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exo_baekhyun | Hoax pt.10

Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.

Requested by anon

pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 2.9K

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… As it has been said in a song series 04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you know” - But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD

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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 ]

“I’m sorry”, your voice echoed in Baekhyun’s mind as he drove. To nowhere, he never wants to get anywhere, just- he just felt like running away, so maybe he’d make up his mind about you, about himself. What kind of person he became, all of a sudden, for you. Not that he ever strived to be like that, he just couldn’t help himself.

Now, he has to make up his mind and if you’re not gonna let go of him. Maybe he has to do this himself. It’d be the best. When you leave for college, he’s gotta stay. He’ll take the old man Kim business and make the best out of it. You’re not part of the equation in this, you’ll get hurt- or worse. Baekhyun can’t afford having you hurt because of what he decided to be when you tried to make something better out of him.

When Baekhyun pulls over, he’s not quite sure where he is, but when he comes to it, he looks around and finds himself in his old neighborhood. Where he was raised, when Mr. Kim was just a nice single-man next door, Suho’s dad. Back then, he wasn’t wasn’t a complete self-centered jerk. They were friends. The six of them, Jongdae, Minseok, Suho, Yixing, Baekhyun himself and... Chanyeol too.

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But- That’s when Chanyeol was his closest friend, even more than Jongdae. Back then, he wasn’t the worthless bastard who belonged to a family of gangster, people believed he could’ve done well. Baekhyun could handle anyone. There’s so many guys you could choose, Baekhyun would’ve accepted better - or, at least, he likes to think he would. Just not Chanyeol, it’s been enough to pretend Chanyeol’s nothing a classmate and now he has to see you with him, being happy as he wishes he could make you.

Baekhyun tried before, he tried convincing himself to stop this relationship or whatever anyone would call it. Whatever you call it. He sincerely thought it’d be better for you to find someone who could make you happy without having to walk hidden in shadows and corners here and there, but, he knows, he’s too selfish. Maybe as much as you’re being, maybe more because this isn’t him just accepting what you want, this is him not being able to say no because he just can’t let go.

The sound of the keys and the wooden door opening calls Baekhyun attention and he turns his head to see Chanyeol walking in the old house he moved from, the house the six boys use to cause trouble before being called for lunch or dinner, being called out to sit down and study first before playing outside. Chanyeol’s eyes find his, staring from inside the car, somehow and he stops right before going in the house.

Baekhyn can almost see the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s head, but he can’t get himself to do anything about it. He could always simply drive away. Finally, he sees Chanyeol sighing heavily and pulling the door closed.

‘Please, don’t.’ Baekhyun thinks to himself, feeling his body tensing, ‘Just pretend you didn’t see me.’ , Baekhyun pleads, hands clenching on the steering wheel, ‘Just go home and ignore me, Why are you such a-’ 

“What a dumb bastard!” Baekhyun grumply murmurs to himself as he sees Chanyeol approaching him directly.

Baekhyun sighs once again and forces himself off his Baby . Chanyeol’s still in his school uniform, hands stuck in the front pockets of his jacket, he looks nothing but what a high-achieving high schooler would look. ‘The bastard is even good looking and charming’, Baekhyun thinks to himself with a hidden laughter, ‘He suits her’, he adds bitterly to himself soon after.

“It’s been a while.” Chanyeol says awkwardly when he stops. Baekhyun hums and nods positively as he leans on his car.

Baekhyun sees Chanyeol gathering breath, as if he’d say something, but then he just exhales at once, looking away and hisses to himself.

“What?” Baekhyun asks, crooking his head to the side and Chanyeol looks back at him.

“Nothing” Chanyeol replies at first and there’s a pause and Baekhyun allows it because Chanyeol seems to have words stuck in his throat, whatever they are. He’d like to hear it, “Just-”

‘Ah~ There they are-’ Baekyun thinks to himself as Chanyeol starts.

“When-” Chanyeol exhales again in frustration and takes a step closer, hesitantly, “You know, when I got back and saw you in class I thought, ‘well, maybe we could be friends again’ . But, if I tried to get any closer you just disappeared, everyday. You just disappeared from the classroom.”

Baekhyun would keep this secret that’s now dear to him as much as it was back then. He disappeared to meet you, he was always so eager to embrace you. Still is.

“All you do is using Mr. Kim’s fame as a gangster to push people away?”

“This time it’s true, though” Baekhyun says simply.

“Oh, so- You couldn’t even say hello. Just once?”

“What for? Because we played together when we were kids?” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head, “All it’d do is earn you a bad reputation and side-glares for talking to me”, Baekhyun says calmly, “As soon as they heard we used to be close you’d go from top student to gangster minion like this! ” Baekhyun snaps his fingers.

“Oh, I see” Chanyeol laughs to himself, “And here I thought we could still be friends. I’m just that stupid”

“You are.”

Chanyeol hums in reply and takes another step closer and now they’re way too close, so Baekhyun chuckles.

“What’s wrong with the distance we had a moment ago.” Baekhyun mocks, “You miss me so much that you need to take a better look?” He says playfully, mannering his head as if to give Chanyeol a better angle to take a picture, “You’re talking to me now. Is that anything you’d like to say?”

“Yes” Chanyeol replies readily, “There were some things I wanted to tell you. I wanted us to talk about many things, but now- Now! There’s just one thing that I need to ask.”

“What is it?” Baekhyun asked even though he could tell his old friend’s eyes what would it be, so he ready himself to how the question would come along.

“Y/n” Chanyeol started, not knowing how else to do so and licks his lips, uncertain of how to go on, “About Y/n. Actually, this is backwards-”, Chanyeol says the second part more to himself than to Baekhyun and the later waits, “You made a mess in school today. I heard them saying you could get kicked out and we’re almost graduating. So why? Why did you do all of that for Y/n? What’s so wrong about Y/n and I being a couple? Why can’t it be true? Do you like her?”

The words just poured out of Chanyeol’s lips and by the end his eyes prickled with hidden tears, he just didn’t want to have this conversation in the first place. When someone rushed to him to say what was going on he rushed to see what really was it about, then he heard Baekhyun and the desperation, and anger in his friend’s voice pained him somehow in more than one way. He still can’t understand, he can’t grasp, but he knows he didn’t like the fact that Baekhyun just couldn’t like you as someone started gossiping. 

Chanyeol’s last question lingers in the air, tasting bitter on his own tongue as he runs out of breath to speak anymore. Chanyeol likes you- a lot , it’s different than any other times he liked anyone else and he doesn’t want to face anyone who seems willing to have you too. He’s not sure if he’s a coward, maybe he’s unsure of himself. Should he tell you how much he likes you already, the two of you seemed to be moving slowly, you seem to enjoy doing so, but maybe he should pick up a certain pace. Baekhyun isn’t someone to just take things slow, that much Chanyeol’s certain.

Baekhyun stops himself from frowning or exposing how he can read Chanyeol’s thoughts in his expression. Chanyeol just doesn’t change, as he thought. Pulling himself away from the car, Baekhyun straightens his body only making all the more obvious how small he is compared to Chanyeol, thankfully he’s standing on a slightly higher side of the hill. Which is almost nothing, but at least something . Like what you give him.

Once again Baekhyun considers just saying it all. Taking you for himself and get this over with. He’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe, so what’s the matter. It’s just a matter of seconds when a movie goes before his eyes where he can take you with him and everything will work out like a miraculous magic trick. He can do anything as long as you’re there, so why not?

“Yes” Baekhyun replies and Chanyeol breathe is caught in his throat, “I like Y/n”, Baekhyun adds, watching Chanyeol hiccups and step back, much to his pleasure.

Should he say it all now, then. When Chanyeol looks like lost, hurt puppy, eyes wandering everywhere but him.

“I think I should have her instead of you” Baekhyun says boldly, watching Chanyeol look at him with wide eyes, “I got a bastard in my family instead of you. Mr. Kim married my mom instead of yours, so… I got the weak end of the rope on that, so- Just think of Y/n as compensation.” Bekhyun tries sounding as emotionless as he can while Chanyeol watches him in disbelief, “She’ll be the good thing you own me. We’ll be even then”

“Baekhyun, you-” Chanyeol is cut by his own breathless state and as soon as he recoverse he chuckles pathetically, “Who do you think you are to demand to have a person as compensation? You’re just some high schooler! Are you crazy?”

“Some high-schooler” Baekhyun mocks with a sick grin prying his lips, before laughing loudly to himself. Chanyeol looks around, startled and sees a few lights in the neighborhood light up.

“Are you crazy? It’s late! You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood.”

