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justwritedreams · 1 year

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I want to read dad baekhyun and his 3 little daughters. 😭 What will be the fourth one 👀

Ok so why not take advantage of exo as dads series to talk about baekhyun, right? RIGHT!

EXO AS DADS SERIES | BAEKHYUN VER.

Word count: Author: Maari Summary: A series of what exo would be like as a parent, from discovery to growth

First of all, good luck to the future s/o because you will be a rabbit!

I can clearly see Baekhyun as a girl's father but trying at all costs to have a boy

And that's how he got to the 4th daughter 🤣

And of course he already knew because after all, they had been trying for another baby for a long time.

In fact, I'm pretty sure he'd be like "Are you sure that you're not pregnant yet?"

"Honey, I already took two pregnancy tests."

"One more reason to make a third."

And then all of a sudden one night his s/o would be throwing up and he would already know it's the baby!

I don't think the daughters would have a big age difference because

I really think he likes having a baby at home

There's something about seeing that tiny baby sleeping soundly in his arms that is 😍

And I think he's the kind of playful father who takes things seriously when he has to much like my father is

But he's the best friend of his little girls!

Seriously, there is nothing they wouldn't say or ask him for

Helping with a school homework he has no idea what it's like? He will learn just to teach them properly.

Daughters want a different hairstyle to go out? He will do it.

Watch Barbie movies and sing along? It's his favorite part of the day!

Talking about where babies come from? … Oh, well, that he probably won't be able to say without laughing from sheer nervousness 🤣

But you got my point, right? Ok

So when he and his wife found out that another baby is on the way, he was ready to tell his little daughters.

And I think it would be the best and cutest conversation ever 🥺

He would do it in a natural way that wouldn't make the girls jealous of the attention the baby will receive but rather excited that another baby is coming soon.

And he'll probably have to hear every day when the baby is coming

Because his enthusiasm rubbed off on his daughters 🤣

But I imagine him together with his daughters making drawings for the new baby 😫

They wanting to help the father set up the baby's room

And probably making him give up in the next 15 minutes because they are making him more tired than the crib he has to put together.

And if you thought of them helping to paint the room, then you thought right because so did I!

In the end, everyone knows it would be a paint war and his wife would probably have to arrive to end the game and tell everyone to take a shower because there's even paint in their hair

Family shopping!!!

Him choosing clothes for the baby together with the girls oh my god I'm going to die of cuteness

"Dad, I think this one is prettier."

"But I liked that one, dad"

"Only this one will suit better!"

"You know what, let's take them all!" and that's how he came home with more bags of clothes than he had planned 🤣

But most importantly, he would make sure he was paying attention to all the women in his life.

He would take all the daughters to their beds in one night, when everyone else was already asleep in the living room.

And his s/o too!!

Because there is no more important woman in the world than her 🥺

"Love, I don't think you're going to be able to carry me to the bedroom."

"What kind of husband would I be if I let my tired pregnant wife walk around with those swollen legs?" he would say, while trying to arrange the best position to hold her in his lap… But her belly wouldn't let him. "Yeah, I think that it's better if we just sleep here!"

Would wake up early to prepare breakfast for everyone!

He'd take the girls to school, and he'd probably cry in the car when he realized how big the little girls actually are.

The priority would be his family!

Even though he was working, recording new songs, during breaks he would call his wife or turn on the home camera on his phone to see if everything was alright

Even tired, I'm sure he would make his daughters help put away the toys they spread around the living room or bedroom.

He would teach his daughters to sing to the baby in their mother's belly why am i doing this to myself? 😫

But make no mistake, even though experienced with sudden baby arrivals and births

He would be a nervous wreck for the birth of his fourth daughter!

I would be so nervous that I wouldn't know who to call first, the parents, the in-laws or the members 🤣

He would definitely pass on the view that he is a first-time father

But not fainting during childbirth, as happened with the first daughter

I think he would cry holding his newborn daughter in his arms!

And the wife seeing this would be like "are you crying for real?"

"She's just so beautiful! She has my nose."

But I think the most exciting moment for him would be when his daughters go to the hospital to meet their new sister.

He would probably be able to hold back the tears and look with a twinkle in his eyes with so much pride for the family he has 🥺

Will fight and die for his family!

He will be the attentive, helpful father who will talk to his daughters about how they need to keep their voices down when the baby is sleeping

He will let the daughters help change the diaper, bathe and rock the baby because he also wants to capture these moments with good photos!

I really think he would be an extraordinary father, devoted to his daughters and only thinking about what's best for them.

For example, I'm sure he wouldn't expose any of them to the media or anything like that.

Because he wants to preserve all of them as much as possible and if one day they want to be artists like him, there will be no one who will support more than him!

But deep down he hopes they follow other careers 🤣

One day, when all the daughters are napping together in the afternoon, he would hug his wife and look at her as if she were the most special jewel in the world.

"We are very lucky parents, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are!"but the wife would know that he was going to say something, because that little smile of someone who is going to do something is there "We are not having another baby!"

"How about a dog then?"

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marshmallow-phd · 15 days

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A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won’t let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3

The wind whistled against the windows like a hallowing scream. You tossed and turned, desperate to fall asleep. The first few nights had been somewhat peaceful, due to the fever having a complete hold over you. To fight it off, your body had kept you in a deep sleep, only broken by bouts of blurry consciousness.

But now… every noise made your eyelids snap open and your heart jump in pace. This unfamiliar place was full of shadows and secrets. Secrets that revolved around the men keeping you here.

Releasing a long sigh, you stared up at the canopy, the newly formed indentions in the knife floating in your mind. They weren’t there before, you were sure of that. You had used that knife to cut the chicken and it was in perfect condition. No human could bend the metal like that.

And then there was the speed at which Yixing caught your wrist.

You sat up with haste. Sleep was not going to come to you tonight. You groaned and rubbed your face with your fingers. The room slowly came into view as your eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. You had opened the curtain before slipping into bed so you could watch the moon rise into the sky. Looking around the room, you searched for an answer on how to get yourself to sleep. There wasn’t much in this grand room. Simply a bed, a wardrobe, a dresser, the chair–

Wait.

Pushing the blanket off of your legs, you crawled across the mattress towards the chair. The shape didn’t seem right. Six legs instead of four. An extra shape in the outline.

“You should go to sleep.”

A high pitched scream ripped at your throat until a cold hand covered your mouth, cutting off the sound. Now fully bathed in the blue moonlight, you could make out the sharp features of Yixing’s face.

You shoved his arm away to free your lips. “What do you think you are doing in my room?” No gentleman would dare enter a lady’s room like this. Unless– gumption gone, you swallowed thickly. Was the reason you were trapped here finally coming to fruition?

The corner of Yixing’s mouth twitched upwards. He slinked forward like a cat cornering a mouse until his arms trapped you against the mattress, a hand on either side of your hip. Only your elbows kept you from being flat on your back, even more vulnerable.

“You’re a noisy sleeper,” he purred, his eyes flashing. “It's… distracting.”

You scoffed. None of their rooms were near yours. You were sure that all the ones around you were empty. He shouldn’t have been able to hear your tossing and turning. “Distracting?”

He hummed. His right hand lifted from the bed and reached out towards your face. You flinched at the motion, making him freeze.

But only for a moment.

The hovering fingers soon resumed their path. He didn’t make contact with your cheek, however. Instead, his fingers traced the outline of your collarbone. Down one slope and up the other. You trembled at the contact. His smirked only deepend. His fingers moved on to your shoulder, the too loose neckline of the nightgown nearly falling off.

You should slap him away, scream at him to leave, but you were too petrified to do so.

At least, you thought that was what stopped you. The coldness of his fingers moved up the curve of your neck, the tips pausing on the pulsing vein. His thumb caressed the edge of your jaw.

“Go to sleep.”

And like that, he disappeared into the night like smoke from a dying ember.

You didn’t hear or see the door open or close, but you knew you were alone now.

And you were furious.

How dare he come here! How dare he–

Your feet hit the floor, heavy and without a care of being heard. Sleep, in protest of that madman’s orders, would now be impossible. Anger and frustration at your situation fueled something new within you.

You weren’t sure what it was or what it would lead to, but you followed it without question. Donning soft slippers and a thicker slip dress, you found a candle in the top drawer, along with a few matches and a holder. You lit the candle and left your room.

Out. You needed to find a way out. Perhaps if you could get ahold of a piece of paper and a pen then you could write–

But how would you get it to someone who could take it to your family?

This place–somewhere in its halls or dusty room–had to hold the key. Something here had to be your savior, something to make this hope not without merit.

You pinched the candleholder tightly in your hand. The tiny flame danced before your eyes, occasionally catching your attention away from where you were going. All of your senses were heightened, on the lookout for the next corner’s surprise. If one of them was awake at this hour, then more could be as well. Running into one of them could be detrimental–or a possibility for answers. Perhaps if you could get one of the others, one of the less… frightful ones, you might be able to plead for help. One surely would take pity on you.

Or they would simply take advantage of the isolation.

Though that fear lingered in the back of your mind, you kept on your quiet steps.

There wasn’t much you could see with the light of the candle. The floors, like your room, were of wood boards somewhat taken care of. Portraits and landscapes hung on the walls, but their colors had faded, no longer holding the joy of life they once had captured.

Taking a left at a fork in the hall, you came to a large door that didn’t open like the others. It slid sideways on wheels like a ladder against tall bookshelves. As carefully as you could, you pushed the door open and glanced inside.

The room was just a simple parlor, with an unlit fireplace and several stuffed chairs accompanied by small side tables. Most likely an unused smoke room for the gentlemen to disappear to after dinner.

Across the room was another door, though this one seemed to be the normal kind that swung on hinges. On the other side was probably another hallway. A connecting room like this could be useful as a quick getaway, should the need arise. You mentally noted its existence and stepped inside, slowly sliding the door closed behind you. With a deep breath, you started for the other door.

“I don’t recall you being given free reign of the manor.”

You nearly dropped the candle from the unexpected voice. Careless! You should have inspected the room closer and then you would have seen Sehun clearly leaning back in one of the chairs, fully facing you. His expression was a friendly one, but rather one of deep irritation. It would seem you interrupted… something. Or maybe your mere existence was enough to annoy him.

“I wasn’t explicitly told to stay in my room,” you argued, though not in a particularly strong voice. “Is there something wrong with me walking about?”

Sehun stood from the chair with inhuman grace. You had never seen someone move so smoothly, without fault or twitch. He had complete control of his lithe limbs and tall stature. Gangly would never apply to him. His steps were noiseless as he sauntered closer, stopping a foot or two away.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snarled. “It’s stupid to roam where you shouldn’t be.”

“Stupid?” It was one thing for you to scold yourself in your private thoughts, but you would not be insulted this way. “If I am so unwelcomed in this room then you can simply ask for me to leave.” You raised an eyebrow in challenge, hoping that would cover the pounding of your fearful heart.

He didn’t appear to notice. His jaw shifted left to right, but no words left his lips.

“Well, then.” You took your eyes away from him and started for the other door, holding on to that tiny bit of triumph.

An arm as strong as an iron bar flashed before you, blocking your way and refusing to move. Sehun’s palm was spread along the faded green pain of the wall. You shoved and pushed at the barrier, but nothing even made him flinch. He encroached, leaving behind any sense of personal space, much like Yixing just an hour before. He loomed over you, his upper lip curling into a mixture of a snarl and smirk.

“That bravery is a mistake,” he hissed. You pressed your back against the wall and brought the candle close to you as if that tiny flame was enough to keep him at bay.

Which was exactly the reaction he wanted. A sly, wicked smirk fully took over.

Pursing his lips, he blew once, snuffing out the flame. For a few seconds, you were absolutely blind in the sudden darkness. Sehun was invisible to you, despite his closeness. However, you could feel his breath against your chin. It was cold, like a winter’s breeze. It should have been warm. Human breathes were warm.

That chilling breath grew closer. It traveled from your nose to your cheek and then to your hair, ruffling the strands against your ear. Something nudged against your temple. He took a long, deep breath. His nose. Was he… smelling you?

Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness, absorbing any bits of moonlight that broke through the heavy curtains hanging from the short windows above your head. All you could see of Sehun was the slope of his shoulder and the outline of his hair.

His head snapped up, making you squeak. But he didn’t acknowledge the jump, his eyes turned towards the hallway you had entered from. A low hiss vibrated in his chest. You could nearly feel it in your own. He glanced at you once, his eyes shining unnaturally in the dark. Then, he ran from the room at a speed no man should possess.

You ran back to your room, the candle still gripped tightly by your side. Panic gripped you so completely that you passed the door to your sanctuary the first time. Once inside, you desperately searched for a way to lock the door. There was none. Alright. Fine. You would barricade the door then.

Huffing shallow breaths, you pulled and pushed the armchair so it acted like a weight against the door. It might not be heavy enough to keep it shut forever, but at least entering would be a struggle. You had tried the more fortifying dresser first, but it had refused to shift even a centimeter. The chair was the best you could do.

Ripping the blanket off of the bed, you draped the heavy fabric over your shoulders and sat down on the floor under the window. Your gaze stayed trained on the door, ears straining for the slightest sound to alert you for whoever came for you next. Sehun's cold breath still lingered against your skin. You rubbed at your cheek to try and make it go away. So close. He'd been so close.

And Yixing. That was why you couldn't be on the bed. Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. Or even the night after that. It was tainted. You shivered at the memory of his closeness and pulled the blanket in closer. That one long cloth was now your shield, your protection. The object that kept you safe. In your mind, at least. In truth, it would be ripped away from you as easily as water slipping through your fingers. But the thought was enough.

You tucked your chin in between the folds and kept watching the door. Soon, the night would get lighter. Already, the darkness didn't seem as strong.

How long until one of them came? Until someone tried to push their way inside? You hoped it would be a long time. Even hoped that they would forget about you and you could find a way to make it out, survive the forest, and see your family again. The odds weren't in your favor, but that hope was a life line.

As the moonlight shifted, your eyes grew heavy. It was a battle to keep them open. Each time they fluttered closed, you lost ground. Sleep that had eluded you so easily before now came back to reclaim its time. The door blurred before you and then sleep claimed its victory.

Tap, tap, tap.

Your eyes blinked open. It was still night. Or, perhaps, it was night again. This darkness felt new. The beginning of a fresh night.

Tap, tap.

You looked up at the window above your head.

Tap, tap, tap.

Little black dots hit the window before disappearing out of view. You frowned and pushed up off the floor, the protective blanket falling to the floor. Still emerging from sleep, your eyes took a moment to bring the scene into focus. At first, you merely saw a blur amongst the grass.

Then, it took shape.

You groaned. Jongdae was waving at you to come down.

You shook your head furiously. Safety was in here. And... though he didn’t feel quite as dangerous as the others, he still made you weary. The memories of Sehun and Yixing were still burnt freshly into your mind.

At your refusal, he visibly sighed. In his other hand hung a small cloth bag. He pulled a small bun from the bag and held it up to you. Your stomach grumbled and gurgled in response. It looked… nice. You could almost smell the bread's delectable scent. Were you really going to give in to food?

