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Say My Name | 09

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader Genre: Fluff, Smut Rating: M Summary: After you've chosen them over your job, Kyungsoo makes sure you feel loved. Word Count: 4.4k Warnings: soft hard hours, dry humping, fingering, breast play, vaginal sex, editing at the last minute because I overslept

I listened to Rain and Moonlight while writing. Enjoy!

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Maybe you could have worded things better, but luckily Kyungsoo had been by your side to help you explain things to the guys. Once they understood that you weren’t moving out, they were quick to rush you with hugs and kisses, beyond grateful for the chance to try things out. A quick game of rock, paper, scissors declared Jongdae and Jongin as the cleanup crew while everyone else retired to the living room to watch whatever someone found on Netflix. As usual, you found yourself in a sandwich on the loveseat, this time Chanyeol and Baekhyun.

Minseok chose an action movie, insisting on a Jackie Chan classic. Rumble in the Bronx. The conversation was light as you all actually paid attention to the TV this time. Chanyeol tucked you against his side and relaxed allowing Baekhyun to cuddle into your other side. Before you knew it, the movie was over. Someone made a comment about beating someone else’s ass in Smash Bros, and controllers came out as the shit-talking intensified.

“Well, that’s my cue.” You peeled yourself off the loveseat, ignoring Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s pitiful pouts. “Gonna go shower while I can.”

You stopped by your room to pick out a change of clothes along with your essentials. The noise in the living room got louder by the time you made it to the bathroom. You were tugging your shirt over your head when you heard the door open and shut. Hands pulled at the shirt and you yelped when you saw Kyungsoo’s face inches from your own.

“Soo! What are you doing?” You held your shirt to your chest and he chuckled.

“A shower sounded good to me.” He held up his hands. “I cooked, remember? You moved faster than I could think to ask if you’d let me join you. I’ll behave, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Though you were a little self-conscious about it, you bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah, sure. Though, I planned to wash my hair so I might hog the water for a bit.”

He shrugged and began undressing. “It’s fine with me.”

You took a deep breath and forced yourself not to think about it. He didn’t care. He wasn’t looking at you like that. You turned the shower on then continued yanking off clothes. The second you were completely bare, you stepped in. The warm spray of water felt amazing on your tense neck and shoulders. You rolled your head slowly as you massaged every muscle you could reach.

Kyungsoo stepped in behind you. “Want me to try?”

You nodded, low-key grateful for the offer. He poured some of your shower gel into his hand and lathered up. His touch was nothing short of magical. You had to lean against the wall to keep your balance once you closed your eyes and just let him take over. You jerked when you felt yourself leaning too far and his hands flew to your hips to steady you. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Let’s wash up and get out.” He touched your cheek when you looked over your shoulder at him. You started with your hair, wetting it then adding shampoo while he grabbed a loofah. He washed his body while you gave your scalp a good scrub then rinsed the suds out. The silence between you while you washed was comforting, reassuring even. You wouldn’t mind showering with him in the future. Once you were sure the shampoo was out, you reached for the conditioner, but Kyungsoo gently pried it out of your hand. “Can I? Please, _____?”

Admittedly you were a little apprehensive about it. You hadn’t let anyone touch your hair in years, convinced no one would give it the same care and patience you did. You took great pride in your hair and to allow anyone else near it like that meant you trusted him. Did you trust Kyungsoo? You bit your lip then sighed. Of course you did. Despite your apprehension, the process went smoothly. He was patient and attentive to your instructions and even asked questions for clarity. It was a level of intimacy you’d never had with another person before. You were able to shut your brain off and simply enjoy the sensation of his fingertips massaging conditioner into your scalp as he hummed a song you couldn’t quite name.

Soon enough, you were out of the shower and helping each other dry off then getting dressed. He took care to help you get your hair in a towel, working as if he’d done it a thousand times before. He was the perfect gentleman, eyes and hands never straying too far. There was a tenderness in his actions you hadn’t felt until then. It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, content and surprisingly at ease. Once you both brushed your teeth, he took your hand and led the way to his room.

“We have time to hang out before it gets too late.” He flicked the light switch on and the room was bathed in a soft mellow light. “I might do some light reading.”

“Because reading is better than staring at your phone?” You snickered as you climbed onto his bed. You’d washed his sheets and comforter plenty of times before but not once had you ever sat on it. It was incredibly soft, like sitting on a cloud. “Oh, wow.”

He smirked at you as he went around to the other side and pulled a book out of the drawer of the nightstand. “What? Did you expect me to sleep on a slab of concrete or something?”

You shook your head. “No. I knew it was a good bed, but this,” you pressed into the mattress and watched it slowly rise again, “this is heavenly.”

His cheeks lightly flushed with color as he shrugged. “Well, you’re welcome to sleep here whenever you want.” He kicked off his slippers and leaned against the headboard. “Anything of mine is yours.”

“I could never take advantage of you like that.” You flopped back onto the pillows and sighed. “My bed will do for now.”

He leaned over you with a frown. “How would that be taking advantage? I was the one that offered.”

“I know, but you’re getting nothing in return.” You looked away and swallowed hard before finishing with, “Isn’t a relationship about balance?” Seconds ticked by without a response. When you couldn’t stand the silence anymore you looked up at him and found him with a dopey grin on his face. “What?”

His hand crept across his lap to your cheek, where his thumb gently brushed against it. “This is balance. You’re giving up your comfort zone for me, for all of us. I think unrestricted access to the best bed in the building is fair trade.” He pressed his warm, soft lips to your brow and whispered, “Thank you.”

You didn’t know what to say to his tender gesture. His kiss created a ripple of goosebumps over your body. It was an odd feeling but not unwelcome. When he pulled away and picked up his book, you were tempted to follow and snuggle into his side. You were allowed to do that, right? Would he mind or would it be a distraction? You could easily get your phone and play some games or scroll through your socials—

“Come over here.” He wiggled his fingers and you smiled, barely containing a giggle. You were at his side in a second curled into him like he was a blanket with his arm around your shoulders, chin resting on top of your head as he looked at the book. “Ah, here it is.”

He got comfortable and started reading. His voice was a soft murmur as he pulled the story from the pages. His warmth seeped into you, and before you knew it, you were fighting sleep. He took a peek at you and chuckled.

“One sec,” he whispered reaching somewhere behind you. A warm, weighted blanket covered your body and he settled down again. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” His little smile was everything to you. As he continued the story, you adjusted your position and ended up resting a hand on his chest, just over his heart. Your ear was pressed against his chest and you heard his heartbeat clearly. It was a steady rhythm that was both soothing and reassuring. He pressed a kiss to your forehead just as your eyes closed for the night.

When Kyungsoo felt your body sag against him, he marked the page with his bookmark and closed it with a contented sigh. He’d never be able to fully express how relieved he was everything worked out. As he reached over and cut off the bedside lamp, he recalled the conversation they’d had about you before coming home. The conference call had been a pain to work into their schedule on top of securing privacy for everyone in their different locations.

Yet they’d made it work, just like they were sure to make this work with you.

He pulled the blanket over his legs and scooted in closer allowing you to rest your head closer to his neck where he brushed more kisses against your face. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of doing it. Not with the way you lit up and blushed. And to think, you thought he’d be okay with you moving out. Madness. Life without you isn’t really living.

His limbs relaxed as sleep started to set in and his mind returned to a past conversation with the guys.

“If I knew that taking her out of the house was allowed, she could have traveled with me.” Yixing’s voice had held a hint of irritation yet remained cordial. Kyungsoo admired him for having restraint given the situation.

Baekhyun scoffed. “She can’t leave the house for that long. And it was just one evening.”

“Even so, the rest of us weren’t aware it was allowed,” Jongin stressed. “It’s bad enough you get to go before us, but you’re also making up your own rules as you go along. What happened to keeping it professional outside of the apartment?”

“And sex on a yacht?” Chanyeol cut in. “How do we top that?”

“This isn’t a competition. It was a unique situation that happened to work out in my favor.” Junmyeon hadn’t bothered to hide the smugness.

“Bullshit!” Sehun coughed.

Kyungsoo couldn’t agree more. “A dress and shoes just happened to be lying around?”

“I couldn’t believe it either.” Jongdae stroked his chin as Baekhyun suppressed a laugh. “Almost like it fell from the sky.”

“You’re so full of it.” Sehun laughed and chaos ensued as they began yelling and pointing fingers at one another. At some point, Minseok remembered the purpose of their conference call prompting him to grab a pot and spatula. The loud clanging cut through the group’s discussion.

“We’ll discuss rules another time. Right now, we have a more urgent issue.” He paused to make sure everyone was listening before he continued. “If we plan to take things further with _, then we have to address her fears and concerns first. Naturally, job security is her first priority.”

“But we already swore to keep it between us.” Jongin pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean that she trusts us to keep our word,” Yixing spoke softly. “Or believe that things will stay between us. We could easily be overheard even right now.”

“Which means she’s constantly thinking of losing her job which also provides her a place to live.” Junmyeon sighed. “We need some way to ensure that even if the worst happens she’ll be taken care of. A backup job and housing.”

“Maybe even emergency funds?” Minseok volunteered with a snap of his fingers.

From there, they were on the same page, a team working together to come up with ways to make sure you wouldn’t have so much to overthink your pretty little head about. Of course, he’d seriously underestimated just how active your mind and anxieties were, but he was glad he got you to see reason in the end.

A soft sigh left your lips as you readjusted your head and he held you a little tighter. He really hoped you trusted them more now that you were taking a chance. Trust and communication would be of utmost importance to make things work with so many people involved.

He inhaled and the scent of your conditioner filled his senses. It was really nice to finally get a proper scent of it after being teased with fleeting whiffs as you pass by. Finally nice…to hold you like this…

In your humble opinion, Kyungsoo’s room was the best to wake up in. It didn’t directly face the rising sun, yet still allowed enough light in to get that soft early morning glow. As awareness slowly seeped in, you realized that you were completely wrapped up in Kyungsoo’s arms. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back and the warmth of his breath on your neck. You turned over to face him and he stirred slightly before opening his eyes to meet yours.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, smiling softly.

“I’d love to wake up like this more often.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Your eyes locked and in that moment, you felt completely safe and secure in his embrace. You leaned in and he met you halfway, starting with a soft brush of his lips before gracing you with a gentle kiss. Once wasn’t enough. Feeling bold, you pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. He didn’t say a word but his grin said enough. His hands settled on your waist as you went for another kiss. Steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, your lips connected again, this time lingering longer. His hand came to your cheek as he held you in place, opening his mouth a little to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip. You whimpered at the chill that bloomed over your skin and he chuckled. “Music to my ears, jagi.”

The way his words sounded so tender, so full of love, really rocked you to your core. It was hard to have restraint and stay guarded when he was under you being so honest and vulnerable with his affection and feelings. You couldn’t help the way you ducked your head, cheeks flaming, as you turned your attention to his jaw with little pecks that trailed to his neck. When your lips brushed over a spot just under his ear, he groaned softly and pushed his hips up against your core. His reaction surprised you while stoking the growing fire between your bodies. Curious, you did it again and followed with a gentle nip. His hands squeezed your waist, holding you firmly in place as his hips bucked up again.

He exhaled with a shudder. “Please. Just a little harder.” His voice was husky and firm. When your teeth scrapped his skin again, he pushed his neck towards you, giving you ample room to fulfill his request. This time, you suckled as your hands moved to his shoulders while your hips pressed as hard as you could against his growing erection. He hissed then outright moaned, hands moving to cup your ass as he pushed up against you. “Yeah, jagi, just like that.”

You kept at it, testing new places across his neck and collarbone to see if you could get more of those sweet sounds. When you started to move down his chest, he sat up and pulled you into another kiss, this one much more heated. His teeth caught your lip before his tongue soothed the bite. He didn’t need to ask for permission for more. You immediately let him in, surrendering control so he could explore at his leisure. His kisses were a mixture of his shyness and passion, brushing across your lips before applying pressure and nudging your lips apart, tongue stroking yours then teasing the roof of your mouth. Whenever your thighs twitched because he’d found the right spot, he’d push up against your heat and moan, filling your head with his desire. Your arms went around his neck as his hands found your waist again, both of you pushing against each other seeking friction.

He pulled away slowly with an audible smack and looked into your eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever kissed someone like this.” His voice was just barely above a whisper and filled with wonder. His eyebrows wrinkled. “And I don’t want to try it with anyone else either.” His gaze dropped to your lips. “I know it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Kyungsoo—”

He inhaled sharply, grip tightening as he looked at you startled. “S-say it again. Say my name like that again, jagi.”

You leaned in and kissed him again. “Kyungsoo, please. Can we—” You couldn’t bring yourself to get the words out, to ask for what you both wanted. A whine escaped your lips before you squeezed him with your thighs, hoping he’d get the hint. You’d gotten used to them taking the lead yet here he was letting you lead the way. “Please.”

His chuckle was low and throaty making his chest rumble against yours. “Please, what?” He nudged your head to the side and skimmed his lips along your throat to your shoulder. “I need to hear you say it.”

Your cheeks burned, and you closed your eyes. “Don’t tease me. You know what I’m trying to say.” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “I want it.”

“Hm,” he looked up as if he were thinking. “Close but not good enough.” He fell back onto his pillows and pulled you with him then rolled both of you onto your sides. His kiss was deeper as his hand found your waist, fingers exploring your heated skin. “Tell me what it is you want, jagi. I’ll give it to you if you just tell me.”

Frustration threatened to consume you. You put a leg over his hip and pulled him closer, moaning softly at the feel of him pressed against where you wanted him. “Need you here,” you whispered against his lips with a pointed roll of your hips. “Wanna feel you inside me. Please?”

He smiled as the hand on your waist skirted over your silk sleep shorts down to your thigh. “Inside? Are you sure?” He pushed the fabric out of the way and his fingertips brushed over your panties. “Mmm, she’s soaking through your clothes, jagi.” His lips returned to your neck. “You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes, please.” You pressed down against his fingers, crying out when he pushed your panties to the side and touched your slit.

“Shit,” he hissed and pulled away. “You need to take this off.” He tugged at your shorts. You nodded and lifted your hips to let him pull your shorts and panties down your legs. “All of it.” No sooner than you’d tossed the garments away, his hands were pulling at your shirt and then unclipping your bra. Cool air hit your nipples and you shuddered when his warm hands cupped your breasts. “Finally.” He brushed soft kisses over your chest before drawing a nipple into his mouth. His moan went straight to your core, making you clench and grab his hair.

“Oh, fuck—Soo—please!”

He lapped and sucked, twisted and pinched until he could barely keep you pinned to the bed. He casually trailed his hands down your body until one rested on your thigh as the other touched between your legs. “So messy.” His fingers smeared slick over your pussy before two parted your folds and went in, one then two. “So beautiful.”

You pulled at his shirt. “Off. I wanna see you too.” You finished with a pout and he smiled.

“Of course, my love.” He tugged his shirt off then laid beside you to kick his boxers off. He was rock hard, pressed against your thigh and so very close to where you wanted him most. You teased the tip of his cock with your fingers before wrapping your palm around it. “Mmm, love the feel of you.” He caught your lips in another bruising kiss as his hips started to move. His hand wrapped around yours and he guided your hand up and down the shaft, applying pressure around the head making him moan sweetly into your mouth. He pulled away and did the same with your hands. “Next time.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Will you put it in now?”

He slipped one hand under your neck. “Yes.” He pulled a condom from under your pillow and handed it to you. “Don’t question it. Baekhyun’s idea.” You laughed as you tore open the package and rolled it on for him. His other hand went under your knee and pulled it over his hip allowing his cock to glide across your sticky folds. He held his lip between his teeth as he rolled his hips, captivated by the way the tip would slide over your entrance making you moan a little louder than before.

