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under the moonlight || junmyeon & reader

title: under the moonlight pairing: junmyeon/suho x reader genre: ceo!reader, hint of soulmate!au, slow-burn words: 8.4k notes: continuation to [city lights]’s junmyeon, journey to him healing his own heart after letting go of his first love for her to be with his best friend who so happens to be her soulmate (chanyeol) // did this because junmyeon deserves some love & also may be a second part + will profread when i get the chance!!

part one || final

Though the living room was filled with laughter and yelling from drinking games, Junmyeon’s attention was locked on the girl of his dreams who stands in the kitchen in the arms of her soulmate, face snuggled into his chest while mumbling a ‘thank you’ for the surprise birthday party that he’d planned for her. In response, he lets out a chuckle as he places a delicate kiss onto her forehead.

Junmyeon knew it would’ve been selfish if he neglected Chanyeol’s wishes when he barged into his bedroom of their shared apartment, hair disheveled with a stressed look washed over his face. “I can’t do this anymore, I need to be with her. She’s all I think about, night and day. I haven’t even had a real conversation with her yet I know everything about her... and I love but hate everything about her because she makes me feel like I can’t live unless it’s with her.” He was aware that the younger male was going through the side-effects of refusing a relationship with his designated soulmate, evidently on the brink of detonation. It was time to let her go, no matter how much he loved her. She belonged to Chanyeol.

The moment Junmyeon picked up the phone to ask Chanyeol to check up on her while on his business trip, he sensed over the phone Chanyeol’s wariness at the sight of the girl’s frame in bed, shivering from a fever. It was that very second it became clear to him that Chanyeol was biologically her soulmate, someone she could never let go even if she tried. Both of their dreams would be flooded with the thoughts of each other, sleepwalking mid-day to meet unconsciously, and yearning for the embrace of one another though far apart.

Goodbyes were rough. But the goodbye with her especially was the worst.

Telling her that she wasn’t made for him and that they couldn’t be together while her eyes were brimming with tears was the hardest moment of his life. Breaking the heart of the woman he still loved was never in his plans. But Chanyeol was his best friend and watching him deteriorate day by day was just as painful for himself.

So he sacrificed his love so that they could be together.

“Junmyeon, you don’t know how much it means to me that you came.” She says, voice soft. They’re standing in the corner of the living room, separated from the group just enough to hear the other speak. “I know how uncomfortable it must be for—”

“Don’t say that.” He interjects, adjusting the black beanie that sits on his head. “I meant what I said that day months ago. Just because we aren’t together like that doesn’t mean I won’t be in your life anymore. You were more than just a girl I dated, I loved you.”

He lied. He still loves her. But he’d never say that.

She’s chewing on her bottom lip, hair cut shorter from their last exchange that strays fall out from the hair-tie and over her face. He wishes he could push it away and behind her ear but that’s crossing the line.

“I loved you too, Junmyeon. You know that.”

“But you love Chanyeol now.” He adds, grabbing his jacket off the coat rack. Junmyeon was ending his night earlier than the rest, claiming that he wasn’t feeling too well from having to wake up early and sleeping later for an assignment at work when really he couldn’t bear to watch the two of them together for long, his heart still healing. “And I’m happy that it’s working out.”

His first love stands there for a moment, silent, despite the sounds coming from the main area as she walks him toward the front door. “Why are you so quiet?” Junmyeon questions, raising a brow.

“Chanyeol and I talked about the topic of marriage.”

Marriage. He hasn’t even fully recovered from the break-up yet and she’s already moved on entirely.

“But... I’m not ready. I still think of you.” The words would have been more comforting if it resulted with her in his arms instead.

“We both need to move on.” He sighs, one hand on the doorknob and his heart still in hers. “It’s going to take some time but it’ll be worth it in the end. The torture from being without him will stop.”

“How did you know?”

“Know about what?”

“That I had those side effects. I never told you about it.”

Junmyeon sighs, finally turning the handle to open the door. “You started looking more and more tired each day and you complained about it often. So I did some research to see what was wrong. It’s a side effect from denying your soulmate.”

Forcing himself into work everyday was hard.

After spending so much time with his first love, she was close to convincing him to drop his day job for a career in music. Working in a corporate office was gnawing on him alive, not to mention how unbearably stiff the suits were while he sat at his office for over 8 hours a day.

“Hey,” Someone says. Her voice is tender and calm, capturing his attention. “Junmyeon, right?” You were peeking your head into his cubicle, too short to completely reach over the walls.

You were the CEO of the company he worked at, the founder of a skincare line that you developed the formulas on your own with hands-on operations and testing, utilizing your degree received after University where you studied in the States. He’d only been part of the business team for a short period of time and hadn’t even gotten to meet you yet, despite how heavily involved you were on the floor.

“Yes, I’m Junmyeon,” He says quickly, breaking his gaze before standing up, bowing and extending his hand for a shake. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t expecting to see you.” You repeat his actions and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were mocking him.

“Sorry, it’s okay. I came unannounced. Should’ve probably called or something right?” You ask, scratching the back of your head agonizingly, slightly unsure how to act in social situations. “I just thought I could stop by to talk to you.”

“I’m available to talk. Something wrong?”

Straightening the pencil skirt that hugs your lower half, you grin cheekily at him. “I’ve been going around lately, trying to understand the jobs of the people who work here. We’ve been doing so well that I wanted to meet the people who were extremely involved in the impact. Would you like to go out for lunch with me?”

Blinking blankly, Junmyeon is taken aback. You— the woman ran an entire company with products on the shelves of huge department stores to high end private shops just for the elite to take him out to lunch?

He glances over at his lunch bag that sits on the corner of the desk, pausing for a moment. And almost as if you read his mind, you say, “We could always put it in the fridge for tomorrow. Come. Let me take you out for lunch, Junmyeon. Company’s treat!”

Dropping by your office before making way out, you snatch the jacket off the back of your office chair, slinging it over your shoulders.

Junmyeon just stands in the doorway entering in, leery about coming in any further. Despite you being the one asking him to tag along, he still felt the invisible wall between the two of you, a CEO and just some guy in the business department.

Your office was massive— the windows were stretched from corner to corner, ceiling to floor, with a view of the city that was breathtaking. On the opposite side had a glass wall, seeing out to the rest of the floor where employees work, but oddly enough you never had the blinds of it opened.

“Why are you standing there so awkwardly?” You chuckle, grabbing your wallet, phone and keys from the top of your desk. “You know that you can come in here, right? I don’t bite.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, rubbing his nape anxiously. “Just kind of feels like I don’t belong here.”

You roll your eyes, walking toward him and out the room as he follows, closing the door behind. “Junmyeon, you’re always welcomed in my office. Any problems you have are mine as well. Don’t hesitate to talk to me about anything, I own an entire company for God’s sake! I would do anything I can to help a fellow employee.”

In his department, you had a reputation. Men thought you were hot— so attractive that whenever you’d walk by and greet everyone on your way to your office, they’d drool, eyes never leaving your bare legs or bottom. Women were more of a split category; some resented you for gaining the attention of men so easily, others admire your hard work and ambitions, yet trying very hard to accommodate any of the employees’ issues personally. It was hard to please everyone.

“Johnny,” You call out your assistant, his desk sitting several feet outside of your office. “I’m having lunch with Junmyeon today.”

Johnny is a skyscraper. But when he’s sitting down, he seems so small next to you, almost like a little grocery store in the corner of the block of a big city while at his desk.

“So you’re ditching Eunwoo today?”

“Never said I agreed to having lunch with him. If he comes, just say I left. I’m having lunch with Junmyeon.”

Leaning back in his seat, he has his arms crossed against his chest, squinting at you. Junmyeon always questioned the relations between you and Johnny, but after observing the entire conversation, it seems like he’s just a concerned friend. Most likely why you keep him around.

“Should I say you’re having lunch with Junmyeon? Might piss Eunwoo off.” He says, gesturing toward Junmyeon when he says his name.

“Why are you trying to piss him off? I said I was over it.” You click your tongue, waving off Johnny in dismissal afterwards. “Whatever, I said I’m leaving. See you after lunch.”

“You’re probably wondering who Eunwoo is,” You unlock the doors of your car, opening the drivers side when Junmyeon stops in his tracks. “He’s my ex.”

“Wait— you’re driving?”

“Yeah, how else would we get there?” Sliding into the driver’s seat, he hesitates for a moment before following into the passenger side.

“Just didn’t think you’d be driving.” Junmyeon responds, putting on his seatbelt over his body. “Were you supposed to meet with your ex today?”

“He assumed.” Pressing the start button, the engine of the Audi roars, a sweet sound to any car enthusiast’s ears.

“You don’t think I drive?”

“More like... I thought you had a driver.”

You shake your head, pulling out of the garage of the company’s building, driving in the direction of a restaurant he’s not familiar with.

“Where are we going?”

“Pick: a five star restaurant or a restaurant that deserves it?”

“The latter.”

“A man after my own heart,” You joke, glancing over his direction with a sweet smile. “My favorite spot. It won’t take long.”

It’s a ramyun restaurant hidden within a large city without much foot traffic, but he wasn’t going to doubt your plans.

After handing the waiter back your menus with your orders, you rub your hands on your skirt sheepishly. “Uh, do you have a girlfriend?”

Shocked by the sudden question, Junmyeon’s jaw slacks.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, have you met your soulmate yet?” Once the words leave your mouth again, you groan at your lack of execution of holding small talk. “Sorry again, ignore that. Didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend and no, I haven’t yet.” He thought your reaction was cute. It was understandable how people were so easily smitten by you. “Do you?”

“No,” You say, voice a bit disappointed but your face doesn’t show it. “But I’m too busy anyway. I meant to ask because you’ve been working endless hours and I was afraid it was taking you away from someone at home.”

You were worried about him. It was different from the way his first love showed that she cared, she was more of a person who showed that she was worried, less vocal than you.

“No,” He chuckles light heartedly. Coming into your car, he was tensed and intimidated by your presence, but seeing the way you stuttered your words made you seem more human than how the employees made you out to be. “I’m alone. No one is nagging at me at home.”

“Ah,” You say, tapping your fingers onto the wooden table. “I see. I’m really impressed with your work, Junmyeon. How did you get into your career field?”

“Just seemed simpler at the time,” He admits, leaning back into his chair. “It was an easy major that my group of friends were considering, and although I really wanted to pursue music, I knew I needed some stability.”

“Music?” You ask as the waitress comes by with glasses full of water as you bow your head in appreciation. “Are you still interested in it?”

“Mm, sometimes. I’ve produced some songs here and there, I enjoy working with my creative side.”

“Would you venture out of your comfort zone?”

“I mean, if I could I would. But I have bills to pay, so I stay where I am now and do the best I can at it.”

You’re quiet for a moment as the server comes by, delivering your bowls of ramyun to the table. The aroma coming from the food made your mouths water, and your stomach growling in hunger in the process. “Sorry,” Your cheeks flush pink. “I’m kinda hungry.”

“Don’t apologize,” A smile tugs on the edges of his mouth softly. “It’s natural.”

Your stomach tightens at his smile but you brush it off as just a reaction from starving yourself from yesterday’s lunch. Business has been blooming, taking time away from your everyday from actually taking care of yourself. Taking Junmyeon here was supposed to be a learning experience about him, something you said you’d try doing frequently with your employees, but getting to eat at your favorite restaurant was your own version of self-care.

“How would you consider working in my marketing department? Well, more of the design or creative team. I have commercials and clips they play in stores to produce, and if you’re interested, maybe you can dip your toes in that. Both working with music and filmography?”

Junmyeon stops in the midst of blowing the steam from his raging hot noodles, lips pursed. “Wait, what?”

After chewing a mouthful of the delicious ramyun that awakens both you and your tastebuds, you blissfully lean back in your seat. “Jesus, just one bite takes me away.” You compliment before sitting back up, preparing yourself for another spoonful. “What I’m trying to say is, if you’re interested, you should consider working in the marketing department. I can’t offer you a record deal, but I can get your foot in the door somewhere.”

“I haven’t shown you a portfolio or anything.” He says, sweat beads forming on his forehead, and he’s not sure if it’s from anxiety or the temperature of the noodles.

“You don’t need to. It’s a learning experience and you grow and improve as you go. I trust that if you enjoy it enough, you’d get better with it. If you don’t, that’s okay. Feel free to tell me and I’d be more than happy to put you back in the business department, hauling away with meetings and conversations with both men and women that you probably hate with a fiery passion.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Do you want it or not, Junmyeon? I’m a busy woman, I’m trying to eat my noodles.”

Knocking on the tall wooden doors that lead into your office, he discreetly opens it slightly, peering before completely entering. He calls out your name, the gentlest sound you’ve ever heard as your head snaps in his direction. “You asked for me?”

“I did!” You point to the seat across from your desk, gesturing for him to get comfortable.

“What could I do for you?”

You’re finishing up an email, eyes glued on the monitor before hitting the ‘send’ button before fully giving your whole attention to the male in front of you. “It’s been a week since you’ve started in your new department. How is it?”

You were right, it had been an entire week since you’ve last spoken, occasionally exchanging glances in the office, and Junmyeon can’t believe how quickly time had passed by. You had transitioned him in the marketing department, with hopes that he could get some more exposure to a different part of the industry since his dreams fit more with dipping into his artistic skills. He was enjoying the new experience so much that he had forgotten how much time had passed, assuming he’d only seen you several days go.

“It’s been a week already?” He says without thought, running his fingers through his lightly styled hair. You can’t help but notice the way he makes your breath hitch but you dismiss the feeling by clearing your throat. “I guess I’ve been enjoying it so much I haven’t even noticed how quickly time has passed.”

“That’s good to hear!” He actually seemed delighted with his new job. One of the perks of being in your position was being able to do things like this and see people change, see people be happy. If it fit your means to do it, you’d make it happen. “I’m glad. Please feel free to tell me if you’re having any issues. I’m flexible, if you’re not content with what you’re doing, I can always transfer you somewhere else within the company, or even back to where you were.”

“Can I ask something?”

“Sure, shoot. What is it?” You rest your arms on your large glass desk that seemed so tiny in your spacious office.

He’s quiet for a moment, licking his lips in thought. “Why are you doing this? I didn’t think it was possible for me to... just switch out of my department and do something entirely new. I don’t have the skillset for it, nor a degree or anything.”

Shrugging, you purse your lips, eyes circling the room. “Because life isn’t easy. Not everyone is going to find what they enjoy in their high school years when they’re applying for colleges. Hell, college isn’t necessarily the place you’re guaranteed to find what you like anyway.”

“But you did?”

“I did, but I got lucky. I’ve witnessed enough people go through those feelings. Graduating from a university with a degree you worked hard to obtain in four years, only to realize that this isn’t what you want?” Taking a brief moment to organize your thoughts, you continue. “I want the people who work for me to be happy, Junmyeon. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them, if it weren’t for people like you. In actuality, I think I work for everyone here since everyone is working to make my dreams come true. It’s only fair if I try to do the same.”

Junmyeon wasn’t quite sure why, but he was comparing you to his first love again.

There was a huge difference between the both—few similarities like how independent the two of you were, how immersed in your careers you’d been, and how much you cared for other people. It’d been the first time in a while since he’d been so observant and drawn someone, so distracted from his ex that he found himself wanting to know more about you.

“That’s... selfless.”

“Just a thought.” You grin, tapping the pads of your fingertips against your desk again. It’s a habit of yours when you’re dubious about your next action, he picks up. “Do you think you can show me some of the things you’re working on before they air?”

“I heard you got a new job,” Chanyeol says from beside, startling Junmyeon as he’s grabbing a couple pieces of pork onto his plate. “How’d you land such a great deal? You’re producing the commercial for that skincare line you used to work for, right?”

“Somewhat right,” Junmyeon responds, a bit distracted by cooking the raw meat, placing the completed ones on Chanyeol’s plate. “I still work for that company. They just transferred me out the department to try something new.”

“No way.” Chanyeol’s eyes are huge, but they’re bulging out his head from surprise. “How did that happen?”

Junmyeon shrugs however a smile sits brightly in his face. “CEO asked what I wanted to do, I told her, and here we are.”

“Sounds like she likes you.” Minseok interjects into the conversation, popping open another bottle of cold beer. “You won the heart of the big CEO lady already? Sounds like a Korean drama,” He says, wriggling his brows suggestively.

Junmyeon denies. “Honestly, she does this thing where she has lunch with several employees to get to know what they do everyday since there has been growth in the company.”

“So you’ve had lunch with her?” Jongin is in on the conversation now, eyes from all the men at the table glued into Junmyeon.

“Uh, yes?”

“So, it was a lunch date.” Sehun invites himself in.

“No, it was just a boss and employee lunch. What’s up with you guys?”

“You’ve never really... talked about a girl lately.” Jongdae points out faintly, almost like he’s scared to pull a nerve. “At least, not for this long.”

“She’s nice... I just don’t think someone like her would ever like someone like me, though. She’s attractive, nice, and caring— but guys, come on. She owns an entire skincare line that are on the shelves of every store.”

“Stop talking down on yourself,” Chanyeol’s speaking now, and his warm orbs are comforting when they meet with Junmyeon’s. “There’s no guarantee that you’ll meet your soulmate, especially since the age is coming up. Doesn’t hurt to try shooting your shot with her, right?”

The age. The age where once you turn thirty, your chances of ever meeting your soulmate declines almost to 2%. Junmyeon has already hit the ripe age of 29 with only a year left before his probability descends into the abyss.

“I can’t hit on her.” He furrows his brows, stuffing his cheeks with a bite of kimchi. “She’s my boss.”

“Be discreet. Give her some subtle hints. If she doesn’t reciprocate, then abort mission and pretend you were just being nice.”

Junmyeon rolls his eyes at his friends’ advices. They were constantly interrupting each other with new ideas after another before someone taps his shoulder. “Junmyeon?”

“Oh— hey. Hey!” He says your name; he always says it the same way, the way that it warms your heart to the point you just wish you could grab his arms to wrap around you so you could doused yourself in his scent. He had an impact on you but you held your composure. Maybe you were starting to crush on him, if you haven’t already, because he was just so kind but he’s the type to be kind to everyone.

“Uh, guys. This is my boss...” He introduces, scratching his head. He continues on naming the rest of his group, hesitant about the whole ordeal as you wave cheekily to them all.

“You guys can just call me by my name, I’m not Junmyeon’s boss outside of the office.” You turn to look at the older male, hands stuffed into the front pockets of your jeans.

Even in the horrible brightness of fluorescent lighting, you managed to still look seamlessly beautiful in Junmyeon’s eyes. Your attire was distinct from the everyday work apparel yet you still appeared put together. Maybe Junmyeon was the one crushing.

“Come join us!” Chanyeol says quickly, gesturing the seat on the other side of Junmyeon as Jongdae slides over to give you enough room.

Junmyeon clicks his tongue, feigning a hit to Chanyeol before looking over at you. “I’m sorry, are you here with someone? I don’t want to take you away from them or force you to sit with us if you don’t want to.”

“Ah, honestly, I was just going to order something off the menu and take it home to eat. Unless you don’t want me here?”

“Oh, no, of course I want you here, come,” Junmyeon responds, tapping the empty seat beside him. Timidly, you shrug your shoulders before taking up the offer and settle at the side of Junmyeon.

Throughout the night, being with Junmyeon and his friends let you discover a completely new side of him. With them, he was considered the ‘mother’ of the group, nurturing and looking out for the rest of them, despite not being the eldest. He’s admirable, so Yixing remarks, but also selfless because he never has himself on his mind other than his friends and family.

When Junmyeon excuses himself to the bathroom, you learn that he sacrificed his relationship with the girl of his dreams so she could be with her soulmate regardless of the fact that she didn’t want to be with him because he rejected her. You find out that Chanyeol was the friend, and that he wants nothing more than to help find happiness for him as well.

You pay for dinner. Junmyeon argues with you about it for a brief moment before you jokingly threaten that his job was on the line and he pouts in return. You’re almost bold enough to tell him that if he lets you kiss his pout that he could pay.

“Uh... Why are you in my office?”

“You cancelled on lunch last time. And a few times before that. I wanted to come so I can spontaneously take you out for dinner instead.”

You squint your eyes at the male in front of you, throwing the pen in your hand on your desk heatedly. “Catch the hint? I’m not very interested in the idea of having lunch with you. Or anything, really.”

“The idea, but you haven’t done it yet.”

Eunwoo is probably the cutest guy you’ve laid your eyes on but after dating for three years, it became evidently clear that the two of you didn’t click at all. Girls were at his beck and call, and you were growing tired of having to tell him which girls had bad intentions. You felt like his mom. He’s too sweet but it was starting to hurt your pride a bit when rumors were going around that he was flirting with others so you immediately put a stop to the relationship.

“Eunwoo,” You sigh heavily, leaning back in your swivel chair. It’s around 5:00PM at this point, your day filled with meetings and tasks regarding a new launch approaching soon. “This... is really sweet of you. But we broke up.”

“I’m obviously here to try again.”

“You’re so oblivious about women all the time! I’m tired of teaching you, I need someone who doesn’t need to be groomed to fit me.”

There’s a knock on the door, and both your heads snap toward the direction to only see Junmyeon’s head peeking into the room. “Uh, sorry, am I interrupting something? Johnny said I could come in.”

You wanted to call Junmyeon your own personal superhero because he’s standing there in what seems like his best work outfit, and you’re almost drooling at the sight of him. Maybe it was because it was already so late in the day, and he looks like he’s been at his desk for a long time since his tie is loosened around his neck, and a button is undone.

“No, please, come in.” Eunwoo’s glare could pierce through you right now but you keep your gaze away.

“Sorry,” Junmyeon bows at the other male before Eunwoo takes a seat in the corner of the room where the black leather couches were. He wasn’t backing down any time soon. “I... finished the video.”

“Oh?” He’s handing you a small flashdrive that you take willingly, inserting it into your computer before clicking around on your desktop before you reach your destination.

“Do you have headphones or something?”

Your brows crinkle in confusion. “What?”

He pulls out his keys, flipping open a case that holds his AirPods, placing it into the palm of your hand as you tilt your head when he rounds your desk, helping you bluetooth the device in. “Why are we doing this again?”

“Just a bit embarrassed about my first project. I don’t actually want to see you watch it.”

Eunwoo has his legs crossed, eyes shooting darts in the direction of you. He must be bursting with jealousy with how Junmyeon is seemingly close to you, making his way back to the seat in front of your desk, settling comfortably. Eunwoo observes that this is definitely not the first time the other male has been in your office.

After a few moments, you pull the buds out from your ears, placing it back into the white case and returning it to Junmyeon. “Wow... I--... Honestly, Jun, that was one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen. I mean I have some notes, don’t take it the wrong way, but... this is different.”

“I hope you mean a good kind of different?”

“Of course.”

He’s gifting you that warm smile again. “Send them over. I’ll take a look and send you an updated version.”

“You like him.”

“Hm?” You hum heedlessly, typing away on the computer with your comments still fresh in your mind. Junmyeon had left your office moments before, taking his leave home.

“You have a crush on that guy. I just saw you give him that look.” Agilely turning your head to face your ex-lover, you heave out a sigh. “What look, Eunwoo?”

“You used to look at me like that. I remember it because it’s when I knew that you returned those feelings for me and I went for it.”

Frustrated, you push your keyboard away. “What? I can’t just look at a guy now? All of the sudden you’re an expert at these things? And why does it even matter? We’re not together anymore.”

“Because he’s competition? What else?”

“Eunwoo, get the fuck out please.” You say through your gritted teeth before throwing a post-it note stack at him as he makes his way out your office. “Okay, okay! I’ll be back though!”

There’s another knock at your door. Glancing at the clock that hangs above your desk, it reads 8:30PM and you could have sworn you told Johnny to go home hours ago. If it wasn’t Johnny, then...

Getting up from the couch full of loose papers and your laptop, you walk up toward the door, swinging it open. “Eunwoo, didn’t I tell you to fuck off—”

“Uh, I take it that the guy in the room earlier was Eunwoo then?”

In a pair of grey sweats and a T-shirt, Junmyeon is standing in your doorframe underneath a baseball cap. In his hands are bags of takeout, raising it up for your viewing once your eyes laid on it.

“What’s this?” You step aside to let him in, watching as he reorganizes the papers on your coffee table and places them onto another part of the couch, setting up the food. “You didn’t seem like you were going to cave into having dinner with that guy, and the launch is happening soon. I figured you’d still be here and skip dinner.”

In all honesty, this is what you would’ve wanted Eunwoo to do. Back when the two of you were dating, you had been stuck in the same scenario— couped up in your office, drowning yourself in paperwork without any time to make back home until the night before the launch day to get ready for the event. You wanted Eunwoo to take notice, doing something similar as to this, bringing food to you instead of forcing you to go out when you didn’t have much time to spare.

“I— I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Junmyeon, really. I was starving, but with how security is at the door at this time of night, delivery would’ve been a bit of a hassle.”

“Don’t sweat it, boss.” He jokes as you sit on the couch and he plops himself onto a seat across from you. “I got you the ramyun you had last time from that place you took me.”

“You did? How’d you remember what I ordered?”

“It was so spicy, I smelt it and sneezed a couple times.” Snapping the disposable chopsticks, he hands you the pair. “Plus, who would forget a name like ‘the Diablo Ramyun’? There’s a picture of a dragon breathing fire right next to the name on the menu.”

Junmyeon kept you company that night. He eventually started reading Webtoon comics on his phone after having dinner, laying on the couch before falling into a deep slumber, mouth agape. Grabbing a spare blanket you kept for nights you spent in your office, you drape it over his body, and pulled off his hat.

He looks angelic like this— albeit he has drool streaming from the sides of his mouth. Not obligated to stay, but nonetheless he did, all because he didn’t want you to be alone or feel lonely. Although you insisted he should go home, he contends, eventually winning the argument by comfortably designating the spot on the couch to himself.

You don’t miss those soundless nights in your office anymore. Junmyeon’s snoring along with your tumultuous typing sets a new standard of bliss.

It’s been about two months since that night and Junmyeon is frequent in your life.

He’s on speed-dial when you want to try new restaurants or go to events that are in the city, and he never fails to come by your side to keep you company. Sometimes, his smile catches you off guard, fluttering your heart, but other times, you think he feels as though his presence is necessary because you gave him his dream job.

“So, rumor has it: Junmyeon sleeps over at the office.”

“What makes you say that?”

Johnny eyes you suspiciously. “Other than the fact that he leaves your office bright and early in the morning with slightly damp hair with an outfit that’s just barely different from the day before?”

Your breath stops, but your fingers continue to tap away at an email. “Does he?”

“So, you sleeping with him?” You stiffen, scowling at your assistant. “No, I am not.”

“What’s he doing in here then?”

“He just... sleeps over whenever I’m having a late night session.”

“Oh, so you are sleeping with him.”

“Johnny.” You say firmly. “I am not. He just keeps me company ‘cause I’m all by myself here and it’s dark out.”

He’s reclining in the armchair in front of your desk, toes pushing off the ground while rocking the seat. “Why don’t you just ask him out if you like him that much? Why are you wasting your time just... ‘keeping company’ instead of... being his companion.”

“I’m his boss.”

“And? That’s a sexy thing. He might like a strong, self-sufficient woman. Hell—I know I do. But you’re not into me, so I’m gonna help Junmyeon if I can’t help myself.”

Ears now crimson, you admit defeat and lounge in your large work chair with a cumbersome sigh, playing along with his game. “I don’t have time to date.”

“He’s here at least once a week spending the night with you. You have time, and if you don’t, he’ll make the time to be with you.”

Pausing a moment in thought with a hum, you hit the tip of your fingers against the glass desk. “I’m not his type.”

“Oh hush, I see the way he looks at you. He thinks you’re gorgeous.”

Pursing up your lips, you assert, “I don’t believe that. What if I meet my soulmate?”

“Stop doubting your looks, he practically salivates at the sight of you that it’s all over the floor. Also, that soulmate thing? That never stopped you from dating Eunwoo, so why is Junmyeon any different?”

You shrug, playing with the pen in front of you. “His ex dated him and ended up being with her soulmate.”

“You honestly think you’re going to meet your soulmate? Tell me. You were in that research group for a couple years, what’d you gather from that?” If it wasn’t for HR, you’d probably have you hands wrapped around Johnny’s giraffe neck by now.

Back in University, you decided to partake in the Soulmate Research Group for your co-op program, rationalizing that this could help you find your ‘the one.’ The group resulted in slapping you into reality, educating you the chances of finding your soulmate had declined to almost none when considering the probability. It was the worst year of your life, having to come to terms that this fairy-tale that everyone in your life had made love seem was just something that only lucky people got to cooperate in.

“I... yeah, I know. It’s just so many goddamn people met their soulmate already, what about me? What makes me so different from the bunch?”

Johnny says your name, this time sweetly with a tone he never uses. “I never met my soulmate either. But Junmyeon is almost hitting 30, right? Imagine how he’s feeling. He can’t even get laid by a pretty girl that he sleeps in her office for on the most uncomfortable couch, let alone find his soulmate.”

“Do you like me?”

“What kind of question is that?” He glances at you quizzically, fixating his attention back under the hood of your car, twisting off the cap of your car sump, checking the oil levels. An oil light had popped onto the dashboard a couple days ago and you texted Junmyeon what he recommended to do, only for him to dispute that he’d check it himself.

“I don’t know, just answer it. Do you like me?”

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief as he wipes the oil rod with a rag. “Of course I like you. Why else would I hang out with you and change your oil?”

“No,” You groan, leaning against your front headlights, slouching in annoyance. “Like... not as a friend. As a woman. More than a friend, someone you want to date.”

He stands, slack-jawed.

“Listen— I totally get if you don’t see me in that way, but Johnny said he saw the way you looked at me, and I figured, ‘hey, why not try to ask him out’ so—“

“Of course I see you that way. Who doesn’t? I kind of just assumed you weren’t into me since you were always rejecting my advances.”

“Advances?”

Lifting up the dirty rag in his greasy, stained hands, the sides of his mouth twitches upwards. “Like I said, why would I change your oil? Plus, how many nights have I slept in your office on that god awful couch? I also have a toothbrush in your bathroom. And spare underwear. Need I say more?”

Chewing on your bottom lip and watching as he finishes up, closing the hood of your car, you tap your shoes anxiously against the concrete ground. “Can I ask you something else?”

“What is it?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You can already imagine how difficult showering is going to be later, but with Junmyeon’s plush lips pressed against yours, how could you complain about his tarnished hands underneath the fabric of your shirt, caressing the skin of your waist?

Guiding your hips to sit onto the hood of your car, your arms snake around his neck, playing with the longer strands of his hair that brush against his nape. The way he kisses feels like he’s going to suck the air out of your lungs but you couldn’t care less— you finally had him in your embrace and you weren’t going to let go.

He’s amiable, even though it’s contradicting that he’s tugging on your lower lip between his teeth, your lips swollen and plump from the aggressive make-out session. He doesn’t push too far, just right where you’re comfortable, especially when you’re in your opened garage out for your neighbors to see.

You’re not sure how much time has passed but he’s already claimed the territory in the middle of your legs, towing you close with a grip on your thighs. Placing the palm of his hands on either side of you on the car, he grins cheekily after pulling out of the kiss, heavy pants against each other’s face.

“Did my boss just make-out with me?” You slap his chest, rolling your eyes in unison. “Stop it. I know you’re enjoying this, I feel it.” Wrapping your arms around his lower frame, you pull him close, pressing your crotch against his as his groans. “Now you stop it. I’m not taking you here.”

Junmyeon is a gentleman. He declares that he wouldn’t be taking you anywhere near the bedroom until he takes you out on a proper date, in spite of the fact that you both had broken his rule of no kissing and no sex before a date.

If you thought that you had everything you wanted before, you were wrong. Not until you met him.

“I met my soulmate.”

Straightening the paperwork on your desk, pretending to preoccupy yourself from this conversation and stay cool, you place the manila envelopes flat back on your desk, eyes eventually locked on the figure in your office. “Okay?”

“This means we can’t go back to what we ever were again...”

Feelings of uncertainty arise in your stomach—it’s obvious it’s jealousy. Was it because he found his soulmate and he was never coming back or that you haven’t even met yours?

Eunwoo stands in the middle of the room, hands in the pockets of his dress pants, contemplating what to say next.

“We’re not together anymore.”

He knows this—he knows this so well with the amount of times you remind him that it’s embedded in his brain, nonetheless in the general picture of things, Eunwoo always thought that you’d find your way back home and into his arms. He’d tell you this, despite the amount of times you’ve rejected him, but hearing now that he really won’t come back because he has a soulmate hits different.

Maybe Eunwoo had been a back-up plan. There’s never 100% bliss in a relationship, and you never saw yourself getting married to him and having kids but the thought of having Eunwoo in the back of your head meant that even if you didn’t find ‘the one,’ Eunwoo would be the replacement. It sounds fuck-up, it all sounded fucked-up but who would love a woman who ran an entire company by herself and barely have time for anyone else in her life?

“It means... I officially can’t come back to you anymore and you can’t expect for me to fall back into your hands like putty. I’m done... but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore.”

“I know, Eunwoo.”

“It’s just— it’s my soulmate.”

“Don’t miss out on that opportunity.” You say sternly.

