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marshmallow-phd · 16 days

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A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

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

Part: 1 I 2 I 3

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

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

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

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

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

Wait.

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

“You should go to sleep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But only for a moment.

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

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

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

“Go to sleep.”

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

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

And you were furious.

How dare he come here! How dare he–

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or they would simply take advantage of the isolation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tap, tap, tap.

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

Tap, tap.

You looked up at the window above your head.

Tap, tap, tap.

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

Then, it took shape.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I blocked the door," you explained casually.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your steps faltered. "Controlling yourself?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who’s house is this?"

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

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

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

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

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

Your stroll in the moonlight stuttered to a halt.

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pascaloverx · 2 months

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FELLINGS — EXO K.J

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario.

PREVIEW CHAPTER TWO

The damn dress I bought just won't close. The zipper got stuck halfway and you don't know how to force it without tearing your dress. You spent a good part of your afternoon doing bridesmaid things. Your apartment doorbell rings, alerting you that you are terribly late.

"I'm coming." You speak loud enough for whoever is at the door to stop ringing the doorbell. With your dress still open in the back, you open the door, coming face to face with your boss. Kim Jongin rarely is late.

"With all due respect, don't you think it's a little aggressive to try to steal the bride's spotlight?" He says as he enters your apartment, you smile embarrassed. He has no idea how what he says affects you, which is good.

"Actually, the bride chose this dress without me. Now I'm trying to get into this shit but I can't. Do you mind helping me?" You say, turning your back, waiting for Kim Jongin to help you. He doesn't respond at all. But you feel his hand go down your back, making its way to the zipper. Finally he closes the dress for you and when you think it's done, you feel him approach your neck as if he's going to kiss you there. But actually he just smelled you.

"Your scent must be the most delicious scent I've ever smelled." He says as you turn to face him. You don't know what to say, so you ignore him and go to the bathroom to finish your makeup. He follows you there and out of the corner of your eye, you watch him.

"Are you going to behave?" You ask and almost immediately he smiles mischievously.

"If I don't behave, will you punish me?" Jongin speaks in a rude tone and you turn to look him in the eyes.

"If you don't behave, sir...I'll resign and you'll be left to fend for yourself." You say, looking seriously at him, who even seems to like your answer.

"I prefer a good old punishment. But I'll try my best today. I mean, I'm going to behave so I don't have to lose you." He says, approaching you and extending his hand for you to get up from the chair in front of the dresser.

"Do you think I'm well dressed? I feel like this dress wasn't made for me." Luna has always had a unique style and let's say fashionista when it comes to clothes, as for you...you usually wear what makes you comfortable. And that dress doesn't make you very comfortable.

"I told you. You're stealing all the attention. At least stealing all of mine attention." And he says this with zero intention of being with you. It's impressive.

"Let's go. Luna will kill us if we get there after her." You say, taking your bag and heading towards the door. Jongin comes right behind you and the two of you quickly go to the dinner location of the engagement dinner. Everything about the place was stunning. Sehun, Luna's fiance was next to her taking photos.

You're not sure what to do, it seems like all eyes in the beautiful banquet hall for the engagement dinner are on you. Everyone is watching as you and Kim Jongin enter, almost as if you were expected. Amid smiles and sideways glances, you both walk in. Suddenly, Jongin grabs your waist, leaving you confused. Until you notice the exchange of glances between Luna and Jongin, realizing that he's using you to make her jealous. Jerk.

"You know, I've always suspected there was something going on between you and Luna. But using me to make her jealous is low, even for you." You whisper in Kim Jongin's ear. From afar, no one would suspect that you're cursing him out. They might even think you're whispering something naughty in his ear.

"Y/N…" He starts to speak but is interrupted by the newlyweds who came to greet us. You had to compose yourself because you didn't want Sehun or Luna to notice that you're angry with Jongin, even though Luna is part of all this.

"I was starting to think the maid of honor wouldn't show up for the party, huh, Y/N? You know Luna can't live without you." Sehun says as he approaches to hug you and Jongin. You notice a strange exchange of glances between the groom and your boss, but you brush it off.

"In her defense, the maid of honor had to look beautiful for her best friend's special day." Kim Jongin says as he greets the bride and groom. The weirdest part is that Sehun seems tense because of your boss.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here after telling my fiancée you loved her in that damn call." Sehun says, almost lunging at Kim Jongin. You feel the need to find an excuse to lighten the mood of the party before things escalate into a fight.

"Listen here, buddy…" Kim Jongin begins, but you interrupt him, shifting the spotlight of this conversation onto yourself.

"What Kai means is that he mixed up his messages. He was drunk, dialed the wrong number, and ended up mistakenly declaring his feelings to Luna." You say. Perhaps this is the worst excuse you've ever given in your life.

"And how do you know that?" Luna asks, sounding genuinely surprised that you've come up with such a almost convincing excuse for Jongin's declaration.

"Her and I are engaged. We just didn't want to steal your moment." Kim Jongin says, catching everyone off guard, including you. And then he kisses your cheek, and you smile.

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wonwoosthetic · 2 years

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Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 13 |

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word count - 7.2k (I stopped this chapter at a point where a good cliffhanger would be, but I already wrote more, so expect the next chapter within the next few days because I CANNOT wait anymore)

warnings - fighting, screaming, court stuff, cursing, the usual

A/N: there's a lot of court stuff in this chapter, more detailed interactions coming!

"Suck my dick,”

Coming into the office the first Monday after the trial was... different. You could feel the judging eyes from the other CEOs and office workers that never left your form while you made your way across the foyer, as well as the concerning looks the staff member sent you. As much as Wonwoo and Mingyu had tried to keep the lawsuit as low profile as possible, it didn't work. No money in the world could've stopped the words from travelling so fast. In no time, after the first day of the trial, every businessman in the Republic of South Korea knew about the "Exodus-Oksan case". Every businessman including your father. Who, speaking of the devil, had been tormenting you with phone calls ever since the weekend. Now, no different. Your phone had been ringing non-stop ever since you had woken up. In front of the elevator of the office building, you decided to put it back into your pocket before taking a deep breath and letting the events of the past weekend play through your mind.

"He's my cousin."

The statement that drew all attention towards you. The three men's wide eyes were fixed on you, their brains still clearly working through the words that had left your lips. Mingyu started looking around, dazed and confused out of his mind as to what you had just said, while Jihoon took a deep breath, his hands running across his face with his fingers pressing the bridge of his nose. You knew, your body was misleading you, but it felt as if everyone's attention was suddenly on you. As if every single person in the room had heard you and was now staring at only you.

"Your-" But before Wonwoo could finish his exclaim, the clerk's voice echoed through the room,

"All rise," making you direct your concentration towards the front of the room. You did as told, getting up from your seat and straightening the invisible creases on your dress. Unfortunately, you couldn't help but to let your eyes drift to the right, past Wonwoo and Jihoon, and Jeonghan on the other side, and immediately meeting Chanyeol's cold gaze. The smug grin on the lips you once couldn't stop kissing, made you want to punch him. How were you able to ever get deceived by him? Well... you knew... but you hated to think about it - if you could delete one memory from your brain, it would be the two years you had spent with him. No interaction and no time you had to spend with your father could come near to the regret you felt when thinking about how much time you had wasted on that asshole you once called boyfriend.

You quickly snapped your head back, but not without him noticing, boosting his ego just a tad more.

The clerk continued, "This court is now in session. Honourable Judge Kang Eun-bi now presiding." As soon as he was finished, another officer opened one of the doors on the wall opposite of you, revealing a middle-aged woman in her court outfit. She looked old enough to be your mother, with a kind smile on her lips, instead of the stone-cold expression you were expecting.

The nerves made you lose every last bit of focus you had left, leaving you in your own little world in your head, only to be brought back to reality when you felt the gentle touch of a hand on your back, pressing against it. Looking to your right, you were met with the crouched forward positions of everyone next to you as they were bowing to the judge, who had just entered the room. You thanked the CEO in your head for reminding you of doing the same and copying them, greeting the older lady politely. Before you could get too comfortable with the soft contact on your back, you brushed his hand off, forgetting all the people that were sitting behind you, and prayed that no one had noticed. Wonwo's head turned to the left, looking at you with scrunched eyebrows, confused at your reaction, but you ignored it and kept your focus straight ahead.

"You may be seated," Miss Kang spoke up, making everyone sit back down before she continued, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We will now be welcoming the jury that the representing attorneys Yoon Jeonghan and Lee Jihoon have chosen two days prior to this case, which saved us quite some time, so thank you, gentlemen." She read out loud from the papers in her hand, making sure that her voice was loud and clear for everyone in the room to hear.

You were asked to stand up again before the officer from before opened a different door, ushering the people in the jury to their designated seats. Just like you remembered being told, you kept a kind smile on your lips, making sure not to change your facial expression too much and to seem natural throughout this day. As soon as the jury had sat down, you were able to take a seat again too, directing your gaze back to the judge sitting slightly higher up than any of you.

Your hands were placed on your lap, their fingers intertwined as you hoped it would keep you from picking at your skin or nail polish - so far, it had been working.

Miss Kang looked around the room, greeting the people of the jury kindly before taking the pieces of papers back into her hands, " This is a civil case brought by Exodus Entertainment charging the defendant Oksan & Co. with deliberate infringement of copyright. Exodus Entertainment is represented here today by the CEO Park Chanyeol and the Directing Manager Oh Sehun, and the CEOs Jeon Wonwoo and Kim Mingyu, as well as the COO Yoon Y/N, will be representing Oksan & Co. in this court." You all nodded along to her speech.

