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A Heart’s Perfect Prey

A/N: Hello! I know this is a story I’ve already posted, but I wanted to rewrite it, make it better and change the member it was written for. I hope you give it a chance and enjoy the new version!

Genre: Vampire AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: mentions of blood, murder, supernatural elements

Summary: Murders are happening around you. Unbeknownst to you, the culprit isn’t human. He’s a vampire centuries old with a game to play. And his opponent? Park Chanyeol. A vampire out for revenge. With you as the new pawn on the board, will you be another sacrifice in their long destructive game or will you reignite a heart long cold and dead?

Tao I Chanyeol I Yixing I Luhan I Minseok I Jongdae I Jongin

Being alone wasn’t so bad. No tearful goodbyes, no hurtful attachments. He was free to come and go as he pleased, no one to hold him back, to force him to stay in one place for too long. Sure, after two hundred years, he had connections all over the world, but they were merely acquaintances, people to help him get when he needed the upper hand.

Like Luhan.

After five decades and twelve cities, it was amusing how that short pretty boy was still working as a public worker, spending most of his days down in a basement under harsh fluorescent lighting that exemplified his pale, undead skin, surrounded by rotting flesh. If humans couldn’t stand the smell, imagine how a vampire felt.

But today was one of those days where Luhan’s position came in handy.

Chanyeol needed information.

A few days ago, he caught the scent of an old adversary - one he’d lost track of decades ago - right here in his own territory. A ruthless vampire who needed to be put down for the good of all. And he’d been leaving quite the trail, if Chanyeol’s hunch was correct. If anyone in the city were to know about a rise in vampire-on-human attacks, Luhan would be the one to contact.

The precinct was busy, loud and overcrowded with people begging not to be locked up. No one paid Chanyeol any attention as he strolled down the hallway like a spector and to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. While waiting for its arrival, the sound of tears under the chaos caught his attention. In the main room behind him, sitting at one of the detectives’ desks with a police standard jacket around your shoulders, you were mostly ignored by the others who walked by.

You weren’t wailing or sobbing hysterically. Your face was blank, void of any emotion as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. Occasionally, you sniffed, creating the soft noise that had caught Chanyeol’s attention in the first place. No one seemed to be paying vulnerable little you any mind. It was mildly depressing.

Shaking his head, Chanyeol turned away when the elevator dinged at its arrival. He entered and hit the button for the basement with perhaps a little too much force.

Luhan was hurriedly scribbling something down on a clipboard when Chanyeol stepped into the stench pit. The undead coroner didn’t look up to acknowledge his old friend even though he certainly heard the heavy steps from the hallway, maybe even from the floor above.

“I’ve actually been expecting you to arrive sooner than this,” Luhan chuckled, finally looking up. He slid the pen under the clip and placed the metal clipboard off to the side.

Chanyeol leaned against an empty slab, his hands in the pockets of his black designer coat. Not that he actually needed one to stave off the cold temperature outside. He simply liked how it looked on his tall frame. “Well, you are practically psychic.”

“No. Just intuitive.” Luhan walked over to the wall that housed the newly arrived corpses and pulled out a drawer as Chanyeol joined him. On the cold slab was a young woman, seemingly in her early to mid-twenties. Pretty except for the thick red slash that tore up her throat. “I haven’t done the autopsy yet. I was waiting for you to arrive. Although, to be honest, I don’t really need to do one.”

Chanyeol frowned thoughtfully. That wasn't a good sign. “Was it him?”

“That would be my guess.” Luhan gently pushed the woman’s raven hair away from her neck, showing off the side where the cut was deepest and brutally applied. “I found two puncture wounds hidden beneath the cut. Obviously vampire. This isn’t an unusual way for vampires to cover their tracks but–” he stopped.

“But what?” Chanyeol urged.

Luhan sighed. “Did you see the girl crying upstairs? Pretty? Sitting at the detective’s desk?” Chanyeol nodded. “This is the second person connected to her that’s died. In this exact way. And both bodies were left around like they were meant to be found. I have a feeling another one will show up soon.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flashed red. The sudden change didn’t scare Luhan like it might have with any human. He’d fully expected this to happen.

“It is him,” Chanyeol growled. “This time, I’ll get him. And I’ll rip his throat out.”

Luhan pushed the drawer back into its holding cell, closing the door on the poor girl. “Do it soon. Before he kills someone else.”

With a hard nod, Chanyeol turned on his heels, stalking back to the elevator to start his hunt.

“I’ll send you the target’s information!” Luhan called out after him. The taller vampire simply threw up his hand in acknowledgment.

Why wasn't the breakdown coming? For the moment of what you had found down in the laundry room of your apartment building to truly come crashing down on you.

But it didn’t come. Tears rolled down your face, but you didn’t really cry. Not the kind that came with loud wails and shouts of it not being true. And that’s all you wanted to do right now. You didn't want to feel this numb, this… dissolved. Like sea foam drifting along a calm surface. Undisturbed and slowly disappearing.

After what seemed like an hour, the detective finally came back with a cup of tea, handing it to you without much ceremony.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The detective nodded. “Now, (y/n), I know it's going to be difficult, but I need you to tell me about Jisoo and what might have happened.”

The last image you had of Jisoon flashed through your mind as you took a sip of the bitter tea and you flinched. Hopefully the detective, if he noticed at all, thought the look was due to the hot liquid. “I don’t really know what happened. Jisoo and I were close. We were around the same age–”

“You’re her neighbor, correct?” he interrupted.

You nodded. “Yes. For the past two years. Every Friday night after work, we’d go down to the laundry room. Hardly anyone else uses it at that time since most people go out to start the weekend. We’d normally talk about life, our jobs, family while waiting on the washer. I was late getting off today so when she didn’t answer her door, I figured she already went down. When I got there, she was… she was–” Your throat constricted at the memory, refusing to let any other words out. You needed to focus on breathing or you would start hyperventilating.

Jisoo, lying on the dirty concrete of the basement laundry room. Bright red blood gathered around her head like a haunting halo from a cathedral window. Her eyes open, staring up at nothing. Body broken like a ragged doll, she was lying on the ground, thrown away without a thought, whoever attacked her not caring about the aftermath. No remorse, no second thought.

You shook the memory from your head. You wanted to get it out, to say it out loud as if that would make it disappear from your brain forever. But you weren't able to voice the images to life.

“That’s okay,” the detective said soothingly, rubbing your arm as a means of attempted comfort. “Did Jisoo have any enemies that you know about? Anyone who didn’t like her?”

Again, you shook your head. “No. She tried to be friendly with everyone.”

“Did she complain about anyone ever?”

“No.” You sighed, “No one, but Ryan from work. But he’s just a perv.”

That peaked the detective’s interest. “Did he try any advances on Jisoo? Is that what made her uncomfortable?”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “He just shares a bit too much about his personal life. I met him once, when we went out. Even drunk, he never tried anything on Jisoo.”

That seemed to disappoint him. A possible lead already running dry. “Alright. I think we’ll end the interview here. I’ll get one of the patrol officers to take you home. I’ll give you my card, in case you think of anything else.”

To your relief, the officer who drove you back to your apartment didn’t say anything. He merely let the occasional radio message over his computer break the silence. Going all the way in chivalry, he saw you to your door five stories up. Jisoo’s own door across the hall had crime scene tape to stop anyone from entering in case they needed to gather more evidence or clues. You couldn’t picture what they possibly needed in there since she was found in the basement. But you weren’t an investigator, so what did you know?

You thanked the officer and went inside your apartment.

Just do your normal routine, you told yourself as the door clicked behind you.

And so you did. You changed into your pajamas, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and climbed into bed. It was supposed to be the remedy. It was supposed to make your body’s rhythm jump back into place. And maybe it worked. How could you really know?

If it worked or not, it was finally there, in the dark, with the sound of the city attacking your window, that the numbness – protective arms and thick shield – slipped away.

Finally, with your face hidden in your knees, you were able to cry at the loss of your friend.

Two weeks had gone by since that terrible night and you were sure you were losing it. Maybe you should see a therapist.

You can’t afford a therapist.

Well, maybe then you should get a new job.

But you loved the store with its endless shelves of novels, so living in constant paranoia for the time being it was. In time, it would fade away and you would be fine, back to normal. All of this was probably only your imagination, anyway. Your very active imagination.

A looming shadow perched permanently in the corner of your eye as you walked down the street to your job or to the grocery store or to the park. But whenever you turned to get a better look, it was gone. The feeling of being watched, of every step being analyzed and memorized was near constant. But no one was ever around. No eyes were trained on you, no steps matched yours exactly.

In a change of pace for the day, however, as you went about your duties in the small bookshop you called your second home, you found yourself not quite as aware. Your mother often complained that you could do better, be at a bigger company and earn a bigger paycheck. But you were the assistant manager and with Bruce about to retire within the near future, you were next in line to be in charge. Why bother trying to start over somewhere else?

A few customers milled about the store, so you deemed it safe to leave the register as long as one eye was kept at the front. The pile of returns and donations was getting high and cluttered around the counter. You knew that Dani would never get all of them put away by herself. You grabbed a fair number and started wandering about the store, finding the right places for the novels among the shelves.

Being surrounded by the pages of other people’s stories made you feel better. The smell of old books took you back to leafing through your grandfather’s personal library. He never threw away a good book, constantly going back to a story that had touched him in some way. It drove your grandmother crazy. She would groan about what else she could be doing with the space that the multiple shelves took up. Your grandfather always stood his ground, telling her that the knowledge and wisdom printed on the pages was never a waste of space.