Thwarted by your reaction, he snaps. “I’m so sick of this. I should’ve just given up sooner—I’ve been in your life for 6 years, we dated for 3, and you can’t even be happy for me? You can’t even tell me that you still love me although you’re the one who left me?”

Head dropping onto the back of your chair, you close your eyes for a moment. “Eunwoo, I’ll always love you, I never thought I had to remind you of that. But we never worked out, we stopped clicking after a year in. We’re on different pages, we’re doing different things, and I never had the time to spend with you anymore.”

“It wasn’t that you never had the time, you never made time.”

“Don’t say that. I didn’t have time. You never made the effort to spend it with me.”

“What?” He says sharply. “Tell me, what could I have done differently? I want to hear it?”

Running your fingers through your strands of hair frustratedly, you grumble in discontent. “I wanted you to be here with me on those nights I spent in the office. I wanted to have dinner with you here, but you always insisted we go out. I wanted you to be part of my projects, do things with me because we’re in the same field, yet you couldn’t even do that. I wanted you to be around and try in other ways even if it was hard to spend time with each other.”

“You’re the one who stopped trying!”

“I stopped trying when I saw how much effort you were putting into meeting these girls instead of me! How do you think I feel when you’re out buying coffee and delivering it to your co-worker? You couldn’t even do that for me.”

Clenching his jaw, he gives you a look before saying his last words. “You’re right. Maybe we weren’t right for each other.” As he’s walking toward the doors existing your office, you silently say, “She was your soulmate, wasn’t she? The co-worker.”

He turns to look at you, eyes sudden soft compared to moments ago. You were right. You’re always right.

Junmyeon is handsome in this lighting but it’s difficult to focus on the date with your argument with your ex from earlier.

He planned everything for the night—the lights, the picnic blanket, and wicker basket filled with delicious foods that he had cooked himself, a skill that he had been trying to improve lately since his roommate, Kyungsoo, had left for the military, and Chanyeol moved out to live with his soulmate.

Pulling out two wine glasses, following with a bottle, he pops the cork out before pouring some into yours. “So, what’s on your mind?” Snapping back into reality, you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your arm.

“I’m sorry? Did you say something and I missed it? Nothing’s on my mind.”

“No, something is definitely up in there. I can see it in your face.” Handing the glass to you, he’s taking out the rest of the food from the basket; he’d packed everything from kimchi to kimbap, even cheese and deli meats. There was also pie— jesus, did he have to try so hard to get to your heart? You would be melting in his affection at this point if your head wasn’t so occupied.

“Uh... honestly, there’s something. But I’m not really in the mood to talk about it because it might ruin our date.”

“I’m afraid it would ruin our date if you don’t say anything.” He raises a brow.

Shoulders dropping in defeat, you take a sip of your wine for a boost of confidence. “Fine, fine. Eunwoo met his soulmate.”

Junmyeon nods, lips pursed. “Ah, I see. And you always thought that if it didn’t work out with someone else, you’d at least have Eunwoo?”

You freeze.

How’d he know that?

Almost like he read your thoughts, he’s speaking as he’s unraveling the plastic off the plates and containers. “I can kind of tell. You never fully pushed him away. If you didn’t want him in your life at all, you would’ve asked Johnny and the building to kick him out once he went through the lobby doors. Never happened— he’s even on your calendar for lunch, even if you don’t go.”

“You’re rather observant, aren’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.” He grins, taking your hand and giving it a light kiss. “Listen, I understand. Does it have to do with the soulmate thing?”

“A bit...”

He shakes his head in condemnation, gaze drifting off at the sun that slowly begins to set in the horizon. “I hope you’re not upset because of me just because my ex left me for her soulmate. Not everyone meets their soulmate, you know? So if you met whomever it is, I’d want you to be with them.”

Ugh, Junmyeon is the epitome of a perfect man. It had been a thought that was on your mind recently, although you knew your chances of meeting your soulmate was slim, there was always that chance.

“Thank you, Junmyeon. I feel the same way about you, you know.” With that, he nods in agreement before sticking a fork into the cheese, lifting it up to your lips. “Less talking about sad stuff now. Cheese?” With a smile, you comply with his offer and open your mouth.

The sun has long disappeared for the night and his friend, the moon, makes an appearance. Junmyeon is even more beautiful under the moonlight, if possible, laying on the blanket with his head resting on his arm as he admires the stars in the sky.

Dinner was amazing— Junmyeon never fails to impress. You have to thank Chanyeol’s soulmate later on for going back to him because if it wasn’t for their bonding, you would’ve never actually met him. The previous year had taken a toll on you; the constant traveling from Japan, China, and Korea was deteriorating your health that you’d spend most of time in your office. Junmyeon didn’t even meet you until about two months ago.

Your mind wanders off. Questions like: ‘how did Chanyeol meet his soulmate’ and ‘what stopped him from wanting to get to know the girl’ or ‘did any of your other friends meet their soulmate’ all flooded your head. You figured the night had been going so well you’d avoid the topic of soulmate and save those questions for another time. After what seemed like a moment, another inquiry lights a bulb over your head.

“Wait... we never talked about this before, but do you have a marking?”

“Of course,” He looks at you confusingly. “We all have markings.”

“But I never saw yours, and you never saw mine.” You clarify, and he nods at your statement. “Well, okay, yes, that’s true. Did you want to see it? Where’s yours?”

“On my hip-bone.” You respond, tugging down on the fabric at the hem of your shirt gingerly. Eyes bulging at your response, his body tenses. “What?”

Meticulously lifting the end of his shirt up, there’s a daisy that sits on his hip-bone and you finally understand why he’s giving you such a strange reaction. Mimicking his actions, you show him yours— a daisy.

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dalnim-ficrec · 5 years

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Title: Her (Photocopied) Body

Author: neonflowers

Pairing: Suho x Kang Se Ah (OC)

Source: asianfanfic (subscription needed)

Genre: office!au | romance | smut

Summary: When Kang Se Ah went into the photocopy room and had a quickie with her colleague-with-benefit and accidentally photocopied images of her body and slips in with the files she was supposed to submit to her boss.

#suho #suhoxoc #suhoxreader #junmyeonxoc #junmyeonxreader #exoxoc #exo #boring beauty fanfic rec

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exoscenarios3 · 5 years

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Love Is Complicated. (SuhoxReader) Pt.7

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6

It was time for the wedding, and I was just as nervous as I was the first time around. Suho ended up inviting his parents. He was very stern with them and told them that if they don’t like it, they just shouldn’t come. To my surprise, however, they did come. They even said they were proud of him. I told my parents about the wedding, but told them not to bother to come, since they lived in the US, and it would be too much of a hassle if they did, but Suho insisted, and bought them plane tickets and a hotel anyways. I honestly didn’t care who came, I just wanted to finally be married to him.

The wedding wasn’t as big and extravagant like the first one, since we only had a week to plan, but our planner did a good job. It was held in a nearby park, and the party event was going to be in the park’s party room, and I was 100% okay with it. Suho also insisted that I got a whole new dress, instead of the one I had last time. He said that since he’s already seen me in it, it would be bad luck.

I looked at myself in the mirror, like I did before, and left when it was time to go. My dad led me down the isle again, and I was finally standing with Suho in front of me.

“No one is gonna run down the isle confessing their love to you, right?” He asked in a whisper, making me chuckle.