“Why? Afraid to be seen with a gangster?”Baekhyun asks, “Look closely, Yeol! At us! You and me.” Baekhyun mentions to Chanyeol and then his own self, pulling on Chanyeol’s uniform, before tugging on his long coat, the clothes fit him, but they are way too unfitting for a kid his age and Baekhyun knows it well, “ You’re the high-schooler here. I’m a real gangster. Mr. Kim- Ah, no! Dad is giving me a lot of confidence lately, there’s nothing I can’t do~”

“So?” Chanyeol asks, trying to look at Baekhyun’s eyes, “You wanna treat Y/n like Mr. Kim treats the people he used to play around with before discarding like trash? Is that it?”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Baekhyun insists, “I like Y/n.” He says more clearly this time, “If you don’t have the confidence, then just let me have what I deserve.”

Baekhyun pulled the car’s door open and hopped inside. He couldn’t say it afterall, that’s all Baekhyun could think as he watched Chanyeol become smaller as he drove away. It’s better this way, he thinks. Chanyeol watched him drive by with a heavy heart. If only the year just ended and you and him could take off to college right away. Away from Baekhyun.

⇽ part 9 | part 11

[jiminfinity]

the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?

Pairing: Park Jimin and Min Yoongi (Yoonmin)

Summary: 

月が綺麗です。 Tsuki ga kirei desu.

it means "i love you".

(aka a moon god!yoongi and human!jimin fic)

Chapters: 1/?

Type: Historical Fantasy, Angst, Cat!Yoongi 

Read it now on AO3!

[midnightghostwriter]

what to do

↬ summary: sometimes you wonder just how close he really is with his ex.

↬ genre: fluff / slight angst

↬ pairing: simon dominic/jung kiseok x reader

↬ word count: 4.8k

a/n: oops this is another older work that i wrote some time last year. i swear i’m working on things, there’s just been a lot going on with work and life. :/ i hope you can enjoy this in the meantime!

There were quite a few things you valued in Jung Kiseok. Despite all his bravado, he was a gentleman through and through, always making you feel loved and cared for. He knew when to be serious, and when you needed some of his ridiculous antics to cheer you able. He was able to read your emotions almost better than you yourself could at times. He was dedicated, hard-working, and someone you were proud to stand next to, to support and be supported by.

The one thing you appreciated the most, though, was his “the past is in the past” mentality. You botch came from fairly different backgrounds, but still carried things with you you’d rather forget. You accepted your baggage as part of you, but tried to let it lie and enjoy the present, and look to the future. And Kiseok was right there with you.

Which was why when he brought up the past one particular night, you couldn’t help but be shaken in the worst way.

Before you’d begun dating, there had been a fair amount of tension between you, Kiseok, and his now-ex-girlfriend. Jukyung had introduced you to Kiseok while they were still dating, and she had disliked you almost immediately. As you and Kiseok grew closer, even though you’d set firm boundaries as friends, her animosity had only grown.

Things came to a head after a show some time later. You had been invited personally by almost everyone at AOMG, including Kiseok, and had happily attended to support and cheer on your friends. But when Kiseok’s girlfriend found you backstage, the jovial atmosphere came to a burning crash around all your ears.

“What the hell, Kiseok?” She shrieked, looking for all the world like a gladiator about to do battle. You exchanged looks with the rest of AOMG as Kiseok rose from his place between you and Gray on the couch to greet her.

“Hey babe,” he soothed, reaching for her hands. She flinched away, eyes fixed accusingly on you. “What’s wrong? Bad day at work?”

“What the- no, Kiseok, what the fuck is she doing here?” All eyes swiveled to you as she jabbed a manicured nail in your direction. Uh oh.

“I was invited, Hye Mi,” you replied slowly, watching her face carefully. The others nodded in silent agreement.

“Bullshit. Why would you get invited when I didn’t even know about this?” Everything went still, and you could’ve sworn the temperature dropped about ten degrees. Now, everyone was staring at Kiseok, who seemed so on edge he might just crack.

“Babe, I told you weeks ago, remember?” He tried. “You said you wouldn’t be able to take the night off. So I didn’t bring it up again.” Silence for a few tense moments, then she turned her murderous gaze on him.

“Jung Kiseok,” she said slowly, voice ice cold, “are you cheating on me with that wallflower skank?” Utter silence again, so thick it’d have taken a jackhammer to break it. All of you watched as Kiseok tried to pull himself together.

“What did you say?” He asked, voice that not-quite-a-whisper you recognized as the warning sign of an imminent storm. But it was Hye Mi and not him who exploded.

“I asked if you’re fucking cheating on me with that whore ‘friend’ of yours,” she screamed, spitting the word “friend” out like it was some kind of vile curse. Flinching, you sunk back into the couch next to Seunghwa, who offered you a small measure of consolation by patting your shoulder. You watched Kiseok veritably bristle as he turned to face her.

“Are you seriously on this again? For the last time, she’s just my friend. Everyone here asked her to come tonight. I can’t believe we’re having this argument again! She’s my friend, all of ours, and she came to support us. End of discussion!”

“Unbelievable! You think I’m stupid? You knew I couldn’t come so you invited her to the show for a little tryst! And she’s everyone’s friend, huh? What, do you guys take turns? I always thought you were unusually close for a company.” Your stomach twisted uncomfortably with every word she spoke, making you too nauseous to even try and defend yourself. Was she for real? No one else dared to speak, not even Jay and Jukyung who looked more ready to throw down than you had ever seen them.

The shouting match continued for several more minutes, accusations and curses flying back and forth. It was almost impossible to tell they’d been happily dating just the other night. You watched with the other as the chaos unfolded, eyes following the discussion like some sort of dramatic tennis match in a way that was almost comical. You’d lost track of the subject for the most part until things turned back to Kiseok.

“Dammit, Hye Mi, that’s it! Get the fuck out, it’s over!” Time seemed to freeze, everything coming to a standstill once more. Even Hyemi was gaping at him, struck dumb in the midst of a reply by the harsh words.

“Is that so?” She finally asked after a few long moments of awkward silence. Kiseok nodded, face somber.

“Yeah. It is.” Another beat as everyone waited on bated breath for her reaction. At last, she gave him a curt nod.

“Alright then.” Hefting her bag, Hyemi tossed her hair over one shoulder, shot you one last venomous glare, and disappeared.

You never saw her again after that, and at first you were surprised (you had rather expected her to try and exact some twisted form of revenge on you), but mostly you were relieved. She had made your life into a pretty miserable hell, and now you were finally free from her insanity.

You were also free to pursue Kiseok, once you came to the realization that you had fallen for the charismatic rapper. That alone took several months to figure out, and it made you more unsure than happy. How would it look if, after everything that had happened, you were to start dating Kiseok? Assuming, of course, he had any romantic interest in you at all.

So for several more months, you danced awkwardly around each other, you uncertain and afraid, while he was confused and let you have your space. That is, until he cornered you at the studio and begged to know what was going on. The two of you had been thick as thieves before, but you’d practically cut him out of your life as you tried to deal with your own seesawing emotions. And of course your big mouth just had to take off running and blurt out the most awkward confession of all time. But to your surprise, rather than looking disgusted or weirded out like you had feared, the sunniest smile you’d seen in a long time split Kiseok’s face as he gathered you into a hug that threatened to turn your bones to dust. And one you had missed in the time you’d spent tiptoeing around him.

“Is that all?” He managed around the relieved laughter rumbling through his chest and into you. “Thank God, I thought I was the only one!”

Things were tentative and awkward at first, unsure how your friends would feel about your relationship. But it quickly became abundantly clear that there was nothing for approval you, and you let your worries about the past melt away, content to forget them and move forward.

Which brought you to the present. You were at your apartment with Kiseok, shimmying into a new dress for some party or another he had to make an appearance at. Having just come from a dinner Jay had hosted just for the AOMG crew, he was reclined unhelpfully on your bed, trying to sober up while you fixed your makeup.

“Babe, can you zip me up?” You called, holding the dress closed as you stepped out of the bathroom. With a groan, he sat up, stopping short at the sight of you. The unreadable look on his face made your stomach stir nervously. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he murmured after a moment. “You look great. Come here.” You obeyed, standing in front of him and holding your hair aside as he took hold of the zipper. Normally his fingers sliding across your skin like this gave you pleasant chills. But all you felt was an anxious shift to your insides. Something was off.

You managed to dismiss Kiseok’s strange behavior as the result of the alcohol he’d consumed earlier, and put forth your best smile as you walked into the party. For a while you were about to put aside the nagging feelings that something was wrong with your boyfriend - a feeling that, if you were being honest, you’d felt lurking for a while. The pair of you circled the party, greeting friends and strangers alike, and even if it was all in the name of social etiquette and nothing more, you were still able to enjoy yourself..

Nothing good lasts forever, though.

When exchanging inane pleasantries had become too much, the two of you collapsed into a booth at the club. You sighed with relief, relaxing into Kiseok’s side as his arm wound around your waist.

“Mr. Min seems like a very nice guy, but if I have to hear that story about his college graduation one more time, I think I’ll have to drown myself in cosmos,” you said with a giggle. Kiseok hummed his agreement. When the noise was all the comment you received, you glanced up at him. What you saw made your stomach twist. He was wearing the same strange look he’d had at your place just a few hours ago. A sudden anxiety washed over you, so strong you almost felt you might regurgitate your drinks from the night.

