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aceri1485 · 5 months

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Fired

Xiumin x reader

key words: backstage, concert, stage hand, smut (18+, read at own risk — consensual, oral, penetration, some dom/sub, unprotected), fluff (does this count as fluff?), slow burn

authors note: (1) this is purely fiction, please don’t be delusional and no I don’t think this would ever happen irl (2) protagonist (ie. the reader) gender is ambiguous on purpose, I want anyone to be able to read this and enjoy (3) I wrote this at 3am please don’t judge me too harshly

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After seeing them perform live for the 7th time in a row, you finally concluded that it would never get old. After the euphoria of the first concert, you had worried that it would get monotonous - watching the same songs, the flashing lights, the screaming fans, same videos, costumes, jokes, sentiments, and on and on… but it was magic every time.

Maybe it was because the concerts were spaced out and in different arenas, making the experience feel fresh with some time between and new scenery. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from touring for a month straight.

Or maybe it was because you had a different job at each concert, so you could enjoy it from different angles; your first night, you were on selling merch at a booth and got to watch the concert in the nosebleed section; the second night you were on water bottle duty and watched from literally right below the front of the stage, cracking open water bottles to hand up to the men between sections; the third night, you were helping in wardrobe, backstage with extra shoes, outfit changes and hairspray at the ready to hand to the stylists; the fourth and fifth night you were back on merchandise sales, but in different sections of the arena; the sixth night you assisted one of the photographers, handing them different lenses and running to get them water, sprinting around the entire arena and backstage the whole night; and finally, tonight - tonight, you are on water bottle duty but backstage, not out in front of the stage.

“Hey - are you alright?” Sam asks, touching your shoulder gently, “You spaced out there for a minute.”

“Oh,” you startle slightly, turning to Sam with a smile, feeling your cheeks and the ends of your ears get warm “Sorry! I guess I was lost in thought! Were you saying something?”

Sam covers the end of the mouthpiece to the headset that is so crucial to the role of stage manager and leans in close to your ear so you can hear over the music, “I said they’ll be coming off stage soon, can you go grab a new pack of water bottles from the fridge?”

“Yes, I’ll go!” you give Sam a thumbs up to indicate you heard and turn to dash down the hallway away from the stage.

“WAIT!” you hear and turn back to see Sam holding out a radio “Take this!”

You hesitate only a minute - usually only the senior staff members have a radio on them - but the song changes and you realize you don’t have much more time left. With a bright smile and another thumbs up, you grab the radio and run down the hall.

Sam had spoken to you that afternoon, saying that the team was impressed with your work ethic and clear excitement to be involved. You hadn’t thought about if you wanted this to be a permanent position past this tour. The short term contract for a stage hand had looked like a fun opportunity and good experience, but you hadn’t considered turning it into a career, leaving behind the corporate grind for a different kind - a more fulfilling kind - of stress.. until Sam’s compliments earlier today.

Now, you clip the radio to the waistband of your jeans, this small show of confidence from Sam making pride blossom in your chest and a smile form on your face in a way no compliment from your old boss ever had.

Good god, why is the green room so far away from the stage? you think, a little embarrassed by your shortness of breath and the sweat forming on your brow as you enter the communal waiting area, startling another staff member on break enjoying some coffee. You give them a smile and a little wave, beelining straight for the fridge.

Pack of water bottles now in hand, you hear the song change again and swear lightly under your breath.

“Need that water ASAP please!” Sam’s voice crackles over your radio.

Balancing the water on one arm, you radio back “On the way, boss!”

Other voices chime in, “wait, who’s voice was that?” “Oh hoo big shot now with a walkie?” “Ah they grow up so fast!” the team teases you. You laugh, but regret it as a stitch in your side forms from running back to the stage with the pack of water bottles.

That’s it, you think to yourself, No more skipping cardio day at the gym.. or skipping the gym altogether!

You make it back to Sam just as the song ends, setting the pack down on a little table and ripping it open. Laughing at your flushed face, Sam helps you open the pack and hands you the first bottle.

You smile even broader, mouthing THANK YOU at Sam - the screaming from the crowd now too loud to be heard over - and hold the cool bottle against the back of your neck. Turning your attention to the stage, you see the dancers bounding over to you, adrenaline mixed with joy and an almost manic energy reverberating off of them onto the rest of the staff backstage.

They each say a quick “thank you” as they take a water bottle from you before running off to their next positions or to wardrobe. You take care to smile at each of them, praise them and encourage them as you pass them a water bottle. You know they probably can’t hear you over the noise and their own buzz of excitement, but you do it anyway.

Once the last dancer has grabbed their water, you crack open your own water bottle and look to the stage to see them.

The 9 men you were all there to support. The 9 men that sold out this and the 6 venues you had been to before this. The 9 men whom were the recipients of all the screaming, all the love from strangers who filled the arena. The 9 men who set the standard for their industry and the example for their juniors. The 9 men who, while they’re dancers were off stage recovering, changing into new outfits and retying their shoelaces, were still on stage, talking to the captivated audience.

Immediately, though, your eyes are drawn to him.

Him, who’s name was screamed by thousands at every show, but always acted humbled and almost embarrassed by the attention. Him, who somehow managed to say everything he needed to in very few words, letting the other members talk as much as they wanted. Him, who was clearly respected and adored by his members, the staff and fans alike.

Him, who locked eyes with you on your second night as you handed a water bottle up to the stage and squinted curiously, his fingers brushing yours and sending an electric spark down your arm. Him, who saw you after your third show backstage and came over to say hi, saying he had been expecting you to hand him water that night, who said hello to you at your fifth show and introduced you to the other members, even remembering your name, and who, at your sixth show, blushed furiously for some reason when you complimented a pose he did for the photographer you assisted.

Him. Xiumin. Him, who you couldn’t get off your fucking mind.

Him, standing on stage now in suit pants and suit jacket with no shirt underneath, sweat running down his face and chest, holding a water bottle to the back of his neck just like you had done a few minutes prior, but much more warranted given the amount of work he had just done.

Almost as if he can sense your eyes drilling holes into him as you memorize every little detail, Xiumin turns to look backstage. You swear he looks right at you and smiles, but then you realize the members are thanking the stage crew - and anyways, it’s much too dark back here for him to have singled you out. It doesn’t stop you from smiling back, nor can you bring yourself to look away.

Instead, barely blinking, you take a big drink of water. On stage, you see Xiumin swallow hard and turn his attention back to the crowd.

Just then, someone over the radio asks for some towels - a water bottle was spilled by the makeup station and if it doesn’t get cleaned up quickly you’ll have an angry makeup artist and a disgruntled manager to deal with - and you radio back quickly, turning from the stage to run to the dressing rooms.

You run away, missing Xiumin’s not-so-covert glance backstage again, his brows furrowing as he squints into the darkness, not seeing what he is looking for while he moves to the next stage position and the next song starts.

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“Right, everyone, well done tonight!” Sam yells, waving at the stage crew to get everyone’s attention, “Well done, well done! Round of applause for yourselves and your hard work!”

The stage crew all clap, and some of the more rowdy lightning technicians start cheering. The good energy is contagious, despite how exaughsted everyone is.

You stifle a yawn that threatens to break your smile as you clap along with the team. It’s nearly 1am; the fans have all cleared out ages ago, but the stage crew has just finished resetting the stage for tomorrow night - No, later tonight you correct yourself drowsily.

This is the first time since you started that you didn’t need to pack up the stage completely to move to a new location.

“All technicians, you’re free to go! Go get some rest, because I expect you back here by 1pm!” Sam says once the applause dies out, “Stage hands and assistants, check in with your assigned leaders or managers before you go - there are still a few things that need to be wrapped up. Understood?”

A unified “yes boss!” is the response, much less energetic than the applause before.

The team breaks into their different departments and groups, and you head over to where Sam is waiting with a few other stage hands. Sam quickly gives the others their assignments, sending them to make sure various sections are reset and ready for the next day, checking inventory, tidying up, etcetera.

You wait patiently, watching the time creep past 1am, getting the sense that Sam is leaving you for last on purpose. You surprise yourself, being able to exercise patience when you’ve been awake for close to 18 hours straight.

Finally, the others have dispersed, and Sam turns to you. “Well done again tonight,” Sam smiles, “How are you feeling?”

You smile back, hoping your weariness isn’t showing too badly, “I feel great! I know there were some hiccups here and there, but it was really satisfying to know that nothing that happened backstage affected the quality of the show.”

Sam laughs “Oh god, how are you forming complete thoughts right now? I’m too tired for this!” Sam gives you a light shove, “hey, if you keep talking like that I might just have to properly promote you - are you coming after my job?”

Both of you laughing, Sam throws an arm over your shoulder and starts leading you down the hallway to the dressing rooms and the green room.

“How would you feel about a little more responsibility tomorrow night?” Sam asks while you walk.

“Hmm..” you pretend to think about it deeply, “it depends - would I still have to see you?”

“Hey” Sam says back in mock astonishment “am I really that ugly?” You’re both laughing as you pass the green room to stand outside the members dressing rooms.

“I was hoping to put you on the members main team, instead of general or standby” Sam continues, “meaning you’ll attend to the members specific needs or requests instead of random tasks.”

You hesitate, “Isn’t that usually the assistants or their managers job?”

“Yes, they help too!” Sam explains, “You would be joining that smaller team instead of being placed wherever we need extra hands for the night. Mainly, I need someone to be the go between from myself, the managers and the members.”

Seeing you still hesitating, Sam says “Why don’t we try it for right now, and if you’re uncomfortable we’ll go back to how it was?” Sam suggests, “The members are still here, getting their makeup removed and wardrobes reset for tomorrow night.”

You take a deep breath and think, your eyebrows scrunching together. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were genuinely considering trying to join the team permanently. This little change could be the ticket to doing so.. or, if you screwed up, could mean getting fired immidiately.

But it was worth the risk.

After another deep breath, you straighten your shoulders and look at Sam. “Let’s do it!”

Sam breaks into a smile, “Great! Let’s introduce you then!” and knocks on the door to the dressing room you are standing in front of.

A voice calls “Come in!” from inside, and you both step through the door to see two of the members, Chen and Sehun, just on the other side ready to leave. You and Sam quickly excuse yourselves and step out of the way. Sam briefly stops the manager accompanying them to introduce you, then you both wish them all a goodnight and send them off.

Just before they walk away, Chen’s face brightens and he asks if you are the staff member who Xiumin had introduced to them a couple shows ago. Flattered that he remembered you, you say yes.

Sehun, who was looking at his phone, looks up with interest suddenly, a boyish smile on his face. He nudged Chen, speaking to him while still looking at you, “hey, is Xiumin coming with us now?”

You and Sam say goodnight again, closing the door of the dressing room, and you don’t catch Chen’s answer.

Turning to see the rest of the room, you see the man in question, Xiumin, sitting in front of a makeup desk rubbing his face with a towel. A makeup artist beside him points to a bit of eye makeup that he missed, and Xiumin leans closer to the mirror to see better.

Sam is introducing you to another manager sitting on a couch in the room, so you don’t see Xiumin freeze as he catches sight of you in the mirror, but you do hear the makeup artist ask if he is okay.

“Oh,” Xiumin clears his throat, “yes, I’m okay”

While he finishes wiping away the bit of missed makeup, Sam introduces you to the makeup artist. You very purposefully do not look at Xiumin, feeling self conscious about your reflection being visible in the same mirror as his.

Sam goes to introduce the two of you, but Xiumin interrupts “how have you been?”

Sam’s eyes widen “Ahh you’ve met already?”

“Very briefly!” you explain, “We met in the hallway at one of the previous shows.”

You finally look at Xiumin to see him turned fully away from the mirror and looking straight at you.

“How are you?” You ask politely, trying to stop your heart from jumping out of your chest and looking anywhere but his eyes oh god his eyes why is he looking at you with those eyes?!

Xiumin smiles politely back, “I’m doing well! I’m glad you’ll be joining our team. Good luck - I hope you aren’t intimidated by us.” He then turns his attention back to the makeup artist, and they continue their conversation, discussing what skincare products he should use before going to bed.

Sam guides you out of the room and across the hall to the other dressing room, making more introductions as you pass various team members. You learn that Lay, Chanyeol, and D.O. left for the hotel already, but say hello to Suho, also removing his makeup. Kai is absorbed with something on his phone, sitting on the couch. You hear the private shower in the room running and the manager explains Baekhyun is in it.

“Oh gosh, we’ll step out then!” Sam says, “We could have waited outside!”

“Ah don’t worry!” the manager laughs “The bathroom door locks, he’s fine”

Just at that moment, the shower stops, and you hear the door open a crack.

A hand slips out the door, “hey” Baekhyun calls to the manager, “can you hand me a towel?”

“Doesn’t look like there are any here,” the manager says, checking the cupboard beside the bathroom door, “Are there none in there with you?”

You gasp, and everyone turns to look at you, and you feel your cheeks and ears warm again. You just remembered this was the room you took the towels from to clean up the spilled water from earlier, and you never found replacements.

“That’s my bad..” you say, briefly explaining that you had taken the towels earlier, “I will go grab one from the other room, give me just a minute!”

You dash across the hall, quickly noting that the shower in that room is now running as well, the makeup artist and manager now gone, and grab a spare towel from the cupboard outside the bathroom door. You feel the cupboard door catch on your jeans, but pull away without looking, quickly crossing the hall back to the other room.

You hand the towel to the manager, who knocks and hands it into the bathroom for Baekhyun, who has apparently discovered the shower has wonderful acoustic properties and is singing (shouting?) at the top of his lungs.

While Suho yells back at him to stop yelling to save his voice and also to hurry up, you and the manager chat a bit more.

“Did Sam get called away?” You ask, glancing around.

“Yes, didn’t you hear on your radio?” The manager replied “one of the other stage hands needed help.”

“No, I didn’t..” you reach for your radio clipped to your waistband to make sure the volume is turned up, your hands freezing as you realize the radio is not there.

The sensation of the cupboard door snagging on your jeans when you ran into the other dressing room comes back to you and you politely excuse yourself to go search for your radio.

Knocking softly, you enter the room after you hear someone yell back “Come in!”, and you turn to close the door softly behind you.

“I’m almost ready to go, I just need to get my-“ you hear from behind you, but the words drift off, the sentence incomplete.

Turning to face the room, you take in very little from your surroundings but two facts stick out to you.

1. the only other person in the room with you is Xiumin

2. Xiumin is only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist

“Oh fuck” you say, immediately clamping a hand over your eyes, the other hand reaching for the door handle behind you, “I’m SO sorry, I’ll just-“

“Wait” Xiumin says, almost a whisper.

You freeze, too in shock to realize how ridiculous you must look, one hand covering your eyes, your other arms stretch out behind you, tensed, your knees bent like you just landed a small jump.

You feel him approach more than you hear him, feel the heat coming off his body as he stops beside you. More aware of yourself, you straighten up, but keep your hand over your eyes. A soft click tells you the door has been locked behind you.

Oh I’m so so fucked. He’s probably so mad, you think to yourself, so much for this opportunity, I’m so fucking fired now!

For what feels like an eternity, neither of you speak. You resist the urge to peak out from between your fingers, waiting for him to make the first move. The heat beside you doesn’t leave; he is still standing right beside you.

You feel him move, then, circling behind you and to your other side.

Finally, he speaks, under his breath so you barely catch it “you follow directions really well..”

Your breath hitches and you can’t stop goose bumps from breaking out all over your arms. You hear him laugh, but it’s deeper than you remember hearing him laugh on stage, comes from lower in his chest than normal, more of a chuckle than an outburst of joy.

You feel the heat from beside you subside as he takes a step back, hear his sharp intake of breath.

“I..” you hear him hesitate, and he pauses for a few seconds before continuing, “I don’t mean to keep you here. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. You can go if you like.”

You hear him move to the far side of the room, and a sudden boldness surges though you, maybe triggered by the goose bumps fading from your skin, maybe the relief of realizing you weren’t going to be fired, not right then anyways. Maybe you were going crazy from being awake for so long.

Or maybe.. maybe the memory of him on stage earlier, the sweat running down his chest, over his collarbone, his pants tight in all the right places, his face turned backstage.. maybe you had been thinking about that all night, damnit.

“And what if I want to stay?” you blurt out, hand still covering your eyes. Your other hand curls into a fist with anxiety as again you feel, rather than hear, him freeze on the other side of the room.