“I really hope not, and I hope it’s the same way for you.” I say, half joking. He smiled and shook his head. The pastor said his thing and we said our vows and I do’s and this time, actually got to kiss, making the marriage official.

~~~

After the reception, Suho and I immediately got in the limo and drove to our honeymoon destination. We just went to Busan, we couldn’t go far since Suho only took a couple days off.

Our hotel room was gorgeous, and even though it was really cold and we couldn’t go to the beach, there was a spa and heated pool we were planning on going to, but since we got there pretty late, we went straight to bed and watched a movie, made out a little bit, and when the movie was almost over, he started doing work on his laptop when he remembered that he had something due tomorrow, so I cuddled up to him and fell asleep.

The next morning, we woke up early, and went to the spa. We did the couple treatment, and it was the best thing ever, honestly. For once, we both just got to relax and not worry about work, or Suho’s best friend being in love with him or anything. After the spa, we went shopping, mainly for the kids, even though we didn’t know the gender of the babies yet, we kind of just guessed.

Once we were done, we went swimming. AND after that, we were exhausted, so we went back to the hotel room.

“Today was fun, but I could sleep for a good ten hours.” Suho said, plopping on the bed.

“Me too.” I sigh, laying beside him.

“You know what we could do to end a relaxing but tiring day?” Suho suggested, adjusting himself so he was looking down at me. I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck and we leaned into each other, before our lips could touch, his cell phone rang, interrupting us like it did more than it should.

“Suho.” I whined. He sighed and looked at his phone, and then answered.

“Hello?” He said, sitting up correctly. He listened to whoever was on the phone for a second, but stopped them from going any further in the conversation. “Listen, I love you, I really do, and I want to hear all about it, but, I’m kind of really busy right now. Can I call you later?” He asked. “I’m sorry. Okay. I’ll call you later. Bye.” He said, hanging the phone up.

“Who do you love that’s not me?” I asked, pouting a bit.

“That was Avia. She said Chen moved in, and she wanted to tell me about it. But that’s not important.” He said, leaning closer to me again, but I pulled away a little.

“I know you don’t mean it like that, but could you not... Tell her you love her? It’s just kind of not settling to hear.” I asked. “I’m sorry, is that dramatic? I don’t want to be that crazy wife, who everyone thinks is trying to control her husband.” I say, slightly freaking out a little.

“Sorry, all I heard was wife and husband.” He said, giving me a kiss. “I understand how you feel. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you a million times more, you have nothing to worry about.” He said, giving me another kiss.

We were on the honeymoon for another day, and then late that night, we drove back home. I liked being on the honeymoon, but nothing really beats being home to be honest. The only thing was, Suho had to go back to work and I wouldn’t be able to see him. Just because he’s at work, doesn’t mean I can’t visit him though.

The next morning, he got up early like usual, but instead of sleeping in, I decided to get up as well, and get ready with him. I turned on music, but it was like early 2000’s rap that Suho doesn’t know, but I made him listen to anyways. I got in the shower as he finished doing whatever he was doing. Before I fully got in, he stopped me.

"Look!" He said, excitedly, turning me to the mirror. "Your baby bump is starting to show." He said, smiling. I smiled too, and put my hands on my stomach.

"We should probably think up some names soon. We need to be prepared." I said, getting fully in the shower now.

"Speaking of being prepared, I was thinking-" Soho started, but like anytime he was going to say something important, his phone started ringing. "Oh, this is important, I need to take this." He said, answering the phone. "Hello? Yeah, I'm getting ready now, I'll be in the office in the next hour." He said, leaving the bathroom. I rolled my eyes, and continued taking my shower. Once I got out, Suho came back in. "That was corporate, there's gonna be a meeting as soon as I get in, so I need to go now. But, I wanna talk to you when I get home." He said, kissing the top of my head.

"Will you be home late tonight then?" I asked.

"Probably, the meeting is supposed to last all day, so I won't be able to eat lunch either. We might have a little break, but I'll probably just work more." He said.

"You shouldn't work yourself like this, you'll get sick." I said, worried for him.

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me too much, okay?" He said, kissing my cheek this time. "i gotta go. I'll text you when I can." He said, leaving the bathroom.

I finished getting ready, and then ran some errands while the maids cleaned the apartment. I didn't want to be in their way. On my way out of the apartment, I ran into Avia. I smiled awkwardly, and nodded my head to her just a little. And of course, we would have gotten on the same elevator, riding from the top floor to the bottom. The ride down was silent, and awkward and I was more than happy when the doors opened to the floor I was getting off at.

Suho came home later than expected. Which, I wasn’t surprised, but it would’ve been nice to at least eat dinner with him tonight. I ended up leaving him food in the fridge, and tried to stay up and wait for him, but I fell asleep on the couch. Like most nights, when Suho came home, he immediately would wake me up without trying to. I heard the door open and opened my eyes to see if it was him. He smiled, took off his shoes and put his coat jacket on the stand by the door.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He said, sitting next to me on the couch. “You should sleep in the bed, you’ll catch a cold out here.” Suho said, putting my legs on his lap, and letting me continue to lay down comfortably.

“I wanted to wait for you. Dinner’s in the fridge if you’re hungry. I’m sure you are, you probably haven’t eaten all day.” I say.

“I’m starving.” He said, putting his hands on his stomach.

“By the way, what did you want to talk about this morning?” I asked, sitting up a bit.

“This morning?” He said, in thought. “Oh, so I had this idea.” He said.

“Let’s hear it.” I say.

“This Christmas, how would you like to go to Germany, and spend a whole week there? We could celebrate Christmas there and I’ll make sure no one from work bothers me.” He suggested.

“A week in Germany!? Of course!” I said, excited.

“However, there’s one thing.” He said, making me slump my shoulders.

“Uh oh.” I said, scared to hear what that one thing is.

“I would like to invite Avia, and anyone else of her choosing.” He said. I whined a little like a two year old, and laid back down. “Come on, she’s still my friend, and I consider her family. I would like to spend Christmas with her too. And it’s not like it’ll just be the three of us, there’ll be another person.” He said. “And I’ll make sure that we all have fun and there’s no drama. Plus there’s a Christmas present I have that effects all of us.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows a bit.

“Fine, but I’m gonna complain about it.” I said. He smiled, and kissed my forehead.

“Good. I’ll call her tomorrow and ask if she can come.” He said, with a smile. I know I’ve been impossible for the past few days, so I wanted to make him happy. “In the mean time, I’m going to eat, you go get some sleep in the bed, Okay? I won’t be too long.” He said, moving my legs and going to the kitchen as I went to our bedroom and fell asleep.

~~Avia’s P.O.V~~

I got a call that I could come into work, I’ve applied at a near by cafe, and got the job, luckily. However, apparently, after the fight at the after party, Kai fired Sehun and he was now working at this cafe, but I was pretty excited, so I got up quickly, put my hair in a messy ponytai. I threw on a pair of leggings and sweater and headed to the cafe.

“You’re slow, we called you in like an hour ago.” Sehun said, pulling out two mugs from underneath the counter. “Get back here,”

I went behind the counter and walked to him.

“Okay, so I’m going to start with basics. So a classic espresso and cream.” He began. “Wait, put this on.” He tossed me a green T-shirt, that honestly looked terrible, but I didn’t argue. I put it over my sweater so i could continue working.

“Okay, so you go over to this machine, and fill the cup up like halfway.” He demonstrated, and I did the same after him. “This is the hard part,” He said. I was only half paying attention now, already growing bored. He put his hand on my face, and forced me to look at him. “I need you to pay attention, Okay?”

“It’s just coffee,” I said, my voice distorted due to being squished. I pushed his hands away.

“Just coffee.” He scoffed. “Tell that to my one million Instagram followers, who come to me for quality espresso art.” Sehun threw the towel he was holding in his hand over his shoulder.

“What the hell happened to you?” I asked.

“No cursing in uniform, now pay attention. So you just pour starting from the bottom, wiggle it back and forth, and then pull back. See? Easy peasy.” He set the cup down on the counter, and rang the bell next to the register. “Now you try,” he leaned his elbow on the counter. I tried but it just ended up a swirly mess.

“How is this easy?” I stomped. My phone started ringing in my pocket. I pulled it out, and saw it was Suho. “Ooooh,” I smiled, answering. “Hello?” Sehun took my phone and hung up. “Ugh rude!” He put my phone in his back pocket.

“Just be happy I didn’t put it in the blender like I did with the last guy who worked here.”

“Do you think you’re taking this a bit too seriously?” I asked.

“I don’t think so. I took finance too seriously, and now, I’m out and having a better time than ever, so I’m not going to mess this up.” He said. “Okay, Just watch me and figure it out as you go. I think you’ll catch on.” He said. I was still curious as to why Suho called me in the middle of the day.

~~Your P.O.V~~

“I called Avia, but she hung up immediately.” Suho said, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Oh well, looks like she doesn’t want to go.” I shrug.

“I didnt even ask her yet.” Suho said. I pouted a little, and sat on the couch. “You’ll have fun, I promise. We’ll have a lot of time together, there won’t be any work, or distractions,” He said, suggestively, sitting next to me.

“We’ll have one distraction.” I say. He put his finger under my chin, and made me look at him.

“Avia won’t be a distraction. She’ll bring Kyungsoo most likely, and she’ll be too preoccupied with him.” He said.

“Sure.” I say, rolling my eyes. He pulled me closer to him.

“Don’t be like that. You’ll have a good time. We’ll have a good time. Who knows, maybe we’ll end up with triplets by the end of this trip.” He said, putting his forehead to mine.

“That’s not how that works. I’m already pregnant, I can’t get pregnant again.” I laughed.

“I know, but I can hope.” He said, giving me a kiss.

“Let’s just be happy for the two we’re gonna have.” I say.

“I guess you’re right. I’ve just become greedy, haven’t I?” He asked. Suho’s phone rang, and he answered after a few seconds. “Avia, hey. Why’d you hang up earlier? You have a job now? Where?” Suho asked. “A cafe? Well, congratulations. Oh, what did I call for? Oh yeah, so, for Christmas week, (Y/N) and I are going to go to Germany, and were wondering if you wanted to come with us. You can bring whoever you’d like.” He explained. “Okay, great. We’ll see you soon.” He said, before hanging up. “Avia’s in.” He said.

“Great.” I sigh.

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astrolutleyinlove · 5 years

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Runaway

Short Mafia AU Series

Pairing: SuhoxReader

Warning: Eventual violence, possible other harsh topics

Word Count: 768

Part 1, Part 2

It was a usual Wednesday morning, birds chirping outside in the warming air while pedestrians made their way to and from work or school. Y/N sat in her small apartment next to the window watching life go down below her. She smiled at children running down sidewalks with their tiny backpacks bouncing up and down on their backs while their parents tried to keep up. The occasional dog walker would come and go, one even go away from the owner which prompted a slight traffic jam as the furry flash ran into oncoming cars but luckily was still wagging its tail by the end of it. Men in suits powerwalked with their briefcases in hand and woman chatting with a friend passed steadily. This was a normal thing the woman did, watching people in the morning with a cup of coffee and usually still in her pajamas. She started teaching her language to students overseas online months ago which gave her the flexibility to have her own schedule, and with her past experiences made her a rather sought-after teacher. She enjoyed the fact she could have her own schedule, it had certainly helped when she had moved from her previous residence and needed a new job. It wasn't much, the teaching, but it kept her up with a pleasant, simple life. Her apartment was nothing fancy, but it was just enough for one person to live. A one bedroom and bathroom space were all she needed and luckily found this one. It felt as close to home as one could be after moving across an ocean. Or maybe that's just what she was telling herself? Y/N didn't even know anymore, but she did know that she was finally content with her life. Her observation of the people below was cut off by the sudden ringing of her doorbell. Raising an eyebrow Y/N glanced to her front door. She wasn't expecting anyone, and she really didn't have any friends that would show up uninvited, or friends at all for that matter. Nor did she order anything that would be delivered to her residence. The woman slowly stood up, softly putting her cup on the table trying to not make any noise and pulled her curtains shut. Carefully she walked to a drawer in her kitchen, pulling out a small gun she carried for protection, she knew it was loaded so she made tiptoed to the small alarm system she installed, checking the video to see who was outside. The feed only showed her the door across from hers, no one stood in the frame and everything seemed rather quiet. Y/N narrowed her eyes and stood 10 minutes watching the screen, waiting for something, anything to happen. Nothing. She was growing paranoid at this point, so she stepped away but didn't set the gun down. If anything her grip increased on the stock, knuckles a few seconds from turning white. She peeked outside, careful to not cause too much movement but everything still seemed normal as people went on with their day. It was then that the normalcy died down. Loud beeping signaled from the hallway, the buildings fire alarm was going off. "Goddammit." Y/N muttered to herself, debating on whether to leave the building or continued holed up in her room. To most people, this would seem like an obvious decision to make, but to her, it was more difficult. She checked back outside her window, watching people gather outside the building and staring at where a possible fire could be. Y/N finally made a decision, grabbing a purse that was long enough to keep her hand in it she put the gun inside and checked the camera feed one more time. Everything was still clear. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the front door and took one step outside. "You really fell for that, Y/N?" A deep voice spoke as soon as she had one foot out of the door. Her heart began to pound as she immediately tried to return to her apartment, but the man was quick enough to shove his foot between the wall and door before it would shut. Without missing a beat, the woman drew the gun and pointed it straight at him as he shut the door behind him. "What do you want Suho?" She asked, her posture and voice never wavering from the position the pair were in. Suho didn't look phased as he leaned against the door, he just smirked at the gun pointed at him and even stifled a laugh. "You really thought you could get away?"

#exo #exo imagine #exo scenarios #suho #suho imagine #junmyeon #kim junmyun

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kaepop-trash · 7 years

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Game ch-5

Rated: M for Smut.

Pairing: SuhoxReader

Summary: Suho despises you, from the way you act like nothing bothers you to how you always had a witty response. Still you challenge him in the one thing he’s good at and it drives him insane. Yet, he always catches himself thinking about you too much, even if it’s about how he can’t stand you. Suho really used to despise you.

(A/N): Final chapter!! I don’t know how to feel about this? Let me know what you think? I mean you should always write for yourself first, but a little motivation from here and there is always nice.

Junmyeon sat in his car, and paced around his car even longer. It took him a long while to finally go into the party. As soon as he walked through the door he was swarmed by different people, most just wanting to know about what happened in the morning. He answered them distracted with versions of, ‘It was a personal thing’ before he excused himself from the crowd. He wasn’t looking for her, but his eyes were definitely searching the crowd and his gaze did shift every time he saw whatever resembled her white dress.

As Junmyeon was walking by the kitchen he heard her voice and peered in curiously. She was talking to a boy from his civil law class, they seemed to be enjoying their conversation. His legs led the way and he registered her smell.

“Can we talk?” He heard himself tell her.

“I’m busy, we can talk later.” The guy definitely felt he was important after that, Junmyeon suppressed a scoff.

“Now.” His voice didn’t leave space for argument and she gave the guy an apologetic smile before following Junmyeon. He stopped in a corridor which was away from the loud music and stared her in silence for long enough for her to cross her arms in front of her.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said and she just sighed.

“It’s fine, we’re both adults. You don’t have to feel like you took advantage of me or something.” She waved her hand as if to solidify her dismissive tone.

“Oh. Well that too, it’s fine. I don’t like tension, it’s all water under the bridge.” She extended her hand to him and he looked down perplexed before putting his larger hand in her smaller one. She suddenly gave him a smile that illuminated her eyes and something changed, the dynamic shifted and words rushed onto the edge of his lips. He opened his mouth for a taste of air.

“Look who it is!” They both turned to the source of the sound, but not before catching the disappointment in the others eyes. They saw a small boy approaching them with a dazed smile.

“Baekhyun.” Junmyeon said in acknowledgement. He turned to him, his smile growing so wide that his eyes weren’t visible.

“Did I interrupt something?” He pouted as if sensing the situation. A small stumble finally gave his state away to the two.

“Yes.” She said and both the boys were left speechless and wide eyed. Baekhyun’s mouth turned to a silent ‘oh’ and he looked at Junmyeon with an apologetic grin followed by a very suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows which made him cough awkwardly.

“Need a condom again? I won’t even ask for com-” He stumbled again with an audible gasp and put his hand on the wall as if finally realising it could serve a purpose to his at this venture.

“No, I’m good. Let’s get you home huh?” She cooed, walking up to support him. He seemed to consider it for a second before another stumble made him hum in approval of her plan. She put his arm around her neck and Junmyeon did the same with the other and soon enough they were outside walking to Junmyeon’s car while Baekhyun kept blabbering nonsense.

They arrived at Junmyeon's dorm shortly after because Baekhyun insisted she take him back because Junmyeon would almost certainly drop him at least once on purpose, she laughed but agreed. After putting Baekhyun to bed Junmyeon offered to walk her to her dorm and she accepted. The walk was silent but neither seemed to mind. When they finally arrived at the door the sense of familiarity didn't go past Junmyeon.

“Ok that's it I guess. See you tomorrow.” He paused and thought something over. “Monday actually, since it's the weekend, sorry.” He sighed at how stupid each and every word from his mouth sounded right now, she giggled.

“Or we can meet tomorrow. Dinner? You can pick me up at 7 from my sister's place.” Junmyeon stared at her with a blank expression trying to understand what she meant. She bit her lip which made him blush before he realised she was suppressing a laugh.

“Sister?” He asked one of the many questions swarming his mind.

“You were there today so you won't need the address right?” She looked like she was trying not to smile. He looked so confused that she sighed.

“Sehun is my brother-in-law, my sister is married, yes I just asked you out, you still haven't said yes, and I'm freezing.” Junmyeon suddenly broke out of the confused trance he was in and stood closer to her, wrapping her in his coat and gently kissing her lips. The kiss was so gentle, he would have thought it didn't even happen had it not been for the electricity he felt radiating from the kiss.

“Is that a good enough answer?” He whispered when he barely parted from her. She smiled.

“For someone who always likes to voice their opinion you sure are quiet today.” He laughed gently at her words and put his forehead on hers.

“I’m trying to keep things simple for your understanding.” He laughed harder when she smacked his arm.

“Maybe you should keep tomorrow simple and go alone.” She tried only half-heartedly to pull away and he held her tighter.

“I wouldn't dream of it.” His eyes shined as they stared into hers. She pouted and for the second time he wanted to kiss her.

“Why? It's not like you haven't done it before.” She used her logical voice.

“Yes but now I have you.” She didn't argue with that.

#exo #suho #college #College!AU #junmyeon #fanfic #baekhyun #party #kim junmyeon #exo smut #scenario #kpop #fan fiction #sehun #chen #kai #d.o.#chanyeol #xiumin #lay

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skyrimshock11-blog · 8 years

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Imperfection

Suhoxreader. In Seoul, South Korea a new science company was built, it is very exclusive to only the hardest workers. You go there to help others and to be with your friends whom you’d die for. Until something happens. Something terribly wrong. In the midst of this terror will you also find love with Suho the Kpop singer who just happens to be going through the the same horror as you? … When you have everything, that is when you are the weakest.

This thought slips into your mind as you wake up. If you’re not busy that’s all you can think about. That’s all you think of because when you were younger you were always alone. Sure when you were in elementary school you would talk to someone or go to birthday. But no one really cared for you in the way you wanted. You kept your secrets locked down because of something you didn’t want to be discovered about your family and you hid from the family members who tried to reach you. “Are you all right?” They would ask, and every time you would smile and say “I’m fine.”

Instead of becoming a scientist I should’ve become an actress.

You finally think that last thought before getting ready. Your apartment is filled with morning light. The walls are painted white but due to the poor care from the previous owners the walls gray cement is now clearly shown through the imperfections of the aging paint.

I love imperfections, they make everything so much more real. They show what’s really underneath everything.

That’s what you always thought, you think as you graze your hand onto a piece of that smooth white paint, that when in appearance someone seems perfect that someone can in truth be damaged. But that damage, you think, as your hand then grazes across to the peeling paint, is what makes us up to be what we are and what makes us real. Your hand then reaches to the gray, and when you’ve finally discovered that damage… that is when you know someone. Not just the perfect persona they try so desperately to amplify to the world.

Luckily I have found those people who can see through my imperfections.

Those people would be your friends, they know who you are and you know who they are. You know the curvature of their smiles and they know about how easily you blush under awkward situations. You know of the fire within their souls, for each has their passions, and they know of your strong will to get through everyday. They know of your secret. But for you the most important information they know about you is that you would sooner die than have any of them hurt.

And even though that is the everything that keeps you weak, you’re willing to eat breathe and live for those people all around you. Even the people who can’t see the gray within your chipped paint.

You look out into the street from the apartment that is lifted high above the ground. It’s 7 and the streets are already filled with people. These people who don’t stop and think about life, but that is how it is in every city in every country in every continent. Seoul is no exception. Even though you hate cities and hate the bustle this was the place where the new and most exclusive laboratory for scientists like you can help people. Help make a difference. Once you heard about that amazing job opportunity, how could you say no. Plus your friends were accepted to, all of you could go and delve into your passions.

The problems though you think as you ruffle your hair is that you don’t understand Korean. Your a foreigner. And you’re in love with Kpop. You don’t want your overseers to find out though, because would they keep you? No, because let’s face it would a person who loves Kpop who is 23 go to work or to a concert. That is what they would think. Only you are the type to work every single chance you have… of course while listening to Kpop.

You finally head to the bathroom and wash off your face. Your face is not dazzling or like a models and there’s blemishes on your face, that doesn’t mean your not attractive though. Your eyes are pretty, lighting with a strong fire for determination, passion, and an innocence. That’s what you’ve always liked best, not your looks, or your smarts but the passion of learning and helping others.

The clothes you wear are from the company. A pair of black pants are long and a bit too small for you, but otherwise comfortable. Along with that a white shirt that is long and a bit too big, but otherwise comfortable. Once you tuck in the white shirt, put on some black flats and place on your I.D you’re out on the street walking to work.

“Y/N! I’m over here!” You hear a voice call out to you. It’s Maple. Just like her name everything about her is like maple. Her eyes are like it’s clear green leaves with pretty circular dew drops on them. Her hair are different shades of brown just like the trunks. And her smell is like maple syrup freshly extracted from that beautiful tree. Everything about her is so innocent. Maple is waving out to you now whilst running to you with her arms wide open.

“I’ve missed you.” You smell her sweet hair and you hug her back. Even though she’s a year older than you she is shorter than you while she’s wearing heels. Another thing you love about her is her child-like behavior.

“We saw each other yesterday. You know when I came to Korea and you drove me and Jolene to our different apartments.” It has been a year before yesterday that I was able to see Maple in person since she also moved here last year. So I understand but she’s so cute that I wanted to see what her reaction would be.

“Still, I missed you.” She looks up still clinging to me with doe eyes. Yep, definitely cute, you think while you know you’re smiling like a dork. She then let’s me go and instead grabs my hand. “Come on. I’ll show you your viral department.”

She takes me to what is the department I’m going to be working at. It wasn’t until I got inside the actual buildings that you realized how many departments there are. According to Maple’s tour there are twenty different departments. You already knew everything about this place before you got here, not just from studying but from Maple telling her about it. Maple had discussed about how Human Advances, this company, had the largest building dedicated wholly to science. This building is also the thickest and tallest building in the world. But everyone already knew about that. She also said that thanks to Human Advances thousands of jobs became available for a stable payment for the young, new minds of our generation. You found yourself loving this company’s CEO. Another good reason you came here.

Soon the tour was over and Maple dropped you off at the Viral department. Before leaving she whispered in your ear two very important things

Firstly, “In a week you’ll become the highest ranking official in the Viral department, just like I became one for the Alternate Energy Resources department” Secondly, this made your ears turn red , “Suho’s going to be here to make an ad for applying for jobs here.” As she said this she skipped away feeling accomplished with making you blush like crazy.

Suho has always been your celebrity crush. Not just because you thought he was hot, which yes he is, but that he got out of school in a very high ranking, which of course you had to beat.(which you did beat.) Not just that he is clearly smart but his personality is so hopeful, always smiling. He was basically your inspiration in life and though you know you won’t know him or his imperfections. But you know he’s what kept you inspired and who helped you open up to the people you couldn’t live without.

The reason why I fought and why I won was because of his strength that he offered with only his smile.

You wait for your blush to calm down before entering the Viral department. Inside you are greeted by Jolene who came with you to Korea. She’s more shy than you but is probably the smartest person in the building. Her hair is black and sleeked into a braid, she’s hiding her pretty obsidian eyes by staring into the ground. “Hey, Jolene.” I whisper softly. She’s so gentle that I feel as though she’s a deer that may get spooked if I speak too loudly. “It’s so nice here. All the people are really nice. And I’m glad you’re here.” She’s says this as she looks up towards you and smiles sweetly. She is the same height as you but she has more curves than you do. Her voice is like silk and every time you heard her sing it lulled you to sleep because it sounded just like soft rain and birds tweeting on a nice sunny morning.

I met with my overseer who seemed kind enough, he had a translator be my personal assistant. She was nice also. The translator told me I could just call her Yeong and that my bosses name is Mr. Choi. I said my thanks to my boss for offering me the job and bowed to him as deeply as I could. Although I can not speak Korean or write Hangul I worked very hard on learning the customs of the people. You went right to work. Yeong brought a list of outbreaks in places and the symptoms at each place. You were asked to write what type of outbreaks they could be. You were ready for this. In about 45 mins you were done with the possible three types of virus’, how these viruses started, (taking in for account the geography) and the vaccines that must be use to treat those cases. You also put in references from the 343 college textbooks you’ve memorized front to back. There were each 260 cases that you were given. The work that would’ve kept someone in for a whole day and a night had been completed in 45 minutes. That’s because you are best in your field and that’s why you are there.

You look over to see Jolene struggling a bit. She’s smarter than even you but you know the reason why she sometimes struggles is because she lacks confidence, but even with that she has a love for learning that you admire so much about her. “Since we’re done for the day, you can go home after giving these reports to my higher ups who will check over my work. Don’t worry though. There are no mistakes.” I look up at Yeong who is flipping through my work in disbelief. “What is she an animal.” She says this in Korean but she doesn’t know I at least looked over the Korean dictionary before coming here on the plane. But yes, I’d consider myself an animal when it comes to my work. Yeong then leaves with my reports and walks toward what I know as my higher ups offices.

I guess Maple is right, I might just get that promotion.

You smile to yourself as you realize it’s break time.

You can’t wait to see Autumn who has off. You haven’t seen her in person in two years and you weren’t able to see her when you first came to Korea also. She’s second in charge behind the CEO so you understand why. You walk calmly out to the roof where she texted you’d meet. You can feel my heart beating though! You can’t wait to see her! For you she’s your mother. Between you, Jolene and Maple she’s always been the mother and you were the eldest sister who was always very protective of Jolene and Maple. You can see it now as you walk into a pretty garden in the back, Autumns pretty wild red hair flowing in the breeze with her green hazel eyes gazing into the sky and not mind being blinded by the sun. That’s the way you’d look at the sky with her. But just as you walk into the garden on the roof you get a text.

“Hey, I have to do some extra work, but I’ll definitely treat you to some dessert”

She didn’t even have enough time to write a period. Oh well, as long as she helps others. You sigh but still walk to the back of the garden. You look out into the sky letting the sun blind you whilst pulling out a granola bar you kept in your pocket. You eat it peacefully and just as your about to turn around you come face to face with someone. He’s wearing a suit and a paper mouth covering. I can’t tell out the details of him because of the sun blinding me. He then speaks but it’s a bit muffled by the mask. “Do you speak Korean” he asked in English. You replied. “No, do you need any help though.” He shook his head and then looked out into the sky. “It’s very pretty, isn’t it.” You say. It would be awkward if we didn’t speak and he was right next to you. “Yes, it is.” He says this and you turn but he wasn’t looking at the sky anymore. He was looking at you. “I love how the sky is,” you find yourself saying. You don’t know why either but this person feels familiar, safe. “Because no matter what type of sky it is. Whether it’s raining, clear, cloudy, or snowing, it always has a brilliant sun that no matter where anyone is or how visible it is its always there.” What you were saying reminded you of Autumn. No matter how sad or happy you were she’s always there. She was always you’re sun. “You aren’t talking about the sun are you?” I nod my head. I feel comfortable with him and with the sun making my skin warm and comfy. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks slowly and when I turn back to him and not the sky I swear his face is slightly blushed. “No, don’t worry. No ones going to get jealous if you talk to me. My friend, more like a mom really was who I was talking about.” “Oh. And she’s not always seen but she still supports you, she’s you’re center?” He asks. “Yes. It’s more than friendship or love when someone becomes you’re center. They become everything.” You say this and smile. You then feel a blush to come on. You cover you’re cheeks.

Why am I telling him so much about me?

You think this as you stare into him. The details of him become a bit clearer, such that he has a thick head of hair and that he has large brown eyes that I realize are moist.

Is he… crying?

“That must be amazing. To have someone be your center, your everything. The people that I’ve tried to care for leave me. What if it’s my fault.” You realize then that he is sobbing. You know why I felt comfortable with him. It’s because of his imperfections. Between his shyness and sadness. You know this person and now you have to keep him safe. Without thinking you hug him. You wrap my arms around his neck. He’s taken aback as he doesn’t hug me. You then whisper into his ear. “It’s okay. No matter what someone is always willing to listen to to you and keep you as their center.” You realize that I’ve started to cry. You haven’t cried in months, but here is someone who has been lonely like you were in the past who has made you sob like a child. You think that when he hears you crying that is the moment he holds onto you. Your heart starts to skip beats and you can hear his heart skipping. A feeling of warmth and a feeling of love starts to spread through you that is unlike the type you share with you’re friends, this one is different.

I want to hold him forever

You hold each other for a good while until both of you had stopped crying. For a couple of minutes you just stared at each other. The tears still moist in you’re eyes prevented you from fully seeing who you’ve felt this connection that may be love.

“Sir we need you. The ad is ready…” A voice from a pretty woman says behind us.

Wait ad… Don’t tell me…

“You’re…”

Suho.

#exo suho #kpop scenarios #fanfic #suhomyeon.y.m #suhoxreader

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yuzukult · 4 years

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midnight snacks || junmyeon & reader

title: midnight snacks genre: idol!reader, idol!suho, romance, fluff words: 5.5k notes: as requested!!! sorry it took so long... i just... sleep so much after working earlier in the day and also my weekends just fly by so quickly :( hope i did not disappoint!

Saying that you were anxious is an understatement.

Your hands are clammy, so moist that you lose your grip on the door handle, constantly slipping the metal hardware from your hands that a staff member aids to your side, opening the door as you mutter a quick ‘thank you’ with a head hung low, shuffling into the dressing room.

The place is chaotic—people running around palms full, ranging from iPads, makeup brushes, hair products, hair tools... just name any cosmetic item and you’d find it laying around somewhere in the room or in the hands of a stylist. In the chairs are your band mates, one by one are being attended by at least four people per person. You’d jokingly tell some of them that it takes an entire team to make them look somewhat decent enough to be on television.

There’s suddenly a knock on the door, gaining your attention but those around you are oblivious with different priorities in mind. The visitor bows at the staff that he captures the attention of, making his way to the couch where the rest of your girl group is seated.

“I got your favorite orders from your manager.” He says, placing bags of beverages and snacks that overwhelms your entire band, gawking and thanking the senior. “I figured since this is your debut stage, I’d come wish you guys luck!”

Kim Junmyeon— or known as Suho of EXO on stage— is the epitome of a perfect man. He’s a senior at the same company, a leader of one of the biggest groups in Korea, and you found yourself becoming one of those girls who had swooned over his beaming smile and generous actions. With his hair slicked back, dressed neatly in a casual white button up in his blue jeans and a black blazer, he always seems to make your heart skip a beat.

You might have a tiny small crush on Kim Junmyeon.

It probably started during your trainee days where you got to watch him and Jongin teach the newbies Love Shot as a dance exercise. He’d been patient with the group, constantly repeating himself when he needed to but also coming to anyone’s side and helping them perfect their movements in order to improve and advance to debut.

Unable to do a body roll as well as Jongin, Junmyeon laughs at the side of your stiff body, pressing his hand on your lower back, watching you uneasily. “Is this okay?” He asks for permission, knowing there’s a thin line between the two of you. He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Is there anything wrong with him?

“Thanks, Junmyeon oppa!” One of your bandmates exclaims, cheeks already full of the boba from the milk tea he delivered. There’s smiles all around the room, all because of him, and you want nothing more than to be the cause of his as well. But you know better. Today was your debut stage, someone who is barely making way in the industry, and he was someone who had already claimed a spot, a well-known name.

Trapped in your own thoughts, you’re blurred back into reality at the sound of your name being called repeatedly. Shaking your head, you turn to the caller, eyes meeting with Junmyeon. “Oh, uh, thanks for this, by the way.”

“Of course,” He says, giddy. “Is this what you like? I asked your manager, and he named a couple things but I wasn’t sure which was your favorite.” He has an iced coffee in his hand, and a bun with what you can assume is filled with bbq pork, something you’d always get. His effort was admirable, just another thing to add on your list of things you liked about him.

“Pork bun?” You clarify, taking it from his grasp as he nods in confirmation. “Your favorite?”

“Yes, more than just a favorite, my one true love,” You exaggerate, opening the wrapper before your leader stops you by placing her hand in between, blocking you from eating as you frown. “Why!”

“We’re about to perform! Do you really want a button to pop on stage?”

“No...”

“Aw, come on, let her have one bite. Oppa’s request,” Junmyeon chimes in, an innocent look on his face. “I want to see her appreciate my gift.” Glancing over to see her expression, her face softens as signals you to take a bite. Opening your mouth as wide as you can, you munch on a large portion as her face contorts in disgust and surprise. “What— I said one bite!”

“It was one bite,” You respond, mouth full of inhaling half of the bread before choking on it from taking in a quick breath as Junmyeon chuckles heartily, handing over the coffee to you. Slurping abruptly, you slap your chest before regaining your breathing and your leader rolls her eyes. “Junmyeon, if I get in trouble because of her, I’m blaming you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take the blame!” He chuckles, patting your back. “Seems like she enjoyed it a lot, it’s worth the blame.” His words warm your heart and you mentally kick yourself for being so easily swayed by anything he says. Your leader looks over at you, slightly agitated by your actions and you know you’re going to get a talk later, but in the presence of Junmyeon, she could never confront you. She excuses herself, walking away from the two of you before Junmyeon bursts into a giggle and you scowl at the older male.

“Stop it, she’s going to lecture me when we go back home.” You whine, a pout upon your lips.

“Nobody told you to take such a huge bite!”

“Well, nobody told you to buy me a pork bun! How am I supposed to resist?” He’s gifting you his signature smile again, and you feel like your chest is going to explode. “Is this what I get for trying to be nice? A complaint from you?”

“I mean... I did choke on it.” You argue, closing the plastic of the baked good, placing it on your dressing chair. “But... it was good, Junmyeon, thank you.”

“Anything for my favorite trainee,” He grins, leaning over to pinch your cheek gingerly. “I’m eager to see you perform. You’ve worked so hard all those years, you’ve come a long way.”

You want to tell yourself that maybe Junmyeon was being too caring and attentive toward you compared to your other members and trainees under the company. Realistically, with who he is and his capabilities, you found yourself falling back into your pit, convinced that he treats everyone this way. He was intimidatingly successful, responsible and altruistic. You? You were just his temporary mentee who only caught his attention from your clumsiness.

The name of your group is called by the station, and you’re all adjusting your stage outfits anxiously, taking in deep breaths in tempts of calming the nerves. Glancing over at Junmyeon, he sends you a soft smile, rubbing your cheek with his thumb comfortingly. “Hey, you got this. You guys are going to kill it.”

Was it Kim Junmyeon’s motivational words that made your debut stage an amazing one or was it the pork bun he provided?

Probably the pork bun.

Almost immediately after the cameras turned on, the turmoil of jitters squandered. Your group performed as a team, and for the first time in your life, you felt like you belonged somewhere. The cheers in the crowd were the music to your ears, swelling the hearts of yours and those around you, eager to continue this pathway of aspiration, feeling as though the hurdles you’d jump over through the years of training had all been worth it.

Hoping off the stage, still living in the high, you spot Junmyeon standing behind stage, his signature smile stretching from cheek to cheek.

“Look at that, you guys did great.” He says, hands in the pocket of his jeans. Skeptical of the confidence that abruptly washes over you, you extend your arms, pulling him into a tight hug, despite your sweat and sticky body. “I finally made it, Junmyeon. I got to perform on stage.”

Junmyeon never misses any of your stage performances since then.

He found himself enjoying the sight of your face with an elated expression. He relished in the way when you finished your performance, the first person your eyes lay on is him, energy running on a high, rushing toward him with your arms wide open. Your warmth, your scent— it all drives him wild, and he’s not sure what the feeling is, but all he knows is that he loves it.

There’s a tap on your window, and sluggishly, you glance over to see who it is, realizing it’s nobody before pulling the covers over your head again.

Tap! It occurs again.

Frustrated, you groggily drag yourself from the bed, dressed in a baggy T-shirt and shorts, peering out of the window. There you see Junmyeon, standing on the patch of grass outside of your dorm complex, waving eagerly before gesturing to open the window. Complying, you tug on the sill up. “What?” You hiss in a whisper.

“Come out and grab a snack with me.”

“A snack? Junmyeon sunbae, hate to break it to you but it’s 1am.”

He shrugs at your response, before shaking the key fob to his car in his hand. “Doesn’t matter what time it is. My stomach says, ‘time to eat’ and I don’t argue with it. Come down and grab a bite with me, kid.”

Sometimes just watching Junmyeon eat makes you full. But knowing Junmyeon, he doesn’t let you observe him consume the food, no, that’s not why he invites you out during the late hours of the night.

He thinks you’re funny and yet so brutally honest, two of the best qualities you have, and there’s only so many minutes in a day that he can spend with you, so utilizing that he’s “hungry for a midnight snack” or “needing company for fresh air” was always the excuses he used to bring you out and enjoy some time with you. There wasn’t a moment within the day that you weren’t with your band members, so sneaking you out once the moon makes an appearance became common when he realized how pleasing it is being around you.

“Junmyeon, I hate those, why do you keep buying them? They’re atrocious,” You cringe, throwing one of those white sausage packs in his direction. “If you want me to come out with you, at least get me something I like.”

“I did, check the bag.” Junmyeon’s peeling one of the sausages out of it’s plastic casings, taking a huge chunk into his mouth. “Mm. I know if my manager saw me eating this he’d be super disappointed.”

“I’m pretty sure that both of our managers would be kicking out asses if they saw us out here right now, in the middle of the night, in public while eating these fatty snacks.” Peeking into the bag, you notice a familiar logo. “Oh—what’s this? Where did you find this? Did they sell this at the convenience store?”

The recognizable blue box from Kellogg’s is hard to miss with it’s simple bold lettering that reads ‘pop.tarts’ and your mouth waters at the sight. “And it’s strawberry. Where the hell did you get this, sunbae? They don’t sell these in Korea.”

He loved watching your face lit up the moment you tear open the box to pull out one of the foiled packaging, tearing it up to grab a piece of the pastry. “I know they don’t. Remember when you asked me why I enjoy eating maxbons so much? Because it reminds me of my childhood and growing up. Then you mentioned that you loved poptarts when you were living in the US, so I did some digging and found it.”

“Wow, sunbae, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you have a crush on me. You must have went through lengths for this!” You say jokingly, stuffing your mouth with the poptart. It’s hard and crunchy— the texture wasn’t ideal for a pastry and you knew that this was not some high end snack, but the memories of sitting in your elementary school’s playground with one of these in your hands and a box of apple juice with a bendy straw brought you back.

You moved from the States to Korea at a young age, with your parents deciding it was time to return back to their hometown when your grandfather’s health began to decline. Transferring to a school that was unfamiliar and having to adjust to a different language that you’d only been barely a beginner in was difficult. Making friends in an entirely new country was arduous, especially when you’re trying to adapt to a new culture and their language.

Reminiscing back to the time you’d leave your middle school exit, attempting to follow the route back home yourself, a recruiter of some sort persistently solicited for your attention. She kept saying that she could make you famous— or ‘well-known,’ was the closest term you could understand, and you were almost weeping on your way home before she decided to leave you with her card, suggesting that you should give her card to your parents to contact her.

Turns out she was a recruiter for SM Entertainment.

Your parents figured it was something you could occupy your mind with and training under an entertainment company would be helpful in improving your Korean and meeting new friends.

And boy, they were right. The company had invested in so much money on trying to expand your knowledge on how to speak the language, including the other trainees, especially these guys that were also from different parts of the world, so studying never felt lonely.

“I want you to feel like home here, or at least with me. I know how much you’ve missed it there and it’ll be awhile before you get to visit again.”

Something about Junmyeon is disparaging in this light— is it the way the moonlight bounces off his cheekbones? Or the way his eyes twinkle in your direction? His hair blowing in the route of the wind gives you a glimpse of his forehead— is it possible that a forehead could be so... beautiful? ... All this because of a poptart?

You want to slap yourself back into reality, but if you did it right now in front of him, he’d probably think you’re insane.

“Are you planning on going to the States again?” You ask, attempting to shake your mind from drifting into any more thoughts. The artificial flavor of the strawberry hits your tongue and you can’t help but feel so giddy inside with the feeling associated with the taste.

Junmyeon smiles in your direction, one that warms your heart. “Possibly. But I’d like you to tag along if I go. Maybe you could take me to places I’ve never been before.”

Peculiarly, that isn’t the only time Junmyeon takes you out in the middle of the night.

It becomes consistent, an every other day kind of thing, and although your endurance on running on lack of sleep is infamous, Junmyeon is not that great in comparison.

“Oppa, are you dozing off?”

“Huh?” He flinches in his seat, shifting awake. He’d been sitting in the waiting room in the SM building, possibly expecting someone, but he was falling asleep every five seconds in the midst of a conversation with one of your bandmates.

“Is my story that boring?”

“No, no!” He says abruptly, eyes now wide while waving his hands in front of him in disagreement. “I’m just... very tired lately.”

Furrowing your brows while seated beside your bandmate, you watch Junmyeon as he rubs his tired lids before yawning. “Maybe you should sleep a bit earlier, sunbae.”

He heaves out a deep breath at your suggestion, running his fingers through his locks. Junmyeon didn’t style his hair today, different from his other days but familiar to your nights out with him. However seeing him in his most comfortable form in the daylight is divergent— he’s even more handsome, if possible. “I should. Sleep doesn’t really come easy during the nights, though.”

“Mm,” You hum, unconvinced. “Sure.”

Your bandmate nudges you in the stomach, earning a wince from you as you shot her a glare. “What?”

“Stop being so mean to oppa. He’s always taking care of us, why are you always so straightforward with him?”

“I’m not—“ But before you could defend yourself, Junmyeon does it for you. “No, no, I like when she’s like that. It means she’s comfortable enough to be that way with me. It’s fine, trust me.”

“We’re trying to teach her better manners,” She says while you roll your eyes at the girl. “Our entire group is even making it into a challenge.”

“Why so? I like her like this, it’s endearing.”

Groaning, you throw yourself back into the couch, head lulling back. They were talking about you as if you weren’t sitting right there! You were starting to feel like you were a kid, and the adults were having a discussion about your behavior.

“Endearing? Oppa, it isn’t lady-like for her to gnaw on a corn on the cob on TV. Wouldn’t it hurt the reputation of our group?”

“Honestly,” He begins, and it was like all the tiredness had been swept away from his eyes. “It makes you guys more relatable. Like— idols, they’re not these gods, but rather they’re people like us. Fans will worship the ground you stand on, but in reality, you don’t want that. You want them to see you as a person, a person capable of mistakes, and you wouldn’t want to change someone from who they really are. Have you seen how crazy Baekhyun and Chanyeol are? What about how intimidating Kyungsoo could be? And yet, I wouldn’t want to change any of them. It makes them more appealing, even.”

“Why do you do that?”

Looking up from your phone with a repulsive piece of the sausage that Junmyeon favors in your mouth, you raise a brow questioningly. “Do what?”

“You never call me oppa. All of your other members do, except you. You keep addressing me as ‘sunbae’ and it feels very... detached.”

“Is there something wrong with me calling you sunbae? I respect your position in our company and the industry, and I want to make it known.”

He sighs, leaning back in his seat. The two of you are yet again sitting outside in front of another convenience store, seemingly going to a new one almost every outing. “We hang out so much and you’re acting like we’re not friends.” His expression drops in comparison to how elated he usually is, indicating how deeply he must’ve felt about this topic. You think, maybe you should try a bit harder.

“... Oppa.”

“Nevermind, forget I even said it.”

“What—“ Confused, you wrinkle your forehead. “Junmyeon, you asked me to call you oppa and I did, now you’re not happy with it?”

“Honestly, it sounds totally weird when you say it. Like... it’s not natural.”

“What—“ You heave a deep breath in disbelief, shaking your head. “It’s not natural? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Usually the sound ‘oppa’ coming from a girl sounds cute. But you make it sound... uncomfortable, like someone is holding you hostage.”

“You’re basically holding me hostage to say it.”

“I am not!” Junmyeon contends, snatching your phone from your hand. “And stop playing on your phone when you’re out with me, it’s so disrespectful to your senior.”

Pouting, you aggressively munch on another piece of the sausage, and a smile tugs on the edges of Junmyeon’s mouth. He thinks you’re cute like this— the way that puffing your cheeks full of air that blows the strands of hair away from your face. Your personality didn’t quite match your baby-face, yet he still found everything about you just... cute.

Huh, he thinks to himself, observing your annoyed expression as you finish up the sausage. Maybe... in some shape or form, I kind of like her more than other girls.

“You’re not sneaking out to meet with a secretive boyfriend, are you?”

Nearly choking on the serving of kimchi on your spoon, you drop the utensil into the bowl in front of you, quickly wiping the drips down your chin. “What?”

Your leader apologizes for being so blunt, but nonetheless, needed an answer from you. “If you have a boyfriend, you should tell me about it.” She says, leaning back against her seat at the dining room table of your dormitory. “We’re a team here, and management really doesn’t want us to date but... if you really can’t help it, at least let me know. Maybe we can work something out and not have them noticing. I really don’t want any of us to hide from each other...”

“What— no, no. There’s no boyfriend. Sometimes I need fresh air.”

“There’s a male’s voice though.” She responds abruptly, as though she has all her pointers written in notes. Knowing how uptight and well-planned she was, you shouldn’t be surprised if she did have notes. “I hear a man’s voice calling for you during the late hours of the night.”

You hum in thought for a moment, playing with the grains of rice in your bowl with your spoon. “Honestly... I’ve been just going out and taking walks or sneaking snacks with Junmyeon.”

She raises a brow questioningly. “Junmyeon.” The girl reiterates the name in incredulity.

“Suho,” You echo with his stage name instead, mimicking her seating position. “Kim Junmyeon. I guess he’s lonely sometimes and wants me to keep him company. Can’t really say no—“

“You can’t, or you don’t want to?”

Hesitatingly, you chew the inside of your cheek in thought. Were you caught? Was your crush on Junmyeon that obvious? It was like your leader could read your mind— or you just sucked at feigning your expression because she sits up, arms resting on the wooden table before speaking again. “Because regardless of what the answer may be, it’s okay.

“It’s okay?” You repeat, this time, you’re the one in disbelief. “It’s okay,” She says again, gathering up her empty bowls and stacking them atop of each other. “He has that aura about him. Generous, a gentleman, and always there when you need him. He’s a sunbae, that’s what you call him, don’t you? Sometimes in the industries we all work in, signs can be hard to tell.��

“So you’re saying I’ve mistaken his actions for him being a kind senior.”

“Honestly, I think so.” Opening the door of the dishwasher, she begins to load it with the plates. “He’s literally Kim Junmyeon, this is EXO we’re talking about here. Why would he want to date a rookie? Baekhyun freaking dated Taeyeon. Like, Taeyeon from SNSD. SNSD! What are we in comparison to them?”

“Nothing,” You mutter quietly, pushing away your bowl since your appetite is long gone now. “We are pretty much nothing.”

“Exactly. Please don’t hurt yourself by dreaming about dating someone like that. It’s going to be painful to just yourself, and a waste of time. Now hurry, we need to clean up and head to practice later.”

You’re bummed for the rest of the day. It was implied that Junmyeon was out of reach, even you could decipher that yourself, but hearing someone else say it made it feel too real. He had the reputation of someone who was a great leader, a talented performer, and a kind-hearted person, as for you, your bandmates had labeled you as someone without manners, and unladylike. You knew that they were only looking out for you, going through the training process had been brutal, and finally getting to debut meant that this was your opportunity to shine in the best way possible. But you want to be better— someone who was worthy of Junmyeon’s love... yet that seemed impossible.

“I thought you said you didn’t like him,” one of your bandmates approaches you, your favorite member and one you’ve developed a close relationship with through the hardships of being a trainee. “You’re acting awfully like someone who got their heart broken.”

“I don’t know,” You sigh, dropping your body onto the hardwood floor of the studio, taking a break from practicing the dance routine. “I thought I didn’t. I mean, I knew I could never stand a chance with a guy like him, but hearing our own leader say it makes me feel so... discouraged.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t have said it like that.” She comforts, leaning over to ruffle your hair into your face playfully. “You’re deserving of a man like him. She’s probably just afraid that if you two dated, there’d be a whole scandal and it’d be her fault.”

“She makes a point though,” You interject with a frown. “He’s the epitome of a perfect man. Sure, he makes dad jokes that aren’t funny, and he’s into the most boring and lamest things, but isn’t that what makes him... him? Makes him more attractive, it’s tempting.”

Your bandmate scoffs, watching you with a raised brow. “And so what? What are you going to do? Confess to the guy?”

“No,” Responding firmly, you sit up on the floor. “But maybe I should stop going on those night trips with him. It’s making me delusional, and I’m manifesting as if I could have a relationship with him.”

“You... could try, but wouldn’t it be obvious that something is up?”

“I’ll just pretend I’m sleeping.”

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:32pm]: get up, it’s time for our weekly snack trip

Nibbling on your bottom lip in between your teeth, you make sure that the lights in your room are off, and the curtains are closed, but just enough for you to peek through. Guilt rushes over your body at the idea of ignoring Junmyeon but you knew that this is the best for you— spending too much time with him was starting to be impractical for your imagination.

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:33pm]: did you fall asleep? junmyeon sunbaenim [11:33pm]: tsk, there’s no way. knowing you, you run on 2 hours of sleep and still manage to dance during practice as if you’ve slept for a perfect solid 8 hours.

Throwing yourself onto your bed, the only light in the room being from your phone. It was hard to avoid Junmyeon, he had a way of luring you into his trap, and you desperately wanted to see him. Hitting yourself on the head, you shake yourself off of the feeling.

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:34pm]: talk to me. i know you’re awake. your phone brightness is probably at 120% because I can see it through your curtains.

Fuck. You groan, pushing the curtains aside to see Junmyeon sitting in his car, eyes locking onto yours with a wave.

junmyeon sunbaenim [11:35pm]: you’ve been caught, kiddo. the best trainee [11:35pm]: i am very tired today, sunbae. junmyeon sunbaenim [11:35pm]: bullshit. what’s wrong? did i say something that made you feel uncomfortable? junmyeon sunbaenim [11:35pm]: i thought we had that kind of relationship, but i could be totally misreading the signals here the best trainee [11:36pm]: ok, honestly, boss says i shouldn’t be cheating on my diet anymore and i need to stop going out late! i might get caught and tabloids will be all over it. junmyeon sunbaenim [11:36pm]: i could always talk to her for you junmyeon sunbaenim [11:36pm]: but let’s be honest here. it’s not that, is it?

You swallow. Something in your head would like to believe that you’re not that obvious when trying to hide something, but Junmyeon had spent enough time with you to determine what runs through your mind.

Junmyeon Sunbaenim is calling...

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What do you even say? You were stupid enough to have your phone brightness on max and look through the window to see him— what’s your excuse now? You’re obviously not asleep, and if you don’t pick up, you’re not even sure of what the outcome will be.

So you slide the green phone image on your phone to receive his call.

“Uh, hello?”

“Why are you ignoring my texts?”

“I’m... responding.”

“Bullshit.” Junmyeon doesn’t curse quite often, but you’re starting to realize that this is a side that you haven’t seen from him yet. He’s mad, possibly, if not annoyed with you at this point for being so stubborn and not telling him why you’re not communicating as fluidly as you used to. “You need to talk to me and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Junmyeon, I’m just very tired today, is all.”

“You are most definitely not tired.”

“Don’t tell me how I’m feeling and what I’m doing!” You snap, finally hitting the final chord. It was quick, you admit, how fast it escalated, but at this point, Junmyeon was probing you with these assumptions, and although he was right, it was becoming overbearing. “I’m—I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you.”

He’s silent on the other line, so quiet that you had to double check that he was still in the call. “Junmyeon?”

“I just want to know what I did wrong,” He says, this time, voice low. He knows you mean well, and that the outburst was just out of frustration, but the feeling was reciprocated. “I really enjoyed our outings.”

“I did too,” You respond honestly, twiddling with the fabric of your bedsheets between your fingers. “But...” Inhaling in a deep breath, you knew that with Junmyeon, it just felt so wrong to hide and lie. Gathering enough courage, you continue. “It’s getting kind of hard spending so much time with you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I can’t tell between your generosity and your feelings for me.” You blurt, turning to drop your face into the pillow. It was embarrassing, admitting these things to him, but he was going to prod you until you spoke up.

“Come down, will you?”

It required a lot of gallantry to shuffle your feet down the stairs, making your way out of your dormitory and toward Junmyeon’s car that’s parked out front. He’s sitting where he was moments before, position never moved and eyes still glued to the screen of his phone. Taking in a deep breath, you were brave enough to knock on the window.

The doors unlock with a click.

You feel like your heart is in the midst of falling, replaying the phone call just from minutes before, and how quick he reacted without showing a hint of any emotion. It was difficult to decipher what was going through his mind, but nonetheless, you slip into the passenger seat, still in your PJ shorts and loose fitted T-shirt, while he’s in an unbuttoned dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows paired with his slacks.

“Can you tell me what you were trying to say on the phone? I’d like to hear it in person.” He’s not facing you, but rather his arm is rested on the steering wheel, gaze diverted ahead.

“Junmyeon, I think I like you. I know, it’s crazy, I’m just a rookie and it’s insane for me to even be glancing in the direction of a higher up in the company, but we’ve spent a lot of time together, and I think I’ve developed some feelings for you.” Rubbing your face with a hand for a moment, you release a breath you’ve been holding without realizing. “But I can’t see you anymore. It feels wrong, to myself especially, to keep lying about how I’ll be okay if you didn’t return feelings. I’ve already talked to my leader, she says it’s unrealistic—“

He sharply turns his head to meet your stare. “She said it’s unrealistic?”

“Well, she said that someone like you, from EXO, wouldn’t want to date—“

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand is laced through your hair, pulling you into his embrace of a kiss, lips pressing against one another. The way his lips felt against yours was... heavenly— almost like you were floating on cloud 9, pillowy and smooth. For a moment, you swore time stopped until Junmyeon drew away, clearing his throat.

“It’s... not impossible. Remember what I said the other day? Idols are people, like every other person, who live normal lives. We’re flawed too, we’re not perfect, and don’t put us on a pedestal because again, we’re human. We’re regular people,” Junmyeon says, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “Why do you guys always assume that because I’m from some big group that it means I’m out of reach?”

“Because you are,” You retort hastily, yet still recovering from the kiss. Did Junmyeon really kiss you?

“I’m holding you right now, in my car. Am I really out of reach?”

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under the moonlight ii (m) || junmyeon & reader

title: under the moonlight ii pairing: junmyeon/suho x reader genre: ceo!reader, hint of soulmate!au, a lil bit of smut but barely notes: enjoy! this is the final part (also second part) of under the moonlight! this is one of my favorites to write, although i did not feel like i did my best on the first part, i tried even harder on this portion.

will also proofread later, i just am content to be done !!! lmao part one || final

Junmyeon describes his first love as a city— the towering buildings that surround each other, the bustling of traffic, and the abundance of people that populate the sidewalk on an everyday basis. She’s a beauty who’s besieged by people— both friends and family, and a social butterfly without realizing. She kept herself busy as an architect, constantly producing new designs, revising old ones. He says she’s a dream chaser yet loved the simple things about life. It had been one of the things he admired most about her.

The words he said to her when he decided to let her go was along the lines of: Chanyeol had been the light in her city. Junmyeon considered himself the stars— under the moonlight in the luminous city, you don’t see the stars because the lights are blinding. The beauty of the stars doesn’t do justice in the city.

You think Junmyeon isn’t in the stars. You think he’s been the moonlight all along, the light you see even in the illuminated city. They just weren’t willing to take a chance on something that seemed impossible.

Your memory is hazy on how you got here, but you’re sitting on your desk, skirt hiked up to your stomach with Junmyeon’s head in between your legs. His skin under the moonlight glistens with beauty, and you can’t help but repeatedly tell yourself how lucky you are that you are soulmates with this man. Everything about Junmyeon makes you feel like you’re on cloud 9. Fingers intertwining with his soft brown locks and palm against the foggy glass table, your breath hitches in your throat as he sticks in another finger into your heat.

“Junmyeon!”

Pulling away, he grins innocently with his lips glistening with your juices, he makes you think how insane you look compared to him. How could he look so pure after doing the dirtiest thing to you in your office? Anyone who has ever rejected him in this lifetime must feel like he’s the one who got away. As if the sex in the bedroom isn’t enough, he’s bold enough to do it in the office.

Thankfully, Junmyeon isn’t too risky, just risky enough. It’s Friday and everyone on the floor has gone home early, now the time being 6:00pm, it’s just the two of you. It started off innocent— Junmyeon bringing you a cup of tea and some biscuits since you found yourself stuck here for another night with another launch for a new line coming out soon. He’d always been supportive, if not more now, after dating for half a year, and never failed to swoon you.

“You look stressed,” He said, rounding your desk with a mischievous look hanging on his lips.

“Junmyeon... no.”

“You haven’t even been home that often lately, let me help you unwind.”

And after a couple glares, he pouts and immediately has you under his spell.

“Fuck, Junmyeon, just take your goddamn fingers out of me and pull your dick out your pants so you can fuck me on my desk.”

“Weren’t you just shooting daggers at me with your eyes earlier telling me no?” He raises a brow teasing but complies with your instruction anyways, standing in front of you, unbuckling his belt and tugging his zipper down. Demands from you always deserved a comeback response but he never failed to abide by your needs.

“Well, we’re already in too deep anyways so let’s just go all the way.”

Pulling himself out his pants, his eyes are hooded as he presses his forehead against yours while you wrap your legs around his waist, dragging him closer. He looks heavenly like this; hair disheveled with his shirt unbuttoned all the way, exposing his well-built chest, and his tie disappeared somewhere in the room. You’re thankful he’s been heading to the gym with his friends lately because all you want to do is lick his abs, despite how weird you feel about it but Junmyeon doesn’t reject your wants and lets you do it anyway.

He’s pumping himself while his cloudy gaze meets yours, lips parted and swollen. Groaning, you grab him closer with your legs as he stumbles with a chuckle at your eagerness. “Take it easy, baby.”

“Junmyeon, I swear to god if you don’t finish what you started— oh fuck,” he’s tired of your complaining and plunges himself into you sharply, interrupting your nagging. Albeit the fact you’re always debating with him about things, he still loves you nonetheless and drools at the sight of you, especially right now with how your skin glimmers in sweat under the lights of your office.

Junmyeon’s face is nuzzled into your neck, gently biting and sucking on the skin while humming against you as his hips thrust in and out of you harshly. You’re trying to stay quiet, but the way his body moves against yours and how much he stretches you is overwhelming that you’re suddenly thankful Johnny agrees to take an early leave today or else you’d never hear the end of it.

Grabbing your legs from behind him, he unravels you from his body before pushing you down further on the desk, your legs up closer to your frame as he pounds harder. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “How are you still so tight? Stop clenching, I might cum too fast.”

“Isn’t that that the point?” You snarled, arms around his neck as you caress his nape. “I have work to get done tonight.”

Lifting your body from the desk with his hands under your thighs, he’s carrying you effortlessly to another part of the room, shoving you against the wall before quickening his pace. Unable to hold back your moans, your hands shift to his shoulder, grasping onto the broadness of it. “I also have work to get done tonight, and it’s to make you cum first.”

He made you release twice after that before letting himself reach his own high.

Outside of the bedroom—except it was in your office today— Junmyeon was a soft boyfriend. He was everything that you had wished Eunwoo was and you didn’t need to mold him to have those qualities, he already had them. You weren’t entirely sure if it was the biological effects of finding out that he’s your soulmate, but you’re glad it’s him.

Straightening your skirt after a sinful session, you look up and see Junmyeon already sprawled on your office chair, trying to catch his breath. “Why are you panting so hard? You said you’ve been working out lately and uh... it’s evident on your body.”

He raises a brow teasingly before letting out a chuckle between his breaths. “I see you’ve been checking me out lately. Just had a big lunch was all.”

“Big lunch?”

“Well you took that guy out from HR to lunch today, and I figured since I wasn’t going to eat with you, I should grab something for myself.”

“... you went alone?” You’re mimicking his expression now with your brows lifted in question.

“... well,” He’s running his fingers through his luscious damp locks from his sweat. “I went with Hana and Johnny.”

Squinting your eyes at your other half, you cross your arms against your chest as he watches you carefully. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the desk that he had just fucked you senseless on moments ago, only for you to regain the authority yet again. “Hana? As in, Lee Hana?”

“What about her?”

“She doesn’t like me.” You frown, shoulders drooping. Junmyeon lets out a light laugh, pushing the chair into your direction before sitting your legs in between his thighs. “So what? Johnny and I like you.”

“She complains about me to you guys. Plus, I think she has a tiny crush on you.” Although you and Junmyeon had been meeting frequently for lunch, it’d always be away from the office. Keeping the relationship a secret between his colleagues was an agreement set in place once you’d officially started dating him, but it was getting a bit difficult once you realized how many girls actually ogled at the sight of him.

Pressing his lips against the back of your hand, he then puts the palm of it to rest on his cheek. “I’m not quite catching on what you’re saying.”

“You don’t know that she likes you? Ugh, Junmyeon—“

“No, I meant that I know she does, and was very persistent about taking me to lunch, so I asked Johnny to join me. So what if she likes me? I have you.”

“She doesn’t know that,” You snarled, eyes darting at him. “She’s going to think you’re available.”

He shakes his head, gifting your palm a kiss. “She can think whatever she wants. I have you and you’re all I need.”

There’s silence in the room for a moment as you’re shuffling through your thoughts before shattering the glass of quietude. “Are you mad that we’re keeping this a secret?”

His eyes search the meaning behind the question in your orbs, observing your expression. “I’m not mad.”

“Disappointed?”

“No, I just... forget sometimes.” He admits, pecking the skin of your thigh gently before leaning back in the seat. “I want to give you a kiss before heading out the office some days and I get the urge but stop midway. Sometimes I want to see your face once you get the flowers I send you on other days and deliver them myself but I know I can’t. But there’s no need to be mad about it.”

A wash of regret cascades over your face as you frown at your significant other. Junmyeon was an embodiment of a gentleman; patiently waiting for you even though your schedule had always been packed, delivering food during those restless hours, cleaning your home so when you got back after days sleeping in the office, you had less responsibilities to tend to... he was actually perfect.

Maybe that was also his flaw. He was too perfect. Was it everyone or just you that seems to be drawn to men who women always sought after?

“What’s this?” Junmyeon asks, standing beside Johnny in your office with a hand in his slacks’ pocket. His other hand was occupied by his phone, holding up the email invitation to a company banquet. “Why am I suddenly invited to this?”

“And the better question is why am I invited to this?” Johnny adds.

“It’s a company banquet, hence the word company. Everyone in the company is invited, guys. What’s so hard to understand about that?”

Johnny drops his body on the leather couch, plopping his legs on the table as you grimace after the sight. “We’ve never had something like this before. Why suddenly now?”

“Remember that guy I had lunch with from HR last week?”

The two men glance at each other before responding at the same time. “Yeah?”

Leaning against the desk, crossing your arms over your chest, you continue. “He suggested we do something like this. Would be good for... company bonding or something.”

“Don’t we see each other enough?” Johnny snaps, Junmyeon chuckling at his response. “I think what he means is, are you sure that enough people would be of attendance?”

“Well, I invited the top investors to come, too. They’re copied on the email, so hopefully people will see and RSVP?”

Johnny is mute briefly before quietly asking, “Will that guy from that record company we talked about be there?”

Tapping your finger against your chin, you playfully look around your room, feigning in thought. “Possibly. If you attend, you’d know.” Johnny looks over at Junmyeon with a bright smile glued to his face before waving. “Well, I’m sold. You’re in it alone, brother. Deuces!” Peacing out, Johnny shuts the door behind him as Junmyeon sighs, shaking his head. “And now I’m alone.”

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“You really want to do a whole banquet?” He asks, locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. “You’re already so stressed out. Why would you want to arrange a large event like this around the same time span as the launch?”

He’s worried. Junmyeon isn’t mad about the event, he’s concerned about your workload and how you’d be able to juggle between taking care of yourself and dealing with the launch, including the event.

“Come on, you know I have to do something for the people here.”

“No, you don’t. At least, you can do it later, so why now?” You shrug, slouching in your position. “I don’t know. It just feels lately like nothing is enough.”

“Oh baby,” He frowns, making his way to you with his hands cupping your cheeks. “You’re enough. You’re more than enough for me. You’re an amazing boss, and John out there can vouch for that. You don’t need to overwork yourself just to prove something.”

“Doesn’t matter anyways. The invitation is out and already done.”

“Okay, so new problem requires a new solution. Hire a team, or better yet, ask the HR department to plan the banquet. I’m sure they’d be more than happy to do it, just give them a budget and I’m sure they won’t fail you.”

You freeze. The idea of delegating freaked you out a little. Or a lot.

“Junmyeon.” He reiterates the tone after yours, stating your name. “That’s... quite a lot I’m giving up here.”

“Yeah, you’re also giving up your health in the process. You’re still young— yes, and incredibly young at that— but keep in mind that you don’t have a successor in mind. If you’re not healthy, imagine who potentially could sit in your seat and manage the entire company. I can almost 100% guarantee to you that you would not be happy with who they may select.”

You groan frustratedly, standing straight before digging your face into his chest, muffling your own words. “It should be me doing all of this.”

He shakes his head. “You just think that it should be you.”

Trapped behind your desk, you’ve still managed to take a transient break from all your tasks. Tapping your fingers against the table, and swirled by your contemplations, remorse fills your face at the memory of Junmyeon the other day, speaking genuinely about how he felt as though he couldn’t truly express his love for you publicly. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.

Quickly typing in a web address, you click on several items into your order before punching in your credit card info. Leaning back after the “order confirmation” pulls up, you grin in content.

“Flowers for Junmyeon?”

Junmyeon’s head peeks from his cubicle at the sound of his name, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Uh, I’m Junmyeon,” He says as he gets up from his seat, walking over to the delivery man. “You sure this is for me? And not from?” Did he make a mistake? He didn’t recall making any orders today.

“Says to Junmyeon and... from...” At the sound of your name escaping from the delivery man’s lips, Junmyeon’s eyes irradiates. “Wait— really?”

“Who is sending you flowers?” Hana approaches from behind, attempting to see over Junmyeon’s shoulder by standing on the tips of her toes. With the note in his hand, he swiftly slides it into his pocket, looking over at the female immaculately. “Uh, secret admirer.”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, oppa. Let me see.”

He shakes his head in response. “I told you, it’s from a secret admirer.”

“Junmyeon! We’re friends here. Let me see!”

“It’s from me.” You stop in the midst of your tracks in the middle of the aisle of cubicles after the delivery man makes an exit. Adjusting the folders and binders in your arms, you hum. “I got Junmyeon the flowers.”

“Do you need help?” Junmyeon steers away from the topic, hands aiming to take some of the items in your hands. “No, I’m okay. Do you like the arrangement I picked out? And did you see the note?”

“Of course I saw the note,” He says, voice quiet. “But let’s talk about that later. We’re at work.”

“I don’t care. Doesn’t affect my work ethic nor yours, so why does it matter to anyone else?”

Hana’s mouth is agape during the conversation, bowing when you recognize her presence. “Hi, boss. Uh, you sent Junmyeon the flowers?”

“Yes, I’m asking him out to the company banquet.”

“Like... as a date?”

You nod at her direction. “As a date.”

“Oh... I was going to ask Junmyeon. Maybe he can decide which of us he wants to take?” She suggests, shoulders shrugging. “No offense, but isn’t it kind of weird if an employee goes with their boss? Don’t know if Junmyeon is uncomfortable...” Her eyes trail at the end of the sentence to read the expression on his face, only to see him with his gaze holding onto yours.

“He’s not uncomfortable, are you, Junmyeon? You can tell me honestly. If not, HR is always down the hall.”

Junmyeon sighs, taking some of the binders from you, regardless of your refusal. “Of course not.” He glances over at Hana with an apologetic look before giving her a half bow. “I’m sorry, Hana. I’m going to excuse myself.”

“Consider who you’re taking, will you?”

Pausing for a moment in silence before taking a glimpse at you, he chews on his bottom lip anxiously. “I’m taking her, I’m sorry. It’s a no brainer for me— always.”

She scoffs. “Is it because she’s the CEO? You’re not feeling pressured, are you? Because if this is a bigger issue than it seems, we should go to HR. She shouldn’t be treating you like this, it isn’t fair—“

“We’re dating.” He finally admits, the red flushing his cheeks. “We’ve been dating a couple months now.”

“You’re fucking dating. What did she threaten you with?”

“Why do you think I have to threaten him in order for him to like me?” You question, genuinely curious. She seemed to have been very persistent with her stance.

She looks at you with a stare that reads ‘is it not obvious’ but you’re honestly uncertain what she’s going to say next. “You’re here hours of the night. You rarely ever go home, reject that guy who keeps coming to ask you out for lunch— don’t think we don’t know— and he finally gave up on you and now you’ve come running to someone else? Don’t you think you seem a little desperate?”

“Desperate for what? I liked her first.”

“But did she ask you out first?”

“Yeah, but—“

“Don’t you feel tricked, Jun oppa?” The nickname she gives him brings heat to your ears but you hold your composure. “Does she even make time for you? Does she even care for you? I mean— you’re even keeping this a secret from everyone, especially your friends.”

You feel so small. Ever since becoming CEO of your own company, you’ve had moments where people talked down on you but never an employee. You’d always tried to establish a good relationship between them and yourself, gaining some level of respect, but for the first time, someone confronted you in this type of manner and you’re unsure how to approach the situation.

“Stop, Hana.” Junmyeon says, interrupting her rant of questions. “My work friends don’t know. My personal life friends? All of them know, she has met them all. I don’t mind that she works so late and so frequently, it doesn’t bother me, but I do worry that it’ll deteriorate her health. Hana, you’re a nice friend and a great person. I know you are, but you speaking about her this way makes me second guess that.”

Fuming, she snags the bouquet of flowers you’ve sent him and slams it into the ground. “How dare you talk to me like that?”

“Hana, please go and cool down. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” You advise, trying to grab back your possessions from Junmyeon. “I have a meeting to head to. I’ll catch you later.”

“Why’d you have to send it during office hours?”

You’re brewing tea in your small, cozy apartment downtown in Seoul, just enough space for yourself. Although a penthouse fit your budget, you knew the home would be too quiet and lonely for you.

“You mentioned how sometimes you forget we’re hiding it from people. I just wanted to do something nice for you. You’re always getting me things and taking care of me.”

Watching you from the couch, he ruffles his end of day hair with remains of gel in it. The top few buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his belt is already off, legs laying on the foot rest. “Baby, you already do so much for me. You’re you, keeping me company and making me happy. And didn’t I already tell you that it’s okay we’re hiding it?”

“Okay, but why does it feel like that’s it? That’s all I have to offer you and I’m even making you keep this a secret.”

“I have a job because of you. I’m happy because of you.”

“But that’s not me— that’s my title, Junmyeon. The CEO me gave you a job, not the personal life me. How am I contributing anything to you? Hana makes a point, you know. I should be threatening you with something to date me, or else it wouldn’t make any sense because I have nothing to offer you.”

“Baby...” His voice is softer now albeit his steps are getting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your frame from behind. “You’re enough. Stop thinking you aren’t. You’re such a confident woman, yet at the same time you want to make everyone happy but it’s exhausting you out.”

“Making people happy makes me happy.”

“Be happy that you’re happy.”

“I— I am happy with myself. I achieved my dreams, I even met my soulmate.”

“Then what’s wrong?” His forehead crinkles in confusion.

“I just... want to be enough for you. Money and materialistic items aren’t things that impress you. You were so in love with a girl who had already met her soulmate and let her go when you weren’t ready. I’m afraid I can’t get you to love me up to that par. Everything we have is biological.”

Though your tone is serious, he manages to let out a chuckle. “Is that what you’re worried about? I was in love with you way before knowing any of that stuff. Chanyeol used to have dreams about her yet he still didn’t love her until later. He took his time, but eventually loved her for her. This whole soulmate thing is unpredictable and you know that. You were in that research thing.”

“Research group,” You correct, turning off the gas knob when the kettle sings.

“Research group,” he clarified, bringing your body to face him. “You are my soulmate, period. But before knowing that, you were my boss who I had a major crush on. I stayed those nights in your office and had dinners with you on that annoying wobbly coffee table— which I want to point out, you have enough money to replace— and you still think that way? You let me experience my dreams without even knowing my capabilities, you believed in me when I didn’t. You’ve given me constructive criticism, disagreed with me, and yet still stayed through those heated arguments. Our love languages are different. I’m truly happy what you’ve given me.”

“Are you sure?”

“More than anything.” He bumps his forehead into yours before leaning in to peck the tip of your nose. “Please trust me.”

Junmyeon has on a black suit that matches the material of your midnight dark off-the-shoulder dress that lengths down pass your legs. He’s the resemblance of Prince Charming— an asian doppelganger, to say the least. Hair recently dyed brown and slicked back with a new cut, he has a way of effortlessly handsome in the most simplistic way.

“Hey, love.” He has a grin wider than the Cheshire Cat, but is the opposite of the character— heart warm for everyone and tugging on their heartstrings just from his smile. Junmyeon has a way of looking at you as if you’re the heroine to his story when in reality, he’s the one who has saved you.

“Hey,” You say airily; the sight of him dressed so formally has the breath taken out of your lungs. “You look good.”

“Thank you, you look even better.” Arms wide with invitation, you comply and shuffle close to him. “When did you get this lovely dress? I’ve never seen you wear it before.”

“You act like we go to black tie events on a daily basis.”

Pulling you close in his embrace, he puckers his lips. Abiding by his request, you gift him a quick peck. “We don’t, but I wish you wore this for me. You look... ravishing.”

“Ravishing?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. Ravishing. You look great, baby. Come, let’s head out.”

“I—“ Hand wrapped around Junmyeon’s wrist after he turns to exit, he flips back with a curious gaze. “What’s wrong, bubby?”

“What if Hana told everyone by now? I haven’t exactly been in the office for a few days with all the meetings that have been going on... what will they think of me?”

“Of you dating? Nothing, you’re a grown woman. You can date.”

You look at him sternly. “No, I meant of me dating an employee. They’re going to think I’m trying to exploit you or something.”

He sighs, hands on your cheeks as he pushes them together to purse your lips. “I don’t really know what’s going to happen. I have some privilege as a man because no one is going to say anything to me, but I know they’ll make some sly comments at you about it. Regardless, know that those people don’t matter. You’re a successful woman who is respectful and kind toward everyone, and her being bitter shouldn’t effect us.”

You’re internally freaking out. The moment you step into the venue, you’re too scared to even fully absorb and admire the work that the HR department made, watching the gazes of those around you. Despite the fact that the man linking arms with yours was the most beautiful person anyone has ever seen, the eyes of those in the room lock onto your figure. It was hard to tell the difference between their judging stares or if it’s because of your position in the company.

Right on cue, Junmyeon leans over and whispers in your ear. “They’re looking at you because of how beautiful you are.”

Johnny is practically prancing on his route toward you, smile stretching from cheek to cheek as he pulls you into his embrace. He sings your name before separating himself from the hug, pinching the tip of your nose. “Shit, you’re gorgeous. Junmyeon is lucky to be by your side or else I would have snagged you by now.” He teases, but you’re rolling your eyes in response.

“I’m still standing here, you know,” Junmyeon eyes the younger male.

“Aw, hyung, are you jealous?”

“Tsk, John Suh—“

“Hyung!” Another voice chimes in, the three of your heads swerving to the sound to meet with the group of people walking in your direction as you turn your gaze to meet with Junmyeon’s. “I forgot to mention, I invited your friends.”

You notice that Junmyeon’s body stiffens. His heart stopped at the sight, but his hand reaches for yours, tightening the grip.

His first love.

Chanyeol has his hand resting on her lower back as she makes her way through the crowd amongst the rest of Junmyeon’s friend crew. Her beautiful silk dress hangs on her body loosely, tightening and complimenting her curves when needed most. Her captivating looks had your own heart clenching and you realize what you had been up against the entire time.

The stories Junmyeon shares about his first love now has a face to the name, and the acceptance of their moments has disappeared just from looking at her. She was breathtaking to that point that she’s stolen Johnny’s attention as well.

Quickly, Junmyeon melts from being frozen and greet his friends, and you follow in suit. You learn her name, and hearing her repeat yours reminds you that her voice does sound smooth and sweet like honey, and you can’t even hate her because of how kind she is.

“I heard that you guys found out that you’re soulmates,” She says with a smile, and you could kill for cheekbones like hers.

“We are,” He responds, tugging on your hand to bring you closer. “We liked each other first then realized that we both have the same markings.”

“Convenient,” She chuckles, turning to glance at Chanyeol who stands by her side. Despite all the denying Chanyeol had went through before, it wasn’t evident now because his eyes were filled with love when they meet with hers. “A lot easier than what I went through with this guy.” She fixated her stare back at Junmyeon, voice filled with genuine as she speaks. “I’m happy you found someone who can make you happy.”

Later on, she meets with you privately as the rest of the gang follows Junmyeon around and they share loud conversations and laughs with each other.

“Hey,” She says, voice soft and gentle. “I just... wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” Perplexity is written on your face as you casually grab two champagne glasses from a server walking by, handing one to her as she takes willingly.

“For... loving Junmyeon. I... loved him before and I couldn’t fully give him what he wanted because of Chanyeol.”

Waving your hand in dismissal, you shake your head in unison. “No, thank you. If... you stayed even though Junmyeon wanted to let you go, I don’t think I would have ever met him. I would’ve never met my own soulmate, and... I don’t think I’d be as happy as I am now.” Almost on sign, Junmyeon’s in mid-laugh across the room, chatting with his friends as his tender gaze meets yours.

“Well, he’s just as happy, if not more. So, thank you, really. He deserves the world for letting go of someone he loved just for the sake of his best friend’s happiness. He’s a selfless guy.”

The night is long; you’re constantly talking to investors and potential investors, meeting new and old people as well as trying to keep up with all of your employees that attended. The turn-out is better than expected (well, better than Johnny expected), and you congratulate the HR team on a job well done.

“Ah, thanks, boss... it means a lot to us that you’re saying this.” You scoff, drink in hand before reaching up to pinch the cheek of the younger male.

“Call me noona. You did a great job, Mark, it deserves to be recognized. Keep it up and you’ll see a promotion headed your way.” Mark’s face flushes pink at your actions and words, bowing in appreciation. “Thank you, Noona!”

“Can I snag your noona away from you?”

“Oh— Hey Hyung! Of course. She’s all yours.” Mark smiles giddily, and you’re unsure if the last sentence is in reference to your relationship, or that he was willing to give your attention back to Junmyeon’s.

“Hey, you tired?” His face is always full of concern when he watches you, but you feel like a princess when he surveils your face for a response with all the attentiveness. You shake your head in response. “No, I’m okay. It’s nice knowing that nobody is giving me a hard time.”

“Speaking of that...” Your furrow your brows in confusion. “I talked to Hana just now.”

“Oh?”

“She’s... unhappy, for sure. But more angry that I didn’t even give her a shot. I’ve known her before you and I guess she had been pursuing me since then but I’ve always had my eyes on you.”

Chewing on your bottom lip anxiously, you tap your feet on the ground. “So... now what?”

“Nothing.” He chuckles, hand resting on your lower back as he pulls you near. “Don’t care about what she says. She’s an employee first, an angry girl who has a crush on your boyfriend second. All you should care about is yourself, and how much I love you for being you.”

Everything he says before the phrase falls out the other ear. “You love me?”

“I love you.” Junmyeon grins cheekily, his other hand reaching to rest on your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. “I really do. Please remember that. Everything I experienced before you was so that I could appreciate everything about you when I meet you. I’m glad you got to meet her today, because just as great as she is, she is no comparison to you. You’re more than that, and the crazy part? You’re my soulmate.”

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Love Is Complicated. (SuhoxReader) Pt.6 *NSFW warning*

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5

Suho and Avia went a long time without talking to each other. I was honestly okay with it, but one day, he came home in a really good mood. When I asked him why he was in such a good mood, he told me him and Avia made up, which meant we had to go to her lame ass movie premier that made no sense at all that she would even be in it. We would’ve went anyways for Kyungsoo, but still.

The premier was Friday night, Suho and I met at his work, and drove to the cinema.

“You look amazing.” He said, looking me up and down.

“Stop, I really don’t.” I said, feeling insecure about this whole thing. Suho laughed, and put his arm around my waist.

“I think you look amazing no matter what.” He whispered. “You’re going to take all the attention away from the stars.” He said, kissing my cheek, as we walked to the red carpet.

