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prettywordsyouleft · 2 years

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The Secret Library

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo, ft. OC & female reader

Genre: fantasy / angst

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

Word count: 2445

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

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

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

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

Her life was irrelevant in the grander schemes of things.

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

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

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

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

Every night.

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

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

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

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

Another mercenary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you like to return?”

“No. Hallowed brethren, no.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What just happened?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, but—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And then?”

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

“It is.”

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

A Queen.

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

They plan to kill us all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I uh—”

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

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

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

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baekxytocin · 1 year

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100 Days My Prince - Part 5

Part 5 – 96 Days Left, What Will You Do?

Fluff, Romantic, Slight Smut

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Baekhyun and Reader

‘I can do this. Let me prove that to you’

691 words

It’s November 1st. Night. You try to sleep, but you can’t. Knowing that your husband will return to the camp tomorrow, your heart aches. You look at your lovely husband, Byun Baekhyun, sigh, and then leave the room. You sit near the window in the living room, looking at the road…. the lights…. still busy at night. Inhale, exhale…. Heavily, deeply.

As you are immersed in your own thoughts, you feel a pair of delicate hands wrap around you; one around your shoulder, one at your waist. As the owner of those hands kisses your shoulder, he asks you. “Hard time sleeping, sweetie?”

“Yea…….h” you answer, slurring.

“Something wrong, sweetie?” Come here….” He invites you into his embrace while moving onto the couch. “Tell me, you make me worry with that look” as he gives you a warm smooch on your forehead.

“Nah…. Don’t worry, nothing serious” you answer, letting out another sigh.

He furrows his eyebrows. “Sweetie, no. Don’t do this to me. You make me worry now. How can I return to the camp if I see my lovely wife worrying like this?”

You finally chuckle a little. “I just feel a bit lonely when you’ll return tomorrow. I mean…. I’ll be missing you, but yeah…. Well, worry too….”

“Remember what I told you at Xiumin hyung’s house last time? I can do this. Let me prove that to you” he answered, still furrowing his eyebrows while looking staring at you.

“I do. I believe you, and you know I always believe you” both of you smile at each other, cherishing love, and affection spark at the moment.

“Well, I will have 96 days left, what will you do? Just curious” your husband asks.

“Well…. you know that I’ll be going to the studio tomorrow, since Lay will teach his Veil dance to me. Oh, I’m so excited, probably going to hang out with him too, been ages not seeing him since he returned to his hometown. Plus, he will be busy with the world tour, I heard he has already done some concerts around South East Asian countries. Wow, his solo project is successful” you reflected on some of Lay’s projects.

“Yeah, that’s cool, right? Other than that, what else are you going to do?”

“Hmm…. Just go on with my life without you”

He furrows his eyebrows again. You laugh this time. “What do you mean without me, sweetie?”

“What? That’s true, right? I mean, I will go to work, go back home here, meet the boys, hang out with my colleagues, exercise, eat, drink, shower, sleep, and other things…. The difference is that you’re not here for the next 96 days” you continue to laugh as you see him pouting.

“So, you’re not going to contact your husband?”

“Oh, I thought the husband should call the wife first” you alter your look at the ceiling.

“Sweetie, come on. We should take turns calling each other”

“I don’t know when you’ll be free. Are you free after five?”

Silent.

You take a look at him and he stares at you. You don’t feel intimidated by the way he looks at you, instead, you giggle when he slowly pouts again while his eyes are still locked on you.

However, your smile, your giggles, and your laugh, slowly turn his pouts to smile. He feels happy, and content, when he sees his lovely wife enjoying each moment together. He gets closer to you and plants a kiss on your left cheek. “I love you, sweetheart” as he blows another kiss on your cheek.

The cold night gradually turns to the opposite. You enjoy his touch, his love and affection; you let him do the next move. You close your eyes. He sees you, and he understood. He slowly kisses your cheek, then blows soft air to your left ear. “Hmmm….”

As you enjoy his hot kisses, you feel something hard emerged, down below….

“Hubby…. Can we continue this inside….?”

“Which inside do you want, sweetie….” as he continues kissing you.

“Hmm…. Anywhere you want….”

He carries you to the bedroom and continues your love and affection for that night….

To be continued….

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eggsmuses-a · 2 years

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a bit of world - building based on the d.estiny fantasy au i mentioned here on corsairdcwn but it probably doesnt build much

- each of the classes reside in their own kingdoms , the hunters in Hertun , the titans in Tanit and the warlocks in Kla’wroc each ruled by their own vanguard from the actual games . Hertun is ruled prev by the Brask family until Prince Andal bestowed the title of Prince on his best friend Cayde as he died . Tanit is ruled by King Zavala , who is from the Reef Allegiance previously but diverged from the kingdom . Kla’wroc is ruled by Queen Rey who ascended to the throne after the previous King Osiris disappeared from the picture ( the reason for this is unknown and very covered up by false documents )

- the three kingdoms are united under the royal vanguard but have their own individual honour guards . the vanguard only contains the kingdoms of Hertun , Tanit and Kla’wroc . the reef and europan / darkness rules are barely affiliated with the RV

- its rare to see a class reside in kingdoms other than their own but not impossible -- though some discrimination happens depending on where they move

- the continent is the land of sol because ..... yeah

- ghosts are familiars in this land and are given to those chosen by the arcana who are basically just normal guardians

- the darkness is a dictation that begins spreading throughout sol with most of the followers residing in the county of europa that aims to eradicate the vanguard kingdoms and anyone who stands in the way

- Crow is still former Prince Uldren and was resurrected by an unknown mage and granted a familiar he called Glint . he’s widely unaccepted around the vanguard kingdoms , especially Hertun and lives in Tanit instead due to King Zavala’s sympathy . Uldren was originally planning to lead the Hertun Resistance to assassinate Cayde after betraying the Reef but it failed as the royal guard prevented this . Cayde has been missing from the public since however

- the awoken are an elf species that are a mixed race of dark elves and light elves . thats it LMAO

- the Bray descent was given a curse due to Clovis Bray -- i havent decided exactly what yet but they have a curse and its related to stasis . this affects Elisabeth and Ana years after Clovis’ disappearance and still shines through to Banshee now

#/if some of this doesnt fit fantasy world laws thats because i dont do rules #/im tired but i really wanna talk about this au but i also i dont have it thought out so i dont think this really adds much to what i had -#/- in mind but yeah #( out of eggs ) -- ooc #( .. ) -- headcanon #( .. ) -- study #study / cayde - 6 #study / crow #study / exo stranger #study / shaw #destiny //#/i uh wrote this earlier today so i dont know how good it os #/is*

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thiswasinevitableid · 2 years

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Chapter 8: Taking Flight

Joseph makes a demand. Indrid does chores. Duck makes a scene

#indruck #duck x indrid #indrid cold/duck newton #fantasy au #monster boyfriend #terato #exo

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curiosrp-ads · 22 days

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DENIED RESERVATIONS

The following faceclaims are free to be roleplayed (Reason: no Guilded applications after 48 hours of reservation):

EXO - Chanyeol

Feel free to reserve your faceclaim once again.

