#...........i said i was going to write this with ksoo

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But do you think sm will let ji go just like that? What about your opinion on this? I mean on ji's contract renewal. Is there a huge possibility that he will renew or the other way around?

Tbvh I never wanted to answer these kind of questions, The admins told me to avoid Them. because before all this happened we knew everything we got rumors about CBX and Chanyeol conflicts with SM and Jongdae's issue with SM that they don't give a fuck about him and stuff, even about Ksoo.

But the issue is! Those were all rumors the admins said if they shared them and something doesn't go as they said then that would harm their credibility. So I don't share some stuff just because some fans here are so hateful and wait for the smallest slightest chance to jump on the admins and talk shit and attack them ( from what I've saw in the 1500+ asks in the asks box) . I still can see in the asks box hurtful and hateful asks talking shit (to the other admins). So I play it smart and don't share anything except KAISOO related and if I'm sure from it, because at the end of the day no one appreciates the efforts and they just bash you for providing info if it doesn't go well with their fantasies or imagination or what they heard! Sometimes the issue is so controversial you can't share anything about it.

I can't know Everything! Nor could the previous admins. Of course sometimes I and them just say our opinions on an issue ! And I saw from last posts, sometimes they shared just mere rumors they heard and they clearly mentioned as : "It's just a rumor" or " this is just my opinion" but people think of it as a fact! As a confirmed info from your side! And they hold you culprit for it if it doesn't happen ! Hello? It's just a rumor they clearly said it in a disclaimer.

Sorry not sorry for the rant.

Back to Topic, I was told by the admins that this is how I should write in terms of separated paragraphs as the " full length no spaced paragraphs" tend to get overwhelming and hard to read. I was taught to write the same way they did because this is what this audience was used to and they know how to consume and read the content of this page like THIS. I was asked to write in colors and bold characters when it's an important point . I even get my posts reviewed at first haha . Am I being recruited or what?

Back to the topic again, 😅 I just noticed I didn't go the topic earlier.

They won't let him go. They still want Exo as a group! Which is why they set this stupid condition in their exclusive contracts that if they want solo activities under another company it should be a company they made themselves or in a company of each other. For example Ji can make a Unit with Ksoo under Ksoo's company D'You get it?

So this is why I think he can do something under Ksoo's or Chanyeol's or Baekhyun's or His own company. Which brings us back to the point of "Yes! There's hope and room for Kadi Unit" but IF Ksoo's company wouldn't be only focused on managing his acting career.

When a band members leave the company there should always be someone under that company to ensure the safety of the Name of the band and the brand of the band and handle projects and profits and solve problems and issues related to the " band and the company" 's older conflicts upon unpaid shows or unpaid promotions or unfinished projects etc... to settle everything down before all of them leave if they all want to leave (which is what I think Exo would do) though Suho is still studying Business management on a larger spectrum he's engraving himself in the business world on a deeper scale he's meeting with big companies CEOs and shareholders and managers and businessmen in SM and in the industry to get the skills to build an empire of a Company. Suho is very smart ! He's not leaving until he's ready 1000%. Ji is the same he's given the best projects and deals and promotions when he asks for them, SM has no plans on Letting him go him and Baekhyun.

But Ji still has the choice to leave when his contract ends, I mean no one can stop him when it's officially expired! Unless! They give him a very very tempting and convincing Deal with Immense profit. And his exclusive contract that he signed last year after the original 7+3= 10 years contract ended will be frozen for two years due to military so he ain't going nowhere for the time being. Seeing that SM said only one member didn't sign the contract and that was Ksoo. So his exclusive contract he signed with the members last December will be frozen until he comes back.

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you feel like magic.

— summary: byun baekhyun offers the nicest services for anyone who needs it—call certain number and be prepared to spend the best night of your life with a call boy, ready to meet the expectations of your wildest dreams. the golden star of his business, kim jongin, also known as kai when seducing his clients, thinks there is more to it, much more when he accidentally gets a call from someone who doesn’t know about his call boy ways. is sex really everything in this era?

— title: you feel like magic — pairing: kim jongin x reader — genre: call boy!au ; web designer!au ; strangers to friends to lovers!au ; meeting through the phone!au ; meet cute!au ; slice of life!au — type: fluff ; angst ; suggestive ; drama ; romance — word count: 12,910

His sweetener tongue meets the roof of his mouth, plush lips parted to welcome the coldness of the night. It’s at moments like this that he wishes to be like the walkers by this horrid side of the city, sporting long coats and hands hidden in the depths of his pockets; perhaps, they rush out of their nine-to-five jobs, seeking for the warmth of their homes once they reach them. Jongin lets his shiny boots roam over the concrete-made sidewalk, kicking a rock to make it roll to the center of the street. A lonesome moment leaves the pebble in tranquility before a car moves it further away, or dissipates it into the thin air. He doesn’t know anymore.

What he knows is how to keep the buttons of his shirt opened enough to capture the glimpses of a few women, four to be exact, rushing to stay away from the cold night that ventures into the possible rain that has yet to appear. They cup their mouths to speak beneath themselves, and he takes this moment to run his fingers through his bleached blonde locks, barely sending a smile before they widen their eyes and laugh beneath themselves. Not his usual clients, but he’s made to charm people, right?

The leather of his pants rubs against his thighs, doing nothing to protect him as he waits for a fancy car, perhaps a expensive-looking woman to pull up in front of him and invite him to the nearest hotel. Made to please those who pay him, is how Kim Jongin would describe himself. A mess of seduction that ended up in various sheets just because of his words. Visual matters aside, the real key to getting someone to have the time of their lives while laying in bed and trusting another person with sex comes with the talent of speaking. Dulcet, sweet, with the right amount of spice and a vibrato after his tone. Goofiness aside and exchanged for something desirable—never quite enough to sedate, for he wants his clients to see him one more time.

One more time means more money.

It means a recurrent client.

That, in the call boy world, simply translates to a phrase: sex sells and you have to make them obsessed with your sex, your shared nights, whatever it is that they desire.

The few sprinkles of rain fall when he takes his phone out of his pocket, the black device matching his clothing and the grayness of the night, a little bit over ten and yet, left abandoned to wait for whoever the fuck knows how long. What he needs right now is some money for the week, the recognition that comes with a newcomer, and the promise of excellently paid nights that had been the only thing his boss, Baekhyun, had talked about for the entirety of the afternoon.

Instead, his phone lights up with an unknown number, calling him at the peak of night. It’s rare for clients to call him directly—hell, and he doesn’t even think about the option of a real hook-up calling him. Jongin hasn’t had one of those in a while; maybe over eight months, if not more. Something about sex isn’t quite as appealing anymore, at least, not in his personal life. Not in his free time.

Byun Baekhyun, with his black hair and big pockets filled with money coming from the men he assesses, wouldn’t man up enough to give his number around. He had done it in the past; something about a new way of making money he had been speaking about (“Seriously, Jongin.” The man had said at the time, crossing one leg over the other as he sat on the edge of his pristine glassed desk. “Phone sex is the new it-thing. People are just too busy to spend hours having sex…or, I don’t know, you could sext people? I’m sure you can make your dick look nice for a picture.”), but he never pulled through with it. Too personal, as well as too risqué—someone could record him, send the pictures to someone else, taint his name as a call boy (if he can even do that, he’s already socially tainted), and if that’s what he wanted, he would’ve been a porn star instead.

He could just ignore it.

But there, in that dangerous side of the crowded city, with his back pressed to a concrete wall, hiding in the shadows, he finds nothing better to do. If the call is some woman trying to get inside his pants, he may as well ask her to meet up with him and just get tonight’s worth in money. Clearing his throat, he lifts his eyebrows, using his arm to support the elbow thanks to his lifted hand, speaking into the phone with certainty.

“Hello, who’s this?” Jongin doesn’t have time to lose, tranquility and sweetness long exchanged for something more serious. The timbre of his voice remains seductive, knowing the difference between his character as a call boy and who he really is. Kai promises a good night, while Jongin thinks a good night is being able to crash in his bed without having to worry about getting out at midnight and fucking someone. And doing good at it, which is even worse. It’s not as easy as people make it out to be.

“Oh, you don’t sound like a girl.”

The voice is much too innocent, one would call it aloof, and with the rain pouring down on him, he can only hide beneath the smallest roof, looking at the droplets of rain that pool by his feet. It’s not the first time someone has called him with that tone, as if she’s ready to get over the pure side of her and exchange it for something else, but it is the first time someone tells him he doesn’t sound like a girl, as a sentence starter at that.

“I’m not one, that’s why.” Jongin breathes out, eyes widening when he sees a car pull up in front of the street, he finds himself in. However, a man rushes out of one of the buildings and enters the platinum car, leaves with a harsh pull of the door, and the car pulls off. “Were you looking for a girl?”

“I’m—Uh, I was trying to call my friend Hyuna.” The woman on the other end breathes out. “Are you her boyfriend?”

A girlfriend. He hasn’t had one of those in a while, and it’s mostly his fault. How does one tell the woman they love that he is a call boy? That each night, when he said he was going out to work, he went out with other women to be able to give himself a respectable life? The way his ex’s face fell when she discovered everything, from his job to how it started, still replays in his head from time to time. An asshole, he has been, and yet, he doesn’t have enough time in his life to sit down and regret it, tearfully reminiscent of the way his entire world had changed.

“Unless I have a girlfriend I don’t know about, I would tell you you’ve got the wrong number, sweetie.” He doesn’t know why the last part slips from his tongue. Maybe, because something in her tone tells him that she is having a bad night, just like him, one of those moments where it feels like everyone lives their lives correctly, and you’re the only one that hasn’t quite fit in the adult world.

“Oh.” She breathes out, the sound of a door closing following her statement before she clears her throat. “Well, that’s unfortunate.”

“I think it is.” And he should leave it at that, but given that his ‘date’ for the night is nowhere in fucking sight, he may embark in some conversation with the melancholy made woman over the phone. “Did you need anything from your friend?”

For a moment, she pauses, hesitating, and Jongin really thinks he has fucked it up. You see, small talk is not normally something he takes part on unless someone pays really well. He goes out to dinner, holds their hands for a while, makes them feel beautiful and then, he’s off towards the natural route. Sex in whatever way his client wanted. “…Kind of…” She breathes out, a ragged sigh following her statement. “I mean, I hoped that we could have a girl chat, but I’m over here talking to some stranger while I can’t even talk to the love of my life—”

Oh, someone who likes to rant. He hasn’t met one of those since the afternoon when Baekhyun was talking wonders about the client that has yet to appear. He doesn’t know if he still likes it. “You can’t talk to your significant other?”

“That’s the thing, he’s not my significant other.” Well, this is taking the casual route of ‘high school problems that shouldn’t be present in adult life, but for some people, they do’. “I’ve been in love with him since college and, uh, well, now we’re very much graduated, very much into our adult lives and he just started working at my workplace after years of not seeing him. And he’s single. H—Hot, too.”

See?

This is the issue one would have in high school, when you’re a teen and you don’t know better, meaning that Jongin should be laughing at this matter. Cackling at the stutter in her tone, had he not found it refreshing. Have people continued to be adorable in this era, or is it just her?

“Did he make a move on you in college?”

“Kind of.”

“And what happened?”

“Well, Donghae was not quite ready for a relationship then, so…I didn’t even try to continue the flirting. We just became friends.”

“Has he made a move now?”

“…No…”

“Then, show him who’s boss and who’s taking the reins now. You have more balls than him and you get to make the shots. Nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and gets it.” Jongin looks over to the street one last time, a small smile appearing on his face when he sees a woman over her forties getting out of a red convertible. That stage of unknowingness that comes with the forties doesn’t only affect men, he thinks, but by the way she quirks an eyebrow, wrinkles a little bit more prominent than his usual client, and how she licks her red lips, he knows he won’t have to do much.

“Oh, wow, I would’ve never thought about it that way. H—How do you know so much about relationships?”

Jongin starts walking, one leg in front of the other as he gets drenched in rain. If he’s lucky, that will get him naked sooner, and the job will be over before he knows it, able to go back home and have a nice night of sleep. “Well, baby,” He whispers, a smile on his face. “You’ve just called a call boy. I know what both women and men find sexy. One, because I’m a man. Two, because I go out with a lot of women.”

“Fuck no?” She questions, and Jongin has to chuckle at her tone.

“You swear?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sounds cute in your voice, honey, but—” He speaks into the speaker, getting closer to his client of the night. “I really have to hang up. I have a client, you see.”

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” Though, he feels like laughing at that moment—something he doesn’t do often when he’s in the job, more like he has never done such thing, but soon after, their communication cuts short with a brief goodbye. “Thanks for the advice…I didn’t get your name.”

“Kai.” Though, he says it to the woman in front of him as well, extending his hand for her to take before he presses the pillows of his lips to her knuckles. A classic for older women.

Just at that, he hangs up, putting his phone inside his pocket before speaking again.

“Owe me a phone for being late, young lady.” He speaks up, biting down on his lip when the woman chuckles.

“With that smile I’ll buy you two, hon.”

That’s always better.

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What connects Baekhyun and Jongin is that they were once both strippers. Not at the same time. Not under the same circumstances. And definitely not with the same conclusions. Baekhyun ended up with his own call-boy business, with men he recruited from his group of friends or from strip-clubs, never once tangling himself in the sheets of other women, becoming a husband and a magnate after dancing on tables and poles. Now, that’s a good ending.

His white denim jacket remains open, abdomen in full display as he hooks his fingers on the necklace around his neck. He knows what he is doing—these parties that Baekhyun invites him to go to are simple business moves. Jongin looks more like a boy-next-door, easy hook-up, an Angel in Hell, when he’s in the strip-clubs. Stealing someone’s clients’, for sure, but also embarking those clients that don’t know much about him. It makes Baekhyun earn more; it gives him the benefit of looking like a party-goer and getting more money than intended. Life is good when they attend these big events with heirs over heirs fighting just for some love.

The bass thrums against his ribcage, the hands of some woman ending up on his belt, his plump lips parting to connect with her pink mouth, tongue coming forward just the slightest as his hand becomes one with her neck, thumb touching the column of her throat and stealing a breath away from her. Smaller than him, definitely a bit above twenties, wearing a golden dress that she had talked about when they had just met—Louis Vuitton, something of the like, but Jongin prefers Gucci, in his own opinion. His client for the night, now fully aware of the call boy he is, sucks on his bottom lip, cornering him against the entrance door, the red lights of the strip club shadowing him, the white ones falling on the women and men scattered across the stage, all in their own poles.

She pushes her gray hair off her shoulders, when the elongated strands are moved away, he can see the figure in her eyes, grasping his fingertips to tighten his hold around her neck. “Where’s the nearest hotel, call boy?”

“Like twenty minutes away.”

Hwa groans from the back of her throat, the necklace around her neck swinging to glisten its diamonds right at his face. Oh, money, that’s what everyone loves, ain’t it? “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“I can do the job in the car, but the prices are higher for lack of comfort.” Jongin jokes around, though he’s using his eyes to his favor. A glisten of those almond-shaped majesties and he can get everything he wants. “But I can wait for you, Hwa.”

The woman takes her keys out of her bag, shaking her head at his antics. “No, Kai. I’m getting you in that car as soon as possible and you’re doing your job. I can’t wait.”

You see, when Jongin was younger, something like twenty and twenty-one, he would’ve loved this kind of response. He used to love having someone for a month, rubbing that spot of romance before letting it go for lust. It was fun, until it wasn’t. Until working as a bartender had developed into something stronger—being promised to dance, ending up taking his shirt off in front of everyone, making appearances in bachelorette parties, translated into women wanting to be with him. With taxes to pay and a roof to maintain, Jongin promised himself he’d do it once—once to get a ring for his then girlfriend. Once and it would be over.

Once.

Once and a thousand times.

Once.

Once and then, again.

Hwa swings her hips as she tries to find her car in the parking lot, and Jongin follows suit. He takes the time to button his jacket up, the glances of a few partygoers getting through him. When it’s out under the lights like this, he doesn’t feel quite as confident. People judge him for what he does, he knows this, but when he’s left in the shadows, existing in solitude, the smoke waving his vision into nothingness, it’s all he has to do. Easy money to live the life that makes him feel more complete; beer in the freezer ready for him to take when he’s stressed, an apartment bigger than the one he used to have, and all his taxes paid.

