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FORGIVENESS IS NOT A GAME - CHAPTER 9

Author: bbhkjiexofics Genre: romance, fluff, angst, slice of life, smut (later chapters), slow burn Au: Idol!Au Warnings: signs of PTSD, domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, strong language, violence, sexual content Pairing: Jongin x Reader (feat. EXO members) Word count: 7.8k

A/N: Here’s the final chapter for this round of updates for FNG! I hope you guys stay tuned because the FLUFF ugh. Deadly. Also…… Smut is coming (?) HEHE. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 9

After begging and pleading with Jongin for him to let you change out of your sweats, he finally agreed with your little puppy-dog pout.

“You really don’t have to change, you know? I’d gladly take you out on a date even if you wore a trash bag.”

You sigh as you hold on to his hands, “I just want to feel pretty. You look so nice, I don’t want to be in sweats on our first date..”

He analyzes your features -- your big doe eyes, how your eyelashes are fluttering, and the way you’re pouting right now. How could he ever deny you?

“Okay, fine..” He sighs and you jump happily, Jongin smiling at you warmly.

“Take all the time you need, sweets.” He gives your hands a small squeeze before you start making your way upstairs to your room.

“Sweets!” Sehun calls out to you and you turn back to look at him.

“We’ll be damned if we won’t be able to help pick an outfit for you.” He crosses his arms to his chest as Junmyeon and Baekhyun stand beside him, signaling that this is not a debate you could win.

“Uhh.. I’m not gonna have you guys be peeping on me while I change.”

“We aren’t pervs, you weirdo!” Baekhyun smacks your arm lightly, causing you to let out a giggle.

“And not to be mean or anything but..” Junmyeon starts, rubbing a nervous hand to his nape as Sehun sighs frustratedly, “Basically what we’re saying is, we’re not gonna have you go on your first date with Jongin looking like you’re about to take Blue out on a morning ride.”

You fake a gasp at his hurtful comment, bringing a hand to your chest. This isn’t the first time you and Sehun have argued over your fashion choices. He would often mock you for wearing the same riding boots every morning and giggle at you when you’d go out wearing jeans when it’s too hot out, the roads probably able to fry an egg at the immense heat of the sun.

But that was before they all knew that you were hiding your scar and it kind of made you feel nervous to have to reveal it to them, not wanting to disclose the story behind it. Though now that they know everything about your past, what is there left to hide?

It would be nice to finally dress up a bit. Especially for a date with Jongin.

A pretty dress would be perfect for this. You thought.

You look towards Jongin and he’s just looking at you adoringly, loving the way the members interact with you and you take it as a sign that it’s okay for these weirdos to help you get into an outfit for your first date.

“Ugh, fine.” You roll your eyes at the three excited dorks as they follow you up to your bedroom.

You lay out three outfit choices as Baekhyun leisurely plops himself down on your bed and Junmyeon takes a seat by your vanity, Sehun is still rummaging through your disarrayed closet despite the fact that you’ve already laid out options for them to choose from.

“Sehunnie, the outfits are here.” You point towards your bed but he just simply ignores you, continuing to sift through your closet, “Sehun, what else could you possibly be looking for?”

He finally glances towards the choices, Baekhyun and Junmyeon giving you disapproving looks as well, “What!?”

“You are not wearing jeans, Y/n.” Baekhyun points to one of the three jeans you’ve laid out and shoves it off the bed. “Hey! Those are my nicest pair!”

He sticks a tongue out to you as you pick up the jeans from the floor, patting it down and placing it back on the bed.

Junmyeon joins Sehun by your closet, eyeing out any options that you could wear to your date when he spots a dress at the back of your wardrobe. All hung up and looking brand new, “That one!”

Sehun pauses as he looks towards Junmyeon approvingly, taking the hanger off the rail to show you the floral dress in all its glory.

“That!? I haven’t worn that in years. I doubt it’ll even fit!” You whine.

“Just try it on! You’ll never know!” Sehun shoves the dress towards you and you pout at him.

“That won’t work on us, sweets. That only works on Jongin.” He grins at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you groan frustratedly, grabbing the dress from him. “If this doesn’t fit-“

“It’ll fit! Just try it on already!” Baekhyun sits up from your bed excitedly.

You roll your eyes as Junmyeon pushes your stubborn self towards the bathroom.

You’re amazed that the zipper was even able to go all the way up, you haven’t worn this dress since you were in university. You haven’t worn a dress in years, if you’re being honest. The last time you got all dolled up was during your last Christmas with your parents.

Even if you didn’t have a full-length mirror in your bathroom to check on yourself fully, your reflection in the mirror hanging above your sink was enough to put a small smile on your face.

I actually feel pretty.

You examine yourself a bit more, turning around to check on the back to make sure there weren’t any loose threads here and there.

The dress was predominantly white and had a pretty pink and red floral design. It had long sleeves and the hem reached just above your knees. It wasn’t too tight but the top part of the dress hugged your torso perfectly while the skirt fluttered beautifully. In fact, it still fit you exquisitely. The cleavage wasn’t that low either but it still flattered your chest area. And there was a tie that you wrapped around your waist, forming a perfect bow that sit perfectly at the side of the dress.

However, when you take one final look at yourself, you’re irked by the sight of your scar. It was pretty evident now -- no jeans, socks, or shoes to hide the hideous scar of your past memory.

“Any minute now, sweets!” Sehun knocked impatiently at your bathroom door causing you to jump a little and you hurriedly take one final look at yourself, patting your hair roughly to remove any strands that may have stuck up when you were changing.

You take one final look at your scar and let out a deep breath before opening your bathroom door, revealing yourself to the three boys waiting for you.

Baekhyun whistled as Junmyeon clapped at the sight of you, “Damn, sweets!!!” Baekhyun gets off the bed to observe you closer.

“Okay, give us a twirl!” Sehun motions with his finger and you begrudgingly turn around for them, rolling your eyes in the process.

“It’s perfect! Jongin could very much faint.” Junmyeon snickers.

“Are you guys sure?” You adjust the hem of your dress, feeling conscious now that the boys were eyeing you up and down.

“Sweets,” Sehun grabs you by your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him, “have some confidence will you?”

You give him a small smile but you drop your head once again, hiding your scarred foot behind your other one and the three catch sight of this.

“You’re beautiful, Y/n. Jongin’s jaw will drop to the floor.” Junmyeon tells you reassuringly as a blush creeps up your cheeks.

“I don’t even have any makeup on..” You rub your arms up and down, taking a step back from Sehun, your confidence diminishing by the second despite their compliments.

“You don’t need it.” Baekhyun starts, “But if it’ll make you more comfortable, we can leave you to it.”

You smile up at him, “Give me ten minutes?”

They nod at you as they make their way out of your bedroom, “Don’t take too long now, okay? I can feel Jongin’s excitement from here.” Junmyeon giggles before you nod at him.

“And sweets?”

“Yeah?”

“You really are beautiful. I hope you know that.” He smiles at you before closing your door, leaving you to start doing your makeup.

Well, well, well. Look who we have here.

Leave. Me. Alone.

You really think getting all dolled up will mask your anxiousness and fear, Y/n?

Shut up!

Oh, sweetie. No amount of makeup can ever hide just how broken you are.

I said, SHUT UP!

You slam your hands on your vanity as you quickly stand up, looking at yourself as you heave out heavy breaths.

You close your eyes and try to inhale and exhale slowly, calming your thumping heart and ragged breathing. You look at your reflection -- only halfway through your makeup. The ticking clock echoing throughout your bedroom filling your ears.

You’re terrified. You don’t want to ruin this. You don’t want your past to ruin this.

You can’t let it ruin what you have with Jongin. And you’ll be damned if you let it.

You calmly sit back down, inhaling and trying to rid off the shakiness of your hands before you put on the finishing touches of your makeup. Just a little blush, a curl of your lashes and some mascara, and finally some tinted lip balm and you’re good to go.

With one final look in the mirror you nod at yourself and put on some cute flats, leaving your bedroom and making your way downstairs to meet Jongin.

When you enter the dining room, all 9 boys were leisurely seated, waiting for you. Sehun who was sitting at the head of the table where you normally sat spotted you first, earning a huge shit-eating grin from the maknae.

The rest of the boys look towards your direction, their jaws dropping significantly and when you lock eyes with Jongin, he was practically shooting hearts out of his eyes at the sight of you.

It’s like all the air was knocked out of Jongin’s lungs. He tuned out all external noises and zoned in on you -- your blushed cheeks, perfect hair, luscious lips, and that dress. It was perfect.

You were perfect.

You suddenly felt self-conscious about the lack of response from the room, the silence slowly eating at your confidence and you end up chewing on your bottom lip, looking at the ground away from the 9 pairs of eyes.

Kyungsoo quickly nudges Jongin out of his hypnotized state, "Stop drooling and get your ass over there." He hurriedly closes his mouth and gets up from his seat and rushes towards you.

“Oh my God..” When you look back up at him, eyes locking, he lets out a sigh, “You are so beautiful, Y/n.”

You can’t help but look away from him as you feel your face heat up. The way he was looking at you, you couldn’t help but feel like you were floating on air.

He made you feel so beautiful – as if he’d never laid eyes on anything so breathtaking in his life.

Jongin was the only one that ever made you feel this way.

“Thank you.” You murmur, shyness suddenly overtaking you as you continue to try and avoid his piercing gaze.

Jongin grabs both your hands, making you look up at him, “I’m honestly so speechless right now.. I’m sorry.” He chuckles nervously and you can spot a tinge of red appearing on his cheeks.

Adorable!

You giggle as well, you both standing awkwardly just basking in each other’s presence and at the fact that this is finally happening.

Your first date with Kim Jongin.

“I think it’s time for us to go.” Junmyeon tells the rest of the boys as they make their way out of the dining room, giving you and Jongin knowing smiles and little winks here and there.

“Oh! Before I forget!” Kyungsoo rushes to the kitchen, fetching a picnic basket and hands it over to Jongin with a wink.

Your eyes widen, “What’s this?”

Jongin chuckles at you as he lifts one of your hands to his lips, giving it a sweet kiss that sends shivers down your spine, butterflies in your belly, and an immense blush to your face.

He looks into your eyes as he plants another quick kiss to the back of your hand, “Follow me.”

“Jongin,” You don’t know why you felt the urge to whisper but him leading you to the back of the green field towards the woods just made it seemed appropriate to not make any loud sounds, “where are we going?”

He only giggles at one of the many questions you’ve been throwing at him as you made your way to the woods.

“You’re not some serial killer are you?”

Jongin pauses as he looks at you, “Do you trust me?”