Finding the G’s, you plucked the top book off of your pile. As you double checked the author's surname, you paused. It was the last book that Mr. Kim had purchased before he passed.

Coming in every Tuesday and Thursday, Mr. Kim would browse through the classic fantasies while telling you about the authors he had met in his younger years. His collection of rare novels and authentic signatures was something you always swore you would see one day. Now it was too late..

Your heart had shattered when you found out that he wouldn't be coming in under the ringing bell anymore. You weren’t sure of the details, but someone said he had fallen down the stairs and hit his head. It was a terrible way for him to go. He was so sweet, like another grandparent you could turn to when you needed it.

Releasing a heavy sigh, you put the book away and searched for the next one's spot. Naturally, its proper place was on the highest shelf a few rows over, just out of your reach. You looked around, but the only ladder in the shop was currently being used by Dani, who was nearly a living elf with her unusually small stature. Being the stubborn person you were, you decided that you would get it up there without the stool. You stretched your legs, reached out your arm as far as it could go, and were on the very tips of your toes, but still you couldn’t reach it.

A large hand appeared from nowhere, bypassing your ear and taking the book from you to push it between the other historical fiction novels. Gasping in surprise, you whirled around to face the stranger. The momentum nearly toppling over the remaining books in your hands.

“Oops. Sorry,” the stranger chuckled, steadying the pile. His long fingers barely brushed yours. They were abnormally cold. Icy, even. Probably due to poor circulation.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. Heat bloomed on your cheeks. The helpful stranger was handsome. Though on the softer side of looks with rounded cheeks and large eyes, he was abnormally tall and broad in the shoulders. A boyish smile beamed down at you. It showed off blinding white teeth that were distracting.The muscles in your throat constricted, your stomach fluttering from the lack of space between the two of you, not helped at all by the closeness of the shelves.

“You’re welcome,” he said in a shockingly deep voice. A most contrasting element to his looks. He bowed his head politely. “I’m Chanyeol.”

“(y/n)." Clearing your throat, you asked, “Is there anything I can help you find?”

“I was looking for your supernatural section.” A light shimmered in his eyes that gave you the impression that he was silently laughing to himself.

“Of course.” You motioned with your head. “Follow me.” You led him to the back where his desired taste was stored. “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Trying to hold your smile down at a friendly level, you nodded back and scurried away to put the rest of the books back on the shelves. The last thing you needed to do was accidentally start rambling about your unasked-for recommendations and say something embarrassing.

You hoped to see him again before he left. But he didn’t buy anything and by the end of the week, he hadn’t returned to the store.

Sundays were your favorite days of the week. The perfect day off from work, if anyone were to ask you. It was a calmer day, with a softer sun and slower steps. The weight of your own feet was lighter as you headed to your favorite little coffee café, newest novel discovery in hand. Taking a window seat along the storefront, you ordered an herbal tea and sat back in the cushioned chair. The spine of the brand new paperback gave a satisfying crinkle as you cracked it open.

Chilling mysteries used to be your favorites. The thrill of trying to figure out who was terrorizing everyone and their motivations while the main character tried not to be next kept you turning the page. But ever since Jisoo’s murder, the stories only gave you nightmares that forced you to relive finding her body in the basement. So, instead, you got as far away from murder mysteries as you could. A nice, soft modern romance filled with all the good cliches. They were a comfortable place to run to. You knew every step of the plot, no surprises waiting for you.

So lost in the troubles of a screenwriter running into the sarcastic actor of her new movie were you that you didn’t notice the leg nearing the corner of your table until it was too late. It jostled the table enough to spill the now lukewarm tea, leaving the paper cup practically empty.

“I’m so sorry!” The other patron was already cleaning up the liquid with a handful of napkins they had snatched from the nearby stand.

“It’s alright.” You put your book down in your lap – the only safe place for it – and your jaw dropped when you looked up to see who it was that had run into the table. “Chanyeol?”

Those large, round brown eyes lit up when he recognized you. “(Y/n)! Oh, this is embarrassing.” Once the table was dry, he threw away the napkins in the nearby trashcan and picked up the now empty cup. “Let me buy you a new one.”

“Oh, no, that–” You were too late. He was already at the counter, reaching it in minimal strides, and ordered you another tea.

When he came back, he set down the freshly made tea before sitting in the chair across from you and taking a sip of his own coffee. “I’m surprised to see you outside of the store.”

Setting the book down on the now dry table, you tried not to look too pleased that he was staying to chat. “While some people might think that I live there, I do venture to other places on occasion. I really like it here, so I tend to come whenever I’m off work.”

“It’s a nice little café,” he agreed, glancing around. “So, how long have you worked at the shop?”

“Since I graduated high school.”

And just like that, you were telling Chanyeol basically your life story. He told you a few vague details about himself here and there when you asked, but he always turned the conversation back onto you. Typically, you preferred to be left alone when you were reading, but this interruption wasn’t wholly unwelcome.

Chanyeol was funny, often making both you and himself laugh. You liked the sound of it; the way his deep chuckles mixed with your own obnoxious giggles. He was smart, too, often randomly dropping facts that you hadn’t known before. He seemed to like surprising you and throwing you off guard.

After a few hours, it was time to leave, with neglected chores nagging you home. Before you could stand, however, Chanyeol grabbed your hand.

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Oh! Y-yeah. That would be wonderful.” With a shaky hand, you wrote down your number on an unsoiled napkin. He said he would call you with a time and so he’d know where to pick you up. Every second of waiting until then was going to be torturous.

Chanyeol knew this was creepy. No one had to point it out to him. But he still couldn’t will himself to move.

When you’d left the café he’d followed you at a far distance, making sure you made it home safe. He’d been tracking you for a while now. He needed to see if he could catch Taejo on your trail while also keeping an eye on you. That sadistic vampire always liked playing with his targeted victims. His game consisted of the same elements: killing people around them until the slow realization that they were next sunk in. But he had yet to show his face. And Luhan confirmed that the only person who connected your neighbor and that old man – Kim something – was you.

So, Chanyeol had to take things to the next level. He knew that their hatred for each other was strong, so if he made his presence known, maybe Taejo would slip up or confront him. That was what dinner tomorrow was about.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He hadn’t meant to enjoy talking to you so much. It’d been nearly two hundred and fifty years since he allowed himself to be close to a human. To have a conversation with meaning with a human. It was surprising how easily you pulled him in, fascinating him with every little reaction, every little subtle movement. It was irritating.

And yet, here he was, sitting on your fire escape and watching you sleep. He hadn’t moved much since you arrived home and settled in your room for the evening. Not even when you left to go take a shower and get ready for bed. Now you were fast asleep in an oversized band t-shirt and a pair of very tempting shorts.

Chanyeol let out a low hiss at the thought, knocking his head against the glass. Dumb idea.

The sudden noise pulled you from your sleep. Your eyes snapped open and frantically searched the dark room. Chanyeol crouched down, cursing his too-long body for the first time as he tried to stay hidden and out of view of the window. He could hear your erratic heartbeat as you approached the window, only calming down to a resting thump when you found nothing. You settled back down on the bed and he decided it was time to leave.

He had a feeling he was going to be in big trouble if he didn’t watch himself.

What was this never-ending dream you had conjured up?

That first dinner with Chanyeol was more romantic than any movie you had seen. He reserved a private balcony overlooking the skyline at one of the most in-demand restaurants in the city. At his request, the table had a large bouquet of spring flowers that was eventually moved to the floor so you could see him across the way. You had a perfect view of the stars in the candlelight dinner. Conversation flowed with ease, never having a moment of awkwardness.

Chanyeol was a perfect gentleman the entire night. Maybe a little too perfect of a gentleman. It was disappointing that he hadn’t kissed you goodnight and your mind raced with worry. Perhaps he didn't have the same feeling about the date that you did. But that anxiety vanished when he showed up at the bookstore the next day, just to see you.

That was the pattern your life had fallen into over the past month. He would take you out with a surprise in mind or he would come over to your place for a more casual night in. At least three times a week, he would stop by the store to talk and keep you company. You could hardly believe that he was real. There was only one tiny snag.

He still hadn’t kissed you. And you just weren’t brave enough to take that step, to make the move instead. You didn’t want to scare him away if he was the kind to take things slow. He seemed to be as invested in… whatever this was. But his lack of action planted little seeds of doubt in your mind and they were quick to take root. Their vines entangled your every thought as you walked hand in hand with Chanyeol down the street to your apartment. Not surprisingly, he picked up on your sinking mood.

“(Y/n)?”

You kept staring straight ahead. “Hm?”

He stopped your steps with a slight tug on your hand. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Embarrassed and unable to answer, you merely shrugged. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

The frown and creased forehead that emerged told you that he didn’t believe you, but he continued down the street, still holding tight to your hand. It was silent all the way to your door, even as you put the key in the lock to let yourself in. Getting a sudden sense of courage, you whirled on him.

“Is this real?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Is this real?” you repeated. “Do you like me?”

Chanyeol laughed. “Of course I like you, (y/n). That’s why I’ve been spending time with you.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper as you stared down at the ground, shoulders bumping against your door. “But that’s all you do.”

He sighed, his breath ruffling the hair against your forehead. Cautious fingers caressed both sides of your face before tilting your head up to him. A small, playful smile sat teasingly on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you’re pouting.”

