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new thing (pt. 5) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f!reader, established relationship

genre: angst

synopsis: reader meets chanyeols friends and family, and an unexpected guest changes the course of the night.

warnings: heavy angst. reader and chanyeol have a fight. lots of crying and mixed emotions

a/n: about 2 more chapters before i call this series good. sorry for the ending it’s kinda trash but i wanted to hurry and post thissss. thx for sticking with me 💕

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giggling, you push chanyeols hand away from the band of your underwear and turn your body away from him. “yeolie, stop, we’re gonna be late,” you say, but it falls on deaf ears. he reaches for you again, snaking an arm around your waist and pressing your half naked body against his.

“so what?” he mutters, bending down to kiss your neck. you don’t let yourself fall for his touch, and instead pull away from him again. “baby!” he whines, drawing you back into his embrace. you let out a breath and decide to indulge in his clingy behavior, because let’s be real: you love it. you like him all over you and when he can’t stand to be anywhere else but up under you, his hands always touching you.

“i dont want to be late,” you say as he pushes you against the bathroom counter. you let him lift you up and wedge himself between you legs, his teeth gently biting your skin. “and you are not going to give me a big ass hickey before i meet your brother and friends!” you pinch his side and he pulls back with a groan, frowning at you. showing up to meet his friends and family with a giant bruise on your neck was a sure way to leave a lasting impression that you weren’t ready for.

he pouts at you and you can’t help but smile. “don’t mock me,” chanyeol says, resting his large hands on your thighs. you quickly intertwine his fingers with yours so he doesn’t get any ideas and try to delay your leaving. “i’ll be quick.” he tries to reason, and you just raise your eyebrows.

“sure you will,” you roll your eyes and he shakes your intertwined hands.

“just the tip, then,” chanyeol says and you can’t help it when you burst out laughing.

“oh my god! how old are you?” now chanyeol rolls his eyes, though it was a childish suggestion that he’s too grown for. “you’re so horny today.” you tease and he sighs loudly, making you smile.

“you’re mine later,” chanyeol states, big doe eyes looking down at you. you kiss the back of his hand and nod.

“always,” you say and his eyes soften as he practically melts in your grasp. chanyeols cheeks flush pink and you hold back the teasing you want to dish out for the sake of the moment. the words sit on the tip of your tongue, itching to be spoken into existence. but, of course, you hold back, your pride getting in the way. you just can’t handle the thought of him not reciprocating your feelings and not saying it back. if only you knew, though, that he definitely would say it back, would probably scream it and then put it in writing, would maybe, probably, write a song about it to really prove it to you. if only you knew, though.

a nervous smile is plastered on your face as you shake hands with his brother and cousin, sehun and jongin—who told you to call him ‘kai’—respectively. chanyeol is much different than these two, much more relaxed and not as rambunctious as them though there’s only a three year age gap between him and them. you want to joke about it, maybe call him old, but your nerves are in the way and won’t let you get comfortable.

“oh! theres kyungsoo!” sehun says, standing up and waving his arms over to chanyeols college roommate. you take a sip of your water and stand up to shake his head when he gets over to the table.

you introduce yourself to his friend and he gives you a kind smile. you learn quickly that he’s on the quieter side, but sehun gets him talking just as fast. the three of you get lost in a conversation, but you don’t miss when jongin leans behind you to whisper something to chanyeol, and you definitely don’t miss chanyeols reaction: furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes that dart to you momentarily before darting back to his cousin. the two of them excuse themselves from the table for a couple of minutes, and you almost ask him what’s going on but you don’t get the chance.

“i’m sorry, what?” you say, blinking yourself back into the moment when your name is called.

“no worries, i just asked where you went to school,” kyungsoo says with a small smile.

“oh, im still in school in the city—i graduate in the fall,” you say and you see the realization come across his face. his eyes go wide and his mouth forms a small ‘o’. kyungsoo doesn’t say anything, just glances at sehun before changing the subject.

and there goes that feeling again, the one you get where chanyeol introduces you to a new part of his world, the one you get when he calls you childish when you argue, the one that reminds you that you’re still young, not even 22 yet but are involved with a man nearly 11 years older than you. that him and his friends have fully experienced what you’ve just began to understand. that there is still a part of him that you haven’t had a full deep dive into, that you have yet to fully crack him open though you show him every piece of you.

you’re barely listening to what sehun and kyungsoo are saying, your brain elsewhere. you want chanyeol back, for him to look over at you and be able to read you from top to bottom, to see that no, you’re not enjoying yourself, not without him next to you.

sehun starts laughing next to you, and you glance over at him. he’s looking behind your head so you turn to see chanyeol, kai, and two women following them. chanyeol looks stressed out and he keeps wiping around his mouth. you don’t know what to think, until sehun says, “this should be interesting.”

your stomach drops as chanyeol only gets closer, his avoidant gaze finally falling on you and guilt overtaking his features. you manage to control your face and stand up to greet the two women. “y/n, uh, this is minji and… yunhee,” at her name your out stretched hand falters and you feel like a ridiculous prank has been pulled on you. he invited his ex wife?

somehow, you manage to choke out a curt “hello” before sitting back down. you find it hard to look away from yunhee; for starters, she’s beautiful. she has short, dark hair and eyes like chanyeol. her face is mature and slim where you still have that youthful look. she wears a wristwatch, like an adult; you wear bracelets, your left wrist void of a watch. she has a large designer purse; you left yours at home. she looks like she works a real job, at an office, and calls all the shots; you’re still trying to make it through undergrad. you can see exactly where her and chanyeol make more sense. optically, they’re perfect on paper. you and chanyeol just look ridiculous.

you’re not going to sulk in front of the entire table, so you force yourself to start asking everybody questions. minji and chanyeol know each other from undergrad because they were in the same music class. minji and yunhee are sisters. yunhee works in advertisement. you mentally take all of it down. you even see minji and kai giving each other looks that you feel like means something. but above all, you pay attention to how yunhee and chanyeol interact, and when. she’ll tell a joke, and you catch her eyes sliding over to him to see if he’s laughing. you catch her staring at him long after he’s finished talking. you even catch her glance at his left hand—ring finger empty—and your stomach roils when you look at her own left hand and see that her ring finger definitely has a band around it.

you excuse yourself abruptly, knocking into chanyeol as you get up. he looks up at you with concern, as you’ve barely said anything to him since he sat down, and didn’t grab his hand when he put it on your leg. “just going to the bathroom,” you say to him, quickly beelining to the restrooms.

once you get inside, you immediately pull your phone from your pocket and dial seulgi. you have no idea if she’s busy or not, but you’re praying for the latter as the phone rings. you can’t sit at that table for another minute. you’re uncomfortable and feel blindsided, like everybody knew she was going to be there except you.

“hello?” you sigh a breath of relief at your friends voice.

“oh my god, seulgi. are you busy?” you ask, leaning against the counter.

“no, whats up? how is the dinner going?” she asks. you don’t hold back, the words tumbling out of you quicker than you can keep track of. she listens, gasping when you tell her how his ex showed up how you feel like it was a set up. if only it were, so you could proudly go off on everybody sitting outside. “holy shit!”

“so can you please come get me? like, i’m literally about to crawl out of the bathroom window to get out of here,” you say. seulgi scoffs out a laugh and says ‘of course’, and that she’ll be there as soon as possible, before the two of you hang up.

letting out a breath, you slip your phone back into your pocket and start washing your hands though you didn’t use the restroom. the door to the restroom opens and you glance over, you spine going rigid when yunhee steps through. she looks at you through the mirror and you downcast your eyes to your hands, quickly rinsing them off and snatching paper towels out of the dispenser. “hey…” she says awkwardly, folding her hands in front of herself.

you only look at her through the mirror, stone faced. “look, i didn’t know you were going to be here either, if i’m being honest,” she says with a sigh, dropping her hands against her legs. you furrow your eyebrows, not truly grasping the weight of what she’s saying. “minji… she just said chanyeol was throwing a dinner. she begged me to go, so i did. i didn’t know you were going to be here until we got here and i saw him outside with his cousin.” yunhee admits, and you feel like throwing up. minji wanted something to happen between you and yunhee, between you and chanyeol, because there was no reason for her to lie to her own sister about her ex husbands whereabouts. she doesn’t think your relationship with chanyeol is legit—hell, none of them probably think it’s going to last. you’re just a stop along the way for him, until he goes back to her.

you swallow the lump in your throat and nod, tossing the soiled paper towels in the trash. “i can leave, if you want. i’m not the kind of person who would just… show up like that. i’m not going to lie and say i still love him, because i do, but i’m not in love with him. he’s a really good guy—he didn’t know i was coming either,” you wish she would just stop talking, but she keeps going on like it’s word vomit. you tune her out after hearing that she still loves him, your vision blurring for a second before you blink back tears.

“please, just stop,” you say, framing your face with your hands and pushing your hair back tightly enough for it to pull your skin back. you let go and let your hands fall, feeling tired and over the night. “you can stay because i’m leaving, i really don’t care what the rest of you all do tonight.” yunhee presses her lips together and you take one last look at yourself in the mirror before leaving her alone in the bathroom.

to you misfortune, you have to pass by your table in order to get out of the restaurant. there’s no way for you to sneak out without being noticed, so you pick up your last shred of dignity and march over to the table. you place a hand on chanyeols shoulder, startling him with a flinch of his shoulders. he relaxes once he sees it’s you though it doesn’t last long when he sees the look on your face. “can i talk to you real quick?” you ask quietly. he nods and stands up, grabbing your hand and letting you lead him out of the restaurant. “i’m gonna head home.” you say honestly.

chanyeols face falls. “why? what’s going on?” he asks, grabbing your other hand and tugging you close to him. you let out a breath and avoid his eyes because you feel like crying and know that you probably will if you look at him for a second too long.

“i’m just… this is not what i was expecting and it’ll just be better for me to go home,” you say, trying to pull your hands out of his grasp but chanyeol only tugs you back towards him, determined to get you to stay and work it out.

“y/n, ple- no, i’m going home,” you say sternly, cutting him off mid sentence. he sets his jaw and lets your hands fall, folding his arms across his chest.

“fine. but we’re gonna talk about this later,” he doesn’t give you much room to disagree, and you just nod. he stares down at you, trying to figure you out. “how are you getting home?” he asks.

“seulgi,” you answer. he nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“i’ll wait with you,” he says. you don’t try to argue with him and tell him that you’re fine and can stand out here alone, that you’re a grown woman. instead, you wrap your arms around your midsection to keep warm, your sweater not doing much to keep you warm.

wordlessly, chanyeol slips his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders. you slip your arms in and revel at its warmth, mumbling a ‘thank you’ to your boyfriend.

a handful of silent minutes later, seulgis car pulls up to the curb. you unzip chanyeols jacket and hand it back to him before turning on the balls of your feet. “hey,” he says softly, reaching for your forearm. you look at him over your shoulder and let yourself be pulled when he tugs you towards him. chanyeol places a soft kiss against your lips as if to remind you that he’s not nearly as mad as you probably think he is. “i’ll see you later.” he says after he pulls away. you nod and quickly get into seulgis car, not looking back at him as she peels out of the parking lot.

you’re in your pajamas when chanyeol comes over less than an hour later. you let him in and soundlessly make your way into your bedroom, sitting on your bed while he takes your desk chair. “what happened?” chanyeol asks, getting right to the point.

“why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” you counter. he frowns at you and lightly shakes her head.

“i didnt know she was coming. by that time, it was too late.”

now it’s your turn to frown at him. “you could have told her to leave.”

“minji is her sister, and also my friend. i wasn’t going to tell her to leave when she’d already shown up. i’m sorry that she shows up unannounced, but we’re in the same boat,” you stare at him, not even what to think of what he’s saying. “what? you don’t believe me?”

“i dont know know! she told me she still loves you, so i don’t even know what to think right now,” you huff, trying to keep your voice lower so you don’t disturb seulgi.

chanyeols frown deepens. “when did she say that?”

“does it even matter?” you ask. he opens his mouth and closes it, looking down at the floor. “what, do you still love her?” it’s a stupid question with an answer you’re not sure you actually to hear, no matter what it is. you don’t know if you’re ready for it.

“y/n,” he says it like a warning, but his eyes give him away. you feel gutted, like somebody ripped out your insides and stopped all over them. tears spring to your eyes and you press the back of your hands into them to keep the tears from falling. “y/n.” he says again.