The light of the All-Mother shines brightest to those who are willing to bask in Her glory.

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jazzaiko · 1 year

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Home (20k words)

Pairing: Chen/Baekhyun/Xiumin Rating: General Tags: fantasy, fae & fairies, magic, hurt/comfort, slice of life

Written for EXO SEASONALS FEST

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25480807

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justwritedreams · 9 months

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Sexual Fantasies | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2752 Genre: smut Author: maari Warnings: Mentions of alchool, me bringing back Chanyeol's iconic purple hoodie because yes that's a warning, masturbation (f), some explicit words, kinda corruption kink MDI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Note: OKAAAY SOOO i kind of wrote it in 3 hours because i really liked the idea and i can say i'm really proud of this one. YEAH BYE Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"Beer for everyone." Chanyeol announced as he held the bottles out to Kai, Sehun and Kyungsoo.

Y/N smiled, stopping her conversation with Sehun who was sitting next to her, she reached out her hands to grab her bottle.

"And for you, miss." Chanyeol snatched the bottle away from Y/N's hands before she could touch it and handed her another one. "Cola."

Her smile faded instantly and the boys laughed at her surprised face.

"Are you serious?" She asked irritably and Chanyeol pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. She took the bottle reluctantly. "You forget that I'm only 4 years younger than you, right?"

"A baby, practically." Kai spoke, to piss her off even more.

"You should drink milk." Sehun joked, taking a sip of his beer.

Y/N glared at him.

"I'm not the one crying because nobody wished me a happy birthday." She replied and Kyungsoo laughed out loud, nearly spitting out his beer.

Kai and Chanyeol laughed too when they saw Sehun's face wither.

"You're not funny." He complained and she rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Chanyeol who sat on the other side of the couch.

"Why can't I drink with you guys?" she didn't want to look like a child but it was impossible not to pout.

"Because I still remember perfectly how you look when you drink." he replied and she snorted.

"It was only once."

"You wanted to throw yourself in the pool."

"It was hot!"

"You can't even swim."

"I was going to float anyway."

"Your dress was white!"

"The family quarrel will last for how long?" Kyungsoo asked sarcastically.

Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him.

She hated it when they treated her like she was a little sister. She was a friend, nothing more.

And yet, it seemed that no one took it seriously. Mainly Chanyeol.

"I hate it when you guys do that." she complained and saw Kyungsoo raise his eyebrows, slightly confused. "You treat me like I'm a child." she stared at Chanyeol who was stretching his arm on the sofa, looking at her curiously. "Mostly you!"

"That's because you're innocent, Y/N." Kai said and she looked at him instantly.

"What?!" she asked, partially shocked. Because the other part thought it was funny.

That's why she started laughing, that idea was absurd.

But seeing that they were quiet, indicated that it was serious.

When she looked at Chanyeol, he had guilt in his eyes.

She blinked a few times.

"Oh come on!"

"But that has to do with your personality, Y/N." Sehun argued. "You're always so quiet and shy."

"Remember when you accidentally fell into Baekhyun's lap? You ran to hide."

Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the memory of what had happened.

It was all Chanyeol's fault, really. She had bought a new dress, a little shorter than what she was used to wearing but she loved how it looked on her body, she got up from the sofa at Suho's house - it was his engagement party - and Chanyeol got up from where he was about to cover her exposed legs with a blanket.

However, she was annoyed that he wanted to cover her legs all the time so she tried to stop Chanyeol. It wasn't a very smart decision because he kept wrapping the blanket around her waist, it brought him closer and made her flinch every time he tried to cover her up. And that made her fall into Baekhyun's lap because she hadn't seen the boy sitting down.

"Do you need to remember this every day?" she questioned, trying not to show that she was still ashamed of that.

And the way Chanyeol was looking at her was making her even more shy.

"Admit it, Y/N, you're innocent." Sehun shrugged and she stared at him, challenged.

"You guys really don't know me."

[...]

Y/N opened the door and heard hurried footsteps running towards her, trying to balance the purchases in her hands felt something jump on her leg, she smiled before she even looked.

And then barking echoed through the room.

"Hey Zzar, calm down girl!" she laughed and closed the door with one leg. "I hope you didn't wreck your father's house."

Y/N looked around and apparently everything was intact, this made her sigh and go to the kitchen, leaving her groceries on top of the counter. After she bent down to pick the dog up, Zzar gladly accepted and started licking Y/N's face, who just laughed.

"I know, I missed you too." She hugged the dog's body. "Let's make up for lost time, your father will take time."

Chanyeol had taken Toben to the vet to get some tests done as the dog seemed quieter than usual, which was really weird considering it was only calm when Y/N was around, but Chanyeol was worried since Toben wasn't eating right too.

And since Chanyeol couldn't take care of Zzar and Toben at the same time, he had asked for help from the only person he trusted. Y/N.

She already had the keys to his house, she was social enough for Zzar not to strange her presence, she was free to cook and even take a shower at Chanyeol's house.

And it wasn't like she could deny his request.

She could never resist his wide smile.

Even if it meant leaving work, tired, and heading straight to his place after stopping by the market.

Y/N took the opportunity to cook something and while leaving it on the stove, she put food for Zzar.

After eating and washing the dishes she had messed up, Y/N turned off the lights and went straight to Chanyeol's room and threw herself on the huge comfortable bed.

She laughed when she saw that Zzar tried to do the same thing as her, but without success. Y/N was about to pick the dog up and put it on the bed when her phone vibrated.

She looked up quickly, seeing that Chanyeol had sent her an audio message.

'I'm waiting for the doctor to call, he's going to talk to me about the x-ray.' Chanyeol grunted from the other side and Y/N swallowed hard, the tired and husky tone was a little too much for her. 'Thanks again for taking care of Zzar, I hope I'll be back home soon.'

Y/N took a deep breath before answering, saying that she would always be there when he needed her and that everything would work out.

She blocked the phone screen and left it next to her body while looking at the ceiling.

She knew he wasn't only tired but worried, and so was she. Both with Toben and Chanyeol.

However… Chanyeol's voice sent shivers through Y/N's body that she didn't even know was possible.

All she wanted was to be able to be by his side, hugging him tight, feeling his strong arms wrap around her tightly.