A whole minute passes - or at least 60 heartbeats pass, because all you can do while you stay rooted in place is count your heart beats and wait for him to say something - before you feel him move closer to you again.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice quiet and deep, and coming from much nearer to you than you realized, “I want.. I want you, I want this, but I can’t ask you to stay, it’s-“

“What if I want it to?” you say, your voice also low, his words fanning the spark that had already started in your stomach, emboldening you in a way you never knew possible.

He hesitates again before replying, “what if you regret it?”

“Will I regret it?” you ask, almost holding your breath to hear his reply.

“… No.”

Another pause.

“Lower your hand but keep your eyes closed.”

You do as he says, feeling him step even closer , the warmth from beside you now directly infront of you, closer than within arms reach. Your willpower and patience surprise you for the second time that night, in a startlingly different situation than the last time,

The crackle of your radio on the floor beside the cupboard makes you both nearly jump out of your skin. Your hand flies to your chest over your heart and you gasp, but somehow you keep your eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh shit-“ Xiumin says, and you hear him go retrieve the radio “-is someone looking for you?” You feel him gently take your hand from your chest and set the radio in it.

It crackles again, and you hear Sam say “Have a good night everyone! See you by 1pm!” Others sound off, “Have a good night!” “See you tomorrow!” and you chime in with a quick “Goodnight!” not trusting your voice to stay steady long enough to say more.

“That reminds me..” Xiumin mumbles, and you hear him rustling around for a few seconds.

“Right” he says, and you feel him coming closer to you again, “my manager has been texted, your supervisor has let you go for the night, everyone else is leaving or gone..”

He takes the radio from your hand gently, his fingers leaving a burning sensation on your skin. Your heartrate has slowed from the scare of the radio going off, but it immediately speeds back up at his touch.

He is close to you again, his warmth making you shiver, goose bumps reappearing. He chuckles again, soft and deep, and the fire in your stomach roars.

“Can I touch you?” he nearly whispers and you shiver even more.

“Yes.”

The word barely falls from your lips before his fingers brush up your arm to your shoulder and trace along your collar bone for a moment. Then his hand is on the side of your neck, his thumb turning your chin from one side to the other, gentle and light as though he was examining a piece of pottery. His thumb brushes over your lips and your eyelids flutter - you so desperately want to look, want to see his expression, finally look into his eyes.

His hand finally rests cupping your face and his other comes to match it on the other side. You feel him step even closer, the heat radiating off of him can’t be more than an inch away.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, and the air from his words lands straight onto your lips.

In reply, you lean forward and close the gap between you, eyes still closed, hands clenched at your sides.

The warmth is intoxicating, and the kiss deepens, his hands roaming from the back of your neck to twist into your hair and down to your waist, then finally to pull your arms around him, giving you permission to touch him too. You gasp at the feeling of his bare skin, so hot to the touch, as your hands roam his back, feeling his muscles tense and soften as you touch them.

Your hands finally settle on his waist, just above where the towel, so resolute and intrusive, still solidly wraps around him. Now it’s Xiumin who shivers, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. You both breathe deeply, drunkenly, the fire in your stomach spreading to the rest of your body and warming you to match his heat.

Your eyes are still closed.

Suddenly, Xiumin tenses, you feel his back straighten. His hands disentangle from your hair and he tugs at the bottom of your shirt.

“Off.” he almost grunts, the whispered plea from before replaced with a command.

You don’t hesitate and your shirt lands on the floor, tossed aside without a thought. His hands are back almost immediately, exploring the newly available terrain. You try to breathe steadily, but he becomes amused with the way your breath hitches when one of his fingers brush over your nipples and breathing suddenly becomes a task which requires concentration.

You trace your hands up his abs and chest until you find his face, then step closer to him and guide his lips back to yours. Now your hands tangle into his hair, still damp from the shower, and his trail down your back, resting on your waist above your jeans, pinky fingers cheekily dipping below your waist and every now and again.

It sends shivers up your spine, despite the fire engulfing your whole body, and you gasp into the kiss “please.. I want..” his hand fully slips into your jeans to cup your ass, and a low gutteral sound escapes him.

“What.. do you want?” He asks between kisses.

“I want.. I want to look at you.” You manage to break the kiss, again resting your foreheads together.

A full gasp escapes Xiumin, “You’ve kept your eyes closed this whole time?!” He pulls back from you, keeping his hands around your waist, and laughs.

You blink your eyes open slowly, the image of a god appearing before you. Dark hair touseled, lips pink and slightly swollen, cheeks flushed, and those can’t be your hands balancing delicately on those chiseled pecs, can they?

And his eyes. Stormy, hungry, and.. and looking at you, looking into your eyes, studying you the way your studying them.

“I thought you must have been peaking” Xiumin says, voice low again, “I - I didn’t realize how… obedient you were being, I’m sorry.”

His words make you blush, heat spreading across your cheeks and the tips of your ears, and you drop your gaze down. This doesn’t help with your blush, as now you’re looking at his lower abs, a trail of hair leading down to where your bodies are pressed together, the skin still hidden but heat - god, the heat - of you both building between you.

Xiumin’s hand comes up from your waist to tilt your chin up to look at him. You meet his eyes once again, still stormy but where there was hunger before now there is starvation. He takes a step back from you letting his hands fall.

Seeing you still rooted to the same spot, he smiles - no, smirks - and continues walking backwards, not breaking eye contact. There is no breeze, but his absence makes you shiver and once more goose bumps form, now over your whole exposed chest. He continues to backup until he hits the couch and he sits down slowly.

Xiumin’s eyes finally leave yours to travel down your body and back up, making you feel like someone had slipped an ice cube from your chin down one leg and back up the other side until his gaze locks with yours again. His smirk is gone, his expression now just full of need.

“Off.” Xiumin says, barely lifting a finger to gesture at your jeans. You don’t hesitate again, pulling off not only your jeans but the remainder of your clothes. You are feeling vulnerable but also like anything left on your body was subject to catch fire at any moment.

When you finish and look up again, you find Xiumin leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, towel unwrapped but still draped across his lap. The starving look in his eyes spreads to the rest of his face while he looks at you.

You want to go to him, want to touch him, want, god, you want him, but you wait, wait for him to tell you, to command you. Standing there, biting your lip, your patience and control again surpassing what you thought you could do.

Then he leans back, and the towel is not hiding anything any longer. You can’t help but swallow hard, saliva suddenly filling your mouth, and clench your fists.

“Oh fuck” Xiumin gasps, eyes dropping from yours to your neck when you swallow, “Come here. Now.”

You almost trip over yourself in your haste, in your want, moving to stand infront of him, between his legs, and you bend over him to kiss him, self control crumbling with every second. As the kiss deepens, he moves to pull you onto his lap, but instead your knees buckle and you slip down to kneel on the floor infront of him.

He is still leaning forward, not willing to break the kiss yet, when your hands trace down his chest to his cock. You both gasp as your hand closes around him; him in an involuntary need for air, you in surprise at how hard he already is.

You pump him a few times, then make the decision to break the kiss, your want to be obedient being beaten out by the want to know how he tastes and the want to see him crumble in your hands.

One hand still pumping, you use the other to push Xiumin’s chest back into the couch. His one hand grips the arm of the couch and his other goes to your hair. Then you lower your head and take his tip into your mouth, keeping eye contact as best you can.

You bob your head, swirling your tongue over his tip in rhythm. Xiumin’s hand grips the couch, his knuckles white, and his eyes are wide, still staring into yours, his lips falling open and his breathing suddenly much heavier.

Your name slips from his mouth, mixed with various swears as you continue, until -

“FUCK-“ his hips buck and you gag, stopping to take a deep breath in. Xiumin’s hand releases the couch arm, leaving little indents where his nails had dug in, and he cups your chin again, leaning forward to kiss you long and hard.

“Your turn” a new command, not a question or offer, and before you can react your places are swapped. Seeing him, rock hard, muscular shoulders tensed, barely in control of himself but kneeling so intently, so desperately and submissively infront of you is almost enough to make you come undone already.

It takes everything in you not to scream when he starts with his tongue. Now it’s your hand on the couch arm, the other tangled in his hair. His name and curses falling from your lips. He uses both his hands to press your hips down into the couch, and you squirm against him, into his touch and away from it at the same time.

“I.. I’m close” you breathe out, and Xiumin’s eyes flick up to meet your gaze. You almost come undone right there, but he pulls away from you, grabbing your hand to have you stand with him.

“Do you trust me?” Xiumin asks, not commanding, not a whisper. Just a sincere question, though in a voice so deep you swear you feel it rather than hear it.

His hand is holding yours still from having you stand, and the other is on your waist, stealing you. His cock, practically quivering between you two, is wet at the tip, a question of its own waiting for your reply. The heat, now shared between you both evenly, flickers across your bodies impatiently.

“Yes.” No more pauses, no more hesitation.

Xiumin pulls you flush against him, guiding your arms up and around his neck. Then he bends and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and walks a few feet until your back is against a wall.

You shake from anticipation now, no more goosebumps, and find yourself biting his perfect collar bone while he walks, sucking and nibbling. Your name falls from his mouth, a swear word of its own now.

Now braced against the wall, you look into his eyes as he lowers you down onto him. With every inch, the starvation dissapears but the storm rages harder. You clutch onto his shoulders, and arch your back towards the wall as he takes you, mouth open but unable to make a sound.

Until he moves.

The screams you held back before come out now, involuntarily, taking the shape of “Xiumin” over and over again.

You both hold on and ride the storm together, as he bounces you up and down, up and down, over and over, landing harder each time. You hear the sound of your skin against the wall, broken up by the sound of your skin on Xiumin’s skin and your names - the worst swear words known to man - tumbling out between you.

At some point you both slip down to the floor, but you don’t remember how it happened that you were on top of him now. You slow the pace, rollling your hips instead of bouncing, and watch as Xiumin’s eyes roll back, his eyelids closing.

On a whim, you cover his eyes with your hand. His breath catches in his throat with each roll of your hips. Goose bumps break out on his arms and chest.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear “Keep your eyes closed.”

He can only nod in reply, mouth clenched, a deep groan coming from his chest,

You remove your hand, smirking as you see he followed your order, and pick up the pace to return to your previous rhythm, fast and hard. Xiumin’s hands go to your hips, guiding you, helping you.

1, 2, 3 more times you land before you cum with no warning, with not a scream but a growl of “Xiumin”, clenching around his cock, back arched and eyes closed. You roll your hips, riding it out, eyes open again to see that he was peaking, looking at you in awe.

As soon as your eyes meet, he too comes completely undone, holding you still while he thrusts up. You brace yourself against his shoulders, collapsing down onto his chest as he cums inside you.

With a grunt, he pulls out of you and you roll onto your side on the floor beside him. It’s the first time you notice that the ground is cold, the heat from the two of you slowly, very slowly dispelling.

Xiumin pulls you toward him, pushing a leg between both of yours, hand on your waist and the other arm under your head. Neither of you willing to move yet, or to break the silence.

It isn’t until you shiver again, this time genuinely from the chill, which is creeping into you from the floor, that either of you stir. As you emerge from your drunken bliss, the first thing you realize is that you’re still.. sticky. And the second is that you are going to be very.. very sore in a few hours time.

Well.. another reason to go to the gym more, you think to yourself, sure that your stamina tonight was all adrenaline.

Xiumin gets up and grabs the towel, abandoned near the couch, kneeling down to wrap it around your shoulders. Without saying a word, he kisses you on the forehead, then gets up and turns on the shower.

When you see steam escaping the bathroom, you struggle to your feet and walk in to see Xiumin waiting for you.

“You go first” he says, offering a hand to help you step into the shower. Another command, but not as forceful as before.

You accept his hand and step into the shower, but when he turns to go and give you some privacy, you grip his hand even tighter.

“Stay..” you say, and pull him into the shower with you. His eyes meet yours again, and it’s like he is in a trance, pulled in by some strange gravity that now connects you two.

You help each other wash, gently, somehow shy with each other despite what you just did. You watch a bead of water trace down Xiumin’s neck and chest, thinking again of him on stage, sweat running down his collarbone..

His collarbone, which now has an odd bruise? You brush you finger across it and he winces, then you both look at it together, suddenly realizing what it is.

His eyes widen in surprise, “I didn’t think you had actually left a mark!”

“Oh god I’m so sorry!” You bring your hands up cover your face, mortified, “I had no idea I had done that either!”

But when Xiumin starts laughing, you can’t help it this time but to peak out between your fingers to see his face. He looks completely relaxed, his laugh making him look impossibly even younger than he already looks.

Confused, you lower your hands, “won’t you.. get in trouble?” You ask, “what if someone sees it on stage?”

Seeing that you are genuinely concerned, he suppresses his laughter to reply “Do you think we’ve never had to ask the makeup team to cover anything like this up before?” His eyes sparkle, “Though, it will be my first time asking… but the others have all had to at some point.”

You laugh tentatively, and seeing his smile grow at the sound, laugh again, releasing the little bit of worry you had built up.

“We’re human, after all” Xiumin says, pulling you closer so you are both under the water, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you close, “we… I need love, connection.”

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze in response.

After a minute or so of holding him close, you go to pull away, ready to step out of the shower, when he freezes and pulls you back to him.

“What’s..” the question dies on your lips as you feel exactly what is wrong, thick and strong, and somehow hard again, between you two.

“Just.. um.. give me a minute” Xiumin mumbles into your shoulder, and you see that the tips of his ears are pink.

I guess even when you quench a fire.. the coals can be reignited pretty easily you think, smiling to yourself as the now familiar, tantalizing warmth grows between you two again.

END

(… unless? PART TWO HERE)

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𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 / 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

in a world where guardians remained concealed from human eyes, minseok found himself at the heart of a cosmic shift when you, a reluctant demon, were forced to follow the new rules of the astral realm, which led to you coming in direct contact with your human. but, you weren't the only one with powers; minseok had somehow managed to chip away at your icy demeanour with ease.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: guardian au, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7.6k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: alcohol consumption, kissing, minor mentions of death

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: teen

BEFORE ANYONE COMES AT MY HEAD i originally wrote this last year as a secret santa gift but i deleted my account so i'm slowly reposting all my old stories. if you've read it before and it seems a little bit different, it's because i rewrote it to fit my current writing style, but the story ends exactly the same as it did before. if this is your first time reading it, hiiiii i hope you like it <3

Minseok’s eyes stirred beneath his eyelids, the gentle caress of the morning sun coaxing him awake. As much as he tried to cling to the remnants of sleep, he just couldn’t fight it off much longer. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself gazing at the ceiling, his voice a mumbled whisper, oblivious to the presence in the room.

Since midnight, you’d been silently watching him, waiting for the moment he woke up so you could step out of the shadows and introduce yourself. It was a new rule imposed by the astral realm, an attempt to strengthen the bond between humanity and astral beings. However, you preferred the old way – the anonymity of helping from the background. The new rule didn’t entirely change that, so you begrudgingly accepted it.

Slowly, you channelled your energy into materialising before him. As expected, his mouth opened in a silent scream, terror etched across his face. You sighed; humans were so predictable.

“Sorry, I just hate unnecessary noise. I hope you understand,” you said, your insincerity thinly veiled.

“Who the hell are you? Are you doing this?” he mouthed, his voice still imprisoned, yet the terror and slight anger were very much felt by you.

“Your guardian demon, and yes,” you responded. Simultaneously, you unleashed enough energy to make your eyes glow, further evidence that you weren’t just an intruder who broke into his home. “And no, I’m not from hell,” you added, already foreseeing the inevitable question.

You restored his voice, observing as the panic in his eyes gradually shifted into confusion. A million questions brewed within him, and despite your eagerness to leave, you were open to answering a few of them.

“Are you sure you don’t mean angel? Guardian angel?” he asked cautiously.

You might have taken offence to his question had it not been for the familiarity of it all. Humans, you learned, instinctively recoiled at the mere mention of the word ‘demon,’ their minds clouded by preconceived notions. Still, you hoped for just one person to recognise the ‘guardian; aspect of your title.

“If I meant angel, I would’ve said it,” you responded dryly. “There’s a shortage of active guardian angels. Most of them retired because they can’t handle the burden of constant moral purity. It takes a saint to secure an angel these days, but I’d say you’re very close to it.”

Your knowledge was meticulous; you had been presented with a biography of sorts, outlining the key facet’s about your human’s existence. His biggest offence appeared to be his casual alcohol consumption, which you didn’t think was a major issue; just stupidity. Regardless, whether you were an angel or demon, your goal was clear – protect him. How you went about it, however, differed from the angelic approach.