You needed an ally, you told yourself. He was different from the others. How much you weren't sure, but perhaps you could use that. If you could make him sympathetic to you–

Mind made up, you turned from the wind and changed into more appropriate clothing. This time, you heeded Jongdae's advice and kept your hair down to cover your neck. It felt highly improper, like a hundred governesses would appear from nowhere to scold you for being so scandalous. But you shoved the invisible tsking women away and moved the chair just enough to exit into the hallway.

It took some time to find your way outside. Jongdae now waited for you with his back against a lone tree that looked to be one more winter away from death.

"I'll note that food is a way to entice you out."

You glared at him. "Did you have a reason for standing under my window instead of knocking on the door like a normal person?"

"Junmyeon had tried to bring you breakfast around sunrise," he said as he inspected the perfectly browned bun still in his hand. "He couldn't get in, though."

"I blocked the door," you explained casually.

Jongdae raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by some measure. “Quick learner."

"After some… events last night, precaution was necessary."

"Yixing has restraint." He pushed off the tree and held the bun out to you. "You were lucky that Sehun was called off of you, though. His self-control is... lacking."

You gaped at him, heat rising fiercely in your cheeks. "How did you–”

“Know?" he smirked. "Secrets don't exist here. Best you learn that quickly."

You narrowed your gaze at him. "No secrets?"

Seeing right through you, he laughed, leaning forward and close to your face. "From us. Not for you."

The pure arrogance in that reply. "That hardly seems fair."

"That's life,” He shrugged. Looking around for nothing in particular, he said, “Let's take a walk."

The roll broke easily against your teeth. You chewed on the bite, resisting the urge to moan at its delicious flavor. The inside was still soft and fresh. Finally swallowing, you refused him a single step. "Why?"

"You've been sleeping on a hard floor all day,” he said pointedly. You didn’t want to think about how he possibly knew that. "You need to move." For an extra enticement, he held up the linen bag. More where that came from, he said without speaking.

The bun in your hand, though all of its warmth was gone, was like heaven in your stomach. But it certainly wouldn't be enough. "Fine."

You followed him alongside the house, not bothering to speak so you could continue eating. The last of the orange glow of day disappeared into the horizon far ahead of you. Yes, you had really slept for all those sunlit hours. Once again, night, it would seem, was to be your day. Chewing on the last bit of bun, you held your hand for the next morsel.

"We’re greedy this evening," Jongdae chuckled.

"Did you think I came for your company?" You couldn’t help but give a spiteful response.

Not offended in the slightest, he threw you a rather despicable smile. "Better my company then one of the others."

Though you agreed, you refused to do so aloud. "Are you that different from them?"

He didn't answer. Staring ahead, he reached into the bag and pulled out another bun, holding it out for you.

"Is this to keep me from asking more questions?"

You managed to make him chuckle. "No. Just to keep you occupied while I answer the last one."

Too curious, you accepted the bun and took a bite. Jongdae sighed and clasped his hands behind his back, the now nearly empty bag dangling from his fingertips. "We're all different from each other. I'm not more different from them. Though I am better than the others at controlling myself."

Your steps faltered. "Controlling yourself?"

He nodded. As you passed under another tree, he reached out and swing up into the branches without exerting effort, sitting on a branch well out of your own reach.

"What are you? All of you,” you asked in a breathy gasp. All they were capable of doing was adding up, but logic told you repeatedly it was impossible. You wanted to try and rationalize it, even try to convince yourself that you were still sick with fever. But this was all too real to be a mere hallucination. What it all meant, however, you couldn’t understand.

Hands grasped around two of the branches, he leaned forward and closed the gap between you. "You seem moderately intelligent. I'm sure you can discover the answer on your own."

"As flattering as that is," you huffed through clenched teeth, "if the answer means danger then you should be the man to tell me."

"If?" Jongdae laughed, as if he had read your mind. He jumped from the tree, flattening the bits of hair that had fallen out of place with his fingers. Despite playing in the tree like a child, he looked ever so the gentleman.

"’If' is a fantasy.” He glanced behind you. Scared, you followed his gaze, but there was no one there. When you turned back around, you gasped. His nose was mere centimeters from yours. "It does mean danger. You need to keep your eyes and ears open. Happy or not, you are here for a long while and no one is coming for you.''

You swallowed back tears as his words planted firmly in your heart. Now, you truly accepted it. No running, no escape. You were at their mercy. Whatever they were. And though Jongdae gave the impression that he was on your side, his help was firmly limited. Food and company, that was all he was good for.

Walking once again, you solemnly finished the last bit of bun as Jongdae kept pace. When the second helping of bread ran out, you chewed on your next few words. If you were here for the foreseeable future, you might as well know this land’s history.

"Who’s house is this?"

"Hm?" Jongdae had been lost in thoughts of his own, it appeared. He blinked himself back to the present conversation. "Oh. The manor is Kyungsoo's."

"Kyungsoo's?" you repeated. Odd. The answer you had been expecting was the obvious: Junmyeon. He seemed to be the one everyone looked to for answers or leadership. His word was law, yet this land did not fall to him. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, felt too... isolated, cut away to be the rightful owner of this grand place. The few lords you had met before all possessed the same self-awareness and high opinion of themselves. Kyungsoo didn’t give the appearance that he cared about either.

"Yes,” Jongdae nodded, his previous teasing gone now. “He inherited it from his father. The family used to own as much land as the eye could see. But his father was a gambler. Terrible at cards, wonderful at losing. They had to sell the land to keep the debtors at bay. Now, all that is left is this manor and a bit of the surrounding land, but no tenants. The glory of the family is now reduced to this.”

You listened to the story with careful respect. It was one sadly more common among the nobility then they wished to admit. Land was constantly switching family names, sometimes it was difficult to keep track. A small fear you had was accidentally reminding a high nobility of their careless ancestor. "What's his family name?"

"Jongdae! Here's where you disappeared off to."

Your stroll in the moonlight stuttered to a halt.

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peachysooxo · 29 days

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Hi there! I really love your work! Thank you for working so hard to create an amazing fanfic for us 🫶🏻. I have a request for you. Since I'm a typical person who finds comfort in angst stories, could you please write an angst story about Kyungsoo based on his song 'The View'? Thank you very much!

Answer: when I got this request I literally SCREAMED. Thank you @sooadorable for the request! I have been writing a series and wondered how I could introduce it, and this is the best way because it lines up with the story perfectly! The series is entitled “Romantic Universe”, which contains 4 standalone intertwined stories featuring Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Jongin and Baekhyun. I have been writing Kyungsoo’s for over a year and this is the product. I hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for the request and all of your support! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The View

genre: angst, drama, Kyungsoo!AU, EXO!AU, romance

word count: 2,011

theme: marriage in trouble, lovers to enemies, separation, impending divorce, broken heart

warnings: use of alcohol, cursing, mentions of self harm, implied smut, sad kyungsoo, depressed kyungsoo

summary: Kyungsoo is separated from his wife and finds comfort in a bottle of Tennessee Whiskey and old home movies as he tries to figure out what to do with the divorce papers he was served. Based off of his song, “The View”.

Slowly, effortlessly, the yellows become the golden flecks in her gorgeous eyes. The wind is her touch, soft and sends chills down my spine. The reds are her lips when she gets ready for date nights, putting on lipstick just for me. Even though she didn’t need it, she looked so spectacular in that shade of red. The waves are the promises we made, consistently rolling back to me to remind me that I failed to keep so many. Being here in this kind of scene just isn’t the same without her.

I watched my wife, Mila, walk out of the door and never turn back due to my own stupidity. I haven’t slept well since she left. I haven’t been able to eat on some days. Nothing in my life feels right anymore.

Our vacation home in Malibu looks out onto the shore, for the times we needed to get away from it all and spend time together. Tonight is my last night here before I have to fly back to New York to finish my album and I wish I could stay here longer. It’s the closest thing that I have to being with her.

Everywhere I turn, there’s pieces of Mila in every single thing. She’s in the clouds, the wind, the moon that grows brighter and brighter by the second. The last six months have been hell without her.

Watching old videos of us together has to be a form of self harm, but this is the only way I can see her smile. My eyes are glued to the screen as memories play out from different points in our relationship. From moving in to our first apartment together after we got married. From traveling to Korea to see my family. Waking up in Spain on our European tour together to staying up late in the studio to our honeymoon. I’ve replayed the honeymoon videos over and over, mesmerized as the events play out on screen. We were so young, Mila was 20 and I was 22. I need to be honest with myself, it wasn’t a honeymoon… It was our elopement at Mila’s grandparent’s ranch in Mexico. We stayed in the guest house on the ranch, and it was the happiest we’d ever been.

"Come here." My voice whines from the TV.

"No! Why are you recording us? It’s so weird!" Mila giggles. I grab the phone and the focus is Mila sitting with her leg tucked under her with cheeks tinted pink.

"Look at you, Angel." I breathe, calling her by her nickname. “You’re so gorgeous and you just woke up.”

“Soo!” Mila blushes. She tries to cover her face but I won’t let her.

“Don’t hide your gorgeous face from me.”

The engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand glimmers on screen. The rays of morning light filter into the room and it can’t even compare to her smile. She didn’t need to try at all, she just naturally glowed. I love it when she’s this way, no makeup, hair down and only wearing my t shirt.

I pull Mila by her waist into the frame and kiss her, my arm protectively still around her. I tease her by tracing her lips with mine and smile between kisses, placing her into my lap. I lean and prop the phone on the bedside table and we're in full view on the bed. Mila’s hands run through my hair, something she did when we’d be intimate like this. Her smile fades as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Soo… I’m worried. I’m scared that us running off and getting married is going to make things worse with my father and brother.” Mila expresses. I press my forehead against hers, holding her tight in my arms.

"Listen to me. No matter what happens, my heart is yours. Angel, we’re married. Nothing can separate us. Not Sungho, not Chanyeol, no one. I know that we both took a risk when we didn’t tell Chanyeol that we were just dating. He’s your brother and my best friend. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to keep that from your brother. You’re everything to me, my best friend, my life. All I care about is that you’re happy with this decision. They’ll come around, we just have to give it time.” I say lowly.

Mila nods her head, her hands glide down my shoulder to my forearms.

“I hope Chanyeol will come around, him and I are close and I never expected he’d react in the way he did. With my father… He may take longer but it’ll be okay. I’m beyond happy. This feels so right, yeobo.” Mila smiles again, and it’s a personal victory that she’s glowing again. “I just… Don’t know how I feel about you filming us in bed. It’s kind of…”

“Jagiya, stop. This is for our memories. This is our honeymoon. I had to document just how gorgeous you are when you wake up in the morning. You make the world around you envious.” I whisper, caressing her face.

"This is like a dream. I don’t want to go back to reality.” Our eye contact is strong, it never deviates from one another. I run my fingers through her hair and cup her face in my hands.

We fall into a deep kiss, molding ourselves to each other. We break slowly and a fire is ablaze in her eyes, full of want. She pushes me down onto the bed, I roll over until I’m on top of her.

“Look at me, Angel.” I straighten her gaze back to me by guiding her jaw back to face me. I lean down and kiss her velvety soft lips, my hand slides down to her throat. Her soft whimpers fill the room as my lips roam her jaw and down her neck. I stop at her shoulder and smirk into the camera.

“Mila, you’ll never forget this.” I say into the camera and nip her collarbone. She shrieks and holds onto me tighter. Before we go further, Mila grabs the phone and laughs.

“Nice try, Mr. Doh.”

We laugh and she cuddles into me, stopping the recording. I turn the TV off. Seeing my wife smile like that is something I haven’t seen in a long time. Tears threaten my eyes as the moon glows brighter. I can’t even remember when I started drinking or how I got halfway done with my bottle of Tennessee Whiskey. Now there’s nothing left but reminders that she’s not mine anymore. I shouldn’t have been working so much, prioritizing everything else over her, or even worse… I shouldn’t have been such a jealous monster. Being young and stupid, I’d bubble over with jealousy if a man just as much as gazed at her.

To be fair, Mila is a beautiful woman inside and out. She’s so selfless, humble and never afraid to be herself. Mila is known around the world for her music, to say she’s talented is an understatement. Watching her onstage is like a dream, she bursts to life when she performs. The entire world gets to see the woman that I am so proud to call her my wife.

Her physical beauty is just a bonus. Her sun kissed skin seems to glow, her plump lips framed her adorable smile perfectly, I could lose myself in her gorgeous eyes if I could. Her body is a gift from God, effortless curves that would hypnotize me the moment she’d walk into a room. She came right out of my dreams, everything about her is perfect.

It was never a secret that men pined over her and how gorgeous she is. I never checked my jealousy, something she never deserved.

I was certain every man she came across fantasized about her and wanted her the way I wanted her. I was so certain that it made me crazy. It was so bad that we started to fight all of the time and she finally had enough.

I open the sliding glass door to listen to the waves. The warmth from the whiskey offsets the cold night air, I wait for Mila’s arms to hug me into her embrace and when it doesn’t come, my heart splinters. I handled winter and spring without her, but summer reminded me how much worse it is that we’re separated. How she takes shape in the view.

“Mila… I miss you…” I whisper into the night air. The stars and moon start to sway and my vision clouds over. I rub my temples and turn my back to the ocean, glancing over at the divorce papers on the counter. I wrecked my brain relentlessly over what made Mila want a divorce. I didn’t cheat on her, I didn’t ever lay a hand on her and I didn’t lie to her or kept anything from her.

We could work on our problems easily, if she’d just allow it. Our last fight was the worst one, I can’t even remember what words were exchanged but that didn’t matter. What haunted me was that I made her cry. Something I swore I’d never do. I wanted to fix it and Mila wanted nothing to do with me.

Divorce papers.

This is not how I expected our relationship to end. I didn’t want it to end at all. I have to prove it to her that I’m going to change… Once the room stops spinning…

I stumble back and collapse onto the couch, closing my eyes to continue the memory the week we spent together on the ranch when we got married. Mila and I were in bed, cuddled up during one of our late nights. Mila’s fingers dance across my chest, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

“Promise me something, Soo.” She whispers.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll never give up. We’ll never separate. Even if times get difficult, I don’t want to give up.” Mila pleads with her eyes.

“I promise you, Mila. I’ll never give up on you or us. If we somehow get lost or strained… We’ll fix it. I’ll fight for you until the very end, that’s my promise to you.” I reply, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll fight for you too. I’ll fight for us. This is different… Marriage is so different from just dating. You and I are in this together for life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m difficult to deal with, I’ll do better.” Mila smirks. I laugh and pin her under me, my forearms are on either side of her head.

“Your attitude is very easy to deal with. You’re a brat sometimes but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I laugh, kissing her slowly. “But you’re mine, whether you like it or not.”

“I love it. I love you.” Mila smiles. “Our promise is sealed with a kiss, isn’t it?”

I kiss her mouth and cheeks, nodding. “Of course it is, Angel.”

The memory fades from my head. Everything she said that night resounds in my head. I can’t sit her and feel sorry for myself and drink myself to death anymore. She made me promise her that I’d fight for her, and that we’d never separate. It’s my fault she pushed away, it’s my fault she doesn’t want to be near me. I have to fight for her, I have to keep my promise.

The first thing I decided to do is not sign the papers. If Mila wants a fight, that’s what she’s going to get. I can’t take her just being a memory that I can see in the world around me. She has to see that she is my world. She’s my view.