Y/N ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath again, that crush she had on her friend was pathetic and longstanding.

But there was no stopping it, he had everything she was looking for in a man and more.

In fact, Chanyeol had set the bar too high for any guy to reach. And the fact that Y/N couldn't find anyone who could come close to what Chanyeol was… was frustrating.

Y/N looked at Zzar who was lying beside the bed and staring at Y/N.

"Your dad is a idiot, you know that?" Zzar cocked the head to the side, seeming even interested in what Y/N was saying. "If he knew what his voice does to my legs, he would never speak around me again." Zzar continued to stare at Y/N. "And the worst thing is, he can't even imagine the influence he has on me. I'm a fool, right?" Zzar raised the hind legs and wagged its tail. "Of course I am, I'm pouring my heart out to a dog."

Y/N sighed, her whole body feeling tired but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until Chanyeol arrived.

However, being stubborn, she even tried to take a nap, but she turned from side to side, even with her eyes closed, sleep didn't come.

And honestly, that outfit was bothering her. Lying down in jeans and a blouse with pearl details was hurting her, that's why she decided to strip down to her underwear and got out of bed, going to Chanyeol's wardrobe to put on one of his sweatshirts.

She touched his clothes, his perfume was impregnated in everything there, and she laughed softly when she found the famous purple sweatshirt.

It had been so long since she had seen him wear that sweatshirt, she smiled mischievously and put it on right away.

Of course, it was twice her size but it could still read the red 'Sexual fantasies' lettering.

She thought he'd thrown that sweatshirt away, but it was tucked away in the back of his wardrobe.

Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Zzar followed after going on its way to who knows where, Y/N laughed at the thought that the dog had also gone to do her business.

After washing her hands, Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed as she remembered Sehun's words from the other day.

"Admit it, you're innocent."

Imagine what he and the guys would think to see her wearing that sweatshirt.

Like a click, a rather evil idea flashed through Y/N's head and her eyes widened as she realized what she had been thinking.

Okay, she wasn't that innocent but she wasn't a pervert either.

She left the bathroom, shaking her head as if to dismiss that thought and went back to the bedroom, expecting Zzar's company but the dog wasn't there.

Y/N threw herself on the bed again and looked back at the bedroom ceiling, trying to control her breathing but the idea wouldn't leave her head.

She didn't need to touch herself then and there just to prove to herself that she wasn't as pure as others thought she was.

But on the other hand, no one would ever know. Wearing Chanyeol's sweatshirt in his bed would be like committing a crime.

Maybe not that serious.

But it was dangerous. That's why it was so tempting.

Y/N's breathing started to get heavier as her head convinced her that this was going to be a secret that no one would ever suspect, she brought her thumbnail to her mouth as she pondered practically giving in to temptation.

And she only needed one thing to convince herself, remembering Chanyeol's audio.

His growl had activated something in her, her most intimate and secret fantasies. The most sexual.

Her heart was pounding and she kept her eyes closed as she imagined Chanyeol growling like that in her ear, and then kissing every inch of her neck while his firm and large hands touched her body shamelessly.

How sweet the low moans he would let out, and the dirty words he would speak so close to her ear.

Just imagining it, she shivered all over, her body temperature rose and she felt a certain discomfort in her lower abdomen as well as a fire that rose from her legs to the middle of them.

Y/N took her hand to her panties but figured it was Chanyeol's fingers slowly teasing her.

Now, she needed to finish what she started and she had enough imagination for that.

She was too lost in her own fantasy to hear the front door close, Chanyeol arrived with Toben on his lap.

The poor dog was doped with medicine that would help with the stomach problem it was having, at least he was sure that the little animal was getting better. Chanyeol hated seeing Toben so quiet, it was even weird.

Chanyeol looked for Y/N with his eyes but he didn't find her there so he took the opportunity to take Toben to its bed, after petting the pet's fur, he started looking for Y/N around the house.

She wasn't in the kitchen, he found Zzar sleeping next to the couch but Y/N wasn't there so he just thought she was in his room.

And he wasn't going to complain because he knew how much she liked his bed, and he wasn't planning on going there either because he wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep.

However, he didn't even sit on the sofa because he heard a muffled groan. Frowning, he stayed silent to make sure he wasn't delusional and he was sure when he heard it again coming from his room.

Curious, he made his way towards the bedroom in slow, silent steps. Was Y/N having nightmares or…

"Chanyeol." He stopped where he was when he heard the moan now louder and it had nothing to do with dreams, he knew that moan well but not coming from Y/N. That was why his eyes were wide. "Please, faster."

He felt the blood rush through his veins and pool in two places: his ears, which should have been red, and well…his cock.

The sound was low but still erotic. Something he never thought he'd hear from Y/N, it was so sensual that even going against his morals his feet carried him towards the bedroom door.

He swallowed hard and clenched his hands into fists when he had the privileged view of Y/N lying on his bed, with her panties pushed to the side while her fingers entered and left her quickly.

He smirked when he saw that she was wearing his purple sweatshirt.

Naughty, was all he thought.

Chanyeol wasn't even breathing, he wanted to be able to capture every sound Y/N made, be it the pained moans that came out of her mouth or the sound of her fingers desperately touching her intimacy.

"Chanyeol, I wanna cum. Please."

Heavens, he could never have imagined her saying that, but now that he had heard it, he felt every part of his body become electrified.

Y/N panted and arched as her fingers circled her clit, eyes closed as the most pornographic sounds came out he was sure she was close.

Chanyeol felt his pants get tighter and tighter as he got excited to see the scene.

"Fuck, more. Oh my God." and then he saw her squirm and her mouth open in a perfect O as a loud, drawn-out moan echoed through the house. As she moaned his name.

He felt every hair on his body stand on end and it took a lot of self-control not to bring his hand to the erection that was now apparent.

Y/N took a deep breath as spasms followed the orgasm, and Chanyeol felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy all wet and shiny as Y/N removed her fingers to adjust her panties back into place.

He would have laughed at Y/N's shocked face when she turned her head and saw him standing in the open doorway, if he wasn't completely aroused and ready to do something crazy.

Y/N's mouth opened a few times but no sound came out, it didn't even sound like she was the one moaning seconds ago, and she blinked more than usual. She was speechless.

That's why he took the opportunity to enter the room, being watched by her, and go to the bed, kneeling on the mattress without taking his eyes off her.

Y/N felt her eyes flicker as Chanyeol bent down so that his face was closer to hers, both of their breaths were panting and Y/N didn't even move.

"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" he whispered, bringing a hand to her thigh and Y/N sighed. "And do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head and Chanyeol lightly slapped her skin, making her moan in surprise. "They are punished."