You sigh at just how beautiful he looks under the moonlight. His sleeves rolled up, his strong hand gripping yours, veins prominent on his arms. How his hair seemed to look more silver than blonde under the night sky, and how his eyes seemed to hold so much tenderness and affection for you – he was absolutely the most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Yes.” You breathe.

He gives you another one of his warm smiles as he navigates you deeper into the woods and you can’t help but feel a sort of familiarity with this path he’s leading you in.

And when he suddenly stops, you are met with a dazzling view of the city – a view that seemed awfully familiar to you but yet in all the years you’ve been living in this house, you have seemingly forgotten about.

As he looks towards you and your wide eyes meet his, fairy lights illuminate you both, hanging from the trees around you and it’s like the whole world just lit up in front of your very eyes.

Jongin has managed to light up your life.

This spot, the perfect night sky that seems to have all the stars in the galaxy twinkling down at you both, the glow of the fairy lights around you, the crisp night air, and Jongin right beside you – everything was absolutely a dream.

And that’s when your eyes zone in on it. That bench.

The bench that your father made for your mother when they first bought this house.

You were rendered speechless. This is why it was so familiar to you. Your parents would take you down here when you were a kid but as you grew older, trips down here became less and less until you just completely forgot about this spot.

“Jongin.. How?” You felt your eyes start to well up from all the past memories that have started to pour in.

He brings you closer to the bench, setting the picnic basket down and looking up at you once again, taking both your hands in his. “The past few days when you were in your room, I would help Uncle Jae take care of your horses. He told me a lot of stories about you and he started interrogating me about my intentions with you.” He chuckles and you shut your eyes out of pure embarrassment as a small grimace overtakes your face imagining what Uncle Jae could’ve possibly told Jongin.

“I told him that I asked you out on a date before everything happened and you agreed but I just didn’t know how to bring it up with you again so, he showed me this spot.”

He looks towards the view and you follow his gaze. He directs his attention back to you as you soak in the city lights in front of you, the moonlight causing your skin to glow, the beautiful smile on your face, and the way the subtle wind was blowing through your hair, he was completely and utterly mesmerized and he couldn’t believe his luck.

Jongin keeps his attention on you as you continue to relish the view, “He told me how your father built this for your mom when they first moved in. How they would bring you here when you were a kid and I just thought it would be perfect.”

You look at him now with teary eyes and he starts to panic, “Oh my God, did I overstep? I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s absolutely perfect, Jongin.” You take a step forward, encasing your arms around his neck as you tiptoe to hug him. Inhaling your favorite smell of cotton and musk and loving the way his strong arms wrap around you in return.

This. This is my safe place now.

You hear him sigh against the hug, “Thank you, Jongin.” You release him and your faces were merely inches apart and it almost causes your breath to hitch in your throat.

“I can’t believe you did all this for me.” Your voice barely a whisper.

He stares at your eyes before scanning all around your face, “Anything for you.” Jongin brings a hand to your cheek and you lean against his touch, closing your eyes and savoring this perfect moment.

You slowly open your eyes to find him staring at your lips, and you could feel the rapid beats of your heart and the way your breath is shortening at the proximity of you both.

Jongin inches closer ever so slowly, his gaze on your lips diverting to your eyes, finding any hesitation from you before he asks what he’s been dying to.

“Y/n..” The way he whispers your name sends shivers down your spine. “Can I kiss you?”

The inches between your faces turn into centimeters, he stops himself from going nearer, just one pucker and his lips would meet yours but he was patiently waiting for your reply.

“Please.” You manage to say before Jongin completely closes the gap.

Your eyes flutter closed as his soft plush lips pressed against yours. One hand gently cups your face while the other rests on your waist. He tasted like honey and the way he moved his lips made your body instantly warm up.

You know those kisses that just made you feel all the sparks? Those kisses that made you feel like you were suddenly floating and made you have a gazillion butterflies fluttering in your belly?

This. This was that type of kiss.

He continues to kiss you as he angles your chin up higher so he could deepen the kiss and you hum in approval, causing him to bring your bodies closer together and you could feel his warmth cover you.

Jongin was completely lost and he might just go crazy. The noises you were making were turning him on as seconds pass and he knew he had to stop himself before he’d get too carried away and scare you off.

You were a piece of fragile crystal that he was too terrified to break.

So after a few more seconds, he begrudgingly releases you as he rests his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed as he brings both hands to cup your face, inhaling the scent of you as he tries to memorize the feeling of your lips captured by his.

“Wow.” He finally breathed.

“Wow.” You echoed, causing his eyes to open to find you gazing at him adoringly, your eyes were crinkled at the sides due to you smiling so widely and if his heart could explode from joy, now would be the moment.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip, trying to taste him again and he sees this and he just couldn’t help it. He dove in for another breathtaking kiss and you giggle as he continues to give you butterfly kisses.

“I think Kyungsoo will get mad if we don’t eat the food that he prepared.” He says in between kisses, not wanting to let you go just yet which causes you to smile.

“You’re right.” And with one final smooch, you peel away from him slowly. He flashes you an adorable pout which causes you to release another giggle and you kiss his cheek which instantly puts a smile on his beautiful face.

He places the picnic mat on the ground and you take the picnic basket, placing it in front of you as he settles beside you, watching you while you take out the food that Kyungsoo prepared for your date.

“Remind me to thank Kyungsoo later.” You say but don’t receive a response from him and when you finally look at Jongin, he was just gazing at you intently. His eyes holding so much adoration and fondness for you and no matter how hard he tried, he can’t seem to find the strength to look away.

“Earth to Jongin?” You tease as you wave a hand in front of his face.

He just continues to stare at you which causes you to blush, “What? Is there something on my face?”

He shakes his head slightly, bringing his hand to cup your face once again, “You’re just so beautiful, love.”

Love.

Your eyes widen instantaneously at the pet name and he giggles at your shocked appearance, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Too much?”

You shake your head immediately, “N-no! I, uhm,” you clear your throat and look away, “I like it.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you look back at him shyly.

He bites his lip as he brings his thumb and index finger to your chin, gripping it to draw your face closer to his, “Then.. Can I kiss you again, love?”

You nod your head in response as you aren’t able to seemingly form words, hypnotized by the sultriness of his voice and the way his eyes turn dark at the sight of your blushed cheeks.

His lips were on yours again, tasting you and he has to muster all the self-control he has to not slip his tongue in yours. So after just a few seconds, he pulls away and moves to kiss your eyes that were still closed. Then he moves to plant kisses on your nose, your cheeks, then your forehead, and lastly, he kisses your lips once more before nudging his nose against yours.

“I can’t believe this is real.” He sighs.

You giggle before kissing his lips quickly and turning towards the picnic basket, continuing to bring out the food that was inside.

Jongin helps you lay the food out on the mat – there was a bottle of wine, plastic cups, sandwiches, melted chocolate, and a pack of strawberries (which Jongin says he got permission from Baekhyun from so it’s all good).

He pours the wine into both your cups, offering you yours before he raises his own for a toast. “A toast.”

“What are we toasting to?” You giggle.

“To the first of many nights under the stars, love.” He gives you the most adoring smile.

You smile back at him before clinking your cup to his gently, “To the first of many.”

Your date with Jongin has been perfect so far. You feed each other strawberries, laugh about the silliest things, and tease each other like you were best friends.

Both of you a little tipsy from the wine but choosing not to go overboard as you both want to remember this moment clearly.

You were laughing hard at Jongin’s story of how they all mistakenly shrunk Sehun’s uniform in high school because they didn’t know how to do laundry at the dorm so Sehun was forced to wear a tight shirt to school the next day.

Jongin was completely in love with your laugh, he couldn’t get enough of it so every time he managed to get a few giggles out of you, it’s like his heart could burst from pure bliss.

“I could listen to your laugh the whole day and never get tired of it.”

You stop laughing, glancing at him before snorting, “You’re just tipsy from all that wine.”

“I’m serious. I think your laugh is my favorite sound in the whole world.”

You turn away from him to face the view, trying to hide your blushed face from him, “And that,” he points to your cheeks, “is the most adorable thing about you.”

You bring your hands to cover your cheeks, making your lips pucker a bit like a fish. He giggles at you, “Stop laughing! Now you’re making me conscious!”

This just makes him laugh harder and you slap his arm to make him stop, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry, love. You’re just so cute.” He smiles at you as he removes your hands from your cheeks gently and gives each cheek a peck.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispers, his lips were basically hovering over yours.

You roll your eyes playfully at him, “Yes you have, Jongin. You’ve been saying it so much I feel like you’ve programmed your brain to say it every 5 minutes or so.” You tease to hide the giddiness that you feel. No matter how many times he may compliment you, you always feel the same butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckles lowly before he shrugs, “I’m just speaking my mind here.” His eyes gaze at your dress, “And this dress.. This dress was made for you.”

“This?” You play with the bow on the side of your dress, “I haven’t worn this since I was in university.” You laugh nervously.

Jongin has observed that every time you talk about your university days, there is always this nervousness that coats your voice. “Have you ever thought about going back?”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “T-to university?”

He nods, “I mean, you did mention that being a vet was your dream. And honestly, I think you’d be the best vet in the world.”

You laugh at his overconfident tone, “Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch.”

“It’s true though. Uncle Jae told me that you always used to get 4.0 GPAs and you were even on a full scholarship.”

You chew at the bottom of your lip, shy at the fact that Uncle Jae told Jongin things about your university days, “I don’t know..” You shake your head lightly, looking away from him, “Maybe it’s too late to go back now.”

“Well, I can tell that you loved it. And if you love something, you should never give up on it. It can never be too late to get back on the saddle.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, proud of his pun.

You laugh incredulously, “I appreciate the pun.” Your laugh fizzles out as you start to think about Jongin’s suggestion.

Should I go back? What if it’s too late? What if when I go back, things won’t be the same and I’ll come to realize that it’s not my dream anymore?

“I can see the wheels turning in your head.” He says, a grin coating his voice.

“It’s just scary to think about right now. I don’t know if I’m ready..” You trail.

He cups your face, gently rubbing a thumb on your cheek, “The fact that you’re thinking about it is good enough for now. Don’t pressure yourself too much, love. But it’s always good to keep your doors open, okay? You’ll never be ready when it comes to big decisions like this but you won’t know how far you can go unless you try.”

You look at how his eyes just hold so much care and gentleness. How does he always know what to say to calm your thumping heart and make it feel like it’s about to beat out of your chest at the same time?

“How do you always know what to say?”

Jongin shrugs, “Maybe I’m just a wise bear who happens to have swept you off your feet.”

You slap him on the arm again, causing him to erupt in a fit of giggles, “More like a cocky bear, if you ask me.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hey!” he sits up a little straighter, removing himself from his previous position of laying down on the picnic mat as he rests his head on his propped up hand, “Can’t I be a wise, cocky, and cute bear?”