A white car opens its doors when she presses the red button on the keys, a big smile appearing on her face when Jongin leans forward and captures her lips once again. What does he have to think about to feel better? He always tells himself this is going to be the last client, but it’s never the case. It doesn’t feel better to kiss someone else, to end up in whatever surface doing the nastiest thing he can imagine.

It’s not fun anymore.

Was it ever fun to start with?

His phone rings inside his jeans, making him frown as he tries to concentrate on the kiss. It must be Baekhyun trying to ask him how he’s doing, but after one missed call, the phone rings again. This time around, Hwa pulls away, looking at him with a scrunch of her nose before rolling her eyes.

“Aren’t you going to get it?” Annoyance rips from her throat and Jongin sighs. That’s why someone as pretty as her goes to a call boy, maybe, because that attitude of hers definitely isn’t a good thing. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he stares at the unknown number that somehow feels so familiar to him. Another sigh rips from his throat when he puts his phone up to his ear, speaking into the speaker with intent.

“Hello?”

“Kai!” The cheery, pure, somehow adorable tone in the other end almost has him pressing red, but instead, he tries to hide the smile on his face. “Uh…how are you doing?”

“I’m at the job, honey.” He replies, something that doesn’t quite settle well with Hwa, pushing at his belt and trying to get him closer to her. Pushy bitch. “Is there anything you need? Why did you call me again? Thought it was Hyuna?”

The golden skin of the back of his neck creates goosebumps when she chuckles softly, falling into soft silence. “I actually needed advice. You know, from someone who knows much more about the subject than me. But, if you’re busy—”

Somehow, he can’t bring himself to say no. This is the only person that looks for him without actually looking at him. If she’s interested in talking, it’s because that’s the actual truth.

“Baby, I can call you later if you really need to, but right now, I’m trying to earn some money…”

“Y—Yeah! I understand!”

Hwa doesn’t understand, however, pushing herself off him with a hiss coming directly from her pretty lips. Not all that shines is gold. “Listen, you bitch, are you going to fuck me or not?”

You know, Jongin works for money. There is no way in hell that he enjoys being someone’s toy, having Baekhyun direct him the clients that he’s going to grasp, sending him to parties, putting his life at risk by sleeping with married women, taken women, women who don’t take care of themselves sexually and so on and so forth. He’s done things that he would have never thought about liking in his sexual life, all for the sake of having some green in his vision. Though, at this very moment, all he can see is red.

He’s not a toy. Much less Hwa’s.

“You know what? I’m leaving.” Jongin replies softly, taking her hands out of his jacket before huffing into the phone.

“Kai!” Hwa calls out for him, and he hears the sound of a high heel falling on the floor. Someone had just thrown a high-heel at him. “Kai, get the fuck back here! Do you want your money, bitch?”

“I’ve already got money.” He answers, turning around to look at her as they talk. “Thank you, though. I’m sure someone will gladly take it, but it’s not me.”

Life had never felt quite as liberating as that moment, when the breeze doesn’t bite at his naked chest and he can finally let go of a night without feeling used. The expensive cars are left behind him when he walks towards the street, hiding himself in between the groups of people after such drama. “Oh my—What just happened?” Just then, he remembers he is on a call, and he can only chuckle at the sound of this woman’s voice. This stranger that just made him lose a client, and he can’t bring himself to care.

“Clients are rarely good to me, you know?” Jongin spits out, losing himself in the city for a second, listening to the cars passing by and the people talking beneath themselves. Somehow, with this phone call, he feels like a normal person. “But, enough about me. What kind of advice did you need?”

“The sexy kind.”

Jongin laughs at her antics, at the whisper of her statement and the way he can hear the TV on the background of her call. “Oh, so you come to the call boy because he’s more knowledgeable about sexy stuff?”

“I don’t know you, Kai, but I know you’re a thousand times sexier than me.” She initiates, only to continue with her train of thought soon after. “I am always in an office, wearing a hoodie, looking at pictures of men on Instagram and liking them intensely. I just can’t do sexy.”

“Why not?” Jongin questions, a smile petrified on his face. “Being sensual is all about acting. No one is sensual naturally.”

“Lies.”

“What?”

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s the truth!” It has been a while since he has raised his voice from his usual deep tone. It’s the kind of voice he speaks to his friends in, but not the one he uses with women. Something must be different about this one. “Do you really think people go around biting their lips, flexing their muscles, talking all deep, and all that shit? That’s an act. I’m an act.”

“But that’s the problem…” The whine in her tone has him turning to the corner, needing the walk as well as getting home. He’s not going back to that strip-club. “I need to be sexy to get Donghae’s attention.”

“What? No. Sexy doesn’t cut it. If sexy is all that cuts it for him, he’s…he’s wanting you for the wrong reason.” Jongin thinks back to the last time he had gone out on a date. Beautiful stylish, a lover of coffee and elongated readings. She put too much cream on her strawberries and then, would hide away from him. Excuse him, but holding onto her waist, onto the imperfections that made her real, made him feel like the connection was stronger. “You know? A real man, the one that you should give the time of the day to, wouldn’t mind seeing you in a hoodie or with a crop top. He will look at your ass, but will also love your eyes.”

She cackles at his antics, and he imagines her shaking her head. Perhaps, she’d look somewhat plain—the kind of beauty that blends in the background but is enchanting in its own way. “I just want to be sexy, that’s all. I want him to desire me…because I kind of texted him thanks to you and I think we’re going to meet up outside of work.”

“Like a date?”

“…I guess so. Is it a date?” She speaks to herself and he wants to ask her to stop. That voice will be the death of him, like ice cream cake—dulcet but freezing him at the same time.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Ugh, I guess…” She replies, sighing deeply. “But I don’t know. What do men like? Low cut shirts? Boobs? Ass? Both?”

“Men love confidence.” Jongin tells her, trying to reassure her. “Just know that how you look doesn’t matter and wearing a sexy shirt is not worth a thing if you don’t feel good using it. Besides, if he really thinks you’re hot, he’s going to think you’re hot as long as you’re comfortable.”

“You’re just saying that—”

“You want to have his attention?” Jongin interrupts, getting closer to his apartment complex by the minute. Still, it’s perhaps twenty more minutes of walking. “Like, my only advice here would be to tease him. Flirt with him but then, cut it short. Let’s say you’re kissing him, and he leans in for more, just smile at him and ask him—” He clears his throat then, going back to his seductive tone. “Why should I keep kissing you? What’s there for me if I do?”

For a moment, she stays silent, maybe pondering, but then, a shuddering breath leaves her. “…Now I know why you have so many clients. That was hot.”

“And you didn’t even see me while saying so. I could be the farthest thing from your type right now, and you wouldn’t even now. You didn’t even see my boobs and you still thought I was hot while speaking.” A blush creeps up on his face, and he doesn’t even know why. It’s been the longest time since heat has appeared within him from mere words.

She laughs at his antics soon after, melodious, like she gives all the cares to this world and yet, doesn’t hold grudges for how badly it treats her. “You have nice boobies?”

“Ah, uh—” Taken aback, his laughter comes out high pitched. “Somewhat.”

“Somewhat…” She whispers, a brief chuckle coming after that. “Thank you for the advice, Kai.”

“You’re very welcome.” He replies, though, he stops her before she could say her goodbyes. “But you could thank me by telling me your name?”

It’s unfair, he knows it. To her, he’s Kai. He’s not Kim Jongin, a dancer that ended up being a stripper out of need, out of lies that were told to him, crafted especially for people like him. But it doesn’t feel quite as unfair when she says it with honesty, perfect for saying it out loud. Like a poem, like a song.

“…Good night, Kai.”

“Good night, baby.”

And he doesn’t know why he wishes she would say: Good night, Jongin.

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While laying down on Baekhyun’s couch, he swings his legs back and forth, his stomach fully pressed to the blanket on top of the brown leather. His cheek is squished against the fabric, though, a small hand presses further into his free cheek until his lips pucker up, pressing a wet peck to his mouth. With his eyebrows very lifted and a flutter of his chest, he hears Baekhyun speaking from his kitchen, stopping all chances of snooping at what his wife is making for dinner to send a glare towards his eleven-months-old daughter.

“Choonhee, what do you think you’re doing?” Baekhyun, who is normally lively and over the moon to make people laugh, now has his hands placed on his hips, strutting over to his daughter to stare down at her. Their eyes are fairly similar or, at least, to how Baekhyun’s eyes looked in those pictures he displays on his coffee table, where he was much younger and less of a mess. Jongin will always say Choonhee is far more adorable, and maybe, that’s thanks to her mother, Lia. “You don’t kiss me but you kiss Uncle Jongin?”

Choonhee makes grabby hands at her father, and Baekhyun relishes on the feeling of being needed, forgetting his attire of a businessman and basically the manager of over twelve call-boys to something simpler. Jeans and a white t-shirt, as if he’s in his early twenties. “Dada.” She utters softly, the only thing she can manage to say, and when Baekhyun puckers up his lips, she pulls away.

It’s almost one of those silent comedies they used to watch in the sixties.

“You get all the ladies, and you also get my daughter. It’s unfair.” Baekhyun speaks out, a dramatic turn on his heels making him sit down on the couch across from him. For someone whose bank account is well filled thanks to his business, his home is a little bit on the warmer side. Beige tones, a lot of yellows, and a bunch of pictures of his family and friends. Jongin could find himself somewhere in there if he looks close enough.

Jongin sits up then, extending his arms over his head before clearing his throat. “I always said I would like some children of my own.”

Baekhyun’s legs is bouncing his daughter rapidly, smiling at her after he made a few mocking faces. “You’d make a great father, that’s for sure.”

If only he had a different life. If he could date people freely, or do something else that isn’t feeling like a marionette. Jongin looks at the ceiling, then off to Lia, whose black hair is wrapped tightly in a low bun, wearing baggy clothing and humming one of Baekhyun’s songs under her breath. They love each other, and he can’t have what they created. Not with anyone. “…It would be easier if I just quit.”

His boss stops his motions with his daughter, his face falling in concern when he looks over at his friend. “I—Jongin, didn’t you like your job? You’ve always been one of the best members of our business.”

It’s not about being the best, it’s about how he feels like the worst person while doing it. “I’m tired of it, Baek. It just…sucks. You don’t know because you don’t do it—”

“We used to work on the same thing—”

“One thing is dancing on poles, another thing is…you know…” Jongin trails his voice, concern lingering on Baekhyun’s face as he thinks.

“So, you came here to quit?”

“I came here to talk about it with you.” Jongin replies, cracking his knuckles while he puts his arms down. “I—I would like to pull away from this mess I got myself into, but I wouldn’t know how to start again. I don’t have a resume; I don’t have a reputation as a dancer. I’m just some…call boy.”

Life should feel like each breath brings him closer to a happy ending, not like his lungs only bring him further into a life he can’t control. His time has elongated into torture, and he can’t stand it one minute longer. Choonhee is playing with the brown strands of her dad’s hair, pulling it to various sides, and yet, he doesn’t react.

“I’ll find you a job. As some dance teacher or something, I don’t know. You do well with ballet, I think.” Baekhyun answers, blinking rapidly. “But if you want some good money, I could give you a grand finale. Find a client that would give you so much cash that you wouldn’t have to worry for a while. That is, until you find the job of your dreams.”

“One last time?” Jongin ponders, licking the inside of his cheek.

“For old time’s sake.”

Jongin’s phone vibrates inside his pocket, and before he takes it out, he nods delicately. “Only if it’s nothing extreme. Just one final goodbye with some good money, and in a good place. I’m tired of cramped cars and stupid hotels.”

Baekhyun lifts his hands in the air, laughing joyfully. “Damn princess, what else do you want? Satin sheets? A pretty girl?”

“Baek—”

“Okay, alright. I got it. I’ll take all your conditions into consideration.” Baekhyun says, puckering his lips once again to try and steal a kiss from his daughter, and his groan is enough of an answer. “Choonhee! Kiss! Come on, kiss dada!”

His phone screen welcomes him from a series of texts from a number he had saved two weeks ago, under a name he wouldn’t want to forget even if he tried.

To: Kim Jongin.

Hello, Kai!

How have you been?

As polite as ever, he can imagine her sweet tone speaking directly into his ear. Heaven in hell.

From: Kim Jongin.

I’m doing great, baby.

How are you?

To: Kim Jongin.

Fine. Thank you for asking!

Then, the line falls eerily silent.

From: Kim Jongin.

May I help you with something?

To: Kim Jongin.

I have a sexy question.

From: Kim Jongin.

There’s nothing less sexy than saying sexy question.

To: Kim Jongin.

Sexy question.

Sexy.

Question.

S-E-X-Y.

Q-U-E-S-T-I-O-N.

From: Kim Jongin.

Donghae’s lucky.

To: Kim Jongin.

You remember his name!

From: Kim Jongin.

I sadly have good memory for stupid things.

What’s the sexy question?

To: Kim Jongin.

I’m too shy to say it.

From: Kim Jongin.

…Really.

Are you really?

To: Kim Jongin.

I’m in Donghae’s bathroom as of this moment.

Hiding.

Well, not hiding.

Googling stuff.

From: Kim Jongin.

What kind of stuff?

The picture that pops soon after has him widening his eyes. It’s a screenshot of her current situation, looking up on Google how to suck someone off, and at that very moment, he looks up. Choonhee is still in Baekhyun’s lap, and Baekhyun is chatting with Lia peacefully. Somehow, he feels like a teenager hiding his screen from his parents. He wouldn’t hear the day of it if Baekhyun realized he was talking to someone and giving them sex advice.

From: Kim Jongin.

How old are you again?

To: Kim Jongin.

26.

From: Kim Jongin.

And you’re googling this.

Oh.

My.

God.

How?

Why?

Wait, how?

What?

Are you sucking him off right now?

Ew.

Or yay?

To: Kim Jongin.

Stop spamming me, please.

I’m on the verge of throwing myself out of the bathroom’s window.

But it’s too goddamned tiny.

From: Kim Jongin.

Haha.

If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to do it.

To: Kim Jongin.

I thought I wanted to.

But it’s too complicated.

I haven’t done that…ever…

His eyebrows raise, enough to capture Lia’s attention that is flipping something on a pan when she asks: “Jongin, are you okay?”

“Yeah, uh, I’m just reading an article…Don’t mind me.”

“You’re staying over for dinner, right?”

“O—Of course.” Though, his eyes divert towards the screen once again. So, the beautiful voice behind the phone is much more innocent than he thinks.

What does she think of him as a call boy? Probably that he’s the dirtiest man she knows.

To: Kim Jongin.

Jongin, he’s asking if I’m fine.

Teach me.

Give me tips.

I don’t know.

From: Kim Jongin.

I don’t know eithr!

Either*.

I have never sucked anyone off.

Well, not a…guy.

To: Kim Jongin.

But you’re a guy.

From: Kim Jongin.

And?

To: Kim Jongin.

You should know what men like!

From: Kim Jongin.

I know what I like, not what other men like.

We’re all different.

To: Kim Jongin.

Google said the same thing.

Fuck.

From: Kim Jongin.

Language.

But wait, did you want to do this?

Or what?

To: Kim Jongin.

He asked me to do it.

And isn’t that how things should go?

I’m an adult, after all, and I’ve wanted to be with him since college.

If I lose my chance with him now, he won’t want to go out with me anymore.

Why, oh why, do people enjoy being with absolute shitheads?

From: Kim Jongin.

If you’re not ready, or you don’t know how, he should be totally fine with leaving it for another time.

And if he really wants to see you, he will be alright with not doing anything tonight.

If he’s nice, he’ll go out with you again, doesn’t matter if you suck him off or not.

For a handful of minutes, Jongin gets to eat the precious homemade food in the Byun’s table, small talk filling the space with laughter and warmth, though his eyes always divert to his phone, somewhat expecting that the read message comes with a reply. It’s only twenty minutes into the dinner that his phone lights up again, a message coming through that steals his breath away.

To: Kim Jongin.

I left.

He was bummed, to say the least.

Thank you for your advice!

You’re an angel.

With food-coated hands, he replies.

From: Kim Jongin.

Far from it.