"Please." she asked and he ran his hand over her sodden panties up to the sweatshirt she was wearing.

"Pretty conducive, don't you think?" he referred to the phrase and she bit her bottom lip.

"I was hoping it wasn't just fantasy." She replied quietly and Chanyeol brought his face more close to hers, their noses touching.

"Don't worry, tonight won't be."

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byuntrash101 · 11 months

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exo masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

✲ byun baekhyun

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Collection of requested drabbles revolving around zodiac dynamics to celebrate the 350 follower milestone (i luv u guys) ↳ SMUT; FLUFF | ZodiacSign!Exo x ZodiacSign!Reader | Domestic!AU, slice of life, drabble collection

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pocketjoong · 1 year

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❥𓂃𓏧 MAIN masterlist!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (Drabbles)

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 ( KIM HONGJOONG )

Celebrate (idol!au, established relationship!au)

Precious (fantasy!au, cat boy!hongjoong)

Early Mornings (idol!au)

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Interwined Destinies (idol!au, soulmate!au)

Noctem (Previously called Accidental Destiny)

What is a Soulmate?

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...COMING SOON

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Stargazing with Yeosang (idol!au, friends to lovers)

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Desire (idol!au, smut)

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...COMING SOON

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College!Boyfriend headcanons

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...COMING SOON

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Reacting To BFF!ATEEZ's Airport Looks

Reactions To You Buying EXO's Albums

Reactions To You Getting Hurt

Reacting To ATEEZ at Waterbomb Japan

When ATEEZ Can't Stop Thinking About You

Reacting To Your Friend Abandoning You

Unnamed Fic (previously called Be The Light) ...COMING SOON

Unnamed Fic (fae!au) ...COMING SOON

Unnamed Fic (previously called Someone Like You) ... COMING SOON

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The Ring (K.HJ. x reader x P.SH.) ON A SEMI-HIATUS

Reacting To ATEEZ's IG Posts (K.HJ. x reader, S.MG. x reader)

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kmgkmg · 10 months

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STARFLOWER - YOON JEONGHAN

word count: 6.6k…

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

synopsis: your guardian angel has come down to earth, what will happen?

genre/s: fantasy, angst, fluff, non-idol!au, guardian angel!jeonghan

warnings: bloody nose, fainting (once), religious mention, alcohol mention, brief depression, open ending

rating: pg-13

a/n: title is based off of starflower by raveena. this fic came to me as i was listening to been through by exo and i immediately saw potential in a oneshot! thank you a bunch to @hwasdollie for being the beta reader for this!! <3

The cold air kept you awake as you sat on the beach by yourself. You excused yourself from your friends’ wedding ceremony early, needing to detach yourself from everyone at the reception. They were all slowly becoming drunk and being around drunk people was never any fun for you. You weren’t one to typically wallow in your feelings, but seeing your ex marry the new love of his life would depress anyone.

It seemed like just yesterday Hansol was asking you to marry him. But you were scared of commitment and knew that if you rushed into things neither of you would be happy. As they say, if you love them then you should let them go. And god, did you ever love Chwe Hansol. It just wasn’t destined to work for the two of you. But you were genuinely happy for him. At a certain point of the night though, it became overwhelming to see him glowing like the brilliant soul he is, while you stuffed down more finger food.

So here now you are, seated in the sand with your shoes placed beside you. You burrowed your feet in the sand while picking up random seashells nearby. The sound of the waves allowed you to drown out your own thoughts. Something about nature always calmed you. Additionally, it was a crystal clear night which made watching the stars sparkle even better. Especially when they reflected on the pitch black water with just as much glimmer.

You spot a shooting star and quickly make a wish, prone to believing in superstitions. Closing your eyes and clasping your hands together, you wish for your own happiness. Your own romance. Before you can open your eyes, the assumed shooting star hits the ground. Even with your eyes shut, the sheer brightness of it is enough to notice from far away.

Your feet moved in that direction before you could think, as if something was gravitating you towards the light. As you walk closer and closer to the light, it becomes warmer and warmer. Although you had no drinks tonight, it feels as if something intoxicated you. Your pupils were dilated and you could feel yourself becoming dizzier with each step. Still, an unknown force was drawing you in instinctively.

A figure’s silhouette could be seen standing and you assumed they came to check out the source of the light as well. If it wasn’t a shooting star, maybe you just witnessed a meteorite falling. The only thing that wasn’t adding up with this theory is that meteorites typically make loud noise from the impact of breaking into the atmosphere. Yet, this mysterious light didn’t make a single sound. Your logic went out the window as your curiosity got the better of you.

Finally, you were close enough to the person to tap their shoulder. A man with hair slightly above the shoulder looked back at you. He took your breath away. Never had you laid your eyes on someone as beautiful as him. All of the words that came to mind to describe him were mesmerizing in some way.

Alluring. Dreamy. Angelic.

The moment the word angelic comes to mind, warm liquid drips out of your nose. You go to wipe it and look down at your hand to see blood.

“Why hello there, Y/N.” His smooth voice sends chills down your spine. Before you could respond, the vision of his smile is the last thing you see before losing your consciousness.

Once you come to, you’re in your hotel room. Wonwoo is sleeping by your bedside, hair still gelled from the wedding, but gradually falling apart. When did I get back into my room? More importantly, why is Wonwoo next to me?

Tapping his hand lightly was enough for him to stir awake, “Wonwoo?”

“Y/N, are you feeling okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Wonwoo checks over your body, looking for any injuries.

“How did I get back here? Last I remember I was on the beach…” You trail off, confusion lacing your tone.

“You don’t remember anything?” Wonwoo cautiously asked.

You shook your head no.

“Well, I saw you slip away and figured you went back to your room. But, we said we would game together and when I knocked on your door, you weren’t responding at all.” Wonwoo recounts, furrowing his eyebrows as he worries all over again.

“Hey, it’s alright,” You reassure, putting your fingers on Wonwoo’s face to relieve the tension between his eyebrows.

“But then, I called your phone and Minghao picked up. He said he found it on the beach. I mean it was next to your shoes, as if you left us. Minghao suspected the worst but I kept looking on the shoreline and found you passed out towards the rocks,” Wonwoo informs you, looking for any changes in your expression in recognition of your night.

“Oh, I remember taking my shoes off to feel the sand on my feet. And there was a shooting star…and then a light…” You begin to recall your last memories.

“I mean, imagine how scared we were, Y/N!” Wonwoo half scolds half cries while hugging you.

“Wonwoo, Wonwoo. I’m okay now though, look.” You attempt to calm him, unused to him being overly emotional.