His brows arched, a flurry of questions battling in his mind. Though, you couldn’t peer into his thoughts, you knew exactly what question he wanted to know the answer to most of all: ‘What the hell is happening?’

But, you wouldn’t answer it, because it was take too long to explain why humans were so self-destructive that they couldn’t navigate existence alone, and why astral beings, like ethereal lifeguards, were compelled to rescue them from their own abyss of recklessness. It was all too intricate to unravel in a few minutes.

“This is… so overwhelming,” he murmured.

“You’ll get used to it,” you assured him. “You won’t be seeing much of me anyway,” you mentioned, thought you purposely left out that only he wouldn’t be able to see you, and that you’d be with him every second of every day. You’d learned to keep that detail to yourself after seeing how unsettled your last human became at the thought of being constantly monitored.

“When can I see you?” he asked.

“Fascinating,” you hummed. “Just a moment ago, you were terrified. Now you want to know when you can see me.”

A blush tinted his cheeks, his words stumbling as he tried to clear up the misunderstanding. “N-No, it’s just… curiosity, that’s all. I’m not trying to— I mean, you’re very pre—”

“Calm down; I’m joking,” you interrupted, shaking your head. Humans were so easily flustered; it was almost comical. “You’ll see me if I decide to use enough energy to show up.”

“Ah, alright,” he nodded. “Can anyone else see you, or is it just me?”

“Just you,” you confirmed. While you could, theoretically, reveal yourself to everyone, it would take a significant toll on your energy, and you would only be visible for a fleeting moment. “I assume you don’t have any more questions, right?”

“Well, actually—”

“Great, then I’ll leave. I use so much energy to be here, and I appreciate your consideration in saving your questions for later. Goodbye!”

With that, you vanished, at least to his perception. You watched him cycle through a spectrum of emotions, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened before he finally abandoned his questions and rolled out of bed.

Minseok led an uneventful existence, something that worked well for you. One of your past humans had perpetually kept you on edge, courting danger with every reckless choice. Minseok, however, gave you the opportunity to do nothing but observe – his meticulous cleaning, cooking, his commitment to physical fitness, and his occasional meetings with his friends.

It was only two weeks later that you found yourself anxiously monitoring him as he walked around his friend’s house, where you watched him consume drink after drink, almost robotically. As the night went on, their recklessness escalated, and your heart plummeted on multiple occasions, fearing that you would have to intervene. But, Minseok managed to stop himself from going too far each time. Still, every movement sent anxiety coursing through your veins.

Yet, somehow, you managed to find endearment in his drunken laughter.

His giggles had a melodic quality, a contagious joy that infected everyone around him; even you. Despite your unease, you couldn’t help but smile whenever he did, regardless of how unfunny the joke was. There was something irresistible about his sparkling eyes and infectious laughter that tugged at your heart.

However, by the time he got home, all his laughter turned into groans as the consequences of his excessive drinking took root. He collapsed onto his bed, silently begging his vision to stabilise, each deep breath a defence against the impending nausea. All you could do was shake your head.

“Put me out of my misery,” he pleaded, and you sensed that it was directed at you.

So, you showed up at the foot of his bed, heaving a disapproving sigh. “I can’t help you. You knew what would happen if you drank as much as you did. This isn’t your first time, and it definitely won’t be your last.”

“It will,” he asserted, covering his face before groaning into his palms. “I swear, I’m never drinking again,” he vowed, though even he understood the hollowness of his promise.

“Minseok,” you sighed. “Let’s be realistic.”

An unusual silence settled between you, Minseok removing his hands from his face, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as a faint smile danced on his lips. “You called my name,” he said softly.

You narrowed your eyes, your glare directed at him. “I did. So?”

“I… don’t know,” he sighed. “I just realised that I don’t know your name. Do you even have a name?”

“My name isn’t important,” you replied. “I’m here solely to protect you.”

“That’s not fair; you know my name,” he protested, lips forming a pout. You couldn’t suppress a faint twitch at the corners of your lips, which quickly dissipated as if it were a muscle spasm.

“If I had a choice, I wouldn’t bother learning it.”

“You’re lying,” he said, a smile gracing his lips. “It’s cute when you do that.”

A strange sensation tugged at you, a knot unravelling deep within your chest. You took in two deep breaths, attempting to banish the feeling before you spoke again. Your voice, usually brimming with confidence, faltered.

“You can’t even see me,” you said, your words bearing a vulnerability your hardly showed. “Just… lie on your side,” you instructed.

“Why? Is it because you want me to look at you?” he asked.

“No, you absolute idiot,” you retorted, a hint of exasperation in your voice. “I’m on even at the side of the bed. It’s because you drank a lot, and you’re going to feel even more nauseous within the next thirty minutes. Now lie on your side before I do it for you. And I promise, you won’t like it if I have to move you.”

He let out a thoughtful hum and complied, shifting to his side, exhaling audibly. For a moment, it seemed like he had fallen asleep, but then he stirred and you heard his voice again.

“I have a question.”

“An endless amount, I assume,” you sighed. “What is it?”

“Were you born a demon? If not, why did you choose to be a demon? What's the difference between and angel and a demon? Oh—”

“I’m shocked you have the energy to ask so many questions considering your stomach is fighting a war right now,” you remarked.

“Talking distracts me,” he explained, punctuated by a deep inhale.

You rolled your eyes, and though you outwardly expressed annoyance, you couldn’t help but admire his persistence despite the fact that he was still afraid of you. However, you also expected his newfound bravery would fade once the alcohol did.

“Fine. I was born a demon, and there isn’t much of a difference between demons and angels physically; we only have different wings. Angels are generally always good, though, while demons can range from good to morally reprehensible,” you clarified.

“Where do you fall, then?” he asked.

Your position lied somewhere in between, though you were much closer to being good than you would have liked to admit. You still wanted him to fear you, so you opted for ambiguity, allowing the uncertainty to linger. “I’ll let you figure it out yourself,” you replied, moving to the side of the bed and sitting cross-legged to be at his eye level. You’d felt something a moment ago, and you had to look into his eyes for extra confirmation; he was feeling slightly better.

He blinked, a lopsided, tired smile forming on his lips. “I’ve been taught that all demons are evil and violent, but you’re really nice, I think,” he commented, his voice tinged with a hint of drowsiness. “Granted, this is only my second time talking to you, but I’ve been told I’m really good at reading people.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been nice to you at all,” you retorted, suppressing your own amusement. He was lucky that you had no intentions of killing him. “You just think that I’m pretty. That’s the only reason you want to believe I’m nice.”

“How do you know— Oh, wait,” he chuckled, realisation dawning. “I kinda said that the first time we met, didn’t I?”

You nodded. “Yes, you did.”

“Well, I do think you’re pretty,” he admitted. “And maybe I am blinded by how I look at you. I don’t know,” he mused. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

The air in the room thickened, your entire body reacting to his question with a sudden intensity you couldn’t fathom. You swallowed hard before responding with a stammer.

“Why do you want to know?” you asked, your voice faltering. “Does my opinion really matter?”

“I’m just curious,” he replied with a yawn. “You don’t have to answer, though. Not that I can force you, anyway.”

You sighed, realising there was no harm in answering him. “Yes, I do think you’re pretty,” you admitted, surprised at the pressure that seemed to swallow your entire being, despite the insignificance of the statement. “But that doesn’t change—”

“Really?” His voice pitched higher with excitement, his lips stretching into a broad smile. He then proceeded to turn his glee into a song, consisting of the lyrics ‘my demon thinks I’m pretty’ on a harmonious loop.

You rolled your eyes and stifled his voice for a second, just to remind him of what you were capable of. But, despite that, you couldn’t hold back the smile that came to your lips. He was such a peculiar human, but not necessarily in a bad way.

The only problem was that your chest would not calm down.

“Just go to sleep. You’re clearly tired.”

He pouted and hummed, just to make sure his voice was back. “Are you tired?”

Considering you’d been there for a while, you should have been. But, you had enough energy to last for centuries, though it wasn’t concerning enough for you to think about it for too long. “Worry about yourself,” you replied. “Good night, Minseok.”

Then you were gone.

He fell asleep shortly after you left, and you watched him sleep soundly throughout the night, while you were left with nothing but your thoughts. Namely, trying to figure out why Minseok stood out to you so much after one drunken interaction.

He was far from being the most outlandish human you’d ever come across, nor was he interesting. And yet, he made you… curious. Which didn’t happen often, because you’d spent so much time on earth, so much time around humans, that you’d already found the answers to most of your questions.

Before you knew it, sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting warm, patterned light on his face. He opened his eyes with a groan for only a second before he sat up with his eyes squeezed shut and his head in his hands, whispered curses tumbling past his lips.

All of this just to end up drinking again. You couldn’t help but sigh.

His splitting headache kept him sluggish for most of the day, unable to do much but eat light meals, take pain killers, and try his best to stay far away from bright lights. It was only when the sun began to set that he seemed to feel a little better. Though still not his usual self, he had garnered enough energy to make himself a proper meal.

You watched him comb through the cupboards and refrigerator until he finally decided on something and started gathering everything he needed while muttering something about needing to go grocery shopping soon.

He looked at all the ingredients laid out before him with his lips pursed and hands on his hips. “By the way, thanks for being there for me last night. I’m sorry if I said anything weird. I know it’s not an excuse, but I was drunk, and... I’m starting to feel a little insane here,” he sighed, shoulders falling. “I’m... talking to dead air, aren’t I? Can you even hear me?”

You could have easily ignored him, let him believe that he was talking to himself and move on, but for some reason, it didn’t feel right to do that. So, you appeared right next to him, causing him to leap halfway in the air.

“Why are you scared? You were talking to me, weren’t you?”

He clutched his chest, while his other hand held the counter to make up for his unreliable knees. “I was but... you can’t just show up like that! You could’ve warned me first,” he said, breathless.

You pursed your lips then shook your head. “I don’t think so. Scaring you is a lot more fun.”

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he stood up straight and cleared his throat. “Anyway, like I was saying, I can’t exactly remember much of what was said last night, but I do remember calling you pretty, and you calling me pretty…”

Your heart raced at the memory, but you managed to not let it show outwardly, responding with a casual shrug. “Yeah, I know. I was there.”

“Well… I’m sorry,” he apologized once again.

“For calling me pretty?”

“No! I mean, yes… but, I just thought I made you uncomfortable, you know? I do think you’re pretty, but…” He paused, then soughed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You just wanted me to call you pretty again.”

It wasn’t your intention; you just wanted to tease him a little, to make him scramble to find the right words so that you would spare his life. But hearing him call you pretty again…

“Nope. But, if you wanna say it again, I won’t stop you.”

He laughed again, this time deep from his chest, dramatically throwing his head back. “You’re really funny,” he whispered. “So, um… I’m about to cook dinner. Do you eat regular… well, um… human food? If so, you can stay if you want to.”

“Well, normally I don’t. Astral beings don’t have to eat,” you explained. “But, I do indulge in human food from time to time, so I guess I can have dinner with you.”

“Doesn’t it get boring? Not eating, I mean.”

“Kinda,” you shrugged. “That’s why I eat human food whenever I can. Though, we can’t eat every day; it makes us sluggish, and I kind of have to be on alert at all times to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“Oh,” he said with a small frown. “I was hoping we could do this again if it went well.”

“Why would you want to do that?” You cocked your head slightly to the side, raising an eyebrow. It was baffling that he wasn’t afraid of you, and instead of actively trying to keep you away, he was being friendly and welcoming. You hadn’t done anything to warrant him being so inviting, and while it was a nice surprise, it only left you with questions that you couldn’t immediately find an answer to.

The biggest one being, why did speaking to him make your chest feel like it held a fluttering bird?

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Is it weird?”

“Incredibly weird. Don’t I scare you?” You knew that you hadn’t done much for him to cower in fear, but the mere fact that you were a demon was usually enough for humans to express nothing but sheer terror. And yet here he was, inviting you to have dinner with him, and being disappointed that you couldn’t eat with him every day. Minseok was truly the strangest human you had ever come across.

“A little, yes,” he answered. “Not that you’re a monster or anything; it’s just—”

“Oh, I get it. You’re being nice to me so I won’t kill you.”

“I’ve thought about it, I can’t lie. And I can’t completely say that it’s not lingering somewhere in my mind. I’m not just being nice because I don’t want you to kill me; I’m being nice because you haven’t done anything to hurt me. Besides, you’re nice in your own way,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

“I just can’t understand you,” you mumbled as he turned away from you. “Anyway, um… I’ll come back when I feel like you’re done.”

“Alright,” he nodded. “I won’t be too long.”

He was true to his word, but you observed how he fretted over every detail, agonising over whether the onions and garlic had spend too much time in the frying pan, if he’d been too generous with the cheese, or if the salt had been overly abundant. He was quite stressed the entire time.

When he finally finished, he set two plates on the dining table and sat down, anxiously awaiting your arrival. And so you did, startling him once again as you took your seat directly across from him.

“I’m glad you came back. I was genuinely afraid that you wouldn’t,” he confessed with a nervous laugh, gesturing towards the pasta in front of you with a nod. “Please let me know what you think. I’m eager to hear your thoughts.”

You weren’t very picky; most human food was good to you, but you allowed him to sit at the edge of his seat, attempting unsuccessfully to appear nonchalant as he watched you take your first bite.

To your surprise, the meal was not just good; it was amazing. You raised your eyebrows and let out a contented hum. Then you watched as his shoulders relaxed a bit as he smiled down at his own food. “It’s really good. I’m genuinely surprised by how delicious it is.”

“Thank you,” he hummed. “I remember the last time I made this.”

You remembered as well. He made it for his friend, Kyungsoo, so he could critique it since he valued his culinary expertise. His response was that it lacked flavour, and although he was somewhat disappointed, it appeared that he’d taken the advice to heart.

Yet, you listened as if you knew nothing, as he recounted stories about his friends, his childhood, and events from just hours ago. His enthusiasm for sharing his life story with you was kind of endearing, and at some point, it began to feel like you were hearing them for the first time. You even found yourself asking questions that you already knew the answers too.

Both of you had finished your meal, but you remained seated and talked for nearly two hours, laughter filling the air. It felt like you’d only been there for a fleeting moment, even after eating human food. What was even more confusing was that you were actually looking forward to staying a bit longer.

“I’ve been talking about myself so much, but you haven’t told me anything about yourself,” he remarked. “So… tell me about yourself,” he said, now significantly more at ease than when you first showed up that evening.

“What would you like to know? And before you ask, I won’t tell you my name.”

“Damn,” he muttered. “Well, what did you do before becoming a guardian?”

“Do you really wanna know that?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Unless it’s something you’d rather not talk about.”

“I don’t mind; it’s just not very interesting,” you replied with a shrug. “Well, demons aren’t born; we’re spawned, whether it’s from anger, joy, or annoyance. In my case, I was spawned from my father’s grief. His wife was banished from the astral realm, and he couldn’t see her again, so he cried until I materialised from his tears. Naturally, my purpose from then on was to help humans deal with grief by appearing in their dreams as their loved ones, specifically to help then find closure and move forward. After a few years, I was allowed to give that up, and then I started allowing humans to summon me for favours, and eventually I got tired of that and became a guardian.”

He sat there, hanging on every word you uttered, nodding as if genuinely interested. “So, why did you choose to become a guardian?”

It was a question you had when you had initially become a guardian; why, when you had such disdain for humans for as long as you could remember? The simple answer was that you didn’t truly despise humanity as a whole; most were just a bit insufferable. There were both good and bad people, just as there were both good and bad demons.

But, you didn’t say any of this. Instead, you said, “Because humans are idiots.”

“Fair enough,” he acknowledged. “Well, tonight has been amazing. I’d love to learn more about you, but you’re probably tired, so I guess it’s time to wrap this up.”

“I suppose so,” you concurred, still unwilling to decipher what your newfound boundless energy meant, although you were starting form a suspicion.

“I’m not entirely sure what happens when you leave, but have a… safe journey home? I’m not sure.”

You nodded, but you didn’t leave immediately. Instead, you gazed at him while an odd sensation swirled in your stomach, accompanied by even more perplexing thoughts coursing through your mind. Eventually, you took a deep breath and spoke. “Can we… make this a weekly thing?”