"Mister Park claims that Oksan & Co. has made an identical copy of an Exodus Entertainment product and is currently using this on a commercial scale, which is contributing to the sales of the defendant's company as we are speaking."

Your ears perked up at the last few words. That... was not right... was it?

You dared to take a look to your left, finding Mingyu's side profile as he had kept his gaze to the front. You lowered your head, hoping not to bring too much attention to your action, and leaned in slightly, hoping he would take the hint when you nudged his leg with your finger. He reacted a little too abruptly for your liking, but you didn't comment on it.

"I thought you took the app down?" Your statement sounded more like a question, as you were still wondering, still hoping that you remembered the conversation you had a few days ago correctly.

The co-CEO tried to nod as unnoticeable as possible and reached forward to take a pen into his grip, gathering a piece of paper in his other hand. After finishing what he wrote, he let the paper slide towards you.

'We did. She has false information.'

Right as you were done reading his message, he wrote another line.

'And don't speak. Don't even whisper. These people see everything.'

Both of your gazes met as soon as you lifted your head again, and he only sent you a warning glance while you nodded your head in defeat, having to hold back a sigh. While the two of you were stuck in your conversation, the judge had spoken to the jury and explained their job for the duration of the trial. You were brought back once the sharp voice of your cousin reached your ear,

"I am," he answered Miss Kang.

Your cousin. Yoon Jeonghan. You still couldn't believe it. Your own cousin, against you. Once again... Against the company he so desperately wanted to work with. Well, he used to, in the past. Before-

"Is the defence ready?" She asked Jihoon, who was quick to stand up,

"Yes, your Honor," before sitting down again.

The judge nodded, "Great. Then we will get started with the opening statements. Mister Yoon," she ushered him to the front, "If you'd like to begin, please do so."

With his signature smile, he pushed back some of the long hair and stood up, grabbing everything he needed to make his way over to the podium in the middle. Jeonghan knew he had the attention of the entire room. You knew that too. And it terrified you because you knew him. You've known him ever since you were born. And you knew just how mischievous and manipulative he was. There was a reason your family called him Loki Yoon. You used to laugh about that name when you were younger, thinking it was so cool and always wanting to be like him, but now... now there was nothing funny or cool about that anymore. It was frightening.

"Your honour," he started, sending her a personal little smirk before turning to the people on the side, "members of the jury. My name is Yoon Jeonghan, and I'm here to represent Park Chanyeol and Oh Sehun in the name of Exodus Entertainment in this case. My clients right here are hardworking men. Very hardworking men even, who have built up their own company from nothing. Four years ago, they didn't even have the name Exodus Entertainment. All they had was a dream and the will to create something. They wanted to create something new, something innovative. They wanted to rewrite the music business history as we know it. And that's how Exodus Entertainment was born. All thanks to the hard work of these two young men." He knew how to speak well - something he had always been good at. Jeonghan had also left his original position from the podium and had approached the jury. You remembered an e-mail of Jihoon's in which he had asked you to read into the antics attorneys have to pave their way into the jury's hearts. You had kept it in your memory so well because he also told you to use some of these tips. Every little amount of empathy you could possibly gain could have a massive impact on the outcome of this trial - and your cousin knew exactly just how to get there.

"All of this hard work, just to get taken away by someone else. How is that fair? It isn't. My clients have experienced disrespect and theft." While he continued with his opening statement, you were almost tempted to close your eyes to not roll them from all the bullshit that kept coming from him. The way he defended these two amazed you, but then again, you remembered who you were up against, and all three of them on the table next to yours would fit into the same cupboard if you had to put each one of them into one.

Thankfully, Jeonghan finished quicker than expected, or maybe time just seemed to pass rather quickly - either way, you were thankful - and Jihoon was asked to come forward. You sent him a big smile before he left you, taking his place behind the podium.

"Your honour," he started the same as Jeonghan, just like every lawyer gets taught at uni, "ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my name is Lee Jihoon. My clients are the COO of Oksan & Co. Yoon Y/N and the two CEOs Jeon Wonwoo and Kim Mingyu, and I'm here to defend what happened to them. This case is about fraud," he raised his voice, gaining more attention, "It's about false claims. It's about hurt, and it's about revenge. The day had started nice, and casual for Yoon Y/N. The two CEOs had gone on a business trip, leaving all their trust in their excellent and well-educated COO, whom they knew would take good care of the company she had been working for ever since she was a student. Miss Yoon was doing her position justice when the plaintiff decided to turn her world upside down and showed up early in the morning, greeting her with the notice of a lawsuit. As Miss Yoon has been working in the advertising department of the company, she wasn't yet too familiar with the content of the other departments and Mister Jeon and Mister Kim's companies. So, how was she supposed to defend herself against a man, that had been in this business for multiple years? She couldn't, but still had to face it and did so with confidence."

Unknowingly, your hands had freed themselves from each other, and your fingers were back to picking at the nail polish you had put on the evening before. Listening to Jihoon's opening statement made you feel slightly more at ease - or at least you thought so, but your actions spoke otherwise. The man to your right seemed to notice as in the next second, you felt the roughness of his palm against your skin, keeping your hands apart. Immediately, you intertwined your fingers with him, finding comfort in the touch. Wonwoo was surprised at the sudden action, looking down at your hands before raising his head, hoping to meet your eyes but those were fixed on the lawyer next to you, speaking loud and proud. You were quick to notice the glance on you and lowered your gaze to find the man looking gently at you. A quick smile was exchanged before you re-directed your attention again, an uncomfortable feeling spreading in your stomach. At the same time, you noticed your intertwined hands, acting on it just as quick and releasing his hand from yours, putting your own back into your lap. You missed Wonwoo's eyes that didn't leave where your hands had been merely seconds ago, but he brushed it off.

"What happened to Oksan & Co. was very surprising for everyone involved as no one was expecting it, yet we are here today, ready to defend what is right. Therefore, members of the jury, after you will have heard the evidence, we are confident that you will make the right decision. Thank you very much." He ended his ment. One of the jury members started clapping his hands, but as soon as he realized no one was following, he stopped and put his hand away in shame, earning him a quiet chuckle from the room.

"This is not a concert, so there's no need to clap sir, don't worry," the judge joked light-heartedly, hoping to ease the tension. She seemed like a kind woman - a kind woman with a good heart that would make the right decision if needed. But you remembered that at the end of the day, it wasn't her that you needed to convince, but the other ten people on the side that seemed to like Jihoon but who could guarantee that they would like you...

The judge cleared her throat to continue, "So, we will take a ten-minute break before continuing with the cross-examination. To the jury: please do not talk about this case in the meantime or engage in social media or internet activity. Thank you. You are excused." When she stood up, everyone followed with the action, waiting for her to leave the room, before the jury did so as well - after that, the rest of you were able to get the hell out of there finally too.

As soon as you took the first step out of the room, a heavy breath tumbled from your lips, suddenly you felt like you could truly breathe again normally, and you didn't realise just how suffocating that compact space was to you.

"Alright," Jihoon's cheerful voice rang through your ears, "First part done! Well done," you could hear him patting the back of, who you assumed to be, one of the CEOs as a deep chuckle followed. There was a moment of stillness, only the dull voices from the spectators filling the background before the lawyer showed up right next to you. "Well done you too, Y/N," you felt a comforting touch on your forearm as he tried to help you ease the anxiety that was damming up inside of you. You only answered him with a nod and tried to get yourself to smile, but hardly anything could be seen.

Within a second, Mingyu came into the frame as well, "Are you okay?" Clearly directing the question towards you. Your hand had found its way to your stomach, holding onto something you weren't quite sure of what it was. You raised your head and met the eyes of the two men who were looking at you, desperately waiting for an answer while the only thing holding your body up was the wall behind you.

"The world... hates me. Officially," you gazed into thin air, catching the people passing you only briefly. "As if Chanyeol wasn't enough," your voice was only a whisper as you let your head fall into your hands, ready to scream all of your frustration into your palms.

"Y/N," the co-CEO sighed, taking a few more steps closer to you, until he was able to get a hold of your hands, taking them into his to get a look at your face, but you quickly turned away. The familiar tight feeling made its way up your throat, but before you could even say anything, another person bet you to it.

"Crazy that we somehow always find each other in situations like these, don't you think?" Jeonghan chuckled, suddenly showing up out of nowhere behind Mingyu and Jihoon. You knew he was talking to you, but you ignored him, keeping your head to the side.

"Sorry?" The young lawyer answered him instead.

Your cousin's eyebrows shot up in wonder, "I just find it funny," he continued to keep the smirk on his lips.

This time, Mingyu turned around as well, his hands still holding onto yours, "And what exactly is so funny about this trial?"

For a second, Jeonghan turned quiet, before returning to his normal self, "Ah," he slapped the upper arms of both men, "No sense of humour, I see, I see. Oh, well," another disgusting chuckle came from him, "Then I won't disturb you anymore. See ya later!" Before he finally disappeared.

It was your turn to take another deep breath, this one being shakier than the one before, and the co-CEO was quick to notice.

"It's okay," he tried to assure you, but you immediately shook your head, not even letting him continue.