~~~

At the after party, being pregnant really sucked. I couldn’t drink, or do anything fun really. Forgetting this fact, I picked up a shot, and brought it to my lips, but before I could drink it, Suho stopped me.

“You can’t drink, remember.” He said, patting my belly. I whined, and put the drink back down on the table. “Let’s just go dance.” He said, taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor. We basically just grinded but not like the trashy way. Avia and Soo came up to us, and we smiled at them, stopping our ‘dancing’.

“The movie was great, you two were both amazing.” Suho said, hugging Avia.

“Thanks. I’m glad the nervousness is over with, and the adrenaline from just pure relief has set in.” She said, laughing a little.

“Well, nervous or not, you did really good.” I say, trying to be nice.

“Thanks.” She said, simply.

“And Kyungsoo. Who knew you could be such a dork.” I laughed, making him roll his eyes a bit.

We all kept dancing together, and I was honestly having a great time until a certain ghost from the past showed up. My eyes quickly settled on the drunken mess that was Sehun.

“This can’t be good,” I say pointing over to him.

“I’ll handle this,” Kyungsoo reassured me.

“You two should probably hide, stay in the back or something.” Avia suggests.

“No, I’ll take care of it.” Suho said. I put my hand on his chest to stop him.

“Kyungsoo is dealing with it, besides you have a company and a reputation to uphold.” I say.

“I’ll be fine.” He says, determined, pushing past me. I held the bridge of my nose.

“This can’t end well.” Avia says, watching the boys carefully. “You stay here, I’m going to go see if I can hopefully avoid any fights.” She says, leaving.

Sehun was extremely intoxicated. By the time Avia arrived, it was too late. Sehun swung at Suho sloppily, but managed to hit him rather hard on the nose. Suho stepped back, and was about to retaliate but Kyungsoo stepped in before he could, striking Sehun in the stomach with his elbows. Suho’s nose was bleeding, and a few guys rushed over to detain Sehun, before much else could happen. Avia grabbed some napkins from a table nearby, and dabbed the blood off of Suho’s face before letting him hold them.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I asked, sitting next to Suho.

“I’ll be fine.” He said, closing his eyes from the throbbing in his nose. I looked over at Sehun angrily, and got up, walking over to him.

“You need to leave.” I say, pushing his shoulders. He smirked and laughed a little.

“Please, just let us handle this.” On of the guys holding Sehun said, still holding him back.

“No, I’ve had enough. This has to stop, and you need to stop acting like a two year old and get over it. You have no business here, and you know it, so just leave.” I spat at him, turning to walk away, but he caught my wrist, so I turned back around and slapped him. “Go home!” I yelled. Kyungsoo held my shoulders to get me to come back, and leave Sehun.

“Come on, sit back down.” He said, leading me to the couch. “You can’t go getting into fights either. You have twins to think of.”

“He just makes me so angry.” I say, letting out a huff, leaning back in the seat. I sit back up though, when I remembered Suho was in pain. “We should go home and get you some ice.” I said, moving his hand away from his nose so I could look at it. “The bleeding stopped for the most part, but I bet it still hurts.” I say, sighing.

“Sorry we ruined your party.” Suho said, looking at Avia.

“You didn’t.” She said, shaking her head. “Go home and get some ice on that nose. I’ll see you tomorrow, Okay?” She says, patting Suho’s shoulder.

Suho and I left the party, and went home. I went to the kitchen, and wrapped some ice up in a rag, and went to the living room to sit with him to put the ice on his nose.

“What if it’s broken?” I asked, examining it for a second, before putting the ice on it.

“It’s not broken, just a little bruised is all.” He said, holding the ice himself so I wouldn’t have to do it, but I insisted.

“You know, during the whole 9 years we’ve been together, I’ve only seen you hit another person one other time. And that was in college.” He said, leaning his head back. “It’s hot, you should do it more often.” He laughed, but then just cringed from the pain.

“I hope I don’t have to do it more often.” I say.

“That’s no fun.” Suho pouted. I smiled, and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. He removed He ice from his nose and looked up at me.

“I’m sorry I ever did anything with that asshole.” I say, turning serious.

“Let’s not talk about it, Okay? What matters is that we’re together, and we love each other.” He said, moving a piece of hair from my face to behind my ear. “And I love you, so much.” He said. I smiled again, and leaned down to kiss him, carefully though, because of his nose.

“I love you too.” I say, before kissing him again. He switched our position so now I was laying down, and he was on top of me. He started to unzip my dress, but his phone started ringing before we could do anything.

“I’ll just ignore it.” He said, kissing my neck.

“What if it’s work, or your dad, or I don’t know someone else important?” I asked, I felt him smile against my skin, and he laughed bit.

“Let it ring.” He said, coming up to my face again. “I’ll call them back, it’s not a big deal.” He said, kissing my cheek.

“What’s gotten into you? You never miss calls.” I say, in a teasing tone.