His eyes widened slightly, and he glanced around before meeting your gaze once more. “Do you genuinely mean that, or are you just being sarcastic?”

“I mean it,” you affirmed. “If it means that much to you, then…” You couldn’t even admit to yourself that it was more for your sake than his. Acknowledging that would have felt like surrendering your last shred of dignity.

“Well, thank you. I’d love to do this every week,” he chuckled, a smile gracing his lips as he pushed his hair away from his face. “Good night.”

“Good night, Minseok.”

And so a new routine was established.

You weren’t particularly rigid, accustomed to finding yourself in peculiar situations, but falling into a routing with Minseok proved much easier than anticipated. You would show up every time he called you, and sometimes you would share a meal, but you always stayed by his side as he cooked, staying for about an hour after he finished eating before returning to your distant observation.

This pattern persisted for about a month before Minseok decided to change things up a bit.

“I kind of feel like watching a movie now,” he remarked as he cleared your plates. “Do you have enough energy to stay, or is that asking too much?”

“It depends,” you mused. “What are we watching?”

“Well...”

You rolled your eyes, his response giving away the answer. “It’s a demon movie, isn’t it?” You chuckled lightly when he nodded meekly. “You’re so predictable, but sure, why not. I assume you expect me to point out the inaccuracies, right?”

“I thought it might be fun,” he mumbled.

“You’re so...” You bit your tongue, refraining from completing your sentence with the word ‘adorable.’ You shook your head, attempting to banish that thought, but it persisted, echoing in your mind as he gazed at you with those enchanting eyes. You released a sigh and closed your eyes briefly. “Let’s just watch the movie.”

As the movie began, it followed the typical horror movie narrative: a fresh start after enduring a terrible storm, optimism for a brighter future, and an obliviousness to the strange occurrences in their new home.

Demons didn’t haunt for the sake of it; they only did so to fulfil a favour. Toying with humans was not particularly entertaining, after all.

As the plot unfolded, the demon grew bolder, directly attacking anyone in the house, displaying mindless and violent tendencies. You had watched numerous demon movies with awful depictions of demons, and while you couldn’t claim this was the worst, it was certainly far from the best.

You observed Minseok squirming in his seat, and a thought crossed your mind: was that how he perceived you? A thoughtless, violent monster?

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach. Initially, you had wanted him to be scared of you, but now you weren’t so sure. You released a frustrated sigh, a range of emotions coursing through you.

You continued watching the movie, and near its conclusion, you became aware of how heavy your eyelids had become. You guessed you had become too accustomed to your recent boundless energy, and now it was catching up with you. But you couldn’t afford to sleep; you couldn’t simply leave Minseok unattended because you had been careless with your energy management.

Yet each blink brought a sense of bliss, and your eyes remained closed for a fraction longer each time. Then you heard Minseok’s frantic voice, momentarily bringing alertness back to your body.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, watching as his panic escalated.

“You kept... flickering. One moment you were here, then gone, then back again,” he explained with a growing sense of urgency. “Are you...”

“Dying? No, that’s impossible. I’m just tired, and I’m having trouble maintaining—”

Before you could finish your sentence, you realised you had vanished once more, and Minseok was, once again, in a state of panic.

“Damn, was it the food?”

You took a deep breath and exerted more energy, although with your exhaustion, you appeared as if you were a ghost, your physical form translucent. “Calm down. I’m fine.”

He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure and nodded. “Sorry, I just... I’m worried about you. What happens when you sleep?”

“Don’t worry about me; worry about yourself. If I fall asleep, you’ll be vulnerable. I can’t allow that.”

He took a moment to contemplate, a bit too long, as your body began to slowly fade from his view. When he finally realised, a torrent of words tumbled from his mouth. “I won’t do anything stupid; I’ll be extra cautious. I’ll stay away sharp objects, watch my step, I won’t eat solid food—”

“I’m not going to sleep.”

“Please? I’m concerned about you.”

You sighed as he regarded you with those eyes again. For a human, he possessed more power than he was aware of. “If you die while I’m asleep, I’ll find your soul and torment you for the rest of eternity.”

“I’m okay with that,” he said with a smile. “Good night... I still don’t know your name.”

A gut feeling urged you to simply tell him. There was no harm in it, after all. And maybe, it was the first step toward dispelling his fear of you. With the last remnants of your energy, you uttered your name.

And for the brief moment you were awake after vanishing from his sight, you witnessed him smile and silently mouth the syllables.

You woke up the following morning, invigorated and rejuvenated, while Minseok occupied an uncomfortable spot on the couch, his mouth slightly agape. Had he really spent the entire night there? His eyelids fluttered open, as if sensing your presence, and he stretched his arms above his head, his gaze scanning the room in a half-asleep haze before he murmured your name.

You were already regretting your decision.

“Did you stay here all night?” you asked, appearing before him. He greeted you with a faint smile and a drowsy ‘good morning’ before stretching again.

“I didn’t realize how tired I was until after you left, so I kind of crashed on the couch.”

“Well, your muscles are probably stiff now, but at least you managed to keep yourself alive. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile. “And I’m sorry for asking for so much from you.”

“It’s not entirely your fault. I don’t blame you,” you assured him. “It might not seem like it, but astral beings are very emotional, and we tend to be affected by strong emotions. The movie kind of... bothered me,” you reluctantly confessed.

“I understand,” he nodded. “I feel guilty.”

“Well, don’t. I’m alright, and so are you. That’s all that matters.”

He beamed, chuckling a bit as he softly called your name under his breath. “You’re being oddly nice. I like it; it’s adorable.”

You laughed and shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Alright, Minseok; are you gonna make a habit of saying my name for no reason?”

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Goodbye.”

You continued your routine of meeting once a week, though Minseok had become extra cautious, asking you a million times if you were sure it was a good choice whenever you asked him for food, and only giving you the tiniest portion when he finally relented.

It would have been annoying if not for the fact that it was a bit endearing.

It took a month for him to let down his guard a bit, suggesting a movie.

“It’s a romantic comedy; no demons, I swear. Just two humans falling in love and making lame jokes along the way,” he promised. “If you think you can’t handle it, please let me know.”

“I don’t like romance,” you replied. “But I don’t care enough to have strong emotions towards it.”

“You don’t strike me as the type. Probably because it’s unrealistic, I assume.”

“I don’t like that you know me this well.”

“I mean, it’s only natural; I’ve been spending a lot of time with you. You’ve mentioned how you feel like humans have an idealised view of life and it makes us stupid,” he recalled. “But, like I’ve said before, that’s what makes life exciting. So, yeah, it’s a corny movie, but it’s fun, and I like laughing.”

“How do you know it’s not because I’ve never experienced romance? That I only feel the way I do because it’s not something I’m familiar with and I’m desperate to know how it feels to be in someone’s loving embrace?”

“As gorgeous as you are? I find that hard to believe that you don’t have all the other astral beings lining up to be with you.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere.”

You hadn’t exactly experienced romance, not to the extent that you felt like you should have; only a few flash-in-the-pan relationships that you hardly cared to even consider actual relationships. So, there was a bit of truth in your sarcasm.

“It might; you never know.”

He played the movie, and it started out exactly how you had expected. A perpetually overwhelmed woman who refused to admit that she had feelings for her annoying male friend in fear of ruining their friendship, and also because she felt like he was far out of her league, despite the fact that he was sending signals that he was interested in her as well.

You couldn’t deny that the movie was funny; just in an ironic way, not because the jokes were actually funny. Though, Minseok seemed to think otherwise, but you guessed you shouldn’t be surprised; it didn’t take much to make him laugh.

Though you still found yourself paying full attention to the movie until you heard Minseok calling your name.

“Can I put my arm around you?”

“...What?”

“I... Never mind,” he sighed. “It’s fine.”

“If you want to, then sure,” you said with all the nonchalance you could muster, but inside, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your ribcage. “I don’t see why you want to, but okay.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, then he nervously scooted a bit closer and draped his arm around you.

“You’re actually real,” he said under his breath, though just a bit louder than he’d intended.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just... I kinda thought I imagined you, that this was all a really nice dream. But now that I’m touching you, I know now that it’s all very real.”

You were at a loss for words as you looked into each other’s eyes. You wanted to say something witty, something to break up the tension, but your mind was running blank. If you had opened your mouth at that very moment, you would’ve done nothing but stutter and embarrass yourself.

He finally looked away, smiling as he hugged you closer to him. And then, you felt something.

“Minseok.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re getting a cold.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking at you. “I feel fine.”

“Are you really gonna argue with me? A demon?”

He mumbled something under his breath, littered with curses before sighing. “You can’t catch it, can you?”

“Of course not,” you confirmed. “So yes, we can still hang out as long as you’re up for it.”

“Then it’s not so bad.” He relaxed again into a smile and turned his attention back to the movie, while you were unable to focus on anything but him throughout the rest of it.

Eventually, he had fallen asleep holding you, and you felt his temperature climbing steadily. You felt bad for him; he’d feel like it all hit him out of nowhere when morning came.

You stayed with him, physically this time, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him.

It was time for you to admit to yourself that you liked him; it was the only reason you could stay with him for so long with no repercussions. You loved talking to him, you loved being around him, and every second you spent observing him made you wish that you could be with him all the time. Subconsciously, you’d known since that night when he got drunk, but you were afraid of what it would mean if you admitted it to yourself.

You thought that being honest with yourself would make things easier, but now, you were terrified. Now, you had no choice but to be honest with him for your own sanity.

He woke up groaning and stretching his arms above his head, joints cracking and sinuses congested. “You weren’t lying,” he croaked.

“You actually doubted me?”

“Maybe I was a little in denial...” His face turned into one of bewilderment as he looked at you sitting on the couch. “Wait, have you been here this whole time?”

“Yeah, I have.” He looked nervous so you shook your head and quickly reassured him. “I keep telling you not to worry about me. I’m fine; you’re not.”

“But—”

“I’m completely fine. I promise.”

He reluctantly let it go and sniffled, rubbing his temples. “I feel awful,” he said with a pout.

“I know. Get something to eat. That should make you feel a little better.”

He nodded, leaving to go to the kitchen. You followed behind him and silently watched him. He didn’t seem to have the energy to do anything, his body so fragile that he did everything at a snail’s pace. You sighed and stood beside him, taking the spatula out of his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Take a shower. I’ll make your breakfast.”

“Are you allowed to do that?”

“I’m not directly curing you, so it should be fine,” you assured him.

He mumbled an ‘okay’ and reluctantly let you take over. Shortly after, you heard the quiet click of the bathroom door closing, then a squeak as he turned on the shower. He didn’t stay too long, though it was just enough time for you to finish the food. He still looked awful as he slowly walked towards the table with a robe wrapped around his body.

“I didn’t have the energy to get properly dressed; I’m sorry,” he apologised.

“I’ve seen you naked multiple times. Seeing you in a robe is nothing,” you confessed, placing the food in front of him.

“I think this cold is making me hallucinate. Did you say you’ve seen me naked?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you. I’m with you every second of every day. I wasn’t completely honest with you because I didn’t want you to feel the pressure of being constantly watched.”

At first, he reacted just like you’d expected; a panicked look in his eyes, probably wondering just how many embarrassing things he’d done while he was unknowingly being watched. But then, his panic turned into a smile, one that made your heart flutter. “So... Did you like it?”

“Are you really flirting with me when you can hardly keep your head up?” you said, unable to hold in your laugh. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you now.”

“I am, but... I’m not sure that I want to know the answer.”

“What do you think I’m gonna say?”

“You’re quitting and I’ll never see you again.”

You shook your head. You had no intentions of quitting; not now, at least. “I enjoy spending time with you... a bit too much.”

“I would assume you wouldn’t spend as much time with me if you didn’t,” he said before taking a bite of his food. “I can’t really taste anything, but I feel like I should tell you that it’s really good. Thank you.”

“Your welcome. I think.” You stayed silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I told you about astral beings and our emotions before, right?”

“Yeah, you explained after the demon movie. What are you saying?”

“I don’t get tired being here physically any more. In fact, I feel very energised.”

“Mhm...”

“Do I really have to say it? Isn’t it obvious by now?”

He laughed warmly, shoulders rising and falling as he did. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I get what you’re saying,” he lied, unable to stop himself from laughing even more.

“It’s not funny!” you whined.

“You’re so cute,” he said, letting out a satisfied sigh. “I know what you wanna say, but I wanna hear you say it.”

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out shakily. Why was it so nerve-wracking? You’d never been this terrified before. You swallowed hard and took another deep breath before nodding to yourself, assuring yourself that everything would be alright. “I like you,” you barely said.

“I like you too,” he said with a lot more confidence than you. “I mean, I’m sure I’ve made it obvious.”

“You have,” you nodded. “But, that’s not the problem.” You had your doubts for a moment, but Minseok wore his emotions on his sleeve; that was far from the issue.

“Is it... forbidden?”

“I think you’ve been watching too many movies,” you said, shaking your head. “No, it’s not forbidden. I just don’t know how it would work out between us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... we can’t get married, I can’t meet your friends or family, and I don’t even know if children are a possibility.”

He only took a second to think over your words, a small smile appearing on his face shortly after. “We don’t need to get married. Not ideal, but it’s something I can work with. We don’t need to have kids.”

“I’ll outlive you.”

“Great, so I’ll never have to lose you.”

“I can kill you.”

“So can everyone and anything else. But you like me too much to kill me.”

“You’re impossible.”

“If you’re really against being in a relationship, then it’s okay. I won’t force you or pressure you,” he assured you. “Not that I can,” he added as an afterthought.

You were perfectly capable of remaining friends with him, or going back to the shadows and no longer speaking to him. But, the more you thought about it, the more your chest tightened. You already knew what you wanted, but you were so used to ignoring what you wanted that this feeling; the lack of control; scared you.

Did you really want this that much?

You sighed. “I don’t... want to act like I don’t feel anything.”

“Tell me what you want, then. I won’t react negatively, no matter what you say,” he promised. “Again, not that I can.”

“I want you,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “I know that’s what I want.”

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” he smiled weakly. “So... we’re together now? Is it official?”

You nodded. Having it out in the open felt like a huge weight had been lifting off your shoulders. You’d caught on to your budding feelings quite early, but you never realised how you’d been keeping yourself prisoner to your own emotions until you were finally free.

“I won’t make you regret it,” he said, then he slowly walked towards you and kneeled at your feet, laying his head on your lap before reaching for your hand. “I really wish I wasn’t sick,” he sighed. “I don’t wanna kiss you while trying to keep my nose from running at the same time.”

“I’ve seen worse,” you assured him. “Besides; I already told you that I can’t catch it.”

“I know, but it’s not very romantic,” he said, shifting his head a bit. “On the other hand, I’m a little impatient. I’ve been dreaming of our first kiss for a while now.”

You laughed faintly, raking your fingers through his hair. “You’re so... cute,” you said, hesitating a bit because it felt so unfamiliar to say the words out loud. “If you really want to kiss me, then I’ll allow it.”

He looked up at you, tilting his head a bit. “Eventually you’re gonna have to admit that it’s really you who wants to do these thing, you know. At some point, I’ll stop letting it slide.”

“I kinda miss when you were scared of me,” you chuckled. “Come here.”

You cupped his cheeks, tilting his head upwards so that you were looking into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t recall a moment where you had felt this nervous, hands trembling as your eyes darted between his own and his inviting lips.

The heat from his body wasn’t just from the fever. It sunk into your skin, igniting an inextinguishable flame in your chest. He inched forward just a bit, letting his lips brush against yours, not giving in entirely, but urging you to kiss him like you wanted to.

And so, you did. The kiss unfolded, setting off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, your heart thundering in your chest. It was a moment you had waited for, yearning for it in the depths of your soul. Kissing him felt like something destined to happen across the span of time.

In that moment, it was as if eternity stretched before you, and you would have been content to linger there forever. It was a sensation similar to a scene from that stupid movie he’d made you watch.

Breaking the kiss, he was the first to pull away, drawing in a breath as a lopsided grin played on his lips. “You make me feel invincible.”

In his arms, you felt a deep connection to your own humanity in the best way possible. Words eluded you, so instead, you lowered your head and planted a tender kiss at the top of his head.

Maybe, just maybe, this unconventional journey held the promise of something beautiful.

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100 Days My Prince - Part 50

Part 50 – Not 52, Not 51, Just One

Fluff

Character:

Reader

D.O.