After a big gulp, you trusted your voice enough to speak, "No, Mingyu. Nothing is fucking okay. First Chanyeol, now my devil of a cousin. The last missing piece would be my father."

"Oh god, don't say that," he murmured, his hands running up and down your arm. He was trying his best to comfort you, and at that moment, you couldn't have been any more thankful, but it only worked so little for the amount of anxiety that you carried.

Jihoon sighed, "I hate to be that person, but I need to know more about Jeonghan, Y/N... the way you reacted makes me a little nervous, not gonna lie."

"Can you not say that?!" You snapped at him, making him take a step back, "if you're nervous, how the heck am I supposed to feel?" You wondered in a whine, throwing your head against the wall.

"Alright, listen," Mingyu pulled you, making you look straight at him before you snatched your arms out of his hold, staring at him with an unamused facial expression. "You're letting them get to your head. That's exactly what they're trying to do. So stop."

You rolled your eyes, "I know that... and that's easier said than done."

"I know...," he sighed, "But... everything's gonna be fine."

You nodded hesitantly, knowing there was no way you'd be getting this man off your back unless you agreed with him, so you decided to just lie for the time being. You spent a few moments just quiet standing next to each other, another question tickling the tip of Jihoon's tongue and he couldn't help but to ask it - it was his job as your lawyer after all.

"So... what exactly did Yoon Jeonghan mean with that you always meet him in situations like this?"

You gulped. As if you hadn't already kept enough from them, now also this... there really was no end to your misery in sight.

"Jeonghan and I... we...," another sigh came from you, "The last time we saw each other was also in court."

"You've had a trial before?" Jihoon's eyes opened wide, while Mingyu just stared at you in shock.

"Yeah... that's why I hate it...," you shook your head and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "His father, my uncle,... sued my dad... and it didn't end well for us..."

"Why did he sue your father?" He questioned you more.

"I'm not sure, I don't think he ever explained it properly to me, but it had something to do with a position he didn't get in the company. I think, my father promised to make him COO, but then chose his friend over his brother and oh well... boom, lawsuit. Jeonghan and I were called in as witnesses... it was stupid, but my dad lost quite a bit because of that."

"So your uncle won?" Mingyu wondered.

You nodded, meeting his eyes, "Unfairly, yes, I found that out later. They faked a lot of documents, but neither the judge nor the jury ever found out about that, and we had a shit lawyer back then."

"Unlike we do now," the co-CEO grinned, sending his friend a wink, who just shot him a disgusted facial expression in return, making the younger man's face go blank within a second.

"But that's why I'm so scared of Jeonghan," you shout-whispered, gaining their attention again, "This man was raised and taught by the best manipulator. He knows how to trick people, that's literally what my entire family knows him for..."

"Well, that's good to know," the lawyer sighed and put his hands in his pocket, shaking his head in disbelief.

Mingyu opened his mouth to speak next, but there was someone else who beat him to it.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," Sehun made his presence known, raising his hands in defence, "But you might want to check up on your friend."

The three of you looked at him, confused at his comment before meeting each other's eyes, but quickly looking at him again. And then it hit you. You were so stuck in your own little bubble, that you didn't notice the other man that was missing.

"What, why?" The panic in your voice made Mingyu and Jihoon realise the same, especially once Sehun pointed to the two men that were standing a good few metres behind him where no one else was - dangerously close to each other.

"I think Jeon's about to smash Chanyeol's head into a wall, to be honest." The moment those words left his lips, the three of you sprinted towards the duo, leaving the Directing Manager to tag along.

"Wonwoo!" Mingyu shouted out, gaining the attention of the man, who just raised his hand, showing you his palm to shut you up, making all of you stop in your tracks. But even from your position, you were able to catch the words coming from them. Even with the slight height difference, Wonwoo, who was just a bit shorter than Chanyeol, seemed slightly more intimidating. The realisation surprised you when you remembered just how scared you once were of the taller one - you were never scared of Wonwoo. Intimidated? Maybe. But Chanyeol terrified you.

Chanyeol chuckled at something Wonwoo had said, "This is ridiculous, I'm not going to fight you here-"

"Yeah, I figured that," Wonwoo scoffed, letting instant panic errupt in your stomach and making you start to hit Mingyu's arm, who flinched at the sharp contact,

"Stop them!" You hissed at him.

"What? Why me?" He threw the question at you, to which you could just answer him with a 'are you serious?' look, wondering, in your head, if he knew that out of Jihoon, him, and you, he (a 6ft3 man) would probably be the best defence option in a fight between a 6ft3 and 6ft tall man.

While you were about to argue back to the co-CEO, who was a good head taller than you, the voices of the two CEOs going against each other only got louder.

"We can end this right here, right now, if you really want to," Chanyeol's familiar warning voice echoed through the big hallway, where more and more people seemed to have started getting interested in their interaction.

"Guys," you tried to interfere with your voice that came out too quiet for them to notice, or maybe they did but decided to ignore it.

"Oh, yeah?" Wonwoo chuckled, "Glady," and provocatively pushed the taller man with the palm of his hand. Within the blink of an eye, Chanyeol held Wonwoo by the collar of his suit jacket, pushing his body closer and grinding his teeth.

"You think this is funny?" A salty chuckle left his lips, "Oh, I can do this so much better, you know? You wanna hear about all the times I was inside of h-" before he was able to finish, he was pushed back once again, this time with a lot more force, making him stumble. Wonwoo had already raised his arm. His hand curled into a fist, ready to throw the first punch. You were quick enough the push the two men on each side of you forward, while you stepped between the fighting duo. There wasn't much space between them, but once they were pulled apart slightly, you made your way in between them, standing a little too close to Chanyeol, than you'd like to. You pushed him back, making him stumble a little bit as he didn't expect your action.

Mingyu got a hold of his best friend's hand, holding it tightly, while Jihoon was struggling to keep the other arm behind his back.

"Wonwoo, stop," the lawyer warned him.

None of you noticed the big step Chanyeol had taken towards you, his large hand grasping your arm tightly, making you jump and turn your head in his direction.

"Since when do you go all big balls and step into a fight? Care to join?" He smirked, not even budging when you tried to fight yourself out of his grip.

"Let. Me. Go," he hissed through your teeth, trying to get his disgusting hands off you - but he just laughed at your antics. He laughed at you struggling underneath his strength. Just like he also did all those years ago.

"Y'all really made her go wild. She used to be so tamed back in the days," he patted your head in a degrading way, sending a shudder down your spine. With your back turned towards your team, you missed Jihoon and Mingyu desperately trying to hold back the young CEO, but him almost managing to free himself from their hold.

"Suck my dick," you spat at him, deciding there was no other way but for you to do the following thing - trusting your defence intuition. Before he could answer, you had raised your foot, made sure it was right above his one before slamming it down, letting the heel dig into his foot. A groan tumbled from the CEO's lips as his grip on you loosened, and a proud smile made its way to your face. As much as you hoped that would give him the message, it very sadly didn't. With a smirk, he raised his head again, locking eyes with you right away,

"No, thank you, but I know you'd love to do that with mine, huh?" And that's one of the many cons of standing in front of the most toxic ex, you could've ever asked for - having to listen to bullshit like this coming out of his mouth. You didn't like to admit it, but the way his face had gotten so close to yours made you feel like the small little girl you were when you started dating him.

Before you could react though, you felt someone rush past you and rush over to Chanyeol. The only thing you caught were the voices of Jihoon and Mingyu, shouting a quick, "Wonwoo, no!"

But Wonwoo quickly had him in the same hold he was only a few seconds prior. The two men stumbled against a wall, Okan's CEO having a tight hold on the older guy. He pushed his upper body against the hard surface a few times, mumbling something you couldn't understand. Chanyeol kept a smug grin on his face, seemingly amused by what was happening.

Jihoon and Mingyu were once again running towards their friend, you behind them. They were about to try to get a hold of Wonwoo, but the security guards of the building were faster. The two men were pulled apart harshly and dragged through the corridor towards the room you had just been in, but they were still close enough to growl at each other.

"You have no idea what I can do Jeon, so don't even try." Chanyeol laughed at his face.

Wonwoo shook his head, "And you apparently don't know who you're talking to."

Whatever they said after that was out of your reach since the doors to the room were closed again.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips - the two men on your side followed right after.

"What the fuck was that...," you murmured in disbelief. What was he thinking?!

Jihoon had trained you to perfection to know exactly what to say and what not, even what to do and what not. And now that... Wonwoo had let Chanyeol do exactly what he always loved doing, you could tell. The number of times your ex had managed to rile you up was uncountable at this point, but you didn't think the CEO would let that asshole get to him so easily.

"He's such an idiot, I swear to god," Mingyu cursed under his breath, shaking his head in the process and running a hand through his hair.

Jihoon copied his action, "I don't even want to know where this will get us to."

You were too afraid to ask after hearing those words from the man with the most confidence out of all of you, but your mouth was quicker than your brain, "What's the worst that could happen?"

The lawyer sighed, "Another lawsuit, suspension from the court, dilation of the trial... too much, to be honest. But it depends on who started it, and that will be hard to-"

"Jeon." The sharp voice showed up again. Standing right in front of you, Jeonghan with his usual casual stand, slightly tilted back, chin raised, and his hands in his pocket. Next to him was Sehun, his hands also hidden, but his head was slightly lowered as he tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

"Huh?" Mingyu wondered out loud, crossing his arms in front of his chest as a defence mechanism.

