He lays his head on your shoulder. You’re radiating warmth that seems to fill him up with emotions long forgotten. 

It’s foolish, but when he sees you smile, he imagines it’s not because of whatever you’re doing on your phone, but because you can feel him.

Maybe that’s the problem. That he’s too willing to have his heart broken for a brief moment of all-encompassing happiness.

[citylights-ah]

"I ... I think there must be some kind of mistake."

He smirked, tilting his body towards you. "Nice try sweetheart. I know your brother told you about me."

Her fingers trembled as you tried to get ahold of yourself. You found yourself unconsciously taking a step back. His eyes traced your movement in calculation. He grinned and began edging towards you.

"Not all the rumours you hear are true. Maybe your brother isn't who you think he is."

[chvrrycola]

hunger games! au x do kyungsoo

you had been pretty worried for kyungsoo in training. he wasn’t from your district, but he seemed so out of his depth that you almost couldn’t watch without going over and offering to help him out. he accepted gratefully, but he never seemed to grasp any of the knife techniques you had been trying to teach him. 

you say seemed, because there you were, lying on the ground having been tripped by a career who began approaching rapidly. then, right before he got to you, the light left his eyes and his body crumpled on the ground. 

you heard a cannon shot in the distance, sure that yours would be following shortly. but instead, kyungsoo walked towards you, reaching out a hand to pull you back up. you stared at him, totally dumb-founded by his newfound tenacity. 

‘sorry, i hope i didn’t scare you, are you hurt?’

you felt around your torso, hand coming back bloody as you winced from the pressure.

‘come on then, let’s get you fixed up.’

[yeolyeah27]

Christmas Confession - a baekjoy one shot au

Sooyoung hates Baekhyun's guts. He is flirty, naughty and everything about being playboy. But that changed at her brother's Christmas wedding.

Ship: Baekhyun x Joy Genre: Romance, Slightly Smut

"Sooyoung, did you ready the cake na ba? Malapit na ang toast for your Kuya Chanyeol and Seulgi."

Her mom has been nagging her for an hour now. It was Chanyeol and Seulgi's Christmas wedding. And as the pastry chef of their home, she's been the one assigned to prep the cake.

"Wait lang, Ma. Ipapalabas ko na." Sooyoung told her mom and put the final piece on top of the cake.

She smiled at her work. This is her wedding gift to the couple. She loves that Seulgi is finally part of their family.

The kitchen door flew open and someone enter her territory.

"Hi, Tita! Pinapatanong ni Mom if you received that gift from Ninong Ben."

Ugh. Sooyoung hates that annoying voice. He is the spawn of satan and the human being who annoys her for 15 years now.

"Baekhyun, I'm glad you're here. Pakitulungan na nga 'tong si Sooyoung ilabas ang cake at pupuntahan ko lang ang mommy mo."

Her mother finally exit the kitchen and she was left alone with Baekhyun.

She glanced at Baekhyun who was beaming at her like he always does whenever he gets the opportunity.

"So anong help ang kailangan mo?" Baekhyun went to her side and checked the cake.

She frowned at him. "I don't need your help. Nakita mo na ngang tapos na oh."

"Sungit. Ako na nga nag-o-offer ng help."

He picked a chocolate chip ingredient from a bowl and ate it. And of course, Baekhyun wouldn't miss it for the world to make sure he would look sexy eating the chocolate in front of her.

Sooyoung swallowed a lump in her throat after ogling at him unconsciously. He doesn't need to do that. It is already pretty obvious he is attractive. And she knows that.

She mentally shook her head to clear the night she almost gave in to her desires.

"Tulungan mo na nga lang akong ilabas 'tong cake. Ang bigat nito. Tatawagin ko rin si Mang Daniel para tatlo tayo."

She washed her hands before finally heading out of the kitchen. She could hear the low chuckling of Baekhyun before the kitchen door closed.

And Sooyoung swore that her Kuya's best friend will surely be the death of her. She can definitely resist that charms. Right?

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THREE WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING

"Woohoo!! Seulgi will be part of our family now. Cheers for the bride!"

Sooyoung was already drunk and standing on top of the table. Why did she even empty that bottle of red wine? She was a lightweight for fuck's sake.

Ahh. That Jongin guy left her hanging.

