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kpopbush-blog · 7 years

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Rain - Sehun X Luhan

water droplets trickled down the glass of the window outside. it began to rain, eventually raining harder. for many years, i had been crying, just as the clouds are. i cried so much that crying hurt, my head throbbed, i felt dizzy, and unwell. the dull rain was nothing compared to my tears, though the rain was always acknowledged unlike my mere salty tears. no one knew. not one person. they were all just thick headed. i had not ever come across someone who actually thought "maybe he is depressed." never. not like anyone had the place to actually care, at least tried, or wanted to. i pulled my long navy coat off of the coat hanger, and slid my grey converse on, along with the coat. i dragged my feet along the floor, past the doorframe, locking the door behind me. i dawdled down the dark, empty path, which was between tall, old looking apartment buildings, up until i got to the busy main road, which would of been dull and dark, if not for the bright screens, which advertised companies and stores. i was surrounded by lights, many careless city people, cars either zooming by or constantly stopping, and tall buildings, which covered the deep blue evening sky. the cold seoul rain heavily came down in large droplets, which many people avoided by holding umbrellas above their heads. transparent, coloured, and printed umbrellas could be seen. it was like an ocean of colours. i stood on the edge of the pavement, my toes meeting the curb. no one seemed to notice. the flashing red figure blinked, and cars zoomed past, water splashing all over the place. i deeply inhaled, closed my eyes, then took a big step. 'well, this is it..' a loud beep was audible. suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist, also gripping my shirt, and pulled me back, causing both myself and the stranger to hit the wet pavement. my eyes fluttered open at the feeling of my body hitting the wet pavement, with arms still wrapped around my waist. 'why would you save.. –' my voice came out weak and shaky, and trailed off. a smaller figure which was next to me sat up, and in a panicked state, firmly gripped my shoulders, their small voice stammered "w– what were you thinking..?" the young bleached blonde male's eyes teared up, due to the shock, because he didnt know much about my home life, and that i was depressed or suicidal. I knew him. We werent just acquainted, but really close. truth is, i had this thing for him. i had a liking toward the boy, in a different and special way, though it was thought of as wrong, so i didnt want to say anything. Lu Han. Lu Han was his name. Lu Han gripped my cold hand with his pale and thin — yet warm — hand, picked up the red, vivid umbrella which had fallen on the pavement from earlier, with his empty hand, and held the umbrella above us, but more on my side. "Sehun." the thin boy looked at me through his now damp, bleached blonde hair, his grip slightly tightening as his brown orbs met with mine. Lu Han's eyes were like bright orange, red and yellow leaves during a dull autumn. they stood out. bright and vivid. his eyes were different from others. they were warm, and when they looked at you, they made you feel warm all over. as warm as the colours of the autumn leaves. "p– please don't try to die, or even harm yourself... —" Lu Han sharply inhaled, the tears that finally rolled slowly down his cheeks glistened in the lights of the city. "even though we may not have been close out of school, S– sehun... i– i.." the boys sentence could not be finished as his choked sobs were audible. he must of been in shock, and devastated at witnessing the near-loss of his classmate, and close friend. now that i think about it, he didnt have anybody who was closer to him than i was, so that means i meant a lot to him.. no one said anything about two boys on the floor, near the edge of the footpath, one crying, and the other just watching, both soaked. it was probably because we were on the floor, with a weakly held umbrella above us. "i– im sorry.." i quietly mumbled, wrapping my arms around him to calm him down, not caring whether people judged us or not. the smaller boy's choked sobbing eventually stopped. "p- people will s- see.." in society, an issue was being judged. being judged for having feelings toward someone of the same gender. in that moment, i didn't care. "it doesnt matter.. " i whispered into his ear, my other hand over his, shifting the position of the red umbrella so no one could see us, or what we were doing at all; so no one could judge us. Lu Han's pale face grew a tint of pink, and he moved slightly closer, his voice still ever so slightly shaky, placing a hand over the side of his peach stained lips, as if telling a secret. "..we shouldn't be doing this here.." this little blonde dork. he stood up, hand slipping out of my grip, dusted off his jeans, then held out a hand, waiting for me, so i placed my hand in his, then stood up, not using him for support, because he seemed so fragile. Lu Han once again slid his hand around mine, then moved his body closer to mine so that no one would see, which i didn't mind. i laced my fingers with his, then slid his hand into the deep pocket of my soft navy coat. after a few minutes of walking, he paused. "ah, sorry, i forgot to ask first, but are you comfortable going to my place..?" the shorter blonde boy asked. "..i don't mind" is what i responded with, and once he heard my response, he weakly smiled, as it would of been hard to smile in a situation like this, though it was as if the sun were out in the evening. together we walked down an unfamiliar path between two tall buildings, and once we reached the other end of the path, hand in hand, the entire view was different. it was pitch black, but the front lights of the houses that were on, on both sides of the large road, which had a nature strip on either side, with dull, mid-height trees which were dotted with the warm colours of autumn leaves, planted between each drive way of the antique houses, which the powerlines towered above. "..we're here" Lu Han said quietly. before us was a white and blueish grey painted house, which had vines crawling up the white wall on the side. i pulled our still linked hands out of my pocket, and loosened my grip, my hand eventually parting from his. I saw him shiver from the corner of my eye as he pushed the gate open, then fumbled with