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arkive78 · 2 years

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EXO Fanfics that forever stick with me

Now here’s the EXO version, a lot of these I read a LONG time ago, but they’re still so good and I love reading multiple chapters and these fics check those boxes woohoo. Some are NSFW/18+ as a heads up!

The Experiments by @marshmallow-phd it’s a lucky one au! I think, but regardless it's amazing, sci-fi au, thriller, experiment au

The Wanderers by @marshmallow-phd sequel to the story above, Kai x reader, sci-fi au, thriller, experiment au

The Untamed Universe by @marshmallow-phd this is so beautiful I love re-reading it (anything you read by them is amazing)

Chronicles of the Wolf @fairyscribbles 18+, beautifully written and awesome storyline, multiple stories going on at once

Jeffery’s Hill by @junaeneous sadly discontinued but still such a good read, 18+, mafia au

A Dangerous Game by @xxprincessjewelsxx Suho x reader, 18+

No Exit by @biaswreckingfics , OT9 x reader, bruh I read this in one night its amazing, mafia!au, 18+

The Other World Chronicles by @kollectionn , there’s 4 books [Chanyeol, Chen, Baekhyun, Sehun], beautiful world building omg I cry, this quite gives ACOTAR vibes, Chen’s was my favorite

Last Things by @jongin-be-my-jagi, Kai x reader, dystopian/urban/convent AU, romance with angst, touches of humor, an absolute favorite of mine it’s such a cool au and the way she describes everything is so magical and vivid

#arkive recs #exo #exo x reader #exo wolf au #exo mafia au #exo ot9 x reader #exo ot11 x reader #exo series #exo fanfic

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an-annyeoing-writer · 8 months

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Baekhyun x Reader: bloodline series. - teaser

Planned Chapter 1 Release: 26th Aug 2023

Rating: +16 for descriptions of violence

Genre: action / angst / mafia!AU

“Come for the dinner, or would you rather starve?” His voice was so cold you felt chills go down your spine. There was nothing stopping him from letting you remain hungry, you realized, for as long as you stayed alive for the future purposes – whatever they could be.

* * *

You din’t know how long had passed before he suddenly turned to face you. You realized that you almost fell asleep yourself, but his motion served to shake you awake. You leaned into his side just a bit closer. The snow outside finally stopped falling, but the stillness made you even sleepier when the world became so awfully quiet. “Let’s talk” he said. “Or we’ll both fall asleep.”

#exo baekhyun #exo mafia au #mafia baekhyun #mafia exo #exo x reader #vg: baekhyun #vg: exo #vg: series

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rancidtae · 10 months

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ARCADIA'S LULLABY / the reboot

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI).

Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content.

Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina)

meet the characters

A/N: aaaaaand we're back! it's been a while. motivated by this exo comeback and a rewatch of the show that originally inspired this, I've decided to bring this blog back to life. This is a rewrite of a story i posted here a few years back. new scenes, flashbacks, plot improvements and easter eggs for part two are being added. (yes that is still in the works because this was always meant to be Part One of a series, including a bts centered prequel )

So, here it is:

If there’s one thing tenacious investigative journalist Jung Jiah knows about this city, is that trust is scarce and truth is a commodity. Forced to face a haunting past and reunited with the men she once considered family, instinct tells her to run and hide.

But when she finds that her childhood friends might be hiding the key to the one story she could never solve, she’s thrust into a web of complex relationships and blurred lines between guilt, trust, and betrayal. The quest for the truth takes center stage, and it reveals a world where neon lights cast long shadows, and nothing is as it seems.

CHAPTER 1: NIGHTCALL (OUT NOW)

CHAPTER 2: AFTERHOURS (OUT NOW)

#exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo mafia au #exo x reader #exo series #xiumin fanfiction #suho fanfiction #yixing fanfiction #baekhyun fanfiction #jongdae fanfiction #chanyeol fanfiction #kyungsoo fanfiction #jongin fanfiction #sehun fanfiction

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oohfluffy · 2 years

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SY Ch. 4 | DKS

Group: EXO

Member: Do Kyungsoo

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 4,500

chapter 4

Okay, but when will that be?

The constant clicking of keys was your background music as your mind wandered to another dimension. It was only halfway through the day, but you feel like you're already floating away from work.

You've never seen Kyungsoo in the cafe for the past few days, and you wondered when you will see him again. Will you even see him again? If not, then why did he say that you should tell him about yourself next time? When is that next time?

"I don't think scrolling across the excel file for 10 minutes will do the work, noona."

You snapped out of your reverie when you heard your hoobae tell you that. You pitifully smiled at him, meeting his teasing expression. Being caught while being absent-minded at work by a junior is so humbling.

"Thanks for the reminder, hoobae."

"A penny for your thoughts?" Hanbin raised his eyebrow at you as he leaned back on his chair. You just shook your head as you faced the computer again. Wonho wasn't around for a meeting, which left just you and Hanbin on the same side of the cubicles. "A guy problem, huh? Is it this cafe guy?"

"Shush." You shut him up as he laughed.

"You've got a crush on him."

"I don't."

"I've met a lot of girls, and your expression says otherwise. I know that face." He smiled smugly, his chair almost completely facing you. "My girlfriend also told me before that she didn't like me, but look at her now, so in love with me as I am with her."

"No need to flex right on my face, young one." You rolled your eyes at him while shaking your head. He leaned on his palm as he looked at you with a teasing smile. "I was just wondering if…" You fiddled with your mouse, fingers slowing down on the surface of the keyboard. "I'll be seeing him around the neighborhood."

"Hmm, maybe? You said the old lady at your laundry knows him, right? He must be living nearby then."

Hanbin has a point, but you still haven't seen him around even when you were taking walks on the weekend.

Let's drown ourselves with work then. I need him out of my mind. Let's go, go, go.

You had lunch as quick as you can, too preoccupied with the work you had pending for today. Your friends just shrugged your rush as they watched you walk away with a glint of determination in your eyes. As soon as you sat back on your chair, you pulled up the tabs of excel as you took out the papers by your drawer.

You don't have any deadlines for today, but you felt like you could do the work due the next day.

Mind full of numbers, data, and analyses, you didn't even realize that it was already time to go home. You were still motivated to finish everything, not wanting to cut the momentum. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the screen of your computer, fingers not stopping their movements as you input data within the sheet.

"It's past 5pm already, Ms. Nam. I think that could wait for another day."

You almost cursed as you typed the wrong number. You looked up at the guy who disturbed you. He was smiling as you felt the ache on your wrists. It was indeed a long time since you looked around. There were only two other people in the office excluding the two of you.

"I'm almost finished, Wonho. You can go ahead." You said before glancing at your watch.

"I don't know why you're pushing yourself harder today, but if you're just doing this to keep your mind off of a problem, it's going to be temporary. You'll just think about it again at home, and you won't get enough sleep." Wonho leaned his arm on your cubicle divider. You just sighed as you thought he was right. "Let's just go home, man."

You hesitated as you looked back at your screen. You clicked your tongue before saving all your progress, rolling your eyes as you heard Wonho say yes. As soon as you turned off your computer, you took off your coat from the chair and grabbed your bag. Wonho said goodbye to your remaining co-workers being the office's congenial man.

"Coffee?" He said as you stepped outside the building. Your mind instantly wandered to the possibility that Kyungsoo might be there. Wonho chuckled as he saw your eyes going in the direction where the cafe was. "Okay then. You look like you really wanted to see that guy, huh?"

"I-I haven't even said anything!" Your cheeks flushed as you looked away from the cafe, but Wonho was already walking towards it. "Y-Yah, Wonho-ah!"

"Come on, Eunjoo. I think I can see the guy from here."

Let's just say that your feet led you to the cafe without you knowing.

As soon as you entered the cafe, you were in another dimension. The door closed behind you, muting the sounds from the busy street. The smell of coffee and bread with the lovely classical music softly caressing your ears were a delight to your exhausted self from work.

"That him?" You heard Wonho whisper as you both walked to the counter. Your eyes met with Kyungsoo's as you got near. He was talking to this woman, who was obviously chatting her way as she ordered, while he tapped on the screen in front of him. You were about to wave at him when he looked away and glanced at the woman instead. You lowered your hand, ears reddening in embarrassment.

That would have been really embarrassing, Eunjoo!

"What do you want?" You blinked several times before looking at Wonho. He was raising his eyebrows at you, quite concerned about your mental state. You didn't even notice that it was already your turn to order. "Eunjoo-ah?"

"U-Uh, I'll get whatever you ordered then." You glanced at Kyungsoo, who was intently looking at you. You instantly looked back at Wonho, not finding enough courage to stare back at the man behind the counter.

"Then two of those, please." Wonho smiled at Kyungsoo.

"Alright, sir." Kyungsoo replied with his gentle voice, making you turn to him again. It felt like a long time since you heard him. What luck should you have to be able to hear him everyday talk in your ears? His eyes darted to you all of a sudden as if hearing your thoughts.

This time, you didn't look away.

You almost missed how his eyes squinted and how his lips curved. You were ready to drop dead—

"Eunjoo?"

You were brought back to reality when Wonho tugged your arm. You didn't even know that he was already done ordering! You mumbled an apology to the next customer before walking in haste with Wonho behind you, who was obviously trying not to laugh. You chose the usual spot where you sit, taking the seat that faces away from the counter.

"He's probably thinking that I'm crazy about him now." You said as Wonho took a seat in front of you, grinning at the sight of you blushing like a teenage girl. "Oh gosh, I can't go back here now!"

"Stop it. It's normal for people to be absent-minded at times, you know? Maybe you were just too tired from work that your senses weren't working well already—"

"I was obviously staring at him!"

"It's like your recharging yourself with a wonderful sight—"

"You're not helping!" You laughed at his excuse, making you feel a bit better. Wonho smiled as he noticed your shoulders loosening up. "Well, I-I don't think he noticed at all. He stares at a lot of people here, even the woman before us. It's not that obvious if I did that to him as well, right?"

"Uhuh."

"Your orders, sir." You almost bit your tongue when you heard his voice right behind you. Wonho was just politely smiling at Kyungsoo as he received the plates with cheesecakes. "Eunjoo-ssi."

"Oh, you know Eunjoo?" Wonho played innocent as he took a sip of his iced americano. Kyungsoo placed the familiar bowl with cookies beside your plate, instantly bringing a smile to your face. Wonho's eyebrows raised as he saw that, lips twitching to tease you.

Your disappointment of not seeing him for days and your embarrassment from earlier were wiped out just with a bowl of cookies.

"She's regular here, and…" Kyungsoo looked at you. His eyes are so beautiful that you would not get tired looking into them. "...we're friends."

"Y-Yeah, we are!" You suddenly blurted as you saw Wonho nodding as if nonchalant, but you can see his mind going elsewhere. "T-Thanks for these freebies again, Kyungsoo-ssi. I'd eat them well."

"Do enjoy." He smiled at you before turning back and walking to the counter again. You breathed out with a satisfied smile before taking a cookie from the bowl. You took a bite and your eyes closed at the right sweetness and saltiness of the snack.

"Wah, you're really enjoying just as he said."

"Ugh shut up." You rolled your eyes at your friend.

"He seems nice. He has this aura that will make you feel comfortable and warm inside." Wonho gestured his hands around before forking on his cheesecake. You nodded enthusiastically as you munched on your cookie. "The customers also seem to be fond of him."

"Well, not only is his personality swoonable, but he's obviously handsome. I get why people are fond of him." You shrugged as you took a bite of the cheesecake.

"Hmm, I think this guy likes you."

You coughed as you looked back at Wonho, who was nodding to himself as he stared somewhere. You glanced at where he was looking and saw Kyungsoo behind the counter, not as the cashier but as the barista this time.

"W-Why? What made you say that? I know we are friends, but lying to me for the sake of—"

"He delivered our orders." He answered as if it was the obvious answer. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"He always does that with others like the older customers and children. I don't see why…" Your voice lowered as your lips pouted a bit, thinking that you might be more special than you thought. You slightly curved your lips as you sipped on your iced coffee.

"Oh, oh look at this woman." Wonho chuckled at the sight of you suddenly getting shy. "He might be doing the serving all the time for the people he likes. He got back behind the counter as soon as he served our orders. Well, it's bad to keep your hopes up, maybe not?"

"You really just cheered me up just to bring me down, huh?" You tsked at your friend as he shrugged at you while munching on his cheesecake. "I'll figure it out somehow when we get to talk again, but he's always working and I haven't seen him at the laundry shop again." You mumbled as you took another cookie from the bowl.

You were about to take the cookie into your mouth when you saw a little pink paper further inside the bowl. Your eyes widened as you instantly ate the cookie before getting the paper. Wonho was texting at the moment, his eyes squinting in concentration, so he didn't notice you reading the little paper in your hand.

I've been all around working, so I haven't seen you. I'd like to invite you to dinner. My shift ends in a bit. I know the perfect place for this cold weather. My treat, of course. - Kyungsoo (010-XXX-XXX)

You quickly took the note inside your pocket and glanced at the counter as casually as possible. Kyungsoo was busy cleaning up the counter, focusing on the smallest dirt that he could find on the corners. His lips were slightly pouting as his eyes were full in concentration.

So hardworking.

"I got a message from my uncle. I'm needed at the meeting he's having with the partner company. I was gonna go home, ah shit." Wonho said with a frown before emptying his plate.

"You can go. I can go home by myself."

"I know you can." He nodded as he looked at his watch. "Let's finish up then, so it won't get too late."

"Uhm, I'd like to stay for a while. You can go ahead." You smiled. He looked at you with a questioning gaze before glancing at the counter. "Yeah, I won't stay long outside so don't worry."

"Hmm okay. Just message me when you get home."

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It was a few minutes before 6 in the evening.

You went to the bathroom to freshen up and check your emails. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw a message from your sister. She doesn't really text or call you unless she wants something. At first, you were really looking forward to her messages because you feel lonely sometimes being away from your family, but then it gets a bit tiring hearing just requests and demands from her.

I want we-miss-you and take-care messages too.

You didn't click on the message and decided to open it once you got home. After washing your hands and checking your face, you left the bathroom to go back to your seat. You saw Kyungsoo already talking to his coworker before leaving the counter and going to the back door.

"Maybe he's done already." You mumbled as you decided to wait outside. You already saved his number on your phone, so you texted him that you would be waiting outside. Walking to the door, you realized that you would be really meeting with Kyungsoo outside of work hours and not just coincidentally.

When you got outside, the city lights were dazzling to see along with the buzzing of people and the night sky. It was chilly, making you grip your coat closer to you. You watched as the cars passed by you, people conversing as they walked on the sidewalk, the smoke coming from some vendor stalls right across the street, and—

"Eunjoo-ssi. Sorry for making you wait."

You looked at the casual dressed man right beside you. His hair was a bit messy while his shirt was a bit crumpled as if he was rushing to get ready and out of work.

He still looks cute though.

"N-No, it's fine. I enjoyed the freebies anyway." You chuckled as you tapped on your stomach. "So, where's this perfect place you were talking about?"

He brightly grinned as you mentioned it. He gestured for you to follow him.

"You won't regret coming with me, Eunjoo-ssi. It's nearby, let's go." He said as he moved to the side of the pathwalk where the road was.

You walked side by side, arms touching a bit from time to time as you admired his side view. The silence between the two of you was a bit awkward, but nothing felt more comfortable being beside him. He really exudes that aura that makes you feel warm and safe. In contrast to your observant and alert self, you didn't even realize that you've arrived at your destination.