As you opened your mouth to retaliate, he took his chance and brought his lips to yours.

He started off tender, as if he were scared you might break or run away. Kissing him back, you showed him that you weren’t going anywhere. You snaked your arms around his neck to pull him closer so your bodies were one. He trailed his fingers down your sides at an agonizingly slow pace, as if memorizing every curve. They didn’t stop at your hips like you’d expected, instead continuing down to your thighs before lifting you up and pinning you against the door.

Chanyeol pulled away, looking up at you. “This is why I haven’t kissed you yet. I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You smirked, cradling his jaw with your palms. “Who asked you to?”

He shook his head at your challenge, diving in again and kissing you with more ferocity this time. It amazed you how he was able to keep at it while opening your door and carrying you inside with grace and speed.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he spun around and pinned you to the hard surface. You pulled away just for a second to get another lungful of air when something caught your eye. Wiggling out of Chanyeol’s embrace and feeling the wall to your right, you flipped on the light switch and screamed.

“YOU’RE NEXT” was written on your living room wall in bright red liquid that dripped off the letters.

Chanyeol hid your face in his chest and pulled you out of the apartment while dialing nine-one-one on his cell. The authorities were there soon after. You shook uncontrollably in the hallway as a small group of officers searched your home. Chanyeol answered every question and confirmed the two of you never made it past your front door. Words were going in your ears, but your mind wasn’t making sense of any of them, except one: blood.

A detective arrived at the scene, quickly speaking to one of the officers before approaching you.

“Miss (l/n)? This girl was found dead just a few hours ago. Do you know her?” She held out a picture of a girl on a metal slab, her eyes shut and skin pale. Taking in the face, you screamed.

Your knees gave out from under you and only Chanyeol’s grip around your waist kept you from crumbling to the floor. The sobs made it impossible to answer.

“It’s her coworker, Dani,” Chanyeol answered for you.

The detective nodded. “Is there somewhere you can stay tonight, Miss (l/n)? Where you’ll be safe?”

“She’ll stay with me,” Chanyeol declared. Those four words made you feel so relieved you were able to catch your breath and calm down just barely enough to speak again. You wanted to get away from here.

“Can we go?” you whispered.

The detective nodded before she turned to her comrades.

You hardly paid attention as Chanyeol drove you to his place, a piece of him you had never seen before. It was a fancy high-rise apartment building with strong security and reflective windows, but you couldn’t find it in you to be impressed at the moment.

Chanyeol was patient with you as he slowly ushered you from the parking garage to the elevator to the inside of his apartment. He didn’t stop walking until you reached his bedroom. Without turning the lights on, he rummaged through his drawers and handed you one of his shirts.

“You can change into that, then we’ll go to bed.” He disappeared into the bathroom after giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. Closing the door behind him, he left you alone for the first time.

It took you a moment to function again. The effort it took just to undress and put on Chanyeol’s shirt exhausted you. The shirt itself was big on you, the hem tickling above your mid-thigh. Before you might have been a little embarrassed with how vulnerable it left you. At this point, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Operating in full automatic mode, you slipped into the king-sized bed, settling underneath the ice cold covers. A shiver tingled up your spine, but you didn’t care. You would be warm soon enough.

Chanyeol came out a few moments later.He, too, had changed, now dressed in an old shirt missing its sleeves and plaid pajama pants. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he took your hand in his.

“It’ll be alright,” he promised.

You squeezed his hand. “You’ll stay with me, right? In here?” You needed to know that he was right there next to you, a stronghold holding off the person who wanted you dead.

He seemed shocked at your request, but he quickly gave in, slipping under the covers with you. “Of course.”

You shuffled in closer to him. He encircled you in his arms, his hands splaying across your back. His hold was steadfast as you managed to fall asleep peacefully.

When you woke up the next morning, Chanyeol was gone. A small note left on the nightstand let you know that he had to check up on something at work but would be home soon, so don’t worry and don’t leave the apartment. While it was difficult waking up without him, all you could do was shrug it off and get out of bed.

Making your way into the living room, you sat down on the couch and turned the TV on to the news. You should have known it was a mistake, that you were walking into dangerous territory. After the weather had concluded, the anchor turned serious. A picture of Dani appeared next to her on the screen.

“Twenty-five-year-old Dani Marcum was found brutally murdered last night in her home. The police are now suspecting that it could be linked to two other deaths: the murder of Jang Jisoo and Kim Kiwon.”

Your jaw dropped at that last name. No, no, the death of Mr. Kim was an accident. Wasn’t it? And now they were calling it murder?

“All three bodies were found drained completely of blood. However, the amount found at the crime scenes was not enough for authorities to say that they simply bleed out where they were found. They are not sure where the rest of the blood has gone. The only theory is that the killer drained the victims and took the blood with him, possibly as a souven–”

The TV shut off and Chanyeol tossed the remote aside before joining you on the couch.

“(Y/n),” he whispered.

“Why me?” you screeched, turning to him with tears in your eyes. “Everyone around me is dying and now I’m next. Why is this happening? Why!”

The answer you expected was that he didn’t know. The answer you were prepared to hear was that things like this happened and no one could explain it. But that was not what you received.

Chanyeol took both your hands in his, eyebrows knitted tightly together as he searched for the words.

“(Y/n), what I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

You swallowed thickly, fearful of what he was about to say, but nodding anyway.

“Okay. Good.” He scooted closer to you, keeping your gaze locked on his. “(Y/n), there is a world you don’t know about. A world you think is fictional, but is truly real. A world of supernatural creatures.”

You froze.

Then you got mad.

You jumped to your feet and moved across the living room, your voice cutting and piercing your throat as you screamed. “This is not a joke! Three different people close to me were killed! The same psycho broke into my apartment! And you’re going to tell me it was because of stupid things like vampires and werewolves?!”

Before you could blink, Chanyeol was in front of you, his hand over your mouth. That was impossible.

“Please, don’t yell,” he begged between gritted teeth. “I’m serious, (y/n). They are real. Just look.” He opened his mouth to reveal his two canine teeth had grown impossibly long. They were needle sharp and long enough to graze the skin underneath his bottom lip. Then, they shrank back again to a normal, uninteresting size. “We are real. The vampire that killed those people has been after you this whole time. His name is Taejo. He’s not a story, not a Grimm fairytale.” When you stopped fighting against him, he hesitantly removed his hand.

“W-why is he after me?” Proof of a whole secret world stood in front of you. A world that you had never asked to be pulled into.

“I don’t know,” Chanyeol admitted. “It’s… it’s what he does. This sick game – he lives for it. He finds a target, someone he can play with, torture without them ever realizing it. He kills people around them, dropping them like flies before finally closing in on them. Those people die slowly and painfully, so he can savor every second.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve been trying to find him, catch him before he can kill again, but he’s too fast. He’s always too fast. He’s older than me and more powerful. When I discovered you were his target, it wasn’t too late. I could finally do something.”

“You’ve been… trying to protect me?”

Chanyeol flinched, looking down at you guiltily. “I… can’t honestly say that. (Y/n), I’ve been wanting to kill Taejo for the past two centuries. When I was still a young vampire, he killed the woman I loved before I could turn her, to protect her. After all this time, I have a chance to kill him. He just hasn’t shown his face yet.”

Your own face fell. “So, I was just bait?” You let out a humorless laugh. Of course you were. Why else would he just fall into your life after such a tragic event? Why else would every date, every second together, feel so perfect? Anger swlleded up inside. You shoved at his chest, wanting him away from you. “I can’t believe you! Everything was a lie and you didn’t think about what this would do to me!”

The shove hardly phased him. Chanyeol took a step towards you, his hand reaching out. “(Y/n), it wasn’t like that. I mean, it may have started out that way, but now I–”

You smacked his hand away, scared of what would happen if you let him touch you. “NO! Don’t you dare try to justify what you’ve done! You played with me to get revenge! And I was stupid enough to fall for it. To fall for you! I actually was going to – ugh! I can’t even believe how stupid I’ve been!” Tears fell down like rain. You hated how much crying you had to endure the past month. “Just stay away from me! I hate you!”

Chanyeol said nothing. His jaw hung slack. He dared to try to step closer again. You stepped back to keep the distance. He nodded.

“I understand. I’m going to try and find Taejo. When I do – and I kill him – I’ll leave you alone. Forever.” He walked out the front door letting it close slowly behind him.

The hell you were staying here.

You couldn’t go to the police. Not a single person at the precinct would believe who was after you. But you could hide yourself. Pack a bag, hop on a bus, and go far away. Leave no trace behind.

Rushing to the bedroom, you changed back into last night’s clothes. It was by pure luck that last night had been casual, giving you jeans to run away in rather than a dress and heels. You threw Chanyeol’s stupid shirt into a corner and left the apartment.

While the elevator would have been the better option to conserve energy, you didn’t want to risk running into Chanyeol. He wasn’t in one of the higher units, which made taking the stairs a viable option. Several floors below, you stepped out into a side alley.

“Well, I must say, I never thought you would walk right to me.”

You whirled around to find the owner of the sickly sweet voice that had called out to you. Leaning with one shoulder against the high-rise was an older man with sandy blond hair and almost sheet white skin. He wore ordinary clothes like anyone else in their thirties, but something inside you said he wasn’t normal.

At the recognition in your eyes, he grinned. “Hello, dear.”

Before you could even consider running, he flashed before you, caged in both of your arms and pinned you to the wall. His smile turned impossibly sadistic.