“I brought Hyemi here once,” he said eventually, and your stomach dropped from your throat through the floor.

“O-oh. Is that so?” you managed.

“Yeah.” His gaze was directed over you into the crowded club. It almost seemed that he wasn’t seeing your friends and fellow partygoers, but whatever memory had taken hold of him. “It was our one year anniversary. So I rented out the place, invited all our friends to surprise her.” You vaguely recalled Kiseok inviting you to the event all those years ago, and the vehemence with which you’d refused, knowing better than to show up to Hyemi’s one year anniversary party. Or just in her presence at all.

“I remember you talking about,” you said slowly, trying to hide your anxiety over his bringing this up now of all times. “Did she throw a tantrum because you forgot something?” At this, and the edge of contempt that had leaked into your voice, he finally looked your way. Confusion and was that offense in his eyes, making your stomach ache worse.

“No,” he said firmly, almost like a reprimand. “She was so happy, she didn’t stop smiling the whole night. She always did have a beautiful smile…” He looked at you and frowned again. “Why would you say something like that about her?” You let your mouth drop open as you sat up to gape at him.

“Are you kidding me? Kiesok, after all the shit she said and did to me, I think I’m allowed.” You sighed. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Let’s go dance.” As you stood, you noticed Kiseok didn’t make a single move to follow, frown still fixed on you. “What now?”

“Hyemi was right.” You froze, blood turned to ice by those three words.

“About what?” You hedged.

“She said you were probably insecure about us, that you might not fully trust me after everything. Seems she was right.” If you had been frozen before, you were numb to the core now. Kiseok had always been blunt, never one to hide his true thoughts, not even where you were concerned. Usually, you were grateful for his honesty, but this…

“When did she say that?” Silence, and a new thought you had been fighting back reared it’s head. “Jung Kiseok, did you talk to Hyemi recently?”

“I didn’t meet up with her on purpose if that’s what you mean,” he defended. “I was at a cafe during a break last week, and ran into her. That’s all.”

“Doesn’t sound like that’s all that happened,” you muttered, trying not to sound too hurt.

“Well, she asked to talk, said she wanted to apologize for everything.” You scoffed.

“And you let her?”

“Jagi, nothing happened.” It was now that you heard the slur of alcohol in his voice, remembered that now was probably not the time for this conversation, but nothing could make a liar out of your boyfriend. Something had happened with that woman, and if you didn’t ask him now, you would never have the courage again.

“Kiseok. What did she say? Tell me the truth. Please.” Your voice was so quiet, if he hadn’t been sitting so close, he could’ve missed your words. But even in his inebriated state, he must have picked up on the strained look on your face. So he sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking anywhere but you.

“She walked by the table I was at, stopped. Asked if we could talk about what happened between us, said that was it. So I said okay, figured I could let her get it out because she needed closure, I don’t know. We talked for a little while, about what happened, about why I broke things off with her. About us.” He glanced at you, then away. “She wasn’t always so bad you know. When we started dating, she was sweet and fun to be with. She was like that again that day. Said she was just crazy, because she liked me a lot and was worried about you getting between us.” You listened in disbelief to his words, a knot of worry you always kept carefully tucked away rising up to tie up your insides. You weren’t sure what you felt, but you knew it wasn’t good.

“If she was so good,” you heard yourself saying, but you couldn’t stop the words, “maybe you should just go back to her.” And you snatched your purse, before shoving your way out of the club.

For the next few days, you completely ignored all communications from Kiseok, or anyone else in AOMG for that matter. You knew it was probably ridiculous, and perhaps more than a little childish, but you couldn’t help it. Ever since that night at the party, you had been overwhelmed by some of the darker thoughts you usually filed to the back of your mind.

You hated admitting that anything Hyemi might have said to Kiseok was true, but there was no denying you were insecure about a lot of things. When you had started dating him, you couldn’t fight back the thoughts and worries that maybe he still liked Hyemi. They’d dated for quite a while, after all, and you had seen the way he looked at her when they weren’t arguing. He had always assured you he’d been over her for a while, that things were done and he only cared about you now. And you hadn’t been so sure.

The feeling that something had been off with Kiseok had been bothering you for weeks before the incident at the club. He had been even busier than usual, slower to reply to your messages and texts, and more absent than he’d ever been. You knew his life was a demanding one, and that it often meant you didn’t have as much time together as you would’ve liked, but even when he was home, it felt like he wasn’t. You hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was off, something was wrong. And now you couldn’t get rid of the thought that perhaps he still loved Hyemi. You didn’t doubt that Kiseok held affection for you, but it seemed what he felt for her might run deeper, that he might miss her more than he was letting on.

That it might be enough to make him leave again, and go back to her.

And maybe that was for the best. If he was just going to be miserable and miss her underneath it all, wouldn’t it be better to just end things now rather than let the charade continue?

Before you could get any further into your downward spiral, there was a knock on your apartment’s door. Jerking up from your couch where you’d been lounging, you stared at the door from down the front hall. Who the hell would be at your house at this time in the evening? If it was Kiseok, you’d just ignore him. Again.

With a sigh, you pulled yourself up and walked cautiously toward the door. A peek through the eyehole revealed not your boyfriend, but his labelmate and your friend, Seunghwa. It was rare to see the reclusive producer out of his natural studio habitat, or at anything other than an AOMG event. If he had bothered coming all the way to your apartment, something must be up. You contemplated ignoring him like you’d planned to do anyway, but what Seunghwa actually done to you? The worst he could do was try to convince you to talk to Kiseok, but you could just smile and nod your way through that and then do nothing. Great plan.

Seunghwa looked up when the door opened to reveal you in sweats and a hoodie, messy hair in a ponytail. Definitely not standard gear for you. You were suddenly incredibly conscious of your outfit as his critical eyes swept over you. It wasn’t like you’d been expecting visitors.

“Um, hi,” you finally blurted, just to break the silence. He met your eyes then, face a mixture of concern and determination.

“__, can I come in? We need to talk.” You opened your mouth, about to object and turn him away, then sighed again. He didn’t deserve to be treated like you’d planned to treat Kiseok. So you stepped aside and let him come in. You tried not to be offended with the way his eyes looked over your apartment, like he’d expected to find something worse than its nearly spotless interior.

“So, why do we need to talk?” You asked, wasting no time getting straight to the point. You didn’t miss how he rolled his eyes as he joined you on the couch.

“__, you’ve been ignoring everyone since the night you walked out on Kiseok at the club. We’re worried about you.” He hesitated. “He is too, you know.” You bristled.

“Is that what this is about? He sent you over here to check on me and report back, right? Well you can tell him I’m doing just damn fine without him, and it’s not any of his business.” Seunghwa shook his head.

“You always did like jumping to conclusions. It’s a bad habit.” You stuck your tongue out but said nothing, but at least it got him to lose the frown for a smile. “Like I said, you’ve ignored everyone. Including me. I just wanted to make sure you aren’t dead.” You shifted on the couch, curling in on yourself a little more, away from him.

“Well, you’ve clearly seen that I’m doing fine. So you can go now,” you told him stiffly. This earned you another brotherly sigh from him.

“Sure, you’re not dead, but I don’t think you’re ‘doing fine’ either. __ what happened that night? You’ve had your fair share of deserved outbursts, but you were never one for dramatics like that.” You gave him silence in exchange for his concern, contemplating your options. If it was anyone else, you probably would’ve told them to fuck the fuck off, but it was Seunghwa. In the years you’d known each other, the two of you had become almost as close as you and Kiseok. He was the one person you trusted more than your supposed lover. Even if you told him what had really been on your mind, and he told Kiseok, what would you be saying that you wouldn’t to Kiseok? You were just too chicken to say it to his face. So you took a deep breath, and told him everything.

Seunghwa was quiet as you poured out your heart. You told him everything, from how you’d felt at the start of your relationship with Kiseok, how the feelings had lingered but been ignored, how they’d risen to haunt you again recently, all the way to what had happened at the club that night. By the end you were fighting down tears, and doing anything but looking at him.

“I don’t want to break up with him, Seunghwa,” you admitted finally, voice hoarse with barely concealed sorrow. You twisted the hem of your sweatshirt nervously between your fingers, afraid of his judgement, of your feelings, of the future - of everything. “I love him, I really do. But if he still loves her more, if she’s what would make him happy… How can I hold him back from that? How could I have been doing that this whole time?” Your fingers stilled as Seunghwa covered them with his own. You let him, silently welcoming his gesture of comfort.

“I understand why you’re feeling like this. Kiseok and Hyemi were together for a while. But I think you might be overthinking this. He loves you too, you know. He’s just one of the worst people I’ve ever met at showing it. People probably think you’re dating Hyuk Woo just because he’s more openly affectionate with you than Kiseok.” You couldn’t help a small giggle at that. It dissolved quickly though, erased by the thoughts that had been circling your head the last few days. You gave Seunghwa’s hand a squeeze before pulling away.