After one year of being in a relationship, Jongin broke up with her. And all his explanation was he fell out of love.

Fuck, love.

And Seulgi's bridal shower is the best way to release that heartbreak.

Sooyoung continued her monologue on top of the table. "Seulgi, those guys are all the same. But you're lucky my Kuya is not like all other guys. He is so fucking in love with you since we were 10 years old."

She gulped once more from her glass and almost fell off the table. Luckily, she was able to hold her stand.

All for Seulgi. All for releasing the heartbreak.

"Huh! Ang swerte mo you found that kind of love. Sakin nga isang taon lang sawa na eh. And all he said is.. 'It's not you, Sooyoung. It's me.' Fuck that shit!"

The guests in Seulgi's bridal shower were already uncomfortable because of her sudden rant. She was totally oblivious from what she was saying that Seulgi finally hold her arms and brought her down from the table.

"Wait. Wait... Di pa ko tapos mag-cheers for you Seulgi."

"Sooyoung, enough na." Her friend gently soothed her hair. "I'll have someone pick you up. Then let's talk about this tomorrow."

Seulgi led her out of the bar and they waited at the curbside of the road. Sooyoung finally felt drunk and tired that she just leaned her head on Seulgi's shoulder.

Her Kuya Chanyeol is not just the lucky one to have Seulgi but also her. She took a mental note despite her drunkenness that she will apologize tomorrow to Seulgi for causing a scene in her bridal shower.

"Anong nangyari dyan?"

Sooyoung heard a familiar voice and looked up where that voice was coming from. And there behold the most beautiful face and at the same time the most annoying face she ever witnessed.

Baekhyun was her Kuya's best friend. Basically, they've all grew up together. He was that kid who always competed with her academically. Being a competitive she was, Sooyoung hated it that Baekhyun always won.

And as they became young adults, she hated it that his day wouldn't be complete if he didn't get to annoy her or gave her those subtle flirty remarks.

Even though Baekhyun is gorgeous, she would resist those charms.

Like... Really resist.

"Why is he here?" She drunkenly asked Seulgi and she heard Baekhyun chuckled.

"Ako maghahatid sayo malamang. Chanyeol is busy with his own party. And you being a brat as usual, needs to have a prince charming to take you home," Baekhyun said to her.

Sooyoung didn't forget to frown at him despite her being almost half-asleep and Baekhyun just ignored it to help her get up.

Seulgi laughed at their bickering like she always does. "Ihatid mo na lang 'to, Baek. Tulog naman na malamang sila Tita Amanda pagdating nyo sa bahay nila. Hindi ka naman nakainom, right?"

"Nope. Sober na sober." Baekhyun replied to Seulgi and pulled Sooyoung up.

They said their goodnight to Seulgi and walked towards Baekhyun's car.

Sooyoung felt his soft hands around her waist, making sure she wouldn't stumble. Why does she just noticed now how really caring Baekhyun is? He was always that naughty and flirty best friend of her Kuya. And she never saw Baekhyun in a stable relationship.

They were finally inside his car and Baekhyun fastened her seatbelt before putting a neck pillow around her head.

"Try to get some nap. Alam mo namang di mo kaya ang alcohol, naglasing ka pa rin."

"Are you belittling me?"

Baekhyun gently ruffled her hair and gazed at her. "Sleep you pretty brat."

Sooyoung smiled before closing her eyes, realizing that she find Baekhyun's gestures tonight heart fluttering.

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She wiped her almost teary-eyed face after saying a full five minutes speech to the newly wed couple. Sooyoung is truly happy that Chanyeol and Seulgi are finally married. They are destined to each other.

She watched as how Chanyeol gazed lovingly at Seulgi. She couldn't help but wonder if someone does the same for her. For pete's sake she is in her late 20s now. She wants to have children before she reach her 30s. Unfortunately, all the guy she dated were assholes.

Sooyoung grabbed her coat and decided to take a walk. A Christmas wedding in Baguio was brilliant and beautiful but she couldn't stand the cold night.

"You didn't text me back after that party. Akala ko something's going on between us."

She saw and heard a girl whining in front of a man as she approached the balcony garden of Camp John Hay.

"Suzy, nothing's going on between us. I'm sorry if me being friendly made you think there's something more."