Though, the picture that comes after is a screenshot of their conversation, the most noticeable thing being his name—his call-boy name, Kai, accompanied by an angel emoji by its side.

If only she knew she was the angel in between the two.

###

“When are you going to let me have a piece of that ass, Kim Kai?”

Ling plays with the rips of his jeans as he says those words, and his eyes stop skimming through the pamphlets placed on the coffee table in the waiting room outside of Baekhyun’s office just to look at him. The man has always had some kind of crush towards him—one that had been somewhat imperceptible at the beginning of times, but now had fallen into kind of a joke in between them. With his arms tattooed, his slim body hunching onto itself as he smokes from a cigarette, he knows he is the only person in this entire business that earns more than him.

For, he just has more range. He’ll deal with just about anything and anywhere, too. Tell him to bend himself over in the most ratchet of streets and he’ll do it—for the right price, and with the word of mouth that inherits protection. He’ll deal with women and men equally, though his preference varies depending on the day. Threesomes are more of his thing nowadays, and it gives him twice the money he would have with one person.

It’s a weird thing to say—but Ling is talented. He’s not the type of seductive Jongin’s character is—Kai is a man next door, the kind of guy you just like because he is handsome and it gives you a boost. Who doesn’t want to sleep with someone who everyone desires? Ling, on the other hand, knows what he is doing. The person he is with could be completely blind and still feel all of him. He’s a charmer—he fits himself to the person he is with.

Let’s say his client is insecure about that one mole on their left ass-cheek. He’ll make them feel good about it. No doubt they won’t ever doubt their attractiveness after being with him.

“How about never?” He replies, a bit of sassiness in his tone as he picks up the book the clients are introduced to when asking for their services. When he opens the first page, he sees the younger generation of call boys. Towards the latest page, Ling and Jongin are showcased perfectly. The gray background makes his golden skin stand out and, at the time, he had brown hair—chocolate rich and ready to make him look like innocence personified. His eyes glisten with malice, while his lips remain serious. How had he believed he’d be happier with this job?

“Don’t say no until you try it.” Ling conquers, taking off his jacket before sighing deeply. “Are you waiting for Baekhyun?”

“Yeah. He said he’d come here thirty minutes ago…but he’s nowhere in sight.”

“That’s weird…that he told you to come here, I mean. He was super busy this morning. One of the newcomers has to get an STD test because he really thought not wearing a condom was a good idea.” Ling takes his phone out of his pocket, probably texting one of his many dates before continuing with the conversation. “Newbies, I guess.”

Jongin frowns deeply. He had never been in that position—but he guesses some people like this job more than others. “Who is it?”

“The short guy, page three. Not my style, though, too short.” Ling explains with certainty, quirking one of his thin eyebrows. “Were you going to ask Baekhyun about your grand finale?”

“He told you?”

“Everyone knows you’re dropping out of the call boy thing.” He says. “It’s as much of a big deal as when a porn star drops out of porn to live a normal life. You’re the Lana Rhoades of our business, Kai.”

The man can’t help but chuckle at his words, standing up from his seat to get closer to Ling. “Well, I should go if he’s not coming, then—”

“He found you a grand finale, though. I think you’re getting half a million in just one contract.”

Jongin likes money. He likes how green the paper is, the smell of it, and simply the feel of it. One of his most enigmatic nights as a call boy is when he was laying down on a bed filled with money, and the woman had been rich enough to ask him to take all of it—plus his payment, of course. Though, his eyes almost budge out of his head at the sound of that amount of money. Half a million just for a night with him.

“Who the fuck would pay that much?”

“The first woman you slept with when you started, of course. Once you take someone’s whore virginity, it feels special. You’re the one who taught them how to be a whore, after all.”

The first woman he ever slept with as a call boy.

She would be near thirty-nine at this moment, if not older. At the time, when he was twenty-two, she was the owner of a big web designing business. With straight bangs and a skirt that almost reached her ankles, he would’ve never thought of her as the type to ask for a call boy. Though, a bit of a difficult woman—she asked for dinner, some foreplay and after, it was him. Jongin damn right passed out after he came back home. Firstly, he was tired. Secondly, the woman was crazy as all fuck.

He has been asked plenty of crazy things in his history as a call boy. Everyone has their weird quirks; he likes to believe. But the first woman he slept with as a call boy, whose name now slips his head, had been so attached to her ex-husband that he had to roleplay as him.

Roleplay as Jinyoung, he remembers.

He had to call himself Jinyoung, in third person.

And it was horrid.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!” Ling replies, putting his phone down in the process. “I think I heard Baekhyun say something about a whole routine, though. You’re going to have to be her ex-husband.”

“As in, roleplay?”

“As in, become as close to him physically as humanly possible.”

Some people are really crazy.

“…Is Baekhyun out of his mind?”

Ling cackles at that, standing up at the sound of his phone ringing before taking off outside. “Probably. Maybe. I mean, I don’t think it’s that much of a big deal, but…” Shrugging his shoulders, he opens the door with one brief motion before laughing. “Good luck, Kim Kai. You’ll need it.”

With that, he’s left alone to his thoughts.

One last time.

###

Being physically tired because of dancing is a newfound experience that he used to know so well. His chest heaves as he lays down on his bed, hostage of his bedsheets as he curls his fingertips against the fabrics. There is nothing he would love to do more than close his eyes and nap the night away, but something keeps him up: adrenaline.

Mom used to tell him that he’d know when real passion would come to his doorstep when he felt tired after working. Jongin believes the real kind of love for a job or a hobby comes through when he feels restless. His eyes can’t close, fingertips trailing over his chest in hopes of reducing the beat of his heart to a calm blue, chest still shaking as he turns down the music. The world is silent again.

When he looks at his phone, he reads through his text conversations. Family members. Baekhyun. The text from Baekhyun remains unread, sent three hours ago—

From: Baekhyun.

I already bought the clothing you’re going to wear with Mrs. Kwon.

Practice your best businessman lines.

One more week.

Though, he can’t bring himself to answer right now, jumping away from the text conversation to look through his contacts. Flowers bloom inside of him when he reads her name, Donghae’s not so perfect half, who had not texted him since that last time she had thanked him for being able to slip away from that horrendous date. Over a month and they had not talked, not a single word from her, and definitely not a word from him.

He’s curious about her; perhaps, how she looks like, what she does for a living, who she is.

And it’s at this moment, when he presses the call button, that he realizes just how alone he must feel to do such a thing. Lacking that female character in his life, maybe, or just a new friend.

“O—Kai?”

The surprise in her tone brings a smile to his face, placing his hand behind his head before humming. “That’s me, baby.” He replies, not realizing that he has lowered his voice the slightest until he is looking up at the ceiling. “Am I interrupting something? You sound surprised.”

“No…I was just working after hours. I’m glad you called, actually.” She whispers softly, and he can hear the clicking of a mouse. “I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t text, but since you knew who I was, I suppose you kept my number.”

“You were super nice to me, why would I delete your number?”

“Are you sure you don’t want my call boy services and that’s why you kept my number?”

“W—What?” The stutter in her tone has Jongin chuckling loudly, perhaps sounding the farthest away from the sexy. “No matter how sexy you sound, Kai, I’m not one for call boys.”

“Good thing I’m not going to be a call boy for much longer…” Jongin trails, a sense of happiness creeping up on him when he hears a whistle from the other end of the phone.

“Are you ending up as a nine-to-five worker like me?” She asks, an elongated sigh following her statement. “Well, it’s not that bad. I look at a computer screen far more than I’d like, and I can tell the difference between Calibri and Arial far too well, but apart from that…there’s some good things.”

“I’m going to be a dancer.” Jongin explains, though, not wanting to divert the attention so much on himself, he talks to her. “What do you do?”

“Web designer.” The answer has Jongin scrunching up his nose. What are the odds of web designing being so huge these days? “I make websites look cool, and then, I get underpaid for it. My boss gets rich, I get poorer.”

Jongin has to agree to that. “My boss is mad rich as well. Not that I don’t earn well…but in comparison to him, I’m on the streets.”

“Asshole.” She spits out, only to have Jongin laughing.

“I get along well with him!”

“No!”

“Yes! He’s a nice dude. We used to be strippers around the same time. Well, he was finishing his career when I was starting and he kind of recruited me.”

He remembers thinking that Baekhyun and Lia were interested in him with how much they frequented the strip club he used to work in. Turns out that Baekhyun only wanted to see his talent before offering him a better deal—he took it, and years later, he’s ready to let go of it. “Didn’t you take a test?”

“What?” Jongin asks, incredulous. “Do you think sex work is like a college application program or something?”

“No, no! But how did your boss know that you were good at…?” She trails her voice, and he imagines her cupping her hand around her mouth and speaker. “At doing the deed?”

He can imagine Baekhyun being asked that question, and the answer would be yelled out of lack of shame (“It’s in the hips!” Baekhyun would say. “Have you seen that man move his hips, bro?”). However, he can’t bring himself to say that. “Usually, if you’re a good dancer…you know how to move…and that’s all there is to…doing the thing.”

“Oh!” Excitement fills her tone then, and he hears her tapping away on her keyboard. “Kai, I didn’t know you danced!”

“If I said I was a stripper, I kind of had to know how to dance.”

“So, are you a pole dancer?”

“Not initially…” He ventures into the world of memories. “I was a jazz dancer at first, then I went for ballet. I can dive into contemporary and just about anything, but pole dancing wasn’t my thing. I learned on the spot.”

“You, my friend, are a box of talents.” She utters. “Women must go crazy over you.”

“They go crazy for Kai.” He replies, a groan at the back of his throat. He doesn’t know when it started to become an insecurity for him—the division of character and the ways they met. There are things in common between Kim Kai and Kim Jongin, after all.

She hums. “Isn’t that your real name?”

“Nope.” He pops the word out. “I can’t use my real name. None of call boys do. It’s to avoid people looking for us, or getting attached, or whatever. There are some crazy clients.”

“May I ask something?”

“Sure…”

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve done while on the job?”

Jongin doesn’t really have to think much about it. He could say all of it—there is something so inherently weird about being paid to have sex with someone he doesn’t even know, in places where he could possibly get murdered in. It’s a bit of trust mixed with luck. “An orgy.”

“What?!” She asks, voice high enough for him to think she’s alone in the office. “Oh my. With how many people?”

“Four apart from me.” Jongin recalls. It was at the beginning of his career, and he can’t say he was proud of it. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s uncomfortable and standoffish and it just makes everyone uncomfortable. I saw far more genitals that day than I had intended and it wasn’t fun.”

“Kai…you’re incredible.”

“Am I?” His face heats up at the sound of those words, only to have her humming.

“Only the brave would do that for money. That’s the confidence I want to have.”

“But that’s who, my character, Kai is.” He says into the phone, turning around on the bed to lay on his stomach. “And I want you to get to know the real me.”

“W—With pleasure. Ah, who would that be?”

“Kim Jongin.”

###

The beauty about sexual encounters is how genuine they can be. His job, on one hand, wants to bring the most honest version of sex that can be paid—he’s an actor, if anything, but not a porn actor. Which is why he is used to the normal accommodation of events and dialogues, called improvising in acting terms, but he isn’t used to scripting himself past the character of Kim Kai. One would think that for his last appearance as Kai, the call boy, he would have the reins of the situation on his hands, but Baekhyun had given him a script along with the suit he was going to wear, and a visit to the hairdresser followed suit.

For the afternoon and part of the night, he has to be Jo Jinyoung, Mrs. Kwon’s ex. A man born in a wealthy family who, in real life, had scammed his own wife and managed to get away with thirty percent of her earnings for the next fifteen years—and, for some motherfucking reason that shall remain unknown, Mrs. Kwon’s still wants to bathe in orgasms at the idea of Jo Jinyoung—. Fitted suits and dark hair, his air of confidence has to be changed for one of manipulation. As if he wants the ground, he is walking on to be kissed by his wife, degrading.

It’s uncomfortable. Really. If he could say a few words to Mrs. Kwon, he’d say: you can do much better than whatever you’re imagining is what you deserve.

The doors of the web designing building Mrs. Kwon owns open like the wings of a butterfly, showcasing him in the perfect stance of him with that gray suit. He loosens the black tie around his neck, sending a smile to the receptionist who widens her eyes at him. She fixes the cat-eye glasses that fall down on the bridge of her nose before speaking politely.

“Good afternoon, welcome to Han Designing. May I be of help for you today?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Mrs. Kwon.” Jongin speaks with certainty, his voice a deep timbre, and that’s enough to entice the woman in front of him to lift her phone up to her ear.

“Who would it be?”

“Jo Jinyoung.”

She stops momentarily, because that is a name she had heard before—either from Mrs. Kwon herself or because of the gossip around the office, however, she continues with her job, shrugging her shoulders when she talks to the biggest boss in this building. “Mrs. Kwon, hello, a young man who calls himself Jo Jinyoung is asking to meet up with you. Should I send him over to your office?” A brief set of words from Mrs. Kwon has her changing her features, pressing a button on her computer before humming. “Yes, I’ll cancel your lunch meeting, Mrs. Kwon and I’ll send him over to you.” After hanging up, she points at one of the many elevators by the right, all cladded in gray and glass. “You can go to the twelfth floor, she’ll be there. Her main office has her name written on the door; it should be easy to find.”

“Thank you.”

You know, let’s go back in time for a while. Kim Jongin, aged nineteen, stumbling out of a party with a girl in between his arms—that was the first time he was ever with someone sexually. It didn’t last a thing, two minutes tops, and it was in complete silence in fear that her parents would hear them in her room. The nervousness of being caught, of doing wrong, of being with someone he liked all bundled up together to paralyze him. At this moment, as he enters the elevator and watches the numbers go up, the people surrounding him getting off one by one, he feels like he is about to lose his virginity.

One last time.

Just one fucking last time.

The elevator welcomes him to a new kind of world, passing through a bunch of cubicles to be able to get to that last door—Mrs. Kwon’s office. The older woman was wild enough to ask for their first event of the scheduled program to happen at her office. Apparently, it was one of the many things she did with her then husband. Jongin just has to barge in, pretend to be a total asshole, and probably do her against the desk. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. He has done worse, right?

The movement of his feet is always coordinated, but for some reason, he ends up hitting his little toe with the edge of one of the desks in the cubicles just as he is walking to the main office. A groan rips from his throat, tiny, followed by a hiss that has the person by the desk standing up to check up on him. When he opens his eyes, he first notices a bunch of little action figures—Star Trek or Star Wars, he is guessing here—scattered across a disorganized desk, though when he looks up, he’s met with a pair of beautiful yet worried eyes.

Her eyes glisten enough for him to part his lips in surprise. A gray hoodie clads the upper part of her body, a pair of high waisted pants highlighting the plushness of her thighs. Jongin watches her chapped lips, how pieces of her hair still remain inside the hood of her shirt, but what interests him the most is the sound of her voice—

“Oh my, are you okay?”

That voice he has heard in the peak of the night, when he has nothing else to do. It’s the voice he sometimes hears in voice messages when she is talking over coffee and pastries. It’s the voice he misses when he spends days without talking to her. It’s the woman that accidentally called him once, and now he can’t seem to get enough of. A nice friend, he’d say, but one that doesn’t know him physically at all.

It’s her—it’s the woman who never considered herself to be attractive, yet exudes the kind of beauty that makes him want to pull away. Simplistic. Caring. The kind of person men miss when looking at what’s easiest, when the most difficult of puzzles always give the most gratification.

The woman he has been talking to for the past month is one of Mrs. Kwon’s workers.

“Y—Yes. I’m sorry, I think I made you drop this.” He picks up a Stormtrooper action figure that fell by his feet thanks to the commotion, but when he puts it down on the desk, he sees the surprise on her face. “You’re a science fiction enthusiast?”

Her lips part to say something, but they close immediately, instead putting one hand over her mouth to cover it up. It does nothing to conceal her surprise. “I—I am.”

The doors to the main office open then, Mrs. Kwon standing in all her enigmatic glory, leaning against the doorframe as she silently calls out for him with a mere glare. In front of him, he has the opportunity to stablish some conversation—meet someone who he had deemed interesting when talking over the phone with them, but the job is calling. His last opportunity to get some money and run for his real dreams is calling.