“it’s fine, chanyeol,” you sniff, pulling your hands away when you feel you’ve got your emotions under control. “it’s fine. you both feel the same, it’s whatever.” you sniff again and curse when your eyes well up for the third time tonight.

“what are you saying, y/n?” you stare at a random spot on your floor while his eyes bore holes into you. you dont like where this conversation is going, and you’ve said too much to take back.

poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue, you wipe at a stray tear that falls. “everybody thinks i’m just a stop along the way before you go back to her,” your voice cracks and opens up a dam of tears that blur your vision. “we don’t make sense compared to you and her. i’m not somebody you marry. i’m still in school, trying to figure out my life, and you already know what the world has to offer. we don’t make sense.” you’re full on crying now, folding yourself over and burying your face in your hands.

chanyeol just stares at you, heavily confused at where this is all coming from. you’ve never expressed anything like this, but if he finds out that you’ve been holding this back for months, he’s going to be pissed. “y/n, stop. why are you saying all of this?”

“because! i’m too young for you! you deserve somebody your own age—everybody thinks that!”

“i think i’ll be the judge of my own life, but alright,” he scoffs, shaking his head. chanyeol hates to see you cry, but he thinks you’re being overlydramatic. “and i don’t care what they think.” he adds.

“you fucking should, because they’re the people closest to you. and i don’t know if i can put up with being the youngest in the room every time i’m with your friends. i can literally feel the years between us.” you roughly wipe at your eyes finally look up at him. his expression is hard, one you’ve only seen a few times. you’ve finally pissed him off.

this is it, you think. this is the part where he sees where he should’ve kept you at a distance. where he sees how juvenile you really are, and where there’s truth in your words.

chanyeol digs the heels of his palms into his eyes frustratedly and drags his hands over his face. “so what do you really want, y/n? what do you want from me?” your heart rate speeds up at his tone of voice. what you really want is to restart this entire night, and for him to call you ‘baby’, or anything other than your first name.

“i dont know,” you whisper pitifully. an oh my god emits from his lips and he shakes his head. chanyeol runs his hands through his hair and tugs at the roots.

“i cant fix anything if you don’t tell me what you want,” he says, looking at your pointedly. “if all you want is for us to be closer in age, then you’re really out of luck.” you’re silent, because now that you’ve said your piece, all you’ve discovered is that you truly just needed to vent to somebody other than seulgi. and maybe doing that to your boyfriend on a particularly tense night wasn’t the smartest idea.

“i dont know,” you say again, more tears coming to your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. the room is quiet except for your sniffling and quiet whimpers. you just want him to hold you, but you’re not going to ask for that, not when you’re the cause of your own misery.

“i think… i think we should take a break, y/n. just for a little while,” all the air is sucked out of your lungs and you nearly choke at his words. between the two of you, you didn’t expect him to be the one to say that he wants to break up. “i don’t know what’s been going on, but i just want us to get back to where we were. i dont know how to help you, but maybe some time apart will be good for us.”

you feel your insides melting and your world being flipped upside down. you could be set on fire right now, and nothing would hurt you the way his words are. there’s a knife in your stomach that keeps getting twisted the more he talks, and yours mere moments away from screaming at him to stop.

you barely register him stand up and coming over to you until you’re pushing him away from you with too much force. it doesn’t do much to him, but he does feel his heart crack in half, and then into fourths and so on. he winces when you tell him to get out, but he obliges and leaves quietly.

the worst of it all was that you didn’t even get the chance to tell him how you really feel; that you love him more than you thought a human was truly capable. that he’s probably the only person you’ve ever felt this way about, and that you knew it was real when he was the first person you thought of in the morning and the last person you thought of before you went to bed. because now he’s gone, all because of you, and you’re not sure you’ll ever get the chance to tell him the truth.

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kjmcotton · 10 months

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Ray of sunshine,the clouds are vanishing | ZHY

Zhang Yixing x fem!reader

Best friends to lovers!AU

Slow burn!AU

Plot:love can disappoint sometimes,but what if you find someone who shares the same wounds as yours? And what if that person is Zhang Yixing,the friend of a friend who randomly started hanging out with your group?

Warnings:cursing

This story is a request

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Author’s notes:I was in the mood for a slow burn so here we are!! It took me a while to write and it’s pretty long,also a little bit cliché maybe,but I hope you enjoy it♡

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“You light up the rooms you step in”

You were sitting on the sidewalk in front of the club you had just left. An half empty bottle of Soju standing a few inches away from your left leg as you were staring at an undefined point in front of you. You shivered:the short skirt and the fishnet thighs weren’t enough to protect you from the cold of the night,but you had no strength to get back inside the club. You didn’t want to see him again.

Your night was amazing until he appeared.

You were drinking,dancing and singing with your friends,having fun in trying to convince Lisa to hit on the cute guy she had put her eyes on at the beginning of the party. Everything was great,you didn’t have such an amazing time in a while until him,your ex-boyfriend,was so bold to talk to you as soon as he noticed you.

He appeared and grabbed you from behind,hitting on you like he had never cheated with a chick with fake lips and fake boobs. You felt like throwing up and,then,your night was ruined with a snap of fingers.

Mad,you slapped him and ran outside,without even seeing Sehun and Jongdae scolding him. You didn’t know what to do,you felt lost.

Suddenly,all that pain you had felt while breaking up rose inside you once again,with no mercy,ready to make your heart bleed for love.

Fuck him,fuck her and,most of all,fuck yourself for being so dumb to date a walking red flag when everyone had warned you.

You sighed,stroking your legs with your hands in hope to warm your skin;when,suddenly,someone covered you with their black jacket.

You turned around sure to see that asshole,but the only person that was there was Yixing,Baekhyun’s friend,who had started hanging out with your group a few months earlier.

“Take it” he said kindly,sitting next to you

“Thank you-you grabbed the bottle of Soju-you want some?” you asked

Yixing sipped from the object and then gave it back to you,watching as you threw the burning liquid down to your throat

“Slow down” he laughed,trying to stop you,but you pushed his hand away

“I need this. My night has been ruined” you mumbled

“I didn’t really understand why,to be honest”

“You saw the guy that approached me? That was my ex”

“Now I get it. That’s why Sehun and Jongdae snapped at him”

“Did they?”

“Yes. They were mad. Junmyeon and Minseok had to hold them back-Yixing giggled-you’re so lucky to have them. They’re great friends”

“I know. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them. When I broke up with Sunghoon everything was pitch black. They were my light”

“Did he hurt you that much?” Yixing’s soft smile disappeared as soon as you talked

“He cheated on me for six months. In a relationship of one year, half of it was a lie. I think he’s the person who hurt me the most.I pushed all my fears aside for him and gave him my heart only to find out that he stopped caring about me before I could even notice” you sighed,drinking more Soju. You were having an hard time holding back your tears.

Yixing noticed and slid closer to comfort you, caressing your back

“I hope you know that wasn’t your fault” he then said,softly

“I know now,but back then I didn’t. I felt like I deserved nothing. If I’ve changed my mind is thanks to my friends:they sticked with me,supported me and helped me seeing myself in the way I had to. However,Sunghun still haunts me sometimes. I was so happy with him,I thought he was the one”

“There are many potential ones out there,don’t focus on an idiot. I’m saying that because I got cheated on as well,so I know how it feels”

“Really?! What a bitch. You’re such a nice guy,you don’t deserve a similar a treatment!”

“Neither you do,but it happened. The most important thing is that we both know that it’s none of our fault,but theirs”

“You’re absolutely right Yixing” you smiled.

You didn’t expect that such a short chat could lead the two of you to a beautiful friendship:you slowly started opening up with Yixing,exchanging messages all day and talking about everything;even Sunghoon who,suddenly,started looking for you again.

It disturbed you a lot. You had healed in the past months,but not enough to face him again. The truth was that you had been hoping to never see him after breaking up. You wanted to re-start building your life;so,seeing his lost calls and texts unsettled you a lot,pushing you closer and closer to Yixing as he seemed the one who could fully understand the situation.

“Why don’t you block him?” the boy asked,sitting in front of you as he sipped his coffee

“I can’t” you mumbled,resting your chin on the palm of your hand

“Why? You said you don’t wanna have anything to do with him”

“Which is true…”

“But?”

“No buts” you sighed,Yixing giggled

“May I tell you what I think,y/n?”

At those words you nodded

“I think that you’re still in love with that asshole”

“I’m not!”

“Then block him” your friend rested his back against the chair

“No…”

“Seen it? That’s my point”

You rolled your eyes and scratched the back of your head:maybe Yixing was right;maybe,deep down,you were still a little bit in love with Sunghoon,but it didn’t imply giving him a second chance,that was another reason why you ran away when you saw him at the club.

“What am I supposed to do Yixing? Please help me,I’m so tired. I was feeling better,so why did he have to come back?” you hid your face with your hands,holding back your tears.

Why was your life so hard? Why couldn’t you be living happily for once? You constantly had to face troubles and problems without even looking for them. You had enough.

“You already know what to do,y/n:stay with your friends,enjoy the good things of your day and focus on yourself until you’ll meet someone who values you for the amazing person that you are” the boy smiled and hugged you. Your face sank in the crook of his neck,your nostrils got filled with his sweet cologne. Your stomach tingled for a second at that nice sensation,but you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice it.

“Don’t tell our friends he’s texting me again. You saw how they got mad,I don’t want any drama to happen”

“My mouth is shut,key thrown to the sharks-he giggled-but you gotta block him. Promise me you’ll do it”

“I will”

“Then let’s have fun together so you can forget Sunghoon”

Said so,Yixing started organising regular evenings out with the whole group:you would eat together,go clubbing,try fun activities like climbing and even organise movie nights.

Besides that,when your friends were busy with their jobs and couldn’t join you,Yixing would always find some free time to spend with you,even if it meant only having a coffee together.

That was why you grew fond of him,developing a soft spot in your heart that made you consider Yixing your best friend. The same happened to him. He had to admit that,even tho he had a lot of friends,no one made him feel as good as you did:you were his ray of sunshine,the person he would look for when he needed positive vibes,that someone who would listen to him and support him through the hardest moments,making the clouds vanish.

The more time flew,the more you two became close. You met everyday,letting your inner children come out and fully heal in each other presence.

“Let’s do this!” you grabbed Yixing,dragging him towards the shooting game of the arcade you had decided to visit that night.

“Killing zombies sounds fun!-he laughed,grabbing the VR headset-let me help you with this” he then smiled,tucking the lace at the back of your head.

His fingers accidentally stroked against your cheeks while he was placing the object on your eyes:it sent shivers along your spine. Yixing’s touch was always so gentle and delicate,it made you feel safe and well treated. A little smile unconsciously appeared on your lips.

“Why are you smiling now?” your friend asked

“What? Oh,nothing,I’m just having fun”

“The game hasn’t started yet” Yixing laughed,grabbing his VR

“I know but I’m having a great time tonight. It’s been a while since I came here at the arcade. I missed it,this was my favourite place when I was younger”

“Then we’ll come back soon”

Those words widened your smile even more;then,once the zombie game had finished,you moved to the next one:the Pump it up game. You were surprised it was still there.

“This one! I wanna dance,it’s always been my favourite”

“Let’s go then,I’ll beat your ass!” Yixing exclaimed,placing himself on the platform.

The two of you chose the song,a Michael Jackson one to make things harder but funnier,and started dancing…if that was how you could call what you two were up to.

To be honest,all you did was pushing each other to make the other hit a lower score:

“Are you that scared to lose?! Really?!” Yixing taunted you,blocking your hands with his:you melted noticing how his touch was,once again,extremely careful with you. He treated you like you were a precious jewel,which warmed your heart.

“You are scared to lose!” you bit back,laughing,and trying to push him away

“I’m a dancer,there’s no way I’ll lose!”

“I’m better than you in this game,I’m sure!”

“Oh,yeah,I see! That’s why you’re sabotaging me right now”

“That’s not true!” you kept on laughing and pushing,until,by accident,you slipped and lost your balance.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed,falling,but,luckily,your body never touched the ground as Yixing laid in and held you tight.

“You okay?” he demanded,concerned

“I’m-I’m fine” you blushed:his arms were wrapped around your waist while your chest was against his. You could feel both his heartbeat and his warm breath on your skin.