That's Baekhyun. And he is talking to Suzy. She was one of Seulgi's distant cousin.

Sooyoung rolled her eyes. This is a typical scenario between Baekhyun and the ladies.

If her Kuya Chanyeol is a loyal man and only loves one woman all his life, Baekhyun is the polar opposite.

She should return to the reception area and ignore the pitiful cries of Suzy.

Run girl. Just run.

But she admits she was curious to hear the reasons and excuses from Baekhyun. He caught her interest after the night he took her home from Seulgi's bridal shower.

"Is there someone?" She heard Suzy asked Baekhyun.

Baekhyun sighed before answering. "Yes. There is someone."

She heard a loud slap after that. Ouch.

Sooyoung was awed with what she just witnessed that she didn't notice that Baekhyun already emerged from the garden and found her hiding in a corner.

"Kanina ka pa ba dyan?" Baekhyun asked her.

She cleared her throat and crossed her arms like she was being defensive she got caught eavesdropping. "Mukhang kailangan ng yelo nyang pisngi mo ah."

He chuckled and touch his own cheeks. "Yeah, definitely."

Sooyoung didn't know what gotten into her but asked him anyway. "You want ice? May ice sa room ko. The kitchen is so full right now at nakakahiya kung makita nila yang namumula mong pisngi."

He smirked and raised one of his brows at her. "Are you sure about that, Sooyoung?"

She grimaced at him. "As if may gagawin kang masama."

"No, I won't do that. Baka ikaw."

"No way!"

"Well, gusto mo ba ipaalala ko sayo?"

"Oh gosh. Baekhyun, no. Tara na nga."

Sooyoung turned her back from him and started walking to her room with Baekhyun trailing behind her.

Why the hell does he need to bring up that night? The night they kissed.

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THREE WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING

"Sooyoung, wake up nandito na tayo sa bahay nyo."

Baekhyun gently tapped Sooyoung's shoulder and she tried to open her eyes. She must have been dizzy after all of that alcohol consumption.

"I'm so lazy to walk, Baekhyun. Can you carry me?"

He laughed at her courageousness to ask him to carry her. She was clearly drunk. If sober Sooyoung would hear this, she would definitely not forgive herself for asking him.

But Baekhyun, sober or not, always likes Sooyoung.

He likes how cute she is when she pouts. He likes how red her cheeks are when he tries to annoy her just to get her attention. He likes how she is focused when she is baking.

Scratch the word like. He is in love with her.

But he never admitted these to her. He is just her Kuya Chanyeol's flirty and playboy best friend anyway. He is not like any of Sooyoung's suitors who were too good to be true.

Baekhyun went out of the car to carry Sooyoung inside her home, who hardly could keep her eyes open. It was a good thing that the Park's house is bungalow type, her room was just near the foyer.

She was heavy indeed but nonetheless, Baekhyun thought it was worth it to take care of her. He gently lay her down and cover her with a blanket. She was sleeping soundly.

Baekhyun stared at her intently and smiled to himself. He really left Chanyeol's party and Suzy's innuendos the moment he received Seulgi's text asking him to take Sooyoung home.

Sooyoung really knows how to get him and she is not even aware of it.

He was about to go out of her room when his eyes caught the pink bear beside her bed. And Baekhyun thought his heart jumped after seeing that stuffed toy. He went to the other side of the bed and picked it up.

She really is sentimental. After all this time, he never thought she would keep it.

Thinking that she is in deep slumber, Baekhyun kissed her forehead and whispered softly. "Goodnight, Sooyoung."

He gazed at her again and this time he was met by a pair of brown orbs. Sooyoung is fully awake. "Baekhyun..."

He was surprised that she suddenly held his nape and pulled him closer to her. Kissing him softly. And him savoring it, kissing her back.

Baekhyun swore that if he didn't have that much control, the kiss would lead to another thing.

So with all of his strength and rationale, he pulled away from her. He went out of her room without looking back.

Baekhyun was sure that once Sooyoung is sober she would regret that kiss. After all, he was just her brother's best friend.

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He felt the coldness of the ice pack on his cheek but Baekhyun feels hot. The kind of hot that is dangerous.

They are alone in Sooyoung's hotel room and she is tending to his reddening cheek.