“You and I… We’re going to have a lot of fun.” Taking in a fist full of your hair, he slammed your head into the concrete, filling your vision first with stars… then with black.

Cold metal dug into your wrists. With a painful groan, you opened your eyes, the memory of the alley coming back. You were kidnapped. And this place was your prison. Your arms were chained above you, your fingers numb from being above your heart for too long. The warehouse around you was crumbling in disarray. Windows were broken in and covered by rotting wood, holes in the ceiling created by rust. Only the shackles seemed to be holding together. No matter how hard you pulled, they stayed formed in the cinderblock wall.

“Oh, goody. You’re awake.”

The sandy haired man appeared in front of you. He raked his long, bony finger down your cheek, the ghostly nail leaving behind a sharp sting.

“Chanyeol should have known this would happen sooner or later.” He leaned in close to your ear. “I always get my prey.”

You stared him down. “Taejo.” Hatred for this man flared. You wanted to spit in his face, kick at him, drive a stake through his heart. Anything that could satisfy your hatred, even if it was miniscule.

Taejo chuckled as he pulled back. “What an interesting approach Chanyeol took, confessing the truth to you.”

“Why me?” you begged. If you had to die in here, you at least wanted to know the reason for all the pain.

Taejo shrugged, as if you had asked why he didn’t like a certain restaurant. “You happened to pass by and smelled… so intoxicating. Some humans simply smell more delicious than others. I had to have it. And your fear right now makes it even more mouthwatering.”

You scoffed. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe so,” he cackled. “But it’s fun. Especially with Chanyeol thinking he could protect you from me.”

“He wasn’t trying to protect me,” you spat. “I was just bait so he could get to you.”

“Oh, dearie, how wrong you are.” Taejo shook his head as he folded his hands behind his back. He tilted his head to one side, and then the other. “Sure, at first he simply wanted me to see him, thinking I might slip up since I hate him so much. But I’ve been watching from afar. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, how he’d watch you as you slept, perched outside your window like a silent guardian. He looks at you just as he looked at her. Which is going to make killing you even more fun.”

You refused to believe him. This was another part of his game, nothing more. To give you hope at the last minute, making you call out for Chanyeol to save you before he drained you of blood. You would refuse.

But as Taejo took that menacing first step towards you to start his torutre, he was gone. Pinned to the ground, he struggled against Chanyeol, who had his neck in his hands.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” Chanyeol hissed, his canines extended, sharp and dangerous.

Taejo laughed. “I was counting on it.” With unheard of strength, he slammed the taller Chanyeol into the wall next you, their positions now switched. “I wanted you here, to watch me rip her apart like I did the last one. To make you suffer before I kill you once and for all.” He smirked. “Or maybe I’ll keep you around as a pet.”

Chanyeol released a monstrous roar that shook you to the core. Filled with rage, he channeled it as he threw Taejo across the room, the latter crashing into a wall of stacked crates. They shattered on impact, a few pieces barely missing you. And then it was a battle too quick for your human eyes to see anything beyond two blurs of supernatural force. You strained your eyes to try and see if Chanyeol was winning. You silently begged him to win, too terrified of distracting him to voice it out loud. All you could do was wait and see who would come out on top. Snarls and hisses echoed throughout the warehouse as they crashed into old crates, crumbling them into sawdust in their wake.

Then the fighting stopped. Chanyeol had Taejo’s head in his hands with a leg wrapped around his torso to keep him steady. Taejo clawed at Chanyeol’s arms with his claw-like nails, but the scratches healed as quickly as they were formed.

“Just do it,” Taejo hissed.

“Gladly.”

A victorious cry echoed in the warehouse as Chanyeol ripped Taejo’s head from the rest of his body. Every lithe limb went limp as the unnatural life left Taejo’s body. Chanyeol gathered splinters of the crates, creating a small pile before dumping Taejo’s body and head on top. He pulled a box of matches out of his pocket, stuck a single stick, and then tossed the flame to start the cremation. Then he came to you.

He crushed and broke the chains around your wrists. You were free. With no energy left in your body, your knees gave out. Chanyeol caught you before you could tumble to the ground. Sitting down, he cradled you in his arms, cupping your jaw in one of his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You blinked up at him, confused. You squirmed in his vice, but he refused to let you go. “Why are you sorry? You got what you wanted.”

His eyes bore into yours, their familiar warmth refusing to let you look away. “But I almost lost you.”

“Why would that matter?”

“Because I love you.”

Your jaw dropped at the bold statement, but he held a finger to your lips, stopping you from interrupting.

“I know at first, my mind was only on killing Taejo, but you,” he tapped your nose with his finger. “you silly human with your blushing cheeks and beautiful laughter, made me feel something I haven’t in two centuries. My heart doesn’t beat, but it’s all yours. I understand if you still hate me and I’ll let you go if that’s what you want, but please know that it’s the truth. That I love you.”

Your mind raced, trying to find the lie in what he said. But you couldn’t find one. Chanyeol had gotten what he wanted: Taejo dead. You were safe again, so why would it matter to him how you felt?

Slowly letting a smile spread on your lips, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I think I love you, too.”

“Then I’m yours,” he replied. “Forever.”

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A Day in the Life of a Maknae (EXO Ver.)

➻ Pairings: Sehun x Kai

➻ Genre: Romance, Smut

➻ Additional: Humor, Fluff, Crackish

➻ Word Count: 8.5k

➻ Warnings: This story was written anywhere from 4 - 10 years ago. I’m highly aware that much of the content in this story is unrealistic and may be triggering to some. Please mind all tags! If you’re unsure, please just skip this story. This story is fiction and does not reflect real-life idols' behaviors, personalities, or beliefs.

~*~6:00 AM~*~

Sehun’s alarm went off, but the maknae didn’t want to get up. He was wrapped up tightly in his blankets, snug as a bug in a rug. But even though he was comfy and his body was telling him to stay in bed and go back to sleep, he knew he had a job to do. He was the maknae after all, and as such, it was his duty to be the annoying little shit in the group. Which meant waking up all his members at an ungodly hour in the morning, only to slink back to his bed and catch maybe another hour of sleep before he really had to get up and start getting ready for the day.

It was such a dirty task, but someone had to do it. And after a while it got repetitive, so he started thinking up ways that would make it better; more fun. And he never went in the same order twice. With eleven different members, he could wake up each member first at one point in the month before he started repeating again.

With a grunt, Sehun threw off his blankets and rolled over, shutting off the alarm on his phone. Sitting up, he took a moment to gather himself, looking around the silent room. Groaning, he reached up and ruffled his already messy hair as he forced his body to start moving. With a yawn, he walked past the second bed, ignoring the soft breathing coming from Kai. He would wake the other up later. Today was Kris’ turn to be woken first.

Opening his door, he stepped out and closed it behind him softly. Kris’ room was only three doors down, a quick walk, which was good because his legs weren’t wanting to cooperate this morning as he stumbled in his hazy state. Walking in, he looked at the two beds, finding one completely empty and the other completely full. Looks like he was getting two for the price of one this morning.

Moving to the bed, Sehun pulled back the covers to the bed slowly, exposing the two sleeping bodies curled together. He hadn’t been very partial to the Lufan couple, but after a while, they grew on him and he decided that they were very cute together. He slipped into the bed with the two, it was a tight squeeze, but he managed to do it. He wiggled his way down the long lanky body of the EXO M leader, eyes locked on one target; the hard, swollen cock standing proudly between Kris’ legs.

Sehun was always impressed by Kris’ size and he often wondered how Luhan was able to take such a long cock, and then he remembered Chanyeol fucked the smallest member of their group, Kyungsoo, on a daily basis and Chanyeol’s cock was thick. So somehow they manage and Sehun was sure one day he would get to feel those cocks inside him too.

Glancing up at the sleeping figure, Sehun leaned to lap at the swollen head when a hand pressed against the side of his face, halting his movements. He glanced over, eyes locking with sleepy brown ones. Damn! And he had been hoping to wake Luhan up after Kris, but it seemed the other was a light sleeper.

“Morning.” Luhan whispered and Sehun smiled.

“Morning hyung.” Sehun whispered. He shifted carefully on the bed and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to the elder’s lips. “Want to help me wake up Kris?” he asked gently. Luhan gave a short nod and shifted down with Sehun and smiled as he looked back at the other.

“Do you want his balls first?” Luhan asked softly as he eyed his lover’s lower regions.

“Don’t you like sucking on them though?” Sehun asked and smirked as Luhan nodded. “Have at it hyung.” Luhan grinned and leaned in, lips latching onto the hanging suck, tongue running over it lightly. Kris shifted on the bed, a small groan leaving him, but the other wasn’t waking yet.

Sehun leaned in and lapped at the swollen head, groaning in pleasure at the taste. Kris was musky tasting, then again Sehun wasn’t sure if it was solely Kris’ taste or if it was also mixed with Luhan’s taste as well. Teasing the slit, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked on it nice and hard.

Kris groaned again and shifted under him. Sehun felt soft hair brushing against his neck. Shifting to the side more, he gave Luhan more room to suck and lick at Kris’ balls. He took more of the hard flesh into his mouth, tongue working over the underside of the hard cock. Fingers tangled in his hair and Sehun turned his eyes up, meeting sleepy yet aroused eyes. Smirking, he pulled off the cock with a small pop and licked his lips.

“Morning hyung.”

“M-Morning.” Kris grunted and bucked his hips down. Luhan’s head popped up then, tongue licking over his plump lips.