“You’re teasing!” You groaned and pushed his shoulders. He rolled over onto his back as you positioned yourself on top, eagerly reaching behind you for his cock and lining it up. You had to swirl your hips a few times but once you felt pressure in the right spot, you pressed down with a delighted moan. It wouldn’t go in right away so you lifted up and tried again, getting a few more inches in.

“Please stop squeezing!” His eyes were screwed shut with a death grip on your waist. “J-just relax and let gravity do the rest.” You didn’t realize you were tensing up. Sure enough, once you took a deep breath and relaxed the fit was much smoother. “Ohhh, fuck.”

You put your hands on his chest, lightly rubbing his nipples. “Do you need a minute?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah. Just—yeah a minute.”

“Okay, no rush.” You smiled and leaned down to kiss him. He welcomed the distraction, hands cupping your face as pecks turned into deeper kisses with playful nips and teasing tongues. When your fingers found his hair again, he rolled his hips up into you. You had to reposition your hands just above his shoulders to keep your balance. “Soo!”

“Don’t fall over.” He muttered before thrusting up into you again. “So good.” You braced yourself and met his next thrust. The gentle grind sped up until you had a steady, comfortable rhythm. “Slow down, jagi.” He kissed you gently. “I’m not going anywhere. Take your time.”

“But I wanna cum. Want you deep.” You could barely think with the way your body was lighting up with pleasure. “Don’t wanna wait.”

“You can do it.” His hands cupped your breasts again, fingers toying with your nipples. “Keep the pace. Take it slow.”

You covered his hands with your own and whimpered, dropping down onto his dick harder. He flinched, squeezing your breasts. The feeling shot through you, making your pussy clench. “Fuck. I need—I need more. Please, Kyungsoo.”

He shifted his body, propping his feet up on the bed. “Then take it, jagi. Take what you need.” One of his hands grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled, arching your back. He sped up the pace, pounding up into you with long, deep thrusts that made you shake and cry out. Mindlessly, you followed his lead, riding him hard and meeting his hips with loud claps of skin. Your head went empty, focused on his grunts and moans and occasionally swirling your hips. “Almost there?”

You nodded, head jerking. “So close, so close.”

“Give me your hands.” He let go of you and held his palms up. You laced your fingers with his. “Okay, now pull your knees up and squat. Yes, good girl. Use the bed to bounce—fuck!”

You couldn’t even moan. He went impossibly deep, hitting that spot right on with each thrust. It felt so good, turning your legs to jelly the closer you got to orgasm. He watched you closely and the second you started to twitch, he quickly rolled both of you over onto your sides again, lifted up your leg, and pounded you through it. Your arms were around his shoulders as you babbled his name mixed with curses and moans right into his ear. You felt a tremor go through him and he sped up, working with shallow thrusts until he pushed in deep and let go. His embrace was tight as he buried his face in your neck, hips surging gently until he slowed to a stop and let out a deep breath.

His eyes opened slowly and he looked at you. “How do you feel? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head with a wide smile. “I feel amazing. Light as a cloud. You?”

He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes again. “I feel…complete. I can understand why they value the intimacy so much. I get to see another side of you and it’s exclusive to us. No one else gets to see you fall apart like that.” He pressed another kiss to your skin. “Makes me feel special.”

“You’ve always been special to me.” You leaned back. “You always will be.”

He looked into your eyes for a few seconds. “I love you. I hope you don’t think it’s too soon, but I’ve never been this sure about someone. I know I love you and I know it’d take a hell of a lot to change that.”

You swallowed hard and nodded. “You’re right. Everything you said last night? It was more than just a job, and I love seeing your reactions to the personal touches. I love doing anything that makes you all happy.” You looked away, unable to take the full weight of his gaze. “And I know it wouldn’t be the same with another group…because this is my home. I love you, too.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” He kissed you, slow and gentle, stopping for air only to dive right back in. “So sweet to us. Thank you.”

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 9 months

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Genre: EXO AU

Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader

Warnings: Kind of some swearing?

Word Count: 1000

Summary: You meet your long-term pen pal and it’s SURPRISE, Kyungsoo.

A/N: This was a request and a fun one at that! I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to like and re-blog if you do. How would you react if this happened to you? Leave me a GIF in the comments!

Also note: This is my own original work, if you’d like to share, please re-blog. Do not re-post. Image used is not mine, credit goes to Soompi.

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Crouched behind a hip-height brick wall, you carefully checked your phone, watching as the seconds ticked by, second by second closer to the appointed meeting time.

55…56…57…58…59…60

7:00 AM

Behind you, the giant hands on the clock tower advanced and the bells chimed, each dong seeming to say MOVE YOUR BUTT, COWARD! You peeked around the corner, careful to stay hidden as you scanned the mostly-deserted park, wondering if any of the strangers walking by happened to be your stranger. Though perhaps ‘stranger’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘person-I’ve-told-all-my-inner-thoughts-to-but-actually-never-met-and-might-

be-a-scammer’.

Not for the first time, you wondered if you were foolish. Foolish to have joined a cooking community on Reddit. Foolish to have responded to a post from soogoodmykimchispaghetti. Foolish to have spent over a year messaging a person you only knew online. Day by day, falling for the kind, witty man you exchanged food porn photos with.

If you’d learned anything from MTV’s Catfish, it was to be skeptical of young, seemingly attractive, well-spoken men online. Especially ones who avoided video chatting and changed the topic every time you asked for a picture. You’d sent him one of yours, hoping he’d respond with one in kind. But he hadn't. And yet somehow he’d still talked you into flying to meet him in Seoul. Which was precisely how you found yourself in your current position, hiding within sight of the meeting place, unsure of whether you actually wanted him to show up or not.

From your point of view there were three options ahead of you:

Option 1: He ghosts you and you can quietly pretend this never happened

Option 2: He’s nothing like you imagined

Option 3: He’s everything you thought he’d be and more

Option 4: He tries to extort you for money or join his MLM scheme.

Honestly, 75% of those options sucked.

“Um…puffypancakegirl29?”

You startled at the sound of a voice behind you, losing your balance and falling flat on your butt in the process. On the ground, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you looked up. You had time to register dark brown eyes, fluffy black hair, and full-looking lips before instant recognition hit.

Your ult bias, EXO’s Do Kyungsoo, extended his hand to you.

“Puffypancakegirl29?” he tried again.

Your throat felt tight as you nodded mechanically, managing to grasp his hand and allow him to pull you up from the dirt. You made a show of dusting off your pants as you thought about what to say.

Hello Soo, nice to meet you, by the way I love you and your voice makes me melt? Or Nice to meet you Soo, by the way I really enjoyed that low-cut white pirate shirt you wore on Music Bank the other week?

Both of those options sounded like excellent ways to freak out the K-Pop idol who was apparently your long-term penpal.

“Are you okay?” Kyungsoo asked, dark brows knitted together in concern.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, yep, totally fine, all good,” you sputtered. “Just waiting for you.”

“Behind a wall?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

You shrugged, murmuring something unintelligible. Fighting the urge to run, you made a beeline past Kyungsoo for a bench you spotted just down the path.

“Wait,” Kyungsoo called after you, stooping down to pick up the phone you hadn’t realized you’d dropped. “Your phone…”

Now in front of you, he stood, staring at your lock screen with an expression you couldn’t quite read. In horror, you realized what he was seeing: a close-up of him wearing that god-damned pirate shirt, looking sexy as hell during his “Cream Soda” promotions.

You quickly snatched the phone out of his hands, hiding it behind your back to try and bury the evidence, though you knew it was already too late.

Kyungsoo sat down beside you, hands folded calmly in his lap.

“So…I take it, you know who I am then?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, I know who you are. But only now, I swear I didn’t know before.”

“How would you?” he asked gamely. “I never sent you a picture…which I’m sorry about, by the way, I just–”

“No, I get it, Kyungsoo. I do. With your job, you have to be careful…and sending pictures to some random girl you met online–”

“You’re not some random girl–”

You laughed. “I’m the definition of ‘some random girl’, Kyungsoo. I mean, we met on a cooking subreddit thread, for pete’s sake.”

“True,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to take. “You know, once we decided to meet, I’d been thinking about how to reveal my identity to you, but I guess now I don’t have to.”

You took his hand, pumping it up and down. “I swear, I’m not a weirdo. I just really like your voice, that’s all.”

“And my chest, apparently.”

You felt your face get red. “I would love it if you would forget about that,” you said, wondering if there might be a sinkhole nearby for you to fall into.

“Not a chance,” he responded, sporting a grin that said this would definitely come up again in the future.

“Um…so…what should we do now,” you asked dumbly, trying to shift the conversation to literally anything else.

“I was thinking maybe breakfast? Get to know each other a little more?” Kyungsoo replied. “I know a great place near here that serves those fluffy, souffle pancakes and I assumed maybe you–”

“Is that why we had to meet at the crack of dawn?” you blurted.

Kyungsoo laughed, his eyes squinching in a delightfully cute way. “Well, partially. That…and I’m…well, me, so–”

You smiled at his words, holding up a hand to cut him off. “Breakfast sounds good.”

Kyungsoo got up, putting on a black baseball cap and face mask. His “on the down-low” gear, you assumed. You walked together through the park in companionable silence and once on streets, let him guide you down some surprisingly quiet alleyways towards your destination. A bright yellow awning greeted you, along with the sweet smell of baked goods and maple syrup.

“Kyungsoo?” you said, stopping him just outside the restaurant.

He turned to smile back at you and your heart thumped loudly in your chest.

“Thanks for being Option #3.”

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inspired-by-the-music · 8 months

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Sudden Rain Masterlist

pairing: kyungsoo x oc [eunbi] featuring: junmyeon as kyungsoo's agent; chanyeol as eunbi's brother; sehun as eunbi's first love synopsis: a year after his divorce, romance author kyungsoo goes on tour to celebrate his debut novel's tenth anniversary. when his flight is grounded during a storm, kyungsoo finds comfort in a fan's kindness. word count: 11.3k total, five chapters available on: tumblr, wattpad, ao3 status: ongoing

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biaswreckingfics · 1 year

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Hello! Did I make it with enough time to spare for the drabble game? If so, I’d love Kyungsoo from EXO with 80 + 90. Thanks a million!

Kyungsoo + Fluff/Suggestive -❤️-

(I love being with you like this. + If you want to keep sitting on my lap, you have to stop wiggling around like that.)

The night couldn't be any more perfect. The apartment is all warm and cozy, and the lights are creating the perfect ambiance. You snuggle deeper into your blanket and lean your head against Kyungsoo's chest. His arms are wrapped loosely around you while the two of you cuddle together and watch a movie.

You let out a content sigh and Kyungsoo lightly rubs his hand up and down your arm. Closing your eyes, you let yourself sink into the moment, enjoying your free time together without any distractions or obligations. This is bliss.

"I love being with you like this," you tell him.

"Me too." His deep voice warms you up even more than before.

You wiggle a little on his lap to see if you can achieve maximum comfort, but feel Kyungsoo's body tense. Frowning, you look at him. "Everything okay?"

"Mhmm," he hums and you brush it off. It doesn't escape your notice that he's still super tense, and then it dawns on you that you might be hurting his …friend.

Quickly, you shift again, hoping that you're not squishing anything. A rush of air hits you and you pause, now second-guessing yourself. Are you crushing him now?

When you start to move a third time, Kyungsoo's hands tightly grip your hips, and you freeze.

"What are you doing?" He asks in a gruff voice.

"I'm trying not to hurt you…"

"Thank you for thinking of me, but if you want to keep sitting on my lap, you have to stop wiggling around like that."

You take note of Kyungsoo's nearly frozen body and the strong grip he has holding you in place. It's then that you realize you're not hurting him, you're turning him on.

A devious idea begins to develop in your mind. Letting your body fall still, you allow him to think you're behaving and have no intentions of moving. Gradually, his hands loosen until they're once again just resting on your body.

You move, making sure to properly grind against him this time. He glares down at you and you give him your best innocent expression and apologize. He slowly nods once, and when he's focused back on the TV, you do it again.

This time, when he glares accusingly at you, you can't help but giggle. He shakes his head and grabs your hips. When he attempts to push you off him, you wrap your arms around his neck and fight back.

The two of you end up pushing and pulling each other until you land on his lap and straddle him. Kyungsoo's movements slow as he admires the new position you're in.

"Why are you fighting me?" You pout. "You don't want me to grind on your dick? Because I like grinding on it…"

His eyes flash dark with lust, and you know you've got him. "I like it a little too much."

Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear, "There's no such thing."

Kyungsoo's hands shoot out, wrapping around you and holding you tightly against him. He pushes off from the couch and twists your bodies so that you're now laying on the couch with him on top of you.

Your legs spread open and Kyungsoo falls right in between them, making himself at home as he grinds hard against your lower half. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "I'll just have to return the favor then."

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eroctickboys · 1 month

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This edit of Kyungsoo is hot as fuck.

The face, the abs, bulge, and pits 🥵 He is so manly.

Credits to the editor of this pic :>

#kpop boys #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop hot #kyungsoo #exo #kyungsoo smut #kyungsoo scenarios

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writingstuffandmore · 1 month

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Hello 👋🏻

I hope you all are doing well!!

I really wanna apologise for the delay of the fanfic because I was really sick :')

But don't worry, I will post the fanfic by Sunday! Thank for patiently waiting for me!

#exo #anonymous #send me anons #baekhyun #exo scenarios #suho #chanyeol #exo ot9 #exo fic #sehun #kyungsoo scenarios #kai fanfic #chen fanfic #lay zhang #exo xiumin

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oohfluffy · 2 years

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SY Ch.1 | DKS

Group: EXO

Member: Do Kyungsoo

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,999

chapter 1

6:00 am. Your alarm clock displayed right by your bedside table.

You got up instantly as it rang, taking deep breaths while making up the bed. Your feet felt warm as soon as they slipped inside your fluffy slippers. Glancing at the window on the right side of the bed, you could see the sun peeking from the clouds. The sky's still blue, slowly making way for the beginning of the day.

"A good day perhaps?" You whispered to yourself as you finished folding the blanket.

After taking a quick wash in the bathroom, you got dressed in your smart casual. Patting your cheeks with a slight tint of blush and powder, you colored your pale face. It was a hassle for you, but it's the least you could do to make yourself presentable.

It's only 20 minutes after 6, but you're already out of your room and making a quick breakfast. You snatched the toasted bread and spread some butter and sugar on it. Biting one in your mouth, you poured milk on your glass at the same time.

It was a simple preparation for the day, but it was peaceful.

You have this apartment all to yourself, and you're free to do anything. Freedom, huh.

"Quick rundown on the sched today. Meeting at 9, then finish papers given by the boss before lunch." You munched on your bread as you checked your phone for the schedule. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw, "Team dinner by 6? Why are we having this today again? Was there some event that was worth celebrating?" You shrugged it off.

I'll ask Wonho later about this.

By 6:30, you started walking to the bus station. It was only a 20-minute ride to get to the office block, and then you'll be walking for 5 minutes to get to the building itself. A good exercise, you always think. It's a relief that you don't accidentally sleep on the bus and miss the station you'd be needing to get off to.

Walking was not a boring thing to do nor an exhausting one. It's probably because you're used to it as you've been walking a lot since you were a kid back in your hometown. Everything and everywhere was within reach. It was—

"Hey." You greeted Anne by the reception area. She bowed slightly with a smile, her red hair falling on her shoulders. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Eunjoo-ah. Coffee?"

"I'm good, thanks."