“Maybe I am. But… I don’t know what to think, what to do. I’m not ready to talk to him, Seunghwa. I’m sorry.” Your friend gave you a comforting smile and this time he squeezed your shoulder.

“That’s okay. I’m glad you still feel okay talking to me at least. It’s not good to keep all these things to yourself, you know?” You nodded quietly. “Good. I gotta head back, but I’m glad to know you’re still hanging on. I’ll bring you some take out or something later if you’re still up when I get done, okay?”

“Sure. Thanks Seunghwa.” Then with a last smile, he was gone out your door, leaving you again with the old thoughts and the new, and even more confusion than you’d had before.

It was almost a full week before you heard from anyone at AOMG again. Seunghwa had been the only one to keep up any sort of contact, though it was sporadic at best. You knew from him that the guys were getting ready to do some sort of schedule stuff again, and things were hectic. Even so, you appreciated his words of assurance and encouragement when you could get them. You still weren’t sure you were ready to talk to Kiseok about it all, but you were getting there.

But it seemed Seunghwa had his own opinions about that.

One night, as you were stumbling up the stairs to your door after a night out with your girlfriends, you were surprised to find your door unlocked. The key you normally kept hidden atop the doorframe was sitting inside on the table by the door, and that set your heart racing. The idea that you had forgotten to lock it was one thing, but the key meant someone had come in on purpose. And they could be trying to rob you, and that meant the possibility they were armed.

If they’re trying to take anything, I’ll just give it to them, you decided as you crept toward your living room. And then stopped cold upon seeing just who your late night guest was.

“Kiseok?” You asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” The man in question stood from where he’d been sitting on the edge of your couch. He looked worse for wear. Had he been sleeping in the studio again? Was he eating okay? You pushed the questions away as he took a few tentative steps toward you.

“__,” he started softly, while you stared at him like a deer in headlights, “Seunghwa told me what you said to him the other night.” You shifted uneasily. You’d had a feeling that might happen.

“Oh,” you said intelligently. “That, uh, that was kind of a while ago.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to come talk to you sooner, but he told me to give you a few days. And I wasn’t even sure what I would say to you, especially since you seemed so determined to forget I existed.” Your stomach swirled guiltily at that, at the desperate edge to his voice.

“You don’t have to say anything, really. Just tell me what’s going to happen to us.” You weren’t quite sure why those were the words to come out of your mouth, but as you said them, you knew they were the right ones. You were tired of running in circles by yourself trying to figure things out, but you didn’t really want to have a long talk with him about it. You just wanted a clear answer. Yes or no, thank you, and then you’d deal with the consequences. Kiseok slipped his hand under your chin and tilted your face so he could look you in the eye.

“‘What’s going to happen to us’? Why, do you think we’re going to break up?” Your gaze shifted away from him and he tightened his grip a fraction. “Look at me, __. Is that what you think? What you want?” He swallowed. “Do you want to break up with me?”

“N-no,” you finally admitted, voice barely audible even in the stillness of your living room. “Why the hell would I ever want to break up with you?” He sighed, and it almost sounded relieved.

“Good. Because we’re not breaking up, alright?” Your heart lightened a little at his words and you nodded as much as his hold on your face allowed. He released it to take hold of your hand and lead you to the couch. “Alright, let’s talk. What made you think I’d be breaking up with you?” Your bottom lip secured itself between your teeth as you thought about your answer.

“Hyemi.” His eyebrows rose at that, and you studied your hands as you searched for the words to elaborate without making either of you sound like a jerk. “I thought - I-I have thought for a while that you might still like her. It’s stupid, I know,” you assured as he opened his mouth to object. “But you’ve been so distant lately, and then suddenly you told me you’d met her at that cafe and kept talking about how much of a good person she used to be and whatever...” You trailed off with a sigh. “It just seemed like maybe you’d realized you still loved her, and that being with me was a mistake. That’s all.”

“Jagi,” Kiseok started after a few moments of silence that had your stomach doing flips Jay would be proud of, “I will always have some kind of fondness for Hyemi.” Your gaze darted to his, incredulous. “Not like that. The kind of fondness you have for something good you used to have. Like when you look back at school memories, you know? It’s a part of your life, and there were good times, but you’re glad it’s over. You’ve moved on, grown past it, and now it’s time for something new. It’s time to face the future.” He took your hands again, and looked you seriously in the eye. “I love you. Yeah, I loved Hyemi once too, but that’s the past. It’s done, and it’s gone. You don’t ever have to worry about that, okay?”

“Okay,” you managed, smiling shakily. Sighing heavily, he tugged you closer until he could pull you tight against him.

“I’m sorry I made you worry.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” you whispered. He grinned and placed a soft kiss against your lips.

“You’re allowed to have whatever feelings you want. Just promise me that next time you have them, you’ll talk to me about it, okay? I mean Seunghwa is great, but I’m your boyfriend. I want you to be able to talk to me about stuff, too.”

“What if you’re in the studio?” You giggled at the thoughtful expression on his face as he pretended to think it over. It faltered slightly when you slapped his arm playfully. “Yah, Jung Kiseok!”

“I’m just teasing, baby. Please, even if I’m in the studio, come talk to me, okay?” You wrapped your arms around him, nodding against his chest.

“I promise I will,” you answered obediently.

The past might be the past, but it was part of you both. And sometimes that meant you had to turn back to face it. But at least you would have Kiseok with you to get through it. At least now, you knew what to do when the ghosts came back to haunt you.

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Like The Tide

[for the Centre Stage exchange (Jimin’s birthday fic fest)]

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Park Jimin Rating: Mature AU: Beach, Surfer Jeongguk, Fisherman Jimin, Strangers to Lover, background Namjoon/Yoongi. Heavily inspired by the Spring Day mv. Warnings for barebacking and recreational drug use. Words: 25k Summary: “Is being mean a hobby of yours or were you born with a stick up your ass?” “Both, actually.”  On an unusually cold Spring, Jimin and Jeongguk meet by the sea.

Beautiful fanart by Pauli here

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“Chilbok.” And again, Namjoon sees the way Jimin leans back in his chair when he answers correctly again. He has gained twenty points for the AUA team now.

“Don’t even think of coming back,” Jimin exclaims, pointing at Namjoon, irritation audible in his voice.

Namjoon knows he’ll have to do a lot of begging later and yet he looks Jimin in his eyes and gets on his knees at Soogeun’s turn, seeing how Jimin clenches his hands into tiny fists and forms a thin line with his beautiful lips. He can’t wait to get on his knees for Jimin later.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon|Park Jimin

Warnings: Explicit

Words: 4704

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The Star

Fandom: Mamamoo Pairing: Wheesa Rating: G Word Count: 1008 Tags: Fluff, flirting, Halloween AU Summary: Hyejin is a psychic who does tarot card readings. Wheein is lost, misguided, and doesn’t know what to do with their life.  A/N: Inspired by this amazing fanart and this prompt. 

Hyejin wasn’t a psychic per se, but she was awfully talented at reading people. Body language, tone of voice, eye movement, clothing—it wasn’t judging people, it was interpreting the way they represented themselves to others. Some people were easy to read because they wanted to be read with ease; others were difficult, whether by voice or not. She took it as a personal challenge to decipher the intrinsic meaning in everyone’s disposition.

That’s why the occupation of a fortune teller was as ideal as it was fun. She happened upon it searching ads in the paper around Halloween time, when the general public’s taste for the enchanted and spooky was high. Hey, if she could turn profit from doing what she did every day anyway, she was there in a heartbeat.

Shifts were short and really only at nighttime when the curious folk dabbled around the town. Tipsy friends and love drunk couples were her favorite. They came for a good time, to laugh at the silliness of a psychic reading their life story through a deck of tarot cards, and to make snarky, playful comments about the other’s fantastical life. Couples, of course, always wanted to know if their love would last. A softie at heart, Hyejin couldn’t always tell the truth.

The money was awesome, but Hyejin loved the culture and experience. Her psychic tent was part of a mystics fair downtown that was only open on Friday and Saturday nights. Stars and moons, gold and silver, tassels and shimmer—the fair was gorgeous and whimsical. Her tent was decorated in crystals and galaxy tapestries. Naturally, she had the crushed velvet tablecloth draped over a small, round table with a massive crystal ball as the centerpiece. She wore jewel tones and heavy makeup, and even filed her nails to a vampy, stiletto point.

On All Hallow’s Eve, Hyejin was visited by a distraught woman with a lovely temperament. She was calm but bubbly, spoke gently but with intention, and had the most amazing, full-faced smile. She introduced herself as Wheein. She came to a psychic because she felt misguided and lost with her life. Typically, Hyejin would play up the enchanted, psychic vibes by wiggling her fingers at the crystal ball and pretending to read hidden messages in the incense smoke, but Wheein seemed to genuinely want guidance.