"We're here, Eunjoo-ssi." Kyungsoo said as he looked at you, who just got to see where he brought you. "I don't know if this is the kind of place that you were expecting, but the food here is like no other."

"It looks really homey here, I like it." You said as he led you inside the cabin-like restaurant. It wasn't that big, only a few tables and a counter near the kitchen, which can be seen from the entrance. Although small, there were a lot of happy people talking with sizzling food on their table. There was music in the background, but it was not too loud to overpower the conversations in between people.

The decor was not extravagant and just minimal, while their lights were warm but energizing in the eyes. Traditional patterns were also on the walls, so they must be serving local food here.

Must have warm soup, kimchi, mandu, and—

"Oh, Soo-ah! You're here!" The old man with an apron came out from the kitchen, smiling big as soon as he saw Kyungsoo. He welcomed him with a pat on his shoulder before looking at you. "Wohoho, you brought a girl with you this time, huh? Finally found the one?"

"Ahjussi, stop that. She's a friend of mine. I'm shamelessly advertising your restaurant here, please." Kyungsoo waved off the old man's teasing while your ears reddenned. You just smiled at him as you bowed a bit in greeting.

"Hehehe, please do take a seat. I'll serve you the best of our menu, oh, but that will be everything on the menu though?" The old man laughed as he gestured to the empty two-seater table nearby. You chuckled while Kyungsoo pulled the chair for you.

"Then let's get small portions of each on the menu. That okay, Eunjoo-ssi?" Kyungsoo smiled at you as you sat down. You were surprised that you'll get everything as the uncle said.

"Would that be okay? I mean, wouldn't that be too many for us? And that will cost you a lot too." You panicked as you looked at the prices on the menu. The prices were reasonable enough, but addinh everything here is a bit costly.

Isn't he having trouble making ends meet? Isn't that why he takes so many part time jobs? I don't think I should make him pay after all!

"I-I'll just take the kimbap and mandu, please." You saw Kyungsoo glance at the cook, who just nodded at him. "A bottled water will do too."

"Okay then. You heard her, ahjussi. Thank you." He said before taking a seat in front of you. He placed his bag under the table, getting comfortable on his seat.

"I see that you're a regular here, Kyungsoo-ssi." You looked around the place and observed the interior more. "I didn't even know it was near the business street. I guess I didn't really explore that much around the district."

"Well, I started working at the cafe just half a year ago. I was always all over the place when I moved to the city." He narrated while placing the utensils near you and the seasonings as if it was a habit. "I had a really tiring day, and I wanted to treat myself for doing a good job for the day. But everything was expensive in the business street and I was trying hard to save up, so I walked all around the place and…" He gestured his hand to the entrance. "I found this place. They were having a buy one take one promo on that day, and it was the last day. I could smell the beef and tteokbokki from the outside. The cost was also worth it, I didn't go home disappointed."

You were smiling as he was showing different expressions as he told his story. You couldn't have imagined that he could make those faces. The Kyungsoo that you have just seen was a smiling and polite one, but this one, you really didn't regret coming with him tonight.

"B-But I didn't invite you here because I'm trying to save money! I was just thrilled to let you experience and taste the food here. The food is not only good, but it's not that expensive so it's a win-win thing." He said in haste while you giggled at how he was struggling to say the words. "And…" His voice lowered a bit, making you calm down before your heart pounded faster again.

"I don't just bring strangers over, okay? I was happy to invite you and share this place with you."

"Here are your orders, Eunjoo-ssi, Kyungsoo-ah." The old man served the bowls of kimbap and kimchi with a smile on his face. You didn't get to talk as Kyungsoo instantly helped him bring the tray over to your table. Your cheeks would have fallen off with how huge your smile was.

"It smells really good, ahjussi. Thank you." You commented as you looked at your bowl. You thought that he was done serving your table when he took another tray full of other small portions of each in the menu. "Oh, I don't think we ordered—"

"Thank you, ahjussi. They look amazing as usual." Kyungsoo cut you off as he helped the old man place the bowls and plates on your small table. "We'll eat them well!"

"You better." The old man smiled at him before looking at you. "Enjoy the food, Eunjoo-ssi. I made them with all my heart! Finish everything, okay?"

You glanced at Kyungsoo who was preparing the utensils from the container that you'll be using, wiping them with tissue before placing them on the side of your bowl.

"I'll eat them with all my heart as well, ahjussi."

"We'll eat well." Kyungsoo said before looking up at you, his gentle eyes sparkling under the warm light. "I hope you like it, Eunjoo-ssi. This one is really my favorite."

I don't think it's a bad idea to fall and keep my hopes up, Wonho-ah. Ah, I'm getting in trouble.

"It's really warm." You smiled as you put your hands together. Kyungsoo hummed while placing side dishes in your bowl without a word.

Somehow, it felt like you could get used to this.

The buzzing you felt on your pocket pulled you out of your thoughts. You glanced at Kyungsoo who was enjoying his meal, and hesitated to touch your phone in your pocket. It was on silent, but it kept buzzing.

"Kyungsoo-ssi, is there a bathroom here? I think I need to go."

"Oh, right that way." His eyes looked over beside the kitchen where a hallway was at. "Just take a turn and you'll see the door sign."

You quickly stood up and said excuse to go to the bathroom. He looked a bit concerned with your uncomfortable expression, but didn't ask. As soon as you got inside the bathroom, you took out your phone and saw your sister calling. You answered the call before you even get to think about the reason why she is calling.

Probably going to ask me to buy her a new dress for an event.

"Eunae-ah." You greeted her.

"Unnie! I've been calling you for hours! We're at the hospital, mom's in the emergency room! We need money! I-I don't know what else to do. D-Dad's not around." Eunae's trembling voice rang through your ears, surprising you with a panicked voice and not the usual demanding one.

"H-Hospital? What-what happened to mom?" Your legs almost gave up, but your other hand gripped on the sink. You could hear your younger sister's sobs while explaining what happened.

"I just got home from school when I heard dad and mom fighting. T-There's something about having another woman and-and mom was freaking out, and then I heard a thud from upstairs. I was scared to even go up, and I didn't want to see them fight." Eunae's voice was unstable, stuttering. Your eyes teared up as you imagined how hard it was for her to witness such a thing. "I just found mom struggling to stand up when dad left. I figured that d-dad might have hit her. She just passed out right after."

You let out a frustrated breath as you looked up at the ceiling. You thought that your parents' relationship got better when you left home, but you didn't expect that they would do this with their daughter around. Eunae didn't deserve that. You wiped your cheeks which were stained with tears.

"Eunae-ah, calm down, okay? Your sister will solve this. I want you to stay focused on getting mom feel better, and be strong. I know it might be hard after that, but you don't have any choice but to do so." You swallowed the lump on your throat. "I'd be sending money later, don't worry. I trust that you'll help mom manage the funds. Comfort mom, okay? Tell her that you're with her all the time, and that you'll help her around the house. D-Don't order her around."

"I-I understand, unnie. I will do that." You could hear her sigh in relief.

"Did she have many bruises? What's her state now?" You were nervous as you asked her the details. You love your mom although most of the time she was very demanding and selfish, but you know that it was rooted somewhere within her experiences. You just love her without judging her, the same with your sister and father.

"She's stable. The doctor said she must have been under so much stress and exhaustion. Her arms got a bit of bruises, and her cheeks were swollen. I didn't even notice that…" Eunae cried.

"I-It's a relief she's stable now…"

Before you could even speak more, a knock interrupted you.

"Eunjoo-ssi, you okay there? You've been inside for a bit." You heard Kyungsoo's worried voice behind the door. You instantly pulled yourself together before replying.

"I-I'm okay, I'll be out in a second. Sorry."

"Okay." He said in a hesitant voice before you heard him walk away. You sighed before going back to your call.

"Eunae-ah, I'll go back home this weekend. Hold on a bit, okay? It's going to be fine."

Going back home was a delight for you before, but now, you don't know what to feel anymore. After a bit more of reassuring and comforting your sister, you said your goodbye before Kyungsoo got more concerned. You got out of the bathroom and saw him almost standing up again. When he saw you, he sat back again.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Kyungsoo-ssi. I got a call from my younger sister, so it took a while." You forced a smile at him when you sat back down, trying to make it a light matter. But Kyungsoo must be a mind reader as he looked into your eyes.

"I understand. Everything fine with her?"

"W-Well, I suppose it's fine for now. I'll be going back home for a while. I need to check up on them." You nodded to yourself, avoiding sharing unnecessary personal issues. "I miss my family too, you know."

Kyungsoo just hummed in reply, but his gestures were comforting already. He placed a warmed up soup beside your bowl, and placed the freshly cooked mandu near you. You wouldn't have thought that deeply about it, but being in a very emotional state, you noticed how much he was being considerate to you tonight. You smiled.

"Thank you, Kyungsoo-ah."

His eyes widened at your tone. Your voice was so soft that he might have not heard it if he wasn't focused on you enough. His eyes stared into your tearing up ones, breath almost stopping with your sad eyes.

Once again, you made his chest tighten as if you had his heart in your hands.

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A/N:

As promised, I'm updating a day earlier (supposed to be updating on Friday) because I had a break for this day and my mind was in its creative state to write! Striking the iron while it's hot! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll be back for more soon too. Please do wait patiently for this author! 😭❤️

I miss you all, and I hope you are in good health always! :>

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exodusmc · 1 year

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Insider 08

Genre: Power au, war au, rebel au

Words: 2022

Paring: Light manipulator Baekhyun x Reader

Side character/s: Exo, Bts

Warning!: Hinting forced birth, mention of death

a/n: I’m sorry for being gone again but I’m currently working on a royal Jimin fic, which is around 10 k already and I’m looking for ideas to write the next part in my hogwarts series. I was supposed to post a little earlier but then the news about Moonbin came out. I’m seending my condolences and wish everyone the best. Please now that there will awalys be someone who loves you and that you are enought!

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About two four months had passed, months filled with training. Minseok and Jongdae worked with you almost every day, giving you everything they had. It was hard but one on one was nothing. You didn't see Namjoon or Seokjin around much, only Jungkook and Hoseok. They were skilled in combat, their smiles bright.

Jungkook was better in close contact, brown hair pulled back as dark eyes turned sinister, while Hoseok usually worked with long-range weaponry. He had locks close to red on his head, a gaze sharp like an eagle. The two of them built a team, just like Minseok and Jongdae, something you learned from the many late nights.

The rebels were one team but they valued never being alone, which led to a system of two people making sure the other was safe. It was their way of keeping the majority alive. But apparently wasn't it something healers had, as long as they didn't go out in combat. Jongdae told you almost everything, how their lives had been built and what rules there were. They thought of you as one of them, a part of their mindset...Maybe you had accepted them, never smiling but you spoke more, retoring sarcastic words which made Jongdae howl with laughter and occasionally huff in annoyance.

You felt at home with the two special men, their ever different stands on life which seemed to keep them close to one another. Even Jungkook and Hoseok made you a little less of a feather floating in the wind. But there was still one thing you couldn't talk about and that was your parents, the mere thought of them made the walls too close. Maybe there was some sort of repressed memory, something your child brain thought was too scary.

“Y/n?”your eyes snapped from staring at the wall, finding the leader smiling down at you. Namjoon stood tall above your sittig form, no one else around.”Is everything okay?”

You snuck away to be alone for just a second, finding a small room where you sat. Sure, you did like the others but going from not working with many people and being a lieutenant weren't easy, the constant work with keeping their feelings in mind and trying to understand somethings they did.

“Yes, sir.”

“You don't have to call me sir.”Namjoon sighed, sitting down by your side. He had a new scar by his mouth, small enough to be invisible for untrained eyes.” I have some questions I would like to ask you, they would probably be great help in what we are about to start..”

His words were ominous, surely hinting to a war you weren't sure anyone was ready for. Every since you arrived at the rebels, you didn't know anything that in the republic but it didn't mean you were clueless. They wanted the rebels gone and over time had you started to understand people a little more, making the higher ups far from human.

“Okay..”

“It’s about the republic and what you know..”you weren't surprised, eyes staying on your fingers. There was invisible blood on them, blood you tried to scrub away but it was still there.”Tell me anything you feel comfortable with..”

“They tried searching for you in the sky when I last heard about strategies but I don't think they will do it for a long time…”your gaze rose to the wall, a fan swishing over your head. Everyone was so young and yet they had to lead a revolution for rights you didn't think about before. Suddenly did you remember the book you wrote, hoped that it was destroyed when the hospital exploded.

“They have already stopped…”Namjoon, you learned, was only 20, so much responsibility laying on his shoulders at the tender age. It didn't make sense to you but if no one stepped up, would nothing change..”A base was bombed, most of the people in it died..I think around 80 made it..”

You didn't like the feelings in your body, cold and nauseous, hot and clawing. They were dead and you could have been the one killing them.

“Junmyeon has been asking about you and how you’re doing..”Namjoon saw the color start draining from your face so he changed the subject.”I’ve told him that you’re doing really well and seems to like Jongdae and Minseok..But maybe you can call him so he calms down a little?”

“Okay..but I-I want to tell you something…”your head felt like mush, heart picking up its pace. Stress never faced you in battle, it didn't matter if Minseok tried to impale you with ice, you didn't care, but the second you started to think about everything, were you shaking. Guilt, you guessed you felt guilt.”..They have hidden buildings where they birth children for the armies..”

Namjoon stared at you, his orbs darkening to a thunder night sky. No one knew about it and you had only seen a sip bit of a video, the dying body which would never survive the birth. You weren't supposed to care so you didn't, brain forcing the images to burn.

“I don't know where but I know where they keep the videos..”he stood up, towering with broad shoulders. Namjoon was beyond rage at your confession.

“Come with me, we need to speak with Junmyeon..”

Baekhyun ate quietly, thoughts turning in his head. You weren't back and Yixing was always busy, even after he returned..The light bender had no clue what he was doing, only that the doctor ran around and smiled anytime he saw Baekhyun. They didn't share a room anymore..well maybe they did but Yixing never slept there so Baekhyun wasn't sure what to believe.

At least, he wasn't alone. Chanyeol and Sehun were always there. Goofed around and laughed, even when they were training. The two of them were close and made Baekhyun smile with little effort. It was weird how fast things could change, only short of half a year had passed and he felt like he belonged somewhere.

Everytime Baekhyun looked in the mirror could he see muscles on his arms and a fuller face due to the fact that he got to eat. His skin wasn’t dull and it had a slightly darker tone to it now, made him more alive to the eyes of bystanders. He was appealing to look at, Chanyeol would often tease him because of the multiple females and males sending him long gazes, but he couldn't find one he actually felt something for. It was something he couldn't tell anyone, since it was a lie. He couldn't find anyone here but he would often think about someone somewhere else.

Baekhyun coughs slightly, breaking his gaze from the table just for it to get stuck on the chair before him. You circled his mind whenever he got a moment for himself. He wasn't sure what feeling you brought him but he knew that no one else occupied his brain as much as you did. Your eyes were empty but you cried and now when he felt safe in himself, was he remembering the shimmer in them, the depths of a well with high walls built on lies. People never knew anything more about you than that you were a lieutenant, that it was your choice to kill for them, but Baekhyun knew more, just like Yixing and probably Junmyeon. You were just human like everyone else. Human with a buried heart, guarded by thorns and locked behind mirror orbs.