"Ano na naman ba kasi ginawa mo sa babaeng 'yon, Baek?" She asked him, not leaving her attention from his cheek.

They are so close that Baekhyun could smell her honey-like scent he always love. "Just don't mind it. Suzy and I were just acquaintance. Na-misinterpet lang nya actions ko."

Sooyoung gave her a sly grin. "Why are you explaining to me?"

This is one of the things Baekhyun was trying to figure out about Sooyoung since forever.

Yes, he always teases her. Making sure she would gave her attention to him. At least, she gets the idea that she was trying to flirt with her.

But if Sooyoung gets to do the teasing, whether she is aware of it or not, she always puts a hopeful desire in his heart. An untouchable desire he is scared of because she might not like him back just like the way he does.

Baekhyun finally held her wrist and stopped her from tending his almost bruised cheek. "I think I'm okay now. Let me take it from here."

Sooyoung didn't listen to him and just let him hold her wrist, still taking care of his reddening cheek. "Is it true that you have someone?"

"Bakit mo naman natanong?"

She shrugged. "Wala lang. I'm curious."

"Yes. It's true... There's always someone."

She stopped from what she was doing and crossed her arms again, mouth gaping. "And here you are flirting with me tapos meron ka pa lang someone?!"

Is she really furious?

Baekhyun laughed and shook his head. God, he loves Sooyoung so much that he is running out of ideas to make sure she will love him back.

Maybe it's time for him to man up and swallow the fear of rejection.

He finally heaved out a sigh and looked at her intently. "Sooyoung... It is always you."

She stared at him as if she is calculating his next move before nervously chuckling. "N-nice try, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun sighed. Here goes nothing.

He tucked Sooyoung's loose strand of hair behind her ears and stared directly into her eyes. He could feel her hands trembling so he hold it tightly. "Why did you kiss me that night, Sooyoung?"

She was silent for a second before answering him. "Maybe... Maybe because I have a little crush on you even before and I was drunk and heartbroken and I'm talking nonsense here."

She tried to pulled her hand away out of frustration but he still held it.

"Ikaw kasi. You were never serious kahit no'ng mga bata pa tayo," she continued.

Baekhyun tried to suppress his smile. At least, his hard work all these years pay off. The woman he is in love with finally noticed him.

"What if I'm serious about you?"

"No, you're not."

"Sooyoung, I never had a stable girlfriend because of you. I always rushed towards you the moment na iwan ka ng mga ex-boyfriends mo. Whether I'm on a blind date or not, I was always ready to pick you up when you get drunk and at least be that constant annoying childhood friend kahit ba alam kong I only have 1% chance."

It was his turn to be frustrated after confessing his heart out to her. He just hoped that the next words he would say will make her believe him.

"I love you for so long now. And I never said those words to anybody. Sa'yo lang. This is not the first time I got slapped in the face just because I told those girls that there's always someone."

Baekhyun noticed she was almost teary-eyed after that heartfelt confession. So he caressed her cheeks and wiped with his thumb the tear that fell off.

"How dare you to confess like that and not kiss me," Sooyoung said.

He chuckled at how cute she was before closing the gap between their faces.

He kissed her as if to let her know that he was always yearning for her. And she returned his kisses with the same passion.

Sooyoung deepened their kiss before pulling away to breathe. "Don't break my heart, Baekhyun."

"I won't. Hindi ako nagpapansin sayo para lang masayang lahat ng efforts ko." He said to her before kissing her again.

She smiled between their kisses and Baekhyun finally felt complete.

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Sooyoung loves the way Baekhyun kisses her. She never thought he would pull this kind of emotions and desire out of her.

Maybe it's time for her to see Baekhyun in a new light.

They are still kissing and Sooyoung wrapped both of her arms around his neck. Baekhyun pulled her closer to him and she could feel his hardness between her thigh.

Sooyoung wants more of him and she is sure as hell that she will finally give in to him.

She wants to feel him so she rubbed her palm into his clothed hard cock and Baekhyun moaned while kissing her collarbone.

He quickly broke their kiss to ask her. "Do you want this? Ayaw kitang madaliin."

She nodded at him and kissed him again with intensity. She felt Baekhyun's hand slid down to her breast and caress it. It was her turn to let out a moan.