“I have to go meet up with Mrs. Kwon.” Jongin whispers, giving her a shy smile. “I’m sorry again.”

Only when he starts giving a few steps towards the main office, sporting one of those smirks he is tired of, he feels his phone vibrating inside the pocket of his pants. Jongin knows who it is, but his hands are shaking as he gets the device out, putting it up to his ear as he keeps walking.

“I—It’s you. You are here to see Mrs. Kwon.”

He closes his eyes. It’s horrid that she has to see him like this—like who he used to be and wants to get over and done with. Maybe, she’ll think less of him. Now that she sees him, she will see how deep into the call boy world he had gotten, enough to throw all shame out the window and have sex with someone in a fucking packed office.

“Sorry, baby. Have to do this last job.” Jongin whispers, briefly turning around to look at her, a look of despair on her face when he hangs up the phone, a sigh ripping from his throat when he finally is in front of Mrs. Kwon.

Maybe, he’s not meant to get this close with anyone unless they pay him.

###

“Jongin, let loose!”

Taerin puts on a pair of awfully tiny green sunglasses as they stand in the middle of the mall, both her hands occupied by the group of children they teach. Contemporary dance was the topic of this month, and all the parents had agreed on recording a video in a mall showcasing the dance skills that their children had acquired through the program. Not that he would ever think he’d be here three months ago, but with Baekhyun’s help and his connection with his ex-girlfriend, Taerin, he had been able to get the job.

“I’m letting loose!” He says, pulling at the red strands of Taerin’s hair as he passes by her and places the two children, he is holding hands with on their positions. “But dance is an art, I need them to be in the right positions before we start recording so we don’t bump into each other.”

Taerin is so much more different from Baekhyun’s current wife. She’s more on the outstanding side, that is for sure, with a high ponytail and her curvy body covered with clothing of all colors, shapes, textures. He isn’t surprised that a few pairs of eyes end up landing on her, either with confusion or with attraction. Not that she is his type, really. “They’re just children. And we’ve been practicing for a month.”

“Yes, Mr. Kim!” One of the children, William, says from his spot. A little bit over nine years old and definitely a threat to society with how hyperactive he is, but for dancing…he’s spectacular. Jongin sees a bright future with him. “We’re ready.”

Dabin, a seven-year-old boy, raises his hand in the air with anxiousness. “Actually, Mr. Kim, Mrs. Lee, I’d like to practice one more time before y—you start recording, please.”

“Dabin!” William whines, only to have Dabin pouting.

“I forgot one part.”

Jongin is ready to go over the dance again, nearing the Bluetooth speakers to put on some music when he comes face to face with a person he knows and a complete stranger. They are seated by one of the mall’s tables, in front of some ice cream shop that he has yet to go to. The man wears a bright pink sweater and ripped jeans, the band of his boxers peaking from his jeans as he leans down to capture his date’s kiss on a passionate kiss. His lips part way too much, sucking on her upper lip with intention as she covers most of her hands with the sleeves of her hoodie, holding onto his long, brown hair.

Her features are hard to dismiss—he had seen them once, missed them for three months. Not that she had not tried to reach out to him, perhaps weeks after they had seen each other in person, asking how he was doing…but he was unable to answer. Embarrassment latched onto Jongin like a leech, sucking every desire of continuing with their interesting conversations. It hurt him, but it’s what he had to do.

The date in question, or perhaps her boyfriend (and Jongin really hopes this is not that Donghae, dick out, guy.), pulls away with a smile on his face, his plush cheeks matching his rosy lips as he rests his thumb on her bottom lip, pulling it down the slightest, not caring about who is seeing or the embarrassment that clads her face in beauty. His eyes trail down to her lips, thumb still rubbing at the skin as he speaks, and it’s at that time that Jongin feels a shiver going up his spine, trailing up to his neck and his head.

He wants her.

And he hates it.

But it’s okay. It’s all cool. Why should he care if she goes out on a date with someone, or if she’s dating, or if someone even wants her? She’s an attractive woman, of course people are going to look at her—

So, why is it that when the man in question leaves the table and goes to one of the restaurants nearby, he asks for some timeout and rushes out to her?

He doesn’t know. Jongin knows about sex, not exactly about romance.

“Back with Donghae?” is the first thing he can manage to say when he nears her, placing his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants and hoping that she doesn’t catch the jealousy on his features, masked by a smile, under his cap. She raises her head then, frowning deeply at the sound of his voice before gasping audibly, eyes widening in the process.

“Kim Jongin?” She asks, both hands coming up to her face, just like the last time he had seen her and he damn right finds it adorable. “…Long time no see. Or talk. You didn’t really answer my texts.” She replies, and just like the first few times they had talked, she chuckles and continues to rant. “Well, not that you should. I mean, half the office knows that you and Mrs. Kwon—”

Jongin scrunches up his nose then, shaking his head in the process. “Oh no, me and Mrs. Kwon have nothing to do. She hired me for the entire day so she would pay me half…a million.” At the sound of that amount of money, he lowers his voice, making her raise both eyebrows, mouthing the number with surprise. “Not that it matters. I’m not…I’m not in the business anymore.”

Her hand extends in front of her heart, sighing deeply. “And here I was thinking I had been talking sex with Mrs. Kwon’s boyfriend behind her back and that I was going to get fired.”

“No,” Jongin answers, laughing as well. “If there is something, I don’t have is bad tastes in women, and Mrs. Kwon is not exactly my style. A client, first and foremost, and secondly…too hooked up on her ex. She likes all the bad shit in this world.”

“I get it.” She says, pointing to the seat in front of her before asking him to sit down. Jongin shouldn’t, but he finds himself sprawled on the seat before he knew it, interlocking his hands together in front of him. “That’s not Donghae.”

“He wants you.”

“Oh, no—” She replies, scoffing in the process. “He doesn’t want me. Come on. We’re just—ah, we just kiss sometimes. It’s nothing serious—”

“Let me remind you—I know about seduction. That whole lip thing I just saw? Seduction.”

“Friendship.”

“Seduction.” Jongin corrects, laughing at her face when she groans. “Doesn’t he meet your standards, like, the same as Donghae?”

Her eyes divert towards her date, standing in front of a restaurant and talking to the worker there. Not that he is anywhere near unattractive, but it isn’t the kind of person he imagines with her. Maybe, someone like himself would be more of a fit.

“I’m not interested in that with him.” She answers, shrugging her shoulders. “Perhaps, I’m just broken. I can’t feel sexual attraction anymore, to anyone. It’s insane—”

Though, she looks at him briefly, making Jongin chuckle as he speaks. “Baby, that’s not being broken. That’s just being selective. It’s okay to be that.”

“With every man?”

“Yeah, it’s completely normal.”

“But…” She throws her head back, sighing. “Isn’t it annoying? Like, most adults just want sex—”

“Not all of them.” Jongin replies, looking down at his interlocked hands before biting on his lip. “Outside of my job, I haven’t done much with anyone. Once your life revolves around sex, you realize it’s the least of your priorities.”

A second of silence follows his statement, and he hears her pulling her chair forward, closer to him. “Why didn’t you text me back, Jongin?”

He looks up then. “I was afraid you’d think less of me for being a…a…” He can’t concentrate his pupils on her anymore.

“A call boy.”

“Yeah.”

“Jongin, I would never think of you as less because of that.” Her voice drips sincerity, eyes twinkling in the way he had seen once and couldn’t get enough of. “It’s a job. It’s not the most common of jobs—but you did it for a reason, and you wanted to stop. That’s your choice, your life, it’s not what makes you a better or a worse person.”

Jongin smiles at that, looking over to the group of children practicing with Taerin. “I’m a dance teacher now, you know that?”

“If someone had texted me back, I would know.” Though, the moment is cut short when her date, or her friend, whoever he is, appears with a trail of food on his hands, sending a comfortable smile towards the man before nodding.

“I didn’t know you were bringing a friend.” Her date says, but Jongin is already standing up from his seat.

“I was just greeting her, nothing big. I’m leaving now.” Not that he wants to do that, but it’s better if he does. Turning around one last time, like he always does with her, he feels the magic in her eyes when he says: “It was nice talking to you again.”

###

From: Kim Jongin.

How did the date go?

It takes him five minutes, three dots on the screen and a slurp of spicy noodles inside his mouth to get an answer.

To: Kim Jongin.

Horrid.

Why?

Like, it’s bad to rant about this.

And you probably think I’m some picky bitch but—

Is it my lips?

Why do all men I go out with want me to suck their dick?

From: Kim Jongin.

I don’t think you’re a picky bitch.

Never say tat.

That*.

Because you have to be more honest and less malleable.

If what you want is a simple date, tell them.

I’m sure they give you signs that they want a hook-up.

What comes next is a screenshot of her screen, typical as ever when coming from her, a Google search that has him almost choking on his food.

She’s funnier than she lets herself believe.

The search says: Why can’t man differentiate normal flirting with hook-up flirting? And the articles are nowhere near as informative as they should.

To: Kim Jongin.

I’ve given up.

On dating.

Men are complicated.

Capital C.

Cursive.

From: Kim Jongin.

There’s nothing wrong with self-love.

To: Kim Jongin.

But now I have a bucket filled with fried chicken and no one to share it with.

From: Kim Jongin.

Mhm.

Send me your address and we can share

I’ll bring some noodles.

Slipping into his coat after getting her address feels like a new beginning. For him, maybe, to get out of his shell and realize that he is more than just a body moving through the world. He’s a soul—his charisma, his strength, his delicacy. There is something about the smile he gives to that closed door, because a new beginning has never felt quite as beautiful as this.

###

When he was twenty-three, he promised himself he would never fall again. Love is so meticulous that the only free time you have is spent doubting. He didn’t want that for himself anymore, neither for the person he was seeing.

The street lights bring him back to the places he had been in, but now, he’s seated on a bench. Typical Saturday night of their weekly meet-up when Jongin gets out of work at the same time she does, and they grab something to eat to spend a few hours of the night together. If the world’s beauty had a voice, it would be hers. It feels like magic; as if for the time they are talking for, he learns all her insecurities and makes them human. Every single wound, every crevice, every portion of her that bleeds, aches, palpitates, grounds itself and silences its complaints, make him more interested.

Kim Jongin prided himself on never being sedated.

“If I have a car, and you know this,” Jongin says, placing his hands under his thighs as he sits down, looking at her profile that basks under the lights of the empty street. The hood of her shirt is pulled tightly over her head, the few traces of makeup she must’ve put on in the morning disappearing after so many hours of not retouching it. “I don’t know why you insist on waiting for the bus.”

She looks at him then, eyes twinkling—in the time that he has gotten closer to her, he has known a few things. They shine when she’s happy, sad, angry; it’s as though her eyes can’t help but show her heart, and all he wants to do is protect it. “I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”

Jongin scoffs at that. “I know you would never use me.”

“Still.” She replies, fixing the black bomber jacket he had thrown over a gray t-shirt, playing with the edge as she speaks. “You already do enough by spending every Saturday night with me.”

His cheeks fluff out at that, a pout on his tone as he speaks. “I enjoy spending time with you.”

“I know you do.” She imitates his voice before sighing. “For some goddamned reason, but you do.”

“I love it when you talk films and science fiction with me even though I don’t understand a thing, what can I say?”

“You said we were going to watch Just My Luck next week.”

“I did say that,” Jongin mumbles, eyes trailing down to her lips. The speckles of her lip-gloss have disappeared, leaving them in their natural color, void of any decoration, and yet calling him out for his lack of attention. Jongin knows the two of them—a man who stopped believing in people wanting him for something more than sex, and a woman who went through the same. Circumstances that they could understand with different outcomes. They meet in the magic ways of life, in the dulcetness of being seen as a person, speaking and talking to their heart’s content, falling in silence and yet, screaming out the words that they never say. “You look pretty tonight. Always, but uh, tonight specially.”

“Thank you.” She breathes out, the words curling her lips in a pretty smile, and Jongin doesn’t think he can hold it any longer. This longing of conversation, of uniting his soul with someone else’s. For the first time, he wants to believe.

It’s in the bend of her waist, in the way she seems to understand him in ways that no one did, how she grasps his face in between her hands and brings him forward, half of his body hovering over hers as she kisses him. Not a single word of lust, not a moment of suspicion—no matter how many women had kissed him, how many bodies he had touched, the things he did and what he did not, she saw past them. For, he is not Kim Kai, he is not a call boy—he’s the man she calls when she wants to see him, talk to him, feel him like a presence beside her, not over her. He’s Kim Jongin to her, and that’s more than he ever expected.

Her lips are not as experienced as one would have imagined. She takes her time, a woman with a lollipop between her lips that doesn’t want to break her teeth. She doesn’t want to bite too soon, eat more of him in ways that would have his plump lips growing redder. Instead, she takes her time, and takes him as well, perhaps whispering in the depths of her heart that he deserves this. A kiss that feels as though he is not wanted, not needed for the scratch of an itch, for filling what was once left void, he is not desired. He’s wished upon. He’s a star. A dream, a thought, a feeling—

His fingers sneak around her waist, lifting some of the hoodie up to feel the warmth of her skin through her white t-shirt. Those portions of her she had never shown to anyone—the parts she talks about in between laughs, trying to mask them as miniscule beings, those are the ones he wants to know. Jongin has never been a romanticist, but what would be of him if he missed an opportunity like that?

Some wheels roll over the street, and when she pulls away, the glint of his saliva ends up over her lips, chest heaving, and the beat of her heart matches his with their chests pressed. Her hands come up, they always do, hiding those lips he doesn’t want to let go of, and she touches the skin there as she says: “I just missed my bus, Jongin!”

With a fleeting kiss over her lips, he says: “Let me take you home.” He adds, though, he tilts his head to the side. “Or I can wait here. Just, please, let me spend some more time with you.”

She laughs at this. “You could have anyone and yet, you choose to have me?”

“Who is anyone when there’s you?” Jongin retorts, watching her lick her bottom lip, mouth falling from its smile to look down at his lips. This time around, she takes the first step—decisions made by her, words left unspoken that tell him he’s the first man she has found fitting in a while. Not fitting for her, but worth her time.

Intimacy at its finest, Jongin can say he has felt a lot—desire, lust, hatred, disgust, sadness, hopelessness. Yet, this is different.

It’s the first time he has felt accepted.

It’s the first time he can say he feels like he is under a spell, one that he can’t get out of.

#kai scenarios #kai #exo scenarios #exo #kpop scenarios #writing #kai fluff #kai angst #kai au #exo fluff #exo angst #exo au #call boy!au #...........i said i was going to write this with ksoo #but i watched the mmmh video and this happened #so #there you go #tell me your opinions if you can!!!

[4baeksoo]

ok ! today’s ramble

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[bedtimebrain]

EXO D.O. Series: You and Me. (P4)

Series Page

Genre/Desc: Loosely adapted from A Love So Beautiful

Chr: u x ksoo

Word Count:1.2k

You slept through your alarm that rang at 6am. Your brain cells were overworked yesterday night, as you thought about what you saw.

Just as the brightness of the sun cast through your room window, your mum came banging on your door to wake you up.

Without Kyungsoo to go school with... Your motivation to get up was almost zero. You unwillingly got out of bed and trudged your way to the bathroom.

By this time, you normally would already be waiting by kyungsoo’s gate. But not today .. You didn’t know if you wanted to see him or not.

Who’s that girl? He left me alone for 20 minutes... he didn’t even think about me who’s waiting there right?

Feeling down, you didn’t even eat your breakfast. Taking the sandwich on the table you left home.

On your way down, you suddenly thought

would Kyungsoo be waiting for me downstairs? What should I say if I saw him? Should I just walk pass him?

Exiting your apartment, you searched around for kyungsoo. But like another stab to your heart, he didn’t wait for you.

In even more of a mood now, you headed to school alone.

-

‘Y/N~~ why so late today? Where’s kyungie? Don’t you guys always come to school together?’

Coincidentally meeting woohyun at the school gate, he chirpily asked

‘Ah.. i overslept..’ you could barely even make a smile in your reply

He stopped walking and pulled you to a halt, taking a close up look at your face.

‘Ya, did you really oversleep or have you been ditched by him? Do you want me to give him a kick’ he asked half seriously and jokingly.