“Sup Baek!”Chanyeol broke him from his trans, the clatter of tupperware brought him back to the canteen.

Sehun sat to his right while a boy named Kyungsoo sat to Chanyeol’s life. Kyungsoo had come and gone over the course of three months, his eyes dark but easily flammable. Baekhyun still felt the ache from training the first time with Kyungsoo who was completely ruthless, seeding stone after stone right at his face.

It had been extremely tiring for Baekhyun since he had to use copious amounts of energy to destroy the blocks but in the end did he manage...it was not like passing out and had to be pushed aside by Sehun’s wind or anything. Kyungsoo was a little nicer the times after but still didn't stop until everyone in the room was panting.

“Still not gonna give Soha a chance?”Baekhyun cringed at the name, remembering the teleporting girl and how she turned up while he just finished showering.

“Please..can we forget that?”Chanyeol snickered before shrugging his shoulders.

Everyone started eating, the rustle around them fading into a slight buzz, but Baekhyun suddenly saw Junmyeon making his way over them, his stepps fast.

Sehun noticed the slight confusion in his friend's face, fork stopping just for his mouth.

“Kyungsoo can you come with me?”four pairs of eyes rested on the eldest torne face. Junmyeon had aged due to his position and his past, everything the still young man had seen.”It’s urgent…”

“Is something wrong?” Chanyeol was ready to leave and fight in a second, arms tense as he almost stood up from the chair.

Baekhyun learned over time that the power one possessed was growing from your personality in some way, but he didn't tell anyone this, even as Chanyeol with fire in his heart held his head high, or when Sehun moved through space quietly, observing everything with a fleeting touch.

“I need to talk with Kyungsoo and it’s important but right now it is not dangerous..”with that, both of them walked away.

Watching them, hair moving with every step, Baekhyun had a feeling that he would be seeing the one he thought about sooner than later.

Soft sounds of beeping and turning paper floated in Yixing’s head, fingers gracing over every file he had as the room was peaceful. He spent most of his time by his bed, flipping through the documents he mangade to steal. Your parents were among them but the words were nothing of help, only small bits of useless information since the republic didn't know who they were.

Sighing, Yixing pressed his fingers against his drumming temples, the slowly rising headache making him irritated. After the explosion and his injury had the headaches been more regular, creeping up his spine to hammer at his skull. But it’s whatever, he’s fine even when feeling in his right leg starts to fade.

Suddenly there was a small sound of sheets moving and his dark gaze found honey eyes on a honey boy who had paled slightly.

“Jongin?”

“How come we get to use the tunnels now?”your question made Minseok send you a side glance, his packing movements stopping for a millisecond.

You had changed, maybe not as much as Baekhyun according to what Junmyeon said, but there was something hiding in your gaze. There was a fire in your movements, another force he couldn't feel in the beginning.

Minseok never knew you parents but it was your mother who found him and…, she found all of them and saved them. You had her lips when they weren't pulled into a deep frown, he wondered if you knew..that you still had a connection to them even though you really had no clue who they were.

“Because they trust you more now?”Jongdae grinned, his hand coming to rustle your hair even if he wasn't that much taller than you.”You’re on our side now so I’ll let you in on all our secret tunnels..”

Jongdae laughed, leaning closer to your ear so Minseok could hear what he was about to say.

“Even the ones they don't know about..”his smirk was playful, eyes shimmering like they always did.”Hanhee won't tell..”

Minseok turned to stare at them both, the sheepish look on Jongdae and your indifferent face. He sighed, having slept too bad to scold Jongdae.

“Come on, they will be here soon..”

So after four months would you return to the place you woke up in, you would meet them all again...and everything would begin.

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justwritedreams · 11 months

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EXO AS DADS SERIES | JONGIN VER.

Word count: Author: Maari Summary: A series of what exo would be like as a parent, from discovery to growth

Sigh ok hear me out

BEST FATHER OF THE WHOLE WORLD

There's so much I want to talk about him 🤧

I think he would find out about the pregnancy even before his s/o but he would be confused like is that what I'm thinking or is it just my imagination?

I mean, he has experience with his nephews so it's not an unexplored area for him.

Like have you seen his smile when he's with children?

But I think he wouldn't say anything because he doesn't want to put pressure on his s/o.

But even if he already expected it, the moment she announced it, oh boy he would be so shocked!

I imagine the two together, alone, watching a movie or just talking sitting on the couch.

And she feels uncontrollably nauseous and she pulls away from him so quickly and runs to the bathroom

He just watches her run with a confused face like

“What... what happened?”

He goes after her because he is very worried

And he helps her hold her hair so it doesn't get dirty and he even strokes the back of her neck, trying to make her feel better 😩

And when she finishes and wipes her mouth, with him stroking her hair he asks what happened

And she replies in a low voice that she's pregnant

He's like 😳

She tries to explain that she had a bunch of tests last week and didn't tell anything because she was scared but

Se just hugs her so tight she's probably going to gasp for air.

And he starts to cry like a baby!

Out of emotion, of course, he is so happy that the only thing he can say is thank you a million times.

And that leads me to think that this man will be the most protective father in the whole word

He's the type who won't let his s/o do any kind of physical exertion at all.

Like, carry shopping bags or even put on socks when it's colder when the belly is considerably big

"I can do this you know" "You can't make an effort, imagine if the baby is accidentally born when you crouch"

And the purest father in the world too!

I think he's going to handle his s/o’s morning sickness very well

Just like the mood swing

But the day that his child will be born, I imagine him completely nervous

And it will be even worse if the baby comes early 🤣

Will definitely cry more than the baby in childbirth

But it will be worth it when he holds the baby in his arms and realizes how small he is 😭

And he will look with the biggest smile like "it's my son"

Oh yeah and I definitely see him as a father of boys. 3 to be exact

He will teach his children everything he can

From simpler things like saying daddy

Even dancing since childhood

Don't you think he won't teach his children? He will, and he will definitely buy those father-son clothes!

And he will say with great pride that he taught

Even if the moment the child says daddy he is crying too much 🤣

He's going to be a worried father, any toothache or flu he's going to want to watch his son 24/7

He's going to be as devoted to his family as he is to anything that's dear to him, and I think family is the most important thing to him

As I said, the fact that he has nephews puts him in a comfortable position

Because he already has experience and will make him closer to his children

No, but just imagine him walking with the kids, taking them to school, sleeping with them at night in his bed because I know he's going to refuse to take the kids to their room 😭😭😭

And what else can I say? LET ME BE THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILDREN JONGIN i'm kidding chanyeol

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marshmallow-phd · 22 days

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A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won't let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

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The fever took over almost as soon as you left the bathroom. Your feet had become heavier, like lead refusing to be moved. Your vision went black before you made it to the bed. Consciousness came and went, images you weren't sure were real or not blurred your vision. A man wiped your forehead with a cloth. Another fed you salty broth. Two more held you upright as someone changed the sweat-soaked pillowcase. The last image you remember was the lingering presence of someone near the doorway. All you could register was his short black hair and white tunic. He turned from the bed and walked out of the room as you fell back asleep.

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A long groan rumbled your throat as your eyes blinked open. The fever that had consumed your body was gone. Your rough tongue scraped the roof of a mouth desperate for moisture. Every limb was sore from not being used. A small pain still pushed at your head, but it was bearable. Only a small measure of light broke the edges of the curtain. It was either barely dawn or the very end of twilight.

"It would seem you're past the worst of it."

You gasped at the unexpected voice. Junmyeon emerged from the shadows and stood at the edge of the bed. He tilted his head, the upper half of his face still cloaked in the darkness.

"I was sick," you stated to no one in particular. Perhaps in mere confirmation for yourself.

Junmyeon nodded. "You had a fever for two days".

"Two days!" you gasped. You were supposed to arrive to your aunt today. If you didn't show–

An echoing thud interrupted your thoughts. You sat up slowly, groaning at the protest of your arms and torso. Junmyeon kicked the familiar chest on the floor again. Excitement pushed away all remaining consequences of the fever. It was your trunk with all your things. Soon, you could be on your way again, with a harrowing tale for your worried relative.

"We found it this morning," he explained. "Along with the driver."

Your heart leapt. "He's–"

"Dead. Probably broke his neck from the fall." His voice was void of empathy. Death–at least the kind not directly in contact with himself–did not affect him. "The carriage isn't salvageable. and the roads are still practically swamps.”

Each breath you took in came faster and faster, more shallow than the last. How could the roads still be unfit for travel? The room began to tilt. "So, what does that mean for me?" Perhaps you would have to wait for a replacement carriage or for your aunt to come get you herself.

He looked to the door with a resigned expression. "You will stay here until we deem fit."

"What!" You scrambled out of the bed. Your knees buckled as soon you feet touched the rug. Going so long without proper nutrition and being sick with fever left you weak. Junmyan caught before you could be injured, sweeping you up into his arms. A mild shiver chattered your teeth. Through your thin nightgown you could feel the icy chill of his fingers. How one's skin could be the temperature of snow, you didn't know.

He laid you back down on the bed with a rather smug expression. "Traveling isn't in your best interest. You need to regain your strength."

You swallowed thickly. "And after that?"

The only answer you received was a smile.

"You can't keep me here!"

"Eat," he ordered, gesturing to the small table in the corner. A silver tray with fresh morsels sat and waited to be consumed. "You're free to roam the manor as you choose, but remember: there is nothing for miles, not even an inn. You'll meet a hungry wolf before coming across another human." He bowed as if he were a gentleman and left you alone to accept your circumstances.

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A small amount of strength returned to you after eating. Although fasting in protest could have been effective, you pathetically couldn't resist. Food had always been a favorite weakness of yours.

The next form of protest you tried was keeping to your room. But after a few hours of not a footstep outside, you concluded self-confinement was only useful if someone noticed.

From your trunk you pulled one of the more plain dresses that had been packed for you. It wasn't too difficult to dress yourself. The true trouble came for your hair. Despite being in bed for several days, no knots caused you pain. That, however, was the extent of your talent. Charlotte, your maid, had been the one to curl and pin your hair in the latest fashions. The best you could do was tie it back with a plain blue ribbon. Squaring your shoulders, you yanked the door open with force and shelled out of the room.

Up and down the different halls, you tried to make sense of the layout. This manor expanded in nearly every direction. You went upstairs and down again, unsure of where you were. The bit of light that managed to fight past the thick curtains that hung in front of every window grew in strength. But though the day grew older, you saw none of the residents. No sound alerted you to any being close. It gave you an eerie feeling. It was as if you were alone but an ever lingering presence haunted every corner.

You took another random left turn. And stopped.

The front door was just on the other side of this hall. You scanned the area around you. Your ears strained to hear anyone that could possibly be near. Not even a bird sang outside. You took a step. Then another. And another. One at a time, you paused between each step, waiting for one of the lords to suddenly appear and drag you back to your room.

Huh. Your room. As if your stay here would be forever permanent. You prayed that they would soon grow bored of you and send you on your way. All this could be was a terrible joke because they had no other way to occupy their time.

You'd reached the door. Possible freedom lied on the other side. Yet, your fingers hovered above the handle. Junmyeon's warning waded through your mind like a morning fog. Nothing for miles. Surely if that was true, the driver would have stopped rather than continue on in the storm.

And then there were the wolves. You knew of their existence. And how a human could be just as satisfactory as elk if they thought they could overpower whoever they came across. To them, you would certainly make easy prey.

"Doors only move when one opens them."

With a shrill gasp, you whirled around and pressed your back against the door. The one who drew your bath last night–Jongdae–was leaning against the entrance to the side parlor. He stared at you with a bored expression, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Where did you come from?" you demanded. You had looked in the parlor as you passed. No one was in there.

He waved an uncaring hand in the air. "Around. I heard you walking and when it stopped, I came to see why.”

"You heard me walking?" You'd put slippers on before leaving the room since your boots were still caked with mud. You could hardly hear your own steps against the wood boards.

Jongdae merely raised an eyebrow, refusing to explain. You huffed. The previous fright in you disappeared. Pushing off of the door, you shuffle past him and into the parlor. Your feet were beginning to pulse after walking around for hours. You sat in one of the cushioned chairs to give them some relief.

Before you could blink, Jongdae was seated in the chair across from you.

"How did you do that?”

Smug, he leaned back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. "Would you like a tour?"

"Not if you refuse to answer my questions," you scoffed.

The corners of his lips curled upward. "I think it might be better if you figure it out for yourself. Over time."

That earned another huff. You especially disliked the insinuation that you would be here for a long while. Hope still flickered in you like a warm ember, desperate for fuel.

Jongdae stared at you quizzically. "Why didn’t you run?”

"Because, there isn't anywhere to run to," you answered quietly. You were lucky to make it here in the first place. Regardless if you were imprisoned or not, you were thankful to be alive.

Still eyeing you with that studious share, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. "Is there another reason you don't want to leave?"

You swallowed thickly. It was impossible for him to read your thoughts. He couldn't possibly know that something else held you back. "It's safe here–”

"We both know this place isn't safe for you," he snapped. "Your instinct should be to run as far as you can.”

"B-but the wolves..." your voice trailed off, overshadowed by the thumping of your heart.

"The wolves are nothing compared to here." He stood and all seriousness melted away as he stretched his limbs. "Or maybe they aren't. Perhaps that simply depends on you." You flinched as he reached for you. He didn't pause and his fingers passed your face, instead pulling at the ribbon in your hair until it came loose and dropped the fabric in your lap. "I wouldn't wear your hair like that.

You frowned at him. The men here weren't exactly the epitome of current style. "Why?"

“Keep pulling it back like that and you'll have your answer." He dared to wink at you before strolling from the parlor.

It took a little while to find your room again. Part of you wondered if you should have accepted Jongdae's offer of a tour. Another part stubbornly insisted you would find your own way eventually.

Sitting down at the small table, you pulled the curtain back. Your room was on the second floor, which gave you a decent view of the grounds.

Unlike most of the forest you remember seeing, this area was void of life. The trees were bare, their branches rigid and spindly. No birds or other woodland creatures scurried about. There was plenty of grass and garden hedges, but somehow all of the beauty was sapped from their blades and leaves. A few stone benches and structures were scattered about the estate, but whatever stunning carvings they used to present had been worn away. A sadness had overtaken this land, infected its very core. Not even the sunlight–now making its way to the other horizon–felt warm. How could anyone live amongst this?

All your strength gained through breakfast waned. You didn’t need sleep, per se, but rest wasn’t a terrible idea. Leaning back, you tucked your feet under you and shuffled into the corner of the chair. Your eyes slowly closed–

And snapped open at the soft knock from the door. You scowled at the door. It replied with another knock. With a huff, you stood and crossed the room, pulling the door open with force. "Yes?"

Junmyeon smirked at your hostility. "It's time for dinner."

You looked down, but his hands were empty. No new silver tray in sight.

"Dinner is with us."

Your throat tightened as his words sunk in. With them.

He motioned with his head. "Come."

"I have to change."

His eyes raked you up and down, then he raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Why? Because you always charged for dinner when you weren't dining with only your family. It simply wasn't proper to wear what you were tramping around in all day.