the keys in his pocket, when he finally pulled out his hands, holding a silver key, with several other keys attatched to it, then slid it into the keyhole in the door,twisted it, causing the lock to click. i waited for him to slide off his shoes before i did, and just after doing so, he grabbed my hand and lead a confused me into the old house, closing the door behind us. "Sehun, just walk straight down the hallway, and turn right, you can sit in there and wait for me, i just have to quickly do something.." i did as he said. i walked down until i reached the end of the hallway, and looked back only to see that he had disappeared, before i turned right, flicked the switch on the wall to find it lead to his bedroom. it smelt like him, and thats how i knew it was his room. the entire house smelt like him, but in his room, the smell was stronger. Lu Han's dark grey bed frame was topped with sheets of a stormy shade of ash, which was complimented by a long white draw, going along the width of the bed, which had a matching desk which was topped with a rose gold macbook and desk lamp, on the left of the bed. a large mirror spread itself across one of the almost dull sky blue walls, hiding a walk in wardrobe. a white tall bookshelf stood in the corner of the room, between the desk and the wall. sitting on the edge of his cold, yet soft bed, which a beige throw blanket layed across, i waited for him. Lu Han shortly came back into the room, with two folded towels in his hands, and placed them on the bed, then sat next to me, looking down. we sat like that for about a full minute, before he swept his wet hair to the side. "so, um.." he fiddled with the label on the amethyst dyed towel, "...if you dont mind telling me, why did you try to do that..?" Lu Han quietly asked, as the ticking of the clock eventually became the loudest sound in the room. i remained silent, and still, for about fifteen seconds, before i responded with "..because im a waste of space, and no one cares about, or needs me at all...." for an entire minute, it was once again silent, before a whisper could be heard. "..i care... " the blonde boy whispered, looking down at his pale hands, which were gently gripping the corner of a towel. after sitting silently for another entire minute, Lu Han crawled behind me on the bed, holding the towel, and ran his fingers through my hair, brushing it, then began gently rubbing the towel against my hair to dry it, his small warm body pressed against mine from behind. this feeling. this feeling that i had never felt before. it came across my body. it was like a warm breeze; a warm breeze which made my heart ache. was this the feeling of being 'loved'? its how others described it, anyway. after staying like that for a few minutes on Lu Han's bed, along with him, i laced my fingers with his, and looked up at him from where i was, a visible tint of pink across the boys face. "..i— ah, are you okay...?" i asked, placing my hand on his forehead, which made the tint of pink on his face eventually become a tint of red. Lu Han responded with a small "yeah," and placed his hands on mine, grabbing my fingers with his small porcelain hands. i attempted pulling my hand away, thinking he didnt like it, but once my long fingers were out of his grip, he wrapped his arms around me, backhugging me. his hug felt so warm, and soft; it made my heart flutter. we stayed like that for a few minutes. this feeling was one that made me feel wanted. i wanted to stay like this forever; i forever wanted to feel necessary. Lu Han's grip slightly tightened as he mumbled something under his breath, which i understood bits and pieces of. "Sehun" "..like you" 'like me' ..? a comparison? a feeling? i decided to try and find out, by whispering "me too.." which he had a cute, startled reaction to. the inaudible word must have been 'I' Lu Han slowly looked up at me, with slightly widened eyes, crimson across his face, yet an expression of worry and hope, but in all, was adorable, especially because it was on his face. "r– really– ..?" he asked, fiddling with a strand of his bleach hair from his bangs. "you really think i would lie about something like this?" i responded, looking out the window which was grazed with water droplets, at the stormy ash toned sky. "..but it's wrong...." the small boy whispered. "i dont care.." i whispered in response, tilting my head back, my eyes meeting his. i gently gripped the soft towel, which was in front of me and the same colour as the other. "you'll get sick.." with the towel in my hands, Lu Han knew why i was holding it, and slowly crawled to the edge of his now warm bed, then sat between my legs, his hanging off the edge of the bed, childishly swinging them around. after drying Lu Han's hair almost completely, i saw his face in the reflection of the mirror, which an expression of worry was across. "Lu Han.." i said, awaiting a reply. the small, fragile boy hummed in response, as i then continued on to whisper "..i dont just.. like you— ...i love you...." to which he covered his blushing face at, then to stutter "i—.. i love you too..." in response. i laced my long fingers with Lu Han's fragile looking fingers, then nuzzled into his pale neck, as the water droplets falling from the grey sky, hitting the window were still audible, because they became louder. Lu Han and i stayed like that for a while, before i moved my head from the crook of his neck, for the fragile seeming boy to turn his body so he was facing me. Lu Han's soft and kissable lips were slightly parted so i took the chance. the chance to display affection toward him. i teased him a little by kissing along his sharp jawline, then moving on to around his lips; but not kissing him directly onto his peach tinted lips. ".. S— Sehun... just kiss me already... " the tiny boy demanded, as i softly chuckled, then pressed my lips against his, both of us closing our eyes. the kiss was somewhat soft, and tasted like strawberries cream. "youre mine.." i whispered once we eventually parted, after the long, warm kiss. Lu Han then playfully pushed me down onto his ash sheeted bed, and snuggled into my chest, closing his eyes which were topped with his soft, black lashes, as i brushed up his bangs, placing a kiss on his forehead, then closed my own eyes, with a long arm wrapped around him. "...and youre mine" the smaller, pale, and fragile boy whispered in response, as the rain then again became louder than the quiet ticking of the antique clock. 「1/7/17」—momo (sorry for the long wait)