Feeling annoyed, you pushed him away, ‘it’s a long story.. don’t ask’

‘Damn , I knew there’s more than it meets the eye. Cheer up, you’ve got me to spice up your day’ he put his arms over you and walked into class together.

Passing by Kyungsoo to get to your seat, you could feel his eyes following you. Without greeting him or acknowledging him, you sat down and started pulling out your notebooks.

From the side of your eye, you could see him switching between looking at his notes and at you.

Did he have something to say? I’m not going to talk to you first, kyungsoo.

‘Y/N..’ just as he finally called out to you, your class monitor called for the class’s attention to greet the teacher.

Making no effort to follow up on what he wanted to say, you pretended to pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

Kyungsoo himself held tightly onto the ‘no talking during class’ rule, so he didn’t continue the conversation he wanted to make either.

When break time finally came, you can’t help but still felt awkward with Kyungsoo. You didn’t really want to hang out with him with now, with yesterday’s incident still a fresh wound.

‘Woots! Cafeteria let’s go let’s go!’ Woohyun got up excitedly

But you remained in your seat and looked up at him

‘You guys go ahead, I still have my breakfast with me. I’ll stay in class’

Woohyun looked behind you, where you Kyungsoo was, seeming to understand you were trying to avoid him

‘Y/N are you ...’ Kyungsoo started but was cut off by woohyun

‘Okay then, we will go ahead without you’

Once again, Kyungsoo held back his words. But from the corner of your eye, you saw kyungsoo’s shuffling his feet. Was he unsure whether to go or not?

‘Tell me if you need anything’ woohyun leaned across to your table to tell you. You ruffled his hair and smiled, showing that you appreciate him.

Whatever it was, he ended up leaving you in the classroom to eat your already cold sandwich, without a word.

-

When you came back from the toilet, Kyungsoo and woohyun were already back from the cafeteria.

‘Got sipping yoghurt for you and melon pan, just incase you faint from being hungry’ woohyun pointed at the snacks on your desk just as you sat down.

‘Omo, woori woohyunie is really the best!’

‘Of course, but give me something in return’ he shot you a flirty look

His suggestive looks made you go off tangent on your thinking right away.

‘Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?!’ You exclaimed in shock. The entire class’s attention was now on the both of you

Woohyun quickly covered your mouth and pulled you out of the class, you make a grab for your yoghurt as he dragged you.

‘Ya! Are you crazy ?! Why would I ask you to be my girlfriend?’ the both of you were now at the corridor

‘how would I know.. ? You looked like it alright ! Plus I mean you’re always so nice to me...’ you innocently said

Flicking your forehead he clarified

‘I just wanted to know what happened between the both of you. Kyungsoo either doesn't want to say it or seems to have no clue what’s going on.’

‘Oh that... yesterday while we were studying, we went to buy some drinks from the vending machine. Then..’

You couldn’t bear to say the words out

‘Then what? You confessed your love or something?’

Woohyun eagerly probe

‘We forgot our wallets, so he was supposed to go back up to take it.

But he left me there waiting for 20minutes while he spoke to some pretty noona’

Your heart was heavy just thinking about that. But Woohyun burst out laughing instead

‘I thought it was something really serious you know, y/n, like something that could tear our friendship . But this ...’ and he continued laughing

‘Ya... I’m just sad about this cause I felt abandoned okay... can’t you understand’

Stifling his laughter, he tried his best to comfort you

‘Alright, I know. Like you aren’t important enough for him to remember you are waiting there.

Don’t think too much about it y/n, you know Kyungsoo doesn’t casually hit anyone up or entertain people. It’s probably something significant ok?’

Though his words didn’t really get to you, you were still thankful, till he added

‘But... y/n ah Kyungsoo is still a high school boy. I think pretty noonas are still part of our interests compared to......’

He deliberately scanned his eyes up then down at you.

You got what he was trying to get at and threw a punch at him which evolved into a childish fight.

As if the timing couldn’t be better, Kyungsoo came out of the classroom door and caught sight of the both of you tangled in a ‘fight’.

His eyes widened just slightly, and he visibly swallowed.

‘The class monitor’s looking for the both of you to hand in your work before the next period’

His voice suddenly changed to the voice he use when he felt awkward with new people. Without making eye contact with either of you, he hurriedly turned on his heels.

Internally face palming yourself a thousand times, you whined

‘Woohyun ah, it’s so awkward now! What excuse should I give to not go home with him today?’ You were in a dilemma. You caused this awkwardness but it feels like you were more scared than him at this persisting situation

‘No worries y/n, he’s got something after school today. I’ll get you snacks you missed out on yesterday ok? Let’s go back to class now’

Entering the class, you caught kyungsoo’s eyes turn away from the back door that instance.

Somehow..

You had this feeling that he had been looking at it for a long time.

Or maybe you were hoping he was

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P5's gna be fluffier, so hang on a little more! my drawing is pretty trash, but just wanted to try something fun while trying to write more since exo's having their comeback soon~

funfact that im an engine student! And have been absolutely horrendous at arts and humanities since forever. am a typical math and science brainer :p feel free to laugh at my 'art' but hold your insults please :,)

#dks u&me #kyungsoo #exowritersnet #exo scenarios #exo comeback #exo masterlist #kyungsoo exo #do kyungsoo #exo d.o. #kyungsoo scenarios #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

I love you, Sev!

Severus Snape x Reader (Platonic siblings)

Summary - As Severus' sister, things don't go exactly as planned, even with Draco by your side now.

Trigger Warning - Death, a bit soppy, it might be absolutely horrible

Request - Yes! By @sabor-a-ksoo

I'm super sorry if it's horrible! But I hope you like it!

Fifth Year

You smiled at Draco from across the hall, blushing softly as he winked at you. It was lunch time and, while you usually sat with Draco, you promised some of your friends you'd all sit over at Ravenclaw and catch up.

"Y/n, what's that there?" Your friend y/f/n asked, pushing a bit of hair over your shoulder and pointing at the bruise on your neck, wiping a bit of the concealer off of it to show it's vibrant shade. "Hey, don't do that, I have class with Sev next!" It felt weird to refer to him as Snape, seeing as you were Snape too. You pulled your hair back over your shoulder and glared at your friend, a blush covering your cheeks.

"Well, what is it?" You gained the attention of your entire friend group, all of their eyes set on you. You glanced over to Malfoy to see him smirking, having been upset you covered the mark he purposefully left on you to remind the first years that you were with him.

"Draco and I might have....finally been together like that" the blush on your cheek grew brighter as you admitted to your friends. It had been a rough day for you yesterday, and Draco stayed with you through it all. One thing led to another and you found yourself so incredibly safe and comfortable in his arms, losing your virginity to your incredibly amazing boyfriend.

Your friends all gossiped about the deep mark on your neck, chatting to you about the time with your boyfriend before you admitted to wanting to leave a bit early to get a slow walk in with Draco to your shared class of Potions. Leaving your friends, your bookbag over your shoulder, you met with Draco at the entrance to the hall, slowly walking hand in hand with him.

While he had been quite hesitant to show any form of PDA when you first got together, although having gone to the ball together last year did help in your favor, the two of you had grown comfortable to a small bit of it in the hallways.

"I see your friends found my little mark." He spoke, the cockiness flowing from his lips quite happily. "Dray, you know the only reason I covered it was because I have to talk to Sev today. I have to tell him." You had wanted to tell your brother the moment you found out, but your schedule kept you quite far from his classroom yesterday, and you and Draco had been a little caught up in your dorm room after dinner.

His demeanor softened for you, kissing your forehead softly. "I know, love. I'll be there, if you want me to, you know that." his voice always had a soft tone when it came to you. You always dreamed of changing someone like the muggle love stories spoke of, being the good for someone who was so bad, but you genuinely didn't expect it when you met your boyfriend, but the last thing you were going to do was complain.

You both sat in class, Severus keeping the two of you as far away as possible in his class. While he accepted the fact that the two of you were together, he still hated the idea of Malfoy holding you in general, let alone his own classroom. You sat in the front, where he kept a nice eye on you during the time spent in his class, Draco sitting in the back corner with Goyle. You were copying the notes on the board when you heard the smack of your brothers book coming in contact with someone's head. Although, your expectations were not met when you glanced back to see your boyfriend rubbing his head, the note someone must have passed him now being held by your brother.

"Passing notes, Draco?" His voice was sharper, expecting better from his student, especially Malfoy. He unfolded the note, keeping eye contact with the blonde. "Sir, I wouldn't -" Crabbe was silenced with a sharp look from Snape, his eyes looking down on the note.

Whatever he read, you could tell he didn't enjoy. The grip on the paper tightened, his jaw clenched as he looked down at the fifth year, his look even sharper than you thought it could be. "See me after class, boy." He spoke, walking to the front quickly.

The class was dismissed early, which surprised you incredibly. While your brother was a lot of things, a teacher who let students out early wasn't one. Although you knew he would focus on Draco, you stayed behind to talk to him, slowly packing up your bags. "Y/n, leave." The voice was almost as sharp as it was the first time you spoke to Severus, the tone slicing you. "I need to talk to you-" "I said leave!" He stood, slamming his hand on his desk. "No!" Your legs forced you to stand, your eyes forming slits of their own. "Okay, then you can watch me murder Draco for sleeping with you." His feet carried him to your boyfriend, pinning him against the wall, Snape's wand digging into his neck.

"Severus!" You yelled, rushing to the two yourself. "Stop it!" The fear in your boyfriend's eyes are what you expected filled them the first time he was threatened by his head of house. "You think you can sleep with my sister?" Your hands shook, your mind racing as you tried to think of a solution.

"Dad's dead!" you yelled out, hoping to gain his attention.

While you did, your heart hurt at the way you set this on the older man. "What?" He asked, letting go of the boy, turning to look at you. "He, he passed away, Sev. I got the owl yesterday. I was going to find you, but none of my classes came close to you yesterday, you weren't at dinner, and I know you'd be upset with me if I broke curfew." You left out the part of being happily in bed with the boy slowly backing away.

"The funeral is two days from now."

You weren't sure how the rest of the day happened, you weren't really sure how the next two days happened, but you found yourself standing between Draco and Severus, a black dress sitting upon your skin as you watched the funeral. Your hand was tightly in Draco's, your eyes glancing up to check on the dark haired man beside you occasionally.

After you had a moment with the grave of your father, you met the two back in the car, heading to the house you grew up in. While it was dark and dreary for you, you only imagined what Severus was feeling. You met with the minister, your father having left his will with him. While you were quite surprised of the outcome, Severus didn't even flinch as you were left with everything your father had to offer, leaving him with nothing.

You walked into your room, glancing around at the space, remembering the memories you had, the positive and happy ones, but only felt a sadness for your brother, knowing he had nothing of the sort. Your feet quickly led you to your father's study, having heard him enter it as you walked off yourself, only to find him sitting in the desk chair, a letter in his hands. He was shaking slightly, causing a worry to fill up inside of you. Before he noticed your presence, too wrapped up in the letter, your wand was pulled at two words slipped from your lips, "Accio letter." Before he could stop the parchment from leaving his fingertips, it fell to your own, your eyes skimming the paper quickly.

"Severus....my only son....I apologise for so much....I know I was wrong.....your sister.....I have no right to ask you for anything.....watch over her.....If there is any good I ever left for you, it's her...." As your eyes went back to the top of the paper to read it's words properly, it was taken out of your grip, folded, and placed in the inside pocket of your brother's suit before he walked out silently.

Sixth Year

Your breath was held as your stared up at the dark haired woman, a fear in your entire soul, one you didn't even know you could feel. You heard him before you saw him, his horrible voice filling your ears. "Another Snape, I knew ministry records would prove to be more than beneficial." Your eyes shut as he stepped before you, only to have Bellatrix's hands forcing them open, your eyes making contact with his. "You will help Draco." Be stated, looking behind you to the boy being held back by his father, desperately attempting to reach you. "You will. Kill. Dumbledore."

You were released, your body falling to the floor, only to be cradled in your boyfriend's arms moments later. "I'm so sorry love, I'm so, so sorry." Tears slipped from your eyes the moment you knew your were alone with Draco, a sob softly falling from your lips. You were scared beyond imagine, never having thought you'd come face to face with Voldemort like you just had.

You were forced up quickly, oxygen leaving your lungs as you feared the worst, but were quickly met with the face of your brother. "How?" He asked, looking at Draco. "Umbridge, as soon as he slipped into the Ministry, she was quick to explain about the other Snape. Mom wrote to her to invite her to the Manor, when she arrived, Bellatrix met her." You stared up at your brother, but his eyes refused to meet yours. He nodded once, twice, before stepping back to pace the floor.

"I'll write to Beauxbatons, I'm sure they will let you in even though it's your sixth year. If not, Ilvermony would be more than happy to take you." He nodded once more, moving to the door. "Sev, stop." You spoke, but watched him continue his walk. "Sev." You tried again, but the sound of his steps continued to fill the air. "Severus!" You yelled out, a sob slipping again.

"I'm not leaving Hogwarts, I'm not. I'm not leaving Draco, and I sure as hell am not leaving you! I'm your sister, everyone knows now. I'm not leaving." Your voice held stronger than you thought it would, but your tears still slipped down your cheeks. Although he didn't turn to face you, you watched his shoulders tense before exiting the room, your body collapsing into your boyfriend's once more.

As you walked with Draco through the halls of your school, your heart felt heavier than it did every year at school combined. The joy you felt every time you walked into the door of the school didn't fill your body, the warmth you felt each moment in it's corridors was replaced with a chilling cold that felt harsher than the worst of winters.

With every attempt of the murder, you found it harder and harder to breathe. Draco had admitted to you about Snape taking on the Unbreakable spell for him, not much was said about you and, nothing was ever said to you. Any type of time you set aside for your older brother was now filled with plans of, well, murder. Plans to kill the best headmaster you ever knew.

As you and Draco stood before the old man, your heart broke with every padding second. "Draco, Y/n, let me help you." His voice was feeble like, almost dipped in death already. "I don't need your help. Don't you understand, we have to do this, we have to kill you. Or he's going to kill her, me. Both of us." His hand was tightly enclosed in yours, but as the room filled with death eaters, Bellatrix pried you both apart and whispered harshly to you both. "Do it!"

But, the spell was cast by the man who had separated himself from you all year. Your eyes wide as you watched the man fall from the tower, both Draco and Severus ushering you off the grounds.

Seventh Year

With each word that came from Hogwarts to any "death eaters" meeting, the muggle pen wrote it all down on the soft skin of your arm, only to be copied down onto parchment and sent out in hopes that it safely met the trio.

With each day that passed, the fear in your heart grew. Not only the fear of Voldemort, but the fear of death that came with any student that sat in the halls of Hogwarts.

Hogwarts.

Your heart clutched with both love and hatred of the school. Love for the memories, the moments, the time spent. Hatred for the actions being fulfilled there by the man you called your brother.

You stayed quite close with Draco in his home, the both of you fearing every breath you took. The honest feeling of life of death hung over the backs of you both, the fear of the coming war plaguing you, paralyzing you. The only hope you had was the hope of the trio, of Harry Potter. The boy who lived in fear every second, just like the entire wizarding world.

You longed to see your friends, you longed to see your professors, you longed to see your brother. But each day was filled with voices of the dark, plans for the deaths, and nightmares of the future. It all lead up to the moment you stood behind Voldemort, praying the help you sent before had met Harry, your hand tightly in Draco's. As the wands raised, attempting to break down the protections spells, you released the hand of your love and fled off into the woods, praying you could find any way of entrance into the castle. Your heart beat harshly against your chest, the sweat pouring from your skin as you looked at the professors on the other side of the spells.

You smiled at them, hope filling you as they smiled back. Thank merlin for Harry communicating your loyalty to them all. You were filled with a happy kind of dread when the barrier broke, knowing it allowed you in, but with the price of the wrong end of the war following you. You slipped into the castle, finding the trio with quite a bit of work.

Your greetings were met with quick hugs and smiles, but was followed with spells being cast in every direction, hoping you could protect each other with each one. You all froze as Harry groaned in pain, your heart hurting for the boy before you. None of you deserved this war, none of you deserved this fear, but Harry didn't deserve this pain.