“Right, but you should still go to a doctor,” Wonwoo replies, gently taking the comforter off of you and looking around for his phone.

“No, no. I really am fine. I swear! Thank you for finding me, but I think I just fell asleep. Really,” You emphasize the last really, not wanting to make this bigger than it already is.

“Y/N. You didn’t just fall asleep, I was shaking you and you still didn’t wake up.”

“Freaky…?” You shrug, hoping Wonwoo would let you both move on from it. The stern look on his face proved your nonchalant attitude didn’t dispel his worries one bit.

You try again, “How about a compromise? I’ll go to the doctors’ once we’re back home and report to you how it goes?”

In return, he tries convincing you one more time, before giving up. However much he was stubborn, you bested him at it tenfold. “Fine, but can I get you anything? You did eat a lot at the wedding, but that was hours ago,” He’s restless as he stands by your bedside. Knowing him, he wouldn’t rest assured until he did something, anything to help you.

“You know I could definitely devour one of those breakfast sandwiches from the brunch place down the street later,” you suggest.

Before you could even finish your sentence, Wonwoo was putting on his jacket and shoes. “Your wish is my command.”

“Wonwoo, please. At least go back to your hotel room and take those contacts out and wear your glasses. You were sleeping when I woke up and we both know sleeping in contacts is a big no,” you request, feeling bad you made him feel so panicked.

“I’ll do that after you get some food in you, don’t worry!”

“What happened to my wish being your command? So wish number one, go wear your glasses and switch into something more comfortable. Maybe even go take a nice warm shower? I’m not hungry right now but I am tired, so I think I’m just going to rest for a couple of hours more,” you plan out, observing the bags underneath his eyes.

Wonwoo makes his way over to the bed again and leans over to inspect your condition close-up. He stands straight again and crosses his arms, “I guess that works. But I’ll be back after you’ve had some rest, just text me, yeah?”

You nod, “Here, if it makes your mind more at ease I can give you one of the spare keys,” you reach over to the nightstand and hand him a keycard.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know I just worry.” He took the key softly from your grasp. “Also nobody else knows about what happened. Well, besides Minghao, so don’t worry. I just told everyone that we had a gaming tournament going on instead of joining that scenic ziplining course.”

“Even figuring out an alibi for me? How’d I end up with the best friend ever?” You rhetorically ask, glad he covered for you so it was one less thing to worry about.

“You are pretty lucky to have me…” He states, returning to his playful self.

“Okay dork, see you later.” You retort, lightly throwing a pillow at him to shoo him away.

He waves before heading out. You weren’t lying to him about being tired. You felt as if you were a bear preparing to hibernate, able to sleep through an entire season. That is, until a voice woke you from your groggy slumber.

“Finally, he’s gone,” A voice yawned with a relaxed tone.

Your eyes snap open, despite the tiredness you felt just moments ago. Your eyes darted across the room trying to find who it was, finally finding him near your window. It was the guy from last night. In the broad daylight his beauty was even more captivating. His hair was dark enough to match the night’s sky, his dark brown eyes reminded you of the vastness of black holes, so rich and vast that if you looked at him for too long you were afraid you would succumb to any and every demand he had.

“You’re the guy from last night! How the hell did you get in here? No, I remember you saying my name before I passed out…how do you know who I am? Wait, you saw me pass out, why the fuck would you leave me there for someone to find?” Questions came one after another without ceasing.

“Slow your roll, starflower,” The mysterious man replies, “I always forget how curious you are.”

“Curious? You suddenly showed up in my room. I think I’m allowed to ask questions. I’m being a lot more lenient in not calling security on you right now,” You snap back as you scramble out of bed and search for anything that could function as a makeshift weapon. Starflower?

“How do I put it… I’m your guardian angel.” He pauses for effect. “Or rather, I was your guardian angel. Let’s not stress over the fine details, though. The reason I couldn’t help you on the beach is that we are not allowed to interfere with human affairs,” He explains himself.

“Guardian angel? You have got to be kidding me,” You reach over on the nightstand to the landline phone. Security can surely deal with this intruder.

“Test me. Ask me something about your childhood that only you would know,” He throws bait to you, still not moving from standing in front of the window.

“How did I get this scar on my hand?” You point at the faint scar in between your thumb and index finger, certain he wouldn’t be able to guess what happened.

“You told everyone you got it from fighting with Mingyu, but really your childhood cat gave it to you. You loved making handmade collars when it was a kitten. As you were adding beads, the dangling ribbon enticed your cat and caused it to scratch your hand,” He answers, proud of himself for retelling in such detail.

Your grip on the phone weakens slightly as he shares the truth about your childhood. You ask a different question, “Who was my first love?”

He answers correctly once more, “Wonwoo. Again, you always lie and tell people it was Hansol.”

His responses proved he somehow knew you, though you were still suspicious of him.

“So you’ve been protecting me my whole life?” You ask skeptically. You weren’t opposed to the idea of beings such as ghosts and angels existing, but this new reality was just sprung upon you.

“Sort of,” he begins, “we are assigned a human to protect from our birth. Our bodies age at the same rate as humans, but mentally, I’m several millennia older than you. Guarding for guardian angels is quite an ironic word. See, we are only able to watch, not help. I couldn’t interfere with your life, but I did. Hence why I’m here.”

“So, I have a fallen angel by my side?” You inquire, having his story sound all too familiar to what you’ve heard about fallen angels.

He winces at your words before quickly regaining his composure, “you sure are a straightforward one, huh?”

“I mean I passed out when I first saw you and now you are in my room. Uninvited. You could kidnap me for all I know, and yet I’m the straightforward one?”

He laughs at your summary of interaction with him. “I suppose when you put it that way, I am quite bizarre. But indeed, I am a fallen angel. I figured if I am banished from heaven, the best thing I could do with my time is ensure you are living properly with my assistance.”

An embarrassed realization hits, “Did you hear my wishes last night?”

“Which? The one about you wanting happiness or the one about you wanting romance?” He questioned, picking up on your embarrassment and prying on it even more.

You direly wanted to change the topic. “What is your name anyways, angel?”

“You know it already, starflower. It is part of our bond.” He states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Let’s discuss Wonwoo, yes? Wonwoo has great potential for the romance you seek.”

“There’s so much to unpack with what you just said. First things first, what do you mean I know your name already? And why do you keep calling me starflower?” Your mind is racing a mile a minute trying to decipher what he was talking about.

“Think hard, if you had to name me, what would you choose?” He uncrosses his arms, waiting for you to follow his instructions. “As for your nickname, that shall remain a secret for now.”

You go through several names mentally, none of them sticking. Until, a name practically jumps out saying call me by this! Call me by this!