“Morning, jagi.” Kris grunted and stared down at the two, smirking.

“This is a nice way to wake up in the morning.” Kris said and shifted up in the bed.

“Mmm, I was hoping to do Luhan afterwards, but he woke up first.” Sehun pouted cutely at his hyungs and Luhan laughed. Leaning over, Luhan kissed his cheek before climbing to his knees and sitting back.

“Alright Sehun, he’s awake, thank you. But I’m going to take it from here.” Luhan said as he crawled into Kris’ lap.

“What? But...I want-”

“Good bye Sehun.” Luhan said and looked back at the maknae. Pouting, Sehun climbed out of the bed and stalked over to the door, leaving the happy couple in a huff. Damn it! So much for a good morning snack. Damn Luhan, always cock blocking him! Oh well, who to wake now? Kyungsoo? Suho? Ah! Tao! Tao would let Sehun give him a proper good morning wake up. Walking down the hall, he pushed open Tao’s door, only to find the other was already up and taking care of his problem perfectly fine...with Suho.

“God damn it, can’t I get a break?! I’m supposed to be waking you guys up.” Sehun huffed, crossing his arms.

The two stopped moving, heads turning to stare at the maknae in the doorway. “Sorry Hunnie, you took too long.” Suho said and chuckled. “Woke him up on my own.”

“Yeah, with your ass on his dick.” Sehun scoffed and Suho shrugged, his hips rocking again. Tao’s head fell back, a strangled moan leaving him.

“Yes Hyung, keep moving.”

“God.” Sehun groaned and turned. “Everyone is getting laid but me! So unfair!” Sehun whined as he left the room, slamming the door behind him. His normal routine of waking the members was ruined. Damn it. It was like everyone was against him sucking cock this morning. He really needed a good cock to suck and tasty cum to drink. At this point in time though he was was giving up. Fuck it all, the morning was ruined!

~*~8:00AM~*~

Sehun sighed as the hot water ran over his head, dowsing him and relaxing his already sore body. It wasn’t even 8:30 and he was already sore. Mainly because he went around, trying to get the members up, but someone was cockblocking him. From Kyungsoo’s angry growls as he protected Chanyeol from the maknae, to Lay’s god awful farts that sent not only Sehun running, but his roommate Xiumin as well.

Sehun should have seen it coming. The moment he didn’t want to wake up this morning should have been his omen that things were going to go horribly; today was not going to be a good day. He had to do something to make this day go better. But he didn’t know what. Maybe corner a member while they were dressing?

Sehun felt arms wrap around his waist, but he ignored them as he continued to think. He would have to get a member alone, otherwise one of the other members would cockblock him again. And he was certainly staying away from Chanyeol this morning. Kyungsoo held grudges for at least half a day. So for the moment, Chanyeol was so off limits that he wouldn’t be able to touch Chanyeol even if he was on Pluto. Just wasn’t happening.

Soft lips pressed to his neck and he sighed, finally lifting his head. “What?” he asked. He wasn’t in the mood for Kai at the moment. He knew it was the other, because only Kai ever came in to take a shower with him. Tao usually stuck with Suho anymore and after this morning, he knew for a fact those two had already showered together.

“What’s wrong SeSe?” Kai asked, tilting his head more to stare at the other. “Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not upset, I’m just….pouting.” Sehun said and sighed. Yup, that’s what he was doing, pouting and planning. Planning and pouting. Though he was pouting more than he was planning because it was hard to plan! The member’s personalities changed so quickly during the day that he wasn’t really sure what to expect. One minute they could be all nice and sweet, and then the next minute they were ready to kick his ass because he had gotten on their nerves.

“Why are you pouting?” Kai asked, chin resting on Sehun’s shoulder.

“Because, first Luhan cock blocked me from sucking off Kris. And then Tao was already fucking Suho.” Sehun complained. “I went to wake Chanyeol and freaking Kyungsoo hyung nearly bit my face off! And Lay hyung gassed me out of his room! The hyungs are being so mean to me today.” he whined.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” Kai said and kissed Sehun's neck again. “You didn’t come to wake me up.” he said.

“Yeah, well after being gassed, I just needed to sleep again.” Sehun muttered and closed his eyes.

“Mmm, well you know, now that I’m in here with you we could-”

“I’m not in the mood right now.” Sehun said and pushed Kai off. “I’ve got to think of a way to get back at those mean hyungs! Not letting me have my fun this morning.” he said and turned to look at Kai. The other stared at him and raised a brow.

“You could have your fun right now if you want,” he said and motioned to himself. Sehun made a face and looked the other over.

“Uh no. You need a shower. You didn’t take one last night after practice like the rest of us.” Sehun said and shook his head. “I don’t suck sweaty cocks.”

“Oh, but you’ll suck cocks that were up other people’s asses?” Kai asked, a bit hurt by Sehun’s comment.

“Well duh.” Sehun said and rolled his eyes. “Silly hyung, it's like a buffet that way. I get more flavors.” he said.

“That is so gross Sehun.” Kai made a face, shaking his head.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” Sehun said and grabbed his shower gel and started washing himself. He was rinsed off before Kai could even attempt to bring up the subject of ‘fun’ to the other. “Well, have fun washing.” he said and passed the bottle to Kai before getting out and grabbing his towel. He left the shocked tan male, door closing behind him as he made his way back to their room so he could start dressing.

His plan was going to be finding a member cornering them. That’s all he could do right now. Sehun was above begging. He would never in a million years beg to have cock, that was for sure. Pulling on a pair of sweats, he grabbed his black tank and threw it over his shoulder as he stepped out of his room. Nothing like being a little sexy to add to his appeal. He moved into the kitchen and smiled as he spotted Baekhyun at the counter, making himself a bowl of cereal. And he was the only one there….perfect.

With a smirk, he walked over to the elder male and pressed up against him. “What are you doing hyung?” he asked, grinning when Baekhyun stilled for a moment before relaxing.

“Making breakfast, what does it look like?” the shorter male said as he poured the milk into the bowl, coating the sugary substance thoroughly. “Do you want me to make you a bowl?” he asked.

“Mmm, no I’m fine.” Sehun said, mouth lowering over Baekhyun’s neck, licking and sucking on the flesh teasingly. “Mmm, hyung tastes good this morning.” he purred, his hands moving to rest on Baekhyun’s hips.

Grunting, Baekhyun elbowed Sehun in the gut and turned from him, shaking his finger at him. “Not today Sehunnie.” he said and grabbed his bowl, leaving a stunned Sehun in silence. Seriously?! What the fuck? Why were the members doing this to him? Sehun lifted his arms and sniffed. Nope he didn’t smell bad. Hell, he just took a shower. And he hadn’t farted, so why were the members running from him? He just didn’t understand it.

He turned when he heard footsteps and smiled. “Xiumin hyung~!” he called out.

“Forget it Sehun.” Xiumin said as he poured himself a cup of coffee and left the kitchen in less than five minutes. Sehun sighed and kicked the chair near him, which was a big mistake. He growled as he hopped around, holding the toe he stubbed.

“What are you doing?” Kai asked as he walked into the kitchen, watching the maknae hop around.

“I stubbed my toe when I kicked the chair.” Sehun hissed out and leaned back against the counter, rubbing the pain from his toe.

“And why did you kick the chair? What did it do to you?” Kai asked.

“Nothing! I’m just pissed! Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung turned me down!” Sehun pouted. Kai rolled his eyes as he moved to the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal and went to the dish strainer and grabbed a bowl.

“Are you still on that? I’m telling you Sehun, if you want some fun I’m right here.” Kai said. “What do I have to do, line up a runway with flashing lights?” he asked.

“Can’t you see it’s not about you?” Sehun asked and stared at his best friend. “These hyungs are suddenly ignoring me, pushing me away and I have to find out why!” he said and stormed out of the room, never noticing the hurt and sadness that crossed Kai’s face.

~*~Noon~*~

Sehun peeked into the practice room and smirked to himself. Good, there was his prey. Even though Lay had gassed him out of his bedroom earlier that morning, Lay was the best target to get to the bottom of things. The hyung was so laid back and chill that he would do almost anything you told him to and he usually didn’t ask questions. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure no one was around before slipping into the room.

“Lay hyung.” he greeted, startling the other from his thoughts.

“Hunnie.” Lay greeted and stared at him a bit blankly. “Aren’t you practicing with Kai?” he asked.

“Oh I was.” Sehun said as he walked over and grabbed a chair. Pulling it up, he sat in front of the other and smiled at him sweetly. “But I thought I would come see what my favorite hyung was doing,” he said.

“F-Favorite?” Lay asked. “I’m your favorite?”

“Of course!” Sehun said, though it was a lie. If he honestly had to pick his favorite hyung it would be Xiumin. The other was really the coolest hyung. No matter what was thrown at him, Xiumin always came out on top and let’s face it, he was a good player too. He ‘stole’ Luhan from him while secretly being with Lay. But he wasn’t going to let Lay know that. He needed the other to believe he was the favorite.

“Awesome. So what can your favorite hyung do for you?” he asked.

“Oh, well you know. A little of this and a little of that.” Sehun said. The confused look that Lay gave him didn’t surprise him. He stood and moved closer, taking the guitar from the other’s hands and laying it carefully on the floor. He lowered himself into Lay’s lap, one leg on each side and stared into the other’s eyes. “This morning has just been horrible, hyung.” he said.