You bit your lips:what was happening? Why,all of a sudden,you were feeling so odd? Something that you couldn’t tell was going on inside you while being so close to him. Your stomach twitched and sparkled while your legs were shaking. You didn’t want to lean back and stand on your own feet,you wanted Yixing to be that close forever.

“So…that’s the reason why you stopped answering to my texts,isn’t it?” A familiar voice made you startle and push the brunette away.

“What are you doing here?!” You asked,shocked as Sunghoon was standing right in front of you. Right hand in his pocket,soft black hair framing his beautiful features. You felt like the ground beneath your feet was missing.

“Texts? What is he talking about?” Yixing furrowed his eyebrows

“I can explain!” you exclaimed,grabbing his arm. Sunghoon laughed:

“Yeah,explain everything to your boyfriend. Come on,I wanna listen”

“He’s not my boyfriend,asshole! And tell me why you’re here! Are you stalking me now? Wasn’t text bombing and calling me everyday enough?!” you growled

“You answered so I just texted. I don’t seen anything wrong with it” Sunghoon shrugged his shoulder. His cocky attitude was getting on your nerves.

“Why did you answer him? You said you would’ve blocked him” Yixing’s face was marked by an expression of disappointment

“I should have,I know,but I didn’t;however I told him to stop texting and calling,I did it multiple times. I swear Yixing”

“If you didn’t want to text me you would’ve blocked me like the dude said”

“Shut the fuck up Sunghoon!”

“Yeah,you heard her:shut the fuck up” Yixing stepped closer to the boy,who obviously didn’t back up

“Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Yixing,please,no drama” you ran towards him,holding him back. The boy’s attitude softened as soon as you touched him;so he breathed in and recomposed himself.

“How did you find me?” you asked again to your ex

“I saw the story you posted. I was around so I thought I could come say hi” he smirked

“You’re fucked up” you mumbled,shocked

“You said hi,now go home” Yixing butted in the conversation, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. You scanned his movements,realising that there was a new shift in his attitude:he clearly had something in his mind so you just let him talk.

“Or what?” Sunghoon threatened the guy

“Or you’ll get kicked out. Let my girlfriend alone as she told you to do. I don’t repeat myself.”

“Girlfriend? For fuck sake is he your boyfriend or not?”

You were about to talk but Yixing gently hit your shoulder,meaning to let him handle the situation,so you did.

“I am,and you’re ruining our nice date” he spat out.

Sunghoon glared at him,then his eyes met yours:

“Is he lying?” he demanded,leaning in

You were sweating:you knew that the best thing to do to get our from that awful situation was following Yixing’s lead,but you were so scared of Sunghoon that words wouldn’t come out from your mouth.

“Step back” your friend put his arm between you and the guy whose eyes shifted again,leaning on Yixing

“You aren’t his boyfriend,are you? You’re just trying to get rid of me”

Yixing’s jaw clenched:he was getting extremely mad,you could tell from the veins of his neck popping out. It was sexy for sure,but it was also scary.

“I’ll show you then” the brunette spat out,turning to you.

Suddenly,you found your face a few inches away from you friend’s. His eyes chained to yours as his fingers stroked your cheek,resting on your chin. Your heart started beating fast,shivers crossed your spine,then the space between you and Yixing was set to zero.

When you lips met, the world stopped spinning. Everything froze,the only thing you could feel was Yixing’s sweet taste of mint bubblegum. He kissed you slowly,delicately. The arm wrapped around your shoulder tightened his grip a little bit as he used it to push you closer,while, with one of his hands,he tilted your head on the side. His lips moved back and forward,sweetly biting yours,mixing your salivas.

Your hands rested on his chest,gripping the cloth of his jacket,while your lower abdomen started tingling as you pushed it against the boy’s. You had completely lost control of your body,but you liked it:it had been a while since you felt like that.

You were completely lost in the moment,same was Yixing who would’ve never let you go if Sunghoon didn’t remind him of his presence with a loud cough.

“I’m his boyfriend and you gotta get out of here…now!” the brunette exclaimed,hiding his short breath.

Sunghoon glared at him,fire burning in his eyes:

“You’ll see me around,asshole” he growled

“I hope not for your safety. I’m not always this gentle with dickheads like you”

You watched as your ex left from the entrance door,feeling relieved.

“God” you mumbled while hiding your face in your hands

“He’s gone” Yixing dragged you into a new hug that you couldn’t reject,in fact you let yourself sink into it.

“Thankfully. I-I thought we needed to call the cops for a second” your voice was breaking as holding back your tears was hard

“It’s okay y/n,I’ve got you-Yixing said stroking your back-shall we go home?” he then asked,you nodded.

The next day you blocked Sunghoon everywhere,hoping that finally you would’ve lived a quite life…but nothing like that was about to happen.

There was one more thing that couldn’t let you sleep at night:Yixing’s kiss. It had been magical,you couldn’t deny it…and you couldn’t deny that the boy was as lost into it as you were.

“Fuck” you blushed,covering your face with the sheets of your bed. Why were you feeling like that? Like a little,vulnerable kid? You were so confused and,at the same time,so eager to meet Yixing again.

You wanted to see his smile,feel his fingers linger on your skin,giving you those little pleasing shivers and lighting up the sparkles in your stomach.

Wait…were you in love with Yixing? That Yixing,your best friend?!

“It can’t be possible!-you exclaimed,sitting-it can’t be!” you sighed.

Right in that moment, your phone rang and,as if it wasn’t enough,the one calling was the person you had been thinking about.

“Hi” you spoke calmly. You couldn’t let him know what was going in on in your mind.

“Wanna have breakfast together?” Yixing asked

“I’d love that,I’ll get ready. Where are we meeting?”

“At your place. I’ll pick you up. See you in a bit” the brunette didn’t even give you the chance to talk as he turned the call off.

Fastly,you got ready and then jumped in your friend’s car once he had arrived. You had breakfast in a nice café in Hongdae;the streets were already flowing with people even tho it was only 8:00am.

“How are you doing today?” Yixing asked while biting his croissant

“I’m doing better,thank your for asking” you smiled

“I’m great to hear that. I’ve been pretty worried. I don’t want you to suffer again for that idiot”

“I’m doing fine,really. I just got scared yesterday,I told you,but luckily you were there” without even thinking about it,you were looking for his hand to hold.

Yixing blushed as soon as your hands touched,but he didn’t try to shrug yours off,otherwise he held it back

“You mean the world to me. No one will make you suffer,not as long as I am around”

His eyes were chained to yours,a sweet light shining in their pupils:you didn’t know in which way he meant those words,but they made you skip a beat.

“T-Thank you…” you murmured,lowering your gaze. You wanted to giggle and kick your feet like a teenager girl,but you couldn’t.

Yixing smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear:he was looking at you with those puppy eyes that made you melt.

“Anyway-he coughed,recomposing himself-do you wanna go to the cinema tonight?”

“Tonight?” you blinked

“Yeah. I mean…hum…there’s a nice movie”

“What is it?”

“I-I don’t remember the title right now,but you can find it out by coming along”

You laughed:was there a real movie to watch or he just wanted to see you again? You didn’t care. You nodded and accepted the invitation,spending the whole day thinking about it.

As soon as you got back from work you ran to your bedroom,picking out the nicest dress you had in your wardrobe;then you moved on to your makeup,putting mascara and eye-liner on. The last time you worried so much about your appearance it was during one of the first dates with Sunghoon. That fact made you think even more:were you actually in love with Zhang Yixing? Damn if you were. You had lost it for that guy,for his eyes,his smile and,most of all,the way he treated you. You felt like a princess anytime he was around:he cared about you,paid attention to your well being and did everything he could for you to have a good time.

“Yixing,what did you do to me!” you sighed,hearing your door bell ringing:it was him for sure.

You ran downstairs and met the boy,who drove you to the cinema. You weren’t sure if Yixing actually chose the movie you saw or if he randomly picked one up just to cover his nice little lie,but you didn’t care anyway as you were too busy laughing with him and leaning onto him anytime he whispered something to your hear. You didn’t do it on purpose,your body was naturally attracted to the boy…and so was your mind.

Once the movie had finished the two of you went for a night walk,no one wanted to go home.

It was past midnight of a cold Saturday night. You were wrapped up in your coat,but apparently it wasn’t enough for you to stay warm

“I hate winter” you mumbled,sliding your hand in the pockets

“You’re always so cold-Yixing giggled,wrapping an arm around your shoulder to hold you close-better?” he demanded

“Better” you laughed.

The silence fell for a few seconds:you could see the boy staring at you under the dim light of the moon,a little smile on his lips

“Why are you smiling?” you demanded

“Am I?”

“Yeah” you nodded

“I think it’s your presence. You light up the rooms you step in”

“Oh come on,that’s too much” you laughed

“That’s not. I really believe it. No one is like you,and I must be favoured to know you”

At those words your cheeks heated up:thank God it was dark so he couldn’t see how you turned into a fresh tomato

“I could say the same of you. I’ve never been so happy before meeting you”

Without even noticing,the two of you had stopped walking and were standing face to face

“I can make you happy everyday if you let me”

“W-what?” those words caught you off guard

“You heard. Why would I keep on staying silent? I think it’s clear,isn’t it?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Was he getting there? Was he about to say what you had in mind? Oh God,make it happen—you thought

“Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed it,I know you did. I never really tried to hide it,maybe at the beginning,but not in the past weeks-Yixing paused for a moment-I love you y/n. I don’t know how it happened:maybe it was because we shared the same experiences,or maybe because I found someone that listened to me and understood me,or maybe it’s just you and the way you are…cuz you’re beautiful y/n,both inside and out. You’re the ray of sunshine I’ve been looking for during the past years and I wanna keep it with me for as long as it wants to stay…so,y/n,would you like to warm me for a while? Maybe forever if we’re meant to be?” Yixing grabbed your cold hands,holding them and dragging you closer. Your noses were a few inches away from each other. Once again,you could feel his warm breath against your skin

“I do,Yixing:I would love to be your ray of sunshine” you smiled

At those words Yixing’s hands cupped your cheeks and his lips met yours:once again sparkles lit up in your stomach and you lower back tingled.

Maybe it was finally time:maybe you had found the person that would’ve given you the unconditional love you deserved.

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Ateez and Kirby

This list includes the members as Kirby characters. I totally wasn't inspired by old memories of playing the Kirby games lol anyways. This will include games I played on my old DS and my Switch lol

@blossomnet

@mirohs-aurora-society

Hongjoong - Dyna Blade

In Kirby Super Star Ultra, Dyna Blade is a huge colorful bird that will do anything to protect her children. You can fight her after fighting King Dedede in Spring Breeze. Hongjoong is similar to Dyna Blade since he'd do anything for his fellow bandmates kids. His hair has undergone so many color changes. I don't know how his scalp is holding up lol I'm surprised he hasn't pulled a Sehun yet. Only Yunho lol

Seonghwa - Dark Nebula

Originally, I had him for Dyna Blade since he was told he looked like an angry bird back in the days plus he's more motherly so it would make sense. However, I remember that his name roughly means to be a star and his name backwards means Mars. In relation to this galaxy themed thing we got going on here, I decided to choose Dark Nebula. Dark Nebula is the final boss in Kirby Squeak Squad. He's a huge black star with a single pink eye in the middle who gave Daroach ultimate power towards the end of the game. Seonghwa's long black hair is literally giving me life ever since I saw those Coachella pics and vids so I wouldn't be surprised if he put on pink eye contacts and cosplayed as his own version of Dark Nebula. Sometimes, even the brightest stars can suck you in.

Yunho - Void Termina

Void Termina is the final boss in Kirby Star Allies. I honestly had no context behind this other than the fact that Yunho is tall and big and scary only when he's mad though.

Yeosang - King Dedede

Yeosang literally looks like a fucking prince so it shouldn't be a suprise that he's King Dedede. I still remember that one video where he was able to hammer down a shit ton of nails in mere seconds. Homie is strong af so I'm sure he'll be able to swing around that huge hammer that Dedede has.