Your cousin chuckled, "Chanyeol wouldn't be so stupid to start such a thing. I heard everything. Jeon just let his feelings get into the way. Easy prey," he shrugged.

"His feelings?" It was your time to speak up, confused by the use of his words, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you, making you turn your head to the right, meeting the dark orbs you had found so much comfort in.

"Don't listen to him," the co-CEO shook his head. His comment made Jeonghan laugh and stumble slightly. For an overreaction, he put his hand on his stomach,

"Oh, how cute. The protection squad. Ah, guys... you're really gonna make me cry from laughter." Instead of you stopping him though, it was Sehun that stepped in, placing a hand on his shoulder,

"We should go," nudging his head towards the door that had re-opened again.

Jeonghan turned around, taking a quick glance and finding the security guards ushering you inside, "Ah...," he sighed, "Well then. Let's see where this will go," sending you a quick sarcastic smile before making his way back to the room. Sehun followed him, but not before bowing slightly towards you and excusing himself.

"At least they have one guy with manners," Jihoon commented on the Directing Manager's actions, to which you nodded, wrapping your arms around your torso,

"He never fitted with Chanyeol anyways. It always surprised me that they were friends." You left them with these last words, crossing the floor to be back in the room that had started to feel like a prison cell to you. Just as you were about to enter, you turned around, waiting for the two to catch up, and went in once you had them by your side.

"How could you be so stupid?!" You shouted once you were sure no one was around to hear you.

"Y/N-"

"No!" You stopped him with the point of your finger, "What went through your fucking head?! Is this what you wanted?! To drag this on forever? Now we have to wait even longer until this shit is finally over!" All the frustration that you had stored throughout the rather short day had finally broken out, and you couldn't hold it back - you didn't even try to.

Everyone had just gotten released out of the courtroom after a short notice by the judge. Most people had left the building, but you dragged Wonwoo to a quiet corner, ready to let all of your baggage out on him.

Due to the "sudden burst of testosterone", as Miss Kang called it, she had decided to postpone the rest of the trial to a new date. It was only a few days later, but still... that would mean that the entire process would be longer than it should have, and who knows what could happen the next time those two men were in the same room again.

"I didn't-"

"You didn't think! That's what you did!" You should've let him finish his sentences, you knew that, but there was no way you could do that in that moment of rage. "You can't just act on what your first instinct tells you to do."

"My first instinct wouldn't be to fight," he spoke with a more calm voice than you, hoping it would get you to lower your tone as well.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Clearly. Then what was that? You actually thought about what you were about to do when you were this close to hitting him?" You exaggerated your comment with a pinch of your fingers.

Wonwoo just nodded and crossed his arms in front of his chest, "It's what you do when you want to defend someone."

"Who were you defending? This is what we have Jihoon for. This isn't our job. And that type of defence has no place in a court." You repeated the words from Judge Kang when you were in the room, listening to the post-scolding the two CEOs had gotten.

"Thank you for reminding me," he sarcastically answered you. Wonwoo made sure to ignore your first question as he also knew you probably had no interest in the actual reason for his action.

His comment made a desperate chuckle leave your lips, "Well, I don't know if her words really reached your brain."

The two of you fell into a moment of silence. It started with you sharing a glance, but his sharp eyes made you break the eye contact, switching to look down at your feet. Suddenly, your breathing felt like it was a lot louder than usual and you hoped he didn't notice, but he was way too focused on something else.

Wonwoo was the first to break the silence, "Listen," his soft tone made you look up, "We're just going to come back again in a few days and then it's over, alright? We would've had to come back anyways."

"But the next trial wasn't supposed to be about this. It should've been the last one and only for a few minutes. Now, God knows how long it's going to take." He could tell how annoyed you were. Everyone would be able to hear it from your voice. But there was nothing he had to feel bad for. He was only defending what was right - right in his head.

You didn't notice how close he had gotten until his hands found their way to each one of your upper arms, squeezing them softly in a comforting way. The short distance between the two of you didn't feel uncomfortable. Neither did his eyes that bored into yours. His eyes. Dark eyes. Eyes that you used to want to avoid at all cost. Now suddenly you found yourself comforted by them. Even though they usually would hold so much coldness, there was a little spark in them. Something warm that made you feel at ease.

"So what? Now we get to spend some more time in this wonderful place together," he smiled down at you, but you squinted your eyes,

"Do you think this is funny? Are you getting a joke out of this?"

Your question made him chuckle, "Trust me, I'm one of the last people right now that would want to be in a room with that Park prick, but we're in this together, and we have great people on our side." You sighed and nodded. He was right. You had supporting people right there with you, which shouldn't make you have to worry, but with Jeonghan and Chanyeol on the other side, it was easier said than done. You let his words go through your head once again, when-

"One of the last people?"

Wonwoo smiled with a nod and took a step back, the spot where his hands had been now exposed to the cold air again. "I think you're the last person that would want to be in the same room as Park, right? Well... and I'm one of the last people now. But I can catch up, I think."

His statement made you grin, "Oh yeah?" You wondered, holding back a chuckle, "You think you could hate him more than me?"

The CEO shrugged, "Maybe. But it won't be easy to top, right?"

You shook your head, the smile still on your lips, "I have quite a lot of experience in that department, you know?"

Wonwoo grinned, “Hating on CEOs? I know.”

Before you could answer, Mingyu showed up from around the corner, seemingly happy to have found you, "There you are!" He exclaimed, coming closer to you with big steps, "Jesus, we've been looking for you. You guys are good to go?" You nodded and followed him back to where he came from, forgetting the other man who stood still. Before you rounded the corner, you stopped and turned around to call out for him,

"Wonwoo? You coming?"

He snapped back into reality and nodded, catching up with you quickly and following you to finally leave that hell of a building.

As soon as the elevator arrived, you stepped in, letting your back hit the wall and a deep sigh tumble from your lips. Your phone was still vibrating in your pocket, and God... it felt like it was sucking out the last amount of energy you had left with each vibration. As if the day before hadn’t already been draining enough, now you had the non-stop calls from your father that didn’t leave you to rest.

Cornered by your own thoughts, you almost missed the voice of a lady and the rushed sounds of her heels clicking against the floor, "Please keep the door open!"

You were quick to react and stopped the doors with your hand, peeking your head outside to see the woman running inside, a kind smile decorating her face.

"Thank you, dear," she spoke up, clearly out of breath with one of her hands on the wall supporting her weight.

"It's okay," you answered her, copying her facial expression. "Where to?" You question her further, pointing towards the buttons once she looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"O-Oh," she straightened her back, trying to get something out of her bag hastily, "I didn't check. Ehm... Oksan & Co, please. But I don't know the floor... wherever the CEO is, please," a nervous chuckle left her lips.

You sent her a surprised gaze, "Oh, that's where I'm headed too," and lowered your hand from the buttons again. A quick rush of anxiety shot through your body as you tried to think of if you may have overlooked any dates in your calendar. Any meetings? Meetups? But nothing came to your mind, so you just continued to fake a calm exterior, while sweating to death on the inside.

She was gorgeous - an incredibly elegant lady. With her smart dress, creme pumps and beautiful handbag, she could be one of the richest businesswomen in South Korea. Oh, God... you prayed she wasn't. That would only make this situation so much worse if you didn't recognise her. The way she held herself was something you desperately aspired for. She seemed like everything you'd want to be.

"Ah, great," she smiled, "Do you work there?"

You nodded, "Yes, I'm the COO. Yoon Y/N," extending your hand for her to take.

The woman suddenly looked at you very surprised, but couldn't answer straight away as the elevator stopped, signalling for the two of you to exit the small room and enter your designated floor.

When she looked at you, you were finally able to catch a proper glance at her face. Something seemed familiar about her... her sharp eyes...

She accepted your reached-out hand, and the two of you continued your walk together. "Oh, you're Yoon Y/N? He could've mentioned how beautiful you were," speaking the last words more to herself, but you still caught them.

"He?" You wondered.

The older woman chuckled but raised her hand, "My ex-husband, I'm sorry you ever had to meet him. I wish, I could've warned you, but I had no idea."

As you had reached your office, you stood still, glancing at her in confusion, "Sorry? Your ex-husband?" That words didn't ease your nerves in the slightest but made them so much worse. You also had noticed the emptiness of the office floor so early in the morning but were more than thankful as it would give you more time to settle in and prepare yourself for what was to come. But there was one thing that you weren't prepared for.

Something seemed to have clicked in her brain, "Oh, oh my god, right, I'm so sorry," this time, it was her who extended her hand, "I forgot to introduce myself, excuse me, dear. Jeon Chaewon."

"Jeon?" Your eyebrows shot up at the mention of her last name. Is she-

"Mum?" The familiar deep voice echoed through the open room, making the two of you turn towards the office of the CEO, who was standing in front of his office with shock written across his entire face.

You were only able to look at him with the same facial expression.

Mum?!

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EXO AS DADS SERIES | SEHUN VER.

Word count: 1401 Author: Maari Summary: A series of what exo would be like as a parent, from discovery to growth

Father of a cutie little boy!!!!

Ok so he and s/o wouldn't be thinking too deeply about it

Right they want a child but don't have a well-planned effort

Sehun wouldn’t notice the differences in his s/o

Well, he saw that she got more beautiful but didn’t thought it could be something else

Although even vivi has noticed

So to catch him by surprise, s/o decided to record his reaction when opening the box she set aside.