Baekhyun didn't hesitate to carry her to the bed and continued exploring her mouth. He was on top of her and making his hand busy with removing their clothes. The next thing she knew, they were both fully naked.

Baekhyun pecked her lips and stared at her lovingly. "I want to make you feel good, Sooyoung."

"Then do it, Baekhyun. Wag mo ko paghintayin."

He smirked at her. "As you wish."

Baekhyun trailed down kisses to her body until she felt his lips showering kisses to her inner thighs. She gasped when she felt his tongue circling in her clit.

Sooyoung indeed felt good and Baekhyun continued pushing his tongue in and out of her slit. He even inserted his fingers inside of her to reach for her g-spot. Baekhyun continued pumping his fingers inside her while licking her bud, making sure she will reach her climax.

Who would've thought that Baekhyun would be so good with his tongue. He worshipped her like he really did love her long before.

Sooyoung arched as she meets Baekhyun's tongue and pulled his hair when she felt her orgasm.

He went up to her and kissed her on her lips, letting her know how she tastes. He stared at her while resting his arms beside her head. She saw in his eyes that loving look she was looking for.

"From now on, sayong sayo lang ako, Sooyoung."

She bit her lip and chuckled. "We need to go to a proper date first, Baek."

"We'll do that after we finish making love tonight."

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Sooyoung woke up hearing the notification beep of her phone. She tried to find her phone underneath her pillow but was welcomed by toned arms wrapped around her.

She smiled widely after remembering how many times she and Baekhyun made love last night.

In the end, she failed to resist his charms.

Sooyoung thought she is willing to risk her heart again. After all, what Baekhyun said last night were true. He was always the one who was there to accompany her, making her laugh or even just to annoy her.

Baekhyun surely made his way to her heart. And she was in denial to admit that there is a possibility for the two of them.

She checked her phone messages. It was her Kuya Chanyeol saying that breakfast would be ready by nine o'clock and if she is not ready by that time, he would knock on her door.

It is already 8:50. Shoot.

She gently shook Baekhyun's shoulder to wake him up. "Baek, gising. We need to prep for the breakfast."

"It's still early. Matulog pa tayo." He mumbled and snuggled closer to her.

"Susunduin ako ni Kuya Chanyeol dito. Kapag nakita tayo no'n magkatabi matulog, patay ka."

Of course, no answer from him.

Sooyoung huffed remembering how Baekhyun was not a morning person. She was always late back in 6th grade just because their school service needed to wait for Baekhyun.

"Baek... Isa.. Kapag di ka pa tumayo dyan at ialis itong mga braso mo sakin..."

He chuckled and slowly opened his eyes. "And what? Are you gonna kiss me?"

Sooyoung laughed and shoved his face. "No way! Di pa tayo nagtutoothbrush."

"But I already ate you—"

Baekhyun was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Sooyoung frowned at Baekhyun and with all force removed his arms around her to stood up.

"Diyan ka lang. Papaalisin ko lang 'tong si Kuya."

He just chuckled at her while she walked towards the door to greet Chanyeol. Gratefully, she is wearing a shirt that covers her hickeys.

Sooyoung slightly opened the door and hid Baekhyun as much as she can from her Kuya's view.

"Kuya, you don't need to come here and get me—"

Chanyeol interrupted her and craned to check her room. "Nandyan si Baekhyun?"

"Hey man. I'm here." Baekhyun said behind her and walked towards the door as well to greet Chanyeol.

"What the hell." Sooyoung was flabbergasted at her Kuya's sudden question.

Her Kuya Chanyeol just let out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes. "Finally, Baek! Sawang sawa na kami ni Seulgi kakarinig sa iyak mo every time my sister got a new boyfriend."

Baekhyun throwed a pillow at her Kuya's face, not accepting that his best friend just spilled the beans.

Chanyeol dodged the pillow while laughing and shouted at Baekhyun before making his way back to the breakfast room. "Wag mong sasaktan kapatid ko or I'll fucking release your drunk crying video. And breakfast in 5 you disgusting love birds."

Sooyoung slammed the door shut. "What was that?"

Baekhyun sat on the bed, shirtless and just wearing his boxers. Sooyoung felt hot again. It's not helping that Baekhyun looks absolutely gorgeous in the daylight.