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exolistic · 5 years

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Mystic Part 5

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Genre: ANGST

Stuck amidst an intricate tangle of lies and deceit, who will you choose to trust?

Six Days Until the Party

(Y/N) has entered the chat

Jongin: You’re here!

(Y/N): Good morning!

Jongin: It is a good morning, an amazing morning actually. I’m dying over what happened to Baekhyun lolololol

(Y/N): It’s hilarious but at the same time I feel a little bit bad for him lol.

Jongin: Nah it’s fine. Baekhyun does shit like this all the time. He’s such a mess. He and Chanyeol are roommates and idk how Chan deals with him sometimes. Chanyeol is probably the smartest and most intellectual person I’ve ever met, yet he puts up with Baekhyun’s lack of brain cells 24/7.

(Y/N): They’re cute though.

Jongin: You think so too? Chanyeol will kill me for telling you this, but Sehun and I think they’re dating lolololol.

(Y/N): Really? Omg

Jongin: Yeah, they always deny it but everyone knows they’re liars. It’s so obvious.

(Y/N): Hmmm, Chanbaek or Baekyeol?

Jongin: Chanbaek definitely lol.

Sehun has entered the chat

Jongin: Sehun you’re here!

(Y/N): Hey Sehun

Sehun: Why did I drink so much yesterday? Ugh.

Jongin: I always warn you but you literally never listen to me ever.

Sehun: I read the chat. Baekhyun is a dumbass.

Jongin: I want him to come on so we can make fun of him.

Sehun: He’s gonna avoid the chat at all costs.

Jongin: We’ll have Chanyeol force him in lol.

(Y/N): I wonder if he ever got his car back.

Jongin: Good question lol.

Sehun: It’s doubtful.

Jongin: Sehun are you coming home soon?

Sehun: I’m not sure, I’m on the subway right now.

(Y/N): Are you guys roommates too?

Jongin: Yeah. Chanyeol and Baekhyun live together, Sehun and I live together, and I think Yixing and Junmyeon are living together now too but idk they’re weird about telling us stuff now.

Sehun: Don’t tell her too much.

Jongin: Oh my god Sehun don’t start with this again.

Sehun: You’re gonna end up like Baekhyun if you don’t use common sense.

(Y/N): Sehun, I don’t blame you for not trusting me.

Sehun: Are you trying to suck up now?

Jongin: Sehun shut up oh my god, be nice to the pretty girl.