You analyze his face, making him turn his head from side to side as you suck on your teeth, “Nah,” you shake your head lightly at him, “Bum Bum is way cuter than you.”

He fakes a gasp as he brings his hand to his chest, “Take that back.”

“Nu uh.” You tease.

“Take it back!” He starts to come nearer and you know what’s about to happen. His fingers already wiggling in front of him.

“I said take it back or else I’m going to tickle you.” He threatens.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You stare at him straight in the eyes, a challenging tone coating your voice.

“Try me.” And his fingers go straight to your sides, tickling you until you plop down on the mat, you’re laughter echoing throughout the woods.

“Okay, okay!! I take it back!! Stop p-please!!” You manage to say in between his tickling attack.

“Say I’m cute!” Jongin moves his tickles to your neck and you squeeze your eyes shut as more laughter erupts out of you.

“F-fine!! You’re cute!!”

He finally stops as he laughs at you trying to catch your breath. When you finally open your eyes, it’s only now that you realize that his upper half is hovering over you, his lower half lay on your side and the distance between you leaves little to the imagination as his hands are positioned on either side of your head, caging you.

Jongin sees your eyes widen a bit and your cheeks growing a tint of red. This is his favorite view.

He inches nearer and removes the strays of hair that’s fallen on your face, “I think I like you much more than you think, Y/n.” He whispers just above your lips.

“And maybe I like you much more than you think, Jongin.” You whisper back.

He smiles at you and he licks his lips, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes, his desire to taste you once again growing stronger and stronger by the second, “Does this mean I get to kiss you whenever I want?”

You gaze at all the features on his face. From this close proximity, you can basically count all his eyelashes and map out all the little things you love – the crinkles at the sides of his eyes when he smiles, the chocolate brown color of his eyes, his smooth skin, perfect nose, adorable dimples, and his pillow-like lips that you can’t seem to get enough of.

“I think you ask too many questions.” Your voice just above a whisper.

He smirks at your response before he crashes his lips to yours. This kiss was different, it was needier. He moved his head from side to side as your arms wrap around his neck.

He licks your bottom lip and it made you gasp, he slips his tongue in and starts to caress yours. He tasted like wine and strawberries and you hum in approval as he deepens the kiss even more, nipping at your bottom lip as you fist his hair and he groans softly. His kisses moving to your jaw then slowly down your neck and you let out a small whimper.

He bites your neck a bit but before he can give you a mark, his phone starts to ring in his pocket which startles you.

“Fuck.” He mutters against your neck, the ringing turning his frustration into anger by the second at how it just fucking ruined the moment.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket to drop the call and he starts to kiss you hungrily once again and you moan into his mouth, only for it to be cut off by another ring of his phone.

“You should get that.” You said breathily in between kisses, still unable to process fully how he was devouring you.

“I’m busy.” He responds curtly as he presses his chest against yours, closing the gap between your bodies. Even if his whole body wasn’t hovering over you, the friction that his chest elicited against you was enough for you to feel yourself tingling in your core.

You both moan softly as your tongues dance with each other, savoring the combined taste of you both as you spill out your feelings towards each other into your kisses.

However, Jongin’s phone just can’t seem to stop ringing and you can’t help but feel off-put by the noise, “Jongin,” you breathe out as you pull away from his lips reluctantly, “just get it.”

Jongin presses his forehead against yours before sighing heavily, groaning before he mutters an apology before finally checking to see who’s calling him.

When he sees the caller ID, you see his jaw clench and his eyes narrow slightly.

“Who is it?” You caress his cheek and he brings his gaze back to you, softening significantly at the sight of your swollen lips and rose-tinted cheeks.

“No one important.” He shakes his head before leaning back down to give you a peck on the lips, peeling himself off you as he sits back up on the mat. His mood has definitely soured and you can tell just by the stiffness of his shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” You sit back up as well, turning to face him.

“Nothing.” He whispers, not meeting your eyes as he tries to focus on the view of the city’s skyline.

“Jongin..” You move a hand to his chin, forcing him to look at you, “You can tell me, you know?”

His eyes lock with yours as he removes your hand on his chin, taking it in his as he gives butterfly kisses to your knuckles. You smile at the gentle gesture but nudge him once again, making sure he knew that that wouldn’t distract you from your question.

He sighs as he reluctantly meets your eyes once again. He knows he can’t lie to you nor keep any secrets from you.

“That was my mom.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widen, “Why didn’t you answer? It might be important.”

“I told you, it’s not important.”

“Jongin, she’s your mom. How could it not be important?” Your eyebrows furrow worriedly as his expression changes.

“We’re just going to talk about the same thing and I’m tired of it.” He sighs as he lets go off your hand and you slowly move closer to him, wanting to learn more but also not wanting to push him away.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’m all ears.”

He only hums so you continue on, hoping that this would convince him to open up to you, “You know a lot about me and I’d love to know more about you too, Jongin..”

He looks at you and sees just how your eyes have turned doe-eyed and how your lips have formed a slight pout. He leans in closer, “I told you not to pout.” He kisses you softly before sighing and gazing at the view in front of you once more.

You wait patiently for him to speak up and before he does, he breathes deeply, “I’m not in good terms with my sister. Ever since my dad’s funeral, we haven’t spoken to each other. My mom’s been trying to get us both to talk and fix things but I just don’t think I can.”

“Was she the one calling you when we were talking about us the first time?” He only nods in reply.

“Why aren’t you and your sister not in good terms?”

“She said some pretty shitty things to me and maybe, I kind of believe everything she said.” He smiles sadly to himself.

“Like what kind of things..” You lace your arm around his, hoping that this would serve as a comforting gesture for him to open up.

He sighs but gratefully welcomes your embrace, “She said that maybe if I was home more often, he wouldn’t be worried sick all the time. That maybe if I talked to my dad more often, he wouldn’t be wondering about how I was doing. She said that I was the reason why my dad got sicker and ultimately why he stopped fighting to stay alive.”

You were shocked about what you were hearing. How could she blame Jongin for the death of their father? He wasn’t the reason why he got sick. He wasn’t the reason why he passed.

“Jongin,” you firmly grip his arm, “you shouldn’t blame yourself for your dad’s death. That isn’t something that anyone could control.”

“Am I not to blame though?” He chuckles lowly, sarcasm draping his tone. “I mean, she is right. I was barely home, I couldn’t even check up on him, couldn’t even return his calls.” He scoffs at himself.

“Even though you weren’t able to doesn’t mean that you’re the reason he died. Didn’t you tell me he’s been battling this sickness for a while? Why should the blame fall on you?” The sound of your voice was slowly starting to increase as you start to grow frustrated for Jongin.

“Because his last wish was for me to be by his side when he was in the hospital and though I tried to take care of him from time to time, my schedule just wouldn’t allow it. I also worked too hard to be where I am now and he was the one that pushed me to do the things I’m doing – to be able to enjoy what I love the most. I thought that working hard and staying focused was the best way to honor him but my sister thought differently.”

He releases a deep sigh, “She said that I was selfish and ungrateful and that I didn’t bring anything to my father except stress and hurt.”

You gasped quietly. How could someone be so cruel?

He laughs to himself as he reminisces the last time he saw his father. “I was so hurt by her words but funnily enough, I believed her. So I stayed away. Even if my dad would ask for me, I wouldn’t come because I just couldn’t see him in pain anymore knowing that I helped cause his pain..” He trails as you see his eyes start to glisten.

You immediately cup his face so that he could face you but his eyes refuse to meet yours, “I didn’t get to see him and say goodbye..” He grimaces.

“Jongin..” You inch closer, hugging him and rubbing your hands on his back. You didn’t know what to say. You knew a thing or two about grief and not being able to say goodbye but you didn’t know how to comfort someone who felt such immense guilt for something that was not their fault.

Ironic for someone who blames themselves for everything bad that’s happened in their life even though it was beyond your control.

So this is what it feels like.

This is what the boys probably felt as they tried to comfort you when you finally told them about the pains of your past – helplessness.

“Even though we all knew he was sick, I felt -- feel, as though I led him to face death quicker.” You feel him sigh against your shoulder and you hug him tighter, exhaling a breath as you feel his pain, “It’s my fault.” He quivers.

“Shh, shh. It’s not your fault, Jongin.” You pull him away from you, “Look at me.”

He lets his eyes meet yours slowly, the sadness in them causing you to inhale sharply. This is a sight you never want to see again. His pain and sadness has become yours and it’s now that you realized just how much Jongin affects you. How every emotion he feels echoes your soul. His joy could magnify your joy by ten but his sadness can also do the same.

If seeing Jongin like this causes you to feel this much for him, you wonder as well if he feels the same towards you. But with how he always manages to take care of you and make you feel as though you are never alone, that he’s always there by your side, you can’t not be here for him.

Jongin was your safe place and you’ll do everything you can to make sure you’re his.

“You are not to blame, Jongin. What your sister said could have been fueled by her own emotions as well at the time but you should not feel guilty about something you did not do. I know what it feels like to not be able to say goodbye,” You swallow down the lump in your throat as you try and fixate the determination in your voice, “and I understand the guilt eating you away and the sadness and pain you must have felt to not be able to say goodbye to your father. But you are not the reason why he passed, Jongin. It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault.”

You lean your forehead against his, “I won’t let you blame yourself.” You whisper.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for what’s happened to you either, Y/n..” He trails.

You knew he was right and everything was easier said than done for you both but if being in this journey of forgiveness was going to be hard, you’d want nothing more than to be on that journey with Jongin together.

After a short moment of silence, both your foreheads still pressed against each other, he finally mutters, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to have anything ruin this date.”

You eye him in disbelief, “You didn’t ruin anything, Jongin. I’m so happy you opened up to me. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to keep things from me. I don’t want that for us..”

Jongin felt relief rush through him. Not only did you understand his deepest emotions but you've also managed to ebb away all the doubt and guilt that has been creeping up on him for so long.

He doesn’t know how you do it when everyone else has been trying their hardest to help him get by but there was just something about you that ultimately brightens his soul.

And he vows from this moment on to cherish you for everything you have done for him so far.

He pulls away from you as he scans your face, bringing his hand to cup your cheek as he slowly leans in to steal a long and gentle kiss. “Okay, no secrets, my love.”

My love.

You give him a warm smile as you lean into his touch, you can’t help but feel giddy at his pet name for you – a pet name only he can call you. It makes you wonder if these feelings you have for each other are becoming too fast-paced but deep down you knew that everything about this felt right.

He wasn’t Rowoon and he never will be. Rowoon never made you feel taken care of, never made you feel like you weren’t ever alone. Rowoon never made you feel understood or loved.