“Yoon… Jeonghan?”

He smirks, pleased with your success in finding his name.

“Anyways, Jeonghan you have got things so wrong. Wonwoo is my best friend and roommate, not a potential love interest. I’m pretty sure Wonwoo would gag if I asked him out on a date,” you scoff, entertained by how off the mark your alleged guardian angel was.

“Angels can detect people’s true intentions. When he was oh-so worried about you, that was more than platonic love he was experiencing,” He revealed.

“Yeah…sure. But if you are so otherworldly, I assume you’re the reason why I passed out last night? Why I felt so drawn to the light?”

“It is the truth, but if you choose to deny it I cannot stop you from doing so,” he shrugs. “Last night, I forgot to mask my power for humans to handle. I wasn’t expecting for us to meet, and I surely wasn’t expecting you to be the one to find me first.”

“What was your plan then?”

“To land, probably find somewhere to live, then slowly work my way into your life,” he lists off his old plan, looking elsewhere as if daydreaming about it.

“I see,” You were still trying to process everything he was telling you.

A knock on your door interrupts the conversation.

“Y/N?” Wonwoo knocks on your door, waiting for your reply.

“Come on in, Woo,” you invite him, knowing he still has one of your keys.

“I got you a sandwich from that place you wanted to try! They stopped selling breakfast sandwiches at noon though so I ordered the one I thought you would like the best. Who were you talking to by the way?”

“Jeonghan-” you point at the window only for Jeonghan to be gone.

Wonwoo's eyes drifted toward the direction you were pointing, only to be equally confused when he saw nobody.

Thinking quickly, you grabbed your phone on the nightstand, “I pointed because, um, we were talking about the ocean! I just finished my phone call with him though.”

“Gotcha,” Wonwoo replies with doubting eyes but deciding to leave it be. He quickly sat down beside you in bed, still worried that you might have a concussion.

Mingyu’s heart had been broken once again by someone he met off Tinder and being the loyal childhood friend you were, you offered to console him over food and drinks. What wasn’t in the plans for the night was you getting drunk alongside him.

“Y/N, text me when you’re home safe!” Mingyu’s voice booms through the streets as he waves from a distance.

“Sounds good!” You shout back, flailing your hand to wave goodbye to Mingyu as his sister helps him into the passenger side of her car.

Your apartment wasn’t too far from the restaurant that you and Mingyu met up at, which is why you were walking home alone. The sun started setting about an hour ago, resulting in a fairly dark night sky.

The walk was less than ten minutes, you knew that. It still didn’t stop you from getting tired halfway through. You sat on a curb, trying to collect yourself before heading home. Sure, you and Wonwoo were both grown adults, but that didn’t stop his worrying whenever you came home tipsy. Your eyelids became heavier and heavier until you fell asleep, with your head on your knees.

Before you fall fully asleep, you hear someone’s footsteps approaching you. Even in your not-so sober state, you hurriedly find your wallet and open it for the stranger in front of you.

“I only have forty dollars in cash, here take it,” you mumbled while handing them the money, not once looking up.

“What are we to do with you?” A voice you recognize makes you spring up from the curb. The speed in which you get up nearly makes you sick, resulting in sitting down once again. He crouches down in front of you.

“Jeonghan!” You put both hands on his shoulders, “I thought I hallucinated you! I mean you drop the bomb that you’re my guardian angel and then I don’t see you for two weeks!”

Jeonghan plays along with your drunken state, “Oh, I’m mean, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, you’re a big meanie!” You childishly retort.

Jeonghan nods his head in agreement, enjoying this version of you. He watched you grow up, but watching and actually being a part of your life were two very different things.

“I didn’t know you were this cute, human.”

Being drunk always gives you a boost of confidence, “You’ve seen me since birth haven’t you! I was born this cute!” You put your hands on your hips to show off your charms for Jeonghan.

He can’t help but chuckle at your behavior and how wildly contrasting you are from your first encounter. “Come on, I’ll help you get home,” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

“Wait, you can’t disappear on me again! If you bump into Wonwoo, won’t you go away?” You reply.

“I don’t like being seen by other humans that are acquainted with you. But, I’ll visit you again tomorrow. Just think of me and I’ll appear.” He promises.

You tilt your head up and smile in satisfaction, taking his hand to head home.

Jeonghan knocks on your apartment door with his free hand as he holds you up with his other arm. Wonwoo’s shuffling can be heard from behind the door which gives Jeonghan enough comfort to leave you alone. The beeping of the door opening causes you to look up at Wonwoo.

“Oh? I’m home!” You announce giddily with your arms outstretched in a ta-da fashion. You kiss him on the cheek, another drunken habit of yours.

Wonwoo’s face turns red. He was the biggest victim of your physical affection being your roommate and best friend, but being in love with you only made it harder for him to just write it off as drunken behavior.

“Y/N? God, for your health you need to drink in moderation!” He lovingly nags, opening the door wider for you to walk in.

You stumble inside, sharing the events of the night with him as he untied your sneakers for you. “Mingyu ordered some Bacardi after dinner! What am I supposed to do, not drink with him?”

Wonwoo simply shakes his head in disapproval, tapping your right knee lightly for you to lift your leg. He took off the shoe with ease and moved to the other foot.

“I understand having a drink or two, but you have work in the morning,” He grunts, tapping your other leg as he takes off the remaining shoe.

You stagger into the living room and collapse onto the coach, “No, I don’t. Tomorrow’s Saturday, silly.”

Wonwoo grabs his phone and checks the date. You were right. “Still, drink some water and get to bed, yeah?”

You hum, “Mm-hmm.”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes before handing you a water bottle from the fridge, “Drink up.”

You twist open the cap of the water bottle as Wonwoo’s phone goes off, “Ooh, who is that? A new potential love interest?”

Wonwoo vehemently denies your speculation, “NO! I mean, um, no, it’s just Mingyu.”

You nod, satisfied, while sipping water. “Can you tell him I got home safe?”

“Sure, go to bed though. And-”

“Make sure to sleep on my side, got it.” You finish his thoughts.

As you lay in bed that night, your interactions with your guardian angel keep you up. He’s real. Jeonghan wasn’t an illusion.

“Humans are so cute.” Jeonghan states while window shopping in front of a local boutique.

“And why is that?” You humor him. Ever since the night when he found you drunk, Jeonghan and you made it a habit to have daily strolls in the morning together. Before the mundanity of the workday tired you out, you were able to converse with him and quickly became close.

He obtains the object that was once in the window with the snap of his fingers and holds it up for you to see, a Calico Critter. “I mean, what creative creatures you are to make something this cute!”

“Jeonghan, put that back!” You order, unable to get over his powers.