Sehun: You haven’t even seen her yet, how do you know if she’s pretty or not?

Jongin: A guy can imagine.

(Y/N): ……..

Jongin: ;)

Sehun: I’m leaving now.

Sehun has left the chat

Jongin: I’m worried about him these days.

(Y/N): He seems to have a lot on his mind.

Jongin: He and Luhan…. they were really close…..

(Y/N): It’s understandable that he’s closed off then. Did all of this happen recently too?

Jongin: Luhan and the others disappeared about four months ago, so yeah it’s pretty recent.

(Y/N): You never know, maybe Luhan will come back.

Jongin: I sure hope so. I just can’t help but feel like we’re all missing something here. I feel like Yixing and Junmyeon know exactly where he is.

(Y/N): But then why wouldn’t they tell you guys?

Jongin: That’s what I’m wondering. I feel like they would tell us if he was in danger though, I don’t think they would let anything bad happen to him. But it’s not even just that. Tao and Kris left suddenly too. They told us that they were leaving because their work was suddenly very demanding, but you’d think they’d at least keep in contact with us.

(Y/N): Maybe they will come back at some point or get in touch soon, I’m not sure.

Jongin: I don’t know. They were always a little weird to be honest. They were newer members. They actually got here around the same time as Yixing did. It started off when Junmyeon created this organization. He sought out people to join. I’m a dancer, and he saw me perform once and asked me to join. Baekhyun is a writer, and Junmyeon read some of his works and asked him to join, he does a lot of the speeches for the organization. Chanyeol is a genius, he’s known to have one of the highest IQs in the country. Junmyeon asked him to join, and he handles a lot of the economic and security/computer stuff. I know he has some hacking job aside from this but no one really knows for sure what he does. I’ve been friends with Sehun for a long time, and asked him to join when he dropped out of college. He was having a really hard time, and I thought it would give him something to do. Luhan joined next, he was a singer, and Junmyeon saw him performing on the street once and asked him to join.

(Y/N): So you guys each played a role in the organization?

Jongin: Yes. Luhan and I used our skills to do performances for the charity. Baekhyun handles speeches and stuff, Chanyeol does all the smart people stuff, Sehun helps out where he can, Junmyeon runs everything.

(Y/N): When did everyone else join?

Jongin: It was just us for about a year or two, but then Kris, Tao, and Yixing joined in pretty close succession. Tao and Kris came on the same day, Junmyeon said they were referred from an intelligence unit. They were mainly used for security. Yixing joined a little before them, and he got really close with Junmyeon pretty fast. Now he helps run everything.

(Y/N): Now I feel like I need a role lol.

Jongin: What do you like to do? Any hobbies?

(Y/N): Um…. I draw, and do yoga but that’s about it lol T-T

Jongin: You could design flyers?

(Y/N): That’s lame lol.

Jongin: It’s okay, you’ve only been here a few days. We’ll find something for you to do.

(Y/N): You’re right, for now I just need to get to know everyone.

Jongin: Exactly! I can’t wait to meet you at the party, I’m sure you’re very beautiful.

(Y/N): I wouldn’t count on it T-T

Jongin: C’mon don’t be down on yourself. I’m not very handsome so I don’t have high expectations. I’m probably the ugliest in the group.

(Y/N): Not to be weird but from looking at your profile picture I don’t think that’s true….

Jongin: Omg are you saying I’m attractive?

(Y/N): ……..

Jongin: You made my day. I have to go now, but we’ll talk later okay? Have a good day, don’t forget to eat all of your meals okay?

(Y/N): Goodbye, have a nice day too!

Jongin has left the chat

(Y/N) has left the chat

It’s the next morning now, meaning that the party is only in six days. Only six days until I can possibly get out of this place, and back to my life. Is my family looking for me? Are they freaking out? I can’t help but think of everyone I left behind in this mess. I can’t believe I’ve only been here for a few short days, it feels like a lifetime. How has so much changed already?

My life before this wasn’t all that glamorous to be honest. I love my family of course, but our relationship was never perfect. They never understood me, never made much time for me. I never really had friends. I made some throughout school, but they never lasted long. All I had in my old life was myself, and my job. I was a barista, taking a gap year before I went to college. I never knew what I wanted to do with my life, who I wanted to be. I begin to feel a bit hopeless, thinking about what I’m going to be going back to. Does anyone even care? Am I even missing out on anything?