He explained the location of the dark wizard, leading the three of you to the boat house. A squeak almost left your lips, but Hermione's hands slipped over you, holding your head to her chest as you watched in horror, Voldemort speaking to your brother. With each passing second, you felt as though a millions years moved before you. Your heart shattering as you watched the horrid snake beat into your brother, taking with him each breath of life.

As soon as the girl let you go, you scrambled into the building, rushing to the dark haired man. "Sev, Sev, no." You cried, holding him to you. "No, it's okay, you're gonna be okay. Harry, do something!" You screamed at the boy, looking at him desperately. "Y/n," he began, but words refused to form at his tongue. "Hermione, you have to know something, some kind of spell." You sobbed harder as she looked as heartbroken as the boys, causing you to look down at your brother. "Sev, please." You cried, watching as Harry took the tear from his cheek.

"I am so sorry, y/n." his voice grew weaker with each syllable, his eyes almost shaking with the force he was using to keep them open. "I- I love you." He whispered, his eyes desperate as he prayed he was heard by the one person in the world he found himself able to love after Lily.

Your sobs filled the air, your arms holding his body. "Sev, Sev, I love you too." You cried out, wishing nothing more than to be able to go back and hold him like a sister should her brother more than you ever did.

"I won't let him win, I won't." you whispered, your eyes closing as your felt a part of you slip from your being, leaving a brother size whole in its place.

After the war

"You're sure you have everything? I mean, if you don't, I'll owl it to you, but you have your robes, yes? You'll need to put those on before you arrive. And you have a bit of money for the trolley, yes? Your dad gave you some?" You patted down your son, attempting to tame his hair. While he got the color from his father, the texture and mess came from you.

"Honey, Harry is here." Your husband's voice was soft as it always was in your ear, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both turned to greet the man. "Harry, Ginny." Your arms wrapped around both in a hug, having kept in touch with them quite a bit sense the war. "Y/n, Draco." Harry said, turning back around to attend to his own son.

"How is he feeling?" You asked Ginny, greeting Hermione and Ron as they found you all. "About as nervous as Harry was his first time. Pretty sure he gave us the same look Harry did when Mum told him to run into the wall." She laughed softly, smiling at you. Draco had slipped his son a few more coins, whispering the words, "Say, 'We'll take the lot', okay? You do it, not a Potter."

Your own laughter filled the air as you caught the silent whispers from your husband. "Leave him be. So Harry bought out the lot first year, he doesn't have to do it his own first year." You smiled, kissing his head as he stepped onto the train, your smile growing as he sat in the compartment with the Potter's and Weasley's.

The train began pulling off at 11:00 sharp, your hand waving frantically. "Be good, and you better write! I love you so much Sev!" You called, your heart squeezing ever so slightly at the nickname.

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[kaisooficrec]

Hello! First time asker but longtime follower from 2014 ❤️ I love hurt/comfort so I would like to request fics where Jongin or Soo get jealous! The whole plot can revolve around it or it can just be a scene or chapter in a bigger plot/fic. Thank you!

OMG hello lovely anons!! Since 2014, that is such an honour!! We have soooo many jealous kaisoo fics, we hope this will make up for waiting so long /cries

jealous kyungsoo:

Sucker - continuation to Tempo/Heaven jgjfj bad boy soo and soft nini >>>> anything else tbh (this series has both of them jealous!!!)

Can You Handle My Cue? - Canon compliant, Smut, Fluff, Humor. THE AMOUNT OF PUNS, my lord. TaeKai went on a very platonic pool date and Kyungsoo is not having it. Until Jongin shows him just how fun pool can be and how loved he is.

is that jealousy, i see? - PWP, non AU. Kyungsoo finds a KaiStal picture on Twitter and Jongin finds his jealous boyfriend incredibly sexy.

Say my Name - Single Dad!AU, FLUFF. This one is just self-indulgent because Kyungsoo is jealous of Jongin being the first one to be called by his own little daughter. Beautiful domestic sweetness.

Confession - Fluff, College!AU. Kyungsoo receives an unexpected confession from THE Kim Jongin and enjoys getting to know him and spending time with him. Until Sehun shows up and expresses a bit too much affection for the younger. EXO OT9 so their squads are toptier.  

Hearts & Empires - The Selection!AU, Modern Royalty!AU, Fluff, Angst, 26 chapters and counting.  Do Kyungsoo was one of the Selected by mistake. It was against his will. He hated being in the palace and he hated the crown prince. But will he say the same when he has found himself getting jealous whenever the crown prince spends his time with the other Selected?

Secret Love Story - they’re roommates and even tho they’re bfs, ksooo doesn’t open us easily due to his past and jongin is still very patient with him. ksoo also gets jealous of jongin’s friend luhan

(Won’t You) Build Me Up - engineer!jongin and architect!soo were once best friends since childhood and then boyfriends but they broke up and then meet again when they’re older and become neighbours. kyungsoo has a project and works on a new house for jongin

Imprint - kyungsoo works in a library and sees a guy spacing out with his headphones on and then they talk. he thinks jongin has a gf who always comes with him and kyungsoo is jealous 

jealous jongin:

Jongin Watches 100 Days My Prince - kgdjj inspo by soo’s drama….jealous nini and soo dressing up as a prince ;))))))

Your scent - Jongin gets jealous watching Kyungsoo kiss someone on set(Abo Au)

No one liked the green-eyed monster - Jongin is upset about kyungsoos drama and they have a bit of a falling out( there seems to be a theme with the jealous Jongin fics)

flip the switch - ABO Mechanics, smut, fluff. Kyungsoo just has a lot of affectionate friends but his alpha boyfriend does not like it.

is this how i die?(probably not) - Fluff, forced ChanSoo. Nothing new, just Jongin not understanding why he can’t be partnered with his favourite hyung in photoshoots.

Jealousy - Smut, Fuckbuddies!AU. It doesn’t matter if they argue (among other things) every time they meet, Kyungsoo is Jongin’s, and only Jongin’s.

Little Green Monster - Humor, Fluff. Jongin shouldn’t have tried to sabotage Chanyeol’s lunch for snuggling Kyungsoo to sleep, and payback didn’t have to go that hard on him.

Traces - Smut. Another one where Chanyeol annoys Jongin and awakes his territorial instincts. Kyungsoo just enjoys. *wink wink*

Yours - Married!AU, Fluff. Kyungsoo is happy to rebuild his awkward friendship with his ex-boyfriend Hyunsik but when Jongin knows, it takes even more effort.

0.4 - Married!AU, Light Angst, Oneshot. Kyungsoo doesn’t mind Jongin’s “strict” love but one day, he snaps. Whew, it escalated quickly and not in the freaky way. 

When Jealousy Hits Jongin - Established RelationshipAU, Fluff, Humor, OT12. Jongin gets jealous watching *his* Kyungsoo’s interactions with the boys. I am no softie but at this point, Tao is my child.

Write Me Into Your Fiction, Hyung - Fluff, Humor, Chaptered. Jongin just wants  Kyungsoo to notice him instead of obsessing over EXO M, but he’s too busy writing fanfiction. BaekSoo as bestfriends>>>

and they were rommates - Friends-to-lovers, Romance, Oneshot. Kyungsoo is set on confessing to his roommate and bestfriend Jongin after his return from a trip. What he doesn’t expect is said Jongin to have a boyfriend and him suddenly getting irrtated whenever Sehun came over for help or support.

Insidious - Non AU, Psychological Horror, side!KrisYeol. Jongin’s attraction to Kyungsoo has nothing to do with the superficiality of Kai’s fanservice with D.O. When he realizes that and discovers Kyungsoo’s crush on Chanyeol, the young boy resorts to extreme methods. Damn, that was an intense fic. Please proceed with caution.

I Am Happy When I Am With You - ABO Mechanics, Smut, Fluff. Alpha!Jongin always felt possessive towards his friend Kyungsoo but never worked up the courage to confess. It only gets worse when Omega!Kyungsoo offers to share his first heat with him. Cute idiots in love.

Off screen - jongin is jelly jelly because kyungsoo had a kiss on screen with his co-star actress :))

Can’t Stand it Babe (Gotta Have You) - office au, co-workers and friends flirt with ksoo and jongin is having none of that

have a fake bf/gf to make the other jealous:

The Friend Zone - HunHan are tired of how dense Kyungsoo is with his bestfriend!Jongin and hire Taemin to make his realize that the Eternal Friendzoned boy actually friendzoned his bestie. Humor and super gay Luhan.

To Steal You with a Kiss - Humor, Smut, side!Chanbaek. Kyungsoo and Kai are only friends with benefits but Kyungsoo wouldn’t mind feeling a little more loved. And what’s better than making Jongin jealous and fake dating his friend Ren. This is the first fic I read with a NU’EST member (Choi Minki).

both are jealous:

Miss Me - Smut, Romance. All of South Korea knows Actor!Kyungsoo for being husband material and CEO!Jongin for being one of the hottest bachelors in the country. What they don’t know is that they only have eyes for each other. (both are jealous here)

A Heart at Peace - top top! this is a good drama ad pining in one where they’re jealous without realizing that. jongin is junmyeon’s younger brother and a friend, or so kyungsoo thinks but jongin has stronger feelings towards kyungsoo than just being friends 

like glass - roommates kaisoo / housemates. first they just lived together and ksoo took care of jongin very well even if jongin had a gf at that time then jongin realizes that ksoo is the best person he could ever ask for

Happy reading ~ Admin Cookie & Admin J

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #fic request #exo #r:possessive kai #r:possessive soo #j #admin cookie

[byuns-asscheeks]

I don't know how to explain it but each day god forbid, EXO disbandment seems more and more likely

Weird feeling that Ksoo might even just go into acting and do occasional songs

Kai is definitely renewing his contract with SM, whether its with EXO or as a soloist is unknown to me

Baekhyun is 100% renewing its a given at this point, he is the most successful soloist in kpop right now let alone EXO and SM provides the best resources to further his recognition

Lay breaks my heart because they haven't even given him an opportunity to be live with EXO since 2016 and I know he always says he won't ever leave since the chinese trio left but lets be honest here he probably won't renew, SM might buy some shares in his company though to keep links open in China

Suho and Xuimin I think personally will renew just because their best bets are with SM, if their individual PR teams step up like KaiBaeks did the. they might have a real chance of great gp recognition along with their EXO heritage, Suho's album was extremely successful so we now he thrives well as a soloist, we just need xuisolo now(are u listening minseok RELEASE IT NOW)

Chanyeol is really tricky tbh, I genuinely believe that he's 50/50, the way SM treated his "sCanDaL" makes me believe they were sort of showing him their company power, he stays and they defend him, or he leaves and they tarnish his reputation by not defending him, the delayed response to the matter makes me believe he is negotiating his contract but honestly he has the most chance of success outside of the group, he produces and writes his own songs, he can sing dance and rap, studio NNG doesn't belong to SM at all so there's obviously conflict there because the company cant benefit off it at all, the way they treated the ChanHun album because SM gained nothing due to the fact Chan wrote all the lyrics makes me believe him and the company know how much of an asset he is to them, so he 50/50 to me

Sehun I believe will renew, he has the best chance in SM, he can model, act and have collaborations, he also is a bit of an ace in the fact that he possesses all three talents but doesn't really care which one to focus on more,he treats all three of his talents equally, therefore SM will help him achieve his needs in all three sectors making the company moolah and Sehun known in the general public

Jongdae breaks my heart but I believe he won't come back to EXO, that god awful son of a bitch company deserves hell, they always treated him like the runt of EXO anyway, if he leaves he can focus on his singing but unfortuntanely he might renew his contract to the company as a soloist as SM can provide the neutral ground so that other companies can hire him, I feel as though SM knows how powerful his voice is so if he leaves they can sort of blacklist him in the kpop community so he HAS to come back to the shithole that is SM, even if SM doesn't blacklist him they can still completely shatter his reputation with other companies making them wary of hiring jongdae because of the backlash he got for his family (fuck the world for hurting this precious angel he deserved so much better and NOONE deserves abuse for finding love and happiness and a healthy beautiful family, anyone who wished him hate deserves death, there I said it)So I feel he sort of has the best chance by staying in SM(i wish that company nothing but hell) but he deserves so much more god bless his heart

Fuck SM, not only did they sabotage our precious group from the start but I will actually be surprised if they decide to renew the group contract, in my mind EXO sort of gave us the last album as a farewell and its breaking my heart omg, god I pray that I'm wrong but hopefully once the boys have finished their service the answer to EXOs future will be clearer, anyway even if our boys disband, we have 9 precious boys to be incredibly thankful too for giving me the best 10 years of my life, I pray this is a temporary limbo we've reached because of the military but for me I believe EXO might be over, god FUCK SM SO FUCKING HARD AND ROUGH I PRAY THAT THEY NEVER RISE AGAIN AND OUR BOYS FIND ANOTHER COMPANY TO THRIVE IN

[thedeviousdo]

I truly wonder if you would write the same text if no one had gone to send ksoo off from the gorup. Im genuinely wondering is it only ok and suddenly a very private and only family oriented cus it's chanyeol? I thought exos were supposed to be family

Hey there anon, yes actually it would be the same exact message if it were Soo or any other member in this case that didn't go to see them off. Making it an individual thing like this doesn't help and it causes unnecessary animosity. There is no need to put one member higher than the other in any regard, even if they are our bias. No where in my message did I indicate that either. When I first got into kpop I learned about the forced enlistment, since it's not something done in my country. I took the time to educate myself a tiny bit about it, and one of the recurring themes was how private this experience was for so many. So when I said that in my message I meant it.

I'm sorry if you took it that way, since it wasn't the intention. What was, instead of being mean about any of this, we should come together and share the sadness and the goodness.

#i hope his enlistment doesnt hurt you for too long #and i do hope it becomes easier #all the love anon

[velvetsehun]

And he is really not living a comfortable life (it hurts). Okay and she deserves the job of a detective or a mafia boss itself, hehehe. And the last part, the last part. Chanyeol got stabbed and he called her yoora... We are going to get a little bit of his past in the next chapter (we are, right?) Me is excited... The overall chapter was so so beautiful. The baekhyun and ksoo convo and this jeonghan is really suspicious (why i think he is the one keeping tabs on her)

sehun’s life is complicated, probably why he didnt pass comment on hers; hers is hard for reasons that arent like his, but to some degree its easier then his own, she said herself she has to make rent, sehun has to make sure he doesnt lose a limp or a life. maybe she will move up in the world, bar work isnt forever~ 

we are going to see more of his past, its why i wanted to start the chapter off with chanyeol - he’s got a lot to say that hasnt been said yet! and his feelings are going to complicate things ;) im glad you enjoyed the chapter! the baek and soo conversation was one of my highlights, i enjoy writing character conversing with each other in a settled way! jeonghan, sweet dr in training, guess we’ll see what i do with him~ (3/5)

[do-kyngsoo]

i feel the same way about kolo (ksoo solo). at the beginning of the year there were rumors hed be in a subunit called sky w chanyeol and jongin or smthn but no. idk if it's him who doesnt want it bc hes busy w acting, but ik a lot of ppl are waiting for an r&b album from him. ive been waiting for a chansoo unit since like growl era but since chanyeol is in sc now, i dont see that happening

I don't think it's that he doesn't want it, there are a lot of accounts of him saying he wants to do a solo, one time where at a fansign where a fan asked if he was doing an ost for his movie and he said sm was heavily against it, he's said a few times that he wishes he could be a part of cbx too, not to mention all the times that he's with chanyeol in the studio composing songs and writing lyrics. So i highly doubt that he doesn't want to or that he wants to just focus on acting, tbh i think most of that are words coming from non ksoo stans who would prefer him to stay away from singing so their bias could have more opportunities which is sad but fans are like that i guess 😔

All the times chanyeol or jongin said they wanted to be in a unit with ksoo definitely got my hopes up too (ive basically been waiting for a chansoo unit since i became a fan lool) but exo sc did a great job and im glad it happened because until obsession dropped what a life was my favourite album for the year

And another thing i've seen a lot is people (again non ksoo stans) saying that sm probably doesn't think his album would do well which honestly is laughable. Ksoo is arguably the most popular exo member in korea through his acting, I mention this case every time but the fact that during exolympics ksoo was one of the top trending on his own in korea (and japan) because people didn't know that private won from along with the gods was actually an idol singer, ksoo has brough exo a lot of male and older female fans through his acting too just because they were curious to know more about him.