The office atmosphere was ideal. Everyone was friendly, the interiors were stimulating and neat, and your boss was competent.

"Fuck. Where are the reports from last year?! We have a meeting in an hour, and why are we not prepared?!"

Well, maybe this day was not ideal.

"Why would we even need reports from last year? Isn't the recent to current reports more important?" Hanbin grumbled under his breath as he went back to his seat beside yours. "The client specifically said that we report on the current trends, and this fucke—"

"Shush." You stopped him before he even continued. You patted his shoulder, glancing at his annoyed expression with sympathy. "Let's just make sure we're all ready when he asks us something. I'll help you compile them."

He sighed in relief as he grabbed your comforting hand.

"You're really an angel sent by the heavens, noona." He nodded to himself as he looked at you like you were a blessing. "I'm really going to order as much as I can later at dinner and empty his wallet."

"Let's do that." You chuckled before turning to your computer. "Okay, I'll check from January to June."

A desk job was once a dream for you. Collared shirts, slitted black skirts, elegant office suits, and heels. Wearing them felt like you were successful already. Looking at the corporate workers walking down the streets was awestrucking for you. Before.

Now you just wanted to bang your head on the desk because it was so different than you thought.

"Files, files." Wonho mumbled as he sat down on the other side of your seat. He kept mumbling numbers as he double checked the accounting numbers on his computer, comparing it to the ones printed. "Okay, this is done. What about yours, Binbin?"

"Don't get me started, man. Noona's helping me." Hanbin said monotonously as he clicked on each cell on his excel.

"I'll go bring some donuts for you two. I saw Hyori noona bring four boxes earlier." As soon as he said that, he quickly went to the pantry without even waiting for your response. You just nodded at yourself as you continued scrolling at the remaining files.

Sometimes, you just question yourself why you chose to have an accounting job.

After an hour, the dreaded meeting started.

—

"You're alive."

Grabbing your workmate's shoulder, you mumbled. "Barely."

"You did well anyway. He must be so annoyed that you managed to pull through his series of questions." Wonho smiled as he ruffled your hair. You swatted his hand away as you walked back to your cubicle.

"I almost forgot to ask, Wonho." You suddenly remembered the dinner that was happening later. You sat down with the files in hand, making you want to throw them after the meeting. "We have a team dinner later, right? Did I schedule it wrong? Our weekly team dinner was supposedly every Friday, right?"

"Yeah, we're having one tonight because Anne's getting married next month."

You incredulously looked at Wonho then at the younger one, Hanbin, who just nodded at you.

"A-Anne, our shy and delicate reception clerk?"

"That's our only Anne, noona." Hanbin laughed as he took another donut from the box that Wonho brought earlier. "Was it really fine to get one whole box, hyung?"

"Just eat it, man." He laughed.

It's not much of a surprise that marriage comes up in the office, especially in the younger generation. You're not growing younger, you know. You're already reaching your third decade in this world, and it was inevitable to hear people asking the most popular but hated question.

"When will you get married, Eunjoo?"

Here we go again.

"You're already past the marriageable age." Your boss, Mr. Lee laughed loudly as he gestured his glass towards you. The others just stayed quiet as they glanced at each other, feeling the usual tension whenever their boss picks on one of them. No one dared to drink or even continue eating as it was too uncomfortable. "Maybe you should smile a bit more and present yourself a bit better, huh? If you keep being like an old lady with those lousy pants, and pale face, you can't snatch a bachelor anytime now."

Duck-faced bastard.

"I'll take note of your suggestions, Mr. Lee." That was your usual response whenever he finds something to ridicule you with. He snorted at you.

"I bet you are. I'm telling you, no man likes a lady with a plain face and an attitude like yours, so assertive and demanding." He sighed as if he was carrying all the stresses in the world. Wonho, who was right beside you, opened his mouth with his eyebrows furrowed, but Mr. Lee continued. "You feel like you're already a catch, right? Average salary, nice company, decent apartment, and you're even away from your family. Why are you still single then? That's because you only make your brain work, not your body—"

"Mr. Lee, that was out of line. We're supposed to celebrate Anne's marriage. Why are you spoiling it with such rude commentaries?" Wonho bravely said as he glared at the insensitive boss. He was always the one to interrupt every session of Mr. Lee's unnecessary lectures, being the unfortunate nephew of the boss. He doesn't get special treatment, but he is the son of a more powerful businessman, so his uncle can't go against him that much.

"T-That's right, Mr. Lee. It's supposed to be a happy occasion." Anne looked at you with sympathy. You slightly smiled at her.

"To Anne's marriage!" Hanbin exclaimed as he raised his glass full of beer. The others instantly went along with it and shouted, "To Anne's marriage!"

This wasn't the worst team dinner you've had. There were worse dinners.

"I'm sorry—"

"You know, Wonho-ah. You don't need to keep on apologizing for something you didn't do." You shook your head as you looked at the street. The others stayed for another drink inside, but you wanted to go home. It was past 8 in the evening already. "I've known Mr. Lee for five years already. I can handle that much rudeness from him."

"Still, it wasn't an appropriate thing to do as a boss." He let out an exasperated sigh as he put out his cigarette on the wall beside him. You glanced at his side profile, thinking how come he was blood-related to that bastard. "He even ridiculed Hanbin's old bag that was given by his grandmother. Like what the hell did the bag do to him."

"Must be hard to be his nephew, huh?" You chuckled as you looked at your watch. "I better get going or I'll miss the bus."

"I'll walk you—"

"Hyungggg…" Hanbin got out of the grill bar with a hazy look on his face. He grinned as he saw the two of you. "Ooooh, we got something going here, huh? Told her yet?"

"You're fucking drunk, idiot. I'm going to tell your grandmother about this." Wonho cringed at him, his voice instantly roughening. "Get back inside. You're going to disturb others here."

"You just want noona by yourself—"

"This jerk—"

"I think you need to keep our young one in check, Wonho." You laughed as you pushed him towards Hanbin's direction. "The bus station is just a few minutes away. I'll be fine. Take care of him."

"Hanbin's a grown up, he can manage!" Wonho argued as he looked back at you with worry.

"Come on, I'm a grown up too. An old lady as Mr. Lee said earlier." You chuckled, making light of the previous ridiculous joke. "It's better if you stay, he might go crazy later and find a new victim. You're our guardian angel here, right?"

"Pft." Hanbin covered his face as he laughed by himself. "Hyung, you are an angel, she said—"

"Shut up." Wonho pushed the younger one back inside, who kept on teasing him. He turned to you again, biting his lip in hesitation. "Please take care on your way home. J-Just text or call me when you're home or when you get caught in trouble. I'll—"

"Yes, yes." You waved as you slowly walked away from the grill bar. "Take care too. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

The stars were twinkling, watching as you trudge the sidewalk with heavy feet. The moon smiling at you seemed to be cheering for you. Good luck, that was what you always thought its shape meant. Your posture was fine, your face straight, and your shoulders firm. You must look confident and strong.

It's fine. You thought.

The ride back was silent.

But as soon as you open your apartment's door. The four walls listened to your sobs. You weren't loud. You always cry silently, so you don't bother the people nearby. You had to be quiet about your suffering and pain.

It's not fine, but what can I do?

Looking around your hard-earned place, your tears could not stop pouring. It took you a year full of overtime and holiday pays, weeks of cup noodle meals, and more than twenty part-time jobs to get this decent apartment. That's even without the furniture. Starting life within the city was so difficult to do alone, but you did it.

"Lousy pants?' You tugged at your pants with trembling hands. "I got this on sale, bastard. It's still high-quality. Plain face? This is a natural look."

No one can see beyond the surface if they don't desire to look enough and further.

"No," You wiped your cheeks, nose reddening as you refrained from letting more tears flow down. "You're stronger than this, Eunjoo. You're used to this. You're not going to let it get to you."

You shook your head and went to the kitchen to drink water.

"I won't let him just—"

You knitted your eyebrows in irritation as you heard your phone ring from the living room. You downed the glass of water and placed it on the sink. You quickly ran to the living room and took your phone out of your bag. Seeing the name on the screen, your eyes brightened.

"Mom!" You greeted with a cheerful voice as you tried sounding better. She'll probably get worried when she hears your sad—

"Eunjoo, my daughter. How are you? I called because Eunae kept bugging me for a new phone, but as you know, I've been paying for your father's debts on the market. Can you send money in advance? Your pay comes next week, right? Eunae can't wait to buy the new phone as it's a limited edition one."

Your smile faltered as you gripped on your phone tighter.

"I-Is that so? I'm doing great here. How's Eunae's school? I think I can only send—"

"Eunae's won't stop making a fuss. She says she really needs it. I would buy it for her if I can, but we're just too tight on savings this time. Can you also send more for your father's monthly insurance? I can't do this on my own. Hmm? You'll do that for us, right?" Your mother's voice sounded pitiful, but you couldn't sense the warmth you've always yearned to hear.

It's like she just remembers you on the worst times.

"O-Of course, I'll try to—"

"Don't just try, do it. You're living the city life now, so you must be enjoying it without us. We're in the province managing the almost dead farm, and you're living better, so do it for us. It's the least you can do!" And her sweet facade faded.

It was always like this. You're used to it.

"I know, mom. How much will you need?"

"At least five million won."

"Not even a million, but five? How much is that phone? It's also hard living in the city, mom. You know I only give you half of that as I have living expenses too—" You incredulously slid your fingers into your messy hair, getting frustrated every second talking to her.

"It's important for your sister! You can't even give her that? She's been working hard in school, and her birthday's coming up in the next two months too! Why are you being stingy, Eunjoo?" She raised her voice easily as she grumbled about your response— which was just stating the truth.

"I have savings, mom, but why five million? I can only give at least 3.5 million. But that would be for this month's allowance—"

"You are so selfish, Nam Eunjoo."

Your mouth gapped unconsciously because of your own mother's words. You could hear her disappointed chuckle on the other line, her tongue clicking as if annoyed. Your eyes welled up, but you nodded in acceptance.

"Okay. I'll send the money before this week ends."

As usual, you surrendered to her.

"You should have said earlier, my daughter." Her sweet voice filled your ears, slowly touching your aching heart. "Eunae would be happy, and your father would be relieved."

You smiled.

"Hmm. Take care, mom."

"I'll send your regards to them. Thank you, Eunjoo." She mumbled quickly as if her business was done here. "I won't bother you longer. Bye, hun."

"Bye, mom. I love—" You didn't get to finish as the line was cut. You looked at the framed picture at the side table near the sofa, smiling bitterly. "—you."

Being the eldest child was an honor for you. It gave you the opportunity to provide for your family and the chance to make them a lot more proud. It was fine that you were separated to earn more, it was for them anyway. It was fine not being able to talk or see them regularly, you have a different life here than in the rural areas.

But sometimes, it was lonely.

"Ma'am, your coffee's getting cold. Want me to warm it up again?"

You glanced at the untouched cup of coffee beside your hand, all the warmness already left it. It was just lunch time but you had three cups already.

"Yeah, please warm it up." You looked at the staff, who stood beside your seat. Your lips formed an 'o' as you saw the familiar face. "Kyungsoo-ssi."

"Alright." He nodded as he swiftly took your cup with a poker face. You sighed as you looked at your phone, scrolling through your schedule for the week. Perhaps you were too focused on your phone that you didn't notice the staff coming back with your warmed coffee.

"Here you go, Eunjoo-ssi." His warm voice rang your ears, very fitting for the calming atmosphere inside the café. His hand slowly placed down the warmed cup in front of you, slightly brushing your own. "Freebie." He said as he placed a bowl of cookies.

You raised your eyebrows as you looked at him. He just stared back with those owl-like eyes.

"You've got a lot of freebies here, huh." You chuckled as you got one from the bowl. He just hummed as he went away, but not after reminding you.

"We have rentable umbrellas again. You know how to acquire one." He gestured to the counter mindlessly before moving to another table. The old couple welcomed his presence with wide grins, and he automatically smiled at them like a grandson to his own grandparents.

"That cutie. He can smile so easily with them, but is so stingy with me." You mumbled as you munched on the cookie. You smiled as you tasted the balanced sweetness and saltiness in the snack. "This is really good though. Do they sell these?"

Maybe your days will get better soon.

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A/N:

We're still in the early chapters, so don't expect for quick romance, alright? I'm taking my time to make this more realistic (although romance is not working for me irl huhu). If you don't like slow-burn romance, I suggest you prepare yourself before reading this one.

Most of you might be still in high school or early college, but this is a glimpse of an adulting life, I guess? I'm still in college, so basically I'm basing some aspects of the mc's life on my sister's HAHAHAHAH. Hopefully, this chapter gave you an idea of the Eunjoo's background and personality.

Look forward for the next chapters :>

☘ Ch.2

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nanawritesit · 4 months

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

Hyung Line Ver.

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

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

Chanyeol:

You were both sent by the company to be on a new variety show called “Idol Roommates,” where a bunch of idols would be living together in the same house for a month. SM had sent you, Chanyeol, Yeri, and Ten, Hybe had sent Beomgyu, Jake, Sakura, and Minji, and JYP had sent Bangchan, Yuna, Lily, and and Gunil. The fans were super excited to see all of their favorite idols be roommates, and you had to admit, you were a little too excited to be living in such close proximity with Chanyeol.

The first episode began with you all arriving to the house with your label mates, and greeting all the other idols in the kitchen. There were cameras hidden all around the house, except for in the bathrooms, so you never really could tell what was being broadcasted and what wasn’t.

“So, what do we do first?” Sakura asked once everyone had arrived.

“Oh, there’s a note here on the table…” Bangchan said as he reached for it. “‘Welcome to your new home for the next month! In this bowl are all of your names. Please draw for your roommate and choose your rooms in order of your ages.’” he read aloud.

“Well, Chanyeol hyung is the oldest, so he goes first.” Ten explained, patting Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Wow, you don’t have to rub it in.” Chanyeol joked, a playful smile on his face. Everyone laughed along with him, quieting down when he reached into the bowl to draw a name.

“Y/N.” he announced. Everyone turned to you expectantly. Yeri and Ten shot you mischievous grins, to which you blushed and looked away. They knew about your enormous crush on Chanyeol, how he had been your bias since high school, and how you used to have posters of him all over your wall. You shot them a dangerous glare before turning to Chanyeol.

“Alright, shall we go pick our room?” you proposed, desperate to get the attention off yourself.

“Yeah, let’s go!” he agreed, leading you up the stairs.

“This one looks the biggest.” you suggested after you had surveyed all the rooms.

He walked over from the other end of the hall and glanced inside the room you were talking about. “Alright, works for me!”

You had separate beds on opposite sides of the room, but it was still a little awkward. The two of you had several interactions in the past, and they were all pleasant, but mostly formal. You began unpacking your suitcases and shuffling around the room to get settled in silence.

As you did so, you could hear the other groupings running excitedly up the stairs to claim their rooms. Ten and Sakura were first, then Bangchan and Yeri. Gunil had picked Jake, then Beomgyu picked Lily, and that left Yuna and Minji together. Hearing the chatter of your colleagues in the background helped ease the tension a bit.

“Do you sleep with a light on?” Chanyeol asked suddenly, making you jump a bit.

You nodded sheepishly. “I’m a bit scared of the dark to be honest.”

“Ah, you’ll have to remind me. I don’t sleep with a light. Are you okay with having a fan on?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind that!” you told him, shuffling awkwardly. “I’m sorry you got stuck rooming with me. I know I’m not the most fun person in the world.”

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m actually relieved that I drew your name.” he told you reassuringly.

“Really?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re one of the few people I feel comfortable around in the idol world.” he answered, a tiny, bashful grin on his face.