“You’re more important.” He said, connecting our lips again. The kiss got more heated, very fast, and he removed my dress completely.

~~~

“Avia’s the one who called. She actually called three more times.” Suho said, looking at his phone.

“What does she want?” I asked, sitting closer to him, and putting my chin on his shoulder. He listened to the voicemails, and then put the phone back on the table.

“She just wanted to check on me. Make sure I was doing okay.” He said, leaning back.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for, is to make you feel better.” I say, feelin up on his chest.

“She’s just worried is all.” He said, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing my forehead.

“I know.” I say, feeling a little jealous.

“We should go to bed.” He said, rubbing my back and trying to stand, but I grabbed his hand and made him stay on the couch.

“Let’s just sleep here tonight.” I say, already making him lay down, and cuddled up next to him. He covered us up with the blanket and wrapped his arms around me. And we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up, and Suho wasn’t there. He probably went to work, so I wasn’t worried about it. I sat up, and checked my phone, seeing I had a text from him, saying he was at work. I put the phone down, and went to go get ready. It was almost lunch time, so I thought I’d go get Suho lunch like I used to everyday. Since everyone knows we’re together again, there’s no reason to stay away from the bank anymore.

I walked in, and Baekhyun and Lay immediately came up to me. “Long time no see.” Lay said.

“Yeah, now that you’re all happy again, it’s like you don’t have time for us.” Baekhyun said, saltily.

“I’m sorry guys. I promise we’ll get together soon and hang out.” I said, giving them an apologetic smile. “Is Suho in his office?” I asked.

“She leaves us just like that.” Baekhyun said, turning to Lay.

“Yeah, he’s in his office... Avia’s there too.” He said, pointing towards his office.

“Thanks guys.” I said, walking to Suho’s office, a little confused as to why Avia would be there.

I knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for an answer to go in. Like always, Suho was on the phone. Avia was sitting in the chair I used to always sit in across his desk.

“Yes that’s fine, just make sure they get it by next month.” Suho said into the phone, smiling when he saw me come in. “I got to go. My fiancé just walked in.” He said, hanging up the phone. He walked up to me and gave me a kiss. “What are you doing here?” He asked, leaning against his desk.

“I thought I’d bring you food.” I said, lifting up the bag so he could see.

“That’s so sweet, babe, but Avia and I just ate.” He said.

“Oh... Since when did she start bringing you food?” I asked, looking at her.

“Since you two broke up.” She answered.

“Oh, well, you don’t have to do that anymore, so,” I say, setting the food on Suho’s desk. "

I looked at Suho a bit dumbfounded and he shook head a bit, suggesting that I shouldn’t start anything.

“You get to spend pretty much every evening with Suho, lunch is pretty much the only time I get to talk to him.” She says.

“You’ve had plenty of time with him, I think you’ll be okay.” I retort, crossing my arms.

“We can figure out a better plan, Okay? Please don’t fight, especially right now. I’m stressed enough as it is.” Suho says, trying to keep us from going for each others throats. “Baby,” He said, grabbing my arms and making me look at him. “I’ll have dinner with you, Okay? How’s that sound?” He asked.

I honestly hated negotiating, I just wanted to do things my way, which is selfish, but since he’s at work all the time, I rarely get to spend actual quality time with him and lunches were one of the only things we got to do. Sometimes.

“You already promised we’d go to dinner tonight... You said that today was gonna be our day, and we could hang out all afternoon.” Avia said. That whole statement didn’t set well with me, and I could feel my stomach churn, but for now, I’m gonna blame it on the twins.

“Oh? You did?” I asked, giving Suho a look, but he just shrugged in an ‘I’m just trying to make everyone happy, but I’m starting to give up.’ Way. “A promise is a promise, I guess. I’ll see you at home tonight then.” I said, kind of passive aggressive. I walked out of Suho’s office without saying goodbye, and went to Lay’s desk, sitting down a bit over dramatically so he’d look at me.

“Tough meeting?” He asked, sarcastically.

“My fiancé is being taken away from me by his best friend.” I said, putting my head on his desk.

“You’re being over dramatic.” He said. I lifted my head to look up at him.

“She brought him his lunch, AND is going to dinner with him tonight. After that, they’ll probably go back to her place, and watch movies all night long, and he won’t come home, and I won’t be able to see him until the next night.” I complained.

“Well, you are with him 24/7 now, so maybe a little separation for one night will be good. You’re about to spend the rest of your life with this man and his kids. Enjoy your time off.” He said, patting my head.

“What are you doing tonight? We can get Baek and hang out.” I suggested.

“I should say I’m not free, since you’re only using us because you’re lonely, but I miss hanging out with you so I’m free.” He said.

“I’m not using you.” I said, giving him a look.

“Sure.” He said, sarcastically. “I’ll tell Baekhyun and we’ll be over when we get off tonight.” He said.

“Movie night?” I asked. He made a face like he was thinking and then nodded. “Scary or funny?” I asked.

“Both.” He answered.

“Cool, I’ll go pick out movies and you tell Baek, and bring snacks.” I said, getting up from my seat, and leaving. I went back to the house and started queuing up movies on Netflix to watch for tonight. Suho texted me a few times, apologizing for today, but I was being a little salty.

Suho: Are you sure you’re okay? I can cancel if you want me too.

Suho: I’m sorry

Me: Don’t cancel. It’s fine. 👌🏻👌🏻

Suho: It doesn’t seem fine. I can come home.

Me: No, go on your date. Lay and Baek are coming over to watch movies anyways.

Suho: It’s not a date. Have fun watching your movies, I’ll be home tonight.

Suho: I love you ❤️❤️❤️

Suho: (Y/N)?

Suho: ...Are you there?

I stopped replying to him and left him on read. I wanted to be as petty as I could, even though it’s childish. But let’s be honest, when am I not petty? My phone kept ringing with Suho’s text messages, so I just turned the phone on silent, and put it face down, without reading the messages. Anytime I got mad, he would always just blow up my phone with thousands of texts either apologizing, telling me he loves me, or just saying random shit like dad jokes or vine references or just random words he typed really fast. He would do that until I forgave him, and it worked every time for some dumb reason.

~~Avia’s P.O.V~~

That night, Suho and I met up at a fancy restaurant in the Gangnam District. He was already there with a table saved.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make (Y/N) mad. I missed you, and she gets to see you way more than I do. I guess I’m just not used to it yet.” I say.

“Avia, it’s okay. Things are very different from how they used to be. (Y/N)’s pregnant, we all need to make adjustments.” He says.

“What kind of adjustments?” I asked.

“I’m not sure yet, we’ll figure it out.”

I sighed a bit, and leaned back in the booth.

“What? You can’t be mad that I’m spending time with her.” He said growing a bit frustrated.

“I’m not it’s just,” I groaned a bit “I’m not like you, I don’t have a ton of associates or a boyfriend to come back to when you’re not there. You’re my best friend, and in a lot of ways, you’re all I have. I don’t know I’m just being selfish I guess.” I say. A waiter brought by two glasses of champagne.

“Well there’s at least one tradition that will never change. Thanksgiving with my family.” He says, grinning before taking a sip of his glass.

“I look forward to that hot mess every year.” I explain.

“Me too, my whole family in one room, getting drunk and passive aggressively screaming at each other; just what thanksgiving is about.” We laughed. After dinner we went to my home to watch movies and crash.

~Suho’s pov~

“Suho, you’ve checked your phone just about all night.” Avia said, seeing as I checked my phone again.

“I thought I heard it buzzing.” I said, looking at it again.

“It didn’t buzz.” She says.

“Wait, did you hear that?” I asked, thinking I heard my phone buzz again, but nothing.

“Suho, it didn’t buzz. Just enjoy the movie.” She says, pointing at the screen.

I looked at the screen of my phone again, and went to my messages. (Y/N) still hadn’t texted back, and I was starting to get worried. I looked at the clock, and saw it was 2am, we’ve already watched five movies, and were in the middle of our sixth.

“Is that really the time?” I asked.

“Yeah? Why are you so shocked? We normally watch movies until 7am and then we fall asleep for a few hours, this isn’t a new thing, Suho.” She said, giving me a look.

“Yeah, but the difference is, I have a mad pregnant fiancé waiting for me at home. I don’t think she would appreciate me staying the night at another girls house.” I said, starting to stand up.

“Oh come on, Suho. She knows we aren’t doing anything but watching movies all night.” She says, watching as I grabbed my coat. “She knows we’re just friends.” She continues.

“Friends or not, it’ll still make her even more upset. One day, you’ll understand.” I say, putting my shoes on. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said.

“But Suho.” She whines.

“Tomorrow.” I say again, leaving the apartment.

I thought about calling (Y/N), but figured she would be asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her. She’d probably ignore the call anyways. When I got into the apartment, I could hear the tv from the door. I took my shoes and coat off, and went to the living room, seeing the tv on, and Lay and Baekhyun asleep on the couch, but no sight of (Y/N). Letting out a sigh, I turned the tv off, and threw some blankets on the two boys. It seemed like they were preparing me to be a father already.

After getting some water from the kitchen, I made my way to the bedroom, seeing (Y/N) asleep on her side of the bed. I shut the door quietly, and changed into black sweatpants and a long sleeve grey T-shirt, and then climbed in bed with her.

~~Your P.O.V~~

I was awake the whole time. I heard him open the door, and change clothes, and get in the bed. He wrapped his arm around me, and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“I’m home.” He whispered, but I didn’t respond. He sighed. “I know you’re awake.” He said, rubbing my arm. “Please talk to me... I’m sorry for making you mad.” He said, in a soft voice. “At least face me.” He said. I sighed, and turned my body so I was facing him.

“You’re still home really late.” I say, still very upset.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to stay so long.” He said.

“Look, I know she’s your best friend, and I know you want to see her... But there are lines you can’t cross anymore, and staying with her overnight is one of them. You two are.... You’re getting too close for comfort.” I say, a little hesitant, not knowing how he’ll feel about my complaint. “We’re actually getting married soon, and like it or not, marriage is a full time job. I’m talking late nights, long hours, especially with two kids. I’m just scared she’s trying to, you know.... steal you away from me.” I say.

“I know, baby, and I’m here, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.” He said, trying to kiss my forehead, but I backed away.

“Don’t think you’re being let off so easily.” I said, making him pout. “You’ve gotta work for it.” I say, putting my hand on his chest.

“You know Lay and Baekhyun are in the other room?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“So?” I shrugged.

“Well, if you don’t care, I don’t.” He said, lifting my chin up, and putting his lips on mine. He ran his fingers through my hair, and slipped his tongue in my mouth, but I got a thought, so I pulled away. “What?” He asked, looking confused.

“I just thought of something.” I said.

“Now?” He asked, a little frustrated.

“We should get married soon, like before I start getting a baby bump soon. Like next week soon.” I say, smiling.

“Next week soon? You know how much planning a wedding takes, right? We’ve done it before.” He said.

“Exactly, we’ve done it before. We don’t need a big wedding, I just need you and a few friends and family. Nothing big. I just can’t stand not being able to call you my husband anymore. And I don’t want to walk down the isle, looking like I ate the whole buffet before the ceremony.” I explain.

“Baby bump or no baby bump, you’ll look beautiful no matter what. But if you want to get married that soon, then we will. I’m ready to start calling you my wife too.” He said. I smiled widely, and started kissing him again, way more passionately.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him. He pushed himself up with his elbows so we wouldn’t be laying down so awkwardly, and then he adjusted himself so he was sitting up completely. I straddled him, and removed his shirt, which honestly I loved on him and wished he would wear it more. He started to kiss my neck, I felt that he was leaving marks that I would have to cover up tomorrow. He removed my shirt as well, and kissed down my chest, and back all the way up to my lips. I moved my hand down his chest and slipped it into his sweatpants. He stopped kissing me to let out a sigh of pleasure, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“You’re like an angel with no wings.” He said, resting his forehead on mine.

“So like, a person?” I laughed, stroking him more, making him bite his bottom lip. He reached down to remove his own pants and underwear, and then took off mine. He started to flip me over so he was on top of me, but I stopped him. “Let me be on top tonight.” I said, getting close to his ear. “I want to ride you.” I whispered, sending chills down his spine.

“If that’s what you want.” He said, clearing his throat.

I guided him inside of me, and started grinding my hips against his. We were both moaning messes just a few minutes in, sloppily kissing each other, and running our hands all over each other’s bodies. We kept going for a while until we both got to our climax.

“I love you.” He said, out of breath, kissing my forehead.

“I love you too.” I said, laying down and cuddling next to him.

The next morning, Suho and I woke up pretty early. We had to bring a cake to the family thanksgiving dinner tonight, and his family had a strict no buying from the store policy, so we had to make it.

Honestly, I didn’t mind because that meant we got to bake something together and it’s cute as hell.

“I need one cup of water, 1/3 cup of vegetable oil and 3 eggs please.” I request, reading off the cake mix box.

“Coming right up.” Suho said, handing me ingredients one at a time. He went over to his phone and hooked it up to the Bluetooth speaker, picking music to be played as we baked.

“Whats all the loud noise? I’m trying to sleep.” Baekhyun groaned from the living room.

“We’re baking some cakes, you and Lay should go home now. It’s thanksgiving, go spend time with your family.” I yelled from the kitchen. I heard Lay groan.

“Come on, we’re being kicked out.” Baekhyun said.

Him and Lay waved goodbye to us before leaving, and Suho and I went back to our cake. I started stirring and Suho sang along to the song playing. He came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying to the music.

“Can you focus and make the second cake?” I asked, laughing a little.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, getting out another mixing bowl, and starting on his cake. I finished mixing mine, and put it in the pan, putting it in the oven. He put his in the oven as well, and turned to look at the mess we’ve made.

“Is the maid coming today?” He asked.

“It’s thanksgiving, we gave her the day off, remember.” I said.

“I really don’t want to clean this.” He whined.

“Come on, you big spoiled baby, lets clean.” I say, rolling up my sleeves.

“That hurt. That was unnecessary.” He said, being fake hurt.

“You’ll live.” I laughed. He pulled on the draw strings of my sweatpants so I would come closer to him, as soon as I reached him, he gave me a kiss.

“Let’s get to cleaning then.” He said, putting the mixing bowls in the sink.

~~~

Suho and I got ready after about an hour or so of cleaning the kitchen, and frosting the cakes when they were done. It was just a casual event, so we didn’t try too hard like we normally would. We grabbed the cakes, and made sure we had everything, before leaving. Suho’s driver took us to his fathers house, and I couldn’t stop shaking my leg.

“Will you stop? There’s no reason to be nervous, okay?” Suho said, putting his hand on my knee to get me to stop shaking my leg.

“Do you not remember last time we had dinner with your family? It was just a week ago.” I asked, letting out a sigh. “Are we gonna tell them about us getting married next week?” I asked.

“I haven’t decided. I don’t think I really want my family there...” Suho said, trailing his sentence off.

“What? Why?” I asked, giving him a look.

“Why have someone at such an important event, who don’t even care about their son or the event in the first place?” He said, looking out the window.

“You don’t believe that, do you? You know both of your parents want the best for you. They just don’t think I’m it.” I say, giving his hand a squeeze. He looked at me, and pecked my lips quickly.

“But you are it. And I wish they could see that.” He said.

“I know, but I don’t think they will, and that’s okay. We know we’re right for each other, and that’s all the matters.” I say, giving him a smile.

“We’re here.” The driver said, pulling up to the front of Suho’s parents house.

“Here we go.” Suho whispered, stepping out of the car. I got out as well, and he took my hand as we walked inside.

“Myeonnie!! My son, welcome home! I’m so glad you could make it!” His mother said, overly excited to see him.

“Hey, mom.” Suho smiled, hugging her.

“You brought (Y/N) with you.” She pointed out, giving me a fake smile. Suho’s mother also wasn’t very fond of me, but she hated me less than anyone else, so that counts for something?

“Oh, yes. I don’t know if Dad told you, but we’re back together. She’s pregnant too.” Suho said, a little hesitantly.

“I heard, dear. I’m happy that you’ve found happiness.” She said, grabbing his hand. “Now, go say hi to everyone else. You can set the cakes down in the kitchen.” She said, waving us along.

“So far so good.” Suho whispered, squeezing my hand.

We put the cakes down, and greeted his other family members. Not everyone was here yet, there were only a handful of people here. Thankfully, we haven’t ran into his dad yet. Before the dinner started, and everyone got to the house, Suho led me upstairs to his old room.

“Wow, they really haven’t changed anything.” He laughed, looking around. “The memories made here, am I right?” He said, sitting on his bed. I smiled and sat next to him. “Remember the first night you stayed over here? It was Christmas break, and I thought it would be a good idea for you to spend it at my house instead of staying at the dorms the whole break.” He said, reminiscing.

“I remember. It was the first time I met your parents and they weren’t happy when you brought me home instead of Avia.” I said.

“I felt the same way.” He joked. I slapped his arm, and pouted. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and laughed. “I’m just kidding.” He said.

“We should go back downstairs, I’m sure people are wondering where the famous Myeonie is.” I said, standing up, and taking his hands.

“I hate that name.” He said, scrunching his face and standing up as well. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, before we went back down. As we walked down the stairs, I spotted Avia and instantly felt a knot in my stomach.

“Avia, you made it.” Suho said, hugging her. I stood there awkwardly as they talked. “Where’s Kyungsoo?” Suho asked, looking around her.

“He couldn’t make it tonight, he had a photo shoot.” She says. “So, I brought Chen instead. I hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t want to come by myself.” She says, pointing to Chen who was being his charismatic self with Suho’s family.

“I don’t mind at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. Since senior year of college.” Suho said. We all went to the same college. That’s where I first met Suho, actually.

“I know. I recently just got back in touch with him, and we’ve hung out a few times. He’s changed a lot. He’s definitely gotten more mature.” She says, looking over at him.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Suho said, smiling.

“Junmyeon! You see Avia’s here. It’s like good old times, right son?” Suho’s father said, coming up to him and her, and putting his arms around both their shoulders.

“(Y/N)’s here too, Father.” Suho said, looking over at me and giving me an apologetic look.

“Yes, I’m aware. Alright, time to get dinner started. Everyone take their seats!” His father announced, ignoring my presence.

Suho gave me a small smile, and led me to my seat, pulling the chair out for me, and then sitting next to me. Avia sits in the other chair next to Suho and Chen sat on the other side of her. The butler passed out the dinner to everyone, and we all talked somewhat happily. Suho was asked the normal questions he was always asked. Every once in a while, Avia would whisper something to him, making him laugh, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat jealous. Tonight, she was getting a little too close. I looked over and noticed that she had scooted her chair closer to his, and she kept touching his arm. It really unsettled me. Chen caught her attention for a second to ask her something, so I saw this as my chance to talk to Suho.

“Hey.” I whispered, getting his attention.

“Hm?” He hummed, making a cute expression.

“Um, don’t you think Avia is getting a little close?” I asked, looking back at her.

“No? Why? Is she?” He asked, truly oblivious. He then slowly started to smile. “Are you jealous?” He asked.

“No.” I say, crossing my arms.

“You’re so cute.” He said, pinching my cheek. “You have nothing to worry about.” He said, ruffling my hair a little.

“Hey, Suho, Chen just said the funniest thing.” Avia says, tapping his arm. Suho turned to her, but held my hand as reassurance. Throughout the dinner, Avia just kept getting more handsy with Suho. I wasn’t too happy and it showed.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” One of Suho’s relatives asked.

“Me? Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” I say, giving her a smile. Suho looked at me, worried, and put a hand on my thigh.

The butler brought out the desert that the whole family made. After we ate that, everyone got up and continued talking to each other in various parts of the house. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, since I couldn’t have the wine that was being served now, and when I came back, Avia, Suho, and Chen were gone. I let out a long sigh, and went to the pool out back, and sat on one of the chairs beside it. I pulled out my phone and decide to text Lay and Baekhyun as I sat there. A good twenty minutes passed, before I decided to go look for Suho. The house was so big, I didn’t think I would ever find him, so I called him but of course there was no answer, so I just walked around the house more.

“Looking for Suho?” Someone asked from behind me. I turned around to see Chen.

“Oh, yes I am.” I said.

“He’s looking for you too. He just went outside a few seconds ago.” Chen said, pointing to the front door.

“Where’s Avia?” I asked.

“With him I think? I don’t know, I lost them a few minutes ago. I got distracted with how huge this house is.” Chen laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyways, Suho’s worried about you, so I would go to him.” Chen said, before leaving me to talk to yet another one of Suho’s family members.

I made my way out front, and saw Avia and Suho sitting on the stairs and her head was on his shoulder, which honestly sent my blood boiling. I fake coughed, and made the two of them turn around.

“There you are, we’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Suho said, standing up now.

“Mhm, sure looks like you’re trying really hard.” I say, crossing my arms. Suho walked up to me, and held my arms.

“We were, babe.” He said, looking me in the eyes.

“I was out back for twenty minutes.” I say, visibly upset.

“Well, you weren’t looking for us so.” Avia mutters. I gave her a look.

“Avia, not now.” Suho said in a calm voice, before I could say anything. “I was just telling Avia how we’re planning on getting married next week.” He said, looking back at me, trying to change the subject on who was looking more for who.

“Yeah, he was and I think it’s a terrible idea to get married in such a short time. Especially with how long it took us to plan the first one, which went terribly, and all that money went to waste.” She says.

“Well if you think it’s such a bad idea, then don’t come.” I shrug. “You’re just jealous anyways.” I mumble, making her scoff.

“Of what?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Let’s not fight, okay? It’s thanksgiving, we should be talking about things we’re thankful for.” Suho said, trying to calm us both at this point.

“You’re jealous that I’m the one marrying Suho and I’m the one having his kids and not you.” I say.

“Oh please. Such a childish thing to say. Suho is just my friend.” She says, rolling her eyes.

“Please, It’s obvious you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. I noticed the day we met. You’re in love with your best friend, and you can’t do anything about it.” I say.

“That’s a bold accusation, (Y/N).” Suho stepped in.

“Well, it’s true. Anyone can tell. You sure don’t hide it. Especially lately with how handsy you’re being with him.” I say, holding onto his arm.

“God. You’re so full of it. I am not in love with Suho.” She says.

“You’re totally in love with Suho.” Chen said, coming outside now.

“If I was in love with him I would’ve made a move years before you ever showed up.” She snapped.

“Face it, you’re helpless.” I crossed my arms, and I could feel her eyes burning through me.

“Are you in kindergarten? If I liked Suho I would’ve been with him. Everyone excepted it, even we did for a while but that simply isn’t the case. You can keep trying to force this narrative but I’m not having it,” She says, turning to leave.

“Alright, come on, that’s enough.” Suho said, trying to get me back inside.

“Whether you love him, or not, and I know you do... Either way, what you two used to have needs to be over now. No more sleep overs, or late nights... I can’t have him being over at some other girls house over night. Best friend or not.” I say, making her stop. “Like it or not, he’s about to be married, it’s time to grow up and stop acting like kids.” I say, angry.

“You can’t just take him away from me like that! Years of friendship and tradition... You can’t do that.” She says, turning back to us.

“I can and I am.” I say, walking up to her, but Suho held my arm. “I’m tired of sitting by while you throw yourself at him. He’s mine, so back off.” I say.

Suho pulled me away from her slightly.

“Stop acting like we’re in high school, Suho isn’t your property, you don’t own him, He is his own person who can make his own decisions.” She says, matter of factly.

“Seriously, you two, stop.” Suho said in a stern voice, getting our attention finally. “Look, Avia, (Y/N)’s right. We’re adults now, and we’re getting into the stage where we need to be taking things seriously. I’m not saying we can’t ever see each other, but me staying at your house overnight and you bringing me food in the afternoons at work can’t happen anymore. It’s not your job.” Suho said, calmer than how I would have said it. “It’s not fair to her and-“ He said, but she cut him off.

“Not fair to her? What about me? You think it’s fair to me that she’s taking you away? I barely got to see you in the first place. Now I can’t ever see you??” She says, tears forming in her eyes.

“Avia, I-“

“Myeonie, can you come inside for a while and talk to your family? They all want to see you- is everything alright?” Suho’s mom asked, poking her head out of the door.

“Everything’s fine, mom. We’ll be in in a second.” Suho said, giving her a reassuring smile. She smiled back, and went back inside. Suho turned back to Avia.

“I’m sorry. But I love (Y/N), more than anything in this world and I need to be devoted to her and put her first now.” He said, wrapping his arm around my waste.

“Yeah well I miss the time when I was the person you cared about.” She said, quietly. “This is all stupid.”

“Avia, it’s-“

“No, it isn’t fair to me. She can’t just waltz back into your life after hurting so badly just to take you away. When have I ever hurt you or betrayed you?” She asked.

“This isn’t because you did something wrong this is ju-“

“I know why it’s happening, it’s just like I said, I’m not ready yet.”

The small amount of energy I had was gone, and all I wanted to do was sit down, and relax.

“I know, Avia, but you have to be.” Suho said, in a soft voice. “You’ll always be my best friend, and they’ll always be a time where we can see each other.” He reassured her.

“It won’t be the same, Suho, and you know it.” She says, removing his hands from her arms. “She came into our lives, and ruined everything. Everything!” She yelled, looking behind Suho to me. “If it weren’t for her, I-“ She said, but stopped talking mid-sentence. A tear finally escaped, Suho wipes it away quickly for her.

“It’s like I’m watching a break up scene in a drama.” Chen whispered to me. I rolled my eyes at him.

“We should go inside now.” I say, pulling Avia and Suho away from whatever moment they were having. Suho walked up to me, and took my hand, giving me a smile.

“Come back inside and focus on having a good time, please.” He said, looking at her. I tugged his hand a little, to get him to walk inside instead of staying here talking to her. The two of us went inside, and made our way through the house.

“That was a little unnecessary you know.” Suho said, turning to me.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away. I just... I just see how much she actually loves you, and it worries me.” I say, looking at my feet.

“Worries you why though?” He asked, making me look up at him.

“Because, I’m scared one day you’ll get even closer to her, and realize you love her too.” I say, quietly, because I knew it was a stupid thought, but I couldn’t help but think it.

“I’m not gonna leave you, okay? It’s a little too late for that.” He joked. I gave him a look and he shook his head. “Sorry, not the time for jokes, I get that.” He said. “The point is, I love you, so much, and I’m more than ready to call you my wife. You have no idea.” He said.

“Yeah, but she said it herself, everyone was expecting you two to get together, even you thought you two would get together. How can you love me so much, when everyone around you wants you to be with someone else?” I asked, getting more and more insecure about the whole matter.

“Because, no one else matters but you.” He said, kissing my forehead. “Now, lets go talk to my obnoxious family.” He said, leading me to everyone else.

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Love Is Complicated. (SuhoxReader) Pt.5

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt.6

It’s been a year, and Suho and I have kept our relationship a secret for this long without literally anyone finding out, which I was very proud of, honestly. I can’t believe we kept it a secret for this long. The only problem is, Avia was officially home now, she had been back fo a while. She was done with her trip, and always at home. Today, however, she was gone for work, and Suho came home early because I wasn’t feeling well. I insisted he stay at work, and that I probably just had a small cold, but he got off anyways and came to my apartment to take care of me.

“You sure you don’t want to go to the doctor?” He asked, feeling my forehead.

“No, I’m fine really. My stomach is just trying to murder me is all.” I say, curling into a ball on the couch.

Suho sat next to me, and tried to get me to eat soup, but anything I ate, I threw back up. His face was filled with worry, and I could tell he didn’t know what to do in this situation.

“Tell me what I can do. There has to be something.” He said. I shook my head.

“Don’t worry about me, really. I’ve been sick before, I can handle it.” I say. Suho started to say something, but his phone rang. He let out a sigh and answered it.

“What is it?” He asked in his business voice. “No. I left early for a reason, can’t it wait?” He asked. “I swear to god if this is just one of your dumb ‘I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing’ things, I will fire you.” Suho yelled into the phone, hanging up angrily. “I have to go back to the bank, apparently, one of our clients backed out of something, so I have to go speak to them.” He said, taking my hand. “Will you be okay without me?” He asked, going back to his soft voice.

“I’ll be fine. Just go.” I say, laughing a little at him. He kissed my forehead and left my studio apartment.

Today was Saturday, so I knew Lay would be off, so I called him to ask if he would take me to the pharmacy to get medicine. He agreed and came to pick me up.

“Man, so much cool stuff here, it’s a shame that none of it will be bought by anyone.” Lay said, looking around.

“You can have two candies.” I say, rolling my eyes. Sometimes, he acted like an actual child.

“Two!?” He yelled, running off to the candy isle. I went to the pharmacy desk.

“Hey, I have the flu, and I need to get rid of it fast, because I really don’t have the time.” I said. “Don’t give me the soft stuff, I need the hard stuff. The Mariah Carey has to sing tonight stuff.” I say, whispering the last part.

“Of course miss Kim.” The lady said. “What’s your symptoms?” She asked.

“Well, I’m nauseous, I can’t keep anything down, I have a major headache, my boobs kinda hurt.” I said, holding my boobs for a second in discomfort. She looks at me strangely.

“That doesn’t sound like the flu.” She said, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course it’s the flu, what else could it be? I mean-“ I started to say more, but I turned my head and saw the pregnancy tests and everything basically just clicked into place.

“This counts as one.” Lay said, holding up a giant gummy bear made out of more gummy bears.