“This is known as the Celtic Cross spread. This is used to assess yourself and the situation with which you surround yourself,” Hyejin explained, internally grinning at Wheein’s adorable, attentive face. “Put your energy into the cards.”

As Wheein chose her cards and laid them in the pattern Hyejin instructed, she sucked in a deep, worried breath. Hyejin immediately interpreted Wheein as a usually successful woman who often got what she wanted through both hard work and charm; the girl likely fell into an unfortunate circumstance that caused a momentary setback. As Wheein flipped over the cards one by one, Hyejin’s initial thoughts were affirmed.

“Card one represents the present. It reflects your state of mind and your perception of your situation,” Hyejin explained. “The Star. The woman on the card holds two containers of water. She pours the water out to nourish the earth and to continue the cycle of fertility… the other container pours the water onto dry land in five rivulets, representing the five senses… one foot on the ground, representing her practical abilities and good common sense, and the other foot in the water, representing her intuition and inner resources, and listening to her inner voice.”

After a while of explaining the cards as they were alone and together, a story unfolded. A young woman with keen intuition and impervious practicality suffering from a lack of inspiration in her daily life, which snowballed into resentment and lack of ambition. A classic case of apathy towards the brightness of life. When the relationship card was revealed, it stated hardship or heartbreak. Hyejin, curious for unprofessional reasons, inquired.

“I see… an absence of romance—”

Bashful, Wheein said, “I recently got out of a relationship with—”

“Well, he was a loser to dump you!” Hyejin added pointedly.

“She,” Wheein laughed awkwardly. “She was a loser in general.”

“Ahhh~” Hyejin tried to muffled the excitement in her tone. Jeez, who was she to take advantage of her patrons?! This pretty girl sought her services for advice, and here she was prodding for information. Still, she couldn’t stop the slip of her tongue, “So, you’re gay?”

“Uh… yeah…” Wheein admitted, albeit hesitantly.

Hyejin made a tiny, chipper noise of amusement and carried on with the tarot reading. Wheein’s energy shifted to something more guarded, and Hyejin repeatedly kicked herself for poking at an obvious sore spot in Wheein’s life. Couldn’t be helped, she figured, since Hyejin was an insatiable flirt and Wheein was definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent her type.

As they chatted through the succeeding cards, Wheein’s body language grew more welcoming and receptive. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Hyejin could’ve swore Wheein was reciprocating Hyejin’s kittenish mannerisms and shameless compliments.

“Card seven is the advice card. It sorts through the message of all the other cards to provide a recommendation for what approach to take to tackle your challenges,” Hyejin said. “Oh look! The Lovers. Which leads to the outcome, card ten.”

Wheein pulled a confused expression. Did the fortune teller just skip from card seven to card ten? What about eight and nine? Hyejin asked to hold Wheein’s hand as she hovered her her free hand over the crystal ball mystically. After several seconds of doing this, Hyejin nodded like she had found the answers to all of the world’s problems.

She squeezed Wheein’s hand to capture her full attention and stared into the depths of Wheein’s eyes. With a flirty smile, she said, “If you let me take you out to dinner, I’ll make all of your problems go away, my shooting star.”

Blushing, Wheein stuttered, “B-but, what’s my outcome? What’s card ten?”

“Rubbing her thumb along the ridge of Wheein’s knuckles, Hyejin replied, “Strength.”

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Jin took a deep breath, then stepped into the cafe for the first time since it was completely finished, decorated, and stocked for the grand opening coming soon. 

He had come alone.

It was a sunny day, warm but with a pleasant breeze, and he took a moment to soak in the way the sunlight seemed to glow on every surface it could reach; the little succulents he had carefully place throughout the shop, the antique tea cups and pots adorning shelves on the walls, all the different machines behind the counter. 

His heart swelled at the sight.

He stepped in, and basked in the feeling of running his hands along the counter, in slowly pulling out coffee beans and the tools needed to make a fresh cup of coffee - the first one that would be made here, in his new cafe. 

His cafe. He couldn’t help the small rush of pride and delight at the thought.

He went through the process, motions practiced and at ease in this environment, and sighed with utter contentment when he finally sat down with a steaming cup in his hands. He knew he still needed to finish up the training of the new baristas, still needed to finalize the menu, make sure everything was perfect and in check. Needed to add just a touch of pink to the place - nothing flashy or outrageous, but a subtle, classy sort of pink. 

He giggled. 

He’d figure it all out. Everything was so close to being finished. And then… then he was the boss man, and if he decided to show up in a bright ass pink apron for the last day of training and announce that they would all have to wear ones just like it (which was, of course, not true), just to startle the new employees and give them a taste of the glorious days to come working under him… well, that was his prerogative. 

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Namjoon's a single father with agoraphobia. Seokjin's a single father with a demanding job. Both are struggling to be good parents.

Or

The time five-year-old Taehyung kidnaps five-year-old Jungkook...because, "We have the same last name, so we're brothers."

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Dean

In Case someone wanted a more godamned organized list!

Fluff-

Lovable Mornings

Stress Reliever

Parents

All Tangled Up

Smut -

A Christmas Present

Shut Up!!!

Dramatic

Early Bird Catches The Worm

Etc-

Dance // Angst

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exo_baekhyun | HOAX pt.9

Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.

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Requested by anon

pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 2.9K

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… As it has been said in a song series 04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you know” - But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD a/n: I’m sorry this is not properly beta-read.

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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part.8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 ]

Only then he notices the car’s door open for him and Jongdae steps out after seeing him do so as well.

The night is dark and the drive to the condo Baekhyun knows from childhood’s something he rather not be doing. He likes even less since he had to cancel a date with you for this.

“Baek, no one likes to be called here”, Jongdae speaks up by his side, seeing his friend’s grumpy mood, “But we caused a mess in the organization. You think Mr. Kim would sit back and do nothing? Really?”

“His son caused this, not us.”

“You’re really going with that? Really?” Jongdae scoffs, “C’mon you’re smarter than this.” 

With a brusque move, Baekhyun, who had been staring out the dark tinted car window, turns to look at his friend seated beside him. 

“We’re doing everything better than before. The goods are much better than before, our business is secured, no rats, the cops are tamed. We fixed everything single thing” Baekhyun rants on, “If he wants to lose everything just he should just put that brat in his place and get over with it. He should see how many men will stay just for pure devotion to his family name and how many will waltz over to us.”

“Baek...”, Jongdae starts with a warning, “Promise me that even if Junmyeon provokes, you won’t pick a fight”, Baekhyun looks away, “Promise me!”

“Yeah, I guess”, Baekhyun careless answer with a wave of his hand has Jongdae sighing in frustration and worry.

When the car stops and the car’s doors are open for them, Baekhyun finds his other friends are there as well, waiting for him. Minseok seems worried and they greet each other briefly before walking down the path to the main door of the house.

“What is it?” Jongdae asks

“I don’t know” Minseok speaks up, “Everyone’s there”

“You mean..”

“Everyone, Baek.”

When the door opens Baekhyun walks in the house, sided by Minseok and Jongdae watchful eyes.

“My son!” Mr. Kim comes up to him with a proudful smile, extending his arms towards Baekhyun.

Jongdae and Minseok stop in place and Baekhyun is suspicious and much too aware of Suho’s burning glare directed to him. But, still he meets Mr. Kim where the old man stops and stay still as the man wraps an arm around his shoulders, bringing Baekhyun closer to him in a demonstration of affection and walking him deeper inside the house where the others were waiting, Jongade and Minseok followed short behind.

“I was worried you might not show up after all”

Baekhyun took the seat immediately at Mr. Kim’s right side. An honorable place that used to belong to the currently thumb-sucking Suho who’s sitting farther down the table.

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You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Chanyeol waiting for you somewhere close to school just so the two of you could have some time to be together. Your friend excused herself and you enjoyed your time with him and this time you forgot to look at Baekhyun while Chanyeol took the time to sit on the desk beside yours to keep on the conversation, leaving only when the teacher arrived.

“They really look good together”, Baekhyun hears sees the boy sitting next to him pointing at you and Chanyeol, talking to his friend.

“I heard they’re going to college together,” the other replies.

“I wish I could get a girlfriend too~”

Baekhyun couldn’t avoid the bitterness that bit him right there. As if something bit him, stirring some kind of anger he didn’t mean to indulge. It wasn’t true anyway. Baekhyun knows you’re much too focused on something else. Dating isn’t something you’d want.

He saw Chanyeol looking at you during class, Baekhyun wishes he could tell Chanyeol to piss off, stay away from you, but… Between them, Chanyeol would be the right choice for you. That doesn’t make Baekhyun feel any better about it.

“But, when they started going out?” A girl asked another and Baekhyun just couldn’t ignore the conversation as he usually does.

“Remember when they arrived together when we visited that other city during the trip? I heard that was their first date”, the girls squeal.