You tried to ignore the flush creeping up your cheeks. “I feel the same way about you.”

Suddenly, Bangchan and Yeri appeared at your door. “Hey, are you guys ready for the debrief? We’re all heading downstairs now.” Chan asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Chanyeol replied, leading you out of the room. He followed Bangchan down the stairs, and with their backs to you, Yeri turned around and wiggled her brows at you. You pushed her forward a bit out of annoyance, causing her to tumble down the stairs by a few steps. You instinctively reached out for her, then looked at her, concerned. You both broke out into laughter, her gripping onto the railing and you holding onto her.

“That would’ve sucked.” Yeri chuckled, holding onto her stomach from laughing so hard.

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“Okay, so all the housework has been assigned.” Sakura declared, setting down her slice of pizza. “We’ll do meals in order of oldest to youngest, and chores in order of youngest to oldest.”

The production company had sent you all pizza for your first dinner, but you were instructed to prepare meals for the house for the rest of the time you would be there. That meant that you and Chanyeol would be preparing breakfast tomorrow.

For the remainder of the night, you all just chilled in the enormous living room and talked about all of your careers while a movie played on the TV. Conversation was flowing so smoothly that time just seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, everyone was getting up to get ready for bed, including you and Chanyeol.

“You can take a shower first.” he told you, sitting down at his bed to check his phone.

“Okay, thanks!” you chirped, making your way over to the bathroom.

Once you were done and in your pajamas, which embarrassingly enough had little kittens all over them, you padded your way back over to your own bed. “It’s all yours.” you told him.

“Awesome, be right back.” he responded, getting up from his bed. He did a double take as he looked at you. “Nice pajamas. They’re cute.”

You blushed, trying to focus on drying your hair. “Thank you. Kaori got them for me and I just can’t resist wearing them, even if they are kind of silly.”

“They’re perfect.” he smiled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks to cool them off. Get it together Y/N. You’re on TV.

You went about the rest of your nightly routine, then curled up in bed to scroll on your phone for a bit. After a while, you heard the water shut off, meaning that Chanyeol was done with his shower. And then it happened. Everything went to black.

You yelped a bit at the sudden darkness, gripping onto your blankets.

“Guys?” you heard Gunil shout from down the hallway.

Everyone started emerging into the hallway with their phone flashlights on. “Is everyone okay?” you heard Lily ask.

“Everyone’s here except for Chanyeol and Y/N.” Jake stated. You heard shuffling down the hallway coming towards your room, which only made your anxiety worsen. You didn’t want any of your adult colleagues to see you scared out of your mind just because the electricity went out.

Just as you were preparing to face your housemates, Chanyeol emerged from the bathroom and practically sprinted over to the door with his own phone’s flashlight.

“Yeah, we’re both good in here.” he told your housemates from the doorway, shielding you from the view. “Since it’s the middle of the night anyway, I say we just all go to sleep. The production company’s cameras will have suddenly shut off, so I’m sure they’ll fix it by morning.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Chan agreed. “Well, since everyone’s okay, let’s just go back to our rooms.”

Once everyone was back in their rooms, Chanyeol rushed over to you, sitting down on your bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. You had never seen him so serious before.

“Yeah… just scared…” you shuddered, gripping onto your blankets.

“It’s okay, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he comforted you, patting your shoulder. “Do you think you can try to go to sleep?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I’d be too anxious. I know that nothing is going to happen to me, but it’s just a fear I’ve never been able to shake.”

He looked as if he was tossing an idea around in his head. Hesitantly, he looked back up at you. “Would you be able to sleep if we shared a bed?”

Your eyes went wide. Was Park Chanyeol actually offering to sleep in the same bed as you just so you would feel safe? It was as if all of your dreams were coming true in this moment.

You coughed awkwardly. “Well um… you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but… it would definitely help.” you stuttered out.

“I don’t mind at all.” he told you, a comforting smile on his features. “I just want you to feel better.”

You grinned, feeling your heart swell with emotions, then scooched over to make room for him.

It was obviously a little bit awkward at first. You both faced away from each other, a good three inches of space between the two of you. You thought that was going to be how the rest of the night went, until you started shaking.

“Y/N, are you trembling?” Chanyeol asked, turning towards you.

You froze. “Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just scared.” you sighed in humiliation.

“It’s alright… do you want me to hold you?” he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” you spat out reluctantly, even though your heart was screaming at you to say yes immediately.

“I want to, Y/N.” he told you, a slight chuckle slipping out as he did so. “I mean, who doesn’t want to hold the person they like as they fall asleep?”

Your heart stopped. More than anything, you said in your head.

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you frantically flopped over to face him completely. “You like me?”

He nodded, a small smirk on his face. “I thought it was obvious.”

Your face broke out into a huge, toothy grin, and you lunged forward to hide your blushing face in his chest. He chuckled at your bashfulness, closing his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Shall we get some sleep?” he asked.

You happily nodded in his hold. “I think I can manage now that I’ll have something to dream about.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before curling up around you.

“Goodnight Chanyeol.”

—————

In the morning, you tumbled awake to see him sitting up against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “I was just about to wake you up.” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded groggily, smiling through squinted eyes. “All thanks to you.” you curled into his side.

“Although you look super adorable right now, we really should get started on breakfast.” he suggested. “We don’t want everyone going hungry.”

“I suppose so…” you sighed, getting out of bed. You both threw on your robes and slippers and made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Alright, what are we working with?” Chanyeol inquired as he opened the fridge, inspecting its contents.

“Well first of all, we’re going to need lots of coffee.” you giggled, busying yourself with the coffee pot.

“Very true. I can get started on some eggs and bacon while you do that.” he decided, swiping the ingredients out of the fridge and moving over to the stove. You prepared breakfast in a comfortable silence, that was, until the front door swung open, and three suited men strode in. You recognized one as your manager, but had no idea who the other two were.

“Hyung? What’s going on?” Chanyeol asked one of the men you didn’t know. You now assumed it was his manager.

“Don’t worry, we shut the cameras off this morning.” the man responded to him. “However, the production manager would like to tell you something.” He turned to the last remaining unidentified man and looked at him begrudgingly. Your own manager looked equally as annoyed with the supposed production manager, tapping his foot impatiently.

The man sighed. “The electrical outage was staged last night. Cameras were rolling throughout the entire night, and everything that went on was broadcasted.”

“You mean… the fans saw…?” you asked meekly, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.

“Yes, they saw you and Chanyeol sleeping in the same bed and confessing to one another.” your manager told you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry kid. They didn’t tell us about this, or else we would’ve told you not to act as if you were in private.”

“There is, however, a bit of good news that goes along with this.” Chanyeol’s manager interjected. “The fans are really happy about it.”

You both snapped your heads up in shock. “Really?”

“Our ratings went through the roof.” the production manager explained. “Just in the past eight hours, we’ve received more viewers than any of our previous pilot episodes combined.”

“What are they saying?” you inquired, still incredibly surprised that the response was positive. Fans were not usually supportive of idol romance, wanting to maintain their own personal fantasies about their idols being available. In fact, “Idol Roomates” was kind of a controversial show because it allowed male and female idols to live together as if they were couples.

“See for yourself.” your manager instructed, holding his phone out to you. You began scrolling through some recent tweets he had pulled up on his phone, Chanyeol looking over your shoulder to read them with you.

I TOLD YOU GUYS IDOL ROOMMATES WAS FIRE, NOW WE GET Y/N AND CHANYEOL CONTENT 🔥

channie was soooo sweet to comfort y/n while she was afraid of the dark 🥺 i love seeing him be so soft to her ❤️

that innocent forehead kiss!!! i love them so much!!! <3

“Wow… that’s amazing.” Chanyeol marveled, running a hand through his hair. “So… what now?”

“Well, that’s up to you guys.” his manager replied. “The company has given us the okay to either confirm or deny the relationship based on your wishes.”

You both glanced at the floor, thinking to yourselves for a moment. Suddenly, you looked up and realized that you didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

“Let’s not say anything.” you suggested. Everyone looked over to you with a slightly shocked expression.

“Nothing?” your manager asked. “You mean, just let them wonder?”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea…” the production manager agreed, tapping his chin in thought. “They are the most popular couple on the show, and no matter what, there are going to be skeptics on whether or not it was staged. Why don’t we just let the show be an experiment?”

“And if we ever do develop a relationship, this can be looked back on as where it developed.” Chanyeol grinned, taking your hand in his.

You grinned at him appreciatively, then turned back to your manager. “Is that okay?”

He shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “It’s your call, kid.”

You looked back over at Chanyeol, who gave you a determined nod.

“Let’s do it.” you decided.

“Alright, case closed.” Chanyeol’s manager stated, clapping his hands together. “We’re going to see that you guys have a few minutes to speak with each other alone before they turn the cameras back on...” He shot a dirty look to the production manager before continuing. “… but other than that, we hope you have fun on the show. And please, don’t take it too far. Fans can be quite temperamental.”

As soon as the three men left the room, you turnt to Chanyeol. “Did you really mean that?”

“What? That I see us developing a relationship?” he asked, scratching his head with a cute smile. “I thought that much was obvious.”

You giggled, shaking your head at yourself. “This is the second time I’ve been completely oblivious. I feel like such a fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” he reassured you, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. His height always allowed him to give the best hugs. He made you feel so safe and cared for. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Thank you…” you whimpered into his chest. “I really do want to make this work.”

“And it will.” he grinned, rocking you slightly. “I promise.”

You looked up, resting your chin on his chest. “I believe you. You promised nothing would happen to me last night, and you were right.”

He smiled down at you affectionately. “There’s one more thing I want to do with these last few minutes we’ll get alone.”

“Hm?” you asked, once again oblivious to his insinuation.

Before you even had time to register what was happening, his lips were on yours. His hands came up to hold onto your face and press himself further up against you. You held your breath, then relaxed into his arms, hands linking together behind his neck. He began to deepen the kiss, puckering his lips against yours repeatedly and darting his tongue between them periodically. When you were completely out of air, you pulled back, both of your chests heaving against one another.

“I can’t wait until this show is over and we can have some real privacy.” you grinned suggestively. “Now, shall we finish breakfast?”

D.O:

You rubbed your sweaty palms against the rough material of your jeans, taking a deep shaky breath as you waited in the recording studio. Usually when you were nervous in a place like this, it was because you were worried about messing up your notes or forgetting the lyrics. But that wasn’t the case today. You had practiced the drama’s OST relentlessly, and knew the song forwards, backwards, and sideways. What you were nervous about was the fact that you were going to be singing a duet with Do Kyungsoo.

Not only were you totally intimidated by his vocals, but you also had the most mortifying crush on him. Everyone at the company seemed to know about it except him, and you wanted to keep it that day. You just hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him today.

You jumped as he entered the room, springing to your feet. He looked ungodly handsome, clad in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and jeans.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled warmly as you locked eyes. “How’s it going?”

“Hey, I’ve been really good!” you choked out, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “How about you? I saw you guys were in Jeju Island last week. I mean, on Instagram, I wasn’t there stalking you or anything. Not that I’m not a fan, but…” you stopped yourself before you dug down into an even deeper hole.

He chuckled at your babbling, somehow finding it endearing. “We were, it was a really good trip. Although I almost threw Baekhyun off a cliff while we were hiking.”

“Oh, that’s not good! Accidents happen, I suppose.” you shrugged, brushing your hair back behind your ears. You could feel a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck, a telltale sign that you were nervous. You had to tell yourself to calm down, you didn’t want to look sweaty when they filmed the video.

“Oh no, it would’ve been on purpose. He was being insufferable.” he explained, grinning evilly. God, he was so attractive.

You laughed, genuinely this time. “I get it. Sometimes I want to strangle the girls.”

He hummed in amusement. “Look at us, bonding over wanting to kill our members.”

You giggled at his comment, feeling yourself relax slightly. Maybe this isn’t going to be so ba-

“Alright guys, the company wants us to film the video now, so in the booth.” your manager decreed as he entered the room.

Nevermind.

“We don’t get a chance to practice at all?” Kyungsoo asked, looking understandably irritated.

“I’m sorry guys, they forgot about the deadline they gave the marketing team for the drama.” the other man explained sympathetically. “They need it within the next hour, and editing is going to need at least a half hour after we film it.”

“Awesome…” you sighed, grabbing a pair of headphones and following Kyungsoo into the booth.

You could feel your nerves getting the better of you, making your hands shake and your throat go dry, both of which would not be good for your performance.

Kyungsoo seemed to notice this, and grabbed your hand gently. Your heart stopped, making you freeze in place.

“Hey, you’ve got this.” he whispered with a comforting smile. “You have the voice of an angel.”

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. He thought your voice was angelic?

“Alright guys, camera is rolling.” your manager said from the control panel. Music starting in 3…2…”

You exhaled as the music started, letting yourself ease up. You glanced over at Kyungsoo. He was looking at you with such kind, sensitive eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you began to sing your lines. When you were looking at him, it was really easy to belt out a love song.

He seemed to feel the same way as he started singing his own verse, his smile never faltering as he gazed into your eyes affectionately.

As you began to sing the chorus together, it was like the stars aligned. You were perfectly in synch, voices intertwining together like two rivers of golden honey merging into one. You were both putting so much passion and energy into the song, the lyrics resonating in both of your hearts as you looked at one another.

As the song came to a close, you both held your notes until the music ended, looking at each other breathlessly. Both of your eyes were twinkling, and you could feel chills running down your spine. That was the best duet you had ever sung with anyone.

“That was amazing you guys!” your manager suddenly said, snapping you out of your daze. “I don’t know how you guys did it perfect on the first try, but great job!”

“Uh, thanks!” you stammered, removing your headphones. You started to blush as you realized the amazing connection you and Kyungsoo had just had. Your anxiety was quickly returning, causing you to act without thinking.

You turned to him. “God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I mean, you are hot, I mean-“

He looked at you expectantly, as if you could possibly recover from that humiliating sentence. However, he didn’t look embarrassed at all. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an anticipated smile.

However, you were far too overwhelmed with your own nerves to notice. “Well, I’m gonna go home. See you later alligator!”

And with that, you bolted out of the studio and ran back to your dorm, not stopping until you were back in your bedroom. Nabi and Kaori were shouting after you, but you just ignored them, slamming your door behind you.

You collapsed your back against the door and slid down until you were on the floor, placing your head in your hands. “‘See you later alligator?’ What am I, 50?!”

—————

After a few hours of cycling through rotting in your bed, pacing the floor in anxiety, crying out of humiliation, and passing out from exhaustion, you were disturbed by yet another knock on your door. You groaned, assuming it was one of your members trying to talk to you again.

“Dude, I love you, but go away, I need to be alone.” you grumbled, pulling your pillow up over your head.

You heard the door open and someone walk in, but you didn’t have the energy to look up. Maybe if I stay really still, they’ll think I’m dead, and then they’ll leave, you thought.

You felt them sink down on the bed next to you and place a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? Can we talk?”

You snapped up, eyes widening as you realized who was in front of you. “Kyungsoo!” You frantically fixed your hair and wiped your face. “Oh god, I look terrible…”

“No you don’t.” he chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You froze at his touch, relishing the feeling of his fingers in your hair before blinking back to reality. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I just thought you should know how well our OST is doing.” he grinned, pulling out his phone. You leaned forward to see the music video you made that already had millions of views in just a few short hours.

“Wow, people love it this much?” you asked in disbelief.

“That’s not all. Look at the comments.” he handed you his phone, and you did as he asked.

You know this drama’s gonna be good when they got Y/N AND Kyungsoo to sing the OST… total power vocal couple!