And oh my God he has no idea what's going on

Would look confused at the test inside the box and spend a good 5 minutes trying to decipher

Like it's the hardest thing in the world

Would argue because he thinks it’s a cov!d test and has to fly to a fashion show that same week🤣🤣

And she would look so discredited and confused at him like “Sehun, I’m freaking pregnant”

And he would be like “from who?”

“What you mean from who? YOU, dummy.”

“oh...OH. OH!!!” sehun pikachu shocked face

But don't get it wrong, even if he doesn't react or doesn't know what to say, he'll be happy. Extremely.

So his s/o should expect him being protective 24/07 since day one!!!

He would also accompany her on all appointments

Would be completely confused on ultrasound because he cannot see the baby as the doctor is describing

But the moment he listens to the small and strong heart, it would be hard to hide the tears.

And when the doc said that it’s a boy, he would giggle proudly and happily

Would probably go back to the house kissing his s/o's hand 🥺

And while she is too busy with the million things she needs to do with the baby, Sehun is planning to propose in secret

Like he got caught by surprise then he will do the same with her

But it wouldn't be any surprise

He would buy a house, decorate it all, including the baby's room, and take his s/o blindfolded

With the excuse that it would just be dinner

And when he took the blindfold off her BAAM “this is our home, you wanna marry me?”

And she would cry, thrilled of course because she hadn't expected it, but deeply touched that the house was exactly what they had both planned.

She would be like “you can't do this to me, I'm pregnant, I might pee myself”

And he would just look at her with a smile of pure pride because he got what he wanted

And of course she would say yes, half crying half smiling

I feel like Sehun would feel everything that his s/o feels too

Like motion sickness? He woke up feeling that.

An uncontrolled hunger? He would eat with her without even realizing it

Oh and he couldn't watch her throw up without feeling the urge to do the same

The bond they have, plus living together, would be much stronger.

Spending nights lying in bed while he caresses her belly and vivi is lying between them 😭

Kisses her forehead. Every. Single. Day.

Always to remember how much he loves her because he realizes how emotional she is these last few days

The first kick, she would stop in the middle of the house with her hand on her belly and a shocked face, Sehun had just arrived home when he saw the scene and of course he was already desperate

“The baby is coming already?” he would ask, already thinking about the maternity bag that they hadn't even organized.

“No, he just kicked me”

He would look with such a wonder and drop everything he had in his hands to place on her belly, to feel it too

“I want a kick too” and would probably scream when felt something

After that he would keep his hand on her belly at all times and say that the baby is kicking more with him

“That’s just me laughing, Sehun”

“You lying”

Do you remember when I said that he’s super protective?

Yeah well, his s/o should expect him making a judging face to anyone that wants to touch her belly

“Can they stop touching you? The baby just kick with me, they don’t have to try it”

And even if his face was serious, his pout would be so cute that she would just laugh

They say boys are always born earlier than expected

So the day before they had scheduled the labor, they would be in bed ready to sleep and talking about how their lives had changed

And sharing the insecurities, he assured her that he knew she would make a great mother even if inside he was scared too

Then they would both feel the bed get wet

“Honey, if you wanted to go to the bathroom I could have helped, you know” he was going to joke but when he saw that she didn't laugh, as she used to do, he was worried

“I think my water broke”

Man not even the flash would have gotten out of bed as fast as Sehun

He would take anything he thought was important to take to the hospital with them while he looked for his car keys and she would just look at him with a "why are you so desperate?" face

“If we are not fast, he will be born in the car. I've seen it in a movie.”

“It's still going to be hours before he arrives and put that dryer down, Sehun”

I can see him calling everyone that the baby came early as he drives to the hospital

Like “Hyung, the baby is coming WHERE ARE YOU?”

His expensive cars make a lot more sense now and it was the perfect excuse for him to race

He would try to tell her to calm down but in fact he would be trying to calm himself

Wouldn't leave her side for fear the baby would come too fast and tell her to grip his hand if she was in pain

Would regret saying that because her grip was too tight

He would have been much more worried when the doctor said they would have to do a cesarean as the baby wasn’t in the right position

And would probably pass out when saw the baby coming out

He would justify after it was from emotion

But the moment he woke up in the hospital and went to see her in the room, holding the baby, he would cry

More kisses in the forehead of both of them

Would be desperate to hold his son but scared because he doesn't know how to do it

But the baby would fit perfectly in his arms 🥺

When the members arrived, he would be learning to bathe the baby and would have a proud smile on his face.

Until his s/o said he passed out and they started making fun of him 🤣

But he wouldn't even care because he had everything at that moment, his family

The return home would be quick and without many complications, the baby was healthy

I think sehun is the kind of dad who will put his son to sleep and end up sleeping together, like, he would put the baby on his chest and they would both be drooling when his s/o shows up

But it’s kinda cute

Changing diapers wouldn't be his favorite chore, I can see him cover his nose with something so he can't smell it 🤣

But he would be a fun father

The type who plays with the baby in the bathtub more than bathing the child, who dances for the baby to give a toothless smile, who holds the baby on top of the vivi to pretend it's a little horse

He is the father of small details, each evolution and new discovery with s/o and the baby transforms him and makes him much happier, fulfilled

Dress the baby up as if it were him and they are the cutest father and son in all of korea 😭

The son would be so close and so connected that his first word would be daddy, and s/o wouldn't be upset because she sees the effort he makes to be a good father

And even though he's a playful dad, he's a great dad🥺

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rancidtae · 10 months

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ARCADIA'S LULLABY / the reboot

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

Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content.

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

meet the characters

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

So, here it is:

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

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

CHAPTER 1: NIGHTCALL (OUT NOW)

CHAPTER 2: AFTERHOURS (OUT NOW)

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

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s0fars0perfect · 11 months

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something i will never get over is the fact that netflix never renewed the show Busted! for a fourth season, even after the brunt of Covid passed

"but there were idols on that show!" "most of the cast were well known actors!" "it couldn't go on forever!" I AM AWARE. but they fucked up in the beginning by not changing the cast more noticibly between seasons 1 & 2, therefore everyone got attached AND they didn't even end season 3 properly! i'm still mad about it!

they should try renewing it with a new cast, maybe just to wrap it up in a more satisfying way, and i would stop being so upsetti, but i don't see that happening anytime soon

#the chemistry between sehun and seunggi was palpable #also sese were the literal best #besties for real #i want more crimes solves in dumb ways #i want more stupidity and nonsense #i want the show back #it's my favorite #i've watched the whole series twice already #busted!

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wolveswithblackpearls · 2 years

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fruity season day 27: Sehun & litchi

Eating well is a form of self-respect.

~ Admin J

(I don't own the pictures but did the edit.)

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writingstuffandmore · 2 years

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Hey fam...

The requests are open for all groups I write for and if there is any member of other group that I haven't written for, you may send in the request.

Also, I have started doing 'roleplays' as well because of a few requests through the dms or anon texts. So, if you guys are interested, I can add a few rules and stuff...

Have a lovely day everyone. Please try to take care of yourselves people... Stay hydrated, healthy and happy :)

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youngshiney · 1 year

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oh there is one thing i forgot on my Exo plan post: Baby Don't Cry K ver should have been every member like M ver was AND Playboy Chinese ver should have been the M members + Sehun instead of Kyungsoo. Minseok/Yixing should have taken Kyungsoo's parts (and part of Jongdae's) and Sehun should have been the second rapper on the track

#my thoughts #how i would run sm series #Sehun being honorary M member is something i will never let go of

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papermatisse · 2 years

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Oasis || O.SH (II)

♔ pairing: superhero!sehun x f!reader

♔ genre: fluff, angst, crack

♔ word count: 4.7k

♔ warnings: profanity, violence

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

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

series masterlist || main masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Necromancer.

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

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

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

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

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

Green?

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

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

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

"Can we expect another major battle this month?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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marshmallow-phd · 23 days

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A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

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

Part: 1 I 2

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart leapt. "He's–"

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

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

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

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

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

You swallowed thickly. "And after that?"

The only answer you received was a smile.

"You can't keep me here!"

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

*****

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

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

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

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

You took another random left turn. And stopped.

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

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

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

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

"Doors only move when one opens them."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How did you do that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dinner is with us."

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

He motioned with his head. "Come."

"I have to change."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Has everyone else eaten?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can't keep me here!"

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

"You might enjoy it here," Baekhyun hummed.

"I doubt it," you snapped back.

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

You swallowed nervously. "Yes."

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

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

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

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

"My aunt is expecting me."

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

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

Junmyeon sighed. "Yixing.”

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

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

"Finished already?" Jongin teased.

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

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

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jazzaiko · 1 year

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The fateful night (200 words)

Pairing: Chen/Sehun Rating: General Tags: anime AU (Fate/Stay Night), magic, summoning, Master!Jongdae, Archer!Sehun

Prequel to Resolve

Written for @shine-on-fest

archiveofourown.org/works/42227793

#sparkandshine #sechen #sehun #jongdae #anime au #fate stay series #magic #exo fics #exo fiction #jazzaikofics

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lovelyhan · 1 year

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— down bad (so so bad) ⟢

it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not.