If you combine that with the stats for that's okay, this unpromoted station song topped the charts when it was released, it stayed in the top 100 for a long time (i think months) and then if you compare it to other sm solo releases

2 of the songs above it were released months before it and were part of full promoted albums (with music shows and interviews etc) and the last song was released a few weeks after and was an ost for an extremely popular drama for the year (plus taeyeon is a digital beast so its to be expected lool). I'm not saying this to put others down because they fully deserve the figures they have but my point of it is to show that if ksoo can get these kind of figures on the other artists levels for a single unpromoted song with an mv that doesn't even have him in it then imagine what he could have done with a full album and a bit of promotion 🤷🏽‍♀️ plus so many idols and other korean celebrities have all recommended his song, said that ksoo is the idol they would want to collab with and when describing the song mentions the lyrics (that ksoo wrote) and ksoos voice as the main reasons they like the song so the boys got talent but we knew that 😂

i always go on a super long rant with these and i'm sorry to my followers for this but i feel like ksoos solo is LONG overdue, he is a MAIN vocalist yet has hardly ever been treated that way by sm (don't even ask me about the list of how many solo, collab and unit songs ksoo has released compared to the other members...it makes for extremely depressing reading and i wish i never looked)

but also i'm mad at a lot of other member stans disregarding ksoo as a main vocalist too and trying to use the excuse of him acting as a reason for why he shouldn't sing and especially knowing that their reasons for saying this are really selfish, they should support every member instead of trying to push one to the side

bottom line: sm better give ksoo his solo album when he returns or i will personally find lee soo man to yell at him

#you probably wasnt expecting this anon loool #every now and again i need to let my frustration out in a post like this #ksoo works so hard its just a shame to see him now get much back from others #ask #anon

[kimchikai-sooshi]

S*M is not sleeping on Kyungsoo...

And people actually believe it??

Well what do you expect?? Would she say otherwise and go against the company which she WORKS FOR?? Oh please...

The way she said it with so much emphasis and how marz laughed at the question and looked at her for the answer like /see what a mess your company has created/...

Though such clarifications and assurances about ksoo's wellbeing are most welcomed, but if they come from such an unworthy source (an s*m staff and an ex-s*m producer) I would suggest people to take it with a grain of salt.

I am not saying that ksoo's enlistment can't be his own decision from the start. It is a valid possibility. But you see, there is no proper ground to support it. On the top of it, the way that company is dealing with ksoo's schedule lately (I cringed while writing this), I will really not believe in whatever sh*t they give us unless it is supported with a REASONABLE fact.

Time is ticking... July 1st is coming... if he goes without a proper schedule or if behaviour of the members is odd... It will solidify the theory of rift between ksoo and S*M for me... there's no logic otherwise

#kyungsoo #kyungsoo enlistment

[chrisbangs]

Happy Birthday to one of the Most Important People In My Life, aka Abia, aka @seungminhos!

Oh Boy. Here we go... (I want you to know I haven’t even started typing yet and I’m already in tears... For Fuck’s Sake!) 

Happy birthday babie! My sweet little dumpling! My angel snowdrop! Happy birthday dummy!!! I don’t even know where to begin, I spent the whole day dreading writing this message because I knew I’d start crying, but I’m going to do my best to remain A Strong Dude and not weep my eyes out. 

So, I believe the first time I messaged you, way back when, was because I was curious about which SKZ song you weren’t a fan of, after you rb’d a post about it. And you were like ‘omg, well, it’s this song’ and I was like ‘ohhhh thats cool’ and then?? We just?? Kept talking? Like idk?? It really wasn’t the most dramatic of introductions into a friendship, but it was very chill? And after that we found out you were at the same uni I used to be at and that was a ride. 

And like, we stayed talking for a while, but I think we really got close at the end of last year/towards the beginning of this year. You really helped me out during a super difficult time. You were one of the two people who knew that my mom got a surgery and so you really helped me out by sticking with me and just listening to me rant about all of it. You really fucking helped me and that meant so much to me... It was a point where I was so lonely in my life and I had absolutely no one around to help me cope with how much stress I was feeling, but you were right there constantly cheering me on and listening to my worries- I can never ever explain to you how indebted I am to you for what you did for me. 

Not only that, but you continued to help me with some Personal Drama that arose a while later with some people in my life. You listened to me. You always apologize to me that you wish you could do more, but I hope you know, not a lot of people really do listen to me irl, and you simply sticking by and hearing what I have to say? Means so much to me. More than I could ever explain. Abia, you give me a safe place to let go of my concerns and you’ve been such a safe place since I met you. 

And to cap it off, Miss President of The Seungminators, you’re so loving. You have love for everyone- Seungmin, Minho, Woojin, SKZ, your friends, KSoo- Like the list Goes On. You share your love and your humour and your warmth with all of those people around you. When I first met you and talked to you, you really made me laugh- and you still do. I’m so so so grateful to you, for making my days and my life brighter and warmer and for always putting that Good Good Seungmin content on my dash. 

You’re one of the strongest and most courageous people I’ve ever met- you’ve sacrificed a lot and worked so hard to get where you are. You’re not only a smart kid, but also a really, really, REALLY amazing friend. I’m so proud of you for working hard at school but for also being a warm and caring person in your life. You make my heart spin ma’am, and you make me feel loved. 

For all of this, and so much more, I’m so grateful to you. My ‘thank yous’ cannot begin to encompass the love and thankfulness and gratitude I feel toward you and you really deserve to know that you’re extraordinary. Thank you for being one of my closest friends and for helping find light in my life when everything around me was dark. I am so thankful and honored to be your friend and to be able to wish you, happy birthday. 

I love you dearly dummy! 

- Love, Ganguli! 

(P.S: I said stay up to you with my whole chest like I was gonna make you stay up fnawoefinawoeifaiw WHACK how I’m annoying like that.........) 

#happy birthday abia :( #i l*ve you so much #i'm not gonna write a lot in the tags but ;; ___ ;; serious hbd babie

[angstyexo]

41, 53 with ksoo ? >

41. take notes, sweetheart.

53. take off your shirt.

prompt list

do kyungsoo/reader

you were sure you were going to fail chemistry.

the tubes and the formulas just weren’t your thing. so, when you were assigned to being partners with kyungsoo, the “class genius”, you thought you were going to be nothing but a burden. his usually emotionless face didn’t help you either. however, that wasn’t the case.

you were struggling with completing a certain formula when kyungsoo guided your hand and helped you pour the contents of the vial into a tube.

“t-thanks,” you stuttered, not knowing what to say. you didn’t know if you should be screaming because of embarrassment or because he touched your hand.

he smiled, not acting smug at all. “take notes, sweetheart.” was all he said before going to finish whatever he was writing in his notebook.

the bass-boosted music of the party was starting to give you a headache.

normally, you wouldn’t have been bothered by it, but since you were already frustrated with life at the moment, it felt like your head was about to split open.

why did i even bother coming?, you thought bitterly as you tried to navigate your way to the kitchen. the house was packed with dancing people glittering with sweat as they had fun. you lost the friend that convinced you to come with her in the sea of people, leaving you to fend for yourself against horny guys and other evils at a typical party.

you squeezed in between other people, finally making your way to the kitchen, away from the people and the loud music. opening the fridge, you scanned the shelves for anything to drink other than alcohol. you sighed in relief as you found water. as you took it out, you tried to turn at the same time, only to bump into a body.

the sudden movement made the water in the pitcher spill over and on to the unsuspecting person’s chest. you panicked and quickly shut the fridge door before trying to find a place to put the pitcher down. you turned to the victim but then felt your heart skip a beat.

“kyungsoo?” you asked in disbelief. kyungsoo was indeed the one you spilled the water on. you were expecting an angry, or at least annoyed expression on his face, but there wasn’t any hint of that. instead, he had a slight grin. you shook yourself out of the shock and quickly apologized.

“i’m so sorry!” you squeaked out as you bowed deeply. there was a wet patch on the chest area of his black shirt. while staring at him, you couldn’t help but notice how well the shirt suited him and the way it hugged his figure.

“it’s alright, y/n.” he said with a nod. you relaxed but instantly tensed up again because when have you ever told him your name? you bit your lip but chose to focus on the situation at hand.

“it’s all wet,” you said while frowning. without thinking, you blurted out, “i’ll get you a new one!take off your shirt.” you clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you just said. kyungsoo also looked equally shocked, but quickly recovered.

“wait, t-that’s not what i wanted it to sound like!” you said instantly, internally face palming yourself for making the situation more awkward. kyungsoo laughed, his deep laugh rumbling through his chest.

“i know,” he said after he calmed down. “i’ll just ask jongin for a new one.” he began to walk away. but before he exited the door, he turned back around and gave you shy smile. “you’re cute, you know.” he muttered. it wasn’t loud, but you heard it perfectly. then he left, leaving you flustered with your emotions and with a blush on your cheeks.

#kyungsoo #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo angst #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo scenario #kyungsoo imagine #kyungsoo drabble #kyungsoo blurb #kyungsoo fanfic #kyungsoo fanfiction #exo #exo x reader #exo angst #exo fluff #exo scenario #exo imagine #exo drabble #exo blurb #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #short reads

[kaisooficrec]

Well I feel down lately and all I need is some angsty fics. But nothing super heavy( I can't handle that sh*t). Like one of them mocks the other (bullying, tbh) and later he feels guilty, (you know they hurt the other but in deep, he likes him). I know I'm not good at explaining, I hope you guys know what I mean :/

Hey there! I’m profusely sorry we couldn’t get this ask out on time but I really hope you’re doing better. But angst is always (ironically) positive, so enjoy!

Bullying/Mocking:

They Were Not Friends - Age swap, oneshot. Jongin refused the friendship of his new neighbour back when they were kids, and even through middle school. When he gives them a chance, he realizes Kyungsoo is more than an owl-eyed dongsaeng. Light angst and some nice mild fluff to top it all.

Black Magic - A classic by now. Mama Powers!AU, dragons!AU, OT-12 and multiple pairings. The criminal turned student who can “hear” stones fascinates teleporter Kai and triggers instinctive tension between them. Kyungsoo is bullied for basically the entirety of the fic, but magic and smut and tons of plot, so an important read. 

What We Find - Soulmates!AU by Indigomini (a.k.a a certified masterpiece). Jongin waited his whole life to find his soulmate but once he does, his entire beliefs are shaken. Kyungsoo is just a heartbroken jerk and Jongin is the most precious human being. Read for guaranteed heart squeezes, laughs and frEAKY times. 

Boundless - Abusive relationship, dubcon. While massaging Jongin’s scared body, Kyungsoo doesn’t know if he passionately hates or horribly loves the manipulative bully terrified by storms. Pretty nice and dark. 

Omega Nini - Jongin is an omega who has been bullied for long before turning into a bully himself, which is a major turnoff to rich bulky alpha!Kyungsoo. Not angsty but mentions of violence.

loving can hurt, loving can heal - Or how a bee causes Kyungsoo and Jongin to break up. Could’ve been angstier but the hurt is there.

Unlikely Friends - Harry Potter!AU, (kind of) enemies to lovers. Hufflepuff!Jongin and Gryffindor!Kyungsoo hate each other but only because their pets don’t accept to be separated. The angst is very minimal but they have some bad times. (side XiuHan and SuChen)

Hurts the other but regrets later:

Everlasting Light - Well, WELL. That was some intense beautiful writing there. I don’t wanna spoil, but both are hurt and both go extreme lengths to forget each other. An awesome fic, more on the heavy side but it won’t leave you sad. I wish I knew it earlier.

SUNFLOWER - Kaileidohscope! They break up in college because of Kyungsoo’s addictions and meet years later in Chanyeol’s wedding. Jongin is basically perfect in this fic and the feelings are portrayed really realistically and beautifully. Great angst.

Anything You Can Do - Yes, another one by Indigomini, I’m barely sorry. A fiery love-hate relationship that lasts for too long before they allow themselves second chances. Not too angsty but not light neither, and hehe, smut.

Eunoia - That’s a short one, more poetic than angsty. But I actually loved the vibe, and Kyungsoo gets hurt in the process oops.

forest fires - Awesome mild angst. Kyungsoo and Jongin are students in Cambridge in the 20s but from different social casts. It’s beautifully written, Jongin is the best poet irl anyway and Kyungsoo’s a stuttering artist.

November Sky - Blind!Kyungsoo is the only one who was prepared enough to survive the apocalypse, alone, or at least until he opens his door and his house to a starved Southerner. Angsty towards the end, but mostly fluffy in a vague cozy way. 

Been Through - Non AU, around 2016. Kyungsoo flies to Japan with friends to spend his and Jongin’s birthdays away and sets off Jongin’s mixed feelings. It’s a pretty intense smutty oneshot, and the ending is barely happy but INDIGOMINI AGAIN SO YOU BET IT’S GOOD.

I know now (we were meant to be) - Kyungsoo is a wealthy man who despises his privileged life. It gets even worse when his new bodyguard appears to be his ex from his military days. I love lowkey tsundere/rebellious Kyungsoo and strong Jongin. 

Take Off - Jongin is an exceptional ballet dancer and Kyungsoo can’t live with the fact that he’s holding him back from his dreams. Typical angst, so on the intense side of mild. Actually really good.

Smile - Kyungsoo is a war survivor and Jongin loves everything about him. I know this is not really what you asked for, but *this* is the angst I read when I’m feeling down. Just CJ’s bonus.

Storm in a Teacup - Vampire AU. Kyungsoo is a human, and he really IS fine without a vampire bodyguard abut Jongin just wants to get his job done. It takes both of them near death experiences for Soo to accept him and hurts him pretty badly in the process. Still (bitter?)sweet and well written.

Says something that makes the other cry (pertains to some fics above, too):

Garnet Hearts - everybody should have read it at this point but!!!  royalty au and arranged marriage, uhm how many times we cried too when kyungsoo said something hurtful to poor jongin?? yea :oovv//

Through the Midnight Streets - Jongin’s bestfriend and long time crush dates a girl and doesn’t reciprocate his feelings when he finally expresses them. Years later, in Paris where Jongin is a ballet dancer, they meet again and Kyungsoo inadvertently hurts him again. This is a masterpiece. The angst is perfect but the setting is even more mesmerizing.

The last of The Wilds - supernatural / nymph / forest spirit and human. jongin can see kyungsoo, the forest spirit who was cursed by a witch and lost his lover and jongin is a carbon copy of him. jongin falls in love with kyungsoo but ksoo is so stubborn he hurts jongin many times jefhfhsdf

Well I really love angst and I actually have way more that I read when I’m feeling blue but I tried my best to stick to your request. Please don’t hesitate to check older asks for bully!Jongin, bully!Kyungsoo or angst in general here, here and here. Stay safe and happy!