“You’re no fun,” he frowns, instantly making the Calico Critter go back to its original location as he resumes walking.

You walk into the store, asking the owner if you could buy the item in the window. Jeonghan, still oblivious to this, looked at other shops’ windows and deliberated on what to grab and tease you about next.

“Y/N, this suits you,” He turns to his side with a bracelet, only for you to be absent. It didn’t take long for you to catch up to him, displaying the new purchase on your palm.

“I never said you couldn’t get it, I just didn’t want you to steal it with your powers,” You reason, grabbing his hand and placing the toy in it. You took note of the bracelet in his other hand, “Now is that bought or snatched again?”

Within seconds he had returned it to its original location. Disappearing from your view completely. He waved his empty hands in front of you, “Returned.”

“That’s what I thought,” you triumphantly finish.

“You’re no fun…” he starts again.

“This is feeling like deja vu.” You scratch your head jokingly.

“...thank you for the trinket though, I will cherish it.” His gaze was shifting all over the place, anywhere but your eyes.

“You’re welcome, angel.”

After a long day of work, you changed into your pajamas to unwind. It had been nearly six days since you last saw Jeonghan, but who was keeping track? You were trying your best to not be worried and finished work early which resulted in you getting home at 4:30 instead of the usual 6:30.

The neighbor next door kindly dropped off a variety of cookies for you and Wonwoo yesterday. Wonwoo took one bite of them earlier and texted that they were too sweet which only excited you. Wonwoo could handle spice really well while you loved overly sweet food, so whenever he said something was too sweet you knew it would match your palate. You grabbed a handful of cookies to accompany the glass of milk you just poured.

With your snacks, you slid into your usual spot on the couch. Nothing beats lounging with dessert. The theme song to your favorite program began playing and you found yourself laughing in no time.

After the show, you tuned in to the highly anticipated drama that began airing last week. Its premise was of an angel falling for a mortal and since you now knew an angel, it seemed like a fitting show to watch. Not even twenty minutes into the new episode, you critiqued the show.

“That’s so inaccurate, Jeonghan doesn’t even have wings? Does he?” You mutter to yourself.

Jeonghan managed to occupy more space in your mind than you’d like. Four months had passed since your first encounter with him, yet it felt like you knew him your entire life. While he had witnessed you growing up, everything about him was new to you. The way his high-pitched laugh was drastically different from his deep voice. The way in which he carried himself, his natural laid-back attitude alongside his affinity for teasing you. You couldn’t help but miss him when it felt like you knew everything yet knew nothing about him. He intrigued you unlike anyone or anything before.

You turned off the TV, sitting in silence while thinking about Jeonghan.

Another day passed without him. About an hour ago, dinner ended with Wonwoo as he called it an early night. You both knew he planned to game in his room until dawn, but could pick up that he wanted alone time. You, on the other hand, weren’t in the mood to game tonight. Since the weather was calm, you decided to take a brisk walk in the local park. This walk would also be an opportunity to talk to Jeonghan since you missed him, but you’d never admit that to his face.

There were very few people in the park which surprised you since last time you strolled it was fairly crowded.

“How do the stars look from up there?” You wondered out loud.

Jeonghan appears out of thin air, “Brighter?”

You clench your grip on your tote bag, not once being able to evade him scaring you. His attempt to describe stars makes you laugh at his lack of sentimentality.

“What a great way to describe it, Jeonghan.”

“Well, I can always take you up there and you can enjoy the night sky from a view you’ve never seen before,” he offers, extending his hand out for you to hold.

You were unaware that such a wish could be granted. You wanted to ask where he’d been or if he was okay, but asking was easier said than done. Taking his hand, you were still full of other questions before going. “Won’t the difference in altitude make me sick? Plus space is like a vacuum so it’s dangerous for humans, right? It all has to affect me somehow…”

“As long as you’re with me, you’re safe,” He reassures you.

You squeeze his hand, ready to go wherever he took you. That signal alone was enough for him to transport you both onto a nearby asteroid.

The stars were seemingly limitless in quantity. Cameras don’t pick up on every detail that the human eye does, but the difference from satellite photos to what you were witnessing was crazy.

“It’s breathtaking,” you sigh in awe at the abundance.

“It is, isn’t it? Even we as angels don’t know how many different universes exist. The unknown is beautiful.”

You stargaze together in silence, letting time slip away.

Jeonghan cleared his throat after a while, “If we leave Earth now, you and me,” he begins, “the end will arrive.”

“End to what?”

“The end of your suffering, my starflower. We can just live here, you know,” He tempts.

You sit in silence for a long while, weighing your options. Not having to wake up everyday and work your routine and mundane job. Not having to see Hansol with his new spouse. not having to stress about family drama back home…it all sounded too good to be true.

“I can’t stay here, Jeonghan,” You refuse his offer, backing away from him.

“Why not? Is this not what you have wished for? I can give you both happiness and romance. Convincing Wonwoo to come here should be no issue,” He proposes to bring Wonwoo as a friend. Hoping maybe you would sway at the mention of him. But it proved to be futile, as you only backed up from him even more. Jeonghan couldn’t help but think: What do they want then? What could be better than eternal happiness and love?

“Jeonghan, happiness here is too easy. Human life is beautiful because of the successes and the failures. If I escape my life on Earth and stay here, such a desolate place, that’s not truly living.”

Before Jeonghan can reply, a piercing nonstop ringing causes him to cover his ears. It was a sound he hated being all too familiar with.

“Jeonghan, what do you hear?”

“A call from heaven,” he explains, “I will transport you back to your place, you cannot stay here alone.” The fast pace of his words moved with the fast pace of his actions. Before you could protest, you were back in your living room. Alone.

“State your identification number,” the clerk orders him.

“1004,” Jeonghan obediently provides.

“Human-given name?”

“Yoon. Jeong. Han.” He makes sure to enunciate each syllable slowly.

“The Great One’s mission?”

“To oversee humans’ happiness and protect them from harm,” He could recite the mission in his sleep. If angels did sleep.

“Your overseer shall be with you in a moment,” the clerk informs him, not even sparing a glance as they move to the next person in line.

A moment later in angel time is practically a month, but it only feels like a couple hours for humans. He was trying to be cautious of what time it was by you since he didn’t want you to worry too much.

Your response to his offer was expected, but he couldn’t help tempting you. It’s the ideal life, a life that he wishes he could give you.

“1004, why have you gone against the Almighty and fled your duties?” The oh-too-familiar booming voice of his overseer transports him into the Judgement Room. This is worse than I thought.

“I want to stay with Y/N. Believe me, if I could take back my actions I would.” Jeonghan vowed.