And it may be too early to tell and even admit to yourself but slowly and surely, you knew that you were falling in love with Kim Jongin.

“You can always count on me, Jongin.” You smile at him, trying to make sure that your tone is convincing enough and relays just how genuine your words are.

He leans in and kisses you softly again, “And you can always count on me, Y/n. Thank you..” He whispers against your lips.

You continue talking, kissing, laughing, teasing, until your eyes start feeling heavy and the alcohol is slowly starting to make you tipsier and tipsier.

You both lay flat against the picnic mat as Jongin points out stars to you, telling you why their beauty could never compare to yours and you smack him on the chest as you laugh to your heart’s content.

He fakes a wince from your hit, “I think alcohol makes you ten times stronger or something.”

“You’re just weak, Jongin.” You snicker.

He brings you closer to him, wrapping you in his arms and cuddling you as you lay your head on his chest and he places a kiss to the top of your head, “Weak only for you.”

You swat at his chest again lightly as you giggle, “You’re such a sap.”

Jongin chuckles at your retort, “You want to head back inside now? Your eyes keep on closing.” He whispers and you’re too sleepy to use words now as you nod in agreement.

He slowly stands up and you reach your arms out to him causing him to chuckle softly as he helps you get up from the picnic mat. You both clean up and make your way back to the house but not before Jongin pins you against a tree, suddenly caging you with his arms as he hungrily takes your lips once again.

His kisses travel from your lips, down your jaw, until finally reaching your neck. He devoured every bit of you he could and savored every reaction he got from you. From how you moan in his mouth, how you whimpered when he nipped on your neck, and how you chest heaved up and down as his grip on your waist tightened.

You make out for what seems like forever until he hesitatingly stops, your eyes are closed and you seem to be chasing his lips unconsciously and he giggles at you, “Can’t get enough, I see.” He smirks, lust coating his voice and you have to close your legs together to hopefully get rid of the warmth you’re feeling in between your legs.

“You’re the one who put me against a tree and started making out with me.” You raise an eyebrow at him, “So I think it’s you who can’t get enough.” You bite your lips and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just being drunk on him that makes you have this newfound confidence as your voice drips in seduction.

He licks his lips and his gaze turns darker, if his eyes could strip you off your clothing, you’d be naked right now in the middle of the woods.

Jongin was seriously hanging by a thread from keeping himself from trying to fuck you right here and now.

“Let’s head inside before I do something.. drastic.” His tone turns low and his gaze is hypnotizing. All you can manage is a gulp.

He chuckles at you and just like that, he manages to turn back into Kim Jongin. That sexy demon just a few seconds ago was not Jongin, that was someone else. Maybe that was what people were raving about when it came to him.

Yes, I’ve looked him up, okay? How could I not? And, yes. I’ve watched all the fancams. I probably died and got resurrected several times.

No, that person that just made your core tingle, that made you want to let him devour you with just one look.

That was Kai.

A/N: WELL HELLO. Told ya’ll smut was coming buuuuut not quite yet. (Please don’t kill me hahaha at least ya’ll got a sneak peek). Anyways, the next chapter will definitely have smut. I PROMISE LMAO. I hope you enjoyed this round of updates! Stay tuned next week for 3 new chapters! I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far! I super appreciate and love all your support and lovely messages. <3

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Summer Love

Pairings: Chanyeol x Y/N

Song reference/inspiration: August by Taylor Swift

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

A/N: So I've been listening to Taylor Swift a lot these days and I literally just found out about The Teenage Love Triangle thing in her Folklore album. It gave me inspiration to write this. 😄 It's been a while since I wrote for EXO so here's my first EXO fanfic for 2021! I hope I did Taylor Swift's song justice. Please let me know your thoughts~

You could hear the loud music playing at the club from a block away. You really didn’t plan on going out at all, too tired from your shift at the yogurt shop that you worked part time at. But your friends were insistent.

“God, I need a break,” you messaged your friends, ranting about how work was tiring. If there was one thing you learned about your work, it was that people come flooding in at the shop for frozen yogurt every summer. You couldn’t blame them for it, of course. The heat was unbearable, people would buy anything cold to beat the heat.

“Then let’s go to the club tonight!” Krystal messaged back.

You groaned. You should’ve expected she was going to say that. But the “break” you meant was more of “needing more time to rest” than a “I need a fucking drink.”

You were about to explain to her that you weren’t in the mood to drink but the rest of your friends had already agreed with her. You closed the group chat and massaged your head.

You knew your friends like the back of your hand so you expected them to give you reasons why you should go clubbing with them. Hell, they would probably even make a powerpoint presentation to convince you. And you have to ready yourself for that level of extra, hence, the head massage.

But your friends knew you the same way you knew them so when you didn’t reply after two minutes, they came to the conclusion that you didn’t want to go. You were, after all, the person who always replied instantly — whenever, wherever. Even at work, that’s why they have your schedule so they can avoid messaging you during your shifts.

By the third minute of silence, yes, you counted , a series of messages flooded your phone. As expected, their messages were reasons why you should go to the club with them. One, it was summer so there’s no school work to catch up on. Two, you don’t have work the next day so there’s no need to worry about getting a hangover. Three, alcohol, that’s enough explanation.

You snorted at that.

They listed plenty more reasons but the one that convinced you was that you haven’t seen them in a while since summer break started. So without reading more of their reasons, you replied with a simple, “Ugh, fine.”

When you entered the club, you immediately scanned the area to look for your group of friends. But instead of finding them, your breath hitched as your eyes locked with someone else. He was tall and gorgeous. And hot. Yeah, definitely hot. You shamelessly ogle at his form. From his silver locks to the chain necklaces he was adorned with to the thin white sleeveless shirt he was wearing that was tucked in his denim pants. It was like he wasn’t even trying with his style yet he looked tempting.

And if there’s one known fact about you, it was that you lacked self control.

If you knew you’d find a guy like him that night, you would’ve worn the short black dress you owned or your favorite red satin dress, instead of the gold mini dress you were wearing.

There was nothing really wrong about the dress you’re wearing. It fits you like a glove and it shows a generous amount of skin, but it screams sophistication and elegance. Something that was the opposite of you, but you liked to play pretend sometimes.

But still, red and black were the sexiest colors. Both sexually alluring — arousing, even. And those were what you needed him to see, to feel.

By the time you had shifted your eyes to look back up his handsome face, you saw that his eyes were still traveling over your body.

Okay, maybe gold was fine.

Before anything else could happen, however, Krystal, Lia, and Rose had tackled you in a hug. You wanted to roll your eyes at them. Talk about perfect timing. They started chattering off about how they missed you, oblivious to your encounter with the man.

Before they could whisk you off to the table they claimed, you stole another glance at the hot stranger. His eyes were still on you and you couldn’t stop the small smirk that crept into your face.

Your friends shared stories about what happened to them since summer break started, meanwhile you ranted about your work and how hectic it had been. As the conversation continued, alcohol came and went. Overall, it was fun hanging out with your over-the-top friends.

Every now and then you look at the hot stranger. You were tempted to just get up and go directly to him and just kiss him but not now when he was finally graced with the presence of his friend. Not now when your friends were still there with you.

Not yet.

When your friends got borderline drunk, they stood up and went to the dance floor. You knew then that they weren’t going to come back.

They were always like that when they got a hold of the liquid courage. By the time they’d dance off, they would find a man to spend the night with and not bother to say goodbye. And then the next thing you’ll know, they’ll be updating you on the group chat about how their night went. That’s what always happens every time you all go out clubbing so you were quite used to it.

You waved them off as they made their way to the dance floor. You downed another drink and found yourself looking over at the location of the hot stranger once again.

You watched as his friend got up and left him when he saw your friends heading to the dance floor. He’s probably interested in one of them. Or all of them. You didn’t know. You didn’t care.

Despite the distance, you could almost hear the sigh of relief your hot stranger released. Yes, you claimed him already. When he lost sight of his friend on the crowded dance floor, he immediately snapped his head to your direction. You smirked as he did so.

You made your way towards him. You could tell he was entranced with your body. The lust was written all over his face.

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted as you sat beside him. Your dress had hitched up and you didn’t bother adjusting it. Why would you when he was eyeing your legs like that? Like he’s one breath away to opening them up.

Once he’s gotten his fill on the sight of your legs, his eyes once again traveled the entirety of your body before settling his eyes on your face.

If only it wasn’t indecent to take him then and there, ugh.

“Chanyeol,” he introduced himself as he placed a kiss on your hand.

You hummed and told him your name, “So Chanyeol, I noticed you looked a little bit bored a while ago,” then you leaned in and whispered to his ear, “don’t you want to do something fun?”

He tilted his head so that his lips touched your neck when he talked and then placed his hand on your thigh, “My place is just around the corner,” was his answer.

He gave your leg a little squeeze before offering his hand to help you stand up.

The next thing you knew, he was fervently kissing you after he shut the door to his room. He tasted like cigarettes but also something sweet that you just can’t name. But the taste doesn’t really matter to you, what matters was how he was using his lips. And, god, was he good at using his lips.

His hands wandered around your body while yours trailed over his toned chest and abs. He grabbed your butt and slammed you to the door, bringing his erection closer to your pussy.

You instinctively rubbed against him, moaning at the much needed friction. He brought his lips to your neck and nibbled your sensitive skin.

Then he slipped his hand under your skirt, feeling your damp panties.

“Please Chanyeol,” you moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Are you sure?”

You huffed but said, “Never have I ever been so sure.”

He moved your panties to the side and slid a finger in you. “You’re so wet, babe,” he said as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

“Chanyeol, hng, more.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He added another finger while you cursed at how good it felt. He was leaving kisses all over your neck, you were pretty sure you’d be painted with reds and purples by the end of the night.

You were in a daze but you weren’t just going to let him do all the work. Your hands quickly went on to undo his belt and his pants. You freed his hard shaft from the offensive garment and gave it a few strokes. Then you spit on your palm and finally gave the attention his cock deserved.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he mewled.

You went back to kissing him after his statement. It was like there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you — both of you wanted to get on the bed — so he carried you there, never once pulling away from the kiss.

As your bum touches his mattress, he immediately strips himself of his clothes while you shimmied out of your dress.

You were able to remove only your dress when he locked his lips with you once again. He laid you down on the bed, his left hand groping your breast.

When he pulled back, he took his time in scanning your body. You bit your lip to prevent a whine from the sudden lack of contact.

“You’re so sexy, babe. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“Then do it, Chanyeol.” You looked up at him.

The sight was something to behold. Chanyeol on top of you, naked — his skin glistening with sweat, and the light makes him look perfect. His muscles were flexing as he breathed. The sight increased your arousal by tenfold.