San - Marx/Marx Soul

Oof. I remember fighting Marx in Milky Way Wishes. He was this innocent little bean until he revealed his plans to control Pop Star and he turned demonic after that. This is literally San when you plant him on stage. Marx Soul is utterly fucking worse and I remember having major difficulty fighting him. I feel like demon mode San fits perfectly with Marx Soul. His stage presence is insane. Marx insane lol

Mingi - Galacta Knight

This motherfucker has had pink hair and now has white hair so I decided to put him as Galacta Knight. In addition, when I imagine Galacta Knight as a human, I envision a tall man with huge angel wings sticking out his back and the tips touching the floor, the white shield with the huge pink star in the middle roughly being the same size as Captain America's shield, the pink lance being larger than life, and the mask covering his entire face so you only see the sharp wolf eyes through that mask slit. Yeah I envision Mingi being the human version of Galacta Knight. Will he have his short pink hair or long white hair though? It's up to the imagination ig lol

Wooyoung - Kirby

You cannot fucking tell me that this man is the personification of Kirby. He's just a sweet boy with a huge damn mouth. He is softness and cuteness personified. The only difference is that he doesn't inhale everything in his path. He only screams. Maybe he can inhale San's di-

Jongho - Meta Knight

Ngl, I originally thought of Mingi being Meta Knight since he's my ult and Meta Knight is my favorite Kirby character of all time. However, I remember playing Meta Knightmare Ultra and this one scene popped up. Galacta Nova asked Meta Knight what his one wish was and of course, in true lone swordsman fashion, Meta Knight answered that he only wishes to grow stronger. In that Vanity Fair video, Jongho revealed that he was born with power and as he talked, he exuded that damn power. That's when I knew that he was more fit for Meta Knight rather than Mingi. Also, now I'm imagining Jongho as the human version of Meta Knight with his lilac hair and hands gripping Galaxia (the name of Meta Knight's gold sword) with that 49.1 kg strength, and piercing yellow eyes through the mask. In addition, I now want Jongho to dye his hair an indigo color since technically, Meta Knight's Kirby form is indigo colored in the DS version of the Kirby games.

#blossomnet #mirohsaurorasociety #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #kirby

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Blood is Thicker Than Wine _ FOUR

> BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WINE [MASTERLIST]

— 1930s au

— yandere neighbor!chanyeol x reader || ft. best friend!sehun

— genre: angst, suggestive

— warnings: language, alcohol use, cigarette/substance use, mental illness, watching from afar, anxiety, gun, blood, older fella chanyeol

— word count: 3.5k

— note: hey guys, sorry i got caught up in schtuff. final smut chapter after dis one and then i will FINALLY BE ABLE TO START NEW WRITING. smut chapter IS coming soon. um YAY…!! open to suggestions and criticisms always :)

“Would you stop doing that, Chanyeol?” Your voice can’t help but come out small and innocently, not sure if he even hears you. You’re inundated by the pressure of his gaze beating down on you, the embarrassing urge to cry tugging relentlessly on your soft features.

“Baby, doing what?” His face softens. The gash across Chanyeol’s nose bridge looks more salient than ever, the dried blood glistening in the sodium light. His boastful posture deflates.

He inches dangerously close to you, until you can feel his emanating body heat. Blood on his lips threaten to spill over from teeth marks branded deep into his skin, eyes blown out and impatiently waiting for your response. A simple-minded man, he’s always been unsure of how to confront feelings meaningfully. If he could make himself think harder of anything better than easing it all with a smoke, he’d do it, but he can’t.

The yearning is sudden and impulsive on his fingertips, creeping down into his jacket. He’s ready to balance a cigarette between his forefinger and middle, but his pocket is vacant no matter how many times he runs the pads of his fingers over the patch of surface. Fuck.

“Stop telling me stupid things. Responsible for the death of Park Yoora? Sehun’s a mailboy and author, working part time as a mechanic. He’s never maimed anyone, never hurt a soul, let alone someone from your bloodline, Chanyeol,” it comes out harshly from your throat, crudely. “I have no reason to believe you and your lies anymore.” As if watching Chanyeol’s face falter and fall dramatically was too much to bear, you lazily shut your hooded eye, which have no problem sticking together easily due to the air’s stagnant moisture. The words are oddly visceral in his ears, cold and unforgiving all at once.

The townsfolk would agree that they’re used to, maybe unsettlingly too used to, Chanyeol’s eyes being void of much emotion. That’s the kind of man he is, after all, no one else can ignite unexpected life in them besides you.

And so, the gleam of betrayal in his eyes tonight is suddenly immediate, catching you off-guard nonetheless. His fitfully soft gaze hardens and his eyebrows scrunch angrily, watching your irises amplify with fear beneath him. “What’s so unbelievable about that, [Y/N]? Believe me, your little boyfriend’s maimed whether you want it or not, and he’s maimed my sister. Her husband couldn’t pay off a car loan and she was dead, just like that. Accept it, like I have.

You don’t have to be best friends with a murderer, you can come keep me company, bring me pastries or bake me an apple pie every weekend — I’ll take care of you. He's not your best friend. Don’t want him to be,” Chanyeol’s voice breaks, the weight of his acidic jealousy and grief awfully agonizing. He pauses to watch your stoic face carefully, searching for regret, but he won’t find any more than his own. “There’s bathtubs of our moonshine in front of you, aren’t there? Then what’s so hard to believe about that? Can’t you just believe me?” His firm tone becomes desperate, tender and divulging of his feelings.

“When it’s Sehun doing dirt, you don’t bat a pretty eyelash, you don’t think he could ever do it. When I tell you, you’re quick to deem me incredulous. You just don’t know everything like you think you do, bunny,” Chanyeol’s complexion toughens up just enough for him to not break down, an almost-sneer. The words come out in fragments, bits and pieces, his eyes still eager for validation in yours. The distance between your bodies makes you anxious.

You attempt to save your case, beginning to look crazed going back and forth. “Your lies are in poor taste. Let’s not forget that you’re villainizing Sehun, when you’re just as worse, Chanyeol — you’re jealous, aren’t you? You can’t bear the thought of me hanging out with him, because your filthy mind is convinced he’s fucking my brains out over the hood of one of his flivvers,” you hiss, voice tight and indignant. Chanyeol’s jaw clenches, teeth gritting together in his guise of red-eared anger.

“My ‘little boyfriend,’ Chanyeol? You think I’m a damned slut? He’s still my best friend, and I won’t let your apparent matters get in between us. And you said you'd take care of me? With what, with the criminal cash you’ve laundered? Why do you even do this filthy work? Where did you fuck up, Chanyeol? Tell me! What went wrong with you?”

The confrontation reminds Chanyeol of his roots. He bares his teeth, putting his hands up defensively. “No. Don’t talk down to me. I’ll take care of us. I will.”

“No, really, Chanyeol. Why else would you be working for bootleggers? You fucked up, and then you try to make it all better by making me think my best friend is just as bad.”

“I wouldn’t say that I fucked up. Would you rather have not known that he was doing those things? Would you have rather lived in euphoric bliss all your life, hanging out with a murderer? You should be thanking me, [Y/N]. Are you upset, baby? Maybe I did make you hate your little boyfriend and you’re afraid to admit it.” You flinch as he gets in your face, mere inches away. But the smell of ash is unusually absent from his breath, and on nights like these, where you’ve wandered too far away from home, it’s more unsettling than comforting.

Chanyeol feels his words pile on top of each other in front of you, unable to withstand his anger. Despite this, sweet relief merely washes over his anger for a second, like a crisp breeze. He hopes you can sense it, too. More or less, he’d tasted victory. He knows you’re sort of unsure now, insecure of your accords with Sehun and who you thought he was.

Men like Chanyeol are stupid, so he takes the chance to finally close the distance between you, taking you into his arms and murmuring into your hair. “You don’t like him anymore, do you?” Chanyeol is hopeful and gentle with his words, softly in your ear. “You don’t love him more than you love me,” he repeats. “You love me.” The feeling deep inside you that Chanyeol was right is acidic in your mouth, and it eats at you tenaciously.

You push him off of you and wipe your mouth, as if being that close to him was depraving, although you’d been pressed up to him before.

Over and over again, countless times before, but never close enough.

Sehun still occupied your mind without a doubt — how could he not, having known you for 4 years? You’d deeply cared for him since you first met in highschool — you, a junior, and him, a second year college student. Brought together by your close-rooted excursions home from school, he’d been your older brother figure. You remember it clearly, he’d bring along his two college friends with him to walk you home some days — Junmyeon and Yixing. They both had a crush on you that winter, red noses and all.

JUNMYEON’S ETHYL & GARAGE WORK’s formation was starting to make a lot of sense. Especially regarding their choice of hired hands.

By your senior year, Sehun had already been close to dropping out twice, but for some reason, stayed. Your momma liked Sehun all the same, wishful thinking that he’d end up somewhere.

You start hesitantly, worry etched into your expression. “I didn’t know he was like this. I didn’t know both of you were involved in this, Chanyeol, and if I did, I wouldn’t have decided to know you. I’m compliant. I am sorry, but I cannot love crooked men like you.” Again, the words reverberate twice as cruel in Chanyeol’s large ears, echoing over and over. He can’t find a solution.

Still feeling the phantom trace of both of your hands pressed up to his chest, pushing him away, Chanyeol doesn’t like the feeling of defeat. “Talk about compliance? With what, laws or rumors? Was it so compliant of you to loiter and trespass into my house at midnight? Are you so compliant when Sehun asks you to use your pretty skirt to sneak a few cigarette packs out from the store? Who cares about what we do for cash, I know sure as hell that you of all people fucking don’t, [Y/N].”

You’re stunned, defensive and cold, so the words blurt out of your mouth before you have the chance to fully apprehend them, swiftly and fleeting. "I have a right to care, do I not?”

But they’re nothing of swiftly and fleeting to Chanyeol, repeating over and over in his mind in your gentle voice. You almost clasp your hands over your mouth, feeling your teeth gnawing on the inside of your cheek. Gravity had pulled your senses together too late, long after the words had left your mouth. Chanyeol releases his heel, ready to turn around just seconds before.

The lull in his voice isn’t deceptive for once, something of a catharsis. “You’ve never cared. Aren't you scared of me, [Y/N]? You don’t think I notice? You don’t think I’m self aware? Of course I’m jealous, I know that I’m fucking sick, I’m in love with someone who I’ve watched for weeks." He says this in a tone matter-of-factly, but shameful in its meaning. He can’t help but feel allured to the thought of protecting your sugary elation from his potent, black tar of a psyche, despite eagerly desiring its corruption. “I just can’t help it, anymore. Men like me are stupid,” he says, and you notice that he says that a lot. “I always want what I can’t have," Chanyeol exhales, catching his breath. "You’ll never get it, [Y/N].”

Unsure of what to say, you look up at Chanyeol with demure eyes, tears threatening to fall at the motion of a blink. The cellar air is still cold yet saturated against your skin, harsh and unforgiving. You're just as destroyed, turning away from him.

You don’t think he does, but of course Chanyeol takes notice of you eyeing the stairway carefully, the center of each step slightly depressed in crescents after years of crude weight. You take one more look behind you at him, eyebrows still furrowed and focused on you. Then, holding your skirt down, you run as fast as possible. “I’ve gotta go.”

Chanyeol stays still, watching your form retreat up the stairs.

Making it back to the intermediate EMPLOYEES ONLY desk room, your eyes meet Jongin's. He's breathing heavily, his body already backed up against the door, barricading it with muscular leverage. Jongin smiles gently at the sight of you, sweat from the parching tension condensing at his cupid's bow. His eyes curve upward as he smiles. "Why don't you stay with Chanyeol, instead."

The sound of steady footfall echoes in the stairwell behind you, creaking the wood underneath. Desperately, you run up to Jongin. "Let me out, I have to leave." You whisper thinly, pushing Jongin's hair back to reveal his pink flushed ears. He pauses for a moment, allowing the stairwell noises to reverberate louder. Quickly, voice hitching in his throat, he quietly urges. "Relax. He’s gon' go mad if he sees you this close to me, sweet stuff. Let's back up, ‘kay?”

Discomfort vaguely reflected in your expression, you back away slowly, turning your gaze to the stairwell. You watch intently as Chanyeol's torso slowly emerges from the stairs, holding onto the left railing.

Your eyes grace each other instantaneously, doubtful and ashamed. He approaches you first, although timidly, head down. Then lowly, pulling you toward him so only you can hear, he murmurs a pitiful "I'm so sorry."

Chanyeol looks up to press his lips together into a quick smile, glancing at Jongin — slang for thanks! Jongin nods, subsiding his body from the door. "Sehun's in the back again tonight. Still working on that flaming ‘32 Buick."