★ FEATURING; seungcheol x pet-sitter!reader (ft. exo's sehun just 'cause LOL)

★ WORD COUNT; 5.7k words

★ TAGS; friends to lovers, lots of denial, a twinge of fluff, smut

★ WARNINGS; graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; if u see me reposting this for the third time, no you didn't!!!!! JDKFGDJFKGGH i'm so sorry i should be working on one last enemies 2 lovers request, but the influx of kkuma content in seventeen street got the better of me,,

this is part of the doting on you! series.

★ SMUT TAGS; getting caught, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, dom!seungcheol, praise kink, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty thing, princess), reader is touch-starved AF

★ SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi - @asjkdk - @stariightjoyy - @jiniesclub

★ SEUNGCHEOL TAGLIST; @changk6un - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx - @noveniadelia

You spend a lot of time convincing yourself it’s not a big deal.

Because it most definitely isn’t. You live in a part of the city where there just happens to be a lot of idol and celebrity residences nearby, and ever since you’ve established yourself as a pretty decent pet-sitter, they’ve been enlisting your services much more than you initially expected.

But for some reason, every time the leader of that boy group whose dorm is right across the street comes to you with the most spoiled baby princess in his arms, it suddenly becomes a big deal. A huge, ginormous, larger-than-life—

“Hey.” Seungcheol grins, already dressed for today’s schedule from the looks of it. “I heard Sehun-hyung dropped off his dog yesterday, but we kinda have to squeeze in a last-minute shoot this afternoon, so…”

As if privy to the mention of his name, Sehun’s dog—a Bichon named Vivi—barks from your living room. He takes a peek behind the entryway to curiously peer at who’s at the door, but doesn’t make any moves to come out altogether. His presence makes Seungcheol’s dog, Kkuma shrink into her owner’s arms, almost whining.

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that. You’ve played with Vivi before, right?” Seungcheol coos and you have to stifle a laugh at how he adjusts the pretty bow on her head before turning back to you. “So, uh, is it alright to double book you? I’ll be back for her tonight. Promise.”

Normally, you would’ve refused. Though you work from home, you don't want your attention spread too thin when you’re looking after a client’s pet. This is one of the main reasons why you mostly just pet-sit one at a time, but it’s as if the universe is intent on using your silly attraction to Choi Seungcheol against you—your usual terms and conditions be damned.

“Yeah, I think Sehun’s picking up Vivi later this afternoon, so it’s no big deal,” you reassure him before petting Kkuma affectionately. “You wanna go on a walk with Vivi later, Kkuma?”

Seungcheol told you once that his precious daughter is extremely picky about who gets to pet her and who should maintain a one-meter distance at all times. So when Kkuma has obviously taken a liking to you right off the bat, he knew she was in safe hands. Not to mention the assortment of positive reviews he’s heard about you from other idol friends in passing—he’d be an idiot not to ask for your help when you literally live right across the street.

Lucky him that you’ll do anything for him if it meant you could have the pleasure of seeing Seungcheol right at your doorstep—flashing you that adorable, dimpled smile before he drops off or picks up his only child from your care.

Not like he has to know any of that, of course.

“Oh, thank you so much,” Seungcheol groans with relief, shifting Kkuma into your arms before patting her head reassuringly. “My dad was supposed to pick her up from the dorms today, but something came up at home and he couldn’t make the trip. I owe you big time.”

You chuckle at his gratefulness all while your heart swells as Kkuma nuzzles your chest. What an adorable little thing. “You know my bank account, Seungcheol-ssi.”

He shakes his head with a laugh. “I know you’re just messing around but really, you can call me Cheol. I think I’ve called in enough favors from you to be familiar at least.”

“Those aren’t favors, Cheol. You literally pay me three times more than you have to whenever Kkuma comes over,” you half-jest, startling a little when you notice Vivi circling your legs as he tries to sniff at the dog in your arms. “Anyway, shoo! Won’t you be late for your schedule? I’m sure a playdate with Vivi is just what Kkuma needs to kill the time.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he sighs before leaning forward to take Kkuma’s face in both of his large hands—pressing a loving kiss on top of her head. “You better be good, okay? Oh, I’m gonna miss you so much, baby.”

Kkuma’s tail wags at her father’s blatant affection and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face. No matter how many times Seungcheol baby talks to his kid before taking his leave, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing such a side of him up close.

“Daddy’s gonna be back for you tonight. Promise. Oh, by the way, her vet put her on a sodium-free diet for a while, so don’t give her any treats. And…”

As Seungcheol fusses about Kkuma’s newly imposed feeding schedules and hands you a backpack full of pet care necessities, you find yourself zoning out—your head ringing with that one word that’s always made you a little flustered every time you heard it from Seungcheol’s mouth.

“You get any of that?”

You blink, acutely aware of how Vivi has stood up on his hind legs, pawing at your thigh as he attempts to lick Kkuma’s face. When you realize that you’re just standing there like an idiot as Seungcheol waits for a response, you let out a dry laugh before setting Kkuma down on the floor.

“Yep, I only have to feed her once. Strictly two scoops. Not that I see you sticking to the feeding regimen though,” you tease while receiving the backpack from him.

“You got me,” Seungcheol chuckles again. “Can’t ever say no to my princess when she gives me the puppy eyes and asks for another scoop. Luckily, you’re the one looking after her today, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take care of it.”

Once Seungcheol finally takes his leave, you let out a long-winded sigh—pressing your back against your front door as Kkuma looks up at you with those big, dark eyes. Vivi seems to have made his way back to the living room after the initial curiosity and you’re glad that you don’t have to round up two energetic pups when your heart is still pounding in your chest.

To your surprise, Kkuma walks up to you, nuzzling your leg with a whine.

Laughing, you sink to your knees to give her a few scratches underneath her ears. Dogs can be so attuned to a human’s emotional distress, it’s a little amazing.

“What does it feel like to be able to call him daddy?” you joke as she lays on her back for some belly rubs that you have no problem giving.

The moment the question slips from your lips, you find yourself groaning again as you recall the tight fit of the black turtleneck Seungcheol was wearing today. How it accentuated all the features the fabric was meant to emphasize. You can only imagine how it would feel like to be caged in those big, beefy arms—

Kkuma jolts from her comfortable position on the floor when you suddenly shoot back to your feet, but you only feel half as bad for startling her.

You’re down bad. So ridiculously bad.

Sehun comes over to pick up Vivi about an hour after you got home from their walk.

Like most of your clients, he usually shoots a text before dropping by, but he must’ve forgotten the usual protocol. So when you hear your doorbell go off while you’re in the middle of watching idol fancams on your TV, the internal panic is very much warranted.

Vivi bounds straight into his owner’s arms the moment Sehun comes through the door and starts licking his face. You smile to yourself despite clearly looking disheveled from how comfortably you’ve been lounging in the living room, but you’re sure Sehun doesn’t mind.

“Oh? He’s got a little playmate?” He raises an eyebrow when Kkuma waddles over to help herself to some of his attention too. Despite how he looks, Sehun gives Kkuma a few pats. “Hmm… Isn’t this Seungcheol’s kid? Or is it Seungkwan’s? Mingyu’s? Their dogs look all the same to me sometimes.”

You snort before handing him Vivi’s bag of necessities that every doting pet owner has up their arsenal. “You were right the first time. I’ve never pet sat for Mingyu before and I’m sure Seungkwan’s dog is in Jeju with his family.”

He nods in understanding before locking Vivi’s leash in place. “I see. Wouldn’t be surprised if they started to have you look after their pets too, though.”

When Sehun’s all set, you both discuss payments and he gives you his word that he’ll have the money wired into your account when he gets back to his place. But just when you’re about to send him and Vivi off, he pauses—glancing at something behind your shoulder.

Curious, you whip around to see what caught his attention and—

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you stammer before throwing your arms out as if that’ll obstruct the view this six-foot idol has of your television screen. “I left YouTube on autoplay and I guess it paused when you arrived, and…”

Lies. You were in the middle of watching every single one of Seungcheol’s fancams before Sehun arrived and paused whatever was playing on screen. It just so happens that it slipped your mind that the screen froze at a very tantalizing part of his HOT fancam.

You’re not sure how you’re going to explain to Sehun that you don’t usually watch your clients' fancams like some closeted fan, but thankfully, he’s always been discreet about a lot of things.

“Right,” he says, obviously unconvinced but seems that he won’t press further. “Well, we’re gonna head out now. Jongin-hyung might give you a call in the next few days, by the way. He’ll be busy promoting his solo debut for a while and Kyungsoo-hyung’s growing tired of all the fur in his apartment.”

You nod swiftly, glad to have another business prospect right after this one just concluded. “Gotcha. See you again, Sehun.”

Once you’re all alone, you carry Kkuma to the living room—laying her down on the plush cushions of your couch before plopping helplessly right next to her. Thank god it’s Sehun who unknowingly bore witness to something so embarrassing. If it was Jongin, he never would’ve let you live it down.

But instead of wallowing in your shame, you unpause the video on screen—watching Seungcheol’s fancam in front of his daughter without another thought.

Kkuma doesn’t seem all too interested, immediately curling herself into a ball right next to you before promptly dozing off. You don’t get to see it though, since your eyes are glued to the screen.

Surely the jury won’t condemn you too badly for biting the inside of your cheek whenever Seungcheol sticks his tongue out with a smirk, right? This is an idol who’s spent nearly a decade in the industry—if not more. Of course he’s got the art of fanservice ingrained into his bones.

But just when you told yourself that this is the last one you’re going to watch before hopping in the shower, you end up viewing a couple more of his fancams first until you make do on that self-imposed promise.