Xiumin

‘Seems like you have a competition with someone in the house now’

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You feel energetic today as you know that your husband is coming home for the weekend. You manage to finish your work for this week on a positive note and you feel nice about it. You remember to retrieve the Teolaegi from D.O. as well. After work, you go to his company right away.

You almost call D.O. when you see Xiumin around. “Oppa!” he sees you and quickly goes to greet you.

“Hi! You look…. Jumpy, today” Xiumin plays with the words, making you laugh.

“I’m in a good mood today because Baekhyun will come home today for the weekend” and Xiumin gives his thumbs up. “So, what brings you here?”

“The Teolaegi! Hubby has told D.O. about it, and he said I can get the Teolaegi from him…. But I don’t know how….” you wonder for a moment.

“Oh. Then, let’s go in. He went to the toilet just now after we practice. Let’s see if he has returned.”

You walk along with Xiumin to the training room. As soon as you arrive in the room, you see a medium size of Teolaegi placed in a sitting position at one of the corners of the training room. You are almost out of breath.

“Whoa…. Is that…. is that it?” your eyes stick to the medium size of the Teolaegi stuffed animal.

“I think so. Kyungsoo brought it earlier before we started our dance practice. See, I told you. You asked Baekhyun to get you the Teolaegi, right? He can get the Teolaegi easily since he is the creator, you already get one today” Xiumin explains.

“Hehehe, yeah. Oh, by the way, where are the rest of the members? You get curious.

“Oops. You just missed them. They just go home right away after our dance practice. You want to meet them too?” Xiumin asks.

“Oh, no, no. I just ask. I only want to see D.O. Oppa. Then, don’t you want to go home as well?”

“Later. I need to practice more of my Serenity dance. It feels a bit hard this time to comprehend the choreography. I may be back at night” as he explains, you see D.O. comes into the dance room and you quickly wave at him.

He waves back at you but jogs a little across the room to get the Teolaegi. Then he passes it to you.

“There you go. You want the Teolaegi, right?” D.O. asks.

“Yup, thank you!” you didn’t tell him how much you want, but seeing the Teolaegi become yours already makes you happy.

“Hyung said that you want 52 Teolaegi” Xiumin laughs when he listens to D.O.

“Yah Y/N. Are you trying to bully your husband?” Xiumin and D.O. continue to laugh.

“I’m not!” you laugh along with them. “I thought if I don’t get a giant Teolaegi, maybe 52 Teolaegi keychains enough” you continue.

“What are you going to do with 52 of them? Are you going to hang it on your bag like you ever did before with another keychain?” Xiumin laughs again when you nod at his question.

“You know, you really like Baekhyun Hyung sometimes; a jokester” D.O. is intrigued with your character.

“I know right! Jokester household. But I think she is way braver to joke about it in public” Xiumin adds.

“I think he can do it too. But because many people know him, then he can’t do it since it may ruin his image and reputation” D.O. replies. “Well, sorry Y/N, not 52, not even 51, only one Teolaegi I can get you. I don’t know what to tell the staff if I suddenly want to have 52 Teolaegi keychains” he continues.

“Nah, never mind. I’m okay with it. At least I have this snuggly friend to company me at night when he returns to the camp or next time when he goes to a concert abroad” Xiumin tilts his head when listening to you.

“So, the Teolaegi is called snuggly friend now?” Xiumin and D.O. crack into laughter once again. You just grin widely.

“Whatever” you laugh along with them while taking a look at your watch. “Oh gosh, I must go back now. I think he’s home already.”

“Alright. See you again” you wave both of them goodbye and go home.

Meanwhile, D.O….

Hyung, seems like you have a competition with someone in the house now. He’s called Snuggly Friend.

To be continued….

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way-of-the-sun · 1 year

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The bed

A fluffy Xiumin drabble, inspired by these beautiful pictures of him.

Prompt: „I know you want to lie here with me… but you can��t.“

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Words: 823

Warning: none

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It has been a long day. Or maybe you should have said that it has been a long week. Work was stressful and you didn’t have enough time to relax after coming home each day. Even though you got trough the week somehow, you still couldn’t enjoy a quiet Friday night after coming home. You had plans with some friends for the evening. Nothing big, just a small gathering with drinks and nice food. Still, everything would be better right now than fixing your hair and changing into some fresh clothes. The enthusiasm you felt when agreeing to the gathering was completely gone.

You looked at the mirror and sighed when you suddenly heard rustling from the adjacent bedroom. A small smile grew on your face. It was quite a surprise when you came home and saw your boyfriend lying in your freshly made bed as if he owned it. A welcome surprise, but a surprise nonetheless seeing as he was a very busy person, him being an idol and all. It hasn’t been long since you started dating each other. Minseok and you met by complete chance when you went drinking one day. You noticed him immediately and he noticed you as well. He came over and offered you a drink. You exchanged numbers and the rest is history.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, thinking about the first meeting with him. You looked at the clock and reprimanded yourself. It has gotten late already and you needed to leave soon if you wanted to be on time. You finished freshening up and went into the bedoom where Minseok was still occupying your bed.

While preparing your bag for the evening he spoke up. “Are you sure that you want to leave me?” Minseok asked. You hesitated and stopped rummaging inside your purse. Your bed looked so cozy and Minseok truly tempted you to go and cuddle with him. You loved basking in his warmth, feeling his arms around you and his strong chest under your cheek. And he even was wearing a really nice sweater today that looked like a cloud - perfect for cuddling. Still you resisted, thinking about your friends. They would be so disappointed if you called off the plans for the evening. You looked at him and the bed longingly. “You know I have to go. It wouldn’t be right to cancel now. We haven’t seen each other for such a long time.” Minseok looked disappointed for a short second but before you could feel bad about rejecting his offer to stay with him, a mischievous smile grew on his face. “Well then… I have to enjoy this bed all on my own.” He rested his face on his arm and cuddled deeper into the bedding. You started chewing your lips, struggling to prevent yourself from going to him. Minseok registered your facial expression and his smile grew, making his eyes turn into crecents.

“I know that you want to lie here with me… but you can’t.” his tone was playful, you knew he was teasing you. He saw right trough you. You’d love to lie down right next to him and spend some time with your boyfriend. Even though he was absolutely correct you huffed and took a step away from the bed.

“You’re right, I can’t.” You winked at him and threw a small grin his way. Two could play this game! “But isn’t it you who wants me to lie in bed with you?” you said to him with twinkling eyes. Minseok hummed and his playful smile melted into a soft one.

“You might be right. It would be so much nicer to share your bed with you.” he replied. “But I won’t keep you from your friends. Have fun and be careful on your way. Promise me, alright?”

You nodded. “I promise, I’ll be careful.”

You gave him a warm smile, took your bag and went to the front door to put on your shoes. Though before you could leave the room Minseok spoke again.

“Darling…” you froze and felt the heat rising to your cheeks. Hearing endearments from him was still new to you and it affected you greatly. You turned around and hoped that Minseok couldn’t see how affected you were because of this little word. He was looking right at you with his face propped up on his hands. His hair was a little mussed and he had an imprint on his face from lying on the pillow. Still you thought that he looked breathtaking.

“Yes?” you asked a little unsure.

“I will still be here when you get back. How about you come lie down with me then?”

Minseok smiled sweetly, all mischief gone from his gaze. You heart started fluttering and you felt a smile blooming on your face.

“I would love that.”

The gummy smile you received in return to your answer was blinding.

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yourdreamsyourwish-2 · 1 year

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An immortal witch’s red string is tied to a werewolf.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three...Coming Soon

I wrote this same presence on my first time around, so if it seems familiar, that’s what it’s based on. I am updating and changing some things. I actually do not have the original file of it, because I deleted it, so this is coming from my memory. Hope you enjoy it.

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[EXO] Minseok

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Kinktober Day 23

Cheating - Xiumin

!dom Xiumin

You wait impatiently by the front door, pacing your hallway back and forth, back and forth until you hear his familiar knock on the other side.

“Minseok,” You smile with a relieved sigh, “Come in, please… I’ve missed you.”

Your heart skips a beat as you shut the door behind him, locking it for good measure as you always do. You lock eyes with him and instantly step forward into his arms, leaning up on your toes to kiss him softly.

“Jagiya,” He greets you, his lips brushing yours as he dares not pull back, “I came as soon as you called.”

You lean into him with butterflies in your stomach, relying heavily on him to soothe your aching heart. Another day, another business trip, leaving you home alone for another week, but you aren’t alone anymore.

“Thank you, Seokkie,” You reply, “I’m sorry to do this to you again.”

You had promised last time would be exactly that, the last time. You promised not to call him, not to ask him to see you, not to continue the affair. You promised to leave your husband, but you were so afraid of the fall out that you couldn’t do it, although your heart only beats for the man whose arms you are currently in.

“I know,” He nods, “But I wouldn’t have picked up if I didn’t want this too. I love you, jagi, I love you so much.”

You kiss him to stop yourself from crying, because he is the only man who has said this to you in years, and he always does. Every time that he sees you or speaks to you, he makes it known. You haven’t known a love like this ever, apart from him, and you curse yourself for not working harder to keep him around.

“I love you,” You reply effortlessly, kissing him again and again, “Show me how much you love me.”

You are reminded of the way that you met, drunk at a club after a particularly bad fight with your husband. Minseok caught your eye, and while you tried to resist at first, his charm when he spoke to you won you over so easily, and you were home with him before the night was even really starting.

That tension never left, though things definitely were harder once you had admitted that you were married, he stuck around because as the both of you would say.

“I can’t let go, there is something here that is irreplaceable.”

Minseok kisses you harder, hands already working their way under your clothes to take them off you. You too begin to undress him, desire taking over your inhibitions, no thoughts on anything except for him.

“Jagi,” He murmurs, lifting you off the ground with ease once you both are naked, clothing dropped wherever they landed, “I need you to be mine.”

You wrap your legs tight around his waist, feeling his erection growing as he steps you down the hallway towards your bedroom, the one he has become so familiar with over the last six months. Your husband is away at least twice a month, if not longer, and Minseok barely spent a night away from you during those times.

“I know,” You agree with him, you know that he is right, “I’m working on it, I promise.”

He places you down onto the mattress, and you shuffle backwards while he follows, spreading your legs to give him room between him. You stare up at him, admiring his features, his beautiful eyes, angular jawline, and his perfect smile. You are enamoured by him, and the more that you stare, the more that you realise that you are so lucky, and you need to take the leap that your anxiety has been holding you back from.

Minseok is gentle as he warms you up, kissing all over your body, paying extra attention to your most sensitive spots. Your neck, right up by your ear, your collarbones and your breasts, as his fingers find purchase at your core, starting with one and then working up to two, and then three until you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” You moan as he replaces his fingers with his cock, thrusting in all the way in one swift movement, “God, don’t stop.”

Minseok kisses you feverishly, as you swing a leg over his hip to let him hit it deeper, your hands in his hair as your breathing syncs up. He fucks you perfectly, having actually taken the time to learn what you like, how you like it, and actually caring about you, he was perfect.

“Please, jagi,” He groans, “Please leave him, I can’t wait any longer, I need you with me always.”

You get close so quickly, the result a mixture of how good he fucks you, and the way that you feel about him. It may be from the endorphin rush, and you may regret it later when the anxiety returns, but as you reach your peak, there is only one thing that you can possibly say.

“I’m yours, Minseok,” You admit it, body shaking as you tip over the edge, “I’ll leave… I… fuck, yes!”

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jongbross · 3 months

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Hi, it’s boyfriends things with Exo😅🤍

Thanks

kim minseok:

cutest boyfriend out there

will take such good care of you 🥹

is literally a keeper

your family loves him, he just charms everyone around him

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

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

kisses your nose a lot

holds your hand while walking on the street

listen to you vent and gives you the best advices

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

kim junmyeon:

the personification of a gentleman

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

has the warmest hugs

can literally hug you for hours if you let him

secretly plans to pop out the question in the near future

buys you anything you want. anything.

respects your opinions SO MUCH, it's ridiculous

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

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

"you made him worse!!" (joking)

zhang yixing:

nicest boyfriend out there

dude is just soooo chill, your friends adore him

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

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

calls you a lot whenever he's away

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

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

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

doesn't bring up marriage if you don't

really, really hopes you do

byun baekhyun:

i hate him, but congrats to you, i guess

ugh he's just so sweet

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

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

asks you about your day and listens to carefully

holds your hand while driving

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

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

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

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

kim jongdae:

sunshine boyfriend

let's you sleep in whenever you feel like it

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

"jagi, can we cuddle?"

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

always places bets with you

lots of kisses on your cheek

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

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

loyal af

park chanyeol:

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

personal uber driver, takes you everywhere if you let him

really, reaaally stubborn

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

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

purposely leaves his things at your place

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

plays guitar while you cook dinner

kisses you everytime you feed him

loves when you sleep on top of him

do kyungsoo:

he's comfort embodied in a person

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

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

saves new videos on youtube to watch it with you

is in charge of cooking, always

asks you to help him shave just because

gets excited whenever something good happens to you

is your number 01 supporter

loves when you cuddle closer to him in your sleep

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

kim jongin:

cutest, most caring boyfriend

respects you more than anything in this world

listens to you so carefully whenever you have something to say

is willing to fix some of his bad habits for you

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

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

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

helps you choose your outfits

loves when you play with his hair

wanna have a baby with you so bad

oh sehun:

gets offended whenever someone treats you badly

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

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

calls you whenever he can't go see you

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

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

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

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

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

dude is so in love it's actually sickening

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yeolchendae · 3 months

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EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC

➵ Genre: Angst

➵ Synopsis: In a world gripped by the shadows of war, a once-majestic castle becomes the backdrop for a haunted prince's journey of loss, vengeance, and the enduring quest for redemption.

➵ Writer: @leewalberg

EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC

➵ Genre: Dark Fantasy

➵ Synopsis: Chanyeol has a secret talent and Kai is going to exploit it to change his fate.

➵ Writer: @yeolchendae

EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC

➵ Genre: Folklore | Fantasy

➵ Synopsis: A Princess's quest to find what else is beyond the realm of her Kingdom. When Genie Chanyeol falls in her hands, the bond they build defies fate. Together, they embark on a battle to break the shackles of destiny, facing love, sacrifice, and the pursuit of freedom.

➵ Writer: @leewalberg

EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC

➵ Genre: Folktale

➵ Synopsis: Little Red Riding Hood learns there is nothing to fear in the woods.

➵ Writer: @vampwrrr

MORE TO COME, STAY TUNED…

#exo fanfic #exo #chanyeol #kpop fanfic #kpop #exo fanfiction #kai #Jongin #writers of tumblr #xiumin #xiumin fanfic #exo suho #suho fanfic

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aceri1485 · 4 months

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Fired (Pt. 2)

Pt 1 here!

Xiumin x Reader

key words: backstage, concert, stage hand, smut (18+, read at own risk — consensual, oral (male receiving), unprotected), fluff (does this count as fluff?), slow burn

authors note: uhh merry christmas I guess haha (1) this is purely fiction, please don’t be delusional and no I don’t think this would ever happen irl (2) protagonist (ie. the reader) gender is ambiguous on purpose, I want anyone to be able to read this and enjoy (3) I'm enjoying writing this more than I was expecting, soooo maybe part 3???

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"Hellooo - can you hear me?" your radio crackles from your waistband.

You stifle a yawn before grabbing your radio to reply, "Yes, I'm here! Sorry! I'm on my way."

"Oh good - thank you!" You hear the relief in Sam's voice, "Come find me when you're done!"

"Will do" you reply, then turn your attention back to the makeup artist, Jose, who had been talking your ear off for nearly 15 minutes before Sam's radio message interrupted you.

"Oh - I guess you have to go," Jose blushes, "I'm sorry, I know you must be busy, I just - nobody has really asked us what we..."

"What you need to do your job?" you finish the sentence, smiling gently at Jose, "I'm sorry if it seems like we haven't been paying attention to you before, the stage hands have been a little short staffed at the other concerts."

"No - no, that's not what I.." Jose blushed even more, "I didn't mean to imply you weren't doing your job before, I'm trying to say... I'm saying that I appreciate how hard you are working now and that I am grateful we have someone like you to support us."

You blink, surprised, and feel your own cheeks and ears getting hot. It was true - you had been working hard since Sam promoted you. That was three shows ago now, and while the team had been saying thank you, you hadn't truly felt like your extra effort had been noticed or appreciated.