“Chanyeol is perfect. Y/n’s so lucky!” The other replies and Baekhyun manages to ignore whatever nonsense they add after that.

Baekhyun doesn’t think Chanyeol is perfect, but better than him in some ways. At least, he doesn’t have a mafia association to consider when he’s with you. He’s the selfish bastard who put your life on the line just because he can’t let go, not just yet.

If he chooses to accept Mr. Kim’s proposal to take the seat as the second-in-command being with you would be impossible, if someone found out… Someone dangerous. Baekhyun knows how careless he’s being, Jongdae warned him again and again while he played innocent when he shouldn’t.

“The person you’re dating-”, Mr. Kim said the night before during a private conversation while they walked through the garden while Baekhyun kept his breath held in his throat.

It wasn’t a surprise Mr. Kim would know about you, but he was worried what the man would say next.

“For now, it’s an advice, son. I know you care about her”, Mr. Kim turned to look at Baekhyun and placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at his adopted son’s eyes meaningfully.

“You gotta make up your mind. You either make her yours or don’t let her be a way to get to you when things get ugly”, Mr. Kim squeezed Baekhyun’s shoulder tightly, “You might not see me as a father, specially after what happened to your mother, but think about what happened and ask yourself… Are you willing to let the same thing happen?”

The answer is easy. He would never let anything happen to you, it’s not that you’re a way to him, it’s the other way around. To get to you he’d stupid enough to put himself in the line, obviously that’s Mr. Kim’s biggest worry. Maybe he should let you be.

That was enough to stir him up some more and before the class was over, he dismissed himself. He found himself standing before the vending machine. The others had stepped aside for him while he just stood there, playing with the money in his hand. Classes were dismissed, he supposed to meet you now, at the usual place.

When he snapped to reality he got something he knows you like and something for himself before walking away. Deciding to put any of those thoughts aside, of course people would talk about you and Chanyeol, the two of you supposed to take care of the group during the trip.

“Hey! Hyung!” Sehun greeted his friend and Baekhyun stopped as the other jogged to him right wearing his PE uniform all sweaty and dirty, “Where are you going? Can we have lunch together? Can I have this?”

Sehun reaches for your favorite drink, but Baekhyun shoves his in Sehun’s hand instead.

“I have to meet someone now. Go take a bath, you’re really stinking”, Sehun looks disappointed at the drink in his hand and looks thoughtfully at Baekhyun.

“Can I come over to play later? Your TV’s better than the one in my room...”

Sehun’s voice fades out into the distance as Baekhyun listens to someone else talking. The boiling anger inside him reacted before he could stop himself. The voice of his classmate again, the same boy who sits next to him.

It’s maddening how his heart beats so hurtfully against his chest, scratching its way up his throat just so he can’t breathe. A high-pitched, deafening noise buzzes in his ear. It seems like reality has folded itself in two and he delved into the worse version of it.

‘No.’, the word is drawn in big, bold letters in his head even though his heart and his whole body shakes, his thoughts are certain and definitive, ‘No. It’s not true.’ Baekhyun tells himself, stating a simple fact. His mind is what stops him from letting himself be taken by that desperation that has already taken the rest of his body.

Baekhyun knows you better than any of these stupid kids, so of course they’re lying. Before he knows it, he’s gripping the kid by the collar of his uniform's shirt and pulling the scared kid up close to him. The hurt in his eyes is taken by anger, that’s it! The reason why he’s body is running wild in adrenaline right now is anger. His image, the image he’s been keeping just for the sake of you. That’s gone, he can’t remember how to act in any other way.

“Who the fuck you think you are?”, he growls on the kid’s face.

He knows everyone's gathering around him, his knuckles are white and he can see the kid’s face run pale and his eyes glazed with fear seeing the fearsome face the infamous Baekhyun twisted in anger directed at him like this. No one wants to get on Baekhyun’s bad side, never.

Sehun tries a step closer. “Stay away, Sehun”, his voice is enough to make the younger stop in his tracks and Baekhyun turns to his classmate again, “I said”, Baekhyun’s voice is low and dangerous, “—who the fuck you think you are?” His pale white teeth grinds and the boy gulps down.

“I– I’m– I’m sorry, Baekhyun! I meant it”, the voice of his classmates trembles in fear trying to find in Baekhyun’s eyes some forgiveness in the middle of all the wilderness that makes him so scary, 

Sehun steps away and pulls his phone quickly, with his hands sweaty and unsteady is a hard task to make a simple call, Baekhyun’s hold gets dangerously tight around the younger boy’s throat, cutting his air supply.

“Speak properly!”

“I’m– sor—sorry–”

“You think I want your apology? You should apologize to Y/n not to me! Shit!”, the boy seemed to say something to set Baekhyun at some kind of peace, but bit his tongue, afraid, “Why did you say that about Y/n?”

“I didn’t I swe–”, before the boy could say much else he was stumbling back against the stairs behind him, he wouldn’t fall if Baekhyun didn’t push him again.

It’s not like the boy couldn’t fight for himself, it’s not how it looks like, but who would put up a fight against Baekhyun when everyone knew who he is and where he’s from? 

“Cut the bullshit!”, the boy stood up again, slowly, carefully, head hanging low in hopes that would make Baekhyun stop coming for him, but couldn’t stop trembling and it only worsen when Baekhyun stepped closer to him, “Be honest! Try it again!”

“I heard about it when I walked in the school today–”, the boy starts carefully, holding himself together for any advance from Baekhyun, “—the others were talking about it, so I just–”

“So you just didn’t mind in spreading this bullshit too? I should break your–”

Sehun’s eyes grow two sizes the moment Baekhyun has his hand on his classmate, he can’t understand the reason why Baekhyun was making such a fuss because of something everyone already knew. Why does it matter if you’re dating Chanyeol? Everyone seemed to cheer for that, much like they would cheer for their favorite couple in a TV show.

“Baek, stop!” Jongdae is breathless as he runs to his best friend, Minseok reaches him first, pulling away from the other boy who could barely put up a fight.

“What are you doing?” Minseok asks and Baekhyun shakes him away from his body.

“It wasn’t me-”, the boy tries again, Eyes wide open, as Baekhyun jolts toward him again and Jongdae helps Minseok hold him back this time.

“That’s enough”, Jongdae says

“It wasn’t me, I swear!” The boy tries again and Minseok motions for the boy to just leave.

“Why does he care so much?” Someone whispers to another.

“It’s like a stalker. Really. Y/n should be careful.”

“Like a psycho or something.”

Jongdae disperses the crowd and orders one of the Baekhyun and the boy’s classmate to take him to the nurse.

“We should go home-”, Minseok tries to reason with Baekhyun, but he pushes Minseok away when he sees you somewhere in the crowd and feels the tint of shame inside of him, under all of that suppressed anger. He promised himself you wouldn’t see him like that again. 

“Baekhyun!” You call after him even though there are some students in the corridor and, of course, they look, “Byun Baekhyun! Wait!”

He keeps walking fast and you have to run to catch up with him, but it’s not until the two of you are alone when he finds an empty classroom that he stops and drags you inside.

Baekhyun closes the door while you stand there, against the wall, not even knowing what to say anymore. You watch him stand before you and your eyes search for his, worried and hesitant as you see the anger dissipating.

Shame is the first thing that goes by when he turns to you, he never meant for you to see him like that. All that anger just… Seem to disappear now that he sees you here, all that restless feeling just simply goes away. He should’ve known better than this.

You work like magic, just being there with him is enough. He couldn’t bear the thought of Chanyeol. Even now thinking about it makes him hate the stupid guy who said it, the girls spreading rumors. 

“Why did you do that? What if you get expelled?” Baekhyun chuckles and that smile that belongs only to him, sweet and mischievous, pulls the corner of his lips into a smile as well.

“Hey! You really think they’d do this? Did you forget who I am?” You click your tongue playfully, crossing your arms between the two of you

“You really think you’re unbeatable, don’t you?”

“Me? Y/n, that’s an old concept”, he wouldn’t remind you that you’ve managed to change that concept easily not too long ago.

The old Baekhyun wouldn’t really stand up for anyone who’s not part of his feared group of close friends. He pulls your arms free, his smile growing wider, not minding to smile openly at you anymore.

“Besides, how could I just let someone speak like that about you?”

“What were they saying anyway?”

Baekhyun chuckle, amused by the bitter thought. “They said you’re dating Chanyeol.”

Baekhyun leans against the wall behind him, pulling you along with him. He doesn’t know what or how you’d say and settle his feelings down, but the distant look in your eyes wasn’t a good start. Your expression changes and your smiles simply disappears from your lips, he could hear the echo of his heartbeat in drumming in his eyes as he saw you look down between the two of you.

You look everywhere but him and it’s almost like he knows what you gonna say. An invisible hand suddenly takes a firm hold on his heart, he can hear, but can feel how it struggles to beat. It’s suffocating.