Y/N and Kyungsoo might as well be the main couple in the drama, their chemistry is insane

the way they sing the song to each other… my heart 💓 💓💓

You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that was blooming in your chest, attempting to fight off your smile to no avail. “They really like us, huh?”

He nodded, setting his phone back down. “There’s another reason I came here.”

“Hm?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity.

He took your hand in his, just as he had done in the recording booth earlier. “Y/N, you don’t have to be so nervous around me. I think you’re adorable, and I really like you.”

Fireworks went off in your stomach. “Y-you do?”

“Of course I do.” he laughed, shaking your hand in exaggeration. “Why do you think I asked to sing the OST with you?”

Your jaw unhinged in shock. “You asked to be paired with me?”

“Well yeah, how else was I going to get close to you?” he chuckled. “I was going to ask you out after we finished, but you ran away so quickly, I never got the chance.

You blinked at him a few times, then erupted into a fit of laughter. He joined you, doubling over slightly.

As you both settled down, he leaned in closer. “Will you go out with me?” he practically whispered.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! Of course I will!”

He smiled brighter than you had ever seen him do before, then slowly inched closer to your face. His eyes were focused on your lips.

Deciding you had been oblivious enough for one day, you took the hint and closed the distance between the two of you, crashing your lips onto his. He placed a hand delicately on your cheek, then began deepening the kiss, until you both pulled away, eyelids fluttering open slowly.

He smirked. “So, where do you want to go, angel voice?”

Kai:

“You’ve got it… you’ve got it…” Ten instructed you, guiding your movements. You were both in the dance practice room, covered in sweat as you went through the routine. You were working on a partner dance for your next solo album, and you wanted it to be with Ten, but somehow it just wasn’t going as planned. You were stumbling through the steps, there was no flow so your movements were jerky, and you somehow couldn’t shake the tense expression from your face.

As the music finished, you awkwardly caught your footing and struck the most pathetic ending pose you’d ever done. Ten gave you a crooked smile out of sympathy, which somehow made you feel ten times worse.

“Ugh, this is hopeless.” you sighed, throwing your hands up in resignation as you plopped down on the floor and leaned your back up against the mirror. “I’m never going to get this routine down in time.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” he attempted to reassure you, sitting down next to you. “You’re doing everything right. Sometimes, it just takes a little while to get the right feel for it.”

“Yeah, or I’m just a horrible dancer.” you huffed. You put your head in your hands and scrunched up your hair. The shoot was in two weeks, and this routine had to be perfect. Your fans deserved nothing less.

Ten was conflicted on what he should say next. On one hand, he wanted to tell you how amazing and talented you were, but on the other hand, he knew it wasn’t going to mean anything if you didn’t believe it yourself. He decided to grab a water bottle and hand it to you with a warm smile. “How about you just take a little break? I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few minutes.”

You smiled back at him, taking the water bottle from him gratefully. Your brow furrowed as he stood up and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go find something that’ll help.” he grinned over his shoulder before leaving the room.

You shook your head at his cryptic behavior, then collapsed back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling in desperation. Please God, if you’re listening, please send me something to help with this dance.

“Y/N?” you heard someone ask from the doorway.

You snapped your head down to see who it was, and smiled widely at the pleasant sight before you. “Kai! What are you doing here?”

“Just checking in on my favorite junior.” he smirked, shutting the door behind him as he strolled in. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he stopped in front of you, looking you over with a concerned expression. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Just taking a break.” you replied, stretching slightly. “I’m too bad of a dancer not to.”

He frowned, crouching down to your level to glare at you. “Don’t say that about yourself. You’re an amazing dancer.”

“You haven’t seen me practice this routine.” you chuckled. “I’m sure you would change your mind if you did.”

“Alright then, show me.” he demanded, standing back up and taking a step back.

“Wait, like now?” you asked, slowly getting up yourself. “You don’t even know the routine…”

“I’m sure I can improvise.” he grinned, taking his jacket off and throwing it to the side, leaving him in just a cutoff tank top and sweats. “What, do you doubt my skills?”

“Absolutely not.” you chuckled. You had been secretly admiring him since before you even became a trainee, in more ways than one.

You got into position and waited for the music to start, then thrust into action as you began the routine. The first half went almost perfect, as it was just your solo part. You began to get nervous as the duet portion approached, feeling your muscles begin to tense up.

Kai approached you and placed his hands gently on your waist, a focused spark in his eyes. He somehow knew the exact partner position, and began guiding you across the floor.

“Relax, relax…” he instructed calmly, “remember to breathe.” He spun you around and placed a hand on the small of your back.

You inhaled deeply, holding the breath in your chest for a bit, then exhaled and released all the tension you didn’t realize you were holding onto. You started being able to flow through the moves better, but now you were hyper-focusing the footwork.

“Hey, don’t look at your feet. Focus on me.” he brought you back to center once again, twirling you back to face him and placing his hands on the sides of your face.

You looked up at him, locking in on his pretty brown eyes. It was as if they were telling you exactly what you needed to do, and for a moment, your body was running on autopilot, and all you thought about was being close to him.

“Show me that pretty smile, white swan.” he chuckled with a playful grin, instantly making you giggle and blush.

You actually couldn’t believe that you were going through the entire routine without any problems, and as you struck the ending pose, you were absolutely speechless. “That was…”

“Brilliant!” Ten suddenly interrupted you, causing you to jump away from Kai defensively.

“T-Ten!” you stammered nervously. “We were just-“

“It’s okay, I told him to come here.” your best friend smirked from the doorway. “I found him in the hall and he asked how you were doing.”

“You did?” you asked, a touched lilt to your voice.

“I told you, I wanted to check in on my favorite junior.” Kai explained, brushing the hair out of his face with an innocent half smile. “Ten said you were having trouble with the dance, so I had him show me the training video, and then I told him I’d help you.”

“Oh, well that’s a relief...” you sighed, glad you didn’t have to explain yourself to Ten. “So, you’re not-?”

“Jealous? Hardly.” he chortled, shaking his head. “In fact, I think you should do the dance with Kai for your music video.”

Your jaw unhinged slightly in shock. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, the chemistry is way better. You really seem to enjoy yourself when you’re dancing with him.” he teased, winking at you inadvertently.

You shot him a warning glare, then turned back to Kai. “Is that alright with you?”

“It’d be my pleasure.” he grinned, extending his hand to you. “Shall we?”

—————

It had been a week since your latest solo comeback dropped, and all of Starlight was losing their minds over it. Albums sold out everywhere, you had already one two awards, and everywhere you went, you heard it being played on the radio.

After one of your performance stages, you were sitting in your dressing room, and decided to look over some of the comments on the music video again. You always loved seeing what your fans had to say about your work.

There were a lot about how pretty you looked, how beautiful your vocals were, and how proud of you your fans were, all of which made you giddy with appreciation. However, some were starting to stick out to you and pique your interest. Particularly, the ones about your dance with Kai.

the tension between Y/N and Kai is so thick you could cut it with a knife 👀

i don’t think i’ve ever seen our Y/N dance so well with anyone else than with Kai… i hope they do more stuff together :)

anyone else think Y/N and Kai would make the PERFECT couple??? just me???

You felt your cheeks grow red and warm at the insinuation. I mean, sure, you had been fantasizing about dating Kai for years now. But now that you knew your fans approved, it was all the more flustering.

“Knock knock.” someone interrupted your thoughts as they entered your dressing room.

You looked up, then scoffed playfully. “Kai, if you keep showing up unannounced, I’m going to have to start locking my door. I could’ve been bare faced!”

“And you’d still look just as beautiful.” he commented, smiling at you genuinely.

You pouted your lips affectionately, then stood up to hug him. “Thank you so much.”

“Me? What for?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you to reciprocate the hug.

“If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve gotten that dance down.” you beamed into his shoulder.

A quiet chuckle rang through your ears. “You already had everything you needed to accomplish it. I just pointed you in the right direction.”

You gave him one final squeeze, then invited him to sit down on the couch with you. “So, what brings you all the way here?”

“Well, I had to admit, seeing you do the dance with that backup dancer on stage made me pretty jealous.” he replied, a more serious expression appearing on his face.

“Oh?” you inquired, folding your hands in your lap. “Is that so?”

He nodded slowly. “Indeed. I was going to let it go, but after reading some of the comments on your music video, I was inspired to do something about it.”

Your heart soared as you imagined him reading the exact comments as you had read previously. Did he feel the same butterflies when he read them over?

“And what exactly are you going to do?” you asked, feeling your nerves vibrate harder with every passing second.

“I want to ask you out.” he told you. He leaned in closer to you, to where you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Is that alright?”

“Yes, it is.” you replied, letting a huge smile plaster itself across your face. “And yes, I’ll absolutely go out with you.”

He replicated your large grin, patting your leg affectionately. “That’s wonderful. Because I don’t want you dancing with anyone else.”

You chuckled, squeezing his hand a bit. “Well, you’re going to have to fight my members for that right.”

He thought to himself for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think I could take them, they’re pretty tough. I’ll settle for being the only guy you dance with.”

“Deal.” you giggled, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again, Kai.”

“You’re welcome, white swan.” he chimed. He rose up from his seat and walked over to the door. “I’ll leave you to unwind. I’ll text you later to set up the date, okay?”

You nodded, waving goodbye to him. “Sounds good, talk to you later!”

You turnt back to your mirror, beginning to brush out your curls. However, you were startled as Kai ran back into the room quickly.

He placed a bouquet of flowers on the vanity in front of you, then kissed you on the cheek briskly. “I almost forgot, these are for you. Congratulations on such a good comeback.”

Sehun:

“Excuse me, pardon me, ‘it girl’ coming through!” Nabi declared as you made your way through the busy photo shoot studio.

“Ugh, shut up Nabi!” you scowled over your shoulder at her. “I hate it when you call me that!”

“Hey, I’m not the only one.” the leader shrugged, chuckling mischievously. “Everyone calls you that nowadays.”

“Well, I’d prefer to only deal with it when I’m being interviewed.” you scoffed, setting your bag down at your vanity.

“Spoken like a true queen.” Nabi smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “Why did you even come with me today?”

The younger girl shrugged. “You’ve been stressed lately. I figured I’d tag along to make sure you have a comedic buffer.”

You softened at her kind gesture, touching her arm lightly. “That’s really sweet of you.”

“They also always have huge snack buffets at these things.” she added. “I’m gonna go get a plate, okay?”

You went back to your previous mood, sighing and sitting down. “Yeah, just get me some chips.”

You watched her skitter off to the snack table, shaking your head at her. In front of the other girls, she was a strict, stern dictator. But around you, the only member older than her, she was a true child. However, she was your best friend, so you tried to find it endearing.

“Y/N?” a deep voice inquired from behind you.

You spun around in your chair and gawked at the realization of who stood in front of you. “Sehun?!”

He smiled at your surprise, holding out his arms in a dramatic gesture. “In the flesh.”

You sprung up out of your chair in an instant, practically jumping into his arms to give him a hug. He stumbled backwards a bit, laughing at your sudden affection, then caught his footing and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you told him, pulling away. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the Valentine’s Day shoot.” he replied.

You knit your brows together in confusion. “Really? Because this is…” You looked around the studio, then it dawned on you. There were heart shaped decorations and pink balloons everywhere, and the studio had a romantic, dim lighting.

“Oh… they didn’t tell me this would be a couple’s shoot…” you chuckled awkwardly.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? That’s strange. Maybe they knew you’d be nervous if you were told ahead of time that you’d be doing a shoot with the Great Oh Sehun.” He flipped his hair dramatically, a cocky smirk on his face.

You scrunched your nose up, hitting him on the arm playfully. “Ugh, don’t be so smug. It doesn’t suit you.” You were actually just trying to hide the fact that he was right.

Sehun had been slowly becoming one of your best friends at the company, ever since that day he walked in on you being bullied by a bunch of female trainees and silenced all of them with his presence. He was actually competing with Yeri, Ten, and Karina for a spot on your BFF list.

However, you had always secretly hoped for more with him. He was so kind, even though he could seem cold at first, and he always made you laugh. He was so caring, despite how hard he tried not to be, and had incredible wit and humor. Plus, there was the fact that he was incredibly handsome. Like, obnoxiously so. But, as much you wanted things to go to the next level, they remained stagnant. Neither of you were the most upfront about your feelings.

“There you guys are!” the director suddenly clapped his hands behind you, pulling you away from your conversation. “I’ll let makeup and wardrobe know you’re here, and we should be able to start shooting in about an hour.”

You both nodded and thanked him, then turned back to one another.

“See you behind the camera.” Sehun proposed with a minuscule wink that was so small you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been admiring his features so closely these past few years.

You sent him one last smile, then turned back to your vanity while he strode over to his own.

Suddenly, Nabi reappeared next to you with a plate full of snacks. “What was that about?” she asked, crunching on a pretzel.

“Oh nothing, I just have to do an amorous photo shoot with my secret crush.” you grumbled, falling back against your chair with your hands bunched up in your hair. “Did you get my chips?”

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“Nabi! Either be helpful or leave!”

—————

The hour of makeup and wardrobe went by way too fast for your liking. You had been trying to build up your courage to no avail. It seemed hopeless. How on Earth were you going to do a romantic couple’s shoot with your crush without it looking you were hopelessly devoted to him? Not that you weren’t, you just didn’t need the whole world knowing it. That would be mortifying, not to mention a total career killer.

You walked over to the photo setup, which featured a red velvet sofa and a table with an extravagant bouquet of flowers. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, making one last stitch effort to calm yourself down. Settle down, Y/N. It’s just a photo shoot with your colleague. I’m sure he won’t even be-

“Is this chain on straight?” your thoughts were interrupted by the man in question. You flipped around to see him dressed in a deep v-neck black blazer with a white button-up shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone to reveal his chest, adorned with a glimmering silver chain necklace. His thick black locks were tousled and textured perfectly around his forehead, and his skin was practically glowing.

Okay nevermind, time to panic.

“Holy shit, you look hot.” you heard yourself speak, although you don’t remember making the decision to. Instant regret flooded your brain, and you immediately began apologizing. “Oh my god, I meant the chain looks hot. I’m sorry. I mean, not that you’re not hot, I just…”

“Thank you.” he cut you off, a pleased smile evident on his features. “You look hot too.”

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. “Th-Thank you…” You were sure your face was as red as a tomato. However, you had to admit, you did look pretty hot in your tight red dress, pearls, vampy lipstick, and red strappy heels.

“Alright, we’re ready to get started!” the director declared from his chair. “Sehun, I’d like to start with you laying on the couch horizontally. Y/N, go ahead and sit on his lap facing the camera.”

You did as instructed, although uncomfortably. He sensed your tension and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, just relax.” he suggested, a reassuring smile directed at you.

You gave him an appreciative grin, loosening up and leaning into his form.

“Okay, now Sehun, put your chin on Y/N’s shoulder and rest your head against her neck. Y/N, just keep looking forward.”

The camera flashed a few times, with a few breaks in between to look over the shots.

“I’m really proud of you, you know.” Sehun told you while the camera crew was busy.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, laying against the back of the couch.

“You’ve come a long way from the girl I met who was letting some older trainees pick on her.” he teased. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when I appeared next to you.”

You laughed at the memory. “And I’ll never forget the looks on those girls’ faces when you told them off.”

He joined you in your laughter. “Notice how none of them are at the company anymore, and how you’re the ‘it girl’ now?”

You smiled contentedly. “Everyone seems to be calling me that these days.”

He suddenly scooped you up in his arms and pulled you down to his chest, ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’ve always been my ‘it girl’ Y/N, from day one.”

You squealed as he caged you in his arms, feigning resistance. A sudden flash went off, and you both looked up to see the camera crew staring at you blankly.