You rubbed your cunt to his shaft to grab his attention since he was back to ogling your body. The action snapped him out of his trance and he quickly unhooked your bra and removed your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room. He took your right nipple in his mouth and sucked while he squeezed your left boob. On reflex, you arched your back as he gave attention to your breasts. He shifted between your two mounds. You moaned in delight from the sensation.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he abruptly inserted two fingers to your core. You cried at the sudden intrusion. He expertly fingered you. You closed your eyes and relished on the way he was making you feel.

You felt him shift but he didn’t stop the onslaught to your cunt so you paid no attention to this. You released a whimper when all of a sudden he slipped his fingers out of you. You peeked at him, ready to scold him because he pulled out just when you were about to cum. But what greeted you was the view of Chanyeol putting on a condom.

“Sorry babe, I couldn’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you,” he said, not a hint of regret in his tone.

You gulped as you saw his big, veiny cock. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised.

Then he shoved his dick to your pussy. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You grit your teeth, he was big and you felt so full. He waited a while for you to adjust to his size when he bottomed out.

“Fuck me, Chanyeol,” you begged.

The moment the words slipped out of your mouth, he obliged and pounded into you. His thrusts were so powerful that you couldn’t help but moan and gasp. He shifted a little, the position let him adjust his pace to a much faster one.

Lewd, sinful noises came out of your mouth as he fucked you hard, fulfilling his promise. “Who’s making you feel this good?” He asked cockily.

“Y-you are,” you stuttered.

“Say my name.”

“Cha-Chanyeol. Fuck. You make m-me feel so g-good Chanyeol.”

He was driving you to your climax so fast from his ministrations. You were clenching on his cock the closer you got to your release. His hand found its way to your clit and he rubbed it.

You spasmed as you reached your high. Chanyeol was quick to follow after a few harsh thrusts. After he came, he stood up to throw the used condom and grabbed a wet towel to clean you up. He was so gentle at doing it and you found yourself closing your eyes at how relaxing it was. The tiredness from work and the sex caught up with you. You didn’t even intend to sleep yet, but when you closed your eyes, nothing stopped you from falling asleep.

Chanyeol was nice enough not to kick you out after the sexual encounter. You thank the gods above that you woke up before Chanyeol did, because you knew it would be too awkward if he woke up before you. This was supposed to be a one night stand after all.

You slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Chanyeol from his slumber. You quickly put on your clothes, well, as fast as your aching body could anyway. You tiptoed out of his room and left.

There wasn’t any need to write a note for him or whatever. Sure, the sex was good, amazing even, but you know nothing about him aside from his name and address. He could be a completely different person when he’s sober, you’ll never really know.

But fate had other plans for the two of you.

It was a week after that event that you saw Chanyeol again. You were driving home, taking in the view of the city. He was walking slowly, seemingly lost in thought, under the streetlights two blocks away from the yogurt shop you worked at.

You debated on whether or not to call him. He looked quite distant and lonely. If you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, you wouldn’t have thought that it was Chanyeol.

This Chanyeol looked the opposite of the Chanyeol you met at the club. There wasn’t any trace of cockiness. Even the smile you saw that he easily gave away to his friend was gone.

As if your body has a mind of its own, you found yourself pulling up and rolling down the window, “Chanyeol!”

He whipped his head to look at you, shocked. It kind of seemed like he saw a ghost. You chuckled.

“Get in, let’s drive!”

Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this. Chanyeol was a stranger after all, but oddly, he did feel familiar.

He looked reluctant but eventually he gave in. The car ride was quiet. You didn’t mind though, you like the silence so you didn’t attempt to break it.

Initially, you didn’t have any destination in mind, you were just driving aimlessly. You thought you were making random turns but then you realized you were going to the quieter parts of the city and into the location you’d always go to when you were feeling blue. It was fitting, Chanyeol did look like a darker shade of blue after all and no, you weren’t talking about his physical appearance.

You stopped your car by the cliff overlooking the city. There, everything looked small and less overwhelming. When you were there, it always made you feel like your problems were trivial things and it calmed you down.

You stepped out of the car, sat on the hood and watched as the sun set. The sun was giving the busy city a golden glow.

After a few minutes, Chanyeol got out of the car as well and sat beside you, taking in the view of the city. For the first time since you picked him up, a genuine smile had made its way into his face.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, never taking his sight away from the beautiful view.

You looked over at him, his features looked like he was relaxed. His blue faded and changed into a warm yellow. He looked better like that.

“Yeah, no problem.”

The both of you stayed there until the sky had turned black and it was the city lights’ turn to shine.

“Come on, Chanyeol, let’s head back.”

“Right.”

You were a block away from Chanyeol’s flat when he spoke up again. “Sorry I took up your time.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t have anything to do anyway,” you said nonchalantly.

By the time you reached his place, you turned to him, “So—”

You didn’t even get to finish whatever you were about to say when he cupped your face and kissed you. You were surprised but you kissed back anyway. And just like the first time you met him, you ended up tangled in his sheets, begging him to fuck you.

The third time you met him it was probably the hottest day of summer. You were in the mall to cool down. You’d rather be there than use the air conditioner in your room and take extra shifts to pay for the electricity.

You were wandering inside the mall, just looking through different shops and avoiding any crowded area in general.

“What are you doing?”

You got startled at the sudden sound.

“Chanyeol? What the fuck, I almost dropped this mug because of you!” You exclaimed.

He chuckled, “Sorry. It’s just that I noticed you looked a little bored.”

Oh, so he was using your lines now. You raised your brow and crossed your arms, waiting for what he’s going to say next. But the action only emphasized your breasts and of course Chanyeol just had to look.

“Don’t you want to do something fun?”

You smirked, “Only if it doesn’t involve sweating.”

“I can work with that.”

And work with that he did. You ended up being bent over under the shower as he fucked you relentlessly.

The only difference with this encounter from the rest was the piece of paper you found in the pocket of your shorts. Scribbled there was his number and a simple “Thank you.”

You didn’t even hesitate to message him as soon as you found it. He replied in an instant and surprisingly, he was pretty decent to talk with. You don’t talk about the nights of passion, but you do talk about yourselves.

For the first time since you met him, he was shedding his layers, and this time, these layers weren’t his clothes.

The next time you met up, it was intentional. One day he called, “Meet me behind the mall.” He didn’t have to ask twice, you’d go regardless.

By the time he arrived, he was riding a motorcycle. He shook his head as he removed his helmet. Then he ruffled his silver hair.

God, he was attractive.

“Hop in, babe,” he said as he hands you another helmet.

You grinned. It was your first time to ride a motorcycle and you couldn’t stop your excitement from showing.

He drove to an abandoned parking lot and for a moment you were confused. “What are we doing here?”

“Don’t you want to do something fun?” He smirked.

Your eyes widened. You definitely didn’t want to do that here.

He only laughed at your reaction. “I’m kidding! I mean, technically, I’m not.”

Your brows had furrowed. “Huh?”

“I’ll teach you how to ride this baby,” he said as he patted his motorcycle, “It’ll be fun.”

You squealed. “Really?”

He rolled his eyes but he had a faint smile, “Yeah.”

Chanyeol was a great teacher, but you liked to tease him so you purposely acted like you couldn’t understand him. You could tell his patience was wearing thin after two hours of him teaching you to no fruition.

“Okay, okay, let me try. Like, alone now,” you said.

He frowned, obviously unimpressed with your statement. Of course, he’d react that way, it was his baby, you just might crash it.

“I promise I’ll do my best,” you pleaded.

“Fine,” he reluctantly said.

“Thank you!”

You grinned at him as you got ready while he only pouted. But the pout had been replaced with a look of surprise when you finally rode and drove his bike.

And by the end of the day, his motorcycle wasn’t the only thing you got to ride.

The next few times you met up, you always ended up beneath him. But there were also days when he’d take you out — to a diner that was barely visited by people, to an arcade somewhere downtown, to the cliff overlooking the city.

Dates with Chanyeol were fun and weren’t overwhelming at all. He never brought you to places with too many crowds. It was intimate, the moments were shared between only the two of you.

It got to a point where you basically spent everyday with him. You would even cancel plans with your friends, just waiting for his call. Before you knew it, you were falling for him.

What sealed your feelings was the time he brought you to their beach house where you both spent the day swimming and chasing each other around.

“I want you,” he said as the night came.

Wanting was enough for you.

By the time you were both panting after the sexual activity, he turned his back to you and looked out the window, his facial expression as calm as the sea. You thought you had him then. You thought he was yours and you were his.

That is until you saw him at a record shop. You were there first, scanning through sections, looking for the 5 Seconds of Summer CD you wanted to purchase for so long. You paid no attention to your surroundings, too busy with your task.

And then you heard Chanyeol’s name being mentioned by a guy. Curiously, you hid behind a shelf and peeked. Chanyeol was there and you unconsciously smiled at the sight of him.

“Chanyeol, dude, be honest, are you seeing Y/N?”

Chanyeol looked confused. “Who’s Y/N?”

Your heart dropped at his answer.

“Don’t act so clueless.”

“I don’t know any Y/N.” He looked genuinely at a loss.

“Inez told me she saw you and Y/N at the arcade a couple of weeks ago. Did you even break up with your girlfriend?”

Your vision was already blurry when he said he didn’t know you but you tensed up at his friend’s question.

Chanyeol has a girlfriend?

You didn’t bother staying there to listen in to their conversation anymore. Your tears had already started falling so you quickly rushed out of the shop, keeping your head down low.

There were a lot of thoughts running through your mind.

“Chanyeol didn’t know my name… Is that why he only called me babe or kitten?”

“Chanyeol has a girlfriend and he cheated on her with me.”

“Was his girlfriend the reason why he only brought you out to secluded areas? Meeting only behind the mall? Driving to the quieter parts of the city to hang out?”

You were so frustrated at him and at yourself. You let him charm you. You let him worm his way into your heart. You let him make you fall in love.

So much for summer love.

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baekxytocin · 2 years

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Stronger As One - Chapter Four

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Fantasy, Imagination, Superpowers

Character:

EXO Members

Baekhyun and Reader

‘You are our family, you are our world, you are our healer, you are our everything’

Note: All unfamiliar, unknown names or anything strange found here are generated for fanfic usage only.

Note: May contain violence. Reader discretion is advised.

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That night, they stay at the Nimplecorn Forest. While everyone having their good time, Sehun notices Lay sitting a bit further from them, while watching the stars at the sky.

“Hyung? Are you okay? You look sad” Sehun tries to converse with Lay. “I’m okay. You can go rest or have a chat with them” Lay tries to hide his sorrow. “Is anything wrong? You really looks, upset with something. Are we hurting you?” Sehun investigates. Lay shakes his head. “I’m actually, quite sad to know that my powers are limited, and seeing D.O. can’t be healed by my…. Petty powers…. Ugh….. I feel useless. I can’t do anything” Lay sighs.