When you two meet the night air outside, his smile collapses again, everything inside of him falling in on each other. “Let’s bring you to him, now. He can drive you home tonight,” Chanyeol asserts coldly, angry at himself. He didn't mean to tell you all of that, especially before he’d told you that he’d loved you. He didn’t mean to tell you all of that for weeks, but stupid men like me aren’t good at thinking before we speak. His hands are rough and calloused, the functional arm brushing against your shoulder before quickly retracting.

You make your way around the back together to the rows of vehicle hoists in the large outdoor garage, moments of stillness and night peeking through the open air on the sides. Feeling pissed, you make sure to walk in front of Chanyeol, so he can see the perfect ellipse your hips sway in when you walk. You know he likes it.

You see it all at once; a vibrant and lousy red car with stained white wheels, and beneath it, a quietly focused but normally lousy boy. Black hair pasted to his forehead with sweat, and eyes thin at practice.

“Sehun!” you call eagerly, desperate for his familiarity. His narrowed eyes snap to you in an instant, then darts to the taller man next you.

You run towards him, even against the emanating smell of gas and motor oil from his work station. Then, you fall to your knees on the rough asphalt, meeting him eye level as he sits there in baggy denim, one knee up and the other leg stretched out like a cat.

“He took you here, doll?” His voice is shaky and concerned for the both of you, glaring at Chanyeol from a distance. Sehun’s face is covered in sweaty dew from exposure to the close heat, hands diligently buried in the car’s hind suspension beam and axle.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you work with him?”

Sehun’s gaze hardens intensely, his dark brown irises piercing the scene behind you. You turn around quickly, realizing Chanyeol was now close to the car as well, having walked to where you two were.

Sehun draws back his hands from the machinery and hoists himself up to the other side, out from sitting underneath the raised car. He dusts off his knees, standing up to reach Chanyeol’s height, separated only by the flaming red Buick between them — and you, sitting at Chanyeol’s feet. They stare at each other menacingly in the dim garage light momentarily. Their mannerisms are similar in this way; backs straight like soldiers for war, eyebrows furrowed and heaving chests. What could you do?

Chanyeol breaks the silence. Snarkily, he’s unphased, unmoving and still. “Just wanted to show your sweetheart what you were up to. Car fixing, wine selling, killing innocent families for patriarchs’ loans. She actually really missed you, Sehun. I’m so jealous, really.”

“Still caught up on big sissy? That happened months ago, don’t be so brash in front of [Y/N], now. Does she know that you taint the liquor you sell, Chanyeol?”

“She knows what my tongue feels like,” Chanyeol cocks his head to the side, sticking out his tongue to bite down on it. A taunting demonstration in Sehun’s face, the mockery is jarring. He’s taken aback momentarily, but that doesn’t stop him from putting his arms down onto the Buick’s hood, triumphantly. “What’s your fucking problem?”

“That someone I’m forced to work with keeps fucking with things I care about.” Sehun fucks up on the job, and he gets away kindly with a lengthy talk from Junmyeon about not killing innocent people for fear. Sehun fucks up off the job, and he’s got no one left to clean up for him. These things are still foreign to Sehun, still young and unsure of trivial matters. Like if the way his dick curves to the right will make him die sooner, or if he’ll ever grow any facial hair.

Your eyes dart between the two men and their exchange, though its difficult to see Sehun from your position, so you stand up.

Sehun throws his denim jacket to the garage’s floor, nothing underneath except skin slick with grease. The buttons make contact with the cement, clicking and clunking. Their eyes are locked, not parting for a second.

“You wanna go? Fist to fist like men?” Sehun clenches his fists with bruising grasps. Chanyeol laughs, “not really.”

He’d lose anyway, with one functional arm, the other in a sling to his side.

Sehun seethes, seconds away from lunging at Chanyeol anyway. “What’s got you so pent up? The girl here has your panties in a twist?”

“Every man’s own right to go and have his own wife.”

Then, Sehun frowns upon reaching an epiphany. “So pitiful of you. You dragged [Y/N] along so she would hate me.” Chanyeol smiles shamelessly, not completely a lie. “Some of it.”

Sehun begins to make his way around the hood of the car, nothing in between you now to shield against his vexation. The denim jeans he wears are dirty and caked with dirt at the knees, and the baggy fabric folds between his legs at every motion.

“Why don’t we put this in the past, Chanyeol? You always let all your emotions get the best of you, except anger. You always let the anger bottle up! Even now I know you’re not angry at me, even though I can’t bring Yoora back for you,” Sehun contends, strangely assertive behavior for him. “Let’s start over, Park Chanyeol. I’ll hang out with [Y/N], and you can go back to that Mélis doll. We’ll work together from now on, I’m not bargaining with you, now.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Chanyeol raise his hand up from his hip, slipping into his coat.

You almost would have missed it if it weren’t for the proud blood splatter on the cement, the vehemently loud noise over in the span of a blink.

Sehun jerks his body away from Chanyeol’s at once, your heart thundering in your chest. You watch stock-still and he wretches an agonizing groan, clutching his lower abdomen and collapsing onto the bloodied cement. Sehun calls out your name faintly, but you try not to look. His stomach makes an obscene sticky squelch.

Your scream makes Chanyeol wince with an eye closed, though the gloating smile tugging at his lips is harder to hide. “He’ll be fine, ready to work in a week. Just in the hip. Jongin and Baekhyun heard it, it’s nothing,” nonchalantly, he returns the hand to his side.

You rush to Sehun’s side before you have the chance to puke all over the pavement, holding his face in your hands. His eyes are hazy, but eyebrows still furrowed in a fit of silent rage, teeth hissing. “Hurts so bad, [Y/N]. You need to run,” he pants in your ear, tucking his head in between your neck and your collarbone. He’s lightheaded because of the blood loss, blooming through his denim jeans. His eyes plead, and he manages a small “love ya.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Sehun, I’m here.”

The silence makes you twist your head to find the older man, quickly. “You did this to him! You sick creep, he’s bleeding out, he’s hurt, he’s in pain. He’s going to die!” But Chanyeol is already leaning on a concrete pillar haphazardly, without a care in the world, “let him.”

You take off your slip-on coat quickly, then your tight, long sleeved blouse. The tourniquet you make resembles a bloodied kitchen rag, but it will make-do until Jongin and Baekhyun flood the scene. The slip-on coat makes it back on your form before they arrive.

When the men reach Sehun’s side, they work hastily and efficiently, before hefting his weight onto their backs.

You slip next to Chanyeol, still gazing at Sehun’s disheveled form. He’s still conscious, but in shock and daze held up. “You still want him to take you home tonight?”

“What is wrong with you?”

Chanyeol had gotten into the illegal trade while youthful, following his discharge from the militia. A jarhead, blunt and unsure, he’d reluctantly majored in business. When it all came crashing down in the midst of the roaring 20s, he’d decided that he’d work in law enforcement customs — an easy job that brunt men could understand, watching the crime rate reach an all time high. During these times, he observed Mr. Kim Junmyeon, a sophisticated industrialist, audaciously bringing in wooden crates of illegally distilled liquor crossing between Montreal to Manhattan. He wasn’t worried, because he knew it would work out in the end — and he was good at networking, even with the authorities.

Really, he admired Junmyeon’s work and dedication to the craft, lacking his own ambition. He'd let Junmyeon slip through easily, beginning to lack integrity. Junmyeon knew this, so he’d go back and forth with new bottles every two weekends, sparing Chanyeol a few for his kind gesture. Now, they hand out laundered money together at the pubs like candy, and crash autos like they’re nothing more than just carnival bumper cars. Sell wine like water, corrupt what you need to in order to get what you want.

Out of all, though, they don't meddle in each other’s businesses.

#by demure2 #chanyeol angst #sehun angst #yandere exo #exo yandere au #yandere chanyeol #exo au #exo x reader #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol au #sehun au #yandere au #yandere!chanyeol #yandere!exo

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girlsgenerati0n · 9 months

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bias check~ list 10 groups you stan and your bias from each, then tag 10 people!

tagged by @loveshack ty kas 🫶🏻

not gonna do soshi bc it's. impossible for me to pick just one LMAO. but i'll try for others 🫡

red velvet - irene!!!! (honestly renegijoyyeri but i'll stick with just irene for this....)

shinee - minho.

wonder girls - yubin, yeeun & hyelim (again honestly all of them)

seventeen - s.coups, jeonghan, mingyu, wonwoo, vernon, dino & jun. yes all 7. & dk's creepin in there.

f(x) - victoria (honestly all of them minus a*ber but victoria was first 🫡)

exo - lay, chanyeol, kai & sehun (& tao 😔✊️)

kara - gyuri & seungyeon

tvxq - uknow.

after school - kahi, bekah, nana, jooyeon & lizzy

stray kids - felix & lee know

i'm tagging: @ruoxin @igotaboy @taengoo @taesangf @whitechocolate @dalgonamilk @bj-wnjn @wonhos-fabuloso @wayvmp3 @snsdpop & anyone else who wants to do it!! ♡

#no pressure to do this ofc!! 💖#{ *•.¸♡ 🐚 ✿ }

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walk era johnny or smf cowboy sehun 😩😩 don’t flame smf sehun i love cowboys actually but the walk movement video johnny did something to me idk if it was the nose ring or the loose fit suits or the everything i love those two concepts vv much

is this my fav hairstyle for Johnny? ngl, no, I actually don’t like it which is kind of wild bc I realized like.. other than that atrocious blond weave during Work It/Resonance…..he’s really never missed.

he has reallllly good bone structure to pull off many hairstyles and tends to stick to colors that work against his skintone. Johnny being this amount of metrosexual(omg do people still say this😭😭😂) is a little scary, but also sexy.

I’ll forever wait for his long dark brown hair to return, maybe once summer in Korea has ended bc he has complained about how sweaty his neck would get😩 fully understandable but that hair made him look like some type of Alpha God pack leader🐺 I was like…..initiate me… BREED ME😶‍🌫️ ok

remember that cowboy hat photocard😭😭 no wait, I actually hated that LMDMWKXKXKX

#asks

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holdingforexo · 4 months

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holding for sehun: day 163 of 639 ↳ EXO SEHUN for Nature Republic’s Powdery Sun Stick | May 2018

#sehun #oh sehun #exo #sehungifs #exogifs #nature republic #holding:sehun

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lgcsehun · 4 months

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𝐈,⠀⠀╱⠀⠀* haunting.⠀⠀₍⠀@lgcmaylin.⠀₎

despite the fact that this day had been a plan ongoing since the start of their friendship, mapped out with excitement, sehun can definitely feel it is not as exciting as one expected, or thought.

in fact, he isn’t sure why neither of them cancelled the minute their bond ended; nor can he tell what’s more haunting: this abandoned territory of a shopping center, or the remains of whatever’s left of their friendship — if there’s anything left to salvage and is worth saving.

who knows if maylin and sehun should even be in each other’s presence and midst like this, given everything that occurred between them. it is precisely what causes the tension and coldness to currently hang ever—so thick in the air, accompanying a thread of silence.

the hope of rekindling their shattered ties to one another is faint, but it’s there. it’s there, and sehun knows. this is a common ground they have, after all. and maybe they’ll return to the same, old way of ignoring and watching from afar right after, or maybe they’ll manage to work past it with this one time they have to stick together.

sehun tries not to be too loud with clearing his throat, the last thing he wants is for it to reverberate throughout the emptiness; he can’t have maylin figuring out the nervousness thrumming in his heart, either. “uh, ready when you are.”

#⠀in⠀bloom⠀꒰⠀✦⠀꒱⠀𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.⠀#⠀t⠀╱⠀haunting.⠀#lgcmaylin #sorry this took so long ueue

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an-annyeoing-writer · 2 years

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vampire!Sehun x Reader: flavors of greed.

Word count: 6 365

Date of release: 25th Nov. 2022

Rating: +16

Genre: angst

Warnings: descriptions of violence & death.

Not adding network tags due to ambiguity of Sehun's character that can potentially make some people uncomfortable. Read at your own risk!

If someone asked him to pick just one thing that he’d be able to erase from his life completely, it’d most likely be the sense of responsibility.

It was terrible, truly. Whenever something came across his way, giving him a matter to care and worry about for any longer than the conversation about it would last, he felt himself become moody and uncomfortable. Whether was it school, grocery shopping, paying taxes – it didn’t matter. Sehun hated absolutely every single thing about it.