I shake the thoughts from my mind. Of course I want to go back. Of course I want to leave this shithole. I’ll go back and live my life the way I used to. Empty, and lonely. It’s all I’ve ever known.

Needing a change of scenery, I climb out of the bed I’ve been laying in all day since I got here, and walk out into the hall. It isn’t much, but at least i can pace around out here for a little while. I just need to do something before I go insane.

I pace up and down the hallway for a while, weighing all of my options and reflecting on the past few days. I can’t help but wonder what this place actually is. It seems dangerous, but according to them Yixing is just as dangerous, as well as all of EXO. But could that really be true? Why should I listen to what Anonymous is telling me? Running my hands through my hair, I scrunch my eyes in defeat. What the hell should I do? Who do I believe?

I start down the hallway towards the bathroom, deciding to shower to clear my mind. On the way, I grab the robe I was given from my room, along with all of my toiletries, and head to the showers.

The steam loosens my tense muscles, and soothes my anxiety. I breathe in the foggy air, letting it clear my senses. The hot water encompasses me and calms me down, halting my racing mind. Rubbing body wash into my skin, the scent of rose filling my nostrils. Images of gardens and vibrant flowers fill my mind and take me to a more serene place. A place where I could escape all of this, escape the uncertainty and pressure. I continue to turn up the water hotter and hotter, nothing able to warm me enough. At this point it’s burning my skin, stinging as each droplet hits my skin, but I barely notice. Nothing is helping put me at ease. I scrub my skin a little harder, frustration taking over. Deciding I’ve had enough, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. The cool air soothes my skin, and I flinch as the bottoms of my feet meet the cool tile, a dramatic contrast from the scalding water.

I cross the room to the foggy mirror, running my fingers over the surface to rid it of the condensation. I stare in the reflection at my face, red from the hot water, wet hair sticking to me. Moisture pools on my skin, causing it to glisten slightly. However my complexion is still dull, dark circles under my eyes showcasing my exhaustion. My eyes looks empty and emotionless, pupils dilated. I press my fingers to my cheek, feeling the hallow skin.

Stepping away from the mirror, I slip on a robe, gathering my clothes and toiletries. I open the door, stepping out of the hazy bathroom and into the crisp air in the hall. My room is just down the hall, and I pray no one will see me before I get there. There are never many people around where I stay.

I keep my head down, rushing to my room, when a strong arm stops me, trapping me against the wall. In seconds, their lips are against my neck, brushing up against the sensitive skin. My breath hitches in my throat and I feel light headed, cringing at the close proximity.

I gasp, struggling to get away.

“It’s just me,” I recognize the voice, Tao.

“Can I get dressed first please?” I whimper, struggling under his grasp.

“We have to talk first,” He breathes, lips still against my neck, making me shudder.

“Can I please just-”

He interrupts me by placing a finger to my lips, gazing into my eyes. His dark brown eyes blaze into mine, causing me to squirm out of intimidation. He looked angry, intimidating, menacing.

“I have orders for you,” he whispers, licking his lips.

His face is inches from mine, too close for my liking. I try to lean away, but there is nowhere for me to go. He moves even closer, the tension growing thicker.

“You need to start talking to Yixing more, and stop walking through the halls half naked,” he continues, smirking.

Trying to shove him away, I push my fingers against his chest. He chuckles, complying by stepping away from me, and watching me as I scurry to my room, obviously flustered. What the hell is his deal always trapping me against the wall? What a pervert.

“Don’t forget what I said about Yixing!” He calls behind me, amusement evident in his tone. I want to flip him off, but I’d rather not get choked again.

I walk into my room and slam the door behind me, my cheeks blushing furiously. What the hell is wrong with these people?

Trying to rid the previous situation from my mind, I get dressed and collapse back onto the bed, grabbing for the phone to see if I have any messages.

Ideally, I see one from Yixing. Tao told me I had to talk to him more, I’ll start trying to text him more often I guess.

Yixing: (Y/N), do not reply to this text. Delete it as soon as you see it, do you understand me? I know where you are. I know you are in danger. Do not listen to a single thing anyone there tells you. Just hold on until the party, I’ll get you out of there.

My heart begins to race, how does he know? I listen to his demand, quickly deleting the message, and close out of the app, tossing the phone across the bed as if it were scalding my hands. Will people at Anonymous have seen this by now? I’m not sure what they’re doing to track my conversations, but I pray they didn’t see it. This situation keeps getting more and more complicated. For now, I’m deciding to trust in Yixing, and listen to his word. It’s my best bet at this point. I just need to make it until the party. I just have to make it six more days. It will be okay. It will work out. Won’t it?