“Yeah?” Lay asked, arms wrapping around Sehun’s waist, holding him carefully. “What happened?” he asked.

“Luhan hyung! He cockblocked me from getting some of Kris.” Sehun pouted. “And then Tao was already fucking Suho hyung and Kyungsoo hyung tried to eat me.” he said and sighed softly. He rested his head on Lay’s shoulder gently, breathing gently through his mouth, letting the hot air run across the sensitive neck of the Chinese member.

“S-Sehun.” Lay whispered and cleared his throat, his grip on Sehun’s waist tightening. “That sounds horrible. But uh...what can I do to help?” he asked. Sehun smirked at the question, his hips slowly rocking down, meeting those very flexible ones.

“I think you know hyung.” Sehun whispered, his lips moving in and brushing against the flesh. Lay let out a strangled moan, his head moving to the side slowly. “Come on hyung. I’ve been denied pleasure all morning. I need something.” he said and grinded down harder. Lay bit his lip, his own hips bucking up to meet the maknae’s. Sehun smirked to himself. He had the other right where he wanted him. Now all he had to do was get them naked and his hard work was going to pay off.

“Make my day better, hyung.” Sehun whispered. “Fuck me.” he purred. He was ready for Lay, ready to feel the other’s lips against his, those nimble fingers working his clothes off and touching his body. What he was not ready for was being pushed so rudely off of the other’s lap and landing hard on his back.

“What the fuck Yixing?!” Sehun shouted and glared up at the pale man that stood, backing away.

“Ugh...I uh...have to go!” Lay said and rushed from the room so fast that Sehun could barely comprehend what had happened. Did Lay really just reject him? What the fuck was that about? Honestly, was he wearing some sort of hyung repellant? Why was everyone just pushing him away?

Groaning, Sehun flopped on his back and stared up at the bright lights of the ceiling. Something had to have happened. Why were they suddenly all telling him no. It’s not like they had a problem with it the other day. What was so different? What the hell was going? Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy sigh and let his muscles relax. He was content to just lay there and pout for a few hours. That would make his hyungs feel bad! Shame on them! Such bad hyungs!

Sehun grunted as he sat up suddenly and glared hard at the practice room door. Instead of waiting, he was going to go and confront them! He wanted answers and he was going to get them right then and there! Climbing to his feet, he left the practice room and stormed down the hall, searching the different practice rooms for the others. He was pretty sure they were having individual practice right now, yet the rooms were empty.

Sehun walked to the main practice room and grabbed the handle of the door and as he pulled the door open, he heard his name falling from his hyung’s lips. He held the door slightly ajar, moving his head around until he could see the group of eleven men gathered around the couch.

“It’s alright Lay.” Xiumin said and patted Lay’s shoulder gently.

“It was so hard to push him. You have no idea.” Lay whispered and ran a hand through his hair. “He just came at me. I didn’t think not giving the maknae what he wanted would create such a...a…”

“Horny monster.” Baekhyun said and snorted. “He cornered me in the kitchen this morning.” he said and shook his head.

“He walked in on me and Suho.” Tao added.

“He helped me wake Kris.” Luhan said and sighed, rubbing the side of his face. “And then he didn’t want to leave. He threw a hissy fit.”

“He kicked the kitchen chair because Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung ‘denied’ him.” Kai said from his spot against the wall. The members fell silent and stared at the young male with a strange look, one Sehun hadn’t really seen them give before. He couldn’t explain it, but it gave him this overwhelming sense of guilt for some reason.

“It’ll be alright Kai.” Suho said. “He’s just stubborn is all.”

Stubborn? Well yeah, Sehun was stubborn, he would have agreed with them to that. But what were they talking about? What was going to be alright for Kai? Did he do something? Did he pull a muscle in his waist? Oh that would be bad. Kai’s waist was already injured, not that anyone could tell when he danced.

“Yeah I know.” Kai said and closed his eyes, head resting back on the wall.

“You know we’re doing this for you Kai.” Kris said. “It’s all for you. So no matter how difficult this becomes, we’re not going to give up.” he assured the dancer, but it didn’t seem like Kai really believed in them. He pushed off the wall and shook his head.

“Suho hyung, it’s alright if I go hang with Taemin for a few hours right?” Kai asked.

“Ah...yeah, just be back by four.” Suho said with a nod of his head. Kai nodded and started for the door. Sehun scrambled away quickly and ran into another room, his door closing just as Kai came out. He heard the footsteps moving down the hall, away from him and he sighed softly. What the hell was going on? This was just getting weirder and weirder. But there was one thing that Sehun knew, it was that the members were hiding something from him. They were doing this on purpose, keeping him away. And it had something to do with Kai, but for the life of Sehun he couldn’t figure out what.

Maybe...maybe the answer lied with Kai. Yeah! He should go talk to the other and ask him what the other hyungs are planning. Opening the door, he peeked out and saw the hall clear. He tiptoed out and headed down the hall and to the elevator. Kai was going to meet up with Taemin, maybe he could get the SHINee maknae to help him as well.

~*~2:00 PM~*~

It was like pulling teeth, trying to figure out where Kai and Taemin went. Sehun had just missed the other when he ran out of the SM building and of course there were fans there waiting. He didn’t feel comfortable going out on his own, so he went back in and decided to call his sunbaes and find out where Taemin was going with Kai.

It took almost an hour before Minho finally got back to Sehun, letting the other know that Kai and Taemin went to a park near their dorm, by the Han River. Armed with his information, Sehun snuck out through the back of the building and headed for the park that the members liked to frequent often. By the time he was there, it was nearly 2:30 and he was tired and hungry. But he was on a mission and he was going to find the answer to his questions.

The park was pretty empty, but it was a weekday. Kids were still in school, most of the adults were at work. Only a very small group of people would be out right now, such as idols and university students. So the time was perfect to be out on their own. And if the fans didn’t see them leave and follow then there was going to be a lot of peace and quiet around for the idols to enjoy the outdoors.

But because it was so bare out, it took Sehun a while to find Kai and Taemin. They were near the back of the park, near the river and were under a tree, just chatting. Sehun was making his way over with determination etched on his face. At least until he caught sight of what they were really doing. They were kissing, full on kissing! In public! Okay, so it was deserted back there, still!

Sehun felt a pang in his chest suddenly and the longer he watched, the more that pang twisted inside of him. His chest felt so tight, it hurt; almost like it might explode. But he didn’t understand why he had these feelings. It was confusing him. What was wrong with him? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he couldn’t stand there and watch those two any longer. He turned and ran off, hoping that he hadn’t been seen by anyone.

But he wasn’t that lucky. Because if Sehun had bothered to turn back and look one last time, he would have seen Taemin and Kai standing, their eyes on him, and he would have seen the shame and guilt written all over Kai’s face.

~*~4:00PM~*~

Kai arrived back to the practice studio right on time. The other members were there, but there was no Sehun, and that worried him. “Where’s the maknae?” he asked.

“Oh, he went home half an hour ago. He said he wasn’t feeling good.” Suho said. “How was your time with Taemin?” he asked.

“Did he say why he wasn’t feeling good?” Kai questioned.

“No. Just that he wasn’t feeling well.” Suho said and frowned. “Is something wrong Kai?” Kai sighed and ran a hand through his hair then.

“Sehun...followed us to the park and...he saw me kissing Taemin.”

“What? You were kissing Taemin?! What the hell? I thought you loved Sehun! We’re beating the boy off with a stick for you!” Luhan growled. “What the hell Kai?”

“It’s not like that!” Kai said quickly. “I do love Sehun. I was...I’ve never kissed anyone. Taemin hyung has and I wanted him to...teach me.” he said and looked away. “I think I just fucked things up.”

“Well, now wait a minute. How can you fuck things up when he doesn’t even know you like him like that?” Chanyeol asked and stared at Kai. “Come on, it’ll be fine.” he said and wrapped his arms around Kai’s shoulders, hugging him. “He probably went home to pout. You were getting some, the rest of us are getting some and he’s not. He’s an unhappy maknae is all.” he said softly.

Kai let out a deep sigh as he leaned against the other, arms wrapping around his waist, holding him tighter. “I hope so,” he whispered. An unhappy maknae he could deal with. But a hurt or heartbroken maknae he could not deal with. Even if Sehun deserved it for always pushing him to the side and going after the other hyungs, Kai never wanted to hurt the other. He loved him too much.

“Come on, let’s go home, clean up and order food. We’ll sit down and talk to Sehun and just tell him what we’ve been doing and why.” Suho said. “With all the misunderstandings out of the way, there’s no way he could stay mad at you Kai, trust me alright?” Suho asked. Kai lifted his head and nodded.

“Good, let’s go.” Suho said and ushered the group from the room. They headed downstairs and piled into their separate vans and headed back home. Kai sat between Chanyeol and Baekhyun, the two hyungs rubbing his back and arms, trying to make him feel better. But Kai wouldn’t feel better until he could talk to Sehun, tell him what he saw was just a misunderstanding and confess his feelings for the other.

~*~6:00PM~*~

Sehun was laid out on his bed, face first in his bed. He was so upset and he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he was with Kai or anything. He shouldn’t feel this sort of sadness. But he did and it was confusing. Why should he care if Kai was kissing Taemin? Those two were best friends after all. So let them be together. But his heart...his heart didn’t want that. His heart wanted Kai. It was confusing.