Responsibility simply sucked, and that’s why, when given a chance to live a life completely carefree of a life, he didn’t think much before choosing it. Was it a smart choice to make? Only years to come would tell.

No responsibility was left, he was certain now. No need to worry about his health, family, education, or career. None of these mattered, and whichever he wanted, he could have it all. Such was the life of an immortal being, able to enchant whoever possessed what he wished to have, and rob them off that thing without a trace or record.

He could say that his only responsibility now was his thirst. But even that, he could satiate so easily.

He stared at the glass filled with rusty-colored alcohol of sort. The glass was square in shape, with the transparent surface engraved with different shapes that made the light flicker when it passed through. Alcohol didn’t work so well on him anymore, but he still enjoyed the taste of it from time to time. This night seemed just about right – he rested on the leather couch of the VIP lounge in one of the biggest clubs in the city, surrounded by different people, some of his own sort, and some just unlucky enough to have been invited to the spectacle-like party. Most of them have been ridden off their free will upon entering the lounge, but their demeanor seemed just about natural enough, exactly how people during a party would normally behave. Once they’d come back home, hungover and maybe just a bit weaker and sicker than normally, they’d only remember enjoying the party as he and others did. Their poor wellbeing they would most likely blame on the alcohol consumed.

The alcohol has run out and Sehun asked someone to order more, putting the glass on a silver tray. He didn’t know who it was that he asked, but his mind was already slightly hazy from the glass’ contents, loud music, strong smells of blood coming from the people his acquittances already fed on. But he wanted something new, something fresh.

A girl – young woman? - approached a few minutes later with a tray and a new glass of alcohol. Was it brandy or whiskey? He wasn’t even certain what he had before – the lack of natural bodily reaction to alcohol made him indifferent towards its flavors, and the stinging pain in his throat had no name attached. But it didn’t matter, it could even be a poison, and it was not likely to influence him too much.

But the woman did influence him, he had to admit. He stared at her when she put the tray in front of him, leaning downwards, but not sparing him a glance. Dressed in all black, nothing revealing, but tidy, she looked nothing like the partying people, she didn’t stick out at all either. Such was her purpose, as a waitress – to not disturb the guests. Anyone would look at her and then look away, maybe share a polite smile, ask for a drink.

Sehun didn’t want to look away, but he did smile when her eyes finally somehow fell on him. And did he, truly, want to have a drink from her.

“Hello” he said simply, tilting his head to the side.

“Hello” she answered with a polite nod.

“Could you bring me water, too?”

“Sure.”

She did not spare him another glance, too busy collecting the empty glasses, to which he narrowed his eyes in mild annoyance. Was she to look at him for just a bit longer, would he skillfully make sure she can never look away again.

He lifted the glass to his lips, his eyes fixated on her silhouette maneuvering between guests towards the bar, with the silver trace perfectly balanced on the tips of her fingers.

Someone spoke to him and he entertained them with a minute of small talk, before the girl appeared again with her tray, putting down a glass of water with the same grace and care that she did when bringing him alcohol. He stared at her intently.

“Do you have some juice?” She shook her head. “Lemonade?”

“We have lemonade.”

“Bring me a glass.”

She glanced up at him, lifting her eyebrow.

“Anything else?”

“No, that’d be it.”

“Sure.”

He could tell her patience was wearing thin, but she didn’t say anything further, leaving the lounge with her tray empty this time.

A few minutes passed, and a waitress did in fact come back. But it was not the same one, and he glared daggers into the woman who came and placed a glass of lemonade in front of him without a word, leaving before he could ask for anything more.

What a smartass, he thought. Where was she now? Did she purposefully go to serve another part of the club, not wanting him to disturb her any further, accurately predicting that his requests had nothing more in them than a will to occupy her time a bit more?

That was not over, though. If she wanted to play games like that – knowingly or not – he would play some back. If she did not want to give into his will, so would be it. If his friendly charm was not encouraging enough, he could as well revert to imposing fear instead.

He put the lemonade into the hands of someone talking just a bit too much, and told them not to speak again until they’ve drank it all, but not to hurry. Easy solution to a minor inconvenience.

He stood up, looking around the club better; the VIP lounge was located in a balcony above the main hall, with railing made of decorative grills that he leaned over, looking down at the crowds gathered beneath. The music was too loud for his liking, making it harder to focus. Was she not there? Went on a break? Ended her shift? Or did some friend of his already lay their hands on her?

He moved towards the stairs that led him to the bar downstairs, and easily found the woman who delivered his lemonade.

“Hello” he greeted, making her look at him and answer with a polite nod. “Where is the girl that handed my request to you?” he asked without a hesitation, knowing very well that he does not need to ease this question out. The waitress had no choice but to answer truthfully, anyway. Her eyes became hazed when they stared at each other. He had her in his grasp.

“[F/n]? She went to clean the cold-room” the response sounded. He memorized the name he heard.

“How do I get there?” He didn’t know the club’s plan, after all.

“The door over there, straight forward and then to the right at the end of the corridor” she pointed behind the bar.

“Thank you” he spoke without a hint of emotion to it, passing by her and going straight where she directed.

Was it her own choice to leave the crowded club, or was it a duty someone imposed on her? It didn’t matter that much, but he did wonder – was she trying to avoid him, worried of what his motivation could be? But he didn’t hurt her yet, only occupied her time more than necessary. Was she so smart as to know the red flags early, or just so fearful?

It didn’t matter that much.

The door to the cold-room was closed, with a narrow glass window showing only darkness inside. Where was she?

A sound echoed behind him, and he turned around; here, his heart has calmed down. All pieces were coming together now, the waitress with a box of cleaning supplies in her arms was walking towards him now, but clearly spacing out and not noticing him just yet.

It was only when she almost bumped into him, was he not to move from her way in time, that she looked at him, blinking in confusion.

“Sir? What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head to the side, smiling at her with his eyes, as charming and gentle as he could be.

“I just couldn’t get you out of my head” he spoke nonchalantly, making her wince.

“Wow, okay. I apologize for disturbing your head, seems there was just too much free space in it” she huffed without a sign of embarrassment.

Sehun almost laughed at the response, if not for the fact that it was not what he wished to hear. What he expected, was to make the girl just a bit uncomfortable with his confidence in the circumstances given; just enough to make her doubt herself and wonder. But she seemed to have been in a situation like that before, and knew what strings to pull.

The difference was, however, that in his hands, there were far more strings than in those of an average drunk admirer, and he was not afraid of pulling them harshly and without remorse.

So, the moment she entered the cold-room with her cleaning supplies, he slammed the door behind her. It was reckless of her to not take out the key before entering, he thought. But it was too late, and with one click, the door was locked, and he took the key out of the mechanism and spun it carelessly, holding onto the lanyard, in front of the window for her to see.

She panicked, looking at him through the window. She yelled, but her voice didn’t make it past the door.

He watched her slam fists against the door, his face stoic, no hint of sympathy to display. Her breath came out in clouds and she visibly shivered. He had heard of people freezing to death in circumstances like such – but she was certainly better than that. She knew how to use the controller at the end of the room and turn the cooling off, was she to get stuck in there. But it was just not going through her mind just yet, that she could spend in there any longer. Someone would, if not him, for sure come here and release her, right?

Wrong, he thought; no one would save her, if he didn’t agree for it first. But she was still a bit too feisty to be released.

So he motionlessly and wordlessly watched her yell and slam fists, before she moved away from the door just a bit, retrieving the phone from the pocket of her pants. Smart, he thought. Pointless and naïve, but smart nonetheless.

Not a long time passed before the woman from earlier charged into the corridor, phone in hand and a paralyzer in the other.

One look from him was enough to stop her in her tracks.

“Give me that” he pointed at the paralyzer. The woman didn’t hesitate even for a second, all the will to fight him disappearing right away. [F/n] pressed her face into the window, but she certainly couldn’t see it from her angle. “Thank you, now go back to work. Don’t pick up any more phone calls.”

The woman only nodded, turning around and leaving without a word. He threw the paralyzer on the floor, not really finding much use in it.

Then, he returned his attention to the small window in the door, letting the terrified girl see him again. Good, look at me, he thought. Finally, she met his gaze. He could charm her now, make her give into his will and let him do whatever he pleased. But that wouldn’t be it, he knew – he wanted something new, something different tonight. A taste of genuine fear, a showcase of actual strength that he had, not just the mind-tricking power. It excited him more with every second that he spent willingly choosing to leave her sober and sane.

Her eyes were glossy, she was panicking and trembling from cold. Vulnerable and helpless, as he stood right outside the door, staring right back at her with unreadable expression.

Not yet, he thought. If he lets her out now, she’ll just try to run away, maybe call the police as well. He needed to cool down her temper just a little bit more, for that snarky comment earlier as well.

But her phone was still in there, and the more people she decided to call, the more annoying it would be to fix it all. He let out an annoyed sight before putting the key back in the door and unlocking it. The girl moved away from the door just a bit, as if worried he would pounce on her the moment they opened.

“So, how will it be?” he asked, leaning against the side of the doorframe. “Will you go with me willingly or should I hurt you for real this time?”

You sat in the passenger seat of the car with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. The man who took you was “kind” enough to turn the heating on, but you were still freezing, and in your thin work attire you felt almost naked, even though it didn’t really reveal any skin. Chills seeped through your body.

You fixated your gaze somewhere between your shoes. The man’s silhouette moved slightly as he drove, but it remained calm, and he himself didn’t pay you any attention. Initially, you were going to open the door the moment you got the chance to and make a run for it, but then you realized that there’s a child-safety lock in it. Maybe later, you considered. He’ll eventually have to let you out.

He took your phone too. Never in your life have you felt as helpless as you did now.

The night was deep and calm. Fatigue started to set in, especially because nothing really happened so far. The man, whatever he wanted from you, didn’t even touch you, nor speak to you during the entire ride, as if you didn’t even exist.

Finally, you seemed to arrive in a parking lot of an apartment building, somewhere underground. You realized you almost fell asleep during the ride, and managed to stretch your muscle a bit when the engine went silent, implying the end of the trip. Along with the sudden awakening of your body, your mind also went on a higher setting, recalling the situation you were in.

It was a relief that the place you ended up in was somewhat public and not far from the civilization. It gave you just the smallest hope that maybe with enough noise, you’d attract someone’s attention, especially this late at night when the area was silent otherwise.

He left the car first, then unhurriedly approached your side of the vehicle, opening the door in front of you and extending his hand like a gentleman. You fought with your instincts, not wanting to even touch him, but fearful of how he would react if you rejected him yet again.

But your proud side took charge this time and you got out of car on your own, doing your best to avoid the man’s amused gaze. The fact that instead of annoying him, it made him laugh, definitely didn’t satisfy you.

It was when he, for a small moment, busied himself locking the car doors, that you decided that it may be your best moment, if not the only one, to get out of his grasp untouched. So you didn’t think twice before getting your muscle to work all at once, so fast and intensely you didn’t think was humanly possible.

Maybe you’d give it more time to think about later, if not the fact that your run lasted less than a second, as a hand closed around the back of your blouse, pulling you backwards. The collar pressed against your throat uncomfortably, making you cough. The blouse stretched to the point of the fabric almost tearing.

The man let out an impatient sigh, pushing you unceremoniously against the car door and staring at you with a raised eyebrow, but not saying a word, as if waiting for you to speak first – but what were you to do? Apologize? That wouldn’t make sense.

“Let me go” you grumbled without much hope.

“Sure, but later. We’ll play first.”

“You creep” you huffed, to which the man just laughed.

“The name’s Sehun, if you’d rather refer to me as such” he spoke nonchalantly, leaning his elbow on the car top right next to you. “Let’s make things clear. I’m not going to pretend this is personal, and I don’t really care about how it’ll traumatize you in the future. There’s nothing really you can do, but if you play nice, it’ll be easier on you and you’ll be back home soon. I’m not interested in keeping a hostage.” He sounded completely unbothered, as if he’s done this countless of times in the past – did he? You had no clue. But people don’t become kidnappers out of blue.

“What are you going to do to me?” Although the answer would be obvious any other time, you had a feeling that it’s not what this man wanted from you. Yet, was it for the better, or for the worse? There was something strange about him, something you couldn’t pinpoint. His way of doing things was just too confident, yet too reckless at the same time. No one could go unpunished doing such a thing, and he had to know that – then why was he so certain that nothing could stop him?

“Just enjoy the time together. A bit. Come.”