“Hyung, we are thankful you’re still alive. We were agonised when you were frozen at the Frozen Crystal Valley. Stop feeling that you are nothing. You are our family, you are our world, you are our healer, you are our everything. Without you, who is going to heal us back in EXO planet? Without you, D.O. might be dead by now. Hyung, we are human, not full elementals. Stop blaming yourself,” Sehun comforts Lay.

Lay finally smiles upon hearing those words from their youngest warrior brother. “I wonder why need another day for me, while you guys, just given a test suddenly, and given new powers at the same day,” Lay lets out another heavy sigh. “Hyung, don’t worry. I’m sure it will be good, nice and heavy power skill for you to bear. Maybe that’s why Porsephine needs us to take a rest,” Sehun keeps motivating Lay. “Can you go with me tomorrow to see Porsephine? I don’t know what will happen”, and Sehun agree right away. Soon, all of them sleep under the shining moonlight.

The next morning, Lay and Sehun goes to the same place as yesterday to see Porsephine. “Good morning, my children. Are you having a good night sleep?” Sehun smiles but Lay just keep quiet. “Well, I’m sure that your brother here concern about how to use his new powers he got yesterday.” Porsephine laughs. “W…. What? New powers? When…. When did you gave me new powers….?” Lay astounded hearing words from Porsephine. “Remember the healing wave I used to save your sick brother? I’ve added an extra power just for you” Porsephine answers.

“Follow me.” Sehun and Lay follows the unicorn to an open area, when suddenly Sehun collapse on the ground. “Sehun! No! What’s happening??” Lay panics. “Don’t be scared, dear child. I just steal some health from your friend. He won’t die, I promise. Now…. Why don’t you steal a health from these creatures and transfer to him?” Porsephine begin her teaching.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to steal! Please teach me! No! Please save him first” Lay cries. Porsephine gets closer. “Shhh…. Don’t get anxious. Follow what I teach you, and you’ll be fine.” Lay calms himself down. He begin focusing on his power, while motion his hands on the creature. The creature slowly falls down. Lay can sense something in him, and he believes that is the health he has stolen from the creature. He quickly turns to Sehun and heals him immediately.

Sehun feels refresh, and stands up. “Wow, I feel so dizzy, almost can’t breathe” Sehun patting his chest lightly. Meanwhile, Lay is still confused of what’s happening. “Dear child, you just mastered health stealing power. You can use this against the Darkmore forces, and bring them down. Make them sick and transfer the health to your warrior brothers if they injured” Porsephine utters. “Now, why don’t you cast a healing wave like I did yesterday? Feel your power as they have grown. Not just you can heal faster, you can even heal many things, including what you saw yesterday.” The unicorn continues.

Lay focus on his strength again. Soon after, a healing wave casted, and everyone there; the creature, Porsephine and Sehun healed by Lay. Sehun feels refresh and stronger. “There you go. Since you have mastered health stealing and healing wave, you are ready to fight Darkmore forces” Porsephine compliments Lay. He smiles as Sehun hugs him. They thanked the unicorn and return to their brothers.

“Thank you for your help again, Porsephine. We will never forget this. If we have chance, we will meet again” D.O. expressed his gratitude to Porsephine. “As we are too, dear children. Now, since each of you has obtained new powers, use your powers wisely to bring down Darkmore forces, and save your princess. Remember, you are unbreakable as one…. Be careful, for I can feel Darkmore powers has gotten stronger as well…. You must go now before it’s too late” Porsephine advises them.

The nine warriors finally reached at their final destination, the Darkmore Planet. It’s not surprising when the planet is as dark, gloomy, eerie as its name. “It’s…. creepy in here,” Kai walks closer with his brothers as they explore through the planet. “Yes, it is. This place is full of creeps, and all creatures that allies with Darkmore as well. Keep your eyes peeled, war can start anytime until we reached Darkmore Stronghold and defeat him” Suho warns his brothers.

“Ha!!!! You really are stubborn, aren’t you? You followed us all the way here! You think you can destroy us in our own home ground? Keep dreaming!!” The warriors are attacked by the first line of Darkmore defences, comprises skellies, few harpies controlled by one of Darkmore soldiers. Suho commencing the attack by drowning the soldier in the water bubble. Xiumin sees the skellies group, frost and break them down into pieces. Sehun notices the harpies. He uses his wind power and disturb their flying motion and smashes them to the ground.

They walk through again, closer to Darkmore Stronghold. This time a second line of Darkmore defence emerged with more harpies, wyverns, skellies and few similar toxic creatures they found in the Fire Cave. “Careful of their spits!” Chanyeol snaps his finger and fire slugs appear. He orders them to combine to become a large fire monster. The fire slugs happily to follow Chanyeol’s instructions. Assisted by Sehun’s wind power, Chanyeol and his fire monster friend successfully burned down the toxic monsters along with the skellies after avoiding few dangerous spits from them. D.O. spots the flying teams. “You’re going down!” D.O. channels his gravity manipulation towards the harpies and wyverns. One by one, the flying teams crashes to the ground.

“Is…. That….. Darkmore…. Stronghold?” Kai points at the massive building. “I believe so. Come on guys” Suho leads them. Before they able to step further, another line of Darkmore guards stopping them at the stronghold bridge. “Die!!” the Darkmore guards however, launch their dark powers towards the warriors. “Wow! Is everyone okay?” Baekhyun asked. All nods at him. Lay sees the opportunity and focus his health stealing powers. One of the guards suddenly faints. “What happened?? Retreat! Inform our Majestic King!” The guards are in shock when another guard faints, they decided to fall back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” D.O. holds his fist, pulling their gravity down. “Why…. So…. Heavy??” The guards having trouble to walk. “Shall we end them?” Chen and D.O. smirking at each other. Chen motions hand flicking a few times, and a wave of lightning bolts electrifies the guards.

“YOU WILL REGRET COMING HERE!!!!”

All of them stoned upon hearing the loud voice. A sudden earthquake outbreaks the area. “Run to the stronghold!” Kai shouts. Unfortunately, the quake hits directly where Baekhyun stands, sending him down. “NOOOO!!!! BAEKHYUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!”

The earthquake gets stronger, and they hastily enters the stronghold, and soon after the entrance completely blocked by the pile of rubbles fell due to the quake. “I can’t see anything….” Chanyeol flicks his hand, and two of his fire slug friends comes out. “Light up the way, friends” Chanyeol orders them. “Yeeeeeeee” The fire slugs merrily light up anything flammable around them.

“Baekhyun hyung….” Kai and Sehun cries instantly. “No, I’m sure he’s fine. He’s…. going to be fine….” Suho trying to comfort them, but ends up crying as well. “But he’s…. he’s…. fall to the ground’s core….” Kai recalled the scene, making him bawling more. The other warriors started to shed tears as well, except for Lay. He takes a seat among the rubble piles, and meditate for a moment. D.O. sees Lay, and carefully gets near him. “Lay hyung….”

“Please endure, please endure….” Lay mutters to himself. “Lay hyung, who are you talking to….?” D.O. asks. However, Lay still in meditation, he unable to focus on D.O.’s words. D.O. waits until Lay finishes his meditation. “Hyung? What happen? Who’s enduring?” D.O. asks him again.

“I’m not 100% sure, but I can still feel Baekhyun’s energy here. It’s very weak, but I still can feel it” Lay sighs. “I…. Somehow, sense another similar energy like me…. I believe it’s Princess Y/N” Lay continues. “MEANS THEY’RE STILL ALIVE!!” D.O.’s loud voice surprised the other warriors. “Who??” Suho wipe his tears and gets closer to both of them. “Baekhyun and Princess Y/N. I can sense two weak energies, but I don’t know their exact location. But, it’s somewhere in this stronghold.” Lay explains.

Their hopes ablaze once more after hearing words from Lay. “I guess in this stronghold, there must be a prison or something” Chen interprets. Xiumin nods in agreement. “Let’s go, my brothers. Let’s go save Baekhyun hyung and Princess Y/N, and let’s kill this Darkmore!” right after Kai finishes his words, few Darkmore guards as well as more dark creatures come to demolish them. However, with their great powers, they manage to abolish them all.

“Lay, where do you sense their energy just now?” Suho implores. Lay points his finger down. “We should save them first. We should never face Darkmore without Baekhyun, and we should never leave this stronghold without them two” and all of them agree with Suho. Lay casts a healing wave once and they regain their energy.

On the other hand….

“Baekhyun? Is that you? Baekhyun, wake up….” he finally awaken from his faint, when he hears someone calling his name. He realise the crystal necklace he wore shines dimly, and saw a familiar face right in front of him. “Princess…. Princess Y/N! Ugh…. My head….” He still not completely healed from the fall. “Wait, wait….” He notice some powers within you, channelling to him when you touches his face. He emits a light orb from him to brighten up the place. “Where are we?” Baekhyun asks you.

“We’re at the Darkmore dungeon. There’s something shaking just now, and after that I saw you here. What happened? Why are you alone?” you exclaimed when seeing him. “I fell down after a quake, and got separated with the other brothers. But, I didn’t know you have powers too….” Baekhyun answers and question you back. “My healing powers may not as strong as Lay or all of you; but I hope my powers healed your pain just now” you smile. “I don’t feel pain anymore, thank you, and I’m glad you’re safe, Princess” Baekhyun smiles at you back.

“So, how do we get out from here?” You ask him. “Well…. We break down that dungeon cell, and then we must find other warriors before more Darkmore soldiers or Darkmore himself catches us.” You agree with him. With his light power, he launch a bolt of light to break the dungeon cell. “Alright. Let’s be careful here. Let’s find them fast before Darkmore soldiers notice we’re gone from the dungeon” he holds your hand and lead the way throughout the stronghold.

Both of you slowly course through the stronghold. You two manage to get past through some sleeping guards. However, both of you stuck at the giant creature. “Gronost. That’s why I can’t get out from here. Dark golem, but has wings, and breath some kind of I don’t know, dark smoke or something. I ever seen this creature in action once, the mortal soul sucked into this golem, they turned into skellies” you explain softly. “That’s scary. It’s best to not wake that up” Baekhyun made disgusting faces.

You two successfully passed through the Gronost, but along the way, you encountered a group of Darkmore soldiers. “How did you escape the dungeon??” The Darkmore soldiers chasing you and Baekhyun. Sadly, you two are surrounded by the soldiers. “Catch the princess!! Just kill the man who escape with her!” one of the Darkmore soldiers orders the fighters to take you. “Not again!” Since you know that your father has sent his loyal warriors to save you, you find the courage to fight them. Few Darkmore sorcerers cast a dark spell to capture you. Before their powers hit both of you, you quickly cast a light barrier, sweeping the area with the light powers. Some of the forces eliminated, while some of them black out. You take the chances and run away with Baekhyun.