“He... wasn’t lying, Baek.”, you look up and him carefully. Baekhyun focused on the way his heart seemed to beat as fast as it could just so it could free itself from the deadly grip.

A bitter, strangled laugh leaves Baekhyun’s lips and he leans his head against the wall. His empty laughter fills the empty room even though it’s not loud, Baekhyun closes his eyes and covers them with his hand as you step away from him. Tears sting painfully behind his eyelids and he can’t show them to you, he won’t.

He never felt so drained out of energy, so beat up and tired. Him, it had to be him. Chanyeol of all people. Him.

“I’m sorry”, Baekhyun chuckles at his own misery and tries not to think of how soothing your voice sounds.

The tone of assertiveness in the apology doesn’t seem like regret. Baekhyun knows regret and begging as most people would come out with in a moment like this. But, of course, you wouldn’t.

It’s the first time Baekhyun feels his heart being crushed, it’s worst than anything. He can’t compare with something, he just knows there’s nothing that could be any worst than this. Why does he have to love you so much? Why did let himself? Why didn’t he stop? But he knew from the beginning, didn’t he? All addiction end the same way.

Baekhyun swallows hard and feels his throat dry.

“Then?” He asks with his heart pounding painfully. It’s hurting, it hurts bad and he wants to hate you, to be utterly angry at you. Baekhyun wants to attatch himself to the tough that this is for the best. You’re safe with Chanyeol. With him, you could end up…

“I can’t let you go”

Your words doesn’t really get to him, they don’t add up as if they’ve been said in a foreign language. Slowly, with a frown so deep his eyebrows almost meet and tremble, working his brain around the meaning of them. Baekhyun opens his eyes, trying to see through the numbing pain and the remaining tears.

“What?” His voice is hoarse, but he didn’t cry.

“It’s not that I can’t decide”, you explain and thought your voice is not cold nor empty, it’s not the one he’s used to, because you’re holding back, “I just can’t let you go either. Not Chanyeol, nor you. I’m sorry.”

“So you want me? You still want me?” He shouldn’t be saying this, not like this with a pathetic happiness overlapping all the right feelings he should have right now. This pathetic Baekhyun happens to appear naturally before you.

-

⇽ part 8 | part 10 ⇾

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Goodbye Lilac - Smoljean

Chapter 3 is up!!

Read it on AO3!! Please leave kudos and comments if you wanna!

Summary: The Language of Lilacs: Emotions of First Love, Youthful Innocence, A Reminder of an Old Love, Mourning.

To Taehyung, love is synonymous with his family and a very special boy, but nothing more than that. He's going to learn, the hard way, that it encompasses much, much more than what it should.

(aka the sequel to "Bring On the Sunshine" and a fic where yoongi, jimin, taehyung and jungkook all deal with their respective first loves and learn to let go.)

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dance break ( E )

↬ summary: what happens when you decide to sit in on your boyfriend's dance practice. 

↬ genre: smut. that's it.

↬ pairing: yoo kihyun x reader

↬ word count: 2.5k

a/n: i'm a sinner and it was after 2am, i have no excuse for this

  Lip clenched between your teeth and posture rigid, it took everything in you to keep control of yourself as you watched your boyfriend and his six other band mates go through another round of their newest choreography. It was bad enough that the dance itself had the perfect amount of semi-indecent hip movements and other moves that would have all the fangirls fainting, but even worse that you'd been subjected to them more than your fair share as they practiced. True, you could've left already and come back later, but then how could you keep claim to your title as Supportive Girlfriend?

All this, unfortunately, meant you were stuck watching as the boys dipped, whirled and rolled their way through the dance several more times before a break was called, and you had to fight a losing battle against your rampant libido. The second the music cut off, there was a unanimous groan, and then seven sweaty bodies began to drift towards bottles of water and the practice room doors seeking relief from their exertion. One among them, however, made its way to you instead, a hand moving up to shove sweat-drenched locks away from his forehead.

“Hey! Thanks for coming to see our practice.” Despite practically dripping with sweat and still working to catch his breath, Kihyun’s smile was genuine as he came to sit beside you. You handed him the water bottle you'd been guarding and he took a few swigs gratefully as you watched, trying to ignore the line of his throat as he gulped it down.

“Of course. You know I'm always happy to come support my favorite boys.” You kept your tone light even as he swapped the bottle for a towel you offered him, and began to carefully dab at his face and neck. If there was one thing to be said about Yoo Kihyun it was that he certainly knew how to take care of himself. When he was satisfied, he leaned over to drop the towel on the floor next to you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he pulled back.

“My girlfriend is the best,” he quipped, looking absurdly proud of this fact. You shoved his shoulder in embarrassment, glad none of the guys seemed to pay you two any mind.

“My boyfriend's a dork,” you shot back, earning a shove in return that had you giggling as you attempted to dodge his attack. Though he was among the shortest in the group, he still had several inches on you, and was able to easily capture your rambunctious hands, trapping them against his chest so you couldn't retaliate. With your palms flat beneath his, you were forced to lean closer so as not to strain your arms too much, and you could feel just how heated the practice had made his skin. The warmth and closeness made your own skin flush, the hint of the earlier flame that had sparked in you while watching him reared its head. Biting your lip again, you tilted your head innocently as you asked, “How long is your break?”

“We've been at it since this morning so this break will probably be a bit longer… Why? Do you wanna go get something to eat?” For all his charms and flirty airs with fans, sometimes your boyfriend was adorably naive. Not interested in spelling out what you wanted with words, you gently slid your hands out from under his, following the lines of his body over his shirt. Down, down, until your hands passed from cotton to denim, and rested just below his hips. You let them linger there, shifting to use his thighs as leverage so you could lean up, body hovering over his as your lips met his ear.

“I'm not exactly hungry for lunch, jagi,” you whispered, pulling back just far enough to slide your lips across his cheek, stopping shy of his own so you could look him in the eye. You were pleasantly surprised to see his expression had darkened, pupils blown wide as he stared back.

“Is that so?” He leaned forward a few centimeters, bringing you two even closer together but still not quite allowing either of you to make contact aside from your heated palms still hovering on his thighs. You nodded and hummed an agreement, one hand dropping off his leg to grab his where it rested on the practice room floor.

“Yeah. It is.”

His fingers wrapped around yours, and then he was pulling you to standing with him. Wasting no further time, he tugged you along out the doors of the practice room, and into one of the empty vocal training rooms. You heard the snap of the lock more than you saw Kihyun lock it, only really able to make out his dim outline in the semi-darkness since neither of you had hit the light switch. You squeaked in surprise when his hands grabbed your hips, pinning you to the door, but offered no other complaints when his mouth finally met yours. Almost on instinct your arms draped across his neck, fingers winding into the dark strands at the back of his head.

When he finally let you pull way your lungs were burning and your lips were swollen. But your only respite was not having his lips on yours, it seemed, as Kihyun barely paused for a moment before his mouth traveled down your throat to the dip of your collar bones, leaving a nip on your pulse point along the way. At the same time, his knee found its place between your own, shoving them apart to press against your lower half through your jeans, a low groan sounding in your throat at the contact. You could've sworn you felt him smirk against your skin.

His lips focused on marking the skin around your neck and chest while his hands drifted up from your hips to your shoulders, urging your sweatshirt to slide from your shoulders. When you'd shrugged the garment off, his fingers slid along your newly exposed skin to lift the hem of your tank top. He pulled away just long enough for you to yank it off, and to your surprise he followed it with your bra a second later. Apparently this was not going to be a slow love-making session.

A sound almost like a growl escaped him, but his hands and lips were on you again before you could say anything. While his mouth worked a new bruise into the tender skin near your left ear and his hands slid across your stomach to grasp your breasts, he pushed his knee up against your clothed core, making you groan as the contact rubbed against the growing ache between your legs.

“Still hungry, baby? Or are you gonna be greedy?” Rather than try to form words from the breathy moans escaping you as his hands massaged your tits rather aggressively, you lowered yourself onto his thigh. Thank god, you thought deliriously, the boys had decided on a mock dress rehearsal today, meaning Kihyun had worn those sinful jeans of his, slashed in such a way that rather than meeting another layer of denim, your growing need came into direct contact with the heat of his skin. Your moan this time was drawn out, almost a sob of his name. Then he started moving beneath you and words became impossible.

For a few minutes you left your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, head tilted back against the door as your eyes had long since slammed shut as you lost yourself to the slowly building pleasure oozing its way through your body. Kihyun's hands had moved to your hips to help move you against him, eyes fixated on the pleasured twist of your features.

“Feel good?” He whispered and you did your best to nod.

“S-so good,” you managed to groan and he smirked, then stopped, forcibly halting the rutting of your hips against him.

“I have a better idea.” You didn't get to ask for details before his fingers had moved to the high-waisted triple button on your pants. He made swift work of them, then your zipper, before sliding his hand inside. The slick arousal his teasing had worked up in you met his curious fingers and he smirked. “So wet already and we've just gotten started. You must be really wound up, babe.”