He didn’t wait for you to follow as he turned around and walked towards the lot exit. You stood in your spot, completely dumbfounded.

But you had a feeling that even if you tried to make a run for it yet again, the results wouldn’t be any different.

Sehun’s apartment, you noted in the first few minutes of being inside, was about the size of four apartments of yours. It had lots of free space and minimal, but neat design.

“You’re cold?” the man asked politely. The apartment was, in fact, quite cold. Without waiting for you to reply, he turned on the thermostat, which seemed to have not been in use since a while ago, judging from the dust gathered on it. “I’ll warm you up.”

Not waiting for you to come in further, he went to a liquor cabinet situated on the side of the living room, and that’s when you entered the room as well, realizing the entire front wall was made of glass. With only one small light turned on in the hall, you could see the outside very well; here, on the tenth? Fifteenth floor? You weren’t sure; the sight was beautiful, with all the city lights at dusk, and you couldn’t help but stare at them as Sehun retrieved alcohol and poured a generous amount into a glass, handing it to you.

“I don’t drink” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do” he stated calmly, and you breathed out shakily, taking the glass from him.

You sat on the leather couch in front of a black screen of TV placed on a wooden cabinet in front of the glass wall, but with the room’s size, covering barely a fraction of it. You took a small sip of the alcohol – you didn’t recognize the brand, but it was a good quality white wine. Although you didn’t really drink alcohol for entertainment, you needed to be somewhat aware of what you were serving. You only hoped that it wouldn’t be enough to get you too drunk. Or maybe it would be better if it did? If you could erase this night from your memories, if you became too intoxicated to stay connected with reality, wouldn’t it be easier?. It seemed suddenly very tempting to just down the entire glass all at once, but your stomach churned at the thought of it.

You moved to the side of the couch the moment Sehun sat next to you.

“Come on, don’t be so stiff.”

“Fuck off” you mumbled, trying to focus on the glass and hoping that for as long as you obediently drank the contents, he would simply let you be. You dawned half of the glass in one go, as though to prove the point.

Naïve.

“Don’t make such a big deal out of it. What can you do, anyway?” He relaxed into the back of the couch. “Nothing, really. And no one’s gonna know about what happened here, anyway. Why won’t you just chill? You’re only making it more difficult for yourself.”

You felt anger arise.

“You’re sick. Just do what you want to do and let me go home” you growled like a wild cat caught in snares.

He let out a deep sigh.

“Well, if you insist.”

Before you could react, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into him in a harsh movement that made the glass slip out of your grasp and break into pieces on the wooden floor, remains of semi-transparent liquid staining the nearby carpet.

You stared at him fearfully, your heart beating so fast that it deafened you, only a small whimper escaping your lips.

Sehun’s gaze followed every smallest movement of your body and face, and his own was filled with some kind of genuine curiosity. You froze, paralyzed from fear and only trembling ever so slightly as his other hand gently traced your neck and rested on its nape, pulling you closer to him. Simultaneously, he leaned down on the other side, extending your arm with the hand still grasping it tightly, giving him an undisturbed sight of your shoulder, cleavage, and throat.

With a deep inhale, he leaned down and dived right where your jugular was, piercing through your flesh with his fangs as sharp as blades, tearing through your skin so painfully that you let out a broken scream, followed by a pained sob.

Your body reacted on its own, struggling in the man’s embrace, trying your best to push him away, which you finally managed after a moment – teeth torn out of your neck, pain blossoming and blood flowing everywhere like a carelessly opened champagne.

You stumbled off the couch. Alcohol stains on the carpet mixed with the ones from your blood as you crawled towards the nearest door, not even sure if it was the exit.

You were too hopeful, thinking that it would lead you anywhere; just a second or two later, Sehun’s hand was on your shoulder, pulling you backwards as he kneeled right behind you, making you fall onto his chest as he held you tightly. You struggled, but not for long – small sobs escaped you as he waited for you to calm down.

“There, there.”

Clearly, his patience had worn thin, because he grabbed your wrist again and twisted you arm, pulling it towards him and biting into your hand without a second thought. You shrieked, wriggling chaotically, pain and panic overwhelming you to the point of not knowing anymore, what you were doing. No movements were deliberate at this point.

But, as the time passed, pain started dissolving, and so did your consciousness. The world became blurry, thoughts leaving your mind along with the blood leaving your body. Everything was cold and warm at once – weakness became peace, vulnerability turned into comfort. Apathy.

“You taste so good” he whispered when you finally gave up, barely hanging onto the remains of reality. “Good girl, come here.” He pulled you even closer, leaning over the other, untouched shoulder of yours, and biting into it – you writhed yet again, and he hushed you down. There was no strength in you to keep fighting much longer, even though you tried. The pain became so dull that it could not hold you back any longer, and when you tried to wriggle out of his embrace, you were unwittingly making the wounds more severe than they already were, sealing your fate even further – almost as if it was not sealed just yet.

The last thought you had, was just a quiet wonder, as to what led you to this situation, what were the odds of you becoming a victim in such peculiar circumstances. You didn’t really get to realize the extent to which Sehun had control over everything that happened.

If a vampire could be hungover, it would certainly not mean alcohol poisoning. But Sehun, resting on the floor with his back against the couch, and blood covering everything around him, felt intoxicated to the core.

He felt too full to move. His hand rested on top of the head on his lap – the girl laid motionlessly at his side. If not for her ripped throat, it would almost seem like a romantic pose; the only thing lacking would be a fireplace in front of them, and a blanket that he would lovingly cover her with.

But the reality started to slowly sink in, that there was no point in trying to warm her up anymore.

His fingers combed through her hair, all sticky. A motion meant to calm him out of all things.

“…Fuck” he muttered finally.

He didn’t expect it to turn out like this; he didn’t plan it in the first place. He always knew he was a monster, a parasite, a creature of abilities that a normal human could only dream to possess. Yet, he never considered himself a murderer. As reckless and carefree as he was, the extend of harm he inflicted was always measured to only as far as his conscience could take. If he convinced people to give him money, he knew they have excessive amounts of it anyway. When he charmed them to stand still and obediently let him drink their blood, he knew that at worst, they’ll suffer from headaches for a few days, and then the story would end.

He felt confident that he wouldn’t do anything to ruin the perfect world he created around himself; the world of harmless leisure, doing things that wouldn’t haunt him afterwards, and if a hell existed, even if he was to end in it one day, it wouldn’t be the worst circle of them all.

But it felt fairly different when someone just gave themselves to him at his command; it never got too messy, the wounds were never too harmful, the initial tearing of his teeth through a man’s flesh was all. He had no idea how animalistic it could make him when his victim was not submissive at all. All those small things – her voice, movements, all that blood around, the sensation of his teeth ripping through warm flesh, almost addicting. It terrified him how much control she had over him at that moment. Nothing else mattered but that sweet taste on his tongue, the wish to tear her apart just to taste as much of it as possible.

Look, where it got him in the end. Maybe he was just a terrible person, after all.

He dawned what must have been two bottles of alcohol that he found in his cabinet. It didn’t do much – he felt just a bit dizzy, but his metabolism didn’t allow the whiskey to intoxicate him as well as he would like it to, especially right after such a full meal that he had.

He walked around his apartment like a zombie, with no purpose and no idea what to do. One moment, thoughts and remorse would flood him, and the next – there would be no single string of reason in his mind, and he would fine himself standing in front of the huge wall-window of his living room, staring at the world outside slowly waking up, the blood on his hands already dry and leaving only crusty remains on the surfaces he touched.

He thought that if vampires were more like in stories and folklore, these could be his last moments, and his life would end the moment the sun finally awoke. But he knew that it was not the case, and that he didn’t have it in himself to end his life early – although, was there really an “early” when he lived for so long already?

It was when the sun was already far above the horizon, when the first sound other than his own movements sounded in the apartment, his ears picking it up right away and without a second of delay. A glass fell out of his hand – yet another to shatter on the already ruined floor, and he couldn’t care less, because he turned around on his heel, breath getting stuck in his throat as he looked at the feminine silhouette on the floor of his apartment.

For a painfully long minute, he only stared, waiting for another sound to appear, somewhat wishing that it would have been just his tired mind playing tricks on him.

But, soon enough, it came – a small, strained whimper, followed by a weak twitch of her fingers.

He didn’t wait any longer, approaching her body cautiously and kneeling down, moving her hair out of the way to have a look at her skin. Although so dark from blood that he could barely tell, upon running his hand along her neck he made sure – the bitemark was there no longer, none of them were.

The girl finally opened her eyes, looking up at him in utter confusion. Although the panic didn’t manage to kick in yet, he knew that soon it would; certainly, she had to remember what happened at night, and it would be naïve to expect her not to fear him.

But, he knew, the game’s rules had now changed. And he could no longer charm her, tell her to clean herself up and make her go home, like he would any other day. But, most of all, he could not let her out.

“Y-you…” she whimpered, managing to sit up and push her back into the couch behind her, holding onto the leather surface as the only proxy of an anchor and safety that she could muster in her position.

He breathed out shakily; what was there to do, to say? How was he to make up for what he’d done?

And should he feel bad, or relieved? Even as much he couldn’t tell.

“I’m sorry” barely escaped his lips, and it was the first sober thing he’d done in the past few hours. “I’m really sorry.”

He feared meeting her gaze.

“What did you do to me…?”

And, no matter how he wished that there was an easy way to answer this question, he knew he had to lay in the bed he had made for himself.

Sehun hated responsibility.

The mere thought of having something to care about for an extended period of time made him sick to the core. The perspective of having no more things to worry over was one of the reasons why he chose to become what he became. Although his chances were slim, he managed to get through the pain of it, because he had a solid motivation. But, he knew – not everyone had the privilege of a choice.

He laid in a bed in his minimalistic apartment, and she laid just a bit further from him, sleeping soundly.

Between them, a person laid as well, maybe sleeping, maybe just unconscious – he didn’t know for sure. Bitemarks on their body were small and almost unnoticeable, already starting to heal. They would certainly be confused for insect bites, and heal soon, leaving nothing behind, maybe just small scars that would also disappear with time. Whoever the person was, also didn’t matter.

“Hey, psst” he whispered, stretching his neck above the person’s body to look at the girl. “[F/n].” He reached his hand and shook her shoulder, making her grumble with annoyance. His own irritation only grew. “Wake up, for god’s sake.”

“What… the hell do you want” she mumbled, slapping his hand away.

“Go shower.”

“What?”

“My bedsheets. You’re ruining my bedsheets. Go shower, now.”

She lifted her eyebrow, finally opening eyes to look at him. With blood all over her mouth, but a lazy look on her face, it drew a grotesque picture – she still wasn’t too neat when feeding, and he was annoyed himself that she didn’t care enough to try and get better at it. He felt that she did it on purpose.

“Ah, sorry.”

Before he could react, she rested her face into the pillow, leaving absolutely all of the remaining blood on the white linen.

“You’re not fucking sorry” he deadpanned.

“No, not really.”

He let out a helpless sigh and decided to finally get out of bed, knowing that he’ll only get more annoyed the longer he watches her ruin his belongings.

Barely two months had passed; two months of ups and downs, and slow, albeit gradual progress. The reality was harsh, especially at first. However, with time, they managed to get accustomed with each other – and he knew that it was his duty to make sure that the girl could adjust to the new life of hers. Simultaneously, she grew to accept that reality. And, as the dynamics between them started turning into a friendship of sort, she would not spare a chance to make his life just a little bit more difficult than absolutely necessary, as though to make the point (“it’s your fault, and I’ll not let you forget about it, like, what will you do? Fire me?”).

The person in bed moved a little and he peeked over the kitchen’s doorframe, looking at the two silhouettes.

[F/n] welcomed them with a warm smile, although he could sense her slight discomfort at a situation she still wasn’t used to. She asked them how they were feeling, and if they’d like a breakfast; certainly, they must have thought that waking up with a female like this would hint to very specific events of the night. Even though all of them were dressed – but what other explanation would there be? And [F/n] just went along with that excuse whenever mornings like this came. It seemed reasonable even to him, who used to tell people to go home without a second thought. She was more merciful than him, more understanding, with the traits of humanity still so strong in her. And, although at first, he felt like it would be a matter of time before she got rid of them, he eventually realized that it was him who became naturally gentler and more considerate of people he happened to drink from.

The girl soon entered the kitchen with a drowsy expression, her face already cleaned; she leaned on the side of the doorframe, inhaling the pleasant smell of scrambled eggs he was preparing.