Was he...was he in love with Kai? But when did that happen? Sehun never had time to fall in love. In between pleasing the members and going to schedules there just wasn’t time. At least he didn’t think so. Maybe there was. Maybe it just happened because he was close with Kai and they spent a lot of time together. That could be the reason.

Sehun grunted as he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. He was in love with Kai. And that’s the reason why he was so upset. He wanted Kai for himself. He didn’t want Taemin to have him! Realization suddenly hit Sehun and he let out a long groan. Fuck! All day Kai was trying to get him to sleep with him. All day his hyung was offering his body and all day Sehun was pushing him away. What if he drove Kai away? What if he was the reason the two had been kissing.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Sehun closed his eyes and let out a small sob. This was it. His chance of happiness was gone. He pushed Kai away and the hyungs were pushing him away. He was alone and it was all his fault. Tears slowly slipped from his closed eyes and rolled down his cheeks as he silently cried himself to sleep.

~*~8:00PM~*~

Sehun groaned as he felt someone shift besides him, waking him from his sleep. He had been in a dreamless sleep, his body just floating in darkness. But now that he was somewhat conscious, the pain of his realization was slowly hitting him once more. And he wanted nothing more but to curl up and go back into the darkness, to forget about all his pain. Because at least there, he wasn’t going to be hurt.

“Sehun-ah.” The voice was so soft, so soothing. It was gentle and coaxing, reminding Sehun of his mother’s voice, only his mother’s voice wasn’t that deep and manly sounding. “Come on Sehun, let’s get up.” he said.

“No.” Sehun whined and pulled the blanket up and over his body. When had he pulled the blankets up? He didn’t remember waking up to pull them up. “Sleepy,” he whispered.

“Sehun, you missed dinner. Come on, get up and eat something and you can go back to sleep alright?” Sehun felt hands touching him and rolling him over. Sighing softly, Sehun opened his eyes and stared up at his leader. “Sehun, are you alright?” Suho asked softly.

“I’m fine. Just tired.” Sehun whispered. He stared at him for a few moments before slowly sitting up. “Alright, I’m up.” he said softly.

Suho smiled and stood and helped Sehun out of his bed. “Come on, we saved you some dinner.” he said and led the maknae out of his room, down the hall and into the living room where the other members were gathered spending ‘family’ time as Suho loved to call. Sehun sat down in an empty chair, and watched as Suho disappeared into the kitchen. From the small noises the other was creating, Sehun knew his food was being warmed up and he smiled at that. Suho was always so nice and kind, taking good care of them all. He was the best leader they had.

Taking a moment, Sehun looked around the living room. Most of the members were watching the TV, laughing at whatever stupid show that was on. A few of them were talking silently amongst themselves, or on their phones. When his eyes landed on Kai, all the pain of his previous thoughts came rushing back and he looked away quickly. He curled himself up in the chair, trying to make himself as small as possible. He ruined everything between him and Kai and now he was going to be reminded of that for the rest of his life, or at least for the rest of the time he was in EXO.

“Here.” Sehun jumped at the voice and looked up.

“Thanks.” Sehun took the offered plate and sighed. Picking up his chopsticks, he started eating, a smile spreading over his face. It wasn’t take out, it was home cooked and he loved their home cooked meals the most. Absorbed in eating and savoring every bite he took, he didn’t realize that the TV was turned off or that the members were watching him closely.

“Sehun.” Sehun looked up, eyes moving to Chanyeol.

“What?” Sehun asked, mouth full.

“We need to talk.” Chanyeol said.

“Okay.”

“All of us.” Chanyeol said and motioned to all the males in the room for clarification. Sehun looked around before lowering his plate and swallowing his food.

“Okay.” he said slowly. “Did I do something?” he asked.

“No, it’s just….” Chanyeol trailed off.

“We want to talk to you about what’s been going on today.” Suho said and looked down at Sehun. Sehun frowned and shook his head, sighing.

“What’s there to talk about?” he asked and started eating once more.

“Sehun, you need to understand we’re not-”

“Understand what?!” Sehun snapped and looked up at Suho, glaring. “That you don’t like me? That I’m not needed?! I got that message loud and clear today. So just save it.”

“Sehun, that's not true. We do like you and we do need you.” Luhan said.

“Bull shit.” Sehun growled and stood, plate falling to the floor.

“Sehun!” Suho wrapped his arms around Sehun before the other could escape back to his room. “Stop it please!” he pleaded. “We’re not lying to you. Please, you just need to listen for a moment.” he said. Sehun stilled in the other’s arms, eyes closing slowly.

“Sehun we love you, you’re our maknae and a precious member of our group. We never want to hurt you.”

“Yeah? I still don’t believe you.” Sehun whispered. He felt so tired now, so weak. He knew another breakdown was on its way, and he didn’t want to have it in front of his members. He wished Suho would just hurry up with his little speech so he could retreat back to his room and cry in peace.

“Sehun, we're doing this for you!” Suho said and pulled back and stared at him. “So you can be happy!”

“Happy?! How is this making me happy! Everyone was pushing me away!” Sehun shouted.

“We’re doing it because someone loves you! Do you think it’s fair that he has to watch as you crawl into our beds every day, while he sits there and waits for you to notice him and his feelings?!”

“Who?! Who sits and waits?! I please everyone! And if I’m not doing a good job why doesn’t he have the balls to tell me himself?!” Sehun growled. He was angry now; tears were slowly pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“Me.” Sehun turned and stared at Kai as the other stood.

“Kai?” Sehun asked before frowning. “What are you doing? Do you think this is funny? You love me?”

“Yes.” Kai said softly.

“I would expect this from someone like Chen,”

“Hey!”

“But not you Kai.” Sehun whispered. “Why would you want to hurt me like this? Tell me you love me when I know you don’t.”

“Sehun-”

“I saw you with Taemin!” Sehun interrupted. “What are you trying to do, cheat on him with me? I’m not going to be the ‘other woman’.” he growled.

“Well I mean you kind of are.” Baekhyun said softly.

“Shut up!” Sehun snapped at the other and even though the informal language angered Baekhyun, he kept quiet.

“Sehun you got it all wrong.” Kai said.

“How could I get it wrong when I saw you with my own eyes kissing Taemin?!” Sehun asked. He glared hard at his friend, watching the way his face contorted. He wasn’t sure what emotions ran through Kai, they went by so quickly that he didn’t have time to even count how many he went through before the other was stalking towards. Sehun was a little scared of what the other might do to him, but he stood his ground. His pain, his anger overshadowed his fear of the other.

“I kissed Taemin so I could do this.” Kai said as he grabbed Sehun’s face and pulled him into a searing kiss. Sehun’s eyes widened, staring at Kai’s face. The other was staring right back into his eyes and Sehun got so lost in them. There were so many feelings running through those dark orbs, most of them mirrors of his own feelings. Pulling back, they stared at each other, silent except for their heavy breathing.

“Kai.” Sehun whispered.

“I love you Hunnie.” Kai looked him over before sighing. “Honestly, I thought maybe you would have figured it out by now, especially with all the offers I gave you today. But you kept pushing me away.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Sehun apologized. He was stupid, so stupid. And he realized just how stupid he was. He looked down, afraid now. What was going to happen? Was Kai just going to leave him then? Pretend the kiss didn’t happen? Was it a parting kiss? Sehun didn’t want to think that.

Fingers slid under his chin and lifted his head up. He met Kai’s eyes once more and blushed as Kai leaned in and kissed him once more. It was a gentle kiss this time but it still had Sehun going weak in the knees. Reaching up, he gripped the front of Kai’s shirt, holding him tightly as he leaned into the kiss. Kai wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist, pulling him closer against him as he deepened the kiss, tongue licking gently at Sehun’s lips. Sehun parted his lips and a moan left him as the tongue slipped into his mouth, filling it more than he ever thought. Kai’s tongue filled his mouth more than any cock he’s ever sucked and it amazed Sehun.

A throat was cleared and the two pulled apart, a small flush on their cheeks as they looked back at the other members who were watching. “So, if you’re going to continue, please do so in your room.” Kris said. “Unless you're willing to share him.” He grunted when he was smacked and looked at Luhan. “What? Oh we’re still on that? Come on, you know the maknae has great cock sucking skills.” Kris said and grunted as he was smacked again. “What?!” he whined.

Sehun laughed as Kris was smacked repeatedly by Luhan. It was finally clicking in his head, why the members had pushed him away, taking care of things on their own. It was so he and Kai could be together. And he was thankful for that. But that still wasn’t going to stop him from playing with the other members. Only now he had someone else to help him, or watch him...both were turn ons in Sehun’s book.

“How about you show me just how good of a cocksucker you are.” Kai whispered, turning his attention back to the other. Sehun thought for a moment and nodded, smirking.

“Let’s go then.” Taking Kai’s hand, he led the other down the hall and to their room, closing the door behind them.

“Right...so who has the earplugs?” Chanyeol asked.

“Why would we need those? I want to hear.” Chen said and grinned, licking his lips.

“Ugh, you would.” Kyungsoo said and rolled his eyes, but was already up and following after Chen, the two sneaking down to listen.

“You know...they don’t have such a bad idea.” Kris said and stood.

“Are we seriously going to do this?” Suho asked.

“Of course!” Tao said happily, following the other bodies.

~*~10:00PM~*~

Sehun pushed Kai down on the bed once they were safely in their bedroom. Their lips met in a hungry kiss as hands grabbed at different pieces of clothing as they tried to rip the articles of clothing off. Skin was pinched in the process and they pulled apart. “That’s not smart.” Sehun said and rubbed his side. Kai chuckled and shifted on the bed, leaning over and kissing the spot gently.