“Kihyun,” you whined, one hand reaching up to tug on his hair, “please, don't be an asshole.” He snorted.

“I think you know me better than that.” Once again there was no room for you to retort before he was tugging both your pants and underwear down, down, until you could kick them off yourself.

Feeling it unfair that you were the only one so exposed, you slid your hands to the hem of his shirt, tugging insistently until he grabbed it from you to pull the garment off. You moved the fingers of your other hand deliciously slow from his neck, feeling him shiver when your nails slowly traced the planes of his skin until you reached his waistband. He tensed beneath you, expectant. Except you skipped the obvious path to removing his jeans, instead reaching further down, and dipping your hands into the obscene tears in the denim that left large swathes of his skin exposed. Your raked your nails along what they could reach, and you relished in the way he hissed and released several shuddering breaths above you before grabbing your wrists to halt the motions.

“You're evil,” he gasped, and you smirked.

“Says the guy who made me ride his thigh for like five minutes, half naked, while all he did was watch. You're not the only one who knows how to tease, Kihyunnie.” His grip on your left wrist tightened, and a second later it was pinned up by your head as he leaned in to bite your ear.

“Fine, you want more? I'll give you more,” he growled. With his other hand, he hurried to shove his jeans and boxers out of the way, you watching with interest as his length came free with the action. You heard the sound of tearing foil and watched a second later as the latex rolled its way down his shaft. Who would've ever thought even just putting on a condom could be sexy? But maybe it was the dark, focused expression on his face, so similar to one you saw when he was performing, that had you soaked with the need to have him in you, and soon.

Finally he looked up at you, eyes locked on yours as he reached between your legs, feeling for himself just how badly you wanted him. He didn't look away as he groaned at the slick feeling of his fingers sliding across your folds, teasing you again with just the barest hint of what was to come. He found your clit, pressing his thumb against the nub and rubbing circles to watch your face crumple and breath hitch with the motion, only stopping when you had started panting between moans and began thrusting your hips closer to him.

“Are you ready?” He asked, and you practically snarled, tired of his taunting.

“What do you think?” Kihyun chuckled.

“I think someone needs to ask more nicely before I can help her.” You grumbled but complied.

“Please, please Kihyun just fuck me already,” you pleaded. His expression only turned contemplative and you whined, reaching down to wrap your fingers around him, making him grunt in surprise. “C’mon, baby, please?” He shoved your hand away from him, then leaned forward again, caging you against the wall.

“With pleasure.” Then he was lining himself up and, when you had nodded again, thrust into you. The chorus of your moans was almost song worthy as the two of you basked in the feeling of him being inside you.

“God, you feel so good,” he finally managed after a few moments, voice strained. You whimpered, hands moving to clutch at his shoulders.

“Kihyun,” you whispered, “move? Please?” He nodded, beginning to slowly piston his hips, feeling your walls clench around him with every movement. You let your head fall back with a long moan, pleasure warming every nerve in your body and starting to puddle in the center of your being.

It didn't take long for his motions to speed up, your stream of moans and other sounds spurring him on towards his own end. The two of you hadn't had much time alone like this lately, so he could already feel himself getting carried away in the moment. Your nails dug into his shoulders and your head dropped to his chest, whimpers of his name picking up speed along with his thrusts.

“K-Kihyun, I'm-”

“Are you close baby?” You nodded against him, a small gasp escaping you as he twisted his hips and hit your spot. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

Any verbal answer you could've given was cut off as he drove his hips against yours once, twice, and then the coil in you snapped, and your breathing stuttered to a stop as the heat overwhelmed your senses. You were vaguely aware of Kihyun chasing his own end beneath you as you came, but couldn't loosen your body to help him. Luckily he didn't need it, finding his climax moments later with a drawn-out groan, before he slumped, barely managing to keep both of you from tumbling to the floor.

When he'd recovered, he helped you gently to stand, gathering your clothes so the two of you could get dressed. Properly attired, you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shirt.

“I wish you didn't have to go back to practice,” you told the cotton and he sighed, arms locking you against him and chin settling on your head.

“I know. But the sooner we get this down, the sooner I can come see you,” he promised. A pause. “You're welcome to stay, too. I know the other guys won't mind having you around.” You pulled back to shake your head, a smile hovering at the corners of your lips.

“No, I should go. I have to work to do too, and if you're going to keep wearing those,” you nodded at his pants, “there's no guarantee I won't try to jump you again, even with everyone there.” He smirked down at you, and you rolled your eyes. Silly boy and his easily inflated ego.

“That could be fun,” he taunted and you smacked his chest. “I was joking!”

“Uh huh,” you deadpanned, disbelieving. He scoffed and pretended to push you away as he moved to open the door.

“Jeez, when did I get such a sassy girlfriend?”

“I've always been sassy, just like you've always been a closet freak,” you retorted as you followed him out. Your footsteps halted in the hallway, mirth disappearing at the notion of saying goodbye. Kihyun ran one hand down the side of your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. The concern and affection in his gaze when he pulled back made your stomach flip and your heart squeeze.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“I will. Call me later?”

“I will.” Another kiss, this time to your forehead. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you answered softly. Then he turned and disappeared into the practice room, leaving you to mourn your missing boyfriend and his stupid, sinful pants.

[pinkbtsme-blog]

Up The River, Down With You

[for the Forever Boys (kookmin) exchange]

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Park Jimin Rating: Explicit AU: Prison, Childhood friends, Prison culture, Prison sex, Hopeful ending. Warnings for: attempted and mentions of rape; religious themes that might be offensive (see more tags in link) Words: 17k Summary: Life in prison is hard, sure. Violent, a given. But among the ugly, people find each other, they always do. Things grow, things die and sometimes, things last.

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Maybe his father had been wrong. No, he definitely had been. As Jungkook looked at Jimin, he always knew that the country is not the only thing one should fight for.

“I love you,” Jungkook said one day, and Jimin broke the glass he was washing. He spent the rest of the day in Jungkook’s embrace, holding him desperately.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook|Park Jimin

Warnings: Major Character Death

Words: 1042

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Ghosts

Fandom: Mamamoo Pairing: Moonsun Rating: G Word Count: 505 Tags: Alternate universe, ghosts Summary: Byulyi admires a beautiful human but can’t get too close or the hunters will find her.  A/N: Day 1 of the Halloween Artistic Challenge: ghosts. 

A dreadful paranoia crept inside of her when the air was crisp and the leaves were golden.

After a beautiful summer spent admiring the laughter of children playing in the grassy fields of the nearby park, Byulyi had to retreat. No longer could she bask in the warmth of the summer sunshine or imagine how absolutely amazing a splash of fresh lemonade tasted on the tongue. Now, she was forced to return to the stuffy, dark attic of her childhood home. She was usually safe there.

Humans were cruel and selfish, justifying their evil actions of ousting ghosts from their homes for self-protection. Ghosts never hurt anyone. Myths, folklore, fairytales—hell, even ghost stories—tainted the reputation of ghosts. For much of the year, ghosts could live quietly and safely in their nostalgia, reminiscing days of youth and life in places that held a dearness to their hearts. When the leaves shrivelled red and fluttered from tree limbs, autumn was upon the mortal realm. October marked the beginning of the slaughter.

Ghosts as represented in fiction were misunderstood. They did not haunt. For some, choosing to remain on the mortal plane to observe their unique and fascinating way of life was ideal. Sure, many newly deceased humans opted not to return to the world that slayed them, but The Reaper was kind and generous to offer a choice at all. After days of adjustment to life in the afterlife, choices changed and new souls yearned to enjoy the mortal plane once again. It wasn’t haunting, it was revival.

Byulyi died decades ago in an accident that seemed so fuzzy and insignificant now. When The Reaper offered her a choice, she took her return to the mortal plane the first time. Freedom to travel anywhere in the world, she visited countries around the globe she was too financially unstable to travel to as a mortal. After years of a fun, she settled back in her childhood home. Most of her days were spent watching the children play, content to watch their youthful naivete.  

Well, until a beautiful woman moved into the house across the street. She was short and slender, brunette, often wore pastel colors despite the season. It appeared she lived alone. After a short while, she brought home a pretty, white kitten with a pink collar and heather grey paws. For some reason, she seemed lonely. If Byulyi were corporeal, she’d have knocked on that gorgeous woman’s door and welcomed her to the neighborhood. Probably would’ve tried to make a move on her, too. Respectfully, of course.

Byulyi wanted to wander from the attic, to visit this beautiful woman, to in some way have a connection with her… but if she left, they would get her. Ghosts were made of dark matter-composed plasma-based energy, any shift in that type of energy was easily detectable by ghost hunters. They set traps around the city, eagerly waiting for their prey to get snared.

Then, a sure and swift snuffing of her afterlife. The Reaper couldn’t reap snuffed ghosts.