Your radio crackles again, another staff member asking for Sam's approval on some other matter, bringing your attention back.

"I will do my best to get you what you need." you say to Jose, before going to run to your next task. You stop, though, and gently put your hand on Jose's, "and... thanks."

Jose locks eyes with you and smiles, "No, thank you - I'll see you later?"

You smile back, "See you later!"

Now you turn and jog down the hall, off to meet with one of the stylists for an emergency clothing shopping spree, but not before you catch sight of an achingly familiar figure passing across the hall in front of you.

Your body has an involuntary response, the blush in your cheeks deepening, but you force your mind not to wander and focus on the task at hand.

Arriving at the backstage door, you are surprised to find not only the stylist, but a manager and a tall man in a bucket hat and mask waiting for you. They greet you, smiling, as you head out the door together.

"Mr. Park - why are you coming with us?" you ask, smiling as his eyes widen in surprise, "What - you didn't think that so-called disguise is going to fool anyone, did you?" you laugh.

While it was true that you had come to know the members more and more since you had been working as a part of their core team over the past month, it was also true that anyone who had ever seen even a bad drawing of Chanyeol before would recognize him now.

"Hey, it's better than nothing!" Chanyeol shoots back as you hold the car door open for him. He slides in and you close the door, running around to get in on the other side. Luckily, the concert is still hours away, and any fans that are already lurking around are all at the entrance to the arena.

The last time one of the members had tried to join an outing like this before a concert, the police had to be called to stop fans from blocking the backstage door to let them get back inside the venue. So long as nobody knew Chanyeol was gone, nobody would be desperate enough to stake out the door to try and see him when you go back this time.

"I had to come so I can try on whatever we pick out," Chanyeol says as you buckle your seatbelts, "I didn't want to, I know how complicated it could get if someone sees me."

"Don't lie!" the stylist laughs from the front seat, "I told you I would bring back different sizes for you to try!"

"Yeah," the manager chimes in from the front seat, "I distinctly remember the conversation going something along the lines of "ahh I'm so bored, when will I ever-" hey, put that back on!" he cuts off as Chanyeol throws his bucket hat at him, "and be careful, I'm driving!"

Any tension the team had about a last minute outing melts away as you laugh, and the conversation turns to finding a good place to pick up coffee near the store the stylist wants to go to. As Chanyeol and the manager debate whether the members need coffee before a show, you pull out your phone to message Sam that you are on your way.

Distracted for a few minutes as you message back and forth with various team members, each putting in coffee requests or asking you to grab this or that, your attention gets pulled back to the conversation when you hear Xiumin's name.

Looking up, you see that Chanyeol was watching you. He smiles at you, too knowingly, and says "Sam would know, I think Xiumin told her after the last show."

"What was that?" you ask, trying to keep your expression clear, and looking anywhere but Chanyeol's face.

"Did he say something about his shoes being too big last show?" the stylist asked, not noticing - or pretending not to notice - the large grin on Chanyeol's face as he looked at you.

"Oh, no - the shoes fit fine," you say, "they needed new laces, the old ones were frayed and so they weren't staying tied" you explain, looking out the window in what you hoped was a non-chalant manner.

"Lets add laces to the list then," the stylist adds, "How could I have missed that? You're a life saver, thank you!"

"Don't mention it," you say, "And I already picked up some extra laces.. and changed out the old ones in Xiumin's shoes."

"When did you have time to do that?" the stylist turns to look at you.

"Oh, I... stayed late after the last show." you mumble, refusing to look at anyone in the car.

The stylist smiles, "You work way too hard, you know that?" laughing as they turn back in their seat, "I hope you know we all appreciate it!"

You're grateful that you can blame your blush on receiving your second compliment of the day rather than the thoughts of why you had really stayed so late after the last show.

It was the first time you and Xiumin had been able to be truly alone since... well, since that first night.

"Are you cold?" he asks, the corners of his eyes creased with concern, "Here, put this on."

He pulls off his jean jacket to wrap around your shoulders. The streetlight casts shadows of your sillouettes infront of you as you walk- a shadow couple, picture perfect, other worldly. You smile in thanks, pulling the jacket closer around you. It had to be nearly 3am already, the two of you had stayed at the arena talking for hours after the everyone else had left.

Your arms brush together as you walk, Xiumin's hands shoved into his pockets, a blush forming on his cheeks where his face is visible behind his black facemask, matching the pink tinge of your ears. Your shadows bump into eachother, at times overlapping, rarely a gap between them.

You both realize the hotel is less than half a block away at the same time and it's like you're suddenly walking in molasses. Your shadows crawl along the sidewalk ahead of you, shrinking into one another then growing full again as you pass between one streetlight to another.

At the door of the hotel, you both stop, not making eye contact with each other.

"Do you want-"

"Maybe another-"

You start speaking at the same time, turning to look at each other, breaking off just as quickly and turning away again, flushing.

"You f-"

"What did yo-"

And the tension breaks, both of you laughing.

"You go" you say, marvelling at the way the light streaming out from the hotel windows makes his eyes sparkle. You longed to pull off his mask so you could see how the light would catch on the rest of his face, with its simultaneously sharp angles and soft edges.

He won't look at you, instead staring at your shoes, but his hands come up and hold your elbows, "Maybe another... another lap around the block?" he asks.

You stop yourself from sighing in relief, anything to make the night last longer, just another few minutes-

You're pulled away from your thoughts by Chanyeol waving his hand in front of your face “Helloooo?"

You’ve arrived at a small shopping area and the manager is bragging about his great parking job.

"Oh, sorry," you smile, "I was just trying to - uh - remember everyone's coffee orders."

The stylist and manager hurry to usher Chanyeol into a store across the street, leaving you to actually try and remember everyone's coffee orders, entering a small cafe. It isn't busy, thankfully, but you apologize to the barista for the number of drinks you order nonetheless.

"Two iced americanos, 4 hot americanos, one vanilla latte..." you prattle off almost a dozen drinks and pay, "Sorry again - is it just you working today?"

"Yes, just me, but don't apologize!" the barista smiles at you, "I love a bit of a challenge."

"How so?" You ask, making small talk as they start working on the drinks.

"Oh, I love to see if I can pull double shots, or pour milk with one hand while steaming another round" the barista laughs, "like rubbing my head and patting my stomach... or is it the other way around?"

Both laughing, you keep chatting, realizing you have a similar taste in music when the song playing in the cafe changes, comparing your favourite types of teas and the best place to go for kimbap in the neighbourhood.

The barista smiles shyly, tucking their hair behind their ear, as you watch them work on the last drink, "Could I maybe get your..."

They trail off as Chanyeol bursts through the door, a whirlwind of energy not at all contained by his large frame, the manager close behind him.

"Almost ready?" the manager asks you and you nod, greeting them both before turning back to the barista.

"What were you saying?" you ask as they slide the last drink to you over the counter.

"Oh, its nothing!" they look flustered, clearly recognizing Chanyeol, who is now waiting by the register to order, "But - uh - if you're ever in the neighbourhood again, you should stop by. I'll make you one on the house," they say, recovering a bit and turning their attention back to you.

"Oh, I-" you break off as Chanyeol pointedly clears his throat and looks at his watch. The barista nods to you and hurries back over to the register to take Chanyeol's order.

Sighing, you slump into a seat across from the manager, the drinks you ordered filling the table in front of you. It turns out that Chanyeol had been accepting orders from the members while you were collecting orders for the staff and so the barista gets to work preparing another 9 drinks.

“We’d better hurry back after this,” the manager says, anxious, “Of course the big oaf gets recognized...”

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There are still 3 hours to showtime after you finish distributing coffee to the other stage hands, but there is still a never ending list of tasks waiting for you all before the show can start.

The crew and dancers walk through an entire sound and lighting check, one of the stylists has to be taken to the hospital for stitches after a mishap with a sewing needle, and Sehun’s earpiece has gone missing.

That’s how you find yourself in a back closet the crew was using as temporary storage, surrounded by boxes full of extra props and pieces of audio equipment. Your back to the door, bent at the waist to dig in the bottom of a particularly large box, you hear rather than see someone enter the closet behind you, just as-

“YES! It’s here!” You say triumphantly, shooting your hand into the air, clutching the small box containing Sehun’s earpiece.

Sighing in relief that there was at least one problem solved, you freeze when you hear the reply from behind you.

“What did you find?” Chanyeol says.

You turn around in an instant, surprise clear on your face, “Chan- I mean, Mr. Park? Sorry, I though you were Sam.”

He smiles and holds up his hands, “Just me - sorry to disappoint.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask, slightly anxious, “Did something else happen?”

“Something else?” He asks, confused, “Is there a problem?”

You bite your lip, cursing to yourself that you forgot how the staff tried their best to hide small issues from the members before the shows so they could focus on getting ready.

Forcing a smile, you say and hold up the box again, “No, not anymore - we’re good! What do you need?”

“Oh, I was.. I was hoping to talk to you actually” he says, trying to catch your eye to gauge your response.

Oh god, not now! You think to yourself, I don’t have time for this right now - actually, I don’t have time for this ever, I can’t loose this job!

“If this is.. what I think it is, then..” you take a deep breath and meet his gaze, “it’s not what it-“

“Looks like?” he finishes your sentence for you, giving you a hard look.

You set your jaw.

Chanyeol sighs, his shoulders relaxing, breaking eye contact and half turning away, “That’s too bad then. Because it looks like Xiumin is happier than I’ve seen him in years.”

Your jaw falls open.

Chanyeol turns to leave, then pauses with his hand on the closet door. “I just wanted to say..” he looks back at you over his shoulder, “He’s serious about you, about continuing whatever this “doesn’t look like” after the tour, and I hope.. I hope you don’t hurt him. I saw the way you were with that barista, and don’t pretend you don’t see how Jose looks at you.”

The elevator dings, but neither of you move to get off it. Instead, you both stand at the door, looking out down to the end of the hall.

The door slides shut, and you didn’t get off.

“I’ll just.. take you up to your room first.” You say, looking down at your shoes, hands clutching the hem Xiumin’s jean jacket still draped over your shoulders.

“Okay.. thanks.” He says, voice low. The elevator continues up, and his hand finds yours, pulling your grip from his jacket to intertwine your fingers.

The elevator dings again, but still neither of you move to get off, until the door starts to slide shut again. Xiumin puts out a hand to stop it, his other still holding yours.

Holding the door open, he steps off, but as you go to draw your hand away, he holds on even tighter, pulling you off the elevator with him.

“Xiumin...” you whisper, fully aware that the other members and the managers are staying on this floor as well, digging in your heels a bit to stop him from pulling you further down the hall as the elevator doors slide shut behind you.

He stops, but doesn’t look back at you. Instead, you feel his hand squeeze yours, and he whispers back “…please”.

You couldn’t have stood there more than 30 seconds after Chanyeol left but it felt more like a whole day before you shook it off. Gathering yourself again to the task at hand, you try not to think about how Chanyeol’s voice broke, “I hope you don’t hurt him.”

Radioing ahead to let Sam know you found Sehun’s earpiece, you practically sprint out of the closet.

Handing over the box to one of the managers, you remember the items Jose had asked you for earlier in the day and go to collect what you can.

It’s an hour to the show by the time you’re able to stop by the dressing room and check in with Jose after being sidetracked by different problems and tasks. You knock and enter the the dressing room after hearing Jose yell “Come in!”

You push open the door, balancing a small box full of different things Jose had asked for - a fresh lightbulb for the mirror, a new package of makeup wipes, spray bottle with water - and enter the room.

You quickly scan the room, taking in the manager sitting on the couch engaged in a phone call, Baekhyun holding up two shirts in front of a mirror while two stylists argue over which colour to go for and Chen sitting in front of the makeup mirrors while another stylist attacked his hair with a brush and gel.

But your heart doesn’t jump up into your throat until your eyes land on the one man you were hoping to find here. He’s sitting in front of the makeup mirror beside Chen, eyes closed as Jose attempts to dab some slightly glittery eye shadow on him without getting glitter everywhere else.

“Oh my GOD, you’re the best!” Jose says, seeing what you’re carrying, and Xiumin opens his eyes, “Xiumin, don’t you agree?” Jose grabs the box from you to push onto the counter infront of Xiumin, “I asked for all this this morning, I can’t believe you remembered everything!”

Looking at you in the mirror, Xiumin smiles “Yes.. you’re the best” he says quietly.

The subtext is thankfully lost on Jose who playfully smacks him on the arm, “I asked if you agreed but I did not say that you could open your eyes!”

You and Jose chat for a bit, Jose fluttering around Xiumin and Chen, finishing both of their makeup, while Chen and Xiumin start their own conversation. Baekhyun joins in a third chair, the stylists finally having come to a compromise and finding a completely different third shirt for him to wear.

Sounds of the crowd filing into the arena filter in, growing louder as the time passes. Down the hall, you hear the staff laughing in the common area, many of them trying to eat a quick dinner before the show starts.

Soon Sam checks in with you over your radio and you go to pop your head into the other dressing rooms, giving the 15 minute warning and checking that nobody needs anything last minute.

Another stage hand comes by to usher the members to the stage. You follow behind them in the hallway, trying to stay out of the way of dancers rushing to get to the stage and makeup artists trying to apply last minute touch ups to the members.

In the chaos, you find yourself beside Xiumin for a couple of seconds, just long enough for him to look at you and smile, your hands to brush and a wave of goose bumps to rush down your spine. With his makeup done, contacts in and his shirt unbuttoned like that, he is breathtakingly beautiful. Then he’s gone, carried forward by the wave of commotion heading toward the stage, toward the rising sound of cheers - no, screams - and the swell of the music.

You gasp, finally coming up for air, the rise and fall of your breath matching his, like two people who were underwater for too long. He meets your eyes, a low moan falling from his lips.

“Please, baby” he breathes out, “Please keep going.”

You blow cool air on his cock, moving your hand up and down, tantalizingly slow, enjoying the way his hips squirm as he tries to increase the friction and the way the storm in his eyes builds. One of his hands brushes your hair away from your eyes, gently. But the other grasps the sheets of the bed, muscles in his forearms taught and the veins in his hand jumping up, like he’s holding back the ocean with one hand.

You place your hand over his, releasing his grip on the sheets and intertwining your fingers at the same time as you lower your mouth back around his cock. He can’t hold back the loud gasp, or help the way his hips buck. The hand that one second ago was so tenderly brushing back your hair now pushes your head down.

Saliva fills your mouth as you try not to gag, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can with each push down of his hand. His fingers tangle in your hair as he guides you. You suck and swirl your tongue, glancing up at him every now and then. He can’t look away from you, he’s transfixed. It fuels your own arousal, and you move one hand down to touch yourself. Your other hand is still holding his, two drowning people clasping onto each other like a lifeline.

“Shit, I’m-“ he says, hips bucking again, “Fuck, don’t stop..”

Your name, mixed in with a string of curse words, falls from his mouth as he gasps for air, his voice deep and breathy at the same time. His hand leaves your hair, flying up behind him to hold on to the headboard. You pick up the pace, abandoning your own pleasure to pump him with your hand lower down his shaft while your use your mouth at his tip.

The wave crashes down and with low yell he releases. You swallow, continuing to work him until he gasps and pulls your head away. Then he pulls you up into a deep, long kiss, and you sigh, relaxing into it, relaxing into him. When you break apart, you pull the cover up over you both and rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses you on the forehead, mumbling something about the time and his alarm going off in a couple hours. Holding each other close, your breathing deep and again in sync, you fall asleep. Faint sunlight breaks through the crack in the curtain at the foot of the bed.

An hour later, the sunlight wakes you up, hitting you in the face. Now strong and bright, it had crept up the bed until it hit you square in the eye. Xiumin still sleeps beside you, his hair falling across his forehead, relaxed and blissfully protected from the sun.

A few moments later, you are closing the door as quietly as possible behind you, dressed but holding your shoes in your hands, ready to tiptoe to the elevator. The door closes and you turn, freezing in place, eyes locked on Chanyeol standing in an open doorway across the hall.

END (P3 maybe?)

#exo fanfic #exo #writing #xiumin fanfic #xiumin smut #xiumin x reader #exo x reader

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nanawritesit · 4 months

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

Maknae Line Ver.

a/n: this is based on the SM girl group idol au that i wrote a while back, please read that first so that the writing will make sense :) ALSO chen’s will be written platonically bc as i’ve stated before, i don’t feel comfortable writing romantic scenarios for someone who has a wife and two kids 💀 AND these scenarios are LONG so i’m splitting this into two parts! enjoy :)

TW: kissing, being held, crying, mentions of food

Xiumin:

You and Xiumin had been growing close as colleagues and friends for a few months now. You began hanging out on a semi-regular basis, and today he was guest starring on a live video for Etoile Clubhouse.