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Yixing’s POV

I pace around the office, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

“I can’t believe they’re bringing more innocent people into this now. What more do they want?” I groan.

Junmyeon watches me from his seat behind the grand wooden desk, concern clear on his features as he furrows his thick brows.

“We’re gonna get her out of there at the party I presume?” Junmyeon asks, sounding thoughtful.

“Yes, we have to. She’s innocent, they’re gonna kill her right after the party. This is such a fucking mess.” I pace even faster, rubbing my temples in distress.

Junmyeon sighs, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Yixing, I want to save her too, but what does that mean for us?”

I stop pacing, turning to look at him, an incredulous look on my face.

“Are you trying to suggest that we just let her die?” I ask, squinting my eyes at him.

“No, that’s not what I meant, I just,” He runs his fingers through his fluffy black hair, pushing it off of his forehead. “What consequences will it hold? They have Luhan, we still have so much to deal with.”

My head throbs from this mess of a situation, trying to weigh all of the attributes in my mind.

“Look, I have the one thing they desperately need. If we use that, we can get anything we want from them. At this point, I have nothing else to live for. I’m dedicated to eradicating that group, and I’ll do whatever I can to assure that. If it means losing my life then I-”

“Yixing, don’t finish that sentence.” Junmyeon orders, his voice sharp.

I clench my jaw, throwing my head back. “Look, I’m willing to threaten myself, and the coordinates. If I use that as a threat, they’ll let go of the girl. She isn’t that important to them, they won’t risk it for her. They’re just gonna kill her after the party anyways.”

“I guess you’re right, but what are we gonna do about Luhan? And they’re probably planning an infiltration for the party, how do we know it’s gonna be safe?” Junmyeon looks thoughtful, twiddling a pencil between his fingers.

“From the recordings we’ve been able to gather from (Y/N)’s phone, this is Kris and Tao’s mission. This is their last mission, and they’re not gonna wanna fail. If we just threaten with the coordinates, and with me, they’re not gonna wanna risk the repercussions. They’ll back off for at least a little bit, and give us time to create a better plan.” I’ve put a lot of thought into this. There are many possible outcomes, and many crossroads, but I have faith in trying.

Junmyeon looks doubtful. “I’m just wondering if we should wait to have this party, it seems too dangerous.”

I shake my head. “This party is very crucial in gaining the upper hand. Once we get things a bit safer, we can bring Chanyeol into things. Anonymous wants him badly, he’s perfect prey. He’s smart enough to to give us the advantage with hacking. Right now with their intelligence unit, they’re a step ahead. If we can get (Y/N), shut them down, let them know we’re onto them, get Chanyeol, they’ll panic. In the end, they really don’t want to lose the information we’ve been keeping from them. Without those coordinates, their job is a lot harder. They’ll put up a fight for longer to try and not have to have those out of the picture.”

Junmyeon still looks concerned. “Yixing, I’m going to trust you, but I don’t know. What’s gonna stop them from just killing Luhan? They’re going to stop caring about the coordinates eventually. They’re probably already working on something new. We can’t drag this out, we have to work fast.You, and that information are our only vantage points right now. That’s the only thing stopping them from killing you, and killing Luhan. If we take (Y/N), they might want to counteract. If they think we care about her, they’ll just use her against us.”

I groan, rubbing my face in exasperation and leaning against the bookcase for support. “You might be right, but I still think we have to try. (Y/N) is more important for us in this situation than you think. We just need to keep our access to her phone open, and I’m going to talk to her about spying. I know those headquarters like the back of my hand, and can direct her. She can get us information. If we get Luhan, then we can finally shut them down. That’s the only thing that’s holding us back right now. Don’t you see how close we are?”

“You’re right, but there’s still so many obstacles. And I’m worried about how far you’re willing to go” Junmyeon groans, lowering his forehead onto the desk.

“I have everything under control, and my mind straight. You know how much all of this means to me. I see why you’re nervous, a lot is on the line, and I could make a lot of rash decisions, but I’m not going to. Everything is going to come into place. These next six days are very important.” I walk over to the desk, placing my hands on the edge, feeling the smooth ebony wood.

Junmyeon lifts his head up, exhaustion written across his features.

“I really hope you’re right.”

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