“You must repent for the sins you have committed,” His overseer doubles down, “just now, you have tempted them again in living with you.”

“I knew they wouldn’t accept. I was just fulfilling my own desires,” Jeonghan explains.

“You never learn, 1004. You will always be selfish,” his overseer pulls out a scroll and begins to read the punishment for Jeonghan.

Jeonghan experienced a searing pain on his left arm as a countdown was etched onto his skin. Branding was practically a death sentence for an angel.

“Those are the days that you have left on Earth. Use them wisely.”

You rushed to his side, unable to hide your curiosity with what happened.

“So, are they accepting you back as an angel?”

“Something like that,” he faintly smiles at you, watching you practically jump up and down in joy for him.

How could he tell you the truth when you were so happy for him?

“That’s amazing, Jeonghan!” You beam.

“You shine like the stars, Y/N.” His unexpected compliment startles you, but you quickly brush it off that he’s excited about being accepted again.

“Always a flatterer, Jeonghan.” You fake groan, secretly happy from his words.

“What do you think our life would look like if we were both regular humans?” You ask Jeonghan. Wonwoo was visiting his family for the weekend, leaving the apartment to yourself. Well, you and Jeonghan.

“Why do you ask that, my starflower?” He asks back, continuing to draw soft traces of circles on your body.

“I don’t know…weren’t you ever curious? I know I’m curious about how I would act as an angel. I guess it could just be human nature to be greedy in imagining the impossible.” You speculate, going on a tangent near the end.

He smiles at your curiosity.

Soon, Jeonghan. You have to tell them soon.

But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you, not after you had just opened your soul up to him. It would hurt too much. So he promised himself that he’d tell you a different day.

Although Jeonghan was a fallen angel, he was still able to watch your life play out in real-time. As the countdown number on his arm dwindled down it became much more difficult for him to put up a front with you. He relied on watching you from afar, a skill he utilized for most of his life. As more days passed, the pain became more constant and unbearable. The mark was invisible to the human eye, one aspect he’s thankful for.

Jeonghan waited for the clock to turn midnight. The second it did, the scorching sensation became present on his left forearm without fail. The number slowly and excruciatingly was rewritten from 3 to 2, indicating he only had two days left on Earth. Two days left with you. Knowing his time is nearing to a close is one thing, but the fact that he would never see you again weighed down on his heart more.

Tears trickled down his face one by one and he let himself feel his emotions until there were no more tears left to cry. He knew angels were unable to stay on Earth, but for some reason he thought the higher ups would make an exception. He wanted to stay by your side, but the inevitable was bound to happen.

“Should we go to my hometown?” You excitedly ask Jeonghan as you take another morning stroll together. Except this time, it was the early morning. You were unable to fall asleep and He had taken you to a nearby beach, making sure it wasn’t going to be crowded.

Today’s Jeonghan’s last day. With every fiber of his being he wanted to visit your hometown, but he was afraid of disappearing before you made it there. It was evident that he was absorbed in his own thoughts, still not answering your suggestion.

He trips while walking but before he falls, you catch him. As you catch him, he grabs his stomach, clearly in pain. “Jeonghan? What’s going on?”

He could only look at you with a pained expression before breaking the news, “I have to go back now.”

A bright white glow emits from his arm. This was wrong, he didn’t seem happy about going back…

“Can’t we go together?” You asked in a hurry. “This doesn’t seem right, I changed my mind! I want to go with you and we can live together!”

“Y/N, you know we can’t.” With each second passing, he was becoming more transparent. “You have to live here, and live happily for me. Prove that my time on Earth was worth it,” His voice started to fade as well. You were struggling to hear him, his words coming out softer than a whisper.

“Jeonghan, don't leave, please! I miss you even if you’re gone for a day, please don’t leave me.” Your distraught pleads were met with silence. He was gone from this world. Yet, you were unable to stop calling out his name. The reality of his words were unable to reach you.

“I have so much to tell you though,” You managed to say between sobs, “why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

Similar to the first night you found him, you felt yourself getting dizzy. One by one your memories with Jeonghan played in your head, like a montage. Yet after each memory finished, you found it harder to remember the previous one. Losing memories of Jeonghan was was your worst fear that you weren’t aware of until it was too late.

At times, you felt that something was off. The most aggravating part is that you could never quite place your finger on it. You found yourself waking up in the night often, wiping tears from your eyes. Waking up in a cold sweat was another regular occurrence lately. Your dreams always had a recurring person who would save you, but just as you were about to see their face, the dreams would be cut short.

You went through each day simply going through the motions, incapable of figuring out what felt missing in your life. It was a sense of loss. But loss of what?

It felt as if you were a shell of yourself, unable to find joy in anything. Your friends and family had all been very understanding during this time, but each attempt to do anything was met with a greater lack of motivation.

Wonwoo had accidentally spilled water on your Nintendo Switch. Sleepy Wonwoo with no glasses in the morning was a recipe for disaster. But his friend recommended this place, raving about the employees’ abilities so you thought to give it a go.

“Why hello there, Y/N.” A voice greets you as you walk into the electronic repair shop.

“Do I know you?” You look the person up and down, certain you didn’t know them.

“No, sorry about that! Your name is on your tote bag,” He explains, pointing to the bag hanging over your shoulder.

“Ah, I see,” you reply, taking out the damaged gaming console. “I was wondering if you would be able to repair this anytime soon?”

“What is the issue?” He asks, inspecting the electronic.

“My roommate spilled water on it and didn’t realize until hours after…” You explain.

“Oh, it’s just water? That’s an easy fix! It would’ve been more trouble if the liquid was sticky or something. We should be able to get this back to you in about four days.” He diagnoses, providing an estimate to pick it up.

You smile wide, “Thank God! I’ve been worrying about if it would be broken forever.”

“No need to worry, you’re safe as long as you’re with me,” he promises.

An immense feeling of deja vu hits you, but not long before realizing what the employee said.

“You mean my Nintendo Switch, right?”

“Right! Sorry it’s been a long day,” He smiles warmly at you.

You’re positive that working in customer service requires one to try their best to please their customers, but his smile felt too intimate. The employee waits for you to say something, confused by your silence.

“Sorry! How much will it be?”

“About $60. Can I have a number and name for the order? Your number is only used to contact you once your order is ready for pickup.”

You share your number before introducing yourself, “I’m Y/N L/N. You are?”

His attention breaks from the computer in which he was inputting your information. “I’m Yoon Jeonghan. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jeonghan.” You reach out to shake his hand. He shakes it and you complete your payment before heading out of the shop.

Jeonghan watches you walk away, convinced that there was a soft warm glow around your body.

You still shine brighter than the stars, my starflower.

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