“You ready?” you asked him, finger hovering over mouse to click the “live” button. You were actually asking yourself if you would be able to get through a whole video with him without making a fool of yourself. Lately you had been developing the biggest crush on him, and it was highly embarrassing. Not even your members knew about it. You knew that Nabi and Marie would just tease you mercilessly, and that Iseul and Kaori would never stop bothering you with questions, so you decided to keep it to yourself.

“You know it.” he winked, leaning forward in his chair with a grin.

You nodded, letting out a small gulp as you clicked the button. In just a few seconds, fans and comments were pouring in.

“Hi Starlight! It’s your main vocalist Y/N!” you greeted your fans lovingly. Xiumin glanced over at you with an admiring sparkle in his eyes, which you didn’t seem to notice.

“Today I’m joined by my good friend, Xiumin of EXO!” you announced, gesturing over to him.

Xiumin waved at the camera. “Hi Starlight! It’s good to see you!”

You began scrolling through some of the comments.

ugh, my two biases together, my heart can’t take it 😭

OLDEST MEMBERS ON TOP!

look at the way he’s looking at her 🥺💞

You tried to control the blush smile that threatened to make its way onto your face, leaning back in your chair. “Well, they’re certainly happy to see you too!”

He smiled appreciatively, giving the camera a small bow. “Thank you, Starlight. It’s an honor to be here with the lovely Y/N.”

You hit his arm playfully. “Stop trying to butter me up! You’re not stealing any of my fans!”

He laughed at you, ruffling your hair slightly. “Awh, you know I wouldn’t do that to you. Besides, I could never betray EXO-L like that.” He flashed a finger heart at the camera with a cute wink.

You rolled your eyes, then went back to reading some of the comments.

just ask her out already xiumin 😑

the banter??? they’re so cute omg

oh they’re definitely dating 👀

“Wow, you guys really have a lot to say today.” you chuckled nervously.

Xiumin glanced over at you again with a reassuring smile, his eyes so full of compassion that you could melt. “We do make a pretty good team, Y/N. You can’t blame them for being honest.”

You laughed at his comment, easing up a bit. As the live went on, you both just answered some questions and talked about the projects you’d been working on lately. There were a lot of laughs, and overall you were very satisfied with the fan turnout. A lot of EXO-L’s had heard that Xiumin was on your live, and popped over to say hi as well.

“Well, we’re approaching our hour mark, so unfortunately it’s time to say goodbye.” you huffed disappointedly. You always hated saying goodbye to your fans.

“I suppose so…” Xiumin sighed. He pouted at the camera, making you chuckle.

“Alright, until next time, stay twinkly!” you smiled at the camera, pressing you hand to your lips to do your signature ending. You always blew a kiss to the camera at the end of a live.

However, as you did, Xiumin pressed a kiss to your cheek. You froze, hand falling away from your lips slowly.

“Did you just…?” you asked in bewilderment, looking over at him with doe eyes.

He just sat there with a content shit-eating grin on his face, looking at you innocently.

You looked over at the monitor to see what the fans were saying.

OH MY GOD Y/N-MIN IS HAPPENING !!!

XIUMIN IS BOLD AF

KISS! KISS! KISS!

“ALRIGHT, it’s time to say goodbye Starlight!” you chuckled anxiously, quickly blowing a kiss before exiting out of the live. You swiveled around in your chair to face Xiumin. “What was that?”

“It was just a kiss on the cheek.” he chirped, resting his chin on his hand.

“Yes, but on live? That could’ve been a disaster! What if the fans-“

“What if the fans what?” he interrupted, grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb long the back of it. “They obviously liked us together. And so do I.”

Your heart stopped, and you looked up at him in disbelief. “You… you do?”

He nodded, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I do. I really do. I want something more with you Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile, placing your hand over his. “I do too Xiumin. I’ve wanted it for a while now. I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“It’s understandable. What I did was kind of risky.” he chuckled.

“You think?” you replied sarcastically.

“Come here…” he grumbled, tugging you closer to him. He brought his hands up to the sides of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet and delicate, and everything you had been hoping for. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you leaned into it, deepening it slightly. As you pulled away, your foreheads came to rest against each other.

“You make me so happy, Y/N.” he whispered, squinting his eyes.

“Ditto.” you replied, pecking his lips again.

Suho:

It was the long anticipated MAMA awards, and you and your group were all dressed up in matching indigo gowns. You were all sitting together in your row, watching the performances and applauding as the awards were presented. You were especially entertained by one of the hosts… Suho from EXO.

“Wow, you’re really engrossed in the ceremony Y/N.” Nabi commented, leaning over and nudging you in your side.

“Oh, shut up!” you grunted, slapping her arm away. “I’m just excited to see all our colleagues get rewarded for how hard they’ve worked this year.”

“Yeah, and it has nothing to do with how you’ve had a crush on Suho since the day he accidentally walked in on our dance practice back when we were trainees.” Marie teased you from your other side.

“I’m feeling very ganged up on right now.” you grumbled, crossing your arms. “At least the maknaes respect me enough not to make fun of me.”

“That’s only because they’re such big STAYS that they can’t take their eyes off the stage long enough to realize you’re making googly eyes at the host.” Nabi retorted.

You glanced over at Iseul and Kaori who were totally immersed in Stray Kids’ performance. They were totally in love with Felix and Changbin respectively, and were so jealous when you got to make a cameo in one of their music videos. You promised to get them autographs, but it only eased the pain a little bit.

Everyone broke out into applause as Stray Kids exited the stage and returned to their seats. Suho and Irene walked back to the center of the stage to announce the next award, and a hush fell upon the audience. You looked up at the stage with bright eyes, trying to act as if you were looking at both the hosts, and not just Suho.

“What a wonderful performance from Stray Kids!” he congratulated. “It’s no wonder they’ve already received three awards tonight.”

You laughed along with everyone else, making Nabi and Marie share a knowing glance. You hit them both lightly on the thigh, making them snap away from each other quickly. Sometimes your unni-card came in handy.

“That’s true, but now it’s time to announce the winner of best female group!” Irene beamed, waving the envelope in her hands.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and all five of you looked at each other with wide eyes. It was your first year in the running, and while you weren’t expecting to win, the anticipation was killing you all. Etoile had really taken off last year after Andromeda was released, and was already considered in the realms of Twice and Red Velvet. It was certainly going to be a tense moment, and the whole audience knew it.

You grabbed onto Nabi and Marie’s hands, immediately forgetting about how frustrated they had made you earlier. Marie reached over to hold Iseul and Kaori’s hands. It was a tradition you all started after you won your first award with Andromeda. Even if you weren’t expecting to win, you all held hands to signify your unity. Irene began to unfold the envelope, and everyone was on the edge of their seats.

You glanced up at the stage, and for a moment, you could swear that Suho was looking at you. His eyes were full of admiration and joy. Your heart stopped, and you gripped onto your members hands even harder. Suddenly, Suho glanced over at the envelope in Irene’s hands. His eyebrows raised and his mouth fell open slightly. Forgetting himself, he looked back over at you in the crowd and gave you a small wink. Did that mean that…?

“And the MAMA award for best female group goes to Etoile!” Irene cheered, clapping her hands together excitedly.

The five of you sprung up from your seats, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. There was no way! This had to be a joke. But when you looked behind you and saw nearly all your colleagues, senior and junior, looking at you with praise and pride, you knew it was real.

You looked over at Nabi, who already had tears streaming down your face. You giggled at her emotional reaction, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”

She shook her head, wiping her tears. “I’m… I’m…”

You chuckled at her, taking her hands in your own. “Come on, we have to go accept the award.”

As you led your leader out into the aisle way, you glanced back to see Marie clinging onto her, then Iseul clinging onto Marie, and Kaori clinging onto Iseul. They were all sobbing and barely making it out of their seats without passing out. You shook your head with an amused smile. This always happened. Your members would all be blubbering messes and you were always the only calm one, leading them up the stage like a mother hen.

As you reached the stairs, you looked up to see Suho rushing over to help you up. You couldn’t help the giddy smile that was plastered on your face as his eyes met yours. You took his hand and allowed him to lead you up the steps, with him taking extra care to move slowly enough so that you wouldn’t trip in your heels. As you ascended the last step, he gingerly placed a kiss over the back of your hand. Your eyes went wide, and you could hear your members giggling behind you.

“Congratulations. You deserve this.” he told you, gesturing over to Irene, who was waiting to give you your award.

You gave him an excited, blushy smile and rushed over to Irene, who already had her arms extended to give you a huge hug. As she pulled away, she handed you your award. “I knew you could do it, little sis.” she grinned admiringly.

“Thank you, big sis.” you replied with a small bow, leading your girls over to the microphone to give the speech.

—————

Later that night, you were all at the after party, and everyone there was treating you like the guests of honor. Your friends from Stray Kids came over to congratulate you, making Iseul and Kaori’s millennium.

“Did you see the way Changbin looked at me?” your maknae squealed, clutching the award to her chest. She hadn’t let go of it all night long, treating it like it was her own child. You had to admit, it was adorable to see your “daughter” so excited about your groups’ achievement.

“Yeah, it was the same way Suho was looking at our Y/N during the ceremony.” Nabi teased you once again.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, well you couldn’t look at anything during the ceremony because your eyes were flooded with tears.”

The other girls laughed along with you, except Nabi, who scoffed annoyedly.

“I still can’t believe he kissed your hand though.” Iseul commented, shaking your shoulders excitedly. “I really think you should shoot your shot with him!”

“All I want to do right now is go get some air.” you shut her down, patting her shoulder lovingly. “All this interrogation is making me feel suffocated.”

The four girls chuckled at you, waving you off as you made your way to a secluded hallway. You knew they meant well, but god they were insufferable sometimes.

However as you turnt the corner, lost in thought, you came face first with a solid brick wall. At least, that’s what you thought it was until you looked up to see Suho’s eyes locked in on yours.

“Oh, forgive me, I’m so clumsy!” you apologized frantically, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“No, it’s alright!” he reassured you, placing his hands gingerly on your arms to stabilize you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I just had to get some air.”

“I get it. Being so successful is exhausting.” he replied.

You smiled at him before glancing down at the ground nervously. “We really weren’t expecting to win.”

“What?” he asked you, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Why not? I thought you guys were an absolute shoo-in.”

“Is that why you were staring at me in the crowd?” you asked, feeling a bit more bold.

Now it was his turn to blush and glance down at his shoes. “Maybe. I just knew that my favorite junior group had worked really hard this year and deserved to win the award.”

Your heart slipped a beat. “We’re your favorite junior group?”

He nodded with a playful grin. “Absolutely. And you’re my bias.”

Your mouth impulsively dropped open, making you feel like an idiot. You quickly slapped it shut, adjusting your hair anxiously. “That’s really funny, because you happen to be my bias.”

“Really?” he gaped, copying the same actions you had just taken. You giggled with a nod, making him chuckle. “I guess EXO-L and Starlight are right, we do make a good pairing.”

You squinted your eyes in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you must have been so busy out there that you haven’t had the chance to check social media!” he realized, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. He pulled up a popular fanpage and handed it to you. “It’s all anyone can talk about. Along with how adorable you were leading your group down the aisle.”

You scrolled through the comments, eyes bulging out of your head at how many there were.

suho was so cute kissing Y/N’s hand 🥺 i’m so jealous but i think they’d make an adorable couple

suho rushing over to help Y/N up the stage was the cutest thing ever! he definitely has a lil crush on her <3

did anyone else notice how Suho winked at Y/N in the audience??? and how Y/N was looking at Suho the whole time he was hosting??? they’re literally so in love idc 😤

You fought back the tugging at the corner of your lips, handing Suho back his phone. “That’s amazing.”

“I know. I guess the only thing left for us to do is go out on a date.”

You nodded. “I’d like that very much.”

You both exchanged numbers, then said your goodbyes as he made his way back out into the party. As you got to the bathroom, you shut the door behind you and pressed your back against it, clutching your chest. You had just gotten the award of your dreams and the man of your dreams, all in the same night. How much more lucky could you get?

Lay:

You were having a great time in China with Marie, being chosen as guest mentors for an idol training program. A lot of the girls on the show were fans, and your appearances were bringing in a lot of new Chinese Starlights.

You were reaching the end of your filming, running through the last steps of your dance practice with the girls. You and Marie were standing at the front of the room with your backs’ to the door, and you were so entranced with watching your girls’ practice that you didn’t even hear the door open behind you.

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms was thrown around the two of you, making you both jump. Your head whipped around quickly, and your eyes widened as you realized who it was.

“Yixing!” you both cheered, turning around in his arms to hug him.

He flashed a smile at you before wrapping his arms around the two of you tightly.

The girls all finished their dance and cheered at the arrival of another mentor, one that they had been working with for quite a while now.

“Alright girls, I think it’s time for a break!” you announced. They all thanked you and bowed before filing out, leaving the three of you alone in the dance practice room.

“I didn’t know you guys’ were going to be on the show!” Yixing beamed, putting his hands on his hips. “I came in to do the dance practice with the girls today and they were all gone, then the producers told me you were guest mentoring today, and I just had to come say hi.”

“Yes you did!” you agreed. “We’ve missed you so much at SM! You were our favorite senior!”

He blushed slightly, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve missed you guys too. But I really like the work I’m doing over here.”

“Of course, we understand that.” Marie reassured him. “It just gets hard without your expertise sometimes.”

You all laughed, shifting slightly.

“Alright, I think that’s enough footage for now.” the camera man announced. “The main focus of the episode is going to be the vocal practice so you guys are good to go.”

You and Marie thanked him, then turned back to Yixing.

“So, if you guys aren’t doing anything tonight, do you wanna get dinner together? It’ll be my treat.” he offered with a cute smile.

You blushed slightly. “I’d love to.”

“Thank you, but I’ll pass. I think I pulled something in my shoulder today.” Marie grumbled, rolling her shoulder back a few times. “But you guys have fun.”

“Okay, no worries. Y/N and I will have a great time together without you.” Yixing teased her, ruffling her hair. She pushed him away with a scowl. He had always treated Marie like a little sister, which made you laugh because she was usually so tough and headstrong.

He turned back towards you. “Text me which hotel you’re at, and we can meet up around 7 if that’s okay?”

You nodded, smiling brightly at him. “It’s a date!” You cringed internally. Why would you say that?

He said his goodbyes and left the room, leaving you and Marie to yourselves.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” she huffed, punching you on the arm lightly.

“For what?” you asked, grabbing your purse.

“For making up that lie about my shoulder so you could have a dinner alone with Yixing.” she grinned, taking a few swigs from her water bottle before continuing. “I’m missing out on a great dinner just so you can make a move with your crush, so you better not waste it.”

—————

“And so I’m standing there in the middle of the subway in a Sailor Moon costume, looking around for my members, and they’re just nowhere to be seen! I had to take the subway all the way back to the dorms in that ridiculous outfit!”

Yixing threw his head back in laughter at your story, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. “Oh my gosh, they did not leave you there by yourself!”

“Yes they did! And that’s why you don’t leave the group to get coffee after shooting a music video.” you concluded, rolling your eyes.

He was rolling, small tears forming in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. “Ah, that’s too funny. I mean, not for you, but… as a listener.”

You nodded, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “No it’s okay. It’s unfortunate, but hilarious.”

“I’m so glad I asked you out to dinner tonight.” he commented, eyes looking into yours and sparkling with sincerity. “I meant it when I said I’ve missed you.”

“I did too. It’s not the same without you there.” you replied.

He seemed to be reaching across the table for your hand. Your heart stopped in anticipation.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

You squinted your eyes and exhaled an annoyed sigh. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, go ahead and answer it.” he chuckled awkwardly.

You practically ripped your phone out of your purse and hit the answer button, hardly even looking at who it was. “What?!” you spat.

“Y/N! For the love of god check your phone!” Nabi screeched on the other end of the line.

“Nabi? Why, what’s going on? Are the girls okay?” you asked worriedly.

“Yeah, we’re all fine! Just check your phone!” your leader demanded, then hung up the phone.

You looked over at Yixing in confusion.