“Sorry.” he said and Sehun shook his head.

“It’s fine.” Sehun looked Kai over and smiled, hands moving to touch the exposed chest. He had seen the other naked many times before, this wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time that this was going to mean something more between them. And that alone made Sehun nervous. Kai gripped his wrist and Sehun stared, watching the way his hand shook as the other lifted it and kissed it.

“You’re shaking.” Kai whispered and stared up at him. “What’s wrong Hunnie?” Sehun blinked and shook his head, giving a small, forced laugh.

“I don’t know. I guess…” he trailed off and looked away. “It’s different now. It’s not just sex.”

“Why isn’t it?” Kai asked, confused by the maknae’s words. It was sex. Or at least, it was going to be sex if they could get to it.

“It’s not. It means more.” Sehun said and looked back at Kai. “You mean more to me now than before and I’m just….nervous,” he said. Kai let out a chuckle and released Sehun’s wrist. His arms wrapped around the male’s waist, pulling Sehun closer, the other’s ass resting firmly on his lap.

“There’s nothing to be worried about. How many times have we already fucked? I know what you’re like, you know what I’m like. It’s fine.” Kai tried to reassure the other, but one look at Sehun’s face, he knew he hadn’t actually succeeded.

“You love me though.” Sehun whispered.

“And you love me, don’t you?” Kai asked. Sehun bit his lip lightly and nodded his head gently. “So then there is nothing to worry about,” he said. He reached up and stroked Sehun’s cheek gently, letting his fingers guide over the smooth, nearly flawless skin. He pulled Sehun down into another kiss; gentle and soft. As their lips molded together, the passion between them intensified. A moan left Sehun as Kai forced his tongue between his soft lips, licking at his tongue playfully. Kai gave a small buck and Sehun groaned deeply. Sehun wrapped his arms around Kai’s neck, holding him close as he flicked his tongue against the dancer’s, teasing it as he rolled his hips over Kai’s. He could feel Kai’s hard cock pressing against his ass and it sent sparks of pleasure coursing through them. Lifting himself up, Sehun opened his pants and wiggled out of them quickly, kicking off his boxers as well.

“God you’re so hard baby.” Kai whispered. He reached out and wrapped his hands around Sehun’s cock and stroked him quickly, pulling heated moans from the maknae as he bucked into his hand.

“Kai...please.” Sehun panted and grunted. Kai gave a squeeze before releasing him.

“Come on babe. I thought you were going to show me your cocksucking skills.” he said and smirked. Sehun glared and shifted off of Kai’s lap.

“Yeah, yeah. Pushy.” he said and chuckled. He reached down and pulled down Kai’s sweatpants, smirking as his cock sprang free quickly. Kai never was one to wear underwear if he didn’t have to. Kai kicked off his pants and settled back on the bed, legs spread and inviting. Licking his lips, Sehun lowered himself and licked over the fat head slowly.

“Fuck.” Kai breathed out and Sehun smirked. He ran his tongue over the head again, dipping teasingly into the slit. The cock twitched under his touch and he chuckled. “Damn it Sehun, suck it.” he groaned.

“Make me.” Sehun said as he looked up at him. Kai growled and tangled his fingers into Sehun’s hair and forced the other’s head down. The head of his cock pushed past Sehun’s more than willing lips and he hissed out at how hot and wet his mouth was. The suction started almost immediately and Kai bucked up.

“Fuck baby. That’s it. Just like that.” he panted. Sehun’s mouth worked over his throbbing length, licking at the underside while sucking quickly. Sehun took more and more of the hard flesh into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out. The suction became so tight that it had Kai crying out, bucking up quickly into the other’s mouth. “Oh shit! Yes! Fuck you’re gonna make me cum!”

Sehun gave one last suck before pulling up and chuckled. “Not yet hyung.” he whispered. Shifting, he crawled up Kai’s body and kissed him deeply, hips rolling quickly, their cocks rubbing together in heated friction. Sehun could feel his cock twitch against Kai’s as the pleasure coursed through him. He was so hard and so horny. He had been denied all day any sort of pleasure from the others and now, he finally had the one person who always made him feel wonderful; the one person who always understood him. “Jongin….please.”

Kai smiled, hands guiding Sehun's hips up and closer. "What do you want, Sehun?" He asked softly. "Tell me so I can give it to you." Sehun's face flushed deeply and smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Take me." He whispered over his lips. Kai pressed against Sehun’s lips once more, moaning softly as Sehun moved over him, the head of his cock sliding between the maknae’s cheeks. “I need you.” Sehun whispered as he pulled back, staring down at the other.

“I need you too.” Kai answered, hands moving to grip Sehun’s ass, parting his cheeks as he rubbed the tip of his cock against his hole. He could feel it twitching against his head, a small moan leaving him. He wanted to be inside the other so much. Sehun groaned and lowered himself down on Kai’s cock, a deep moan leaving him as the pleasure spiked through him quickly.

“Shit. Kai.” Sehun whispered. He licked his lips and slowly moved over him, bucking harder and faster, clenching tightly around him. Kai hissed out and bucked up, burying himself deep into Sehun.

“So tight. Fuck.” Kai panted. He stared up at Sehun and smirked, pulling the other down into a deep kiss. Sehun let out a small whine and lifted himself up and slowly lowered himself back down. His hips worked quickly, rolling as he drove Kai deep inside him. He loved the way the other’s cock felt inside him, stroking his walls. It was setting his nerves on fire and he wanted more, so much more.

Tan fingers gripped tightly at Sehun’s hips as Kai slammed up harder and fast. Sehun cried out, his head falling back as Kai’s cock pressed in deep. “Yes! Oh fuck harder!” Sehun shouted in pleasure. Shifting over his lap, Sehun braced himself on Kai’s shoulders and lifted himself before dropping back down. A deep groan left the maknae as Kai’s cock pressed deep inside of him, nudging his prostate.

“That’s it. Bounce baby.” Kai panted. He ran his hands over Sehun’s back, just feeling the other as he rode his cock. The way his muscles flexed and moved, it only turned Kai on even more. Sehun leaned forward and captured Kai’s lips in a deep kiss, tongues colliding together as they explored each other’s mouths. Kai shifted his hips, pressing into Sehun’s prostate head on and the male pulled back, crying out loudly.

“Oh right there! Yes Kai! Fuck!” Sehun panted heavily as he bounced quickly on the other’s cock. Between his bouncing and Kai’s thrusting, Sehun felt like he was on cloud nine. The heat inside him was building so quickly and he knew he was reaching his peak fast. It was the first time in a long time he felt he could cum this quickly. But there was just something about having Kai to himself and knowing the other loved him just fueled his pleasure.

“Ah~!” Sehun cried out as Kai wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, stroking it quickly. Sehun groaned and pleaded as he bounced faster. The double stimulation was just too much, and the moment Kai swiped his thumb over the slit of his cock, he jerked and came hard. His walls tightened around Kai, the other crying out in pleasure.

“Shit! Sehun!” Kai gasped and gripped Sehun’s hips tightly, thrusting up hard into the other. Cries fell from Sehun’s lips as Kai thrusted into him more, helping the other ride out his orgasm. He gave one last hard thrust, pushing himself deep into Sehun and he came hard.

Sehun panted and groaned, slouching forward, arms wrapping around Kai’s neck. “Shit that was good,” he muttered. Kai let out a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist. He fell back on the bed and sighed, shifting around trying to get comfortable.

“Damn it, stop.” Sehun pouted as he slipped off of Kai and laid next to him. He rested his head on Kai’s chest, kicking his feet under the blankets to keep them warm as they snuggled. “Better.”

Kai smiled and reached up, stroking his head gently. “I love you Hunnie.” he whispered. Sehun glanced up at the other and smiled.

“I love you too hyung. Next time, just tell me. Don’t involve the other hyungs.” Sehun muttered, sighing contently as Kai pulled the blankets up and over their spent bodies.

“There won’t be a next time. You’re mine now.” Kai said and pressed a gentle kiss to Sehun’s forehead.

“Damn right I am. Which means no more kissing Taemin.” Sehun huffed. Kai laughed and shook his head.

“Then no more having sex with the other members.” Kai countered. Sehun raised a brow at that and shook his head.

“That I can not do. It’s a maknae’s job to fuck all his members.” Sehun said.

“Your job?” Kai asked.

“Yeah, it’s written in the Maknae Rulebook.” Sehun said with a firm nod. Kai let out a deep laugh and shook his head.

“Well fuck me.” he said.

“Sure.” Sehun said with a grin and Kai rolled his eyes. “How about we work together, tag team them?”

“Well.” Kai said and thought for a moment. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have Kris’s cock inside me.” he said. Sehun grinned and hugged him tightly, kissing him deeply.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Sehun asked.

“No, but now you have.” Kai said and chuckled. “I love you too Sehun.” he said. Sehun smiled and kissed Kai once more before settling back down on his chest.

“Let’s sleep.” Sehun muttered. Fingers ran through Sehun’s hair slowly, lulling him to sleep.

“Okay. Night Hunnie.” Kai whispered, his eyes already drooping.

“Night…..Jongin.” Sehun muttered out, already half asleep. Kai laid there for a few more minutes, listening to Sehun’s soft breathing, before he too drifted off to sleep, both completely unaware of the show they gave to their very much appreciative members.

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