(Ten points to anyone who can figure out where that’s from)

~~~

The test turned out positive, and I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. I threw away the stick, and walked out of the bathroom shocked.

“Man you were in the bathroom forever.” Lay said, putting down whatever random thing he was playing with. “I mean jeez, what took you so long?” He asked.

“N-nothing. I’m not. It’s nothing.”’I ramble. “We have to go to Suho’s Office.” I say.

“What? Why? I didn’t think-“ He started, but I cut him off.

“It’s an emergency!” I say, leaving the pharmacy, and going to his car.

He drove me to Suho’s Office, and everyone looked at me like they had seen a ghost as I walked through the building. I could see Suho yelling at an employee from his desk, Avia was sitting in the chair across from him. The employee left with his head hung low, and I walked in before the door could even close.

“Whoa, What’re you doing here?” Avia asked, obviously annoyed and ready to try and fight.

“I don’t have time for you, I need to speak to Suho. Alone.” I said, cutting her off quickly.

“About what?” She asked, crossing her arms, and raising her eyebrows.

“Lord Voldemort is back, and I murdered him.” I say, giving her a look.

“Suho’s over you, it’s been a year, get over it.” She says, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, she beast, it’s important, it’s about Kai and I need to speak to him alone.” I say, waving a dismissive hand at her.

“You don’t-“ She started.

“Avia.” Suho said, gesturing his head towards the door. She looked at him and then at me, and huffed before getting up and leaving.

“Okay, act annoyed at me, because your whole office is pure glass and everyone can see everything we’re doing.” I say, starting to pace.

“...Okay? But why are you here? You should be at home resting and not pacing around like a mad man.” He said, watching as I paced.

“You know how this morning I thought I had the flu?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was just a few hours ago.” He said.

“Yeah, well I went to the pharmacy to get medicine for it, and the lady told me my symptoms didn’t sound like the flu, so I was like well what else could it fucking be, ya know? Like obviously it’s the flu right?” I said, rambling again.

“Just spit it out, what do you have?” He asked, scrunching his eyebrows at me.

“It’s not what I have... but what WE have.” I say, nervously. “Suho... I’m pregnant.” I say, stopping my pacing to look him in the eye. He froze completely, staring off into space. “Suho? Hello?” I waved my hand in front of his face, but nothing. “Suho please say something.” I pleaded. I turned around and see Avia, Lay, And Baekhyun staring at us from Baekhyun’s desk. I give a quick smile, but turn back to Suho.

“Pregnant.” He said, finally. “What do we do? I mean, we’re going to have to tell everyone now, right? I have to study up on parenting. Oh god. I’m busy, like, all the time, what if we’re the parents that never pays attention to our kid because we’re busy and we only let the nanny take care of it?” He said. Now he was the one rambling.

“It’ll be fine. We’ll tell everyone, separately, we’ll be perfect parents and everything is going to be just fine.” I say, trying to calm him down. He stood up and started pacing too.

“I mean. A baby? How can we- what if we- I’m.” He said, putting his glasses on the desk.

“Let’s just wait to tell everyone until we go get a sonogram in a few weeks, and see what’s going on in there, and then we’ll tell everyone.” I say. Suho nods and take a deep breath.

“I’m gonna.” He starts. “I’m gonna pass out.” He said, passing out, and landing on the floor.

“Oh my god.” I said, bending down next to him.

Avia, Lay, and Baekhyun rushed into Suho's office, slamming the door open.

"What exactly did you do!?" Avia asked, outraged. She crouched down to Suho. He had woken up, but was still out of it. He tried to sit up, but she made him lay back down quickly.

"What happened?" He groaned.

"You just passed out for some reason." Avia explains.

"Do we take him to the hospital or?" Baekhyun asked, not knowing what to do in this situation. He isn’t the only one.

"No, he didn't hit his head, and he probably just got too hot or tired." Avia explains, moving a strand of hair out of his face, which kinda made me wanna punch her in the face. “I’m late for work, so I have to leave. Just get him some ice.” She said, laying Suho down gently, and leaving the room.

“What the hell happened? Why are you here? Why did Suho pass out?” Baekhyun asked, freaking out.

“Baek, please. Calm down, give him space.” I said, making sure Baekhyun wasn’t hovering over Suho. “I’ll explain everything later, I swear, just... get me some cold water.” I said. Lay got up, and went to get a cup of water. I poured it on Suho’s face, and he shot up. “Are you okay?” I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine.” He said, holding his head.

“Here.” I say, giving him a towel to dry off, and also gave him the ice. “Can you give us a second please?” I asked, looking at Lay and Baekhyun. They gave me a weird look, and lingered for a second, but got up and left the room, standing close by the windows. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, worried about Suho.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m just trying to process everything.” He said, looking at the ground. “You’re pregnant.” He said, looking up at me.

How Suho processes life changing things is always weird. First he freaks out about it, then he’s happy about it, then he freaks out again and so on and so forth.

“Yeah, I am.” I say, smiling.

“You’re pregnant! With my kid! I’m gonna be a dad!” He said, excited.

“So you’re happy about it?” I asked.

“Of course. Do you know how much I love you?” He said, holding my hands. I smiled at him even bigger than I was before, but remembered that Lay and Baekhyun could see us. I pretended like I was just helping him up, and let go of his hands quickly, backing away from him.

“We have watchers.” I said, gesturing my head towards the boys. Suho looked over, and waved for them to get back to work.

“We’ll have to talk about this more when I get home. I really want to hug you and kiss you right now, but since everyone can see us...” He said trailing off. “We should get married right? I don’t want to be those parents who had a kid and never got married, and then have to explain to our kid why we never did, and they get jealous of everyone else’s parents.” Suho started rambling again. Like I said, he has a weird way of processing things.

“Suho, calm down. We’ll figure everything out later. We have plenty of time.” I say, holding him by his shoulders. “I’m gonna go. I just couldn’t wait for you to get home to tell you, and I love you, and I’ll see you later.” I said, leaving his office so he could get back to work. I really wanted to kiss him goodbye but because we can’t let people know, I couldn’t. Lay and Baekhyun followed me down the hall and out the building.

“Tell us. Tell us. (Y/N), tell us.” They basically chanted all the way out.

“Oh my god, I can’t. It’s just personal stuff that I have to deal with, and I’m just stressed out about it.” I said, running my fingers through my hair.

“You know, (Y/N), sometimes life throws us crazy curves. And, yes, this moment may be the biggest curve,” Baekhyun started, motioning a curve at his belly. “You’ve ever had to deal with, but just because your family is getting bigger does not mean that you can’t handle it. You and Suho can handle anything.” He said, smiling.

“Wow. Baekhyun, thank you. That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now. God, it’s so weird that you found out that I was pregnant before anyone else did-“

“PREGNANT!?” Lay and Baekhyun yelled at the same time, catching me off guard. “Wow. (Y/N)!”

“Yeah, What did you think?” I asked, confused.

“I thought you were getting a dog.” Baekhyun said.

“Well why did you go like this?” I asked, doing the same curve move at my belly like he did.

“That’s the sign for petting a dog that’s sitting on your lap. But pregnant!? Wow! Oh, that’s amazing!” Baekhyun said.

“Wait whose is it?” Lay asked. I closed my eyes and shook my head. They can be such idiots.

“Suho’s.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You two have been sleeping with each other? And now your pregnant? Talk about awkward.” Lay said, looking at Baekhyun

“No, we haven’t been sleeping with each other. I mean we have been, but we actually got back together a while ago. A year ago to be exact.” I admit.

“And you didn’t tell us til now!? What!? I thought we were your best friends and to think, we helped you out in your darkest times.” Baekhyun over exaggerated.

“I had to keep it a secret. I’m sorry. But now you guys have to keep this a secret, until Suho and I figure everything out. I swear to god if either of you mentions anything about babies to anyone, I will drop kick you I swear.” I say, pointing at the two of them.

~~ Third person~~

It had been a few hours since the big news. Avia had come back from her work, and met up with Baekhyun and Lay at their desks.

"So how is he doing now?" She asks.

"He seems to be doing fine. Well better than fine, he keeps smiling at his computer. I wonder what he's looking at?" Baekhyun says, peering into their boss’ office.

"Yeah it’s a bit-" Avia watched Suho. It was honestly puzzling. "Strange," She says, walking into his office. "You seem to be feeling better." She says, smiling.

"Yeah I a-" Suho looks at her, and his face turned white. "Oh shit. Well you know I'd love to talk but I'm busy, and you're busy, and we gotta be busy in different places, and, so, yeah, you should leave. Not because I don't want you here, or like I'm scared of you or anything, why would you think something like that?"

She moved to say something, but he started rambling again.

"I'm not paranoid what are you talking about? No way, no one is paranoid here. You go on... and you do drugs, or gamble, or something else wholesome." He said, leading her out.

"Uh okay?" She turned back to Baekhyun and Lay. "What the hell?"

"You know it’s probably just the b-" Baekhyun began, but Lay kicked him.

"Buttload of uuuuuuuhh of uuh drugs... That he is doing." Lay winced at the end of that sentence.

"Right... I’m leaving." She says, shaking her head and leaving the office, quickly.

~~Your P.O.V~~

A few weeks passed, and Suho and I went to go get a sonogram, to make sure the baby was okay.

“Oh, there it is. It’s completely healthy, it’s still too soon to tell what the gender it is, but it looks like it’s developing pretty well.” The doctor said, pointing at the screen. Suho and I smiled at each other, happy to hear the news. “Oh wait... There’s another one. Looks like you’re having twins.” He said, looking closer at the screen.

“Twins!? As in two babies? That look alike?” Suho asked, shocked.

“Not exactly. Twins don’t have to look alike... But there are two.” The doctor said with a smile. “Now. You two comeback in eight to ten weeks, and I’ll be able to tell you the gender of the two lucky babies.” He said, turning the machine off, and taking off his gloves.

“Twins. We’re having twins.” Suho said, looking down at me. I’m sure my face mirrored his. We were both beyond shocked, and didn’t know what to do. “We can handle this right?” He asked.

“Honey, we can handle anything. The twins are going to be beautiful, healthy, talented, and smart, and they’re going to have the best parents in the entire world.” I say, squeezing his hand.

We left the doctors office and headed home. Once we got there, we had to discuss future matters.

“Okay, so I guess today’s the day when we tell everyone the news.” Suho said, putting his keys on the table, as we walked in his apartment.

“I guess so... What about are living situations? We should move back in together, right?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not having my pregnant girlfriend live by herself. What if something happens? Plus, since we’re telling everyone today, there’s no need to sneak around anymore.” He said, sitting on the couch with me following.

“Okay, that’s settled then.” I say, letting out a sigh.

“I think we should get married. Maybe not go all out like the first time, but just have close family and friends there, somewhere small, no interruptions.” He said, grabbing my hand.

“I would like that.” I smile, giving him a kiss. He took the ring off my finger, and stood up, bringing me up as well. “Suho, what are you doing?” I asked, amused. He got down on one knee, and held out the ring.

“(Y/N), I love you so much, and now you’re carrying not one, but two of the most precious things with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and start this family right. Will you marry me?” He asked. I laugh and nod.

“Of course I will.” I say, he stood up, and wrapped his arms around me, and then put the ring back on my finger, giving me a passionate kiss, before letting me go.

“I say you move back in right now.” He said.

“My lease isn’t up until next month though.” I say, pouting.

“I have money, babe. Don’t worry about it.” He said, taking a hold of my hand, and leading me out of the apartment again.

We drove to my studio apartment, and Suho basically bribed me out of my lease, and we started packing up my stuff. Even though I really liked this small studio apartment, I was happy to go back to Suho’s. I hated being away from him, and not being able to wake up next to him every other morning.

Suho texted Avia, Lay and Baekhyun to meet him at his place in a few hours. By the time we got done packing everything up, loading it into the car, and bringing it back to Suho’s place, the time for the others to get here was very near. We brought in the last box, and the three of them walked in.

“What the hell is all this?” Avia asked, looking around at all the boxes laying around.

“Oh, you’re here. Good.” Suho said, nervously. “Okay, I need everyone to sit down.” He said, leading everyone to the couch. “We have an announcement to make.”

“Uh oh.” Avia says, not liking where this is heading.

“(Y/N) and I have gotten back together. We’ve been back together for a year now.” He started.

“Excuse me!?” She practically yells.

“Let him finish.” I say, giving her a look.

“I know, you don’t approve of this, but it happened and I’m very happy, and I love her very much.” Suho said, putting his arm around my waist.

“Oh my god.” She rolls her eyes.

“We also plan on going through with getting married, and she’s moving back in with me, hints to why all the boxes are here.” He continued. Baekhyun and Lay has a huge smile planted on their faces.

“This is ridiculous.” Avia says, obviously mad. Suho let out a sigh, and continued.

“There’s more. A few weeks ago, (Y/N) came to me with some exciting/stressful/happy/painful/amazing news... The reason I’ve been acting so strange and seeming like I’ve been avoiding you lately is because, well, she’s pregnant.” Suho announced.

“What!?” Avia straight up screams.

“Pregnant!!! A baby!!! I’m so happy I could die!!!!” Baekhyun yelled in her ear.

“Suho, you can’t be serious?” She says, standing up now. “

Well, He is. And it’s not just a baby, it’s twins, I’m having twins!” I say, more to Lay and Baekhyun than her. The two boys jumped for joy, and came to hug me.

“Twins!? TWO whole babies!? Oh my god that’s gonna be so fucking cute. If you need anyone to babysit, I’m free anytime. Except for weekends and nights, but anytime during work hours, I can totally watch over them.” Lay said, earning a look from Suho.

“Are you hearing yourselves!? Twins?? And you hid all of this from me for a year!! Do you not remember what she did to you?” Avia says to Suho, furious.

“It’s hard to forget when all you do is bring it up.” Suho said. I could tell this wasn’t about to go well.

“Okay, See, it’s my cousins, brother’s, dog’s birthday, and I can’t miss it so, I’m gonna go.” Baekhyun said, noticing how much the tension was building.

“Yeah, me too. My Grandma is at the same party, and she just turned twelve so.” Lay said, leaving quickly with Baekhyun.

“Suho, I refuse to let you get back together with her.” Avia says, ignoring the two boys.

“Well, it’s already happened and you’re not his guardian so,” I start, but Suho put his hand out in front of me to stop me.

“You don’t need to be stressed out too much, let me handle this.” He said in a sweet voice to me.

“Well, it’s already happened and you’re not my guardian, so.” He repeated, with almost the same level of sass I had, but not quite.

“Suho, she slept with another guy, while you were engaged to her!” She argued.

“Oh please, you have no room to talk.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Oh don’t play dumb. You slept with the entirety of Kai’s bank just to get to the top, AND you even thought about cheating on Chanyeol with Kyungsoo multiple times, don’t think I’ve forgotten those conversations we had from last month. You’re even more of a slut, so don’t start.” Suho yelled.

“Suho...” I said, shocked. I was a little mad that she had done all that but still continued to call me out for my one (1) mistake, but I did think Suho went a little too far with that one.

"But I didn't cheat on him. I thought we were supposed to be friends. You lied to me for a whole year. If you told me, then yeah, at first I would've been frustrated but can't you see I just wanted you to be happy?"

"Avia I'm-"

"Save it, I have places to be." She says, before grabbing her bag to leave.

"Wait, there's a lot of explaining that all of us need to do please just stay so we can talk." I plead.

"Right now, the two of you are the last people I'd listen to." She turned her back and left the apartment.

I was trying to calm Suho down, when Kyungsoo came in.

“This was at your door.” He said, bringing in a box.

“I’ll open it later.” Suho said, rubbing his forehead.

“I ran into Avia in the hall. She told me what happened.” Kyungsoo said, sitting on the couch.

“You guys hid this for a whole year? That’s impressive.” He said, nodding. It was always hard to read him.

“We’re sorry for keeping it secret, but this is what I was trying to avoid.” Suho said, standing up to look inside the box that he said he’d open up later. “Yup. It’s everything I’ve bought her.” He said, looking through the box of clothes, jewelry and pictures.

“You should’ve told her earlier.” Soo said, watching Suho look through the box.

“Either way, if I told her now or earlier, it would’ve gone down the same way.” He sighed.

“It’s exactly like when you broke up with me.” I scoffed. “What a copycat.” I said to myself, quiet enough to make sure no one could hear me.

“She just needs time alone, she’ll come to her senses.” Suho said, putting all the stuff back in the box.

“She seemed pretty upset, maybe you should see her later.” Kyungsoo said.

“It’s kinda disappointing that she told you the news though...” I said, pouting a little.

“Well, I’m an actor so, I can act like she didn’t tell me.” He shrugged.

“I’m pregnant!” I say, basically screaming it.

“You’re pregnant!?” He said, screaming too.

“With Twins!!!” I yelled.

“With TWINS!?” He repeated, acting really excited like he never heard about this. “I’m so happy for you two, you’ll be great parents.” He said, giving us a thumbs up.

~~ Avia’s P.O.V~~

It had been a few days, Suho hadn't come to talk to me since that night. I regretted getting rid of all of mine and Suho's memories, bc now my apartment was completely bare, and overall extremely sad.

I got a phone call, and answered it quickly, without checking who the number was, "Hello," I said.

"Hello, dear. We just called to make sure you're coming to our dinner tonight. It is a tradition, but you have been so busy lately, we just wanted to make sure we didn't need to move it. It wouldn't be the same without you," Suho's father was calling about the annual dinner we had at his mansion to celebrate the end of the tax season.

I winced thinking about having to confront Suho again, but I didn't want to drag his parents into the drama surrounding the two of us.

"Of course I'm coming, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I say as happily as I could muster.

"Great, see you tonight."

I hung up quickly, and groaned at the thought of having to confront the two of them tonight. I wasn't even sure that Suho's parents knew (Y/N) and him were back together or pregnant.

It just hit me that I would have to go to this dinner completely alone, and since I gave back everything Suho had gotten me, I didn't have a dress fancy enough for the event. I groaned, and fell onto my bed in frustration.

A knock echoed through my apartment, and I secretly hoped it was Suho, but when I answered, I saw that it was D.O. My brain lit up with an idea quickly.

"Hey, I just came to check on you to see if you were feeling any better." He said.

"Not really, but you know what would be really helpful? If you could be my date to Suho's family dinner tonight." I say, brightly.

"Really?" His face lit up. It was cute how excited he got, and I blushed slightly. "I mean, uh, yeah, I can totally do that, what's the dress code?"

"Formal, very formal. Dress to impress." I say, simply. "Great, so just meet me here tonight." I say.

Great. So one thing done, now all I needed to do was go out to get a dress. I kept saying it was a family dinner, which was somewhat true, it was hosted by Suho's family, but a lot of executives and CEO's would be there including Kai, Xuimin, and Chanyeol so leaving a good impression was extremely important.

~~Your P.O.V~~

I knew about the dinner, I went every year with Suho, but this year I was even more nervous than any year before. Suho’s dad already didn’t like me, and he didn’t know that Suho and I were back together, and if he finds out I’m pregnant, lord knows how he’ll react.

I put on my dress, and let out a nervous sigh. Suho came behind me and zipped the back for me.

“Don’t be nervous, it’ll be fine, I promise.” He said, kissing my cheek.

“Your dad hates me, and after the wedding he probably hates me even more, and now I’m carrying your children. and he’s going to disapprove even more.” I ramble.

“We don’t need his approval. I love you, and I want to be with you, and that’s all that matters.” He said, turning me to face him. He gave me a kiss.

“Suho, He said that the next mistake you make, he’ll replace you with your brother.” I say, worried.

“He won’t. You’re not a mistake. Just take a deep breath and calm down, okay?” He said.

The doorbell rang, and he went to go get it. I pulled my hair up in a bun, and pulled out a few pieces. I looked at myself in the mirror. After putting on my jewelry, I went to the living room where Suho was and we left the apartment. We went to the dinner by a limo, and as soon as we arrived, I got even more anxious as before. Suho noticed and squeezed my hand. I took another deep breath, and we got out of the limo.

Suho put his arm around my waist, and we went to the room where everyone was. Suho’s dad came to greet us, but as soon as he realized I was there, his expression changed quickly.

“Suho, always nice to see you, son.” His father said, shaking Suho’s hand, completely ignoring me. “Can’t really say the same for you. What is she doing here?” He asked.

“Nice to see you too, Mr. Kim.” I said, giving a fake smile.

“Dad, (Y/N) and I have gotten back together, and I would really appreciate it if you would treat her nicely.” Suho said, pulling me a little closer. Suho’s dad nodded, and walked away without saying anything. “See, all good.” Suho said, smiling at me.

“I wouldn’t say it’s all good.” I say, spotting Avia coming in.

“Father must have called her.” Suho said, looking over at her.

“Let’s sit down.” He said, gesturing to the table. We sat down and Avia sat across from us, with Kyungsoo. Suho’s dad did his normal speech, and looked down at Suho.

“And now a few words from my delightful son, Suho.” He said, sitting down. Suho stood up, and looked at everyone in the room.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming. This dinner happens every year for the end of tax season, it’s the one time where all banks can get together and get along.” Suho said, earning a small laugh from everyone. “Everyone, please enjoy your food, and make sure you don’t drink too much, we don’t want a repeat of last year. I’m looking at you Carol.” Suho joked. Everyone laughed again. “Anyways, here’s to a good year for all of us.” He said, raising his champeign glass, before sitting back down.

Suho’s phone lit up, and he quickly looked at the text message as his father stood up again to make another speech.

"You don't have to be childish about this." He said, looking over at Avia.

"Oh, so, hiding the truth from me, so you don't have to deal with the consequences isn't childish?" She whispers.

"That was different, I didn't want to upset you."

"So instead of upsetting me, you planned to hide the truth from me forever, and then when that plan failed, you decided to attack me? Remind me why you are in charge of a multi-billion dollar company again." She retorts.

“You know you and Lauren would have fought again, and I didn’t want either of you to get hurt.” Suho whispered.

“Both of you stop. This is not the time or place to be doing this.” I say, leaning forward, so everyone at the dinner table wouldn’t hear me.

“Lauren’s right. You’re both acting childish, so just stop. This is a pretty important dinner, with important people, and the son of the actual largest man in Korea can’t break out into a fight in front of all these people. Think about your reputation.” Kyungsoo said, looking at Suho during the last bit.

“Just call a truce for tonight, it’s all we’re asking.” I say.

Avia huffed frustrated, she opened her mouth to say something, but Suho’s father walked over to us in his round around the table.

"The turn out is great this year, and already gotten a jump start on the next season." Suho's father raved.

"Wow that's great sir," Avia said, in a way where she was kissing up to him. Suho glared at her for a moment, before angrily stuffing a fork full of salmon and spinach into his mouth. "Oh I almost forgot, I know you're such a busy person I hope you, your wife, and Suho can all find time to come see my movie when it premieres." I explain. I honestly didn’t know she was in a movie. Maybe Suho told me, but I didn’t listen.

"Of course, sweetheart, we wouldn't miss it for the world." Suho's mother spoke up.

"I'm sure I have something that day," Suho tried.

"No it’s your day off, I checked." Avia smirked. Suho covered his eyes and groaned, annoyed.

"What is that matter with you?" His father asked.

“I’m just a little tired is all, I’m fine.” Suho said, taking a sip of wine.

“So, (Y/N). What have you been up to?” Mr. Kim asked me. I paused eating my food, and looked up at him, surprised he was asking. I knew it was pretty much a sarcastic question, and I didn’t know if I should answer or not.

“Well... Right now, I’m just kind of working here and there... I’m not really doing much...” I said, trailing off my sentence at the end, when I realized the only one who cared what I was saying was Suho and maybe Kyungsoo.

“And what made you want to get back together with Suho after what you did? Did you not have enough money working odd jobs, so you came back to him so he could support you?” His dad asked, I squeezed my fork and bit the inside of mouth to not say some smart ass answer that would cause a scene.

“Father.” Suho warned.

“I’m just asking. You never know with these girls.” Mr. Kim said.

“These girls?” I asked, the attitude starting to come out of me. Suho put his hand on my thigh, to calm me down.

“There’s no angle, she’s not trying to get anything out of me, we genuinely love each other. Besides, I work hard, so she doesn’t have to. She could completely stop working for all I care.” Suho said, holding my hand now.

“Not to mention, she’s pregnant.” Avia says, nonchalantly. It’s like the whole place went completely silent to look down at us.

“Excuse me!?” Mr. Kim yelled.

“With twins!” She said, pretending to be excited.

“That was not your news to tell.” Suho said, glaring at her.

"Were you just going to lie about it until they were born, and then decide to tell him? You two have a habit of hiding the truth from everyone." She retorts.

Kyungsoo put his hand on her lower back, and pleaded with his eyes for her to stop.

"How long exactly have the two of you been together since you've reunited?" Suho's father asked, bracing himself against the table.

"About a year." Avia says, before either of us could answer. "I was surprised too when they told us, but hey, if you're lucky, Suho will insult every aspect of your personality." She says.

I saw Chanyeol, Kai, and Xuimin had caught on to what was happening, but the people sitting further away were still oblivious.

“A year!? You told no one!?” Mr. Kim yelled. “Wait until your mother hears about this.” He said.

“I am a grown ass man, I can be with whoever I want, it shouldn’t matter to any of you. It’s my life, not yours.” Suho said.

“Getting back together with the girl who cheated on you, and announced it at your wedding, and now this. Of course it matters to us, it matters to your whole reputation.” Mr. Kim said.

“Suho wasn’t the one who started to cause a scene in the middle of this dinner.” I say, looking at Avia.

"Don't even start. She has every right to be angry." Kyungsoo finally spoke up.

"Yeah, I don't see why I'm being punished for trying to be a good friend." She says.

"You both just need to stop, there are a lot of important people here who will use this against Suho, and I know even though you’re mad at him, you still care about him." Kyungsoo whispers. Avia sighs, and bite her lip nervously.

“... And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the saga of the businessman and his mistress. Being written by... Kyungsoo, who is an actor but a writer on the side.” I said, making something up, trying to make it believable.

“Ah, yes. That was a rehearsed argument, and I’m glad everyone enjoyed it. Nothing was real, proceed with your dinner.” Kyungsoo said, going along with it. “Now, you two, zip it for the rest of the night. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.” He said, sitting back down after the dinner went back to it’s normal chatter. “And Mr. Kim, with all do respect, please try not to cause a scene anymore. This could jeopardize everything you two have worked for.” He said, his tone serious.

~~~

The dinner had gone back to normal for everyone else, but at our end of the table, there was definitely tension. Suho and I decided to get up and talk to the others here, just to get away from his dad. Suho did all the talking, I was pretty quiet, smiling when I had to. After about an hour or so passed, everyone was pretty much done with eating. There was an after party, but Suho suggested that we didn’t go.

“Are you sure? It’s a party, so it’s not like we’ll have to talk to your father or anything.” I said.

“I really don’t think we should go. It’ll probably be better if we just went home and rest.” He said.

“Suho wants to rest? Wow.” I say, jokingly. “Alright, we can go.” I say.

We got in our limo and headed home instead of the after party.

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exoscenarios3 · 6 years

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Love Is Complicated. (SuhoxReader) Pt.4

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 5

Everything that’s happened between Suho and I, made the start of us getting back together awkward. The level of guilt I felt was really intense, and I wanted to do everything I could for him to trust me again, since I knew he didn’t fully yet. However, a few weeks into the relationship, everything almost went back to normal, except for the fact that we still couldn’t tell Avia, and I wasn’t able to visit him at the bank like I used to, because she was always there. But, since she was always out so late, I got to spend time with Suho at night when he got off work.

That’s where I was now. We were cuddled up on his couch, watching some random movie that was on the tv, eating popcorn. I looked at the time, and saw it was almost time for Avia to get home, and I let out a disappointing sigh.

“Avia will be home soon.” I say, looking up at Suho. He looked at the time as well.

“Yeah... I guess you should go.” He let out a sigh. “Hmmm, but I don’t want you to.” He whined, engulfing me in a giant hug. He even wrapped his legs around me, making me laugh.

“I can’t breath.” I said, into his chest. He let go of me just a little so I wouldn’t suffocate. “Just tell her not to come home. Tell her you have a hot tinder date and you need the house.” I say, holding onto him now.

“She would ask too much about what that hot tinder date was like. And I’d just describe you, and we’d get caught.” He sighed.

“Okay, so come to my place instead.” I said, pouting.

“I wish I could.” He sighed. We sat there for a little while longer, until Avia texted Suho saying that she was almost home.

“That’s my queue.” I say, tapping his back lightly. He whined some more, but got up and helped me up as well. We walked to the door, and I gathered my things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I say.

He looked at me for a second, before kissing my lips passionately. I dropped my shoes and my bag and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back immediately. I almost forgot Avia was so close to home, but as soon as I remembered, I pulled away from him.

“It’s your fault for making us keep this a secret.” I say, giving him another kiss, and then another one and then one more.

“Goodbye.” He said, as I turned to leave.

“Goodbye, Suho.” I say, laughing a little.

“I love you.” He called out to me.

“I love you too.” I laugh, as I walked down the hall.

As soon as I got home, Suho texted me with news that Kyungsoo and Avia were going on a trip to Paris for some work related things? They were going to be gone for three months, so we had his place to ourselves, and we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.

Since she was going to be gone for almost three months, I practically moved back in with Suho. Most of my stuff was there, The pictures of us were hung back up, and I basically never left his apartment, unless it was to go to work or go out with Baekhyun and Lay. I felt bad because I couldn’t tell them Suho and I were back together, since they couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives.

Me and Suho were planning on going on a date tonight, since he, for once, didn’t have work. It was about time for us to leave. I looked in the hallway mirror to put on my earrings before we left. Suho came up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You look so good.” He said, checking me out in the mirror. I smiled at him, and finished putting on my last earring. I turned to him, and gave him a kiss. “You sure you wanna go out tonight? We could just stay home, and watch a few movies, and you know.” He said, pulling me closer, if that’s possible.

“We haven’t been out in a while. It’ll be good to get some fresh air. Plus, you aren’t getting it that easy tonight.” I say, laughing a bit. He pouted and unwrapped his arms from me, taking my hand now instead.

“Alright. Let’s go then.” He said, acting all whiny, which I found very amusing.

We left the penthouse, and got into Suho’s car, driving off to the restaurant he had picked. It was a new restaurant in town and very fancy. Apparently, Suho’s bank was the one who gave the loan to the owner, so he could start up the place. It was doing really well, there were tons of people and a long line to wait in. Thank god Suho has connections, because we would’ve waited for a whole two hours, but since Suho’s bank gave the loan, the owner made sure there was always a table open for him.

“This place is amazing.” I say, looking around at all the people and decorations inside.

“Well, my bank did give them the loan. We don’t just give out loans to anyone.” Suho said, smiling to himself.

“God, I love dating the most powerful man in Korea.” I say, swooning over him.

“I love dating the most beautiful woman in the world.” He said. I rolled my eyes at how cheesy it was, but enjoyed it more than anything.

We ordered our food and ate, and after, we went on a walk to work off everything all that food.

“Oh, there’s an ice cream truck. You want some?” Suho asked, spotting the truck easily.

“We just ate.” I laughed. He just shrugged.

“We didn’t have dessert.” He said, chuckling.

“Ice cream it is then.” I say.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, kissing the top of my head before going to the ice cream truck. I waited for him in that same spot, and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and saw Sehun standing behind me.

“Oh my god, can’t you take a hint?” I said, rolling my eyes, not wanting to see him at all.

“Stop acting like you don’t want to see me, because I know you do.” He said, putting his hands in his pocket.

“No, Sehun, I don’t want to see you. Are you insane? When I tell you to leave me alone, I mean leave me alone.” I say, crossing my arms.

He looked me up and down, and I felt super self conscious. I pulled my dress up a little, and wrapped my jacket around me so my cleavage wasn’t showing as much.

“Sehun, just please leave. I’m with someone now and I don’t need you ruining things again.” I said.

“Why’s he here?” Suho asked from behind me. He put his arm over my shoulder and handed me my ice cream. He took a bite of his, and stared Sehun down. Sehun scoffed.

“You’re with someone now, huh? You can’t tell me you actually got back together with him.” Sehun said, glaring at Suho.

“I did, and we’re happy together again, so just go.” I say, not wanting a fight to break out between the two.

“It’s in your best interest to leave.” Suho said, scrunching his eyebrows at Sehun.

“Have you forgotten what me and her did? Obviously, I proved that I was much better than you at having sex.” Sehun started. I felt Suho’s grip tighten.

“You’re gonna want to stop now.” Suho said through gritted teeth.

“The way she screamed my name instead of yours that night. It seems like I was the one she was in love with this whole time.” Sehun continued. Suho handed me his ice cream.

“Sehun, Stop.” I warned.

“I think the words you used was: Sehun, keep going.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I could have you all to myself if Suho wasn’t-“ Sehun started again, but Suho punched him in the face.

“Oh my god.” I said, dropping the ice cream, and grabbing Suho’s arm. “Let’s just go, He isn’t worth it.” I say, making Suho look at me. He looked angry. It was the same look he had on our wedding day.

“You’re whole relationship isn’t worth it. You should’ve just let her be with me.” Sehun continued to provoke Suho.

Suho turned back to Sehun, and yanked his arm out of my grasp and attacked Sehun again. This time Sehun fought back, getting some good hits in that was definitely going to leave bruises.

“Stop!” I yelled, trying to pull the two boys off each other but they were way too strong for me, and now they were drawing in a crowd. Suho pushes Sehun to the ground, and started punching him over and over again. I did everything I could to stop them but it was no use. “Please!” I cried out, not knowing what else to do.

There were police sirens and blue lights flashing towards us. A few cop cars stopped right beside us, and the cops got out and pulled Suho and Sehun away from each other. Suho was still trying to get to Sehun, but there were several cops holding him back. They bent both Suho and Sehun over the cop car and handcuffed them both.

“Wait. This is a mistake. What are you doing?” I asked the police, trying to talk them out of taking Suho.

“Ma’am, step back.” One of the policemen say to me. I did as I was told and watched Suho get arrested.

“If you ever come near her again, I swear I’ll kill you.” Suho threatened Sehun.

“Alright buddy, that’s enough.” The police said, putting Suho in the back of the car.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself. I didn’t know what to do, I was panicking. The cops drove off but one stayed behind.

“I’m assuming he was your boyfriend? Here’s where he’ll be. You can talk to the front desk about bailing him out.” He said, handing me a piece of paper with the address on it.

“Thank you.” I say, bowing to him. He left and I went back to Suho’s car and drove it to the police station where they were holding him.

I talked to the lady at the front desk about Suho’s charges and how much bail would be. It was 2,000 dollars, so thank god I had Suho’s card with me.

“You’ll be able to pick him up tomorrow morning.” She said.

“Tomorrow morning!? That’s a little late. I paid the bail, let him out now.” I say.

“I’m sorry, but he needs to at least stay here for one full day, no matter if you pay the bail. If you didn’t pay it, he’d have to go to trial and get a sentence.” She explained. (I don’t know how this stuff works).

I sighed, and sat down in one of the chairs. I wasn’t going to leave without him. I fell asleep in the chair, and was later woken up by one of the security guards the next morning.

“Your boyfriend is ready for you. He’s outside.” He informed me. I stretched, popping a few bones, and went outside where Suho was.

“Oh thank god.” I say, hugging him tightly. “What the hell is wrong with you? I told you he wasn’t worth it.” I say, examining his face.

“He just made me so angry. The things he said about you I.... I just couldn’t hold it in. I guess it was built up anger from before.” He said.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” I say, starting to cry.

“It’s not your fault. I could’ve ignored him but I decided to beat him up and get sent to jail for it.” He let out a sigh. “Now it’s all over social media. My reputation could suffer from this, but if it means he won’t mess with you again, it was worth it.” He said, wiping away one of my tears.

“No, it’s not worth it. You spent years building your credibility, now it’s going to be ruined because of me.” I say, sniffling.

“No, it’s not. It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” He said, kissing my forehead. “I was kind of hoping you would tell me how hot I looked while beating Sehun up.” He said. I laughed at this, still crying.

“It was pretty hot.” I say, wiping away the last of the tears.

“I’m glad you think so.” He said intertwining his fingers with mine and leading me to the car.

Once we got to Suho’ apartment, I sat him down on the couch, and went to the kitchen to get some ice for his bruises. As I got it, I could hear him talk on the phone.

“I’m assuming you’ve seen the news about the fight...” He sighed. “I was hoping you wouldn’t see it. You need to be enjoying your time in Paris, not worrying about me.”

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, coming in the room. Suho put his finger to his lips, indicating for me to be quiet.

"What was that?" Avia asked, over speaker phone.

“...What was what?” Suho asked, making a face.

"I heard another voice"

“I think you’re just hearing things. I’m home alone. I have the tv on, it could’ve been that you were hearing?” He suggested.

"Yeah right, if you're hooking up with someone you're allowed to tell me.” She said, not convinced.

Hot tinder date. I mouthed to Suho, but he just rolled his eyes. “It was really no one.” He said.

"Ugh whatever just please stay out of trouble"

“Yes, mom.”

"Don't take that tone with me," She teased.

Suho laughed. “Have fun in Paris. Don’t worry about me too much, Okay?”

"I'll try." She sighed.

“I love you.” Suho said, before hanging up the phone and letting out a sigh.

“Why didn’t you go with the hot tinder date plan?” I asked, pouting a little.

“I’m not saying I have a hot tinder date.” He laughed.

“So, how’s her time in Paris?” I asked, over exaggerating the word Paris, because, honestly, I didn’t care.

“Not sure. She didn’t really talk about it much. She was too worried about me getting into a fight and going to jail.” He sighed.

“I’m still really sorry about that.” I apologize again. I truly was sorry, I felt really bad about it.

“I told you, it’s not your fault there’s no need to apologize.” He said, pulling me into a hug that turned into a cuddle on the couch.

“Seeing you fight was pretty hot though. I’ve never seen you act like that.” I say, looking up at him. He smirked.

“Was it? Maybe I should fight more often.” He said.

Suho’s father called him, almost as soon as he hung up the phone. He looked at the screen for a second, debating whether he should answer or not. I shook my head no, telling him not to answer the phone, but he let out a sigh, mentally preparing himself and hit the answer button.

“Hello?” He answered, timidly.

“KIM JUNMYEON! Getting into fights!? Going to JAIL!? What the actual hell do you think you’re doing!? You’re putting our name in the garbage!” His father yelled over the phone.

“.. I know, dad, I’m sorry. It didn’t mean to happen.” Suho said.

I felt bad that he was getting yelled at by his dad. Suho’s dad was honestly extremely intimidating and scary. Even Suho was slightly intimidated by his father.

“What has gotten into you? You need to shape up, and get back to business mode, or I’m gonna have to get your brother to replace you.” His dad said.

“Yes sir.” Suho said, looking at the ground.

“If I see one more piece of bad news from you, I swear I’ll replace you.” His dad said, before hanging up.

Suho threw the phone on the table, and put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. I scooted closer to him, and rubbed his back.

“Are you okay?” I asked. He sighed and looked up at me.

“He said that he would replace me with my brother if I messed up again.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“He won’t do that. For starters, you’re way more business savvy than your brother, and your brother also has that elementary school he owns. You know he wouldn’t leave that to work at the bank.” I said, trying to be reassuring.

“My dad hates the fact that my brother owns that school. He’d much rather have him working at the bank. If he got the chance, he would definitely replace me with my brother.” Suho said, with worry.

“No, he won’t. You’ll be fine, I promise.” I said, pulling him into a hug. He let out a long sigh, and pulled away.

“I should do some work.” He said, getting his laptop from the coffee table.

“Work? Suho, you need to rest. You spent the night in jail, I’m sure you didn’t get much sleep, and your face is all bruised...” I said, closing the laptop and moving it away from him. “For one day, just rest.” I pleaded. This was basically our everyday argument. “You could use it.” I said.