“Everything okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I don’t know. Nabi just screamed at me to check my phone.” you shrugged, beginning to scroll through your text messages. First was the group chat you had with the members.

Nabi 🦋: “Y/N Y/L/N YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO”

Marie 🐈‍⬛: “Relax, I just ditched dinner so she could be alone with Yixing. They’re not dating yet. No one call her, you’ll ruin their date.”

Iseul 🐶: “YES! FINALLY!”

Kaori 🐥: “Wait, Y/N and Yixing are dating???”

Iseul 🐶: “Y/N? Who asked who out?”

Kaori 🐥: “I’m so glad my parents are finally together :)”

Nabi 🦋: “CALL ME RN.”

Marie 🐈‍⬛: “You guys are literal idiots.”

You knit your brows in confusion before switching over to your other text messages. Why were they talking about you and Yixing dating? And how did they even know you were out with him?

Yeri 💜: “bestie, have you seen this?” *article attached*

Taeyong 🌹: “Y/N, have you been on twitter recently? There’s some stuff you might wanna see…”

Ten 🐱: “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING OUT WITH YIXING?! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS 😭”

Karina ❤️: “yessss get it girl!” *photo attached*

Manager 🫡: “Call me when you get a chance. It’s important.”

Yixing reached for your hand again, actually holding it this time. “Y/N… what’s going on?”

You looked at him helplessly, feeling your heart swell with anxiety. “There’s dating rumors about us. I’m guessing the fans saw us on that tv show and then saw us here together.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but was interrupted by his own cell phone ringing loudly in his pocket.

He sighed, grabbing his coat. “Let’s go to my place. I have a feeling we’ll be sorting this out all night.”

—————

You had just gotten back to Yixing’s place, and were currently sitting on the sofa waiting for your manager to pick up his phone. He had gone into his bedroom to talk to his own manager, telling you to just make yourself comfortable.

You tapped your foot anxiously as your phone rang. You had no idea what your manager was going to say. Would he be angry? Understanding? Just as confused as you were?

“Hey Y/N.” he finally answered.

“Hey.” you sighed, feeling your stomach turn. You prepared yourself for the worst.

“How are you holding up kid?” he asked, seemingly genuinely concerned.

“About as good as I can. I still don’t really know what’s going on.” you replied.

“Well, I just got done talking to the company. They said the response is mostly positive. They’ve given you the okay to confirm the relationship.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. That was pretty much the opposite of what you were expecting to hear. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s really interesting. Apparently they saw the two of you hugging and bantering on that idol show you’re on right now and thought it was really sweet. Then someone posted that picture of the two of you at that restaurant and the comments were just flooded with approval.” he laughed, seemingly just as perplexed as you were. “I’ve gotta say, I have to agree with them. You guys do look good together.”

You chuckled, pushing your hair back in amazement. “Oh my gosh. I have no idea what to do now.”

“Are you with Yixing right now?” your manager asked.

“Mmhm. He’s in the other room talking to his manager.” you replied.

“Okay. You two can talk it over for a bit. Let me know what decision you come to.” he instructed. “Take care, kid.”

“Okay, I will. Talk to you in a bit.” you told him, hanging up the phone. You sighed in relief, tossing your phone onto the coffee table. You sunk down onto the sofa and shut your eyes, rubbing them slightly.

Suddenly, Yixing emerged from the hallway. He chuckled at your disheveled appearance, walking over to sit down next to you. “You good?”

“Honestly, I’m better off than I thought I would be.” you answered with an amused smirk. “My manager just told me the response is mostly positive.

“Mine said the same thing.” he nodded. “Now it’s just up to us.”

You sat up, folding your hands in your lap. “So, what do we want to do?”

He shrugged casually. “I’d like to confirm it.”

Your heart stopped. “You do?”

He smiled, dimples showing prominently. “Y/N, I’ve had a crush on you for years. Now thanks to the fans, I might actually have a chance with you.

Your face broke out into an enormous grin, and you began to feel butterflies in your stomach. This was really too good to be true.

“Alright, I’ll call my manager and tell him to confirm it.” you beamed, reaching for your phone.

He grabbed your wrist delicately, stopping you. “Wait, just a second…” He then leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on your cheek.

Your face heated up, and you touched your hand to your cheek lightly, looking at him perplexedly. “What was that for?”

“For giving me a night I’ll never forget.”

Baekhyun:

It was the fans’ dream come true. A collab between SuperM and GOT the Beat. All the male and female legends of SM were going to be together in one music video.

You were all currently shooting the music video. The director’s vision was to mix up the different ages and genders in individual cuts to showcase the true unity of the super groups. Taemin, Hyoyeon, and Kai were put together since they were a fan favorite grouping. Taeyong and Taeyeon were another paring. Ten and Seulgi were partners, as well as Mark and Iseul. Then, Karina and Winter did their section together. BoA, Wendy, and Lucas were the last trio. That left you and Baekhyun, who had been your idol and celebrity crush since you were 16.

Karina and Iseul winked at you before walking off into their own groupings, making you scowl and roll your eyes. You turned back to Baekhyun with a weak smile, bowing politely.

“It’s so nice to meet you formally.” you stammered meekly. “I’m a huge fan. You’re actually one of my biggest inspirations as a main vocalist.”

Damnit, you thought, that probably made me sound like such a nerd.

Baekhyun’s face lit up in the most genuine smile, he was practically giggling in contentment at your confession. “That’s so wonderful to hear! I’m honored to have inspired the best female vocalist at this company.”

You gasped, eyes going wide. “Oh I’d hardly call myself the best, especially considering what powerhouses I get to work with in GTB!”

He chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning closer to you. “Your nickname is ‘angel voice’ for a reason.” He seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with you by the second. The two of you seemed to just click instantly.

“Would you like to hear a secret?” he practically whispered. You nodded and turnt your ear towards his lips with an intrigued grin. “You give quite a bit of inspiration to me as well Y/N. I might just be your biggest Starlight.”

You gasped again, this time out of excitement. “You’re kidding!” you exclaimed.

He shook his head, playful smile still wide on his face. “Why would I lie to my favorite junior?”

You rolled your eyes and blushed, looking away in embarrassment. He really knew how to fluster you. Luckily, the director had just walked over to you and was about to start shooting.

“Alright Y/N and Baekhyun! We’ve got a lot of good visuals and vocals between the two of you so I’m very excited to shoot these cuts!” she beamed, clapping her hands together. “We’re going to take a teaser photo first, then we’re just going to roll the cameras to get some b roll for the music video.” The both of you nodded understandingly before moving over to the shooting area.

“Let’s start by having Y/N stand in the foreground looking straight at the camera.” the director ordered. “Baekhyun, how about you put an arm around her chest and place the other hand delicately on her waist. Now, tilt your head towards her as if you’re whispering in her ear.”

Your heart stopped as you both assumed the position. You had filmed music videos with other male artists before, so the intimacy wasn’t the issue. It was the fact that Byun Baekhyun was going to be just inches away from your ear and holding you close to him.

You froze as he placed his hand on your waist.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly enough that only you could hear him.

You smiled appreciatively and nodded slightly. He then placed the other arm around your chest and gripped his fingers securely onto your shoulder as if to comfort you. He was really making it easy to lean into his touch, and soon you were comfortably standing there in his arms, giving the camera your best smize.

“You’re breathtaking, Y/N.” he murmured, a wholesome smirk evident on his face. You couldn’t help but flash a huge, toothy grin at his compliment. As soon as you did, the cameras flashed, signaling that your photo had been taken.

“Beautiful, you guys! That was a perfect photo!” the director praised. “We don’t even need to take a second one. Now just do your thing while we roll the cameras for some b roll.”

“The camera loves us together.” Baekhyun commented, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh.

You glanced down at him with a teasing side eye, clamping your hands onto the arm he had around your chest. “Well, the camera’s apparantley not the only one.”

“Ah, so sassy for a junior.” he scoffed, leaning closer to your ear. “Someone should teach you a thing or two about respecting your elders.” he hissed out teasingly.

“And are you going to be that someone?” you chuckled, an amused grin making its way onto your expression despite how hard you tried to fight it.

“I might be.” he grinned, rocking you in his arms a bit. “But I’d have to take you out first.”

You turned around to face him, forgetting about the cameras in front of you for a second. “Are you genuinely asking me out on a date?” you inquired.

“That’s usually what someone means when they say they’d like to take you out. Unless they’re an assassin.” he chuckled, placing his hands on your hips.

You laughed nervously, gripping onto his arms with your hands. “Baekhyun, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I mean, we’re idols. I know we don’t have a dating ban anymore, but it’s still risky.”

“I’m willing to take that chance.” he reassured you, staring into your eyes with a carefree smile. “You’d be worth it, without question.”

You grinned uncontrollably wide, glancing down at the floor bashfully. “I… I just don’t know.”

“Think about it, okay?” he practically pleaded.

You looked up into his big brown puppy dog eyes, which were glimmering with hope and sincerity. It was impossible to say no. “Okay, I will. I promise.”

“That was incredible guys!” the director suddenly interrupted your intimate moment, making you spring away from each other. “Now let’s do some lip synching to the lyrics!”

—————

The fans’ response the collab was amazing. Many were calling it a shoo-in for song of the year, and one of the best decisions SM had ever made.

“Hey Y/N! Have you read the comments on our music video?” Karina asked you as she approached you in the SM hallway on your way back from vocal practice.

“No, I haven’t gotten the chance to yet.” you explained. “Why?”

She raised her eyebrows at you suggestively. “Well, you definitely should. Apparantley there’s a lot about you and a certain main vocalist you were paired up with.”

Your heart sunk. “Oh no, are the fans upset?”

“No, not at all!” your junior chuckled. “In fact, they’re shipping you guys together.”

You couldn’t help the idiotic smile that flashed onto your face. “Really?”

“Yes, so why don’t you just go out with him already? Taeyong and Ten told me he’s absolutely smitten with you!” Karina whined, tugging on your arm slightly.

You rolled your eyes, pushing her away. “Shouldn’t you be getting to your dance practice, Miss Leader?”

She gasped and began to take off down the hall. “Shoot, you’re right! See you later, Y/N!”

You chuckled at her silliness, then leaned up against the wall and whipped out your phone. You pulled up the music video and began scrolling through the comments.

Wow, Y/N and Baekhyun look really good together <3

Y/N-hyun is my new favorite ship 👀

Anyone else think Baekhyun and Y/N would make the best power couple in kpop history???

You let out a baffled scoff at the positive response. Maybe it was silly to be so worried about dating him. Suddenly, you took off down the hallway with renewed purpose, knowing exactly where you had to go.

As you arrived at Baekhyun’s studio, you knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. And he did, peering out with a smile and fixing his hair at the sight of you.

“Y/N? What are you-“

He was cut off by you grabbing his face and delicately pressing your lips against his. It was just a small peck, but it was ever so sweet, and let him know just how you felt about him.

“I thought about it.” you said once you pulled away. “Let’s go out.”

He put his hands on your hips, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank god. I was starting to think you didn’t like me.” He leaned down to kiss you again, longer and more passionately than the last time.

Chen:

“That was awesome, Kaori!” you complimented your maknae from the other side of the recording booth. She had just finished her rap feature for one of the songs on your solo album. “You’re good to go, kid.”

“You sure?” she asked, removing her headphones. “I can stay and help you with the rest if you want.”

“Nah it’s cool, you’re a growing girl. You need your sleep.” you told her with a reassuring smile. “Besides, you know how particular I am about things.”

“Alright mom.” she chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Just don’t pass out in the studio again. Nabi ran all over like a mad woman trying to find you last time.”

“I promise I won’t. I’ll see you back at the dorms in the morning.” you replied, waving her off.

You sighed as the door shut behind her, slumping down in your chair. You moved on to organizing all your tracks and adjusting them to your liking. It was a tedious process, but you knew it would be worth it when your solo album was finally out. You wanted to do this, for yourself and for your fans.

After what felt like a few hours of working, someone came through the door. You huffed irritatedly.

“Kaori, I told you to go to sleep…” you stopped mid-sentence as you realized the person at the door was definitely not Kaori. “Oh, Chen! What are you doing here?”

He chuckled at your sudden change of attitude. “Oh, I was working in the studio at the end of the hall and heard someone tinkering around on my way out. I thought I’d check it out.” He sat down in the chair next to yours. “How long have you been at this?”

You glanced at the clock. How the hell was it 3 am? You sighed before answering him. “Five hours, I suppose”

He pressed his lips together and nodded understandingly. “Yeah, that’s about what I figured. Come on, we’re taking a break.” He patted your shoulder and stood up from his chair.

“What? No, I can’t…” you protested, gesturing to the monitor in front of you.

“You most certainly can.” he retorted, putting his hands on his hips assertively, but still keeping a smile on his face. “Let’s go get you some food and water, and we’ll come right back. It won’t take more than ten minutes.”

You sat there for a moment, just staring at him blankly, not quite knowing what else to say that might make him give up.

“Don’t make me use my dad voice.” he threatened.

“Alright, I’m going…” you sighed defeatedly, grabbing your coat as you stood up and followed him out into the hallway.

—————

He was true to his word, the walk to the convenience store and back only took about ten minutes. You were now back in the recording room, snacks strewn about everywhere, going over your tracks with Chen.

“I think this is really solid!” he complimented you. “Obviously you’ll want to do a few tweaks here and there, but this is really good. You should be proud.”

“Awh, thanks Chen!” you replied gratefully. “One of the things I was thinking about doing was…”

The two of you went back and forth bouncing ideas between each other, adjusting parts of the songs and making them perfect.

“Okay, I’m gonna save your original, but I’ll tweak it how I would do it, and then I’ll show it to you.” he proposed, taking over the sound board. “Just hang tight for a sec, okay?”

“Roger that.” you told him, giving him a thumbs up. You rested your head against your arms, which were folded up on the desk in front of you. Suddenly it hit you how tired you were. Your eyelids felt like they weighed 100 pounds, and the soft clicks of Chen using the keyboard seemed to be lulling you off to sleep like a metronome. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes closed for the last time, and you were dozing off right there in the studio.

“Okay, I’m done…” he stated, swiveling around to face you. He chuckled as he realized you had fallen asleep right next to him. “This kid…” he laughed, shaking his head. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you, posting it on instagram and tagging Etoile’s account.

Hey Starlight, just thought you’d like to know how hard your main vocal is working on her solo album! I know I can’t wait for it to come out!

He clicked the post button, then shoved his phone back in his pocket. He saved all your work, then shut off all the lights and machines. Once everything was taken care of, he grabbed one of your arms and threw you over his back, beginning to carry you back to the dorms.

—————

Needless to say, you were highly confused when you woke up in your own bed the next day. Furrowing your brows, you threw on your slippers and walked out into the dining room to see Nabi and Kaori at the table eating breakfast.

“There’s our sleeping beauty.” Nabi teased with a loving smirk. “Got in pretty late last night, huh?”

“Dude, I don’t even know how I got home.” you yawned, trudging over to the coffee pot.

“Oh, you don’t remember? Chen brought you home!” Kaori told you. “He said you passed out in the studio again.

“Yeah, the fans are talking about the picture he posted. They think it’s super cute.” Nabi explained, pulling up the post on her phone.

You took a sip of your coffee before grabbing the phone from her hand. You smiled as you read the caption, then began scrolling through the comments.

awh, chen is such a good big brother to our y/n! 🥺

thank you for saving y/n from nabi’s wrath XD

look at chen being a proud dad, i’m sobbing 😭

i love the wholesome sibling vibes these two have!

You grinned as you gave Nabi her phone back. “He is kind of like an older brother. That was really sweet of him to bring me home. I should thank him.”

You sat down at the table with your coffee and pulled out your phone, only to see that he had already texted you.

Chen ✌🏻: “Just so you know, I’m making you feature in one of MY solo songs sometime soon. I can already tell your album is going to be huge, and I need your talents 👀”

You laughed at his demanding tone, typing up your own reply.

Y/N 🦢: “aye aye cap’n 🫡 also thanks for getting me home last night :)”

Chen ✌🏻: “No problem, just don’t pass out in the studio again or Nabi and I will BOTH come after you 👊🏻”

“So if you’re my mom, and Chen is your big brother, does that make him my uncle?” Kaori asked with a confused expression.

“I guess so.” you shrugged with a smile. Your found family at SM just seemed to keep growing and growing, but you couldn’t complain. It was nice to work with people who cared about you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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