“If you have nothing better to do, cut some bread” he muttered.

She chuckled, going towards the cupboard with foods inside. They may have not needed human food anymore, but it was always nice to have a taste of it.

Some time later, after the person already left, they sat together, resting after their meal(s) by the dining table in the living room, empty plates pushed to the side and a peaceful silence all around.

“Hey, Sehun” she spoke suddenly. “I wanted to ask you something.”

He looked at her expectantly, mindlessly tapping his fingers on the table’s surface.

“I know that you’ve helped me a lot now, you know, to learn stuff, get used to everything, figure out how to, you know, live like that…”

Sehun’s eyebrows furrowed slightly and he tilted his head to the side.

“I just, you know, wonder, what will you do once you think I’m, you know, ready?” She stumbled over her own words. “Once I can do well on my own. What are you going to do?”

He stared at her for a while, before looking out the huge window of his living room, observing all the sky scrapers scattered around the city. He always enjoyed this sight, he noticed that both of them did.

“You mean, will I just throw you out when you don’t need me anymore?”

She pressed her lips together, before nodding, and Sehun sighed.

He hated responsibility.

He never wanted to have anything to care about, especially for a period so long that it could not be expressed even in years. With immortal lives like theirs, he knew that some decisions simply couldn’t be undone.

Yet, after all those years, there was some kind of longing in him; some kind of flavor in life that he was missing, a creeping loneliness that he found himself finally filling, no matter how wicked and cruel at the core it may have felt.

“Well, will you want to leave?” he asked instead.

It was her turn to furrow her eyebrows, staring at him intensely, almost glaring, especially when he still didn’t look back.

“No” she finally replied. “You’re not that bad. I mean, you kind of are, but. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll want to leave.”

He let her mean words pass by, unbothered. The sun shining through the huge window of the living room blinded him for a short moment, and he looked inside of the room, finally meeting the girl’s gaze.

“…Good” he spoke shortly. But her eyes on him begged for more than such a simple answer. And he took a bit longer before saying, “I want you to stay.”

She leaned forward, leaning her chin on her palm, with her elbows resting on the table.

“But, you know, it’s a responsibility. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

He stayed silent for a while longer, his eyes fixated on hers, as if seeking that peculiar connection of souls that he found himself greedily hoping for.

“Yeah” he finally said. “I’m okay with it.”

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silly little game ignore if you want — assign each of your moots and idol and a song!

OMG AN IDOL AS WELL?!? we're ab to have sm fun.. Thank U 4 This. also ermmm to moots i hvnt interacted w much this is j based on ur silly vibes Soz.....

@wave2love ( karma ). you dont even know how long ive been waiting to scream this for real. for an idol i'd say karma is either mingi from ateez or jisung from stray kids and for a song.. maybe 3005 by childish gambino?? bc ily bsf Wjnk 😉

@mins-fins ( isa ). ISA ISA ISAAA for an idol its hueningkai from txt FS. perhaps jeongin (skz) too though.. and for a song imo isa is really trix by slater!!! but also mayb take me home by pinkpantheress too!? isa isa isaaa ☹️

@so2uv ( sol ). SOL . sticking w my hongjoong (ateez) = sol agenda here IT MAKES SENSE TO ME!!!! but again the jaehyun (nct) is jumping out a little too. Here damn 😒 ANW FORA SONG im thinking massa by tyler, the creator or song about me by tv girl.. they j fit u in my head

@hyeoniez ( flori ). flori!!!!!! i think mayb jeonghan from svt for an idol?!!? Hmm idk. ur like a little bit silly and evil occasionally and that is so good for u bsf. Real. anw for a song its semantics by chloé silva 0 questions asked. ITS SO U IMO WHATTT

@jinkiseason ( elif ). oh erm Heyy.. for an idol sehun from exo (partly bc of the pfp and partly bc his ig feed (and him in general!?) is so unhinged and idgaf and crazy and silly and those r the vibes i get from them) and for a song wolf by exo (see unhinged idgaf crazy fun argument above). GUERAE WOLF NAEGA WOLF AWOOOO 🗣️

@samudan ( zai ). Hei . Ermm . purely vibes watch me do this in 0.2 seconds.. for an idol xiaojun (wayv/nct) and for song nemonade by p1harmony!!! i got some lemons 4 u 부숴 네 기준 기준....

@cinnajun ( cinna ). lowk scared asl but Hii 😓 UMMM for an idol let me blindfold myself and spin a wheel.. ten (wayv/nct)??!??? U SEEM RLY COOL IDK.. and for a song ermm sugar rush ride by txt (also a massive stab in the dark. Yasss! 👍)

OK DONE THATS IT TBIS WAS FUN THANKNU ABAIN!!!!

#So sorry if these are crazy inaccurate and make you want to like corner me in an alleyway and beat me black and blue 😊#Igot some lemons forYou😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#HRLSOPP

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a9saga · 1 year

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I started typing this whole thing on mobile and couldn't figure out how to put a break in and I refuse to update the app. Fuck it. You are scrolling past this whole damn thing. Unfollow me. This is all I'm gonna be talking about for the next two weeks.

Exo needs to break up. They have needed to break up. That was my hot take I had been saying I'd eventually share but I never got around to it, and now it's a lot more apparent. Not that I thought this was going to happen. I thought that when I finally posted this, someone might be mad about it, but in wake of CBX's lawsuit I don't think anyone's going to be surprised to hear it.

I was sure exo members were done suing SM entertainment a long time ago. It's been 9 years since Kris and Luhan filed their lawsuits, both of whom won. It's been 8 years since Tao's hiatus, and almost 8 since he filed his lawsuit months later, which he ended up losing despite never rejoining exo. I became a fan of exo during Call Me Baby promotions when Tao was still dancing with a broken leg. I was 15 at the time, about to turn 16. EXO scandals were extremely fresh and ongoing. But those three are so far in the past now. Lay quietly decided not to renew recently, but he hadn't been able to appear with the group for 5 years so, yeah. No surprise. But I really thought it was all done when EXO-M was done for.

Well, I can tell you why I'd been thinking for a while EXO should break up. It's because they're really a thing of the past, and essentially after Love Shot, it felt like there was nowhere to go from there.

That felt like the last breath of their 5 year long prime. Don't get me wrong, it was awesome. EXO have hit after hit after hit, think of the absolute best most addictive song by your favorite pop artist, and EXO have a discography of mostly those. But they haven't grown and changed artistically or commercially as a group. They've been around 11 years, they're in their 30s now, and I don't even think most of them have the heart to revitalize their prime like Super Junior did after their military hiatus was over. Maybe a couple of them have it in them to do the pop star thing for their entire careers, but I didn't think that like, Sehun or Chanyeol were necessarily passionate about creating new music for the rest of their career. Chen has a family now and that's also something I'd like the rest of exo to afford without their huge commercial group getting in the way of that. The only one I felt for sure would not be done anytime soon was Baekhyun. I thought he'd be the new Kangta of the group, sticking around when EXO were dormant and fizzled out. I never thought SM would actually let them break up, like H.O.T did when I was a baby. But yeah, Baekhyun leaving shocks me the most. Not that I blame him. I do fully believe the allegations made in the lawsuit as SM have had such a shady reputation.

Looking at SM's pre-EXO boy groups, one might say EXO were the main successor to Super Junior, because, obviously, both groups debuted with 12 people. Large groups like that weren't really a thing in kpop before Super Junior debuted. Additionally, Han Geng of Suju was one of the first Chinese kpop idols. In 2008, two more Chinese members were added to the sub unit Super Junior-M, which released Mandarin versions of pre-existing and original Korean Super Junior songs. Hm, this sounds familiar. I only just built up a better case for the EXO/SJ argument. Diana and I talk about this sometimes though; I once made an argument that I think EXO was more a successor to TVXQ/DBSK (Tong Vfang Xien Qi/Dong Bang Shin Ki), which I would have forgotten saying if she never brought up that one time i said it ever again.

In July of 2009, JYJ threw the first brick at SM Entertainment I mean TVXQ's members Kim "Hero" Jaejoong, Park "Micky" Yoochun and Kim "Xiah" Junsu filed a lawsuit against SM for contract termination, claiming they had been coerced into slave contracts as minors. They were 22-23 at the time, TVXQ having debuted on December 26th, 2003. The three of them won the lawsuit, signed to C-Jes Entertainment and formed the new group, JYJ, of just the three of them. It was assumed the original five piece was dead by that point, but surprisingly, in 2010, Jung "U-Know" Yunho and Shim "Max" Changmin chose to stay at SM and continue TVXQ as a duo.

This whole thing is arguably the most significant scandal in the 30-year history of SM. TVXQ had been SM's biggest success to date and some argue they and Boa still are. Your faves wouldn't have cracked Japan without the efforts of those two, and if kpop didn't reach Japan in the early 2000s, the entertainment industry in a small East Asian country wouldn't have become huge across the entire planet---and frankly, if TVXQ hadn't been big internationally, they'd have been done for because SM had them blacklisted from Korean television for a decade.

Han Geng of Super Junior actually did file for contract termination shortly after JYJ did, also for mistreatment. As did Luhan, Tao and Kris as we've already acknowledged. But all four of them could move to the entertainment industry in China. Sure, you're always going to lose something by leaving as big a group as EXO, Super Junior or TVXQ, but SM hasn't been sued by its Korean idols since JYJ. Baekhyun, Xiumin and Chen know that they're putting at least as much on the line. And now, like TVXQ, more than half of EXO are no longer in the group, and the majority of the run for the both of them has had this cloud of mistreatment over their reputations. They were also both so unstoppably huge and popular.

I was in elementary school for DB5K's prime, and there were fans of kpop in the west but I can't tell you what their success across Asia looked like as someone who wasn't there. But I can tell you, between 2015-2016 when kpop gradually started to become very big, EXO for a time were bringing in more people to kpop than A Particularly Famous Group in the West I Have No Interest in Naming Because I Don't Want Their Fucking Fans Derailing My Post With Unrelated Discourse While I'm Not Even Talking About Them. Just believe me there was a time when EXO were way more popular in the west than Said Band I Decline to Specify, the eclipse that happened was gradual, and to my understanding EXO continued to be the biggest thing in Asia despite that another one eventually cracked America more and I'm not denying that they did. Point is, EXO coming first was important to all of that, because I and several others wouldnt have heard of the one kpop group if EXO didnt get us all into kpop first from 2013-15/16.

That all said now, this was all very much not how I'd wanted EXO to actually end. This is crashing and burning. Much like TVXQ, EXO is not going to be able to have a reunion after this, because they'll never receive SM's blessing to work together. I mean, EXO-M never would. 12 member EXO hardly lasted for two years though and their prime was very new when people started leaving, so to be honest, I don't know if the kids getting into EXO in the 2020s would really care to see Luhan, Tao, and Someone Sitting In Prison Whose Name I've Uttered More Than I'd Like To.

But in a similar vain, while DB5K originally split into two, JYJ are all off in different directions now. Yoochun was fired. Junsu left C-Jes and made his own label. Jaejoong did the same recently. Could you tell I listen TVXQ? But yeah, now that there are more than 3-4 people departed from EXO, they've got former members going in a lot of different directions. Someone already said it but I hope Xiumin follows Luhan back now. Back in my day Xiuhan were so cute.

Also, since I managed not to slip this into the post anywhere.... these guys have been showing up to work. Every damn day they've been showing up to work, that's another reason why it's so shocking. Chen dropped a song days ago and Baekhyun has been doing shows, posting dance practices, EXO have been appearing together for their 11th anniversary and supposed upcoming comeback. Whaaat a slap in the face. I support CBX 100% though and you should too.

#in this essay i will reveal i know too much about the history of sm ent #also i didnt state this but i think nct were more sj's successor than exo was #the premise of nct was a group w 40 members which as a concept breaks industry norms like sj did #but similarly while suju was meant to be a rotation group of members coming and going that failed #and so did nct's 40 members bc its own fans eventually boycotted the adding of more members which sj did too #thats my last hot take of the post i promise #sorry for the lack of a read more break but i didnt study kpop boy bands as a teen for my work to be overlooked at a time like this #exo #sm #chen #baekhyun #xiumin #kim jongdae #byun baekhyun #kim minseok #exo cbx #shut up kaily #ps i dont want exo to promote as 5 it would suck

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