“Ah, sorry guys, that was my fault...” a feeble intern announced nervously. “I accidentally hit the wrong button.”

“Wait, let me see that shot…” the director demanded, motioning for the camera to be brought over to him. He looked it over, then turnt to you both with a baffled expression. “This is it. This is our cover photo.”

“What? No way.” you marveled, getting up and walking over to the director. Sehun followed you, catching you as you stumbled a bit in your heels. You looked at the photo, and soon you were both making the same face that the director had made a few seconds ago. “Woah… this is amazing…”

“Look at how beautiful you are…” Sehun commented, taking in the picture lovingly.

You blushed, nudging him slightly.

The director clapped his hands dramatically, snapping you both back to reality. “Alright, let’s keep this energy going! Next I want a shot of Y/N pulling Sehun in by his chain!”

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A few days later, you were chilling out at the dorm with your members, having a much needed girls’ night. All of your favorite snacks were laid out on the coffee table, you were all in your pajamas, and there was a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV, even though none of you were paying attention to it. You were far too busy gossiping, squealing, and beautifying each other. It might have been stereotypical girl behavior, but it was incredibly therapeutic.

“Everyone shut up!” Nabi suddenly decreed, jumping up on the couch and holding something behind her back.

You looked up from braiding Kaori’s hair. “Oh god, what is it now?”

The younger girls all laughed, finding it hilarious that you were the only one able to talk to Nabi like that.

“Well ‘it girl,’ it just so happens that I have the most recent issue of Elle in my hands.” the leader grinned evilly, brandishing the magazine out in front of her.

The other three girls all gasped and rushed over to grab at it, except for Iseul, who just jumped up and down excitedly. Her nails were still wet from Marie painting them a few minutes ago.

“Oh my god, you look so hot!” Marie marveled, flipping through the glossy pages.

“Yeah, and this one of you pulling Sehun in by his chain is just perfect!” Iseul nodded in agreement.

“Wait, the shoot was with Sehun?” Kaori asked, her eyes going wide with innocent shock.

“Yes Kaori, we talked about it three days ago. Keep up.” Marie groaned at the maknae.

“Hey, be nice.” you warned protectively. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yeah right. You’ve only been in love with him for years now.” Nabi challenged you, jumping down from the couch.

“I am not in love with him.” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, he doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“The fans seem to think differently.” Nabi commented smugly, whipping out her phone. “Look what they’re saying on Elle’s post about it.”

You snatched the phone out of her hand and began to skim over the comments.

you could tell me the cover shot was totally improvised and i’d believe you… their affection looks so real <3

who knew the oldest member of Etoile and the youngest member of EXO would make such a fire couple? TOTAL goals!

The fact that they’ve been friends since Y/N was a trainee makes this so much cuter… they’re clearly in love with each other 💞

These two OWN Valentine’s Day now 😤

“Look at how big her smile is!” Kaori grinned admiringly at you.

“I know, it’s so cute!” Marie added, wrapping her arms around your maknae and twirling her around. “‘Oh Sehun, please marry me!’”

“‘Oh Y/N, I’d love to make you my wife!’” the younger girl acted out, giggling madly.

You scowled, trying not to laugh along with them. “How come you two only get along when it’s at my expense?”

You all froze as the sound of a phone ringing suddenly cut through the noise.

You looked over at the end table to see your phone lit up and vibrating. You picked it up and unhinged your jaw as you saw who it was from. “It’s Sehun. I’m gonna go take this.” You got up and rushed down the hall to your bedroom.

The three youngest members attempted to follow you, but Nabi stood protectively in front of the hallway. “Nope, no one is eavesdropping. This should be private.” Marie, Iseul, and Kaori started pouting and vocalizing their protest. That was, until Nabi gave them her signature glare. “Living room, now.” She really was a great leader when she wanted to be.

Shutting your door behind you, you answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s me.” Sehun said from the other end. He sounded uncharacteristically anxious.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a concerned manner.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he coughed nervously. “I just wanted to… you know….”

“Wanted to what?” you giggled, sitting down on your bed.

You heard him exhale momentarily as if mentally preparing himself for something. “If you’d like to go out with me for Valentine’s Day?”

Your breath hitched in your chest. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it again…” he sighed, clearly having trouble being this forward. “I just… we had so much fun at the shoot together… and you’re just so cool, and fun, and pretty. I’ve never really known how or when to say it, but… something about that couples’ shoot just pushed me to go for it. So will you?”

You clutched onto your chest as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded to Earth. “Yes… yes, of course I will!”

“Really?” he marveled, sounding genuinely surprised. “I can’t believe you agreed.”

“Sehun, I’ve literally been waiting for you to ask me out for years now.” you chuckled. “You’re the worst at picking up on signals.”

“Yeah, well you’re not very good at sending them.” he teased, clearly getting his confidence back.

You laughed cutely into the phone. “We’re not very good at this are we…”

“No, not at all.” he chortled, shaking his head. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “And just so you know… I meant it when I said that you’ve been my ‘it girl’ since day one.”

You blushed with a small smile. “I usually hate it when people call me that. But with you, it feels good.”

“Well, I’ll have to call you by that name as much as possible. Then you can be mine exclusively, and no one else’s.” he replied.

You laughed once again, feeling like a giddy school girl. “I always have been, remember?”

He laughed at your sudden cockiness, knowing that you definitely learned it from him. “I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day?”

You nodded, feeling your lips curl up into a grin. “I’ll see you then.”

“Goodnight, my ‘it girl.’”

“Goodnight Sehun.” you giggled, hanging up the phone. You then threw it across the room and flopped back onto your bed, rolling around and kicking your feet in ecstasy.

“Y/N! What happened?” Marie suddenly burst through your door, followed by the other girls. You assumed Nabi held them off as long as she could, but eventually lost strength. There were three of them after all.

You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Guess who’s going out with Sehun on Valentine’s Day!”

The four girls all screamed and jumped on your bed, showering you with praise and congratulations. You laughed as you captured them all in a group hug. It was then that you realized you didn’t need to be the ‘it girl’ to be happy, you just needed moments like these. And with Sehun, they seemed to just keep coming.

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jongbross · 3 months

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Hi, it’s boyfriends things with Exo😅🤍

Thanks

kim minseok:

cutest boyfriend out there

will take such good care of you 🥹

is literally a keeper

your family loves him, he just charms everyone around him

might be a bit difficult as sometimes he can't see why you're still with him

doesn't realize that you're the luckiest person for having HIM

kisses your nose a lot

holds your hand while walking on the street

listen to you vent and gives you the best advices

won't let you sleep in though, so good luck with that

kim junmyeon:

the personification of a gentleman

pulls chairs for you, open doors, makes sure you're with your seatbelt on, doesn't let you walk on the side of the sidewalk that's closer to the street, etc

has the warmest hugs

can literally hug you for hours if you let him

secretly plans to pop out the question in the near future

buys you anything you want. anything.

respects your opinions SO MUCH, it's ridiculous

has the boyfie vibe somehow, so people don't hit on him anymore

chanyeol can see how much he changed because of you, how he's much more bubbly now

"you made him worse!!" (joking)

zhang yixing:

nicest boyfriend out there

dude is just soooo chill, your friends adore him

shows you random stuff on your phone just so you can laugh about it together

hands you his jacket whenever you're cold, but scolds you for not taking one with you

calls you a lot whenever he's away

you'll have to take care of his cats, i'm sorry

does this thing where he kisses both your temples before kissing your lips when he has to say goodbye to you before traveling

passes out beside you on bed while you're talking about a nice recipe you saw on tiktok

doesn't bring up marriage if you don't

really, really hopes you do

byun baekhyun:

i hate him, but congrats to you, i guess

ugh he's just so sweet

takes you out EVERYWHERE, like picks you up at your place

always has a smile on his face when he's around you

asks you about your day and listens to carefully

holds your hand while driving

charms your mom with helping her on the kitchen, it's like a scene straight out of a movie

sings 24/7, so your house is never silent anymore (your neighbors hate you though)

has a whole way of talking that's for you and for you only

you can't trick me baekhyun, i know you must have at least one (1) flaw

kim jongdae:

sunshine boyfriend

let's you sleep in whenever you feel like it

clears some space on his wardrobe/drawers for your clothes and things

"jagi, can we cuddle?"

has so much fun playing with you, you're literally he's best friend

always places bets with you

lots of kisses on your cheek

randomly smiles to you because he knows it makes you happy to see him smile

likes to take you away for the weekend, just you and him

loyal af

park chanyeol:

the "it's okay, i got it" boyfriend

personal uber driver, takes you everywhere if you let him

really, reaaally stubborn

can't sit still, is always looking for something to do with you

"did you see they opened a new bowling place downtown?"

purposely leaves his things at your place

his house is way bigger than yours but he doesn't care

plays guitar while you cook dinner

kisses you everytime you feed him

loves when you sleep on top of him

do kyungsoo:

he's comfort embodied in a person

likes to have breakfast with you, it's like his favorite part of the day

bonds with your pet if you have one (and they love him)

saves new videos on youtube to watch it with you

is in charge of cooking, always

asks you to help him shave just because

gets excited whenever something good happens to you

is your number 01 supporter

loves when you cuddle closer to him in your sleep

shy forehead kisses whenever he can't find the words to express his feelings

kim jongin:

cutest, most caring boyfriend

respects you more than anything in this world

listens to you so carefully whenever you have something to say

is willing to fix some of his bad habits for you

needs constant reassurance that you love him, just because he loves you so much and can't stand the thought of you falling out of love

laughs so hard at your jokes, and they're not even that funny

pays for every meal but lets you pay for his coffee so you won't feel bad

helps you choose your outfits

loves when you play with his hair

wanna have a baby with you so bad

oh sehun:

gets offended whenever someone treats you badly

"why didn't you tell me?? i would've give them a piece of my mind"

smirks whenever he sees you wearing his clothes, he just loves it

calls you whenever he can't go see you

encourages you to go see your friends, especially when he can't be around

but let's be honest, he's attached to you by the hip

rolls his eyes whenever you baby him, but secretly loves it

stares at you dearly when you're talking to his hyungs or his family

lets you play with his fingers when you're bored or too shy to talk to people

dude is so in love it's actually sickening

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prettywordsyouleft · 1 year

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The Secret Library

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo, ft. OC & female reader

Genre: fantasy / angst

Warnings: blood, talk of danger and death, an ominous unknown future

Word count: 2445

A/N: Welcome to the fourth week of Frightful October. The theme is Forgotten Tales, and this is a continuation of my story last week set in the King of Demons world.

This story could be read as a standalone, but it has a character from the previous story that you might wish for more information on. I also would like to set this up as a world of its own in the future if readers would be interested. As such, this could read as a prologue.

The King’s Sorcerer | The Huntsman | Gatekeeper | The Secret Library | Stories Told on Hallow’s Eve

Glancing over her shoulder another time, she hurried along a darkened alleyway, expertly taking turns into smaller passageways of the winding labyrinth. The creature couldn’t be too far away, the stench of death and decay still consumed the humid air. She needed to move faster, but the injury to her side was slowing her down, risking the mission entirely. Delirium was hard to fight off, much like the pain, but as a seasoned warrior, someone who had endured darker hells than this, Airi knew she was strong enough to remain alert a little longer. The desperation in her chest pushed her harder, helping her slip around another corner. She almost gasped with relief when the flickering sign came into view. Airi had to get the message into safe hands, to ensure this all wouldn’t be in vain. Too many had died tonight, and she wasn’t even sure she would make it to see another dawn.

Her life was irrelevant in the grander schemes of things.

Heaving a deep breath, she stumbled into the bookstore, her pace driving her right into the countertop. Wincing at the agony of connecting with the wooden barrier she now leaned upon, Airi caught the attention of the bored attendant on the stool.

He wasn’t even phased by her bleeding and dishevelled appearance, as if this was how most patrons came hurtling into the store. For all she knew, he probably witnessed entities like herself more often than not. Sighing, he placed a bookmark into the novel he held, and her eyes washed over the literary fiction with little curiosity. Now wasn’t the time for pondering humans and their oddities.

“I need,” she started with a wheeze, hissing when it hurt to utter the words. “I need you to keep a secret.”

Kyungsoo wanted a holiday. He wasn’t usually someone who dreamed of locations like Paris or Rome for a getaway. But after another night of sitting out front in his grandfather’s bookstore, he craved going someplace else. Anywhere would be fine, so long as he could spend his time doing anything but inhaling the scent of paper. It had been so long since he breathed in fresh air or basked in the heat of the sun. His nights were long and boring, and aside from the shelves of books and the odd intrigued person who entered to see why on earth a bookstore would be open at 2am in such a location as this, it was just him here.

Every night.

For some years, Kyungsoo hadn’t understood it either. Just why had his grandfather given up his life to guard such a place? And then, when the old man had grown frail, he begged Kyungsoo to take over for him since his parents were no longer around to do so. The idea sounded so preposterous to him. Someone like him didn’t make sense in a room surrounded by books, even if it had been all he’d ever known. His family had a long history of being bookkeepers. Some of his longest companions had been the grimoires in the library that he had played and talked to as a child.

Flipping to another page in the book he held, he paused when he heard something in the distance. Angling his ear to the door, he listened until the pounding of his heart rate picked up and the thundering beat overwhelmed his ability to listen to the advancing steps his way.

Holiday options now forgotten, Kyungsoo counted down the moments until the door swung open.

It was an onslaught to his senses when the bell above the door chimed and slammed shut behind the patron. The metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils, and he could tell that the newcomer wasn’t just drenched in the blood of their enemies. There was a sweeter note to the blood coming from their side, no doubt pooling into a hand as only one seemed to grip the top of the counter between them. The person’s breathing was ragged, as if they had endured too much. From what Kyungsoo could sense, he’d had to assume the worst.

Another mercenary.

Sometimes, and the main reason he sat out front in this lonely bookstore every night, not selling much and not caring to do so either, was because his family were in the business of keeping other books. Large tomes and grimoires that told the deepest and darkest stories that no history wished to repeat. Final words that needed to be written down or be lost forever. Or worse – they traded magical oaths in order to send messages to realms other than this one.

They were Secret Minders, bound to serve all those who entered this store in search of a place to store information that didn’t belong in the hands of anyone else but theirs. Or his, since he was the only one left now.

He sighed. Although he had been bored out of his brain, he hadn’t quite wanted to make such a long trek tonight before dawn arrived. It wasn’t his strong point, but he would make do, he supposed. It would save him from having to do so in a few more hours.

“I need… I need you to keep a secret.”

He expelled another heavy breath at the female’s request, rounding the counter and heading towards the front door before turning the lock. He flicked off the neon sign outside, and the shop succumbed to darkness.

The light didn’t matter much to him either way, but the person who had heaved out the sentence grew wary. It was her first time here, then.

“Follow me,” he stated gruffly, moving towards a door to the left. He didn’t wait to see if she would follow him – or if she could even do so. Kyungsoo had learned over the years that offering someone a hand only made things worse for everyone involved. If she wanted to leave precious messages here, then surely she would make it to the library to do so.

Counting the steps internally as he’d always done since he was a child, Kyungsoo descended slowly into the lower parts of the building. He had once asked his father as a child whether the bookstore was the biggest building in the area with how many steps it took to travel back and forth to the storefront. He had merely chuckled and assured Kyungsoo that the bookstore was as small as a shoebox in comparison to everything else up there.

It hadn’t been until he was a teenager that he realised the temple below the building was tethered to another world.

It was around the fiftieth step down when she acknowledged this also. “We are no longer in the human realm.”

“Would you like to return?”

“No. Hallowed brethren, no.”