“I don’t think everyone was wiped out just now. But I hope that is enough time for us to stall them and find the other warriors” you make a short calculation, when you notice Baekhyun stares at you. “Princess Y/N…. You…. have light powers too?” Baekhyun curious. “I actually possess absorption power. I can absorb powers from other people who has superpowers. It’s not many, but I guess my bravery made it stronger. Darkmore knows about it long time already, and that’s why he captured me. He intend to use my powers so he can use me for evil deeds, of course I don’t want that. But, it all happened too fast. I was in the market with your three brother warriors, and suddenly, someone knocked me out. The next thing I know, I was transferred to many places, travelled to many planets, before sent to the dungeon. How is your three brothers? Are they fine?”

Baekhyun stares at the floor. You quickly understood the meaning. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry…. I don’t know…. I passed out after someone knocked me. I don’t even get to see them…. I’m a bad princess after all, how am I going to rule the kingdom….” But Baekhyun comforts you. “It’s not your fault, Princess. It’s Darkmore. It’s his fault that our brothers fallen, and we will take revenge on it, save you, and we return back together to EXO Planet in glory.”

Meanwhile, “Damn!! Her power’s grown! After her!!!!” The Darkmore fighters keep pursuing you after they regain consciousness from the faint.

“Wait…. Wait! Baekhyun’s energy! Princess energy! They’re closer! This way!” Lay leads their brother to a hall.

“Welcome, hahaha…. I’m good, am I?”

To be continued….

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marshmallow-phd · 3 years

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Scarlet Moon

Genre: Scarlet Heart Ryeo!AU, Time Travel!AU, Alternate History, Royalty!AU

Pairing: OC x EXO OT9

Summary: This isn’t Gwen’s time. She was from the modern era, with technology and electricity. But during a solar eclipse, she’s transported back into a previous life in a time and place she does not know. Now, as the foreign daughter of a merchant living in a prince’s household, she must tread carefully, watch her back, and guard her heart. But with the princes locked in a battle over the throne, the chances of her making it out alive might disappear.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3

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The paper sliced across the skin before any action could be taken to avoid it. A high pitched hiss followed by a short whine. The flap of skin that had been separated was being dyed red.

Gwen stuck her index finger in her mouth to sooth the stinging. It helped a little bit. Still sucking on the appendage, Gwen stumbled over to the supply closet and opened the thin metal doors with the other hand. She kept this feat up as she opened the first aid kit and pushed around the different types of bandages, trying to decide which one to use. The cut was right on the tip, right where you never want it to be. It was hard to get a band aid on that kind of cut. Eventually, she found a smaller version of a standard design and ripped the paper covering opening. She wrapped the band aid around her index finger before heading for her desk. It was back to the files that had injured her in the first place.

The pile was tall; by her standards, at least. Gwen had been dealing with it for the past hour. The dates on the files needed sorting, separating the ones could be sent to long-term storage. She almost gave out another whine, but she didn’t want the others to hear and start the relentless teasing. Her coworkers were quick and very witty.

It was a friendly floor. Everyone joked and played around without the fear of feelings being hurt. If Gwen didn’t have to do the actual work that came with the office space, she wouldn’t mind staying here forever. But dealing with these files and demanding customers and meeting quotas was not what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Not that Gwen knew exactly what it was that she did want to do. She’d tried a lot of things over the last few years in her slow going college years. Marketing, history, education - hell, she even took several makeup courses and skincare lessons that focused on natural resources. None of it stuck, none of it held her interest, though the information could be recalled if needed.

“You alright there, Gwen?”

Drudging up from the bowels of her thoughts, Gwen looked up at Kimberly, who had stopped at her desk on the way back from the printer.

“Yeah,” Gwen nodded with a sigh. “Just… ready for the week to be over.”

“Ain’t that the consensus,” Kimberly laughed.

“How are the dogs?” Gwen was seizing the opportunity to distract herself from work. Kimberly owned two dogs with opposite personalities. One was the well-mannered older brother, the other was the skittish, hyper younger brother. She loved to talk about them and there was never a shortage of entertaining stories.

Kimberly rolled her eyes. “Kurt is back to back to demanding his breakfast at five a.m. Oh, but Kent now does this thing where he walks backwards. Whenever he starts doing that, we’ll beep at him. You know, like the garbage trucks? Then he gets all shy and hides his head.”

Gwen couldn’t stop giggling at the thought. “Oh, the poor thing!”

“You’ll have to see it next time you come over.”

“I can’t wait.”

As Kimberly walked away, Gwen sighed. She didn’t get out too much and the humor that most of her socializing outside of work was with one of her coworkers wasn’t lost on her. Just another dart to throw at the board that was Gwen Sinclair.

It wasn’t like her life was a complete disaster. Really, it could have been worse. She could imagine a thousand different scenarios that she could be living right now that were worse off then her current situation. Truthfully, if glanced at from the outside, Gwen’s life was simply... mediocre. She was blessed with tolerable roommates, an okay job that provided a nice paycheck for a twenty-three-year-old who had yet to finish college. But… the loneliness was killing her and overall, she was craving for something more.

She was exhausted from obligation and responsibility. She wished to go back to the days where she read about adventure and intrigue and imagined some day living that out herself. After having those words in her hands, she felt empty in her reality. Somehow, each day felt even more draining.

With the end of another workday, Gwen packed up the files that still needed to be sorted, locked up her cabinets and tugged on her coat as she waved goodbye to Kimberly and the others. A few other coworkers were chatting excitedly about the solar eclipse happening in a few minutes. Gwen, however, was annoyed. Annoyed at the fact that all anyone - online or in person - could talk about was the solar eclipse, as if it was the only one that had ever been seen in this generation. When one person mentioned the eclipse, it was fine. When it was every post and every comment and every conversation, it felt a little ridiculous. Gwen couldn’t care less about the event. Getting home was her current priority. But escaping wasn’t that easy.

For the millionth time, Gwen rolled her eyes as she scrolled through the newsfeed, waiting for her car to warm up in the parking garage. The weather was cold and dreary, slowing down her progress on getting home. Puffs of steam escaped her lips in the below freezing temperature. Other employees hurried past the back of her car to get to their own tiny sanctuaries. An alert for a new email popped up at the top of the phone screen. From the quick scan of the notification, she saw that it was from her eastern history professor. He wanted to go over the latest paper from class. Oh, no. That was never a good sign.

Gwen huffed, threw her car into reverse, and pulled out of the parking space. First the papercut, now this.

Since all her classes were online, Gwen had the minor luxury to not be forced to talk to her professor face to face, which surely would have been humiliating. But it couldn’t be avoided completely. She’d email him back once she arrived home. Or maybe she’d put it off until tomorrow. Dealing with this was the last thing she wanted to do. Stress was already causing her skin to revert back to puberty, she didn’t need this as well.

Her phone rang and she struggled to answer it while carefully winding down the levels of the garage. It was Jaynie, the favorite of the roommates.

“Hey, Janie, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if you were coming straight home today.”

Gwen smirked, knowing exactly where this was going.

Over the past several months, a bit of an obsession had developed with Korean dramas. The shows the two of them consumed were different from the same old, boring American television and there were years worth of stories to choose from. Currently, they were in the middle of another romantic comedy. While Gwen loved the storyline and was in a constant state of swoon, as soon as the credits started rolling, she was reminded how pathetically uninteresting her life was. But those sixty plus minutes of pure escapism made it all worth the crash that came afterwards.

Gwen tried to wait patiently in the line to leave the parking garage, but her frustration was getting the better of her. It was stop and go, stop and go, stop and go.

“I’m planning on it. That is, if people decide any day now to not drive idiotically.”

“Ugh, I had the same problem on my way home.”

Curious. Both of them worked in the downtown area. “How did you get home so fast?” Gwen asked.

“I got off a little early today.”

“Lucky.” Her accounting job often led to flexible hours. Gwen was jealous of that level of freedom.

The road was slick from the freezing rain. Weather like this brought out all the stupid drivers as if this wasn’t a yearly occurrence. She was careful to look both ways before exiting the garage and inching into the street. What she didn’t account for was the other emptying lot across the street. A large black SUV pulled out right at the same time, but went too fast, hitting the water that was slowly turning to ice on the asphalt.

With no time to react, the SUV slammed into the side of Gwen’s compact car. Glass from the driver’s side window shattered and sprayed her face. Her phone flew out of her hand. The crunch of metal hit her ears before she could fully process what had happened. With the force of the collision, her forehead slammed against the steering wheel before the airbag deployed. The sound of screams echoed around her, but the words were unintelligible. Slumped over in her seat, a shadow creeped over the scene. Through the slits of her barely open eyes, Gwen watched as the sun disappeared behind the moon. Then all went black.

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The water was what brought her back. It filled her lungs and surrounded her on all sides. She flailed her limbs, desperate for traction that couldn’t be found. Her clothing weighed her down, the hems being pulled as if hands had gripped tight on them. She needed a miracle. And a miracle she got. Two hands held onto one of her wrists and pulled her to the surface.

She gasped for air as her rescuer struggled to bring her to shore. The cloth that covered her felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds, making it nearly impossible to move. Water made its way up her throat, spilling over her lips. Her lungs were finally clear. They took in as much oxygen as they were allowed, burning with each brath.

“Lady Gwen! Lady Gwen!”

A young girl blocked out the bright sun. She shook Gwen’s shoulders desperately.

Gwen’s brain processed that the girl was not speaking English, but… she could understand her. The girl’s damp, dark hair was pulled into halves on either side of her face held in place by wide red straps. She looked at Gwen with deep concern, like a lifelong friend. But Gwen was sure she had never seen this girl before in her life.

“My Lady, can you hear me?” she asked frantically.

“Who are you?” Gwen finally choked out.

That made the girl pause in her panic. “What?”

Slowly regaining her strength, Gwen pushed herself up to her knees. As her eyesight cleared, she took in her surroundings. Gone were the tall metal and glass buildings, traffic lights, and speeding cars of her modern home. Now all that surrounded her were trees and a sandy beach of a large, calm lake. In the distance, wooden houses with curved rooftops, painted in bright reds and greens dotted the horizon. The heaviness that weighed her down was a dress made of too many layers and of no western fashion that she’d ever experienced before.

Whispers bounced around the rocky shore. All the faces that were looking on with concern around were unfamiliar. Gwen grabbed the hair cascading down her back, but it was still the red she knew, darker from the dampness of being pulled out of the water but still her hair.

“Where am I?” she asked in a quiet, gasping voice.