"Well, I like you since we were kids. Unfortunately, ikaw lang di nakakaalam," he said.

She blushed at the thought that Baekhyun has a crush on her way way long. She sat on his lap and run her fingers through his hair. Baekhyun hugged her and seemed to like how she plays with his hair.

"So when did it start?" Sooyoung asked him.

"Did you remember when your first dog died? And you cried non-stop?"

"Yeah. That was Skye. I miss her. I was 9 and you were 10 nung namatay sya."

"That was the day I first started having a crush on you. I like how you cared for that dog so much that you even bring cookies to her grave every day. Ewan basta tinamaan ako. Then I just want to cheer you up, I gave that pink bear when you asked me na samahan ka bisitahin si Skye."

She smiled when she remembered she still have that pink bear. She was deeply touched when Baekhyun gave that stuffed toy to her. The bear symbolizes that Baekhyun is someone she would keep for the rest of her life.

She might have not know it back then what was Baekhyun's significance to her life, but she surely knows now that she wouldn't let go of him.

"I still have that bear with me. Ayun lang matino mong ginawa at binigay sakin eh."

Baekhyun pouted at her. "Ang sungit mo pa rin sakin."

She quickly kissed his pouted lips. "That's my love language to you."

He caressed her cheeks with the back of his palm and stared straight into her eyes. "I love you, Sooyoung. And let me prove to you everyday that eveything we have right now is so worth it."

"I love you too. And I will love you more. Pinagdasal mo siguro iwan ako ng mga ex ko para sayo ang uwi ko," she teased him.

"Ganoon na nga."

Baekhyun kissed her again passionately. His lips showered kisses to her collarbone and Sooyoung let out a small moan.

"Let's skip breakfast?" she asked him.

He gazed at her and bit his lip. "Definitely."

[spacequokka]

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Pairing: vamp!Chanyeol x Reader Genre: Vampire AU, Angst Rating: 16+ Summary: There’s something different about the newest fledgling you’ve been assigned to. Word Count: 0.5k Warnings: biting and blood drinking

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“Well, that’s good, because it’s probably the only thing that would’ve made this worse.”

He didn’t laugh or even smile. You sat across from him, observing his movements. He cowered in the corner, avoiding the sliver of light from the hallway. It was sad to find him like that—small, frail, wasting away. All because he refused to accept what he’d become and give in to the urges.

“Look. You don’t have to take much if you’re uncomfortable with doing it. But I need you to at least try so I can get you down to the Center. From there, we can discuss your options after the doctor checks you out.” You pushed up your sleeve and showed him your wrist, free of any jewelry. “If you’re too weak or too hungry, we won’t get far.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flashed red like glittering rubies before he shook his head and hid his face. “No. I’ll hurt you. And I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this.”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d helped plenty of people through the transition and coping with their new way of life, but this was the first time you genuinely felt remorse for someone. You wished with every fiber of your being for a better way to help the guy you barely knew. “You won’t hurt me.” He looked up, doubt in his glossy eyes. “I’ve experienced it all, okay? Short of tearing off my arm, there isn’t much pain I feel anymore. It’s what made me a great candidate for the Fledgling Mentorship program! So, please, will you try? A tiny sip?”

His gaze flickered between your face and wrist before he slowly uncurled his long body and crawled closer. “Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”

You nodded. “A hundred percent sure. I’ll even walk you through it.” You got to your knees and moved to a better position. “Here. Bite towards the center and once you break the skin, you suck the blood.”

His thin fingers went around your wrist with a weak grip. You couldn’t see how he was able to keep himself upright. He collapsed in your arms, and you cradled him as he brought your wrist to his mouth. He inhaled and shuddered. “You smell good…like home,” he whispered before his lips brushed your skin. His bite was weaker than you’d thought it’d be, no different from that of a teething baby. You knew the moment blood hit his tongue because he stiffened, went slack, then his grip steadily grew stronger until he was holding your arm in place. Each pull from his lips seemingly came from the top of your head and the tips of your toes, making you curl around him as if he were literally drinking you dry. But the odd thing was that where with others you’d quickly stop them because of discomfort, it never crossed your mind. The feeling was amazing, like a warm silk caressing you from the inside out.