He continued to count his steps in silence, listening to the breathing behind him as it grew more laboured. He hoped she would make it. Eventually, his steps evened out onto the marble floors, and Kyungsoo expertly weaved between pillars until he found the section he required. There laid a large writer’s desk, covered in piles of paper and pens.

“Is your secret a large one?” he enquired professionally; hands ready to reach for various types of paper. If it was simply a quick note to be sent between comrades, he would grab from the stack on the right. To someone they were intimately involved with, it would be the top papers, and for national leaders or governments, he’d need a bigger sheet located in the only drawer. He hoped he wouldn’t need to reach to the left, but a sinking feeling in his chest knew before she uttered an answer.

“It’s a matter of life or death for my people.”

“Ah. Are you aware of the price of such a message?” he replied, inhaling deeply before slipping his hands to the left. The coolness of the obsidian fountain pen sitting on top of the thick parchment froze him momentarily, and Kyungsoo offered the writing tool his desire for a vacation in return for its compliance.

Much like the books he guarded, the pens had minds of their own also. This one enjoyed the emotions of the beholder, especially if the person lamented something to it. He felt the caress of dark laughter wisp around him and then he was free to position the pen more easily in his hand, taking a piece of paper to put in the middle of the table.

“What just happened?”

“Your message and agreement on the price,” he replied, not sharing the details. Much as she needed someone safe to keep her secrets, Kyungsoo protected the mysteries of this place. In the wrong hands, this pen could wreak havoc, and the books that he governed could destroy a great deal more.

Secrets after all held a greater weight once whispered upon paper.

“Yes. I’m aware of what I will pay in return. Are you certain you will be able to write legibly, Secret Minder?” she questioned softly, and Kyungsoo grunted. She was observant then.

“I have the pen in my hand, do I not?”

“Yes, but—”

“Come, I have not once complained about you bleeding upon my marble floors. Do you know how hard that is to clean up? You aren’t here to discuss who I am, simply to ensure your message is sent before it cannot be.”

He was certain she straightened, and this was confirmed by a hiss pulling at her wound. The words she uttered were fast and lethal, and as he expertly relayed them with his tools, Kyungsoo’s mind reeled. It sounded as if he was reading one of the older tomes in the corner bookstack that his mother had once found him opening and scolded him for the nightmares he had subsequently given himself for weeks. He had wet the bed every night for a month out of fear. Now, as an adult, he was thankful his fear was more appropriately distributed through his muscles tightening and the clenching of his jaw.

She let out a weary breath when she was done, and Kyungsoo’s hand trembled as he placed the pen down on the tabletop, ensuring to put it over the left stack of papers again.

“I need you to place your seal upon this,” he instructed, and felt the woman lean in and pressed her hand into the parchment.

“How long will it take to deliver?” a weaker-sounding voice wondered, and Kyungsoo glanced in her direction with a grim line on his mouth.

“I’ll add it to the appropriate volume in just a moment. It will make its way to whom you asked me to address it to in an instant. Your message will securely reach its destination.”

“And then?”

“And then it will be very quick,” he announced, sensing her nod. He thought over the contents he had written down and attempted to smile. “Your name is Airi?”

“It is.”

“Your name means messenger,” he murmured, and a small laugh left her. “You have fulfilled that role then.”

“A mere message isn’t enough for what is to come,” she coughed out, not following when Kyungsoo strode to a row of books near the desk, counting the spines until he handled the thirteenth volume on the third shelf. He opened it and hesitated in adding the new page to the book.

Glancing over his shoulder once more in Airi’s direction, he smiled sadly. “No, I suppose not. But without such warning, many more people would die. You are a saviour to your kind.”

“Thank you.”

He didn’t say anything in return. In his earlier years, he would apologise profusely. Maybe even cry. Whilst tears prickled his eyes, he didn’t let them fall. Instead, Kyungsoo shoved the page into the book, feeling it weld into place.

Airi didn’t make a noise, not that he would have been able to hear her over the words he added being played out as they were sent to their destination.

A Queen.

It is in earnest that I risk everything to let you know. The old Gods have broken away from their prison and taken down an entire battalion as fast as an eclipse takes away the sun. I fear I may be the only survivor. They plan to head to our realm after some time building their energy and causing chaos in the human lands. I have sought out the Secret Minder in order to alert you, along with our allies that you must make haste in preparation for the Gods’ invasion.

They plan to kill us all.

Kyungsoo’s eyes had closed upon feeling the words he’d written around him, and an image of a woman entered his mind. He stumbled into the shelving and gripped on tightly, consuming the image like a man parched for water.

It had been some time since he had seen anything, after all.

You didn’t look like a Queen, not at first glance. As he washed his seeing eyes over you again, he didn’t see a regal tilt to your head or a proud nose. There was no air of grace to the way you stood in the hallway of what he presumed to be a castle, and your tunic and pants ensemble was a far cry from a leader who sat on a throne and drank wine merrily.

But there was nothing plain about you either. He was utterly transfixed, much as you were at the parchment paper that appeared in front of you, confident hands reaching out to grasp it.

“Secret Minder,” you spoke, somehow knowing he was watching on. Perhaps you were older than you appeared and had met with someone else in his family before when they delivered messages. It wasn’t often that the link between the message and scriber carried to its recipient, though. This was only his second time. “Is this true?”

“I merely write what I’m told,” he replied, and you nodded once.

“Very well. Your message has been received. Is that the Temple of Secrets I see behind you?”

Kyungsoo blinked. You could see him too? That didn’t happen last time.

“I uh—”

“I am in need of your services,” you continued, and somehow met his gaze. “I will come to you.”

And with that, his focus blurred until he couldn’t see anything distinguishable again. He knew the link had been cut, and aside from the beating of his heart, there was no sound within the library. He moved back to where Airi had been last standing, stooping down to feel the ground.

He sighed as he held up a handful of warm ash. The payment had been made.

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NEXT: STORIES TOLD ON HALLOW’S EVE (31st OCTOBER)

[Frightful October Masterlist] | [EXO Masterlist] | [Main Masterlist]

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xotaemintol · 8 months

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Hi ! Can u make a steamy make out/dry humping session after a long tiring day of Kyungsoo and gf reader please! Thank u 🩷

HIIII Ty for your assskkk! ofc I can! This is my first time writing for him so I wanted to make sure I kept it short so I didn’t stray too far away from what could be considered accurate, but I do plan on writing more for him bc I absolutely adore him 🤭

WORD COUNT: 371

Your fingers tangle in his black hair as he rests on your hips, slowly guiding them as you grind against him with nothing but your thin underwear and his black dress pants between the two of you. His tongue gracefully moves in your mouth as he kisses you, neither of you planned to go this far, he said that he was going out because he had work and you said that you were going to spend the day catching up on old hobbies since you had nothing to do, but after one kiss that last a little too long Kyungsoo couldn’t help but melt as your fingertips traced up the back of his neck and into his hair, all it took was for him to lean in a little closer, pressing your back against the table as his hand rested on your hip for you to want more. In a matter of seconds, you were on top of him, grinding against him in your nightgown as you lustfully kissed each other only pulling away for short breaths of air.

For a second, as he began kissing down your neck while pushing your thin nightgown up, you wanted to warn him that he’d be late, but the feeling of his fingers brushing over your nipples quickly made you change your mind. Clinging to him you press yourself down onto him harder, the feeling of his fully erect cock underneath you felt so good, and every gentle touch from his hands made that feeling intensify greatly.

“You’re so pretty,” He muttered against your hot skin, chills rising all over your body as you feel his breath on your neck, “Soo…” You felt like you could hardly breathe with how excited you were becoming, shamelessly grinding against him faster as you become increasingly wet you started to feel tingles all over your body. His soft lips felt like heaven, and his heavy breathing as he left sweet kisses on your jaw was making you feel like you’d explode, “I’m gonna be late…” He said in between short kisses, but you were far too gone to stop, you needed him, and it was too late to stop now. “Just fifteen more minutes…I’ve missed you.”

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years

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Kyungsoo Imagines: Supporting his s/o during and after pregnancy

Hello! I received a fluff request from a lovely anon for writing about Kyungsoo supporting his s/o through her pregnancy and beyond so here we are! Please consider liking, commenting, re-blogging and/or following if you enjoy(ed) what you read. Thanks!

*Disclaimer: Please note that my EXO reactions/imagines are not facts and are based on how I imagine they might react based on public knowledge of their personalities*

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During Pregnancy:

Kyungsoo is so caring of his other members, so he’d be the caringest, sweet bean to his wife during pregnancy

He would totally go with you to all your doctor’s appointments and ask tons of questions to make sure he was doing his best to support you

Regularly checks out childbirth and parenting books from the library so he is prepared

Extremely dedicated to cooking you delicious and nutritious meals–but would go get craving foods if you wanted them (just not so, so often)

Would offer backrubs (and maybe foot rubs) when you are feeling achy

Very protective–would unconsciously pull you close and place his hand over your stomach in public places

Sings songs to you that he knows you find relaxing–basically the entire Empathy album

Takes care of the cleaning because he knows how tired you get–tells you to sit down if he catches you attempting to wipe anything down

Would attend childbirth classes with you (albeit somewhat awkwardly)

Wants the baby’s room to be simple and functional–but knows you need to “nest” and add lots of things

Just overall very soft, caring, and gentle

After the Baby is Born:

Slightly panics because you both *forget* everything you know about babies (LOL)

Holds the baby very, very delicately

Offers to feed the baby during the night so you can get some sleep (you share the responsibilities equally)

YouTubes “how to make baby food from scratch”

Carries a picture of you and the baby in his wallet (and squishy smiles at it all day when he’s away from you)

Cooks you more seaweed soup that you could ever eat

Would be respectful of your boundaries and definitely would not push for any type of intimacy until you were ready

Checks in on you often throughout the day through text and phone calls

Has a folder on his phone full of cute pictures of you and the baby asleep together

Can be found singing to the baby to coax him/her to go down for a nap

Eagerly awaiting the day he can cook with “little chef”

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XOXO,

Emmy

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inspired-by-the-music · 7 months

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Sudden Rain, Chapter 5

Kyungsoo's POV

I woke up to my worst nightmare.

Chanyeol pounded on my door. When I opened it, he hissed, “There’s a woman downstairs claiming to be your wife. Grandmother and Ms. Oh have cornered her into a conversation, but she’s hell bent on coming up here.”

“What?” I croaked. My stomach dropped and knotted.

Chanyeol smacked the back of my head. “When were you going to tell somebody that you were married? I wouldn’t have nudged you toward my sister if I had known that!”

“Don’t hit me again.” I glared at Chanyeol as I rubbed the back of my head. “Soo-Ah is my ex-wife. We’ve been divorced for over a year, so I don’t know where she gets the nerve to call herself my wife. I don’t know how or why she came here.”

“She’s determined to speak to you,” Chanyeol said. “Do you want me to tell her to get lost?”

It was a tempting offer, but I shook my head. “She won’t listen to you. It’s better to get this—whatever this is—over with. Give me fifteen minutes to change out of my pajamas and send her up here.”

Chanyeol blinked at me. “Are you sure?”

I drew a deep breath and forced myself to nod.

Of course, I couldn’t think of anything worse than speaking to Soo-Ah. It would have been better to see her anywhere else, I decided. It would have been better to see her anywhere other than the inn. It would have been better still for her to forget about me.

I changed into the clothes I had worn on my first day at the inn. They weren’t rain-soaked anymore. Ms. Park had taken the time to wash and dry them. The shirt shrank a bit. The sleeves didn’t quite reach my wrists anymore, so I took the time to roll my sleeves. I had never been good at that.

Soo-Ah knocked on the door. Her black hair was pulled high into a ponytail. She wore a black dress. “Hello, Kyungsoo,” she said, flashing me a ruby red smile. “How are you?”

I blinked at her. “You can’t possible expect me to exchange pleasantries with you.” Her smile fell, and I continued, “What are you doing here?” I motioned for her to come inside so we could keep our conversation private.

She stubbornly filled the doorway. Loudly, she said, “Junmyeon sent me. He said that you were ready to work things out.”

“He—what?” I wheezed. Junmyeon had always been meddlesome, but he had never orchestrated something so terrible. I braced myself against my desk and said, “I’ve told you a million times. There’s nothing to work out. I’m sorry if Junmyeon misled you, but I don’t need—I don’t want to cling to the past.”

“Then don’t.” Soo-Ah sighed and said, “Let’s try something new. I—I know that I was cruel to you, Kyungsoo. I know I broke your heart. I’ve changed a lot in our year apart, though. I’ve missed you more than I thought was possible. The person I am now—I would never hurt you again.”

I couldn’t believe a word she said, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. In the days after I learned about her other lover, I imagined her saying those exact words to me. Now that she was saying them to me, her voice sounded hollow like an echo.

“I’ve changed a lot too.” I forced myself to meet her eyes as I said, “You did break my heart, and I put it back together without you. I hope you’re right. I hope you have changed for the better, but not for my sake. I can never love you again.”

Soo-Ah glared at me and slammed the door. She asked, “Did you really have to say that with the door open?”

I said, “I’m sorry,” and I meant it. After everything she put me through, I still hated to see Soo-Ah cry. Even if her tears were insincere, I hated to see them.

“Fine.” She wiped at her eyes. “Junmyeon told me not to leave without you. He said that you’ve been refusing to leave for your book tour. The agency told him that if you don’t get back on schedule, they’ll sever ties with both of you.”

“I haven’t been refusing to leave,” I argued. “The rain—”

I gestured to the window and noticed that, for the first time since my arrival, the sun shone through the curtains. The storm had passed. As suddenly as the rain started, it ended. Although I knew the day would come, I couldn’t quite believe it had come so soon.

“The weather’s fine,” Soo-Ah said flippantly. “Our flight leaves in two and half ours. I’ll just see to it that you get where you’re supposed to go, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

I gasped. Two and a half hours? Of course, I had always known that it would be better to leave sooner rather than later. Over the days and nights, I must have convinced myself that I could make an eternity out of seven days at the inn. I must have believed that I could make an eternity out of seven days with Eunbi. Now that they were abruptly at a close, I realized how far from an eternity our seven days were.

“We should probably leave soon,” Soo-Ah said, “unless you want that old woman to charge you for another night.”

I would have glared at her if I hadn’t been paralyzed by the realization that I was at a crossroads. I could leave with Soo-Ah, fullfill my obligations to Junmyeon and everyone at the agency, and continue living life as it had been. Or, I could tell Soo-Ah to leave without me, abandon by obligations to Junmyeon and everyone at the agency, and spend another day or week or forever at the inn to live life as it could be.

When I stood in Eunbi’s open doorway, I was struck by the stark contrast between what I should do and what I wanted to do. The block of ice in my chest crumbled when Eunbi broke the silence.

“It doesn’t really have to be goodbye.” Her voice was softer when she didn’t have to yell over the rain. She smiled at me. “You can come back. I’ll always be here.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to leave Eunbi with that image of me. I told her, “I meant everything I said. Name a date, and I’ll meet you for our Roman holiday.”

She embraced me and promised, “I meant everything I said too.” She pressed something into my hand. “It’s my travel list. I don’t want you to forget our travel plans.”

I didn’t need Eunbi’s list. I wouldn’t forget anything about her for as long as I lived.

When I finally let her go, she asked, “Do you want me to roll your sleeves for you?” I nodded, so she did.

When she finished, I said, “Thank you.”

I told myself that I could be happy if those were the final words we shared. I almost believed myself completely.