When you neither spoke nor moved, he reached behind you and pulled the door closed, pushing you out of the room and into his chest. He chuckled at the contact. You shoved him away. His amusement didn't waver. "The dining hall is this way."

Understanding that the only way you would eat was by following him, you complied. He led you to one of the familiar staircases, but then down a hallway you didn't recognize. The dining hall sat on the other end. Past the grand entrance was a long, dark red table that ran the length of the room with the ability to seat at least twenty. An old chandelier hung from the ceiling, a few of the precious crystals missing. A roaring fire clicked and cracked on the opposite wall.

"You'll sit here." Junmyeon startled you as he pulled a chair just to the left of the head of the table. All the other available seats were occupied. With your chin held high, you accepted, letting him push the chair in. Then he sat at the head.

There were four chairs on each side of the banquet table, haphazardly spaced, and a lone chair at the other end. To your immediate right was the one named Yixing. He stared at you with narrowed, interested eyes that somehow made his already sharp features lethal. You dropped your gaze instantly, finally noticing the food in front of you. Your eyes lifted... no one else had a meal, only a goblet full of wine.

"Has everyone else eaten?"

"Mm," Junmyeon hummed over the rim of his glass. When the goblet left his mouth, a faint red smear remained behind. He licked his lips slowly to wipe it away. "We don't typically... eat dinner, but thought of it as an opportunity to introduce you.”

A few chuckles echoed around the room, but the joke was lost on you.

"Eat," Junmyeon motioned to your plate. All eyes were trained on you. The silverware clinked and clattered as you picked up the fork and knife. Would the food be poisoned? Did they get some sick enjoyment from this? You cut off a small bite of chicken. Each bite was slow, testing the flavor. It wasn't beautifully seasoned, but you couldn't taste any bitter poison underneath. You swallowed and cut another bite.

Satisfied, Junmyeon motioned to the man on his right. "This is Jongin.”

"You have a pretty name," the man purred. You merely stared at him and continued to eat. He laughed from his chest. "Then Chanyeol." This one bowed in his chair with a flourish of his arm. "Jongdae." He winked. You scowled at him. "Sehun." This one didn't look at you, looking bored as he leaned back lazily in his chair, sipping from his glass. "Kyungsee at the end."

Kyungsoo, who had been staring at the table, his chin resting on folded fingers. He glanced at you but immediately looked away when he met your gaze.

"That one is Minseok," Junmyen went on. The one named Minseok smiled at you with an eerily feline grin. "Baekhyun." He, too, grinned at you in a way that sent a chill down your spine. "And next to you, I'm sure you remember, is Yixing."

You didn't look at him again. Putting down the silverware, you gave your attention back to Junmyeon. "When can I leave?"

He scoffed before he could take another sip of wine. "I already told you. Until we deem fit."

"You can't keep me here!"

"Maybe you should have considered that before you came here.”

"You might enjoy it here," Baekhyun hummed.

"I doubt it," you snapped back.

Chanyeol leaned forward onto the table. “Do you have family?"

You swallowed nervously. "Yes."

"You should ask her if she has a lover," Jongdae crooned. When all eyes jerked to him, you carefully slid the knife over to your right hand under the rim of the plate. By luck, you had decided to wear a dress with sleeves. You just needed to conceal the knife until you were back in your room.

"Do you?" Jongin asked of you, a little too interested for your comfort.

You glared daggers at Jongdae. "No, I don't."

His lips curled gleefully. "I don't believe you." He shrugged. "Then again, maybe it's not a lover that you’re trying to avoid."

"My aunt is expecting me."

"And she'll keep expecting you," Junmyeon growled.

A hand flashed out of nowhere, snatching up your wrist and catching the knife before it fell to the floor. "I wouldn't do that," Yixing warned. You tried to yank your wrist back, but he took the opportunity to bring you closer to him.

Junmyeon sighed. "Yixing.”

Revealing who was in charge Yixing released your wrist, but he put the knife in front of him. Small indentations appeared along the blade that weren’t there before. A perfect fit for a hand.

You stood with such force that your chair overturned behind you.

"Finished already?" Jongin teased.

You gave a single hard nod and stormed out of the dining hall. None of them stopped you.

"This is going to be fun," one of them chuckled. A chair scraped hastily against the floor and you hurried faster to your room.

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The Last Time - Chapter 1

pairing: kyungsoo x mila (OFC) genre: angst, romance, drama theme: lovers to enemies to lovers again? (Possibly), marriage in trouble word count: 3,086 warnings: cursing, mentions of self harm, implied smut, sad kyungsoo, depressed kyungsoo description: Kyungsoo has been separated from Mila for a year. He’s had enough of faking their happy marriage for the public. He finds comfort in old home movies and memories of their past as he tries to figure out what to do with the divorce papers he was served.

author’s note: hello! welcome to the romantic universe! I have worked on this particular story for over a year and FINALLY, it’s going to be yours! I am so excited for you to meet the characters and follow their journey. The graphic at the top of the chapter will serve as time markers between “now” (present day) and “then” (the past) before each chapter. A huge, HUGE thank you to @loeyyuniverse for being my beta reader and giving me so many ideas. I couldn’t have done this without you 🩵 if you like the story, please leave a like and feel free to reblog. Also, I found these amazing dividers by @saradika-graphics that I will be using in all of my stories from now on! Now… I give to you… The Last Time (:

- Aria

Malibu, California KYUNGSOO

I stare out into the vast open sky from my living room floor, the sunset paints beautiful colors that canvas the atmosphere above the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean. I can get lost in moments like this, when everything is calm and makes a little more sense than it did before. I get surrounded by everything around me: the sunset that changes the color of the sky, the slow, breathy wind, the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore, the slow appearance of red clouds and the moon getting brighter and brighter in the distance.

Slowly, effortlessly, the yellows become the golden flecks in her gorgeous eyes. The wind is her touch, soft and sends chills down my spine. The reds are her lips when she gets ready for date nights, putting on lipstick just for me. Even though she didn’t need it, she looked so spectacular in that shade of red. The waves are the promises we made, consistently rolling back to me to remind me that I failed to keep so many of them. Being here in this kind of scene just isn’t the same without her.

I watched my wife, Mila, walk out of the door and never turn back due to my own stupidity and careless mistakes. I haven’t slept well since she left. I haven’t been able to eat on some days. Nothing in my life feels right anymore. What makes this separation even worse is that we’re not going public with it. We maintain appearances for the sake of our careers, but it’s hard to tell now if we’re just pretending or if there’s real feelings behind our actions.

Our vacation home in Malibu looks out onto the shore, for the times we needed to get away from it all and spend time together. Tonight is my last night here before I have to fly back home to New York and I wish I could stay here longer. It’s the closest thing that I have to being with her. Everywhere I turn, there’s pieces of Mila in every single thing and I don’t know if I can handle it anymore. The last year has been hell without her.

Watching old home videos of us together has to be a form of self harm, but this is the only way I can see her smile. My eyes are glued to the screen as memories play out from different points in our relationship. From moving in to our first apartment together after we got married. From traveling to Korea to see my family. Waking up in Spain on our European tour together to staying up late in the studio. I’ve replayed the honeymoon videos over and over, mesmerized as the events play out on screen. We were so young, Mila was 20 and I was 22. I need to be honest with myself, it wasn’t a honeymoon… It was our elopement at Mila’s grandparent’s ranch in Mexico. We stayed in the guest house on the ranch, and it was the happiest we’d ever been.

"Come here." My voice whines from the TV.

"No! Why are you recording us? It’s so weird!" Mila giggles. I grab the phone and the focus is Mila sitting with her leg tucked under her with cheeks tinted pink.

"Look at you, Angel." I breathe, calling her by her nickname. “You’re so gorgeous and you just woke up.”

“Soo!” Mila blushes. She tries to cover her face but I won’t let her.

“Don’t hide your gorgeous face from me.”

Her grandmother’s engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand glimmers on screen. The rays of morning light filter into the room and it can’t even compare to her smile. She didn’t need to try at all, she just naturally glowed. I love it when she’s this way, no makeup, hair down and only wearing my t shirt.

I pull Mila by her waist into the frame and kiss her, my arm protectively still around her. I tease her by tracing her lips with mine and smile between kisses, placing her into my lap. I lean and prop the phone on the bedside table and we're in full view on the bed. Mila’s fingers run through my hair, something she did when we’d be intimate like this. Her smile fades as she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Listen to me. No matter what happens, my heart is yours. Angel, we’re married. Nothing can separate us. Not Sungho, not Chanyeol, no one. I know that we both took a risk when we didn’t tell Chanyeol that we were just dating. He’s your brother and my best friend. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to keep that from him. You’re everything to me, my best friend, my life. All I care about is that you’re happy with this decision. They’ll come around, we just have to give it time.” I say lowly.

Mila nods her head, her hands glide down my shoulder to my forearms.

“I hope Chanyeol will come around, him and I are close and I never expected he’d react in the way he did. With my father… He may take longer but it’ll be okay. I’m beyond happy. This feels so right, Soo.” Mila smiles again, and it’s a personal victory that she’s glowing again. “I just… Don’t know how I feel about you filming us in bed. It’s kind of…”

“Angel, stop. This is for our memories. This is our honeymoon. I had to document just how gorgeous you are when you wake up in the morning. You take my breath away.” I whisper, caressing her face. She tilts her head to fit her cheek in the palm of my hand.

"This is like a dream. I don’t want to go back to reality.” Our eye contact is strong, it never deviates from one another. I run my fingers through her hair and cup her face in my hands.

We fall into a deep kiss, molding ourselves to each other. We break slowly and a fire is ablaze in her eyes, full of want. She pushes me down onto the bed, I roll over until I’m on top of her.

“Look at me.” I straighten her gaze back to me by guiding her jaw back to face me. I lean down and kiss her velvety soft lips, my hand slides down to her throat. My fingers gently massage the sides of her throat, her back arches off of the bed. My hand slides down to her side and I squeeze her closer to me. Her soft whimpers fill the room as my lips roam her jaw and down her neck. I stop at her shoulder and smirk into the camera.

“Mila, you’ll never forget this.” I say into the camera and nip her collarbone. She shrieks and holds onto me tighter. Before we go further, Mila grabs the phone and laughs.

“Nice try, Mr. Doh.”

We laugh and she cuddles into me, stopping the recording.

I turn the TV off. Seeing my wife smile like that is something I haven’t seen in a long time. Tears threaten my eyes as the moon glows brighter. Now there’s nothing left but reminders that she’s not mine anymore. I shouldn’t have been working so much, prioritizing everything else over her, or even worse… I shouldn’t have been such a jealous monster. Being young and stupid, I’d bubble over with jealousy if a man just as much as gazed at her.

Her physical beauty is just a bonus. Her sun kissed skin has to be infused with gold, her plump lips can render me speechless with just one kiss, I could lose myself in her gorgeous eyes forever. Her smile brightens the entire world around her. Her body is a gift from God, effortless curves that would hypnotize me the moment she’d walk into a room. She’s everything I ever wanted in a woman, everything about her is perfect.

It was never a secret that men pined over her and how gorgeous she is, even though they knew she was married to me. I never got my jealousy in check, something she never deserved. I was certain every man she came across wanted her the way I wanted her and would take her from me. I was certain that it made me crazy. It was so bad that we started to fight all of the time about it, those fights turned into fights about our relationship, our future together, and how we failed at connecting due to our busy schedules.

One day, she finally had enough and she left.

I open the sliding glass door to listen to the waves. I wait for Mila’s arms to hug me into her embrace and when it doesn’t come, my heart splinters. I handled winter and spring without her, but summer reminded me how much worse it is that we’re separated. I want to see her more than just on red carpets and public appearances. At night, it gets worse. The loneliness settles in much more when I can feel and see her side of the bed is empty. Everything she is takes shape in the view in front of me.

“Mila… I miss you…” I whisper into the night air. The stars and moon start to sway and my vision clouds over. I rub my temples and turn my back to the ocean, glancing over at the divorce papers on the counter. I wrecked my brain relentlessly over what made Mila want a divorce. Why didn’t she want to work this out like we have before? I didn’t cheat on her, I didn’t ever lay a hand on her and I didn’t lie to her or kept anything from her.

Divorce.

This is not how I expected our relationship to end. I didn’t want it to end at all. I have to prove it to her that I’m going to change, I just don’t know how to start.

I collapse onto the couch, closing my eyes to continue the memory the week we spent together on the ranch when we got married. Mila and I were in bed, cuddled up during one of our late nights talking and watching movies. Mila’s fingers dance across my chest, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

“Promise me something, Soo.” She whispered, gazing up at me.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll never give up. We’ll never separate. Even if times get difficult, I don’t want to give up.” Mila pleads with her eyes.

“I’ll fight for you too. I’ll fight for us. Marriage is so different from just dating. You and I are in this together for life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m difficult to deal with, I’ll do better.” Mila smirks. I laugh and pin her under me, my forearms are on either side of her head.

“Your attitude is very easy to deal with. You’re a brat sometimes but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I laugh, kissing her slowly. “But you’re mine, whether you like it or not.”

“I love it. I love you.” Mila smiles.

I kiss her mouth and cheeks, nodding. “And I love you, Angel.”

The memory fades as quick as it came. Everything she said that night resounds in my head. I can’t sit here and feel sorry for myself. Mila made me promise her that I’d fight for her, and that we’d never separate. It’s my fault she pushed away, it’s my fault she doesn’t want to be near me. I have to fight for her, I have to keep my promise.

The first thing I decided to do is not sign the papers. If Mila wants a fight, that’s what she’s going to get. I can’t take her just being a memory that I can see in the world around me. There’s no use in pitying myself anymore, either. I force myself up, shuffling around the house to find a notepad and a pen of paper. Once I find it in the dresser of the bedroom we used to share, I sit down on the bed and start writing. This is going to be a long fight, a long road but it’s one I have to take to get my wife back. I’m probably never going to get the courage to say everything that I need to, so I resort to writing a letter to Mila that she’ll never read.

Dear Mila,

Hi.

I’m writing you from Malibu, our beach house. I came here just to get away from everything in New York. The Grammy’s are coming up, are you excited about it? I am so proud of you for being nominated and performing. You’ve been dreaming of this your whole life and it’s finally coming true. I’ll be attending… I hope I can see you at some point in the night.

To be honest, I woke up this morning and felt lost again. I had the same nightmare of you leaving and fell down a rabbit hole of memories and home movies. I made coffee this morning and I saw two mugs: red and lavender.

Seeing it broke me.

Lavender is your favorite color, how stupid is it that I get emotional over a coffee mug? Believe it or not, everything reminds me of you. I see reminders of you in everything. The sunset that’s painting the sky right now. The bed still smells like your shampoo, strawberries and vanilla. Our memories live in the walls… I feel and see you everywhere and it’s killing me.

It’s still hard for me to accept that you really want to end this. I can’t delusion myself into believing that if I were to call you, you’d pick up and take me back, let alone talk to me.

So, I have to tell you everything I feel in this letter that you’ll never read.

I never stopped loving you, despite what I may have said, shown or done. It’s you who holds my heart. I’m sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t care. I never knew how to express all of these emotions. Since the day I met you, you made my heart flutter. The sound of your voice was the most beautiful music that I never knew existed. No song on this planet can compare to how your voice sounds to me.