This one’s a clip from their most recent fan meeting, you think. A DON QUIXOTE performance that’s been circulating around social media for the better part of the month. While you’re not that well-versed in their group’s discography, you happen to like this song a lot specifically because of how raspy Seungcheol’s voice is whenever he raps his parts.

When he decides to unclasp a piece of fabric that’s been getting in the way of choreography, you have to bite back a groan when he practically throws it on the stage with that domineering air he never fails to showcase during their performances.

You press your thighs together, hyper aware of the heat that’s sizzling in between before casting Kkuma a guilty stare. Though she’s just a dog, you still feel a little bad about lusting after her dad while she’s sleeping right next to you.

You’re not even sure what’s got you so worked up today. This isn’t the first time Seungcheol dropped her off in person so you’re not sure why you’re feeling this horny from a few fancams alone. Shark week must be drawing near.

Either way, you end up quietly easing yourself off the couch so as to not wake the sleeping princess on your sofa—turning the TV off altogether before making a beeline for your bedroom to grab your towel and a change of clothes.

If there’s a more opportune time to take a shower and wash away the impurities infesting your body, it’s now.

But just as you’re about to head to the bathroom, your phone goes off on the coffee table. You pout a little when Kkuma stirs from the sound of your ringtone—looking around sleepily for the source of the noise.

“Sorry about that,” you coo before settling back beside her, running a hand across her smooth fur.

When you glance at the caller ID, your heart nearly plummets to your stomach.

“Hey,” Seungcheol’s deep voice flits into your ears when you take the call, sounding all sorts of tired. “We’re just wrapping up our shoot. I should be there in an hour or-so. How’s Kkuma?”

“She was fast asleep before my ringtone woke her up,” you chuckle.

“Oh. Shit. Sorry, baby.”

You tense up at the term of endearment despite being fully aware that it’s not meant for you in particular. That reminds you to put your phone on loudspeaker so that the intended recipient could hear Seungcheol’s apologetic voice.

“I think Vivi tired her out when we went to the park today,” you tell him fondly.

“Sounds like she finally met her match,” Seungcheol laughs on the other end and Kkuma perks up at the sound of her owner’s voice. “Can you hear me, princess? I’m coming to get you in a while. Keep being daddy’s good girl for me, yeah? I won’t be too long.”

Fuck.

When Seungcheol says your name and thanks you in that same, tired yet raspy voice, you have to keep yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there.

“Hope the double booking wasn’t too much of a bother,” he murmurs and—god. You get that he probably doesn’t have a lot of energy to spare, but does he have any idea what his voice is doing to your underwear?!

“Not at all,” you manage to say without your voice cracking. “I told you Sehun picked up Vivi early today. It’s just me and this spoiled princess right now.”

“Spoiled, huh? I guess that’s one way of putting it.” Seungcheol breathes out a laugh. “Anyway, we’re getting settled in the shuttle right now. I’ll text you when I’m at the door.”

“Gotcha. Come on, Kkuma. Say goodbye to daddy.”

You don’t know why that cursed word slipped out of you so naturally, but Kkuma seems to respond to it in kind—her tail swishing with contained excitement before letting out a soft bark for Seungcheol to hear. Your client (that’s right he’s your client, you stupid, horny—) coos at the other end of the call.

You honestly can’t wait until he arrives to get her so you can have some real, much needed alone time.

To your credit, the shower kind of helped.

Though you just took one of the coldest baths in your life, it managed to alleviate the heat that lingered on your skin once Seungcheol ended the phone call. That’s considered a win in your book.

As you towel your damp hair, you take a peek at Kkuma who’s returned to her little nap on your couch. The sight makes your heart flutter and you would’ve snapped a photo if that doesn’t go against the rules you’ve set for yourself and your humble business.

Then again, fantasizing about one of your clients definitely goes against whatever principles you’ve been practicing all your life but that’s not the issue here.

Not wanting to wake her until Seungcheol arrives, you silently pad off to your bedroom, intent on getting some work done before planning what you’ll have for dinner. However, the moment you hang your towel to dry, you end up lying in bed instead of hunching in front of your desk with a laptop full of backlogs waiting for you.

You don’t even think twice when your hand inches past the garter of your thin sleep shorts.

Typically, you’d use one of your trusty vibrators to get off when you direly needed the release. It made things quick and simple. Plus, you don’t have to suffer through the ordeal of having your fingers pruning up.

But your brain thought it would be extremely funny if you touched yourself to the thought of your fingers being Seungcheol’s instead of yours—gathering the slick from your aching pussy as he lathers your wetness across your slit.

While you’re…preoccupied in your bedroom, you don’t hear your phone buzzing on the coffee table outside. You’ve deigned to put it on silent mode so Kkuma won’t be rudely awakened by any unexpected ringtones again, but the decision is a bit short-sighted since Seungcheol did tell you he’d text you once he arrives at your door.

Said idol is standing in front of your apartment with a worried look on his face. He texted you about ten minutes ago but received no response, which is a little strange since you almost always reply to his messages right away.

When you don’t pick up his third call, he starts to pace around nervously. Did you go outside? Were you busy? He’s normally a patient person, but when it comes to Kkuma, he gets jittery within seconds if there really is something to worry about.

Seungcheol tests the knob to your door but when he finds it unlocked, he’s further thrown into a haze of concern. Shit. Were you robbed? Where is Kkuma?

Where are you?

He kicks off his shoes haphazardly in the entrance, closing the door behind him before twisting the lock as he looks around cautiously. There doesn’t seem to be anything out of place inside your house. The furniture is just as he remembered—not that he spends a lot of his time studying your interior—and finds no signs of ransacking.

Relief practically crashes over him in waves when Kkuma’s head pops up from behind the couch. She hops to the floor and zips straight into his arms, pawing and licking with all the affection she can offer. Seungcheol laughs, petting her to calm down before giving your living room another once-over.

You’re nowhere to be found.

Even if Seungcheol can just grab Kkuma and make his leave, he knows he’ll feel bad if he ditches you without a word like that. So after telling his only child to stay put at the doorway, he carefully treads around your apartment and makes his way to (what he assumes is) your room.

The door is slightly ajar and he could make out the figure of someone lying on the bed inside. With the knowledge that you’re safe and sound, Seungcheol’s shoulders relax.

But just when he’s about to raise a fist to knock—

“Oh, daddy, please—”

Seungcheol freezes on the spot.

He likes to think he’s a pretty decent person. Never one to think about or blurt anything remotely sexual especially if the situation doesn’t call for it. He also likes to think he has a pretty decent amount of self-control.

But for some reason, when he sees you with one hand buried between your supple thighs as the other paws at your breast through a flimsy night shirt, he can feel himself rapidly crossing that line he’s been so careful to maintain with you all this time.

Seungcheol should leave. While he doesn’t know the specifics of your love life—given that the nature of your friendship is mostly transactional—you probably have at least one person you’re involved enough with to call daddy while you get yourself off. He’s walked in on something he shouldn’t have and he still has time to recollect his thoughts somewhere else while dealing with the steadily growing hardness in his jeans.

But then, he hears you sigh:

“Cheol… Fuck!”

You’re on the very brink of the orgasm you’ve been craving since this morning when your hand is rudely yanked from between your legs. You jolt at the intrusion—fear shooting through your system at the thought of some psycho breaking into your house while you’re so vulnerable. But when your eyes meet Seungcheol’s hard gaze, you’re convinced that you’re dreaming.

“S-Seungcheol?”

To your horror (more like delight) he takes the hand that you’ve just been using to finger yourself to the thought of him—taking your slick digits into his mouth with a pained groan. The sight instantly makes your pussy quiver with need but before that…

“What are you doing here?” you ask weakly, not having the heart to pull your arm away when he looks so fucking hot licking the juices off your fingers.

When his lips disconnect from your skin with a lascivious pop, he plants a kiss across your knuckles, smirking. “Those are such pretty sounds you’re making. Are they all for me?”

This is not happening. You probably slipped in the shower and hit your head or something. Because Choi Seungcheol—the client you’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about for the entire day—can’t be crouching in front of you right now, giving you the sexiest bedroom eyes you’ve ever seen.

You swallow thickly, trying to salvage what’s left of your pride. “Cheol, I’m sorry, I—”

He shushes you by placing a finger to your lips, the grip he has on your arm tightening with each passing second. You nearly moan when he presses his forehead against yours.

“Daddy, huh?” he asks, completely ignoring your attempt at clearing the air. “You want to call me daddy that bad, baby? So much that you have to get yourself off with Kkuma lying outside?”

Shit. That’s right. Kkuma.

However, in the midst of the moral dilemma that came with wanting Seungcheol to fuck you into the mattress while his adorable daughter was waiting outside your bedroom, you recognize that this is definitely a once in a lifetime chance.

You’re not about to let it go to waste.

You aren’t certain who it is that lunged in for the kiss. All you know is that Seungcheol has you pinned beneath his firm body as he licks into your mouth—larged, calloused fingers gripping onto your hips possessively as you moan his name against his lips.

Your sleep shorts come off in no time. So does your shirt. It only occurs to you’ve been grinding down on the denim of his jeans with nothing but soaked panties on when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth—coaxing out a sound so heavenly, it shoots straight through his cock.

“You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart,” he sighs hoarsely, rolling his hips against your core so that you can feel how hard he is through his pants. “So fucking needy. When you get yourself off, am I the one you always think about?”