“Fine, but tomorrow I’m going right to work.” He said. I nodded in agreement. Anything to get him to rest today.

~~~

About a month passed, and nothing really happened. Sehun hadn’t tried to talk me again or anything. Kai has tried to ruin Suho’s reputation more, but Suho’s too smart for him, and was always a step ahead. I’m pretty sure Kai is still trying though.

Mine and Suho’s relationship was stronger than ever. He would even come home on time almost every night to be with me. Which, I felt a little bad about since work was always so important to him, but I was also extremely happy, because now I’m seeing him more.

Tonight was one of those nights when he came home early. We had dinner, and right after dinner we started making out on the couch, and obviously things started to get heated, so we moved to the bed room.

Dead ass in the middle of us having sex, I hear the front door open and close.

“Suho, stop.” I said, tapping his back.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” He asked, propping himself up more, so he could look at me.

“Did you hear that?” I ask, going silent to listen. All we could hear was our heavy breathing.

“No.” He said.

He started going back at it, but stopped when we heard another sound coming from the living room.

“I’ll go check it out. I swear to god if someone just broke into this house.” He said, getting out of the bed, and just pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He said, grabbing a bat that he kept in his room for god knows why. I let out a sigh as he left the room, and put on one of his shirts.

~Third Person P.O.V~~

Suho walked down the stairs carefully, and stopped when he heard the refrigerator door open and close. When he made his way to the kitchen, Avia walked out, and he hid his bat behind his back.

“Avia! Hey. You scared me, I thought someone broke into my house.” He said, putting his hand on his heart.

“Suho, sorry I didn’t know you were home.” She says, looking at the clock. “You’re home really early, I was hoping to surprise you when you got here.” She pouted a little.

“Yeah, I um... Finished up at work earlier than I thought I would today so I just came home.” He said. Avia paused for a minute and examined what Suho was wearing.

“Okay, one, where’s the rest of your clothes? And two, why are you so sweaty?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him for being so out of character.

“I was.... Working out.” He said.

“Working out?” She asked, not believing it.

“Yeah. Since I got home early I thought it would be a nice change to actually use the fitness room, so.” He said, nodding to himself.

“Mhm.” She says, still a little suspicious. “Anyways. I have so much to tell you about this Paris trip. We got a two week break, so I decided to come surprise my best friend and see how he was doing.” Avia says, leading him upstairs. “So, I think we should do what we used to, pop some popcorn, put on some random movie, and not watch it so I can tell you everything about Paris.” She said, stopping at his door, and reaching to open it.

“Woah, there.” He said, stopping her. “We can’t go in there.” He said.

“Why not?” She asked, confused.

“It’s a... it’s a mess in there. Like it’s bad.” He said.

“It’s always a mess in there.” She rolls her eyes, starting to open the door again, but he closed it.

“No, I’m serious like. It’s a mess.” He said. “We can talk in the living room. You go, start popping the popcorn and I’ll ... put on more clothes.” He said, making her go back downstairs.

~~Your P.O.V~~

Suho finally came back in the room, and started putting on different clothes. I looked at him, confused but he started talking before I could ask what was going on.

“Avia’s here.” He whispered.

“What?!” I whisper/yelled.

“Yeah. She’s going to be here for the next two weeks, because she’s on break or something, and now she wants to talk about her trip in the living room.” He said, throwing on a T-shirt. “I’m taking my phone with me so I can text you. I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was gonna be here.” He said.

“It’s okay, really.” I said, for his sake really. I’m actually kinda really disappointed that we couldn’t finish what we were doing though.

“Just stay here, and try not to make much noise.” He said, giving me a kiss before leaving.

As Suho went back downstairs he started to take down the photos of him and me that were now hanging back on the wall, and threw them in the closet to make sure Avia didn’t see him. After he did that, he joined her on the couch.

After a few hours, Suho texted me, telling me Avia fell asleep, but she was on his lap, and he didn’t know what to do. After about ten more minutes, he finally came back in the room.

“She’s in her bedroom now.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“I guess this means I have to leave now?” I asked, a bit disappointed about it.

“It’s probably what’s best, we don’t want another fight to break out again if she sees you.” He said, putting his hands on his hips. I sigh and get up.

“I guess I’ll leave then, since I’m not wanted.” I said, over exaggerating just about everything I did.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Suho asked, watching as I put my clothes back on.

“Of course.” I say, smiling.

“Good, then see you tomorrow.” He smiled, giving me a kiss, before I leave the house.

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astrolutleyinlove · 5 years

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Runaway (2)

Short Mafia AU Series

Pairing: SuhoxReader

Warning: Violence, strong language, possible other harsh topics

Word Count: 1267

Summary: Y/N used to be in a mafia group. Keyword used to. She left and started a new life across the sea. But when the leader, Suho, finds her only to ask for her assistance she is hesitant to accept it, especially after she learns what it is that Suho needs.

Part 1, Part 2

Y/N never hesitated on pulling a trigger, no matter the target. Whether it was someone she had worked on tracking down, someone in the way, or ever an innocent bystander just to prove a point. She was known on being relatively non-sentimental when it came to her work ethic; it was one reason that Suho had recruited her early on from their first meeting. It made her mad when her finger wouldn’t pull the trigger this one time. As much as she willed it, forced it, to pull, it never did. “Put that silly thing down,” Suho said as he walked around the apartment, examining different picture frames set around the living room. “We both know you won’t hurt me.” There was a teasing in his voice that only made the woman want to do it even more, but nothing. Part of her knew he was right, she couldn’t hurt him. She couldn’t hurt the person she had the most loyalty with, even with all that had happened. Her brain felt programmed to be loyal to the man that saved her. Eventually, she gave up, lowering the weapon and setting it down with a defeated sigh. “How’d you find me?” She asked, moving to the kitchen and leaned against the cabinets. She watched Suho settle down at the table she had been at minutes prior, he would have looked normal to any other person, but Y/N knew who he really was, a murderer. She couldn’t say anything though, she herself was one too. Working in the mafia easily gains you that title as long as you can stomach it. The man looked Y/N up and down before leaning onto the table and set his chin into the palm of one hand. “Do you know how hard it was? How many men I had to hire to find you? Hell, I almost had to recruit another faction just for you.” It confused the woman how he didn’t seem mad, it was as if she didn’t just run from her previous life in the mafia and this was just a simple house call. “Why’d you leave?”

To her the answer was obvious, being in the mafia wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. Even if you had been in a relationship with the boss of one of the most powerful groups. “I lost interest.” She replied simply. It was not a lie technically, the idea of being used as a pawn at parties because of her body never interested her, but she liked making Suho happy, and she was scared to defy him. Sure, she was given other missions that didn’t involve almost having to sleep with a random man to get information, she was excellent at tracking people down, but being the most trusted, and only, female in the group definitely made it happen too many times to count. A scoff escaped Suhos lips and his eyes rolled, “You just lost interest? Someone can lose interest in dancing. You don’t just lose it in our type of business. Do you even know the repercussions of just up and leaving?” This time it was her time to scoff. “What are you going to do?” She questioned. “Kill me? You know you could never do that.” She raised an eyebrow at him as if she had won. “Listen I didn’t come to argue with you.” Suho stood up and went to stand next to the woman, placing a hand on her arm. The small motion felt familiarly intimate, Y/N hadn’t felt it in so long. She almost missed it. “We need you.” The three words made Y/N roll her eyes and took a step away from the man, the feeling was gone instantly. l “I’m not going back Suho. If this whole finding me was only to get me to come back, you can leave.” As she moved to walk away a strong grip latched onto her arm and forcefully turned her back, bringing her face to face, noses almost touching, to Suho. His eyes held a certain sadness that Y/N had never seen before. She never remembered him being upset about anything, it was strange. “Please.” His voice was almost not even audible, “I need your help.” If she wasn’t shocked at the emotion before she was not. Suho never said he needed anything. It was always we, as in the entire group. He was acting strange and Y/N knew there was a reason behind it. “What do you need me for?” She asked, brushing off his hand and taking a step back once more and folded her arms. Suhos eyes wouldn’t meet hers as he tried to come out with her reasoning. “A rival kidnapped someone close to us, we, I, really need your help to find them.” At his words Y/N’s mind instantly went to one of the members of Suho’s group, she thought of most of them as brothers throughout her time with them so the idea one of the was in danger alerted attention to the woman and she instantly was ready to fight. “Who?” She was already moving to her bedroom in order to get clothes ready to leave. Just as she opened her closet Suho appeared in her doorway. “Ji-woo.” He replied. Y/N dropped her arms and closed the closet doors before turning to face him. “Who the fuck is Ji-woo?” She had never heard of anyone named Ji-woo before and all panic that was in her brain disappeared. “You had me worried it was something important. I thought it would be Chanyeol, his lankiness always got him in trouble.” The clothes that were in Y/N’s hands were thrown onto her bed as she threw herself on it. “She’s my fiancé.” Another set of three words that caught her attention made her sit back up. “Excuse me?” Did she hear right? Fiancé? How long had the woman be gone, she didn’t think it was long enough for Suho to meet someone else let alone get engaged. Her words became dark as she finally processed the situation “I’m not helping you find her.” Sure, she seemed petty, but after 3 years of being in a relationship with the man he never talked about marriage, he always told her that he didn’t want to put her in a situation that could be taken advantage of. Super surprising that his fiancé got abducted. Suho didn’t take her rejection lightly. “Y/N, this isn’t the time to act like a child. A woman that I love has her life on the line.” “Maybe you should have protected her better.” Suho didn’t take these words lightly, pulling a knife out of his pocket and lunging at Y/N, and with no time to move she was trapped in the corner of the bedroom, locked by one arm pressed against her and the other holding a knife to her neck. “You should know to choose your words smarter by now, Y/N.” He growled. She could have sworn she could see flames flickering behind his eyes as he dug the knife further into her skin, drawing blood and letting it slide down her neck. “And you should know better than put someone in this position.” She spat back while bringing her knee up to his crotch. He collapsed momentarily, giving her just enough time run out of the room and reach the gun she had been holding previously. She held it up to the man as he stumbled out of the bedroom and into the hallway. “Leave.” He only shot a grin at her, “You know how this works. I always get what I want.”

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Love Is Complicated (SuhoxReader) Pt. 1

(Summary: Suho owns the largest bank in South Korea, and you are his fiance. A lot of unloyalness, and heartbreak happens in this series.)

(I’m bad at Summaries.)

(This was also written before Suho’s drama Rich Man came out, and I’m convinced someone tapped my phone, and sold the concept to a tv company.)

(Also, a bunch of bull shit happens in the beginning, but it gets better, I swear.)

(Also also, the timeline in this whole story is just fucked, so)

Pt. 2

I walked in the tall building that Suho worked in. He was the CEO of a large bank firm, and wasn't ever home, so I visited the place often. When I walked in, everyone stood up and bowed to me, welcoming me into the building.

"You guys really don't have to do this every time I come in." I say, looking at all of them.

"You're engaged to our boss, of course we have to." Lay smiled at me.

I decided to drop the subject, seeing as to how they were just going to continue bowing even when I ask them not to.

"Speaking of, where is Suho?" I asked.

"He should be in his office. Would you like me to call him out for you?" Sehun asked, already picking up the desk phone.

"That's fine, I'll just go in. Thank you though." I smile, and head into Suho's office.

He was talking on the phone, looking stressed about the phone call. He was staring out one of the many large windows in his office, and holding the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"No, we need those by tomorrow, we can't get them in later.... No... Do you want to be fired!? Get your ass there as quick as possible...! You’re so dumb, I’ll be there soon." Suho yelled into the phone, angrily hanging up. I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, and watched him.

"Long day I see." I say, making him turn to face me.

"Oh, hey, babe. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in." He said, walking to the front of his desk, and leaned on it.

"I came to see if you were still down for lunch today." I said, hopeful, but pretty much knowing that he was gonna be busy again.

"I'm sorry, I have to go pick up this delivery today. It's important." Suho said, giving me a sad look.

"No, it's fine. You're busy, I understand." I say, standing up now.

"I'll be home in time for dinner though, we can catch up then." He said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I was going to say something else, but his phone rang, and he answered it. As he talked to the phone and started raising his voice at the person on the other side, I let myself out of the room, and sighed.

"No lunch again today?" Sehun asked, as I walked out of Suho's office. I shook my head, and sighed.

"It's fine though, he needs to do his job." I say, making up an excuse for him, even though I was still really disappointed.

"I'm about to go on my break, if you want to get lunch still." He offered.

I thought about it for a second, but decided to go with him. I didn't really feel like going home and sitting by myself as I waited for Suho to get off.

"Sure." I say, with a smile.

Sehun got up from his desk, and clocked off for his break. We went downstairs to his car, and drove off to the nearest restaurant.

"Don't you ever get mad at Suho for not making lunches like ever?" Sehun asked, as we sat at our table.

"I mean, sometimes. But it's hard to blame him. Were we closer when he was just the son of the CEO? Yes. Do I miss that? Yes. But, this is really good for him." I said, playing with my food.

"You need to stop making excuses for him." Sehun said.

"I'm not. I love him, and I mean, let's be real, the sex is amazing." I whispered.

"Didn't need to know that." He said, taking a sip of his water.

"Sorry, but it's amazing." I said.

"But he's rarely home, so you wouldn't really be able to... Do it often." He brought up.

"I mean, it has been a while. But when he is home.." I trailed off.

"Okay." He said, covering his ears.

~~~

Sehun and I started heading back to the building after we ate. The car ride was a little quiet, until he spoke up.

"I bet I'm better." He said a little under his breath.

"What?" I asked, not really catching what he said.

"I said, I bet I'm better." He repeated, more audible this time.

"Better at what?" I asked.

"Sex. I bet I'm better at it than Suho is. You see, I am a dancer on the side, so I have some moves." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I didn't think it was a competition." I say, laughing a bit.

"I could show you if you want." He said, not looking away from the road. I thought he was joking, but it didn't seem like it.

"Sehun, I'm engaged to your boss." I said. He shrugged.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." He said simply. "I mean, you said it's been a while. I could just fill that void." He said.

I should probably be really offended right now, and slap him or something, but he was right.

"Okay." I accepted.

He looked at me with a surprised look on his face, and quickly pulled over somewhere, getting out of the view of others and we ya know *wink wink* *nudge nudge* (I’m keeping that in. You get it.)

~~~

Sehun and I got back to the building after our little rendezvous. By the time I got back, Suho was packing up to get ready to leave.

"Bye boss, see you tomorrow." Lay bowed to him. Sehun bowed to him as well, once he passed him.

"Hey babe. What're you still doing here?" He asked, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I kinda felt dirty, but that’s definitely how I should feel.

"Just waiting on you." I said, smiling.

"Let's go then." He said, smiling and taking my hand. Suho and I got in his car, and he started driving in the direction of our home.

"I think Kai found out that I took my fathers position." Suho mentioned.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"I just have a strong feeling." Suho said. "That, and I got a call from Avia that Kai had a meeting about it today."

~~Avia’s P.O.V~~

I worked as a secretary in Shinhan Bank for a few years. Today I had an interview. I was very interested in business, and I was very good at it but no one usually gave me the time of day. I was confident in my abilities, but I knew what I would have to do to get this job. I kept my clothes pretty tight and short. I had been recommended by one of the higher up executives for this position. The interview was with Xuimin who was very high up in the company. I was excited because this could be my ticket to success. I was ushered into Xuimin's office. He looked stressed and generally like he didn't want to be there. This interview was just another secretary job, but it was close enough that it would be easy to climb the ranks in the rest of this company.

"What makes you different from all the other people who want this job?" He asks, leaning on his desk and resting his chin on his hands.

"Well I for starters I'm smart, I have a background in business. I used to work at an ac-"

he cut me off.

"Please, you're going to be a secretary. You have to type and get coffee." Xuimin laughed. I sighed.

"Well I can make it worth your while.” I say, leaning over and touching his hand.

He gave me a look and nodded. I sat back in the chair and smirked.

~~~

As secretary, I usually just sat in on meetings to take phone calls, and write down everything they said, so they could reference it later. I mostly just drew pictures, and wrote down my own ideas. Xuimin was finally beginning to like me, and so were other higher up executives.

One day I was sitting in on a meeting, when there was a huge drop in our stocks.

"Shit, not again." Kai says, hitting the table.

"Calm down, boss. It’s only a couple points. It'll be back up by the end of the day." Xuimin says, fiddling with his pen.

"No it won't, The Bank of Korea has been destroying our companies worth for years, but it's been especially bad recently." Chanyeol explains.

"Well that's because recently, they got a new CEO, Suho, he is the previous CEO's son." Xuimin said.

"Why didn't anyone tell me about this!?" Kai exclaimed.

"None of us knew about it until recently. The switch was very secretive." Chanyeol said.

"I knew about it months ago." I mumbled.

"What? how?" Xuimin asked.

"Me and Suho are good friends, we went to school together, so him and his father invited me to this dinner where they announced it." I explain.

"This is perfect, now you can tell us all of their ideas." Chanyeol says.

"First off we don't discuss much business together, and second you want me to betray my best friend?" I ask, confused.

"Yes." Xuimin said, plainly.

"Well no it’s not happening." I say.

Kai groaned, and rubbed his forehead.

“Something needs to be done. His bank is going to ruin ours. Especially since he’s more of a hard worker than his father is.” Kai sighed.

“We could hire someone to take care of him.” Xiumin suggested.

“Excuse me?” I said, raising my eyebrows, but everyone ignored me.

“We shouldn’t do anything that could get us arrested...” Kai said, in thought.

“You shouldn’t do anything, just let him be, and work harder than him.” I suggest.

Everyone scoffed.

“Go get us coffee.” Kai ordered.

I rolled my eyes, but got up to leave.

~~Your P.O.V~~

I was sitting on the couch, when Suho came in, looking extremely stressed.

"I just got off the phone with Avia." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Kai is definitely planning on doing something." He asked.

"Really? What did he say?"

"Apparently, Kai wants to do something about me. Avia said she didn't know what it was though." He said, sitting in the couch with me now.

"So don't go to work for the next few days then. It could be too dangerous for you to go in." I say, genuinely worried for his safety.

"I can't just skip out on work for a few days. Literally nothing would get done." He said.

"Suho, it’s way too risky." I say.

"Maybe that's what he wants. Maybe, it's a mind game he's trying to play with me. He's pretending to plan something dangerous, to scare me into not going to work so nothing gets done, and my bank falls to the ground." Suho said, scrunching his eyebrows in thought.

"You sound insane." I say, giving him a look.

"You're right. He wouldn't think of that." Suho said, shaking his head.

"Just take at least one day off. You need the rest anyways. I'm sure one day won't hurt anyone." I tried to convince him. He looked at me for a second, and thought.

"I guess you're right." He sighed.

~~~

Suho ended up going to work anyways. I was very paranoid about him, so I decided to go to work with him to make sure nothing would happen. What I would do about it, I don't know. Call 911 maybe?

Sehun winked at me when I passed his desk. All though, I do have to admit that I enjoyed what we did, I can't say I'm happy about it.

"You can just sit in my office if you want." Suho said.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, it’s fine. I enjoy having the hottest girl in this whole building in my office." He said, smiling at me.

He began working, and after about an hour or two, the worry in me just grew more and more.

"Suho, can't we just go home? We can cuddle on the couch, and watch parks and rec or a music bank. Kai could have someone after you right now." I said, worried out of my mind.

"No one’s getting in this building without a pass. There are high level security downstairs, and cameras everywhere, they won't even be able to make it to my office." He said, focusing on his computer. He had his glasses on, which made him look really hot, and his eyebrows were furrowed, which made him look even more hot. "Being home right now sounds really nice, but, I have a ton of work to do that needs to get done, or my father will be on my ass about it." Suho said, glancing at me, and then focusing on his computer again. "I can see him yelling now. 'Kim Junmyeon, you have got to pay more attention to the company! I didn't pass it down to you for it to fall to the ground!'" Suho mimicked his dad. I laughed a little because it was accurate.

"He's a pain in the ass." I say, leaning back in the chair more.

"I know he is. We just have to deal with it." He said, sighing.

~~~

The day went by, and nothing really happened. We've been in this office literally all day, Suho hasn't left once, not even for the bathroom.

I admired how much he works, it's nice to have someone so passionate about something, but I think he's overworking himself lately. I can't help but stare at him in admiration and worry.

"You should take a break." I say.

"No time. I have an hour left before we close, and I need to get this report sent out." He said, continuing typing on his computer.

"Just stand up for a second at least. It's not healthy to sit down all day." I try to convince him. He let out a sigh, and stood up, but continued to type. "Seriously?" I asked.

"I told you, it needs to get done... I may have to stay a little later. You can go ahead and go home if you want, it's pretty late, I don't want to keep you here." He said, looking up at me.

"I don't mind." I shook my head.

"I know you're worried, but really, I'll be fine." He said, coming over to where I was sitting, and bending down to be eye level with me.

"I'm staying here, and there's nothing you can do about it." I say, holding his face.

~~~

Suho and I stayed at work, two hours after the bank closed, but thankfully went home.

"You can always work for me if that's what you want." Suho was talking to Avia on the phone.

I sat down with him on the couch, and watched him as he talked. It was really late, but he was still in his suit, and had his laptop out to work. Me on the other hand, I had on one of his shirts, and some shorts and fuzzy socks on with a glass of red wine in my hand.

"The pay would be a lot more than whatever Kai gave you." He said. He looked over at me, and I mouthed 'let's go to bed' to him. If I had to sleep alone for one more night, I was gonna scream. "Yeah.... I understand." He continued his conversation with her, and then mouthed 'in a second' to me as he listened to what she said.

I pouted and took a sip of my wine. And continued to watch him as he talked on the phone. I started tapping his arm with my foot, to annoy him enough for him to hang up the phone. He let out a sigh, and rolled his eyes a bit.

"Avia, I gotta go. But if there's anything you need, just let me know, and the job offer still stands." He said, before hanging up the phone. "Do you mind?" He asked me, putting his phone on the coffee table.

"Give me attention." I whined, setting my glass down too.

"I have to work." He said.

"You always have to work." I pouted. I stood up from the couch and crouched down in front of him.

"You work enough, honestly. I know you're tired, so let's go to bed." I pleaded with him. "Or we could just make out for a while." I say.

"Good idea." He laughed, and sat his computer aside. I smiled, and got up to straddle his lap, crashing my lips down on his.

We made out for a little bit, and after a while, it got pretty heated, but he stopped, and sighed.

“I really need to get back to work.” He said, making me pout again. I got off his lap, and he started working on his laptop again. I down my glass of wine, and leaned my head on his shoulder, falling asleep.

~~~

I woke up to the loud sound of my alarm clock. It was 5 am. I sat up to get out of bed, that I’m guessing Suho put me in last night. He wasn’t in bed, which was normal. I just assumed he went to work early. I got up to get ready, and about an hour later, I get a call from Suho’s bank.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hi, is this (Y/N)?” His secretary asked.

“Yes, is something wrong?” I asked. His bank never called me, unless something was extremely wrong.

“I don’t think it’s anything to worry about, but Mr. Kim hasn’t come to work this morning, and he’s normally here before anyone else... I was just wondering if he was still at home?” She asked. This made me a little worried. If Kai did anything to him, I swear to god, I will kick his ass myself.

“No, he isn’t home... Have you tried calling him?” I asked.

“A few times, yes. There was no answer.” She said, sighing. “Sehun, Lay, and Baekhyun left a few minutes ago to find him, just in case.” She informed me.

“Okay, I’m sure he’s fine. Keep me posted please.” I say, running my fingers through my hair.

“Will do.” The secretary said, before hanging up the phone.

I let out another sigh, and dialed Avia’s number, to ask if she’s heard from him. Of course she hasn’t, but she said she would come over, and not but twenty minutes later, she did.

“Have you heard anything?” She asked. I shook my head, to panicked to really answer. “Don’t worry, you said the boys were looking for him, I’m sure they’ll find him.” She said, comfortingly.

Not but two seconds after she said that, there was a loud knock at the door. I went over to look through the peephole, and saw it was Lay, Baekhyun, Sehun and a beaten up Suho.

“Oh my god.” I say, opening the door quickly.

The boys ran in. Lay and Sehun held Suho up, and laid him on the couch.

“What the hell happened?” Avia asked.

“We found him in an alleyway, getting jumped.” Lay answered, breathing heavily from carrying Suho.

“What!?” I exclaimed, going to Suho to check him. He was passed out, and his face was bloody and bruised.

“Don’t worry, the guys got arrested.” Baekhyun reassured me.

“Why would they do something like this?” I asked, crying at this point.

“My guess, this was Kai. He’s been planning something for the past few days, and this was most likely it.” Avia said, after a second of thought.

Suho was slipping in and out of consciousness as we spoke.

“Should we stay here? What if Kai hires more people?" I asked. Our apartment wasn’t really private to the public, so I wouldn’t doubt that Kai knew where we were.

"I’m sure it’ll be fine. He won’t send someone twice.” Baekhyun said, reassuringly.

“Shouldn’t we at least take him to the hospital?” I asked, worried out of my mind.

“Are you kidding? Suho would kill us if we took him so a hospital.” Baekhyun said.

He was right, Suho hated hospitals. He would miss work, his dad would find out, and yell at him. It would be a whole mess.

“One of us will stay, just in case.” Lay suggested.

“Thank you guys, I really appreciate it." I say, running my fingers through Suho's hair. "I swear to god, if Kai does anything like this again, I'll kill him." I say, looking up at everyone.

"I’m right there with you, who’s gonna pay us now?" Baekhyun asked, trying to make light of the situation.

"Well, I'll stay. We need Baekhyun and Lay to stay at the building because of their positions and no offense, but I don't think they could take Kai’s guys." Sehun volunteered, looking at the two boys.

“Hey...” Lay and Baekhyun said, offended.

"Sehun, I don't think that's a good idea." I say.

"Why not?" Lay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well... I think will be safe here." I say, making something up.

"We'd all feel better if someone were with you." Baekhyun said.

"So, it’s settled. Sehun is staying here for the night." Lay said, sounding relieved that we had someone to watch over us.

“I’ll stay too. I won’t be much help, but I’ll feel better knowing Suho’s okay." Avia volunteered as well.

“Great. You guys be safe okay? Please call if anything happens." Lay said, before leaving the apartment, followed by Baekhyun.

"Again, thank you so much for staying.” I say, standing up, and sighing. “Could you guys help me get him in the bedroom?" I ask.

Sehun and Avia helped me bring Suho into the bedroom, with little difficulty, since the room was upstairs. Suho sleeps on the couch a lot, but considering his condition, he’d probably be comfortable in his own bed.

"Okay, it's pretty late, so if you guys want to sleep, you can. There’s a guest bedroom, and someone can sleep on the couch downstairs. Or you can share the guest room, I don’t judge.” I say.

“If you need anything, just let us know.” Avia said, leaving the room.

Sehun stayed, he was silent for a second, but he finally decided to speak up.

"Should we talk about it?" He asked. I knew he wasn’t talking about Suho getting jumped.

"No, Sehun, we shouldn't talk about it." I say, frustrated.

"Really? Because you've been really tense about it lately." He said, crossing his arms.

"I cheated on my fiancé, who I love very much. It was a moment of weakness, it was a mistake." I whisper.

"It didn't seem like much of a mistake when it was happening." He said, matter of factly.

"Sehun, I swear to god, if you tell anyone or speak of it ever again, I will ruin your life." I say, crossing my arms and pointing at him. "I love Suho, and I'm getting married to him in like a month. I don't want him finding out about this, at all." I say. "This never happened. We never went to dinner together. None of it happened. Do you hear me?" I threatened.

"Okay, I hear you." He said, raising his hands in the air.

"Good. Now go to sleep, it's late." I say, walking to the bed, and sitting next to Suho. Sehun hesitated, but left the room.

I waited for a second, but got up, and went to the bathroom, wetting a rag with warm water, and going back to Suho. I started to clean some of the blood that was pooled around his mouth, and nose, and eyebrows. He was really in bad shape.

Once I cleaned him off, I put bandaids on his cuts, since that’s the only thing I knew to do.