Your lips and your body hypnotize me and made me surrender to your love. Your kisses are my life support, your arms are my security, my home. Making love to you gives me a high that no drug could even come close to. You gave me so much support and comfort, Mila. Anytime I had doubts, anxiety or felt unsure, you were at my side, telling me it was all going to be okay and work out. I know for certain that no one or nothing else could compare to you. You’re the piece of me that I didn’t know was missing.

I can never see marrying you in the way that we did as a mistake or wrong. You made me feel things that I’ve never felt before and it was exciting, it felt right that you were mine and I was yours. I just wasn’t the best version of myself, the husband that you deserved. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, I wasn’t myself at all. If I did things the right way, if I listened, we could have been together today, I wouldn’t be writing this letter. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I admit I messed it all up.

Now… There’s something else that you need to know, my sweet Angel. I’m not signing the papers. There is no way I am allowing us to throw away so many years that we were happy. I’m sorry I didn’t express the love I had in my heart for you the way you deserved it. I promised I’d fight for you, and this is the beginning of that fight. I won’t give up on us, Angel. Soon, we won’t pretend for the sake of the cameras anymore. Your smile won’t be fake. I’ll make you happy again.

I love you, Mila.

I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Soo

I fold the letter and stuff it into an envelope. I stuff it in the bottom of my backpack and groan softly, my bags are packed and ready to go for the trip back home. With every second that goes by, I realize more and more exactly how much that I messed up such a beautiful thing.

I look up and see the photos on the wall, my eyes fix on the picture of Mila and I at our debut showcase on Jeju Island in 2012. We were so young, stars in our eyes and the world at our feet. That night changed so many things for us, and I like to think that’s exactly where we began. I get up and allow myself to lay on the bed, allowing the memory to take me into its arms and walk me through the night I knew I was in love with my wife all those years ago.

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coming soon: sudden rain

pairing: kyungsoo x oc [eunbi] featuring: junmeyon as kyungsoo's agent; chanyeol as eunbi's brother; sehun as eunbi's first love synopsis: a year after his divorce, romance author kyungsoo goes on tour to celebrate his debut novel's tenth anniversary. when his flight is grounded during a storm, kyungsoo finds comfort in a fan's kindness. let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist

preview, from kyungsoo's point of view

I had to tell her, “It wouldn’t bother me.”

She gave me a bewildered expression as she dug her keys out of her yellow raincoat’s pocket. “What?”

“If you asked me a million questions,” I spoke over the rain, “it wouldn’t bother me. Ask me whatever you want!”

I prepared myself to answer a question about the book tour and the manuscript deadline because that’s all anyone asked me about anymore. I wasn’t ready for anybody to ask, “Are you happy?”

But Eunbi did.

Clutching my rain-stained notebook, I wheezed, “What?”

Eunbi observed, “That is not a yes.”

I think I would have tried to say, ‘Yes, of course, I’m happy!’ if I had been able to catch my breath.

Before I could catch my breath, Eunbi said, “Goodnight, Kyungsoo. It was enchanting to meet you.”

She had almost closed the door when I cried, “Wait!”

#exo fic #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #kyunsoo fic #kyungsoo fanfiction #exo angst #kyungsoo angst #exo fluff #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo au #exo au #series: sudden rain

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Oasis || O.SH (II)

♔ pairing: superhero!sehun x f!reader

♔ genre: fluff, angst, crack

♔ word count: 4.7k

♔ warnings: profanity, violence

♔ synopsis: EXO: the nine member superhero gang protecting the city of Exodus. For years, they've done just that. A sudden turn of events leads them all stressed, confused, and paranoid beyond belief. A paranoia which could either lead them to answers or turn them against one another— turn them against their city.

♔ a/n: hello again! this is part 2, and actually a chapter unlike last time lol. pls enjoy 👏

series masterlist || main masterlist

"I'm running low on arrows," Sehun updated, feeling the bag on his back lighten as he spitfires arrows one after the other at the creatures below him. Within a second, Jongin pops up beside him, dropping a new, fully loaded quiver before disappearing once more.

"Hang in there, guys," Junmyeon's voice echoed through Sehun's ear. "We're nearing the end of this fight."

"I hope you're right." Chanyeol responded. "This is the longest Necromancer battle we've had yet." From where he was perched, Sehun saw Chanyeol fire another ball of flames at the group of undead nearing him, disintegrating them where they once stood.

"I'm clear at the southern end of the bank." Kyungsoo heaved through laboring breaths.

"Me too, main street clear." Minseok added. "He should be showing up any time now."

The he that Minseok was referring to was none other than Necromancer–one of their most notorious villains. He had been one of the first to revolt against them upon the genesis of their heroic duties. A man who held the ability to bring back the dead. Aside from the mortifying experience of battling deranged, bloodthirsty corpses of those who once roamed the Earth, Necromancer himself was someone who once bewildered the group of heros, as he was their one and only villain who never hid his face. And even with the most highly advanced technologies in Junmyeon's possession, he could never find the identity of the sorcerer. Necromancer held no motives, no empathy, no compassion. He merely did what he did for the enjoyment he derived from it.

"I'm clear!" Baekhyun shouted, just as Sehun had also shot at the last body in his sight.

"Everyone gather at main street," Junmyeon directed. Sehun hopped off the building he resided, plummeting to the ground before cushioning his fall as usual. He jogged over to Junmyeon, shooting a few more zombies in his wake as he met up with their leader. The team huddled together, backs to one another whilst scanning the now desolate area. Corpses lined the street, mangled and decrepit after having to suffer two deaths at this point. It was disturbing, something Sehun loathed after every Necromancer fight. The lingering images of every one of his fights afterwards, plaguing him for what seemed like ages until another battle could wipe clean the slate of his mind. Sehun's eyes darted to and fro, scanning the area for the warlock, but he came up with nothing. He could hear the breaths of his team as they felt the foreboding tension flooding the air. It was silent, a silence which seemed to be deafening almost, penetrating into Sehun's being and wracking him to his core. The muscles in his arms trembled as he held the bow up, keeping his arrow in his line of sight in case something showed up.

Suddenly, a violet haze began rising from the ground, slow and almost inconspicuous at first, though gradually increasing in volume, its hue volatile as it morphed and intermingled with the rotted bodies scattered about. Curls of the wispy air beneath them wrapped around the bodies one by one, dragging them across the pavement, an almost sickening cacophony of scraping and snapping surrounding them as the dismembered carcasses slithered by them. Brittle bones cracking as they were tossed about the ground, limbs and joints snapping and tearing, dried and shriveling skin scraping against the destroyed cement, grating aggressively against it like nails on a chalkboard. The fog deepened as the corpses accumulated together at the end of the street, piling atop one another, the mound of the dead growing and growing until its height had reached to such a staggering point that it had casted a shadow over the bewildered group of heroes. With more of those revolting sounds resounding through the atmosphere, appendages began sprouting from the pile, extending to an extensive length before collapsing, lying limply against the expanding mass. More of these accumulated, stretching out into the horizon before its immense weight would release it once more along its bodice, before finally reaching the last one, dropping once more and allowing silence to settle in the area.

The monstrosity before them seemed to be staring right at the frightened bunch, though remaining faceless in its existence. The heroes stood frozen, in both a mixture of fear and anticipation, waiting for what the creature would do. Waiting for what it possibly had planned for the lot.

It felt like hours had passed in this sort of standoff, Sehun practically shaking with nerves where he stood, fingers aching as he held his bow down, preparing to raise it at any given moment. The silence once more held a palpable tension, one that completely paralyzed some of them. Sehun's body was standing so stiff that he hadn't realized violent tremors ate away at his sanity. His only sense of awareness in the situation resided upon one thing, that being the beast which remained in its position, mockingly still as if copying the boys below it. If it hadn't been for the violent thudding of the blood coursing through his ears, his breath fanning against his face beneath the mask, he'd have thought he'd had gone deaf at the moment, or even thought he had died mid battle, living in a personal Hell he hadn't realized he feared. A hell of anticipation, never knowing when the monster would strike. Only knowing that his time was waning, and at any moment would there be bloodshed. His throat seemed to constrict upon itself as one of the appendages began rising into the air, more cracks accompanying it as it shifted positions, undulating spastically as it rose continuously, before reaching its pinnacle point– right above them.

"Run." Junmyeon demanded, voice low as if cutting through a wall of cotton, just as the limb snapped towards them at an accelerated speed. Sehun just barely dove out of the way, rolling on his back before landing on his knees just as he heard the sickening crack of both cement and thousands of bones. He tossed the regular arrow aside, reaching back and pulling out an explosive one before tugging back his arrow and releasing, sending it right into the center of the mass and watching as it imploded in the body, a gaping emptiness soon being formed. The massive hole it left behind was quickly filled in once more by the surrounding carcasses, covering the once barren injury, as if Sehun’s efforts amounted to nothing at all.

"I'm out of commission," Sehun shouted, still reaching for another even though he knew he was useless in this fight. It was all he could offer in such a time.

"Me too," Jongin replied, distantly phasing to and fro as if scoping out an angle he could work with regarding the monster.

"Same," Yixing stood at the sidelines, sword still gripped desperately in his hand, eyes trained on the mass and its viciously swinging appendages.

"I'm going to try and disintegrate the bodies so they don't accumulate again." Chanyeol announced, attempting to run closer to the creature. As his darkened silhouette hurdled towards the beast, one of the colossal limbs shot out towards him, seemingly a blur of shadows with its speed.

"Look out!" Jongin shouted, suddenly appearing beside Chanyeol only to immediately tackle him out of the way as the arm crashed into the ground with another vicious crash into the demolished ground. "We need to get Chanyeol close to it."

“I think it has an arm for each one of us, so we can’t go at it all at once,” Kyungsoo pointed out. Upon closer inspection, one could see Kyungsoo was indeed correct. Nine tentacle-like appendages encircled the entire being, one hovering in the direction of each member, ready to strike if they so much as stepped near it. As if a dome surrounded it, extending to its wingspan, and if one person so much as entered the invisible fortress, they were perceived as a threat.

“Minseok, can you freeze its arms from here?” Junmyeon quickly asked, crouched on the outskirts as he focused on the arm pointed at him.

“They’re too far.” The man in question responded. “I’d have to get closer, too.”

“How would you feel about it getting closer to you?” Sehun asked, causing a few of the heads around him to turn in his direction. “You get closer like Chanyeol, and freeze the arms before they hit you.”

“That’s way too risky,” Yixing noted, an immense worry laced in his voice as he briefly glanced over to where Sehun resided.

“It’s worth a shot.” Minseok announced before taking off towards the creature without another word, shooting sheets of ice on the ground beneath him and gliding across them to reach the monster quicker. As predicted, another mortifying arm jerked up, lunging towards Minseok's nearing figure. He easily slid right around the impact as it connected with the street below, granting him an opportune moment to shine, turning and shooting ice at the end of the limb and successfully cementing it to the ground. The ice stretched its way higher and higher, caking the decay in a layer of frigidity, until the spread reached where the arm connected to the body. A bellowing rumble reverberated from the monster, jolting around frantically to free its tentacle, but failing tragically as Minseok reinforced the layers holding it down. It continued to emit an echoing roar into the air, practically shaking the earth with its cries. Minseok grimaced at the sound, having been the closest one to it, the raucous ringing through his ears, his vision darkening somewhat as he ceased his onslaught of ice unto the limb. Another arm rose up, swinging at the seemingly unsuspecting Minseok, who once more repeated his prior actions. He steadied his breathing, capturing the limb in ice once more, forcing himself to stay conscious through the staggering exhaustion creeping into his figure.

Jongin appeared at the top of the first frozen limb, taking out one of his blades and stabbing it into the ice. Kicking off the side of the limb, he descended along the base of the appendage, allowing his knife to slide down and slice the arm off of its torso. It collapsed on the ground, still frozen, though the bones trapped inside jostled furiously as if trying to break through the icy prison and rejoin its masses. Junmyeon came running forward, arms raising as he grew closer to the fight. The fire hydrant beside Sehun began shivering, evolving into a vicious tremor before popping off the ground entirely, erupting into a geyser of water endlessly pouring out and collecting itself midair above him. The translucent liquid flowed and contorted about, accumulating in size until it umbrellaed Sehun entirely, shifting lines of light reflecting on him and basking him in a hue of blue. Junmyeon swept his arms forward, the tranquil bubble morphing into an intemperate wave, shooting forward through his command with a near violent cry, similar to that of massive waterfall's. It collided with the remnants of the tentacle, sweeping it past the monster's clutches and into the bay beside the city.

It became a repetitive cycle, Minseok freezing a limb and moving on to the next, Jongin slicing them off the body and onto the ground, and Junmyeon expelling them from the scene. By the time half of them had been cleared, the creature having failed to regenerate them with its limited amount of mass, Chanyeol bolted to its vulnerability. He stood before it, spreading his legs apart and firmly on the ground whilst raising his arms up beside him. He jerked back as whirlwinds of flames erupted from his palms, burrowing into the amalgamation of rot. It screeched once more, the remaining tentacles flailing about and aimlessly shooting to and fro. Baekhyun hit each one with an energy beam, the concentrated rays of light serving as a sort of light cannon which burned and wounded each of the arms every time one of the heroes was about to be hit. Eventually, the limbs ceased as Junmyeon cleared the last remains, emptying them into the bay. Chanyeol's flames grew larger, creeping higher and higher up the monster who continuously bellowed into the atmosphere, a terrible dissonance of torment as it disintegrated before their eyes. It was soon entirely engulfed in fire, thrashing about and crumbling into blackened remains of ash and bits of bone. As it diminished, Junmyeon cleaned the last of its remains, dumping it into the bay once more.

"Is that good for the environment?" Kyungsoo whispered, causing the others to snort at his query.

"Probably not the ashes, but the bones are organic matter theoretically, right?" Chanyeol replied, worry laced in his voice.

"We'll discuss it in the disaster report so the town knows the bay also needs to be taken care of." Junmyeon assured. They nodded, about to move on until another round of purple haze floated around them.

"Damn it." Jongin muttered, pulling out his batons and looking around the area. Everyone followed suit, preparing for more of the undead until a body began phasing through the ground, climbing through the concrete like a zombie emerging from its grave.

Necromancer.

The man chortled as he finally surfaced, back silently shaking as he knelt on the ground. He slowly stood up, his laughs building into a nefarious cackle as he tossed his head back, arms gripping his sides.

"Oh, EXO," He spat out between his supposed joy. "I enjoy our encounters so much. I look forward to seeing you all every time we play." He wiped at his eyes, smile still stretched across his face. "Did you like my little trick this time? It's new, I just developed it recently."

"Necromancer, stand down," Junmyeon warned, a thin film of water accumulating at their feet, inconspicuous to anyone around except them.

"Oh, don't worry, Leviathan." He tossed his hand dismissively. "That's all we had planned for this time. He wouldn't want me to deviate from his scheme." Sehun felt his breathing stutter for a moment, eyes shifting to determine Junmyeon's reaction without seeming worried– which he internally was.

"What scheme? And who is 'he?'" Necromancer pursed his lips into a thin line in a feeble attempt to hold back his amusement, but he once again broke out into another fit of raucous laughter. His face was red from his ministrations, the shade a near contrast to the green of his eyes.

Green?