Right when your eyes began to flutter, and you felt faint, he pulled away. “Are you—”

Not sure what he said, but as you fell over, all you could think about was that Junmyeon was going to chew your ass out for this.

[jazzaiko]

Rivals (96 words)

Pairing: Chanyeol/Chen Rating: General Tags: high school AU, rival relationship, chinguline Written for Tinysparks #ittybittysparks challenge

Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36222277 Originally posted on Twitter

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(｡◕w◕｡) Sci-Fi AU! with Seventeen [NSFW]

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(˚▽˚)☞ Decisions | Jongho (ATEEZ) ☜(˚▽˚)

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(~˘▾˘)~ Pool Boy | TXT ~(˘▾˘~) [NSFW]

These don't rely on each other at all, so there isn't really a specific order, I just wrote them in this order.

水 Yeonjun (1) ~3.2k 水 Taehyun (2) ~2.9k 水 Soobin (3) ~4.4k 水 Hueningkai (4) ~4.5k 水 Beomgyu (5) ~4.7k

◉w◉ Juicy Fruit | NCT Dream

Very loosely inspired by Smoothie. Very Loose.

🍉 Mark 🍉 ~1.6k 🍇 Renjun 🍇 ~1.5k 🍌 Jeno 🍌 ~1.9k 🍒 Haechan 🍒 ~2.2k 🍑 Jaemin 🍑 ~2.5k 🍓 Chenle 🍓 ~2.1k 🍍 Jisung 🍍 ~2.1k

[biaswreckingfics]

So I've been thinking, Baekhyun - Surprise/Misc

101. Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?

Thank you for all the drabble you've been doing, I love them all ❤️

Detective!Baekhyun + Fluff? -I tried something new with this drabble and I hope you enjoy it!! Also, Baekhyun!! 🥺-

(Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?)

Acting as inconspicuous as possible, you and Baekhyun follow the suspect as close as you're willing to get. He's about half a block ahead of you, but he's nervous and paranoid, which makes him a huge risk. Normally, two agents don't follow the subject from the same direction, but plans change on the fly out in the field, so you're working with what you got.

The second team is north of you on the other side of the block. They're doing a good job of hiding their identities, but the suspect's head is still eyeing everyone on a swivel. When he glances behind him and finds the two of you, Baekhyun's hand slips its way into yours.

The two of you appear to be a couple on a stroll in the city, and the suspect's eyes go past you to search the other people on the street. When he faces forward, you try to pull your hand free, but Baekhyun's grip tightens. Not risking taking your eyes off the subject, you keep your gaze straight while asking, "What are you doing?"

"If he looks back and notices we're not holding hands again, it might look suspicious."

Baekhyun's tone is serious, and as much as he messes around, you know he's being completely logical right now, so you let him keep your hand. The only issue is that you're holding his dominant hand, and if the suspect draws a weapon, you're both losing precious seconds. 

The man you're following is visibly becoming more paranoid, and your worry for the people around you increases. The team ahead of you radios in the same assessment, and you realize that you'll need to make a move quicker than you liked.

When he abruptly stops in the middle of the sidewalk, it takes everything in you to keep walking and move toward him. You flash Baekhyun a happy smile as he lightly swings your arm. The two of you come up with a fake conversation about where you should go for dinner tonight. As you pass the subject, you feel his eyes focused on both of you and you can only hope that your act is working. 

Baekhyun slows down and pulls you to the side. You notice the flirty look on his face as he backs you up against the wall and gets in your space. Doing your best to follow his lead, you ignore the suspect walking behind him and smile at Baekhyun.

At that moment, you know you've either been made or you're definitely about to be, so you stay where you are. A third team radios in that they've got the subject in their sights and you relax. Baekhyun and you are officially done with following him, and now all you can do is wait for more orders. 

Baekhyun plays with your fingers and you meet his stare. You see relief in his eyes, but you also see mischievousness and you brace yourself. He smirks at you and you shake your head. "What?"

"Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?"

You huff out a laugh and shove him away. "Baekhyun, be serious. We're following a killer for God's sake."

"Actually, we're not following him anymore, and I was being serious."

The amusement is clear on his face and you push off the wall he backed you up into. "No. I don't want to kiss you."

He follows after you, calling you a liar because you both know that you do.

[yeolsaintlaurent]

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