I took off his clothes, until he was in nothing but his underwear, and put him under the covers. He was breathing, so that made me feel better, but since he looked so bad, it just made me feel more worried. At this point though, there was really nothing I could do, but curl up next to him, and sleep.

~~~

I woke up the next morning, and saw Suho still asleep, which was weird, since he’s normally up and gone to work by now. I sat up in the bed, and rubbed my face. Suho started to stir, and his eyes opened.

"Suho. You're awake." I said, excitedly.

"Where are we?" He asked, looking around, but he grimaced in pain.

"Careful." I say, putting my hands on him so he wouldn't move. "Baekhyun, Lay, and Sehun brought you home, you’re fine now." I explain. “What the hell happened?” I asked.

"I don’t really remember, I just remember that I stopped at the coffee shop before work, and on my way back to my car, I got pulled into the alleyway by guys in all black, and that’s it." Suho said, scrunching his eyebrows in thought.

"I'm just so happy the guys found you when they did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something worse happened... You know I can't live without you." I say, kissing his head.

"Kai's gonna pay for doing this." He said, angrily.

"I'll make a revenge plan. Here's what we're going to do, we're gonna drive to his house, we're gonna set it on fire, and we're gonna watch it burn to the ground." I suggested.

"We're not gonna do that." Suho said, shaking his head.

"You're right, we won't do that." I say, giving him a look like he just said we weren't going to do it, but we really were.

"No." He said, noticing my look.

"Okay, fine, fine." I say, leaning back in the bed.

Suho slowly got up, and put on a pair of grey sweatpants, and a t-shirt. The two of us left the room, and downstairs to the kitchen, where Avia was. Chanyeol was here too, so I was assuming she invited him over, which confused me a little, since he worked with Kai, but I didn’t question it. Sehun pushed past Suho and I, and groggily sat on one of the bar stools.

"And I thought I hated the morning," Avia joked. Sehun shoved her face clumsily.

"Don't talk so loud." He whined.

"Dude, are you drunk?" Chanyeol asked.

Sehun nodded carefully before resting his head on the table.

I helped Suho sit on the last bar stool, and stood close beside him.

"Morning everyone. Thanks for staying." I look to Avia, and smile.

"No problem, anything for Suho." She said.

"Anything for Suho." Sehun mumbled.

I looked down at him and saw his drunken state.

"Why are you already drunk? It's 10 am." I scolded, filling up a glass of water for him to drink. “Why’d you even drink our alcohol?”

"Why do you care? I'm an adult, I can drink when I want. It's 5 o clock somewhere. You’re rich, you can buy more." Sehun slurred.

"Being drunk in front of your boss, classy." Suho said, half jokingly.

"That's not the only thing I'm doing in front of my boss." Sehun slurred.

"What?" Suho asked, eyebrows scrunched. Since Sehun was drunk, I was nervous as to what he might say in front of everyone.

"I have a secret, but I can't tell you because your fiancé doesn't want me to~~" Sehun said, in a sing song voice. Suho looked at me, confused.

"Babe, what is he talking about?" Suho asked.

"Probably nothing, he's drunk, he'll say anything." I said, quickly. “Could you hand me an aspirin?" I asked, looking to Avia. She nodded, and went to one of the cabinets, getting out two and gave them to Sehun. "Take them, and drink the water." I say. "It'll help with the hangover that'll come later."

He knocked the aspirin out of Avia’s hand sloppily, and looked up at me.

"I don't need your help." He said.

"This is like watching a mother scold her son. Wait until she has her own kids." Chanyeol said, nudging Suho.

"Let's hope that doesn't come for a while." Suho said, chuckling a bit.

"Sehun, take the aspirin." I say, picking up the medicine and handing it to him again. He rolled his eyes, and took the aspirin out of my hand, and swallowed it.

"I'm sure the two of you are exhausted buuuuuut now that Suho is back and getting better, this means the wedding is back on." Avia says, excitedly.

"Oh I could just die!" Chanyeol said, mocking her.

"You're literally so annoying." She said.

"You know you love me." He says, making her roll her eyes, and lean on the table. I was confused as to what this interaction was, but shrugged it off.

"Well there isn't much to do. We're leaving everything to the wedding planner," I explain.

"That's so boring though, there's no personal touch." Avia said, slumping her shoulders. "You should let me do it, I know the two of you better than anyone. And since I'm quitting at the bank, I won't have anything to do." She shrugged.

"You're quitting?" Chanyeol asked, his eyes widening.

"Yeah obviously, Kai tried to kill my best friend." She said, scrunching her eyebrows at him. She turned back to me. "And you don't have a job, so we would do it together." She suggested.

"If it doesn't stress you out too much, I say go for it. You two together would make the wedding really great." Suho said, holding my hand.

"Okay, if it's okay with you." I say, looking at Avia.

"Of course." She said, smiling.

"Good, now that that's settled, I gotta go to work." Chanyeol said, taking a bite of the eggs Avia was cooking without thinking. He immediately spit them out though.

"Those are terrible. Ew. Why? You’re a terrible cook." He said, making a disgusted face.

"Speaking of work, I need to go too. I'm already late." Suho said, starting to stand.

"You're not going to work." I protested.

"Yeah, you need to rest." Avia agreed.

"Resting isn't an option. I have an important meeting today, and I need to be there for it. Plus, I already missed yesterday." He said, carefully stretching. "Avia, will you and (Y/N) make sure the big baby gets home safe? And tell him I said thank you for staying last night." Suho said, gesturing to Sehun who was now passed out.

"Suho, please don't go to work." I pleaded. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, and smiled.

"I'll leave early, how about that? Compromised." He said. Suho left to get dressed, before we could protest more, and Chanyeol left, after hugging Avia, and waving goodbye to me. Suho left shortly after, in a hurry.

I raised my eyebrows at Avia, once the two were gone.

"Soooo what was that about?" I ask.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, dumbfounded.

I roll my eyes.

"You and Chanyeol. He's obviously into you." I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know, I just ignore him most of the time." She laughs.

Sehun shifted slightly still asleep.

"What's his damage?" She asked, changing the subject.

I shrug, and look at the ground, biting the inside of my cheek.

"What are we going to do about him? He's too heavy for us to lift." I say.

"We could just call an uber, and pay the driver extra to put him in his house." She suggested, looking down at Sehun. I filled up a cup with cold water, and poured it on him, making him wake up immediately.

"What the hell!?" He yelled, looking around to figure out who threw water on him.

"Time to go home." I said, putting the cup down. "This isn't the first time he's been drunk like this." I sigh, noticing the look Avia were giving me. "Get in the car." I say, patting his back, and getting him to stand up.

We put him in the back of my car, and drove him to his house. We helped him into his room, and put him on the bed.

"Don't do anything stupid while we're gone. Just sleep." I say. He mumbled something that we couldn't understand, and buried his face in his pillows.

"Okay now that that is done, we can get to the fun stuff, let's talk venue. And since your fiancé is one of the richest men in South Korea we literally have no limits. So where will it be? Paris? Tokyo? Milan? Colmar?" Avia suggested.

"I was just thinking South Korea, there are plenty of beautiful places here... Shouldn’t we discuss this at a better time?" I asked, seeing as we were standing in the middle of a drunk Sehun’s room. "I would like people to actually be able to attend." I laugh, disregarding the situation.

"We could just pay for their ticket to get there." She shrugs.

"I think South Korea will do just fine." I say. "Wherever it is, I want an outdoor wedding, maybe at the beach? I’ve always wanted a beach wedding." I explain.

We go to my car, and she gets out a pen and a notebook from somewhere within her purse, and start writing things down.

"What about the color scheme?" She asked.

"Well, since there it’s the ocean, I want it to be white and blue, maybe? But not like too blue, a subtle blue." I explain.

"Okay okay. And have you picked out a dress yet? What is that gonna be?" She asked.

"I don't know. I haven't looked. Suho hired a lady to make me one, my fitting is supposed to be next week." I said.

"No, you're doing this the right way. We're going to the best bridal shop I know, right now." She says, buckling her seatbelt.

"But Suho already paid the lady, and you can't get your money back." I say. Suho wasn’t one to care about money, but I was.

"We can still use her to alter the dress." She says, waving a dismissive hand.

(The first chapter is a HOT mess, but I swear it gets better, just hang in there please!)

(Also, I never know how to end chapters so... Oh well.)

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Love Is Complicated (SuhoxReader) Pt. 2

Pt. 1, Pt. 3

Months and months passed (Wow that time skip), and before we knew it, the day of the wedding had arrived. I was more than thankful to Avia for setting everything up. She’s generally a mess, but she did an amazing job with this wedding. She made sure there wasn’t a detail out of place.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, making sure everything looked perfect. My dad knocked on the door, and peeked his head in the room.

"It's time." He said, smiling brightly.

I let out a sigh of nervousness, and picked up my bouquet of flowers. My hairdresser stopped me, and fixed one curl, and put a crystal clip in my hair.

"Okay, you're good." She said, giving me a thumbs up.

Me and my dad walked to the doors that lead outside, and I took his arm. I was nervous beyond reasoning, and I was shaking a little.

"You look beautiful." My dad said, smiling and holding my hand, knowing I was nervous.

I could hear the music start, and the employees open the door. We start walking down the carpet, to the altar, and finally Suho came into view. His eyes sparkled, and his smile grew wide as I walked closer to him. When I got to him, he took my hands, and kissed my cheek.

"You look amazing." He whispered. I smiled back at him.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I said, playfully.

The priest dude guy said his thing, Suho and I said our vows, and the preacher said "If for any reason, you don't want these two to be together, speak now or forever hold your piece."

The place was silent, and he went into the I do's. Suho said his, and as soon as I opened my mouth to say mine, I was interrupted.

"Stop!" An out of breath Sehun yelled.

"No." I whispered, out of fear of why he stopped the wedding. He got to the end of the aisle, panting a little from running.

"Sehun, what are you doing?" Suho asked, confused.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this, (Y/N)." Sehun said, looking me in the eyes.

"You have to." I said, almost too quiet for anyone to hear.

"Sehun, stop this." Suho said, scrunching his eyebrows.

"I love you, and I can't see you marry someone else, I just can't. You can't tell me you didn't feel something that time we hooked up." He said, desperation in his voice.

"That was months ago, Sehun, you need to let it go. It didn't mean anything." I say, frustrated, without even thinking about all the people watching.

"What?" Suho asked, shock on his face. I turned to him, realizing what's just been revealed.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. I didn't mean-"

"You slept with him?" Suho asked in a whisper.

"Suho..." I pleaded, reaching for his hand, but he pulled away.

"You're fired. Don't even come near the building." He pointed at Sehun. "And you..." He turned to me, tears in his eyes, shaking his head. "I can't... Everyone go home. Sorry for wasting your time." He said, walking away.

I was frozen, not knowing what to do. Everyone was staring at me in shock as well. I looked at Avia for answers, but she was just as frozen and speechless. Sehun walked closer to me and started to say something, but I picked up my dress, and ran passed him after Suho, calling out his name.

I caught up to him once he got to our room. He had already walked inside, but I caught the door before it could close and lock.

"Suho, please let me explain." I said, grabbing his arm and turning him so he'd look at me.

"What is there to explain? You slept with some other guy while we were still together? It's kinda summed up don't you think?" He said. I didn't say anything. I was trying to find the right words, but they wouldn't come. "How long?" He asked. "How long were you two sleeping around?" He looked at the ground and then up at me.

"It was just one time. It meant nothing." I said, tears forming in my eyes as well.

"If it meant nothing, then why did you do it!?" He yelled, making me step back.

"... I was desperate, okay? It was the third time that week you had cancelled on me for our lunch date, you came home late every night for that whole month, and left early every morning, I never saw you. I needed to feel like someone, anyone gave two shits about me!" I yelled back.

"I told you from the beginning that I would be busy, and wouldn't be able to see you some nights, especially when I took my father’s position, you knew that." He said, aggressively.

"There's a difference between just not seeing each other, and not even giving me any attention whatsoever. I'm not just a toy that you can pick up whenever you want." I argue.

"Sure seems that way, since Sehun sure did pick you up pretty easily. Do you even love me? Was this whole thing just a game to you? What was it really? Did you just want my money?" He asked, starting to second guess everything we've ever done together.

"Of course I love you Suho, more than anything. If I just wanted your money, I wouldn't have stayed with you for eight years. I would've just taken it after one." I say, rolling my eyes.

"So you've thought about it." He said, scrunching his eyebrows at me.

"No! Of course not! I'm just thinking logically here." I took a deep, shaky breath and ran my fingers through my hair. "Suho I love you, so much. The moment I did sleep with Sehun, I regretted it. It truly didn't mean anything. If I could, I would take it all back, and never have anything to do with him. You have to believe me." I say, the tears finally falling. "Please." I say, reaching up to cup his face, but he pushed my hands away.

"I need time to think about us." He said, grabbing his bag. "You can stay in the hotel tonight, I'll pay for it. Don't bother coming home. I'll send your things here in the morning." He said, walking to the door.

"Where else would I go if not home?" I asked. I didn't have an apartment, and my parents still lived in the U.S., so there was nowhere for me to go.

"I don't know. You and Sehun seem close. Ask him." Suho said, not looking at me at all, and leaving the room.

I stared at the door for a second, tears still falling down my cheeks. I grabbed the vase that was beside me, and threw it at the wall, making it shatter, and sending all the glass and beads that were in it, to the floor. I let out a scream that I didn't know I was holding in until now, and punched the wall, instantly feeling the pain in my knuckles. I slid down the wall, a sobbing mess, when Lay and Baekhyun barged in the room. Lay looked down at me, and crouched beside me, pulling me into a hug as I sat there crying my heart out.

~~Avia’s P.O.V~~

I was in total shock after it all happened. I saw you chasing Suho out of the event, and into the hotel. Everyone was looking around without a clue of what to do.

"Lay and Baekhyun find (Y/N) and comfort her, because I know she is going to break down bad." I ordered. Sehun was still standing there, but I couldn't exactly read his face. "Me and Kyungsoo will handle Suho."

And with that we were off. We traveled in a small group, until we saw Suho storm out of his hotel room.

"Suho!" Kyungsoo called after him, but he didn't turn around. We jogged to catch up with him. I could tell he was angry.

"Suho!" I say. He keeps walking. Finally Kyungsoo jogs in front of him, to keep him from walking any further. He huffed before turning to me, and hugging me tightly, and crying. I looked at Kyungsoo, who called a car for the three of us, and we went back to Suho's apartment.

We had to wait a couple minutes for the car, and we had gotten Suho calmed down, but he was still devastated. As we left, you were beginning to leave as well. I got your eyes for a moment, and gave you a disapproving look. I wasn't sure if I could ever be friends with you again.

We got Suho back to his apartment, and weren't sure what to do. We couldn't really stay, and even if we could, I'm sure he wanted to be alone. Suho was being Suho again. He kept talking about just getting back to work.

"Is there anything I can get you?" I asked him, folding my hands together.

"No, just the last 8 years of my life back." Suho said, lying on his back on his couch. I flinched slightly. I wasn't sure how to approach him at this point. I had never seen him so angry. "I'm sorry, I'm just so ...frustrated." He said, clenching his fists.

"Okay, well, I can't fix this, but I think I know how to help." I pick up a small glass bowl on one of the side tables.

"You realize that costs more than your apartment, right?" Kyungsoo asked.

Without hesitation, Suho picks up the trinket, and thrusts it at the wall sending small beads of glass in every direction. Kyungsoo laughed slightly, and Suho breathed heavily. As if he was in a trance, his body tensed carefully, and he looked around again.

"Uh I'm sorry, I'm not sure why I-"

"Because you're upset. You don't have to apologize for being upset, and rightfully so." I say, coming to sit down next to him. I rubbed his arm comfortingly.

"Yeah, you had no way of knowing. She didn't deserve you if she is just going to hook up with your employee." Kyungsoo said, sitting next to me.

"Shit." Suho said to himself.

"What?" I rubbed his back tentatively.

"I said I'd send all of her stuff to her hotel room, but I forgot that I gave my staff the weekend off. That means I have to bring it to her." He rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"We can go bring her her stuff. I'm sure Avia wants to talk to her anyway." Kyungsoo says.

He was right but I wasn't ready to do that now. I was so mad, I wasn't even sure I could talk to her without crying.

"I really don't want to be alone right now, I'm not sure what I would do." Suho said, sadly. We decided that for both me and Suho's sake, Kyungsoo would bring all of your things, and me and Suho decided to watch some random horror movies on Netflix.

~~Your P.O.V~~

Baekhyun offered for me to stay with him. He knew I shouldn't be alone, but I wanted to be. He insisted though, so we came to a deal that I would just stay with him and Lay for the rest of the day, but come back to the hotel tonight. Before we left, I got a shower, and got out of the wedding dress, and put on regular clothes.

We started to leave the hotel, and I saw Avia, Suho, and Kyungsoo getting in a car. Avia looked at me disapprovingly, and I quickly looked away from her.

"Is your hand okay? You punched the wall pretty hard. We moved a painting to cover the hole." Baekhyun said, once we got in the car.

"It's fine." I lied. It hurt like hell, and started to bleed. I could barely move my hand.

I didn't speak the whole way to the boy’s house, I was more than grateful that they didn't bring up the whole situation. When we got to his house, he made me something to eat, while Lay wrapped my hand in bandages.

"Why are you two being so nice to me? Shouldn't you hate me?" I asked, watching Lay do his work on my hand.

"We've known you for a long time. Just because you messed up, doesn't mean we're not gonna help you." Lay said.

"You're our friend. We aren't gonna just abandon you." Baekhyun said, putting the plate of food on the table. I started to tear up again. I didn't think I deserved any friends or have anyone be this nice to me.

"Please don't cry." Lay said, wiping away a tear from my cheek.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, not talking to the two boys.

"It's okay."

Baekhyun and Lay pulled me into a hug as I cried. There was a knock at the door, and Lay went to answer it. I watched as he opened it, and made eye contact with Sehun.

"Why did you come here?" I asked, standing up.

"You should leave." Lay said, closing the door a bit, but Sehun caught it.

"I didn't know she was here, but now I do, I need to talk to her." He said, pushing past Lay.

"You need to leave." I repeated, pushing him away once he got close. Baekhyun stood up protectively, and Lay stood behind Sehun.

"Please. Let's at least talk about this. Talk about us." He said, quite pathetically.

"There is no us, Sehun. Especially not after what you did. You ruined the best thing I had, for your own selfish reasons." I say, voice cracking from the crying.

"Come on." He said, walking closer to me. I pushed him away again.

"Leave!" I yelled. "Never contact me again. If I ever see you, I swear to god I will hire someone to beat you the hell up." I say, sobbing now.

Lay grabbed Sehun's arm, and made him leave the house. Once Lay closed the door, I fell to my knees. Lay and Baekhyun helped me up, and helped me sit at the table again.

"You should eat something." Baekhyun said, pushing the plate a little closer to me. I ate the food, and thanked him.

We kept each other company for a few more hours, not really talking, and after a while, I decided to go back to the hotel.

There was a knock at the hotel door. I was confused since it was so late now, but also scared because I thought it was Sehun again. I got out of the bed, and went to the door, looking through the peephole first to make sure it actually wasn't Sehun, but I saw Kyungsoo instead. I let out a sigh, and opened the door.

"Suho asked me to bring you your stuff." He said, passing the large box over to me. He turned around to leave, and an anxiety hit me immediately.

"Kyungsoo." I called after him. He turned around, his face blank, which isn't really a new thing for him, but it was different this time. "I never wanted to hurt him. I know I messed up, and I'm more than sorry." I started to tear up again, but he didn't say anything. "I love him. Truly. He has to know that." I say.

He looked like he was going to say something, but decided against it, and left. I backed up from the door, and let it close, still staring at it. I looked down at the box in my hands, and slowly opened it, not only seeing my clothes and belongings, but every single picture of us together that was in our shared apartment was in the box as well. I threw the box to the ground, and walked to the bed, emotionless. I've cried so much today, I don't have anything left.

~~Another time skip~~

A month had passed. I had gotten a small apartment, and found a job that paid well. I hadn't gotten over Suho in the slightest. The box that had all my stuff and pictures in it, hadn't been touched since I moved. It was just sitting in the hall closet. I honestly couldn't handle seeing those pictures, and the clothes still smelled like him, and I honestly couldn't handle it. My phone rang. I picked it up, seeing Lay was calling, and didn't hesitate to answer.

"Hello?" I said, putting the phone to my ear.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" He asked.

Lay called just about everyday to check up on me, and I'm honestly grateful for it, because lord knows what I would do without it.

"I'm okay, I think." I sigh, plopping down on the couch. "What about you? How's work?" I asked.

"Work has... It’s changed. The whole vibe of it." Lay said.

"It's really that bad?" I asked.

"Yeah... But don't worry, I'm sure it'll go back to the way it used to be in no time." Lay reassured me.

"Is Suho doing okay? He's not overworking himself is he?" I asked. I ask about him every time Lay calls, our conversations have become a routine at this point, subject wise.

"He's as much of a workaholic as he's always been." He said. There was a short pause. "If it makes you feel any better, he asks about you. A lot. He knows we talk on the phone everyday." He said.

"He does?" I asked, feeling happy, but trying not to let that feeling grow. "He's taking care of himself though?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well, I assume so. He doesn't look like he hasn't slept in the past 48 hours like he used to, so I think he's doing better... Avia’s over here most of the time..." Lay said, a little hesitant. My heart sunk a little. I knew she was his best friend and all, but I couldn't help but feel jealous towards her.

"Oh..." I say.

"It's just because their best friends, you know that." Lay said, quickly.

"...I know." I say, more quietly than I wanted.

"Speaking of, she just came in... Suho's looking at me from his office too. I'm assuming he wants to talk." Lay sighed. "This conversation goes down the same every time. He'll call me in, ask who I was talking to, I'll say that it was a customer to save his feelings, he'll say 'you were talking to (Y/N) weren't you?', I'll nod and he'll ask about you and how you're doing." Lay explained. I smiled a little. Lay sounded annoyed when he talked about it, but not the bad kind of annoyed. I was happy Suho still asked about me. "It's obvious you two still care for each other. I wish you two would either talk it out, or move on already, so I can stop being the messenger boy." He said.

"I'm sorry I ask about him all the time." I say, truly sorry.

"No, it's okay. This is the only form of entertainment I get in this office." He said. "Suho's waving me in. I have to go talk about you." He said. I laughed a little.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow." I said, hanging up the phone, and letting out another sigh.

~~Avia’s P.O.V~~

~~A day before~~

Chanyeol texted me about getting lunch together, which I found a bit strange, since we hadn't seen each other since I quit my job with Shinhan Bank. We ate at this casual little diner downtown. I felt bad, because it meant I had to abandon Suho for the night, but he told me he would be okay. I went to the guest room which, was basically my room at this point, and got ready in some high waisted shorts, and a flowy crop top.

I left the room, and made my way to the door, when Suho turned over on the couch to look at me.

"You said you're going to meet your old coworker?" He looked me up and down. "Where exactly did you work? A strip club?" He asked.

I scrunched my face at him a little, and he laughed as if he was pleased with himself. I grabbed his hoodie that he literally never wore, and zipped it up halfway to appease him. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Better?" I asked. He made a face, that said kinda, but I just ignored him since I knew he was just being over protective.

I grabbed my keys off of the hook by the door, and proceeded to my car. I got to the diner first, and got a table. Chanyeol was late, but I didn't really care because he always was.

I was scrolling through twitter on my phone, and reading up on the latest drama when he came in. My face lit up, a bit too enthusiastic about meeting back up with him. The dark circles under his eyes were less noticeable than when I worked there, and I wondered what had changed.

"How have you been doing?" He asked, with an adorable half smile.

"A lot better, now that Suho isn't super sad anymore. I finally feel like he's getting back to being himself." I explain.

"And you still haven't talked to (Y/N)?" He asked.

"I have nothing to say to her." I say, as calmly as I can muster.

"Well, the reason I asked you to come here kind of relates to that." He says. My eyes widened in anticipation of what he had to say. "Kai is on this weird kick to revitalize the company. So you know how it was always me, Xuimin, and Kai basically running the entire company? Well he brought in Sehun as a part of that group." He explained

"Makes sense, Kai and Sehun are both shady, selfish, and arrogant," I retort.

"Are the two of you ready to order?" A waitress asks.

"Uuuuh yeah, I'll have Dr. Pepper and some french fries" I say.

"I'll have a water and mozzarella sticks."

"Will the checks be separate or together?" She asks, looking to Chanyeol.

"I'll pay." I offer.

Without another word, the waitress closed her little booklet, and walked away.

"You know I hate when people pay for my stuff." He said.

"I know, that's why I did it." I smile at him. I was still a bit annoyed by the news he had brought me, and it definitely showed on my face.

"I didn't mean to ruin your mood." He said, laughing slightly.

"I'm not annoyed. I'm just upset. I thought you missed me but nooooo you just had work drama." I teased.

"Haha, of course I wanted to hang out. I miss you like a lot. Kai's meetings aren't the same without you trying to throw mini marshmallows into his coffee." We laughed.

"What else was I supposed to do. There are only so many notes to write about loans. He was sooooo boring. I had to pass the time somehow." I laugh.

The waitress gave us our food.

"How did you even keep that job?” He asked.

“I mean, he rarely even needed the notes, and when he asked for what he said, I just made something up. I also did the majority of all of your paperwork, so you all needed me." I began to eat my food, even though I wasn't that hungry.

"We have a new secretary, but she acts like a slut to be honest." Chanyeol said, twirling his straw. The statement caught me off guard.

"Yeah but so did I when I first started. It’s just the atmosphere, and the fact that everyone knows that you can get a job by sleeping with Xuimin." I shrug.

"Can I get a job by sleeping with Xuimin?" Chanyeol asked.

"You have a job."

"So could I still sleep with Xuimin anyway?" He joked. I rolled my eyes at him. "So does that mean you slept with Xuimin?" He asked.

"Park Chanyeol!" I laugh.

"I'm sorry, I can't help but be curious." He shrugged, sipping his drink.

"I did, but only once, and we both kinda regretted it, especially after we became friends." I explain, circling my straw around my glass.

"Ew that's fucking weird." He says.

"I almost slept with Kai once too." I smirked slightly, thinking about it, but I looked down so he didn't really see.

"When did that happen?" Chanyeol asked, more excited about what I was saying than the mozzarella sticks.

"It was towards the beginning of me working there, and I accidentally brought home a document he needed, so he came over to my house to get it, and then stuff happened." I say, feeling my cheeks blushing.

"You can't just say stuff happened. That's so vague." He says, rolling his eyes.

"That's all you're getting." I laugh.

We talked for an hour or so longer, until we decided to leave. I covered the check like I promised, and we walked together to the parking lot. He opened my door for me, and we said our goodbyes. As I drove back to Suho's apartment, there was a strange unidentifiable warmth that I felt. I was happier than I had been in a while.

~the next day~

I woke up around 11, and remembered what Chanyeol said about Sehun. I decided I would bring Suho his favorite lunch, to soften the sting of the news. I walked into his office, and set the bag of food on his desk.

"What's this about?" He says, pushing his glasses down the bridge of his nose.

"I have some news, and I thought I would be nice, and bring my wonderful best friend lunch." I sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs, that were in front of his desk, and explained the situation.

He called an emergency meeting in his office, to try and figure out what other changes Kai may be making. Suho sighed, and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"You all should thank Avia for saving our jobs. She has more smarts than this entire department combined." He says, frustrated. I sank down in my seat embarrassed. "Kai is apparently making a lot of big changes, and it’s our job to stay ahead of him."

Everyone was silent.

"Make sure we stay ahead of him. Failure is not an option." He scolded.

Without another word, he looked back down at his work. “You can all leave.” He said, waving a dismissive hand. “Except you, Lay, please stay.” He said, looking up for a second.

Everyone piled out of the room, except for Lay, who stood there.

“How was the phone call with (Y/N)?” Suho asked, folding his hands on the desk.

“I wasn’t talking to her...” Lay said, acting confused.

“We have the same conversation everyday, Lay. Cut the bullshit.” Suho said, writing something on a notepad.

“Why do you care? Just let her wallow in her sadness. It’s what she deserves.” I say, crossing my arms, and leaning back in the seat.

“I don’t care, I would just like to know that she’s okay.” Suho said, giving me a look. “So, is she?” He asked, looking up at Lay now.

“She’s fine. Still heart broken... I think it would help if you two would just talk.” Lay suggested.

“Absolutely not. You can go back to work now, thank you, Lay.” Suho said, dismissively. Lay bowed, and went back to his desk.

“I wish you would stop caring for her, even after all she’s done to you.” I say, shaking my head.

“I told you, I don’t care.” He shrugged.

I decided not to press the subject further. I stood up, and sighed.

“If you say so, Suho.” I say. “I’m gonna head home. Don’t stay here too late.”

“Are you staying at my apartment tonight?” He asked.

“I was planning to.”

“Just move in already.” He joked, even though it was like I had moved in anyways.

“See you tonight.” I say, waving goodbye, as I left.

~~Your P.O.V~~

I woke up the next morning, and got a shower. When I got out, I wrapped the towel around me, and went to the kitchen to get a drink. I screamed when I saw Lay and Baekhyun sitting on the couch.

"I should have never given you guys a key. Oh my god." I said, holding the towel tighter, now very conscious about it.

"Good morning Baekhyun and Lay, my wonderful friends whom I am very grateful for, was what we were looking for, but that's fine." Baekhyun said, standing.

"What are you guys doing here at 9 am? Why didn't you call first? I could've walked out completely naked." I scolded them.

"We came to take you out." Lay said, smiling. I gave them a weird look.

"When was the last time you went out?" Baekhyun asked.

"I went out yesterday to get groceries..." I say, pointing towards the fridge. Baekhyun shook his head.

"I meant for fun." He said.

It's been a really long time. I haven't been 'out' since the wedding.

"This is what's gonna happen. We hired a lady who is amazing at hair and make up. You're getting pampered today, you're going to wear the best outfit you have, and we're gonna go out, and have some fun dangit." Lay said, standing up now as well.

"When's the last time you took a shower?" Baekhyun asked.

"... Two minutes ago." I say, raising an eyebrow.

"Go take another one, shave everything, and I mean everything, and when you come out, the lady will be here." He said.

"I don't-" I started, but Baekhyun started to push me towards my bathroom.

I did as I was told, and retook a shower. The water was a little cold since I just got out, but I endured it. When I got out, there was more than one lady in my house.

"The Baekhyun and Lay treatment, on us." Baekhyun said, sitting me down at the vanity table that was somehow set up whilst I was in the shower.

"I thought you said one girl." I said.

"Well... We lied." Lay laughed.

The girls started to do their work on my face and hair all at the same time. I was more than confused as to what was happening. Where the hell did they get these people and why? What were they planning? It had to be something right?

It took about an hour to get everything done, and I have to say, they did a good job, but I was still more than confused.

"So, I know I said you're gonna put on your best outfit, but we got that covered for you too." Baekhyun said.

"What is this? Is this a prank or something? Are there cameras or???" I asked, looking around.

"This would be a terrible prank. What's the punchline? The girl has really good friends who want to pamper her because she's been depressed? Just let this happen jeez." Baekhyun whined.

They handed me the outfit, and told me to put it on so I did. It was really nice, but casual at the same time. When I walked back out, Baekhyun and Lay looked at me approvingly.

"Damn." Lay said, doing the ok sign.

"Can you tell me now what we're doing? This whole thing is a little bit extra don't you think?" I say.

"Baekhyun and I are going to take you out, and we're going to have the best time literally ever, and you're gonna love it." Lay explained.

I was thankful for them, but this was a little too much. I didn't feel like I deserved to go out and have fun, but for their sake, I agreed.

"First thing on the list. Food. I'm starving." Baekhyun said, holding his stomach.

The girls were already gone, and we left my small apartment and got into Lay's car. He took us to some cafe I hadn't heard of, but it was hands down the best cafe I've ever been too.

All day, we rode around, went to several malls to shop, walked in the park, played on the playground. We got weird looks on the playground, but it was fun to act like a kid again.

After a while, it started to get dark. Baekhyun suggested we go see a movie as the last thing to do. We pulled up to the cinema, laughing and having fun, but once we got to the line to get tickets, the fun and happiness disappeared quickly, when I saw Avia and Suho standing in line. I stopped walking before I got all the way up there. Baekhyun and Lay looked at me strangely, until they looked over and saw what I was staring at. I turned around quickly and started walking back to the car. Lay and Baekhyun followed, and we got back inside.

"(Y/N)... We're so sorry." Baekhyun said.

"Is this why you brought me here? Is this what all of the pampering was about?" I asked, getting angry at them.

"Of course not. We'd never do that to you. We thought he'd be at work all day." Lay explained.

"Don't let this get in your way of having fun. You were finally laughing and smiling and having a good time. What are the chances that he's seeing the same movie as us?" Baekhyun asked.

"He's been talking about this movie for months. Of course he's going to see the same one we're going to see." I say, frustrated.

"So, walk in there and pretend you didn't see him. Be confident. Pretend it's just us three in the whole movie theatre, enjoying our time." Lay encouraged. I let out a long sigh, and roll my eyes.

"Fine. But only because you two went through a lot of trouble today trying to make me feel better." I say.

They smile, and we all get out of the car, and walk back to the line. The two of them had already gone in. After we got our popcorn and whatever other snacks the guys wanted, we went into the theatre room our movie was playing in. Avia and Suho were sitting in the seats right beside the entrance, so as soon as we walked in, we saw them and they saw us. I made eye contact with Suho, but looked down quickly, and walked all the way up to the back of the theatre. The movie started, but I couldn't really pay attention to it. I kept looking down at Avia and Suho.

I tried to endure it, but soon enough the feelings of jealousy, desperation, and everything else I was feeling started to hit me at once.

"I'll be right back guys." I say, trying to sound fine, but I was going to break down any second. I walked back down the steps, wiping away a tear or two, and went out of the theatre, and into the bathroom.

~~Avia’s P.O.V~~

I had finally convinced Suho to take a break from the office. Miraculously, I even got him to come home early. There was a movie he had been wanting to see, and a new restaurant I had been wanting to try, so we decided to kill two birds with one stone. The restaurant was supposedly pretty nice, but not very fancy. Although it wasn’t fancy, it was still very good. Once we were done eating, we went to the movie theatre. We went to stand in line, and were joking around, when I noticed Baekhyun in the the parking lot. Upon further investigation, I also noticed you and Lay.

"Don't look now, but (Y/N), Baekhyun, and Lay are here." I whisper to Suho. We pretended not to see the three of you, but of course fate would have us going to the exact same movie, in the exact same theatre, at the exact same time. We got in first, and were settled down in our seats, and I was snuggled into Suho's arm. The lights had dimmed for the opening credit, but we could still see your group when they came in. I ignored it, but Suho looked extremely upset.

"Hey," I looked up to Suho "Are you gonna be okay?" I asked him.

He nodded but I knew I couldn't believe him. Later into the movie we saw you leave the theatre, clearly upset. I didn't think much of it, since I wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

"You should probably go talk to her." Suho suggested. Truthfully it was the last thing I wanted to do, but I decided to try and console you, even though I knew it would end with me becoming angry.

~~Your P.O.V~~

It took me a few minutes to stop crying. My makeup was a mess, but thank god I brought my own so I could fix it. I started to wipe off the running mascara, when Avia walked in. I looked over at the door, not expecting it to be her, and when I made eye contact, I quickly looked away back to the mirror to continue cleaning myself up.

"Are you here to tell me I shouldn't be here? Or how much of a terrible person I am? Because trust me, I already know." I say, not looking at her at all.

"I was sent to check on you. But, yeah, those thoughts crossed my mind." She said, crossing her arms.

"Listen. You don't have to speak to me if you don't want to. Just go back and enjoy the movie." I said, digging through my bag for my concealer and powder. We sat in silence for a bit. I thought she was going to leave, but she didn't. I could tell there was a lot she wanted to say to me but she couldn't form the words.

"Why?" She finally asked. I looked at her through the mirror, and waited for her to continue. "Why would you hurt someone as great as him? Do you know how good you had it?" She asked.

I scoffed a little, and put my hands down on the counter, leaning against it. I knew this conversation would come, but I didn't want to have it. I didn't have a good answer, and I really didn't want to relive my mistakes right now in a public bathroom. I took a deep breath, and stood up straight to look at her.

"I really don't want to talk about this with you. It's none of your business." I said.

"For someone who helped you for months to get ready for your wedding, and since I've been Suho's best friend since fourth grade, yes I think it is my business." She says, slightly offended.

"I don't really give a damn about your friendship with him, okay? You two are close, you know a lot about him, you want to be involved in his life. I get it, but I don't care. I may have not known him as long as you have, but I know everything there is to know about him too, even some secrets you don't even know about. So don't try and use the 'best friend' card on me." I say, growing angry. I try to leave, but she grabs me by the arm and turns me around.

"Screw the excuses then. Just tell me why you did it." She demanded, almost yelling but not really.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." I say, yanking my arm out of her grasp, and leaving, but she followed.

"(Y/N)!" She yelled after me. I stopped and turned around to face her.

"You want to know why I did it? Me too. Because I don't know. Maybe I was feeling desperate or lonely or sad, or maybe I wasn't thinking at all, but no matter what it was, I did it, and I can't change it, and I regret it. Everyday I regret it. I never stopped loving him for one second, then or now." I said, pretty angry at both her and myself. "So there's your answer. I don't know."

I left, angrily, back into the theater, and up to my seat with Baekhyun and Lay. I saw Avia walk back in as well, sitting down next to Suho, and cuddling next to him, over exaggeratingly. I was furious, and jealous, and sad, and frustrated all at once seeing her with Suho like that. I knew what she was trying to do, but it still upset me. When the movie ended, she looked at me and our eyes locked. I knew she wanted a reaction from me, but I refused to give her one.

It pained me to be in the same room as Suho, and have to act like I don't know him. Baekhyun and Lay could tell how upset I was, and I felt bad for being such a downer when they worked so hard to try and make me happy tonight.

"You okay?" Lay asked.

"Yeah. I just wanna go home." I said, looking away from Avia and Suho to Lay. He gave me a sad smile and nodded.

We drove back to my apartment, and sat down at the kitchen table.

"I'm sorry for still being sad guys. Thank you so much for everything though. You put a lot of effort into today..." I say, still feeling bad.

"As long as we got you out of the house, I say mission accomplished. Plus, you were having fun in the beginning, so that counts." Baekhyun said.

"You really miss him, huh?" Lay asked, letting out a sigh.

"So much." I say. "I mean. I barely got to see him because of his work, but at least I could go visit him, and I had someone laying next to me... I miss when he came home late at night, and he would try not to wake me up, but he always would." I said, reminiscing life before. "Since the bank closed on Sunday's, he would cook breakfast, and we would eat it in the living room while watching cartoons like we were kids." I smiled, thinking about it. "I really miss those days." I say, the smile disappearing. "But," I sigh. "It's what I deserve. I messed up and this is what I get. I just have to live with it, and accept the fact that we'll never speak again." I say.

"I agree. You messed up. You should just give up completely, and move on and let Suho be miserable as well." Baekhyun said, sitting back in his seat.

I gave him a look. "Thanks a lot, Baek." I said, hurt.

"I was being sarcastic. Look, you miss him, he misses you. I do agree that you've made a mistake, but we're all human, we aren't perfect and you know what kind of mistake you've made, and you aren't denying it." He said. "I propose, we set up operation: get (Y/N) and Suho back together again, and be the best most strongest couple in the galaxy." He said, standing up now.

"The names a little..." Lay said, tilting his head a bit. Baekhyun let out a sigh, and rolled his eyes a bit.

"Fine, for short, we'll call it operation: G.(Y/N).S.B.T.A.B.T.B.M.S.C.I.T.G." Baekhyun said, spelling it out with just the first letter of every word.

"That's still a bit much, Baek." I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Okay, fine. How about operation: Get (Y/N) and S BT." He suggested.

"What is BT?" I asked.

"Back together. Come on, get on the same page as me." He said. “You know what? Just drop the name."

“I'm in." Lay said.

"I'm not. It won't work. Suho hates me now, and won't ever speak to me again anyways." I say, slouching.

"Oh please. If there's a will there's a way." Baekhyun said. "So here's what we're going to do." He said, leaning in to tell us the plan. "So, (Y/N). Where was the place you and Suho had your first date?" He asked.

"Um, it was pretty simple. We had a picnic at Hyochang park. It was at night." I say, not having to think too hard on it.

"Great, let's recreate that first date. Lay and I will get Suho there somehow. I don't know, we'll tell him we set up a business picnic outing or something, but instead you'll be there, tell him how sorry you are, and how much you miss him, and how much you love him, and some other cheesy romance novel lines, and boom! We got operation: Get (Y/N) and S BT." He said, clapping his hands together, and backing up like he just had the best idea on this planet.

“I thought we were dropping the name?” Lay asked.

"Yeah, that won't work at all." I say, shaking my head. "I appreciate the gesture, but honestly, I think it's just best to leave it alone." I say.

"You never know unless you try. At least you'll be able to say you gave it your all, and you didn't just give up." Lay said.

“Exactly, you’ll regret not taking this chance. Please.” Baekhyun begged.

“Fine, but I’m telling you, it won’t work. I’ll just be embarrassed, and heart broken for the rest of my life.” I say, resting my chin in my hand.

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