- Admin Cookie

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #fic request #admin cookie #exo #r:happy end angst #r:hurting the other #r:bullying #r:bully soo #r:bully kai

[velvetchen]

hello!! me n mr sehun are here to send u love since it’s about time for another one of these! it feels like my time on here has gone so fast (i’ve only really been active for a year) but all of u have made every second of it feel wonderful, so here’s a “small” ff/appreciation post for all the lovely people whom i’ve met and had the honor of interacting with 💕 (under the cut bc this is just a gigantic lovepost)

bold: mutuals 💞: ur a cherished friend and i love you a lot! ✨: we may not have interacted much in the past but i admire you! italics: check the bottom for a special message!  normal: we’re not mutuals but you’re one of my favorite blogs!

ily you all so much!! i hope you’re all doing well and staying healthy and happy! if there was a post limit for the number of times i could say ily to u all id exceed it in less than a minute 

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@0ksoo​ ♡ @02pcy​ ♡ @04jerk​  ♡ @0pcy​ ♡ @1azydays​ ♡ @1osecontrol​ ♡ @1ovesyeol​  💞 ♡ @2baekxing​ ✨ ♡ @3cbx​​ ✨ ♡ @3kpop2jagi1​​​ 💞   ♡  @4baeksoo​​ ✨ ♡ @5ixing​​​   ♡ @5quad​  ♡  @6v6tmn​ ✨ ♡ @7deer-ofthe-dawn7​​  ♡ @88swife​ ♡ @88x10​ ♡ @8bityeol​​  ♡ @achenlove​ ♡ @aegipcy​ ♡ @ananou59​ ♡ @anderfe1​ ♡ @antiberry​  ♡ @artificialskyway​ ♡ @asmaspeaks​ 💞 ♡ @babesehun​ ✨ ♡ @babybaek-gif​ ♡ @babyboydae​ ♡ @babyjongin-png​ ♡ @baekberrie​  ✨ ♡  @baek-love​ ♡ @baek-hyunies​​ ✨ ♡  @baekhyuns  ✨ ♡ @baekintime​ ♡ @baekphia​  ✨ ♡ @baekthru​ ♡ @balancexing​ ♡ @battaery​ ♡ @bbhmutual​ ♡ @bbhyu​ ✨ ♡ @bias-yixing​  ♡ @bkhyunverse​​  ✨ ♡  @bling-me-up ♡ @bloomingbyun​ ♡ @bloomingchen​ ♡ @bloomingdaes​ 💞 ♡ @byun-l​ ✨ ♡ @byunists​ ♡ @byunrelatable​ 💞 ♡ @byunsbf​​  ✨ ♡  @byuny​

c-e

@cancermoonjongdae​ ✨ ♡ @cbxies​ ♡ @chaichanyeol​​  ✨ ♡ @changseobs​  ♡ @chanssoo​​ ♡  @chanyoel​ ✨ ♡ @chenbox​ ♡ @cheninadinoonesie​ ✨ ♡ @chensingmachinee​ ♡ @chenstao​ ♡ @chentlemen-first​ ♡ @chentrbl​​ ♡  @chenxibaek​ ✨ ♡ @chenyeo-l​​  ♡  @cherishbycbx​ ♡ @cherrydae​ ♡ @chnlsehun​ ♡ @cinnaminja​ ♡ @citrusluhan​ ✨ ♡ @coerry​​ ♡  @crownkingzyx​ ♡ @crushxiu​​ ♡  @cyberksoo​ ♡ @dae-d​ ♡ @daetrbl​ ♡ @dejasoo​ ♡ @detectivewillis​ ♡ @dksalbum​ ♡ @dokynugs​​ ♡  @dokyungsu​ ✨ ♡ @dokyungwrites​ ♡ @dropsofletters​  ✨ ♡  @dyontstop​​  ✨ ♡ @ellyoppa​​ ✨ ♡ @elyjeon​ ♡ @elyxiun​ ♡ @emperorzyx​ ✨ ♡ @estupidaugly​ ♡ @ethereallkai​ ♡ @eunkwqng​ ♡ @evalocity​ ✨ ♡ @ex-actlymytype​  ♡ @exidgf​  ✨ ♡ @exo-m​​

f-j  

@fairyyeols​ ✨ ♡ @floweryjeno​ ✨ ♡ @fluffyhunnie​ ♡ @fluffyyeollie​ ♡ @fullsunflower​ 💞 ♡ @furrykyun​ ♡ @fxlunas​ ♡ @gaytaeyongs​​ ♡  @gazpcy​ ♡  @glimmeringclouds​ ♡ @goodevenings​ ♡ @gowonsgf​ ✨ ♡ @gwaenchanhajagiya  ♡  @halfiechen​ ♡ @hanisgf​  ✨♡  @haramluhan​ ♡ @heartzyx​ ♡ @high-on-food​ ✨ ♡ @hongdxbin​  ✨ ♡ @horololbaek​ ✨ ♡ @hosehun​ ♡ @http-sehun​ ♡ @hunniedae​​ ♡ @hweseung​  ♡ @hycks​​ ✨ ♡   @il-hoon ♡ @ilovesehuns ♡ @ilovexiumin ✨ ♡  @ilovkji 💞 ♡ @ilovpcy ♡ @ilujongdae ♡ @iluyeri ♡ @ilywh ✨ ♡  @im-bicurious-yeah ♡ @ineedyixing ✨ ♡ @ireneluvclub ♡ @irenesgf ♡ @itsmeayishaa ✨ ♡ @j0ngs ♡ @jds1andonly 💞 ♡ @jenology ✨ ♡ @jenos ✨ ♡ @jeonheejin  ✨ ♡ @jihoonluv ✨ ♡  @jihyo  ✨ ♡ @jiminsglo ♡ @jinki-and-his-angels ♡ @jjonghyung ♡ @jnys ✨ ♡ @jongdaemyangel ♡ @jongdaepeche-mode  ♡  @jongdaeri  ✨ ♡  @jongnpls ♡ @jongtaeluv ♡ @junghansgf ✨  ♡ @junmyeonpng​

k-m

@k1mjdae ♡ @kaichouchou ♡ @kiddosaints 💞 ♡  @kimlips ♡ @kingzyx ♡ @kjd-l ♡ @kjds ♡ @kjmsbf  ♡ @kkimingyu  ✨ ♡ @kmjxngins 💞 ♡ @kokokysoo ♡ @kookiie-bear ✨ ♡ @kpopfanfictrash ✨ ♡ @kriswu  ♡  @ksoo-l  ♡ @ksoocafe ✨ ♡  @ksooscheeks ♡ @kuntented  ✨♡ @kyungsohs ✨ ♡  @kyungsooslatinagf ✨ ♡ @laypromise ♡ @leejinks ✨ ♡  @lgbtsuho ♡ @lisarastar  ♡ @littlepcy ✨ ♡ @loafsoo ♡ @loeychateau ♡ @loeycults ♡ @loeyflowers ♡ @loeys  ♡ @lovkibum ♡ @lovjeon ♡ @luckyones ♡ @lunarbaek  ♡ @luvchou  ♡  @lyjunggukie ♡ @m1ns1k  ♡ @merlionmen 💞 ♡ @merseok ✨ ♡ @milkrosea ♡ @milky-waee ♡ @minialbum ✨ ♡ @minijongdae ♡ @minseokcharm  ♡ @minseoksfav ♡ @minsoek-l ✨ ♡ @mintdae ♡ @mondaybluesmp3 ♡ @monsterpcy ♡ @moondks ♡ @mooonsherbet  ♡ @mrleejinki  ✨ ♡ @mysterylover  ✨

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@nctfansite​  ✨ ♡ @notsehun​ ♡ @nut4zyx​ 💞 ♡  @nuyra​​ ✨ ♡  @o1un​ ✨ ♡ @oceantaem​ ✨ ♡ @ohhhappydae​ ✨ ♡ @ohsehuns​​  ✨ ♡  @ohunshine​ ♡ @orbitmv​ ♡ @osh--l​​  ♡  @p6y​ ♡ @pcyall​  ♡ @pcys-l​  ♡ @peachykaix​​ ✨ ♡  @pebble-xo​ ✨ ♡ @petitshinee​ ✨ ♡ @pinkjd​  ♡ @pinkys​ ♡ @prince-lee-taemin​ ♡ @pufflejongin​ ✨ ♡ @pyosunshine​ ✨ ♡ @qimei​ ♡ @raindyops​ ♡ @ratbyun​ ♡  @real-pcys​ ♡ @renjun-l​ ♡ @replaysgf​ ✨ ♡ @rissa-is-a-nerd​  💞 ♡ @romantichen​ 💞 ♡ @sapphicshawol​ ✨ ♡ @sechens​ ✨ ♡ @sehuniepeach​ ✨ ♡ @sehunsface​ 💞 ♡ @seok​ ✨ ♡ @shawol-till-the-end​ ♡ @shimmie-shimmie-kokobop​  ♡ @shineeclub​  ♡ @shininmp3​​  ♡  @shyshykai​ ♡ @smartseok​​ ♡  @smileydae​ ♡ @sobrightandshinee​​ ♡ @softboytaem  ✨ ♡   @softkjd​  ♡  @softkso​ ♡ @softleo​ ♡ @songfromthesoul​ ♡ @soohoesgf​  ♡ @sophrosynes​ ✨ ♡ @spicybyun​​ ♡ @springcbx​​ ♡ @squishy-do-ksoo​  ♡  @stanjdae​ ♡ @stanminseok​ ✨ ♡ @starxiu​​  ✨♡  @succ-my-byuns​ ♡ @suchensheaven​ ♡ @suchently​  ♡ @suholeo​  ✨ ♡ @suhosboy​​ ♡ @suhosjaan​  ♡ @suhoslady​  ♡ @suhoswholeasswife​  ✨  ♡  @sunshinebaekh​ ✨ ♡ @sunshineyeols​ ♡ @sweetjunmyeon​ ✨ ♡ @sweetsoo​

t-z  

@taekaistan ♡ @taeminsbff ♡ @taeminlee ♡ @taeminsmove  ✨ ♡ @taemm  ♡ @taesty-taemin  ♡ @taeyyongs 💞 ♡ @teapical ✨ ♡ @technicallymilkshakes ♡ @tenult ✨ ♡ @textsoo ♡ @thegreatxingmibeyond  ✨ ♡ @thunderkjd ♡ @toboroki  ♡  @twentyep  ♡ @twinksuho ♡ @uminbean  ♡ @umsehun ♡ @up10chen ♡ @vangoghwithaflo  ✨ ♡ @viewgf  ✨ ♡ @vitaminsoek ♡ @vivaoh ♡ @vroomvroombaek ♡ @whatsoodo ♡ @whimsical-ness   💞 ♡ @whoreololo  ✨♡ @wodejongdae ♡ @wonhos-chubbybunny  ♡ @xbacks ♡ @xibaeks  ♡  @xingsus ♡ @xiubloom  ✨♡ @xiudough ✨ ♡ @xiuhnny ♡ @xiuhunsoo  ✨ ♡ @xiumens ♡ @xiuminified ♡ @xiuminscheeks ♡ @xiuxiuflake ♡ @xiuyeoltopia 💞 ♡ @xosehun ♡ @yeolben ♡ @yeolology ✨  ♡  @yeolosaur  ♡ @yeolsbaby ♡ @yeoreum ✨ ♡ @yerimoji  💞 ♡ @yiffxing ✨ ♡ @yijeong-you-little-shit  ♡ @yike-xing  ♡ @yixingminseokjongdae 💞 ♡ @your-woohyunnose ♡ @yukseongjae ♡ @yuqigf​  ✨♡  @yvesluv​ ✨ ♡ @zhangyeol​ ♡ @zyx-1​ ♡  @zyxgf​  ✨ ♡ @zyxjs​

♡ special messages: 

1ovesyeol: maki i kno we haven’t talked much but every time i see u on my dash or in my notifications or see you tagged me in something i literally go !!!!!!!!! i get so excited! ur so sweet and one of my favorite people 💞

bloomingdaes: kenzie my fellow hard jd stan i love u i love ur moodboards and ur writing and how much u love nature and ur so talented and so funny skjkjsjks i’m really so glad i know you!! u always put a smile on my face thank u for being so great 💞

jds1andonly: bee i really hope we get the chance to talk more in the future because you’re such a wonderful person n a great person to talk to !! we might not have interacted much recently but i really appreciate your presence in my life 💞

kiddosaints: clarisse you absolute seaweed i don’t know how we’ve put up with each other for this long. thank u for always being awake at 3 am when i want to complain and for sending me memes and being my basic goth bff i love u!! you’ve always understood me even tho we argue about everything but i love how easy our friendship is and i don’t think i’ve ever told you how much i appreciate being able to be ur friend 💞

merlionmen: diksha i love your positivity & how knowledgeable u are about things. i always learn something new every time we talk about something and i really appreciate that!! thank you for your insight and your conversations and your creativity 💞

romantichen: anna, it’s been a while since we talked but i really wanted to say thank you for your kindness and your peaceful presence. i think you’re a very gentle person and you always have something sweet to say! i’m thankful i met you. 💞

sehunsface: jui it feels like i just started messaging you but i’ve never been this comfortable with a friend and i think it’s because ur just one of those people who make everyone feel appreciated. i look forward to talking to you about everything and sending u posts about sehun and making u suffer by making u read my thirst posts every day. thank u for everything!! (and for introducing the cats to me of course). i hope we never grow apart. 💞

taeyyongs: sumaya i know we haven’t been talking for that long but ur one of the most interesting people i’ve ever met, ur funny and sweet and really smart and genuine and i really can’t wait to know you even better. thank u for all your kind words and humor. 💞

whimsical-ness: tara, you’re one of the most talented and beautiful people i know (beautiful inside and out). every time i read ur writing i’m in awe. sometimes i still can’t believe we’re mutuals let alone friends! i cherish every conversations we have. thank you for your stories and being such a wonderful person! 💞

yerimoji: kat i don’t have words for how much i appreciate u and your presence in my life! i still remember all our old conversations and inside jokes i have all our chats saved and i still go through them every now and then. you’re so soft and lovely and i’m so thankful for how you’ve been there for me for so long! ily! 💞

♡ and finally (but most importantly) i want to put in a thank you to every person who’s ever said something nice about my fics, whether in a simple compliment in your tags or an ask - u might not remember, but i definitely do. without you, i wouldn’t be writing. your love and feedback constantly inspires and motivates me and i can’t thank you enough! (i hope you all don’t mind being tagged)

@alisazmn ♡ @anotherscenarioblog ♡ artificialskyway ♡ @baekaix ♡ baekberrie ♡ @baekbunniee ♡ @baekfanapleintemps ♡ @baekmuffin ♡ @bansheeadele ♡ bbhyu ♡ @blamezhang ♡ @bluesficrecs ♡ @bobohuwu ♡ @booksforeverworld ♡ byun-l ♡ @chan-yolo​ ♡ cherrydae ♡ @chogiwhyyynot​ ♡ @choi-fish​ ♡ @distordue ♡ dropsofletters ♡ @f1gs​ ♡ @hansolturnt​ ♡  @hedwigs-quills​ ♡ @high-functioning-sociopathicgeek ♡ hweseung ♡ itsmeayishaa ♡ @killedby3xo  ♡ kookiie-bear ♡ @largepinkdolphin​ ♡ @littlesyasheep​ ♡ @lovestuck-j ♡ @meandmyteatree​ ♡ @miaricky​ ♡  @minoza-loey​ ♡ @monicaexol​ ♡ @noona-clock​ ♡ @parchaaiyaan​ ♡ @pcyungsoo​ ♡ @pixilatedaeries​ ♡ @portietomednalynn​ ♡ @rcsemyg​ ♡ rissa-is-a-nerd ♡ @sereinish​ ♡ @shuirosgarden​ ♡ @simpleejihoon​ ♡ @smoochews​ ♡ @sol-ficrecs​ ♡ @soogirlfriend​ ♡ stanminseok ♡ teapical ♡ @thatssharpilikeit​ ♡ @uwujohnny​ ♡ @very-important-army​ ♡ @where-is-my-llama​ ♡ whoreololo ♡ @yeollieollie​ ♡ @yoongisfire 

#god SDJSKSK this took ten years to do #i didn't even know there were so many of u and some of u i couldn't even believe we're mutuals like??? sjkssjk how did i get so lucky??? #i hope you're all doing well and staying hydrated and getting enough rest etc all of you deserve to be happy!! #also i'm aware ive tagged some of u like ten times in the last few days SJDSJDAJE im so sorry #also if i missed anyone or tagged the wrong blog or tagged ur main and sideblog im sorry its confusing kdjfkdk i tried my best #mine #ff #i really hope this tags properly god im not doing this again

[yeolkisses]

🐻🐧🍕

🐻 tag someone who reminds you of kai.

This is hard 😶 but I think... @guccijaee. They’re both total sweethearts, absolute angels 🤧 then they go and murder you with their talent 😫 and then they go back to being lovely 💖💕💗💝💗💞

🐧 tag someone who reminds you of ksoo.

Hm.....honestly 🤔 You, @jollyjaems! Both of you are incredibly, super out of this world talented, and work so hard. Like did you see that one interview where he said he’d be taking a vacation for the first time in like 7 years?! You’re always busy doing something too, like studying, dancing, writing...You both work so hard and put your all into everything you do, and you’re both amazing, lovely people.

🍕 post your favorite baekhyun meme.

EXO Emoji Asks!

#thank you for sending some!!!!! #ask #mutuals #jollyjaems #jjaeminnie #loser dot me