"Goodbye, EXO!" He extended his arms out, leaning back and falling to the ground. The water beneath them shot forward to where Necromancer stood, attempting to catch him, but it was too late as Necromancer once more phased through the solid ground, plummeting away from the scene. Junmyeon cursed silently, dropping his control of the water and letting it roll about aimlessly to fill in the area as much as it could, as water so naturally does. Junmyeon was pissed, Sehun could very clearly see. He attempted to reach out to his old friend until the familiar sound of applause kicked in. So punctual, the city of Exodus.

"EXO, EXO, could we take a statement from you regarding this battle?"

"Leviathan, is Necromancer the one behind all of these fights?"

"Can we expect another major battle this month?"

Yixing stepped forward, already sensing Junmyeon's turmoil and leaving him in the care of the team.

"As of now, we'd like to keep any findings to ourselves until we can give the people a concrete explanation. I know it's hard to live this way, but we are working tirelessly to put an end to this, and we hope Exodus can be with us through these trying times. We are one." Yixing bowed his head in thanks to the crowd, turning back to the group as more cheers and questions were aimed at his retreating figure. "Let's go." They crowded Jongin, taking them back to their base a moment later.

The heroes separated once they were in safety, looking around at one another, both expectant and clueless to the predicament they've found themselves in. Sehun, although glancing at the others wearily, lingered his attention on Junmyeon, watching the elder's face contort through conflicting emotions. Anger. Worry. Dread. Fear. Emptiness.

"He's not alone." Minseok was the first to break through the tension of the room. "They're working together."

"All of our fights. Our villains." Baekhyun turned and looked at Junmyeon. "They're banding together."

"For what reason?" Chanyeol asked, frustration in his voice as he yanked off his helmet. "As far as I know, they each have different motives to hating us or the city. Why and how would they work together?"

"He said 'he.'" Jongdae pointed out. "They could be working under one person."

"Necromancer works under him." Minseok added. "But who?"

Junmyeon shook his head, hands scraping into his scalp angrily. He breathed a defeated sigh, ripping off his mask and turning on his heels.

"I don't know. We have to research more." Junmyeon began walking towards the control room, ready to sit in front of his monitors once more for another week. "We know Necromancer isn't the brains behind this. He probably wasn't even supposed to insinuate a partnership, but he's powerful. He got cocky. He slipped up." Though he grew further away, his voice still carried in the abysmal vastness of their headquarters. "Call local cemeteries, ask if there's any way they could… check their dead. Knowing where Necromancer got such a vast army of bodies can help us pinpoint where he or his partner could be located."

"Yes, captain." Minseok answered, going over to the other large monitor to begin reaching out. The others slowly dispersed, changing and relaxing as they cooled down from the battle. Sehun shakily took off his mask, breathing out slowly as the images of the day flashed before his eyes once more. Nightmare fuel. God, he hated Necromancer.

A tentative hand slid onto his shoulder, rubbing his back softly and drawing his attention over to the culprit. Yixing gave a tight lipped smile, knowing how daunting Necromancer battles could be, and knowing Sehun especially felt uncomfortable with them. Especially after a fight where he couldn't do much. It was always hard having to sit back and watch the others fight, but that's why they worked so well. What some couldn't do, others could. They balanced each other well. The youngest still struggled with this, refusing to move on when he's the one that has to tap out.

"Sehun, you did well," Yixing whispered, squeezing his shoulder. "You took out a lot of them today. We couldn't have gotten to that second phase had it not been for you." Sehun grinned, nodding at Yixing's words. His eyes still remained on the floor, doubts lingering in his mind nevertheless. It's true, he did do well during the beginning. He just wished he could have offered more, especially after seeing Minseok's body rocking back and forth, as if barely holding himself together at this point. He wished he could have given up his strength for the safety of his brothers. Glancing around the room, seeing everyone dispersed and distracted, Yixing leaned closer to the young man, raising his helmet to avoid the echo of the metal cavern shrouding him. "You saw what I saw in Necromancer, too, didn't you?" Sehun looked up at him, brows raising curiously at the implication, waiting for Yixing to elaborate. "He looked drained. Paler than usual, though not noticeably so. Thinner, too. His face was sunken, signs of exhaustion." Sehun blinked, taking in Yixing's diagnosis before he grew quiet for a second. "And his eyes were once brown."

Sehun found himself walking down the familiar hall leading to his apartment, not really knowing how he got to this point. Yixing's words still rung in his head. It wasn't just him who noticed this. Noticed the sudden shift in color in his demented eyes. What could it mean? Why was it frustrating him so? It could very well be contacts, but something in Sehun said otherwise. There's more to it. There's a reason for Necromancer's state.

Sehun's hand landed on his doorknob, jiggling the hand before realizing his door is, understandably so, locked. He rolled his eyes in frustration, tapping at his pockets to find where his keys were, though coming up empty. He groaned aloud, knocking his head against the wood irritatingly. He thumped his forehead on the hard surface, grumbling about how idiotic he was. It wasn't that bad of a situation, as he could just easily go through the alley and fly up, but god was he tired. Drained from the fight earlier today and just wanting to sleep. Wanting to take advantage of the brief yet indispensable period of peace where he could recuperate, replenish his energy, calm his nerves.

He heard a voice softly clear behind him, causing him to pause his misery in response to the disturbance.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." A voice spoke behind him, smooth and gentle as it reached his ears. He slowly turned his head, peeking his eyes over at the door now cracked open behind him, his neighbor looking at him worryingly. "I heard knocking and thought I should check what was happening." Sehun grunted in acknowledgement, turning back and letting his face rest against the cold wood. "Did you forget your keys?" He grunted again, too tired to give her the time of day, something he'll probably beat himself for later, but for now he couldn't find it in himself to feel flustered over his pretty, doting neighbor. "Dang. I'm sorry to hear." She sounded so sweet, something he could listen to for hours on end and not grow tired. He felt weird for thinking her voice was so attractive. He felt weird for thinking she was so attractive. He's only met her once before, yet couldn't help but look around every time he left his apartment, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. "Would you like to step inside?"

He blinked in wonderment at her request. She was inviting him over. Why was she inviting him over? He wouldn't even bat an eye if he was in her shoes and saw the new neighbor having a meltdown for losing his keys, yet here she was, peeking into his peripheral vision after stepping out of her apartment to check on him.

"Are you okay?" She asked, hand hovering over his shoulder. He could feel her warmth radiating off of her in waves, causing the hairs on his skin to rise at her presence. Her brows furrowed, lip trapped between her teeth while taking in the drained state of Sehun. She finally pressed her hand to his shoulder, lightly pulling him away from the door. He swayed a bit, not realizing how exhausted he truly was until he almost collapsed right then and there had it not been for (y/n) looping her arms around his torso and supporting him. She let out a heavy heave as Sehun's weight leaned on her, legs shaking as she tried to adjust his stature into a position she could handle. "Okay, I'm taking you inside. Let's go." She huffed out, practically dragging him inside as he neared unconsciousness. It all felt like a blur to Sehun, reality drifting in and out. His vision shifted from being awake to going black, a new scene before him every time his eyes seemed to clear away the darkness. Just as he thought his exhaustion had claimed victory over him, he was suddenly jolted awake, cold water being spritzed into his face.

"What's going on? What's happening?" He found himself asking, looking around now fully alert. He was not home. He was on a couch. Not his own. Beside him was (y/n), seated a few inches away with a spray bottle in her hand. She nervously smiled, tucking the bottle away and out of sight.

"Sorry, I didn't know if you had a concussion so I didn't want you to go to sleep." She grinned, tucking her legs up and against her.

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry." Sehun looked around again, realizing she brought him into her home. "I should go."

"Oh, it's okay!" She quickly answered, leaning forward and planting a hand on his shoulder to ensure he didn't stand, worried he may almost faint again. "You don't have your keys, and the landlord went home for the day a few hours ago. I don't want to leave you out there." Sehun felt his heart throb at her kindness, not remembering the last bit of human decency he experienced outside of EXO. "He'll be back tomorrow morning though! For now you can sleep here. My couch can turn into a bed." Sehun blinked, shocked at her sudden proposition, but found himself nodding anyway. She smiled at this, releasing her grip on him and standing up. "You're probably hungry, too. When was the last time you ate?"

Sehun paused, eyes staring forward as he thought. He didn't eat anything after the battle, cause he doesn't even remember leaving the base really. He didn't eat anything this morning, having rushed out to reach the group as soon as he got the alert of the Necromancer battle. He skipped dinner last night, falling asleep after Junmyeons debriefing. So the last thing he really ate was breakfast yesterday morning. His eyes shifted back up to her, who stood before him with her hands on her hips.

"If it takes you that long to remember, then you haven't eaten anything in a long time!" She exclaimed angrily, scoffing as she made her way to her kitchen, still ranting as she busied herself in the next room. "No wonder you're practically passing out in the middle of the hall. Forgetting your keys. You're not in your right mind! You need food!" Sehun found himself smiling, chuckling quietly to himself at (y/n)'s rambling. It felt so comforting, calming. It felt nice to talk to another human again. One outside of EXO, topics other than their superhero business. Holding concerns for his well-being outside of physical damage from fights.

Looking around, he saw the TV was on, paused on some movie from presumably when she went to check the noise outside her apartment. Her home was cozy. Small potted plants lining the windows. Books stacked on the coffee table in front of him. A fuzzy carpet beneath his feet. The plush, cream couch that felt like he could sink in and never return. She had a knitted blanket draped along its back, and Sehun could only assume she's someone who grows cold easily. The pillows around him were soft and cushioned, not rough like decorative pillows. It seemed like her entire intention in decorating was for comfort. It felt relieving. Open. Accepting. Sehun felt his worries dissipating within these walls lined with colorful portraits and photographs, his stresses melting at the soothing vanilla scent of the lit candle at the center of the table, his anxieties dissipating as he heard the soft patter of feet emerging from the kitchen. (y/n) balanced two plates of food precariously in her hands, placing them both on the table before plopping next to him again, curling her feet under her.

"Sorry it's just take out," She mumbled, fiddling with the strings of her hoodie. "I just got back from a business trip today, so I couldn't buy ingredients to make dinner."

"No need to apologize." Sehun leaned forward, grabbing both plates in his hands. "I'm the one who should be thanking you for your hospitality." He handed her the second plate, watching as she tentatively took it from his hands before giggling under her breath.

"Of course. We're neighbors now." He smiled at that. Neighbors.

Neighbors are usually people who just live in the same vicinity as you. You greet each other, you acknowledge the others presence, you give out sugar when needed. That's how it's always been. But he couldn't really argue that sitting here eating takeout, watching an unfunny comedy movie but laughing anyways because your banter alone is what's making it hilarious. This was probably his new favorite definition of neighbor.

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Our Memories Carved into the Season

The Sky that Doesn’t End Series

Genre: EXO AU, High School

Rating: PG

Pairing: Chanyeol x Myeong-suk (OC)

Summary: In which a new girl comes to school. A new girl determined to be alone. That’s no problem for a happy virus though. Chanyeol has suddenly found a desire to make a deep connection with someone outside of his brothers, regardless of the trials presented.

First, Prev, AO3

Chapter 15: Epilogue

Content warnings: blood, assault, kidnapping

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?”

“I’m good,” Luhan said, adjusting the phone against his ear as he unlocked the front gate. “I’m just going to grab a few things to keep me tied over for the next couple of nights.”

“Geee…” Sehun whined on the other end.

“I can bring stuff over slowly,” Luhan said with a chuckle. “I have this place for a few more weeks, so there’s no rush. You just finish that assignment and you can help me next time.”

There was a huff of air over the speaker followed by a garbled “Fine.”

Luhan laughed at the maknae’s pouting and inserted his key into the front door. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you.”

Luhan hung up and slipped the cell into his pocket before turning the key and pushing into the house. He slipped off his shoes, taking in a deep breath.

Now that he had found his brothers, the loneliness and empty space would get to him quickly. So he squared his shoulders, determined to make fast work of his task and return back to them as soon as possible.

Pain shot through his foot as it came into contact with the bedroom floor and he pulled it up quickly to get a look at it. Blood was soaking his sock around where a piece of glass had embedded itself in his sole, and his brows scrunched in confusion. His eyes sought out the source and found glass covering his floor. The picture frame holding the old photo of him and Feilong had been shattered, the glass spreading in every direction.

“How…?”

Footsteps echoed in the direction he had come from and he spun on his heels as anxiety flared up in him.

“Welcome home,” Irene said with a smirk as she came into view. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Irene? What…?” Luhan stopped when her eyes flashed red and memories from the fight came back along with a very familiar presence that had been blocked. He stepped away, hissing in pain as another piece of glass found his foot. “You’re...you’re with the Red Force,” he forced out, trying with everything to reach for the others. “You’ve been playing with us.” Nothing. His powers weren’t even a whisper anymore. He stopped as realization hit him, then took a step forward as anger hit him. “What did you do with Feilong?”

She laughed and smiled, raising her brows. “Did you miss him?” She took a step forward. “He’s been close this whole time. Why don’t you say hello?”

Before he could respond, strong arms were pulling his own back and lifting him off the floor. He tried to turn his head to see his restrainer, hoping her implications were false, but he could just make out Feilong’s familiar features in his peripheral.

“Feilong,” he pleaded. “What are you—?”

Irene’s hand was wrapped around his throat in an instant, cutting him off. “Uh, uh, uh. None of that now,” she said. “Do you have any idea how much my plans have been messed up the past few days? But no more.” She pulled a bottle from her pocket with her free hand and broke off the top, a colorful gas immediately pouring out of it which she brought to his nose. He tried to jerk away, but the hand that was wrapped around his throat grabbed into the hair at the base of his neck, causing tears to prick at his eyes as his lungs filled with the sickening-sweet smell and red began to fill his vision. He could feel his brain slowing and his limbs loosening as the fight left him. For one last time, he tried to send out a warning to anyone he could, but all he could feel was emptiness.

~~~

Chanyeol woke up with a start as Sehun nearly busted down the bedroom door.

“Hyung, have you heard from Luhan?” he asked frantically, and Chanyeol groaned, blinking up at the maknae.

He checked his phone, his brain barely registering the very very early time. “No,” he said, his voice scratching. “Shouldn’t he be home by now?”

“That’s the problem,” Sehun said with a huff. “He went to get things from his house and never came back. No one had been able to get ahold of him and some of the others went to check his house.” More commotion came from the other room and Sehun disappeared from the door to check on it.

Chanyeol rubbed at his face, then crawled out of the bed that he had only been sleeping in for a couple of hours. But it would be better to go find out what was going on now rather than being pulled out of bed later. He stumbled slightly to the door then into the living room where there was complete pandemonium.

Suho stood in the middle instructing everyone who was running about and bringing things into the common area. Chen was seated at the table, busily typing away at his computer and saying random things to Suho.

“What’s going on?” Chanyeol finally asked, noticing as several duffel bags and important items were appearing.

Kai was the first to notice his presence and made his way over, his brows pinched in concern.

“Luhan went missing,” he said.

“What?”

“He went to gather some items from his house while you were on your date and never came back,” Kai explained further. “Some of us went to check on him and his door was open. His room was a wreck and there was glass and blood on the floor.”

“What does that mean? What happened?”

Suho came over and placed his hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder. “It was the Red Force. They found us. We’ll have to scatter tonight.”

To Be Continued

Our Memories Carved into the Season Masterlist

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