You want to say yes but Seungcheol captures your lips into another bruising kiss before you can utter a sound.

He nudges your thighs apart with his knees, one hand reaching between your legs so he can inspect the mess he’s unknowingly made of your cunt. When he finds you wet and wanting, you feel a growl reverberate deep in his chest.

“Now this won’t do,” he tuts before sliding himself between your thighs, easing himself lower on the mattress so he can hook them across his shoulders. You mewl in anticipation and Seungcheol meets your gaze with a challenging smirk. “Is there something you want?”

“C-Cheol—”

“That’s not my name right now, baby. I thought you knew that.”

How the fuck does this man just slip so naturally into the subspace without making things weird or uncomfortable? If anything, the authority in his voice makes another bout of slick gush outside your entrance—making you pray to every single god out there for Seungcheol not to notice.

“Daddy,” you whine and the title sounds delicious in his ears. “I want you. Wanted you for so long.”

You want to curl in on yourself when you feel Seungcheol’s teeth trailing love bites along your inner thighs. The grip he has on them is weighted with nothing but gentleness but the contrast it has with his rough kisses is making your mind stutter with pleasure.

“What’d you think about, hm?” he whispers. “Tell me all the filthy things you’ve wanted to do with Daddy.”

You nearly gasp when he flattens his tongue across your clothed core, breathing in the musky scent of your arousal. The overload in his senses makes him want to snap and have his way with you, but Seungcheol tells himself to take it easy.

He has all the time in the world to make you feel good.

“B-But that’s embarrassing,” you whine, struggling to free yourself from his grip but Seungcheol tears your defenses asunder when he moves your panties to the side and licks a long, languid stripe along your glistening slit.

The effect it has on you is immediate—you’re writhing against his touch, fingers automatically tangling themselves in his hair as Seungcheol helps himself to your cunt like it’s his first meal of the day. It doesn’t help that he’s so enthusiastic about eating you out. Almost like he’s thought about doing it at least once in his life.

“Daddy, please—” you whimper. “Need you…inside.”

“Not until you spill the dirty details, princess,” he chuckles before letting your panties snap back against your poor, sensitive cunt. You jolt at the contact, tears lining your lashes because of how desperate you are to get filled with something. Anything.

“I-I thought about you fucking me raw,” you start shakily, toes curling every time his nose grazes your clothed pussy. “Calling me pretty names and leaving your marks on my body. T-Then when I’m about to c-come, you tell me to hold it in ‘cause you want to come together. You’d also tell me how much of a good girl I am…”

Hm. An obvious pillow princess that likes being praised. While Seungcheol has a preference for calling his partners dubious names in the bedroom, he can make a few exceptions.

Especially when you look so fucking wrecked for him when he’s barely touched you.

“I see. What else is cooking in that pretty mind of yours, baby? Daddy wants to know.”

You visibly preen at his words, further confirming his suspicions. Seungcheol has to bite back a groan at the sinister feeling that fills his chest at the knowledge.

He’s going to have so much fun with you.

“You’d— You’d use my pussy to dump your load inside me… Then you’ll just k-keep going even if I’m twitching and sensitive all over, fucking your cum deeper ‘cause you want me to keep it all in for days.”

The mental image you’re painting inside his head is not doing his sense of control any favors, but Seungcheol remains steadfast. He won’t fuck you stupid when he hasn’t even asked you out on a date yet. He has more tact than that.

“That’s what I like to hear, pretty thing,” he chuckles before moving his head a little so he can remove your ruined underwear. He typically would’ve just torn the fabric in two, but he doesn’t want to scare you off just yet. “Such a good girl for Daddy. And you know what good girls deserve?”

The innocent look on your face nearly makes him cream himself right then and there. “W-What?”

With a no-good smile, he says:

“To come until you’re crying.”

Seungcheol easily slips in two thick fingers into your sopping heat, making you cry out in a way that’ll definitely pique Kkuma’s curiosity. He just hopes his baby won’t come nosing in where she isn’t supposed to while he takes care of his other baby the way she deserves.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he sighs—loving how your gummy walls practically cling to his fingers with each shallow thrust. “Can you even take more than this? I don’t want to break you when you’re being so good for me.”

You voice out your protest against his words with a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips against his fingers with erratic vigor. “N-No… I can take more, Daddy, please please. Want you to fuck me full. I’ll be good, I promise!”

Seungcheol has been producing his own tracks for years, but the sound of you babbling incoherently is music to his ears. As he continues pumping his digits in and out of your needy hole, he puts himself back to work—tongue tracing tight circles around your puffy clit as he forces your thighs apart.

Your back arches off the bed at the sensation as your fingers desperately claw against the sheets. It’s so unfair how delirious he’s made you when he still has all of his clothes on, but you’re nothing if not his good little girl when you don’t even comment on it—focused entirely on the mounting pleasure he’s freely giving you.

When the pads of his fingers manage to graze that patch of spongy flesh deep inside you, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull. Seungcheol is all too privy to your reaction and you feel him smirk into your cunt as he curls his fingers to find that spot again—attaching his lips around your sensitive nub as he overwhelms you with stimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, hands finding their way back to his hair as you desperately tug him closer. “Daddy, f-feels so good! I’m gonna—”

“I never gave you permission, baby,” he growls and you quickly whine when he detaches himself from your pussy. “If you want to come you have to ask Daddy nicely. Unless you feel like being a bad girl all of a sudden?”

You shake your head, hips grinding against the air in a desperate attempt to get his mouth on you again. “N-No, Daddy. I want to be good. Can I please come? Please? Need it, need you.”

His chest tightens at the desperate plea in your voice and for a moment, Seungcheol is honestly kind of scared of getting too used to your desperate whines. Your needy whimpers.

How on earth is he going to go back to being friends after all this is over?

“Alright, since my princess said she’ll be good for me,” he laughs as your walls clench around his fingers. “You can come when you feel like it, baby. Come all over Daddy’s face.”

You don’t completely expect it when Seungcheol dives back into you, smothering his face in your pussy so greedily that you feel his nose bumping against your clit. He laps at your soaked folds like your arousal is the best thing he’s ever tasted—easing a third finger inside you as you muffle a scream.

“Yes, yes! Right there, Daddy!” you moan, tugging on his hair even harder as you grind your cunt against his face. “So close, so close—fuck!”

When you fall over the edge, Seungcheol doesn’t stop his relentless onslaught on your twitching pussy. Your walls clamp down around his fingers so tightly, he can only imagine how good it would feel to fuck you on his cock while you ride out your orgasm.

The syllables of his name are all but broken when you frame them around a high-pitched keen. Seungcheol slurps up every drop that trickles onto his face and he only peels himself away from you once you’ve stopped thrashing against his grip.

In the aftermath, the two of you bathe in silence—nothing but your mutual pants filling the room. You’re looking at Seungcheol with stars in your eyes despite what he just put you through and the sight alone makes him more aware of the problem in his pants.

“Daddy, do you want—”

“No,” he says immediately and he feels bad just as fast because of the disappointment that crosses your face. “I mean—fuck. I want to fuck you dumb, princess. I really do. But I also really like you and it’ll be a chip on my conscience forever if I do that without taking you out on a proper date first.”

It takes a moment for his confession to completely occur to you and when it does, the dazed look in your eyes makes way for utter shock. Seungcheol wonders if he should be offended.

“You…like me?”

“Sweetheart, I’m a pretty busy guy. I don’t just let anyone come on my face.”

You gulp. “For how long?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “A while. Now are you going to let me take you out on that date one of these days or are we going to have to pretend this never happened?”

You scowl at him. It doesn’t help that he still has that tightly fitted turtleneck on—distracting you from the topic at hand for a moment before you clear your throat and give him an answer.

“H-How about we go on that date now?” you suggest somewhat anxiously. “I mean, I was already thinking about where to get dinner after this, and…”

Taking him by surprise, you lean forward to cup your hands over his ear—a devious smirk curling on your lips.

“Maybe you can fuck me dumb right after.”

Long story short, your first date with the idol you’ve been crushing on is a big hit. Right after getting himself to calm down (A.K.A., taking care of his hard on in the privacy of your bathroom), Seungcheol took you and Kkuma to a food park that’s open until midnight.

It’s over dinner that you fess up and tell him the origin of your newfound daddy kink. Seungcheol has the gall to laugh in your face at your admission and you swear you’ll never pet sit Kkuma ever again if he keeps teasing you like that.

“Aww, baby,” he coos, pinching your cheek for added effect. “You don’t have to call it pet-sitting anymore. Now that we’ve established how much we actually like each other, don’t you think it’s more fitting to call it…co-parenting?”

Unwittingly, you receive his words with a scowl.

You want to smack him upside the head. Just because he’s a confident little thing on stage doesn’t mean he can just bring that side of him in a real life conversation. But for all your adamant bravado of insisting he’s being full of himself…

You honestly don’t mind.

⟢ end notes: yay! you got to the end of my delusions!!! that said, thank you to nova @duhnova and indi @playmetheclassics for title help and going through this spur-of-the-moment filth for me!! rip to the original genius title, daddy's good girl(s) bc tumblr wants to censor it so badly LMFAO

i don’t have anything else to say aside from i’m so sorry choi kkuma

this is part of the doting on you! series.

#svt smut #seungcheol smut #svthub #seventeen smut #scoups smut #lovelyhan #full length fic 📚

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