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eomayas · 11 months

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exo getting caught simping for you

a/n: it’s ok to be a simp! some are suggestive (jongdae, baekhyun, sehun) this is a bit long btw!

minseok: “i miss you,” he says into the phone, cradling it to his ear. he can practically hear your smile when you respond with i miss you too. “what are you doing right now?” he asks, pulling the blanket closer to his chin and snuggling deeper in the bed. minseok wishes it was you that he was lying with, and not these hotel pillows.

“talking to you,” you reply cheekily. minseok giggles at this the way only a person in love would. “baby, you should probably get some sleep. you have a show tomorrow.” you say and he sighs, his bottom lip jutting out slightly.

“but i want to talk to you!” he whines, somewhat like a child would. you only scoff and tell him that he can call you in the morning after he’s had some rest. “fine. i love you, honey!” he says, just as the hotel door opens and jongin and baekhyun walk in, jongin making a face at him and baekhyun laughing.

“i love you, honey!” jongin mocks, bursting into a fit of giggles. “is that jongin?” you ask, amusement in your voice.

minseoks cheeks turn red. “yes, goodnight, y/n,” he says, rushing to get off of the phone.

“don’t hang up on me!” you say, letting out a light laugh at his embarrassment.

“y/n,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow. jongin and baekhyun are quietly waiting for him to say something so cheesy and incriminating, so that they can use it against him later.

you giggle and sigh. “alright. goodnight minseokie, i love you. tell jongin i love him too,” you say, blowing him a kiss into the phone before hanging up. minseok would have blown one back, but he is already getting mocked by his younger members and can’t handle the teasing he’s going to get for the next few days.

“minseokie!” baekhyun yells, making smooching sounds at him. jongin giggles and joins in, the two men jumping onto his bed and shouting the nickname and pretending to be you on the phone.

minseok wishes he was dead.

junmyeon: “please don’t leave,” your boyfriend groans, burying his face into your neck, holding you close to him. you rub your hands up and down his back soothingly. “come with?” he asks, pulling back to look up at you with wide eyes.

“no,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss. suho let’s out a groan and a fake cry, and you laugh. “you’re such a baby.” you say, running your hands through his hair.

“yours,” he says quietly, and you smile, squeezing him tightly before patting his back and telling him that he needs to get ready to leave. junmyeon stands up straight and looks down at you, a dejected look i’m his face.

“oh my god, you’re so dramatic!” you say, and he cracks a small smile. you gently whack him on the chest and clutches your hand in his, settling it over his heart. “it’s only a few days.” you say, rubbing his forearm with your free hand.

junmyeon juts out his bottom lip slightly. “i dont know what i’ll do without you,” he says, and a brief snort makes you both perk up and look around for culprit, finding sehun wheeling his suitcase behind him.

“you’re so dramatic,” sehun says to junmyeon, laughing at his leader and older friend. junmyeons face sobers, turning bright red at his youngest member making fun of him and seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

“go away,” junmyeon all but whines and stomps his foot as he says it, making you giggle at him. he rolls his eyes at you and you wave goodbye to sehun who (for once) listens to what junmyeon tells him to do. “this isn’t funny.”

“it kind of is,” you say, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to you. he continues to pout, even after you cradle his face in your hands and smush his cheeks together. “i love you, junmy.” you say. he only hums in response and you gasp, letting go of him. “say it back, asshole!”

he smiles and pulls you back towards him. “i love you, y/n,” he says, his voice sincere. junmyeon puts his hands on your hips and leans down to your level, brushing his nose with yours. he gets close to your lips and you pull back slightly.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes. he gives you a soft smile, and this time you let him kiss you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. it’s probably too intimate of a kiss for public, but neither of you show any signs of caring.

“we’re leaving without you!” minseok and jongin shout, breaking up your kiss with your man. junmyeon sighs and goes back to pouting almost immediately, and you gently push him away from you and towards his group members who are starting to board the jet. “hurry up, lover boy!” minseok shouts before disappearing into the jet.

“go,” you say, pulling away from him at last. junmy sighs again, finally starting to head towards the jet, looking over his shoulder at you dramatically like they do in the movies. you giggle at that and wave once he gets up to the door of the plane. “i love you!” you shout, and rather than getting a response from him, the rest of the exos shout. “i love you too!”

baekhyun: you smile at your boyfriend on facetime as he hums absentmindedly. he’s looking away from the camera, and you get a nice view of his side profile. “baek,” you say, resting the side of your head in your palm.

“hmm?” he says and turns to the camera, a soft smile on his face. you smile back at him, hearts probably taking the shape of your eyes.

“i love you,” you say, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. he smiles wide, showing his teeth and making his eyes crinkle.

“i love you too,” he says. you hear a door open on his side, and he turns around to greet whoever it is. “hey, junmyeon. say hi to y/n.” he says, moving the camera to show his leader. junmyeon crosses him arms over his his bare chest, trying to shield himself from you.

“hi, y/n. sorry i’m not dressed, i just showered,” he says apologetically.

“it’s alright,” you reply.

“what do you mean it’s alright?” baekhyun shouts, turning the camera back to his face, sporting an incredulous expression.

you roll your eyes. “you know what i meant,” you say.

“you should only be alright with seeing me naked,” baekhyun says.

“i’m more than okay with that,” you say, and he smiles. he pretends to lift his shirt up, and junmyeon yells at him to stop, not while he’s still digging for his pajamas. you only giggle and add, “you can get naked whenever.”

“can you wait a second!?” junmyeon yells, frantically digging around his bag for his clothing so he can lock himself in the bathroom and get away from you and baekhyun.

jongdae: “you know i miss you,” you say into the phone, a hand on your chest, right over your heart where jongdae lives.

“yeah? how much?” he asks teasingly, a big smile on his face. he leans his shoulder into the wall and crosses one leg behind the other.

“a lot,” you reply, unable to contain your smile. so far, every conversation you’ve had with him since he’s been gone on tour. "she misses you too." you add coolly, biting the inside of your cheek.

jongdae's cheeks tinge pink and he looks down at the floor. "yeah?" he manages, putting a hand on the back of his neck, his face only getting redder at the thought of you. its been too long since hes had you.

"mhm. we miss you a lot."

he only smiles to himself and says "both of you can show me how much when i get back," just as the door to the practice room opens and kyungsoo enters, his eyes narrowed in jongdae's direction. when jongdae blushes bright red at getting caught, kyungsoo raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk on his face. "baby, i gotta go." he says, clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

on the other line, you frown. "fine. but you are upsetting us." jongdae glances over at kyungsoo who has taken a seat on the floor, preoccupied with his phone.

"i'll make it up to you," he says, turning his back to kyungsoo's direction. "swear i will. just be good." he says lowly, already embarrassed from kyungsoo walking in on the both of you having borderline phone sex.

"don't know if i can do that, dae. we really miss you. she's getting lonely; nothing feels as good as you do," you sigh, resting your head on the couch pillow.

jongdae forces himself to think about anything other than your words in order to stop a tent from forming in his pants. "kyungsoo is here," he mutters, many minutes too late.

you gasp. "oh my god, jongdae! can he hear me?" you panic, irritated that he let it get that far with an audience.

"i dont think so?" your fiancee replies, his voice unsure.

"oh my god, bye, jongdae," you say, and hang up before he can get another word in. jongdae lets out a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to rid his brain of images of you on top and underneath him.

turning around and sliding his phone back into his pocket, jongdae starts walking over to kyungsoo. kyungsoo lifts his eyes from his phone at the sound of jongdaes footsteps and says, "you should really turn your phone volume down," making jongdae stop in his tracks get insanely red in the face, embarrassment flooding his body.

chanyeol: "wait, listen to this real quick," chanyeol says, scrolling through his laptop to find the track he had showed you a few weeks ago. he's changed a few things and added more drums and a flute--he really values your opinion on his music and wants you to hear what hes made.

you wait patiently for him to click play. the opening notes make you smile as you remember the way you told him he should let them play before he stacks them and blends the sounds together. "replay that part," you say when you hear something new.

chanyeol rewinds a few seconds and presses play before asking, "this part?"

you listen and gasp when you hear it again. "yes! pause it!" you shout over the phone. "did you add a violin?" you ask, a smile on your face.

chanyeol smiles at the phone, impressed with the way you've enhanced your musical knowledge and have noticed little things, like the violin strings that are stacked behind drums. "i did," he says, proudly.

you sigh in awe of him. "yeolie you're so... you're so cool," you gush, like a little schoolgirl talking to her crush. everything about chanyeol amazes you and makes you smile, and yes, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him, but you also would like to think that it would be this way even if you weren’t, if you were just friends or some fan.

chanyeol can’t help but blush at your words, the tips of his ears turning red in the way that you love. “aw, he’s blushing!” jongin says, taking the phone away from chanyeol to tell you. you smile, your heart swelling at the image your brain conjures up.

“are his ears turning red?” you ask and chanyeol yells in protest, only making his blush deepen.

“of course,” jongin replies, ducking out of reach when chanyeol swings to hit him. you only giggle and sigh, feeling mildly upset that you are not there to witness one of you favorite things ever.

“give me back my phone!” chanyeol says, reaching around jongin for it, but the younger man is too quick and gets out of the desk chair and crosses the studio in record time.

“you know, he’s made, like, four songs for you. i don’t know why he didn’t show you one of those,” he says, a devilish grin on his face, though he’s telling the truth. at this admission, chanyeol launches himself from his seat. “i’m sorry! please! here, take it back!” he pleads, holding out his phone for chanyeol to take back and shielding his body from the blows that don’t come.

“shut the fuck up,” chanyeol groans at jongin, taking the phone off speaker and it putting it to his ear. “ignore him.” he says to you, running a hand through his hair.

“…so you didn’t write four songs for me?” you question. chanyeol bites the inside of his cheek, not ready to admit that yes, he did write four songs for you, most of which have lyrics that he hasn’t let anybody hear. “yeol.”

“hmm?” he says, settling back into his chair at the engineering table, his face burning. you smile, because you’ve got your answer.

kyungsoo: you run your hands over kyungsoo's newly shaved head, grimacing a bit when you run your hands the opposite direction of the cut and the follicles prick your fingers. "you don't like it?" he asks after seeing your face.

"i love it, actually. just feels weird," you say, dragging your hands down to the sides of his face and smiling down at him. kyungsoo gives you a small smile. he turns his head to the side and kisses the inside of your palm, your heart melting in your chest. "hi." you say shyly, kyungsoo leaning into your touch.

he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling around the edges. "hi, pretty," he says, and you could just die. you remove your hands from the sides of his face and put them on his shoulders and adjust yourself in his lap so you are fully facing him and your legs are on either side of him, knees resting on the couch. kyungsoo laces his hands together behind your back, loosely holding you against him. “you look really pretty today.”

“just today?”

kyungsoos cheek turn a light shade of pink. “always,” he says, you smile at him and lean down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. the door to the lounge opens, and all 7 of the exos walk in loudly.

“y/n!” they shout when they see you on kyungsoos lap, making kyungsoo and you pull apart resignedly. irritation is etched on your boyfriends face at the interruption, and you gently pinch his cheek before moving to turn around.

“hi, you gu- kyungsoo, let me get up,” you say when he holds you tightly on his lap, making you turn around uncomfortably to greet the other members. at your request, kyungsoo let’s you get up with a sigh, holding onto the back of your skirt so you don’t accidentally flash the men behind you. “you guys did great tonight!” you compliment when you’re finally standing up and facing them.

a conversation breaks out, and you don’t notice when you lean against the couch and drape your arm over kyungsoos shoulder, gently stroking the side of his face. you both hold hands with your free one, and he rubs the inside of your palm with his thumb.

it’s only when you notice chanyeol cut his eyes at you and kyungsoo being so clingy that you smile. “kyungsoo, i’ve never seen you act like this!” he says, his eyes wide.

“like what?” kyungsoo asks absentmindedly, looking up at you with eyes that make your knees weak and your heart beat faster.

“so cheesy, and-“ kyungsoo snaps his head to look at chanyeol, daring him to finish his sentence. chanyeol closes his mouth, a nervous smile on his face just from a look from kyungsoo alone. the other members wait in silence, as do you, with amusement on their face, waiting for chanyeol to continue and claim his fate or to surrender. “never mind.” he says, waving kyungsoo off.

a collective giggle is let out in the room, and kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes, unaware of the effect he has on people.

jongin: “here,” jongin says softly, holding out his fork in front of your face. you try to take it out of his hands and he pulls it back, shaking his head. “let me do it.” he says, a shy smile on his face.

you comply and open your mouth, letting him feed you. “is it good?” he asks, watching you with so much love in his eyes it’s slightly overwhelming. you nod and give him a thumbs up, swallowing the food. jongin smiles and gives you a soft kiss on your lips.

this goes for the rest of the night; he’ll present food in front of your face and wait for you to open up to feed you, ask you if it’s good, and then kiss you. it’s sweet, really, and you don’t think anything of it, even after the rest of the exos join you for your meal.

sometimes you feed jongin, but most of the time he steals it off your plate or you put it on his. it becomes second nature for you both. “ooh, let me try that,” you say, pointing to the dessert that kyungsoo places down in front of jongin. your boyfriend cuts off a piece, giving you the first bite.

you accept the food and your eyes widen as you taste it. “kyungsoo, this is really good!” you say after you chew and swallow. he gives you a kind smile and thanks you.

jongin already has another bite of food waiting for you when you turn back to ask him, and you accept it with a smile on your face. he can only smile back, resisting the urge to grab your face and just kiss you until the sun rises, his group members be damned.

the man made sound of a whip cracking makes you and jongin snap your head in the direction, eyes falling on jongdae, minseok, baekhyun, and junmyeon all giggling, or holding back laughs. you smirk and look over at jongin, who wears an annoyed expression. “whatever,” he mumbles. you rub his back and he leans into you, making the situation worse because even kyungsoo joins in on the teasing, pantomiming cracking a whip and making the noise as well.

sehun: you cage your arms around him and put your chin on the center of his chest, looking up at him. sehun looks down at you with a small smile. “you’re cute,” he says, and if his arms weren’t pressed so tightly against his sides he’d boop your nose.

“so are you,” you say to him, loosening your hold around him and instead wrapping your arms around his waist.

“i know,” he says, and you roll your eyes. sehun moves hair out of your face and leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “cmon, let’s finish.” he says, sliding out of your grip. the two of you had choreographed a dance to a song you both liked, and had been using the exo practice room for a few hours now.

you nod and he jogs over to the speaker to play the song again, and then comes back to get into the starting position. you watch yourself in the mirror as you hit all of the moves, your feet feeling like they barely touch the floor. sehun watches you too, getting lost in the way that you move so freely, like you’re weightless and gravity isn’t any concern of yours.

he misses a few steps and you notice, smirking at him through the mirror. “keep up, lover boy,” you say, doing the last few moves as the song comes to a close. you wipe your sweaty forehead with the hem of your shirt, and sehun comes over to you, just as the door to the practice room opens. you turn and wave at jongdae, and he greets you and sehun with a wave, his phone pressed to his ear.

sehun takes this moment to pull you closer to him by your shirt. you let out a light laugh at him, and awkwardly keep your hands off of him because youre both sweaty. “i’m all gross,” you say.

“me too,” and he leans down and kisses you, his hands sticking to your skin through your shirt. you hold onto his arms, cringing at the feeling of sticky skin on sticky skin, and pull away.

“it’s too gross,” you say, making a face. sehun frowns at you, and you have to hold back a smile.

“you think i’m gross?”

“when we’re both sweaty? yes,” you say say, putting your hands on your hips.

“i like you when you’re sweaty,” sehun replies. “i like you when you’re all dirty.” he adds, making you exclaim in protest and draw the attention of jongdae, who just gives you both a disgusted look.

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