“My Lady, don’t you remember?” The girl panicked. “You’re in Songak. Goryeo.”

“Goryeo?” Gwen screeched. All the minor details she could summon up of the country came rushing to the forefront of her mind. It was information overload and her brain couldn’t handle it. Her lungs tried desperately to keep up, breathing in as much air as they could, but her throat was closing up from the panic. The landscape blurred and she fell to the ground.

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She was in a bed this time when she regained consciousness. The room was cold and dimly lit with soft, orange candlelight. A man, Caucasian unlike the others, sat beside the bed on a stool, worry etched into every facet of his face.

“Gwen, sweet, are you all right?”

English. He was speaking English. But that was a footnote of comfort to the bigger problem. She still didn’t know what had happened to her or how she got here or who these people were that seemed to know her. The man, who was about in his mid-forties with salt and pepper hair, smiled down at her, though his eyes were confused. “Gwen, does it hurt anywhere? Can you tell me if you hit your head?”

Gwen took a moment, to calm down and to evaluate what she was feeling physically. Her head didn’t hurt, nor did any other part of her body. Wordlessly, she shook her head. The man seemed relieved.

“Are you all right?” He asked again, a different meaning under the question this time. “Chae Ryung said you couldn’t remember her or that we were in Goryeo? Do you at least remember your papa?”

Gwen weighed the choices in her mind. There wasn’t a mirror around, but she started to wonder if she had taken the place of someone else. Someone who knew these strangers. She could say that she didn’t know any of them - the truth - but would they think her mad if she spilled too much? Perhaps she could say she remembered a few things. Like him, if he is this poor girl’s father. Why am I here? In this time?

Choosing to comprise with herself, she gave the smallest of nods. “Papa.” Sitting up, she pulled him into a hug and there was something comforting about his embrace. This body remembered him, at least.

“What happened?” she asked after she let go.

“Chae Ryung said that you’d wandered off again and she found you, you’d been the water a long time.” The man, Papa, sucked in a breath, his eyes beginning to water. His genuine concern over her wellbeing made Gwen choke up as well. “The doctor said you stopped breathing. That could explain your lost memories.”

Good. The excuse was already in her hands. That should make it easy enough to play along while being forgiven for any missteps. But they shouldn’t be in Goryeo. That didn’t make any sense, historically. If anything, they might have been in Joseon – late Joseon. Was this some sort of alternate timeline? Or maybe she hit her head really hard in the car crash and this is really all a dream from the stress of her paper and too much K-drama.

Yes. Too much K-drama.

That had to be the explanation. This was all a strange dream. Which meant, she could play along and not be afraid. She could ask questions and live out the day until she woke back up in her own time, most likely in a hospital with a bandage on her head and her mother fretting over her.

She glanced around the room, taking in the architecture that she had only ever seen in pictures. In person, it was even more stunning and intricate. This wasn’t an ordinary citizen’s home. Interesting. What else could her brain come up with? “Why are we in Goryeo?”

“Your father’s a merchant, remember?” He spoke slowly. Each word was deliberate, giving Gwen time to process. Good filler for her mind. “I made a large fortune here and planned on taking you back home, but… your mother is buried here. We couldn’t leave her behind.”

A wave of emotion hit out of nowhere. Though her mother was alive and well, it didn’t stop a tear from escaping. “Mama.”

Papa wiped it away with a coarse finger. Gwen gasped back, surprised by the realness of the touch. Her dreams were never this intricate. The blanket strone across her lap scrunched in her fingers. It was cold and soft… and very real.

She wasn't dreaming, was she?

Confused by her reaction, Papa paused for a moment before continuing his explanation. “The eighth prince is graciously letting us stay with him while we wait on the construction of our home to be complete.”

The eighth prince?

Panic grew tenfold. If this wasn’t a dream, then she was in very big trouble. If history told her one thing, it was that proximity to royalty was the most dangerous place to be. Gwen might possibly have been able to skate by if they were simply staying in some unknown village far from the capital, but they were in a prince’s home. Which meant they were in… Songak, the capital city, just like that girl – Chae Ryung – had said. Right under the King’s nose. Breathing became difficult again. Each one was shallow, barely letting in any oxygen. Gwen could feel her chest tighten and her vision blurred.

“Gwen!” Papa jumped up and tried to keep her straight to give her lungs as much room as possible. He switched to Korean as he called out over his shoulder, “Someone, get the doctor! Now!” Shuffling sounds echoed off the floor on the other side of the sliding door and then faded away.

A minute later, breathing no better, two men and a woman rushed inside along with Chae Ryung. The older man stepped in front of Papa and took his place. He pushed Gwen’s shoulders gently until she was lying down. Two cold fingers against her wrist checked her pulse. The other, much younger man stepped up to Papa.

“What happened?”

Papa frowned. “It seems she’s lost some of her memories. I was explaining why we were here when suddenly she had trouble breathing.” He stopped, struggling with his own breath. “I’m sorry we’ve become a burden to you, Your Highness.”

Gwen’s breathing was regaining strength and she was able to concentrate on the conversation. So that was the eighth prince. He was younger than she would have guessed, handsome even, if she had to focus on something other than her lack of breath.

“Do not think such a thing,” the Eighth Prince replied. “Your presence has greatly improved the household. Lady Gwen will get better with time.”

Papa bowed, obviously grateful at the response. He turned to the woman. “Lady Hae, may I enquire after your own health?”

“Today is a better day,” she smiled, though her pale, drained complexion said otherwise. “Please, don’t worry about me. Keep your thoughts for your daughter.”

The doctor released Gwen’s wrist, satisfied with the improvement of her pulse and breathing. He stood up.

“It was a mild panic attack,” the doctor said calmly to Papa. “If it happens again, she should lie down and focus on her breathing. The incident at the lake seems to have taken a toll on her body. She simply needs rest. In time, her memories and her body will recover.”

Gwen didn’t agree with that statement fully. This body might get better in time, but there was no way memories that didn’t exist would ever return. One by one, the occupants left the room until it was only Gwen and Papa remaining behind. Silence hung in the air. After a moment, Papa sat down on the stool and took Gwen’s hand.

“I was worried I had lost you,” he whispered.

Gwen’s eyes fell down to the blanket covering her legs. Things were becoming clearer to her now. This was not a dream and she was no longer Gwen Sinclair from the twenty-first century. Something must have happened. She didn’t know what exactly had occurred or what would happen now, but she was here. And little did this man – known only to her as “Papa” – know that he had indeed lost his daughter. The face may be the same, but the Gwen inside was different. She would try her best to be good to him, at least until she found a way to get back to her own family. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

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The next morning, the doctor, along with the Eighth Prince, came back to check on Gwen. The doctor commented that her pulse was stronger and that she seemed well on the road to full health. However, he still insisted on keeping her on bedrest.

Bored with these same walls and too curious about her temporary home, Gwen sat up. If she was going to be here for a while, she might as well get to know it. “I’m fine. Please, don’t make me stay in here all day. The sun and air is good for you, isn’t it?”

The sudden rebelliousness against the doctor’s suggestion did not seem to sit well with any of them. Gwen gave Papa a pleading look. A father couldn’t resist those eyes. He sighed, turning to the doctor. “Perhaps, a little exercise in walking around the grounds would be all right?”

The doctor looked reluctant, but he agreed. “But she shouldn’t overexert herself.”

“Chae Ryung will stay with her,” the Eighth prince ordered. “If you’ll please excuse me, I must meet with my brothers.” He bowed and left, followed by the doctor.

Having heard her name from the hallway, Chae Ryung shuffled quickly inside and over to Gwen, holding out her arms for the latter to balance on as she slid off of the bed. “Are you sure you want to go outside?”

Gwen nodded. “Yes. Perhaps seeing more of this place will help jog my memory.”

Chae Ryung tilted her head. “How can your memory jog?”

Gwen snorted, both at Chae Ryung’s confusion and at herself for the slip of the modern phrase. “Sorry, I just meant, maybe my memories will come back.”

“Oh.” The look on her face was enough to make Gwen laugh again.

Gwen scolded herself internally. She had to be more careful with her words. Every step was one on thin ice. She couldn’t change who she was, not completely, but she would have to pull back. Chae Ryung, however, felt safe, like a shelter from the rain. With her, Gwen could find answers that might be dangerous to seek elsewhere. Straightening her shoulders, Gwen smiled broadly and took her newest friend’s hand. Chase Ryung grinned brightly at her and guided her out of the room.

#exo royalty au #exo royalty!au #scarlet heart au #scarlet heart ryeo #exo time travel au #exo time travel!au #exo angst #exo series #exo x oc #exo x original character #exo ot9 #Scarlet Moon

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caydesexojuice · 3 years

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A lot snow & an annoying Exo

just you being mad at Cayde, but also simping, a broken ship, a little fight in the snow, and maybe a second part✌🏻

"Nonono NO! Shit! They took the-"

"I got it! They took all the important parts I got it, Cayde! Leave it be it's useless."

Cayde grunted, his optics left your figure to scan again over the exploited ship, fumbling with some screws and wires and you wonder, if he even knew what they were used for.

You turn away from him, starring into the wide fields of nothing but snow, the white surface reflecting the cold light of the stars and moon above. You breath out, watching your hot breath visibly flowing in the icy air. At least it wasn't as windy as it had been a few hours ago when you just arrived.

It was meant to be a quick mission, almost unnecessary to be taken care of today, of all days! Hell it was dawning, at least that one time of the year it would have been nice to forget about your duties as a guardian and just celebrate and have fun ... at least Cayde had been generous enough to accompany you.

Everything went, as expected, smoothly until you returned to your ship, or what was left of it. Damn fallen ones.

"I knew we shouldn't have left our ghosts at the tower."

"They'll be fine."

"Obviously. But we aren't! If you didn't notice we're stuck Cayde, stuck. Without a functioning ship and without a way to communicate with anyone who could possibly bring us a functioning ship and get us out this fucking ice hell!" your anger grows with every word, even more when the fellow hunter simply stares at you blankly.

"Maybe if they didn't take the ..." he starts mumbling to himself, again fumbling with the inside of the opened ship and it's all it takes for your rage to take over.

Frustrated you let your body act on it's own, dropping to your knees to scoop up as much of the white shit beneath your feet as possible, pressing it to a firm ball before aiming right at the exo's stupid face.

"Nevermind they even took- Hey! Shit that's cold."

"You know what, I can't stand- don't you dare I swear if you-" a loud shriek escapes your lips when the snow hits your own face perfectly, some of it finding it's way under your chest armor sending shivers through your whole body.

"Oh you're so done Vanguard."

"Yeah? I think you forget who you're talking to sweetheart- ugh"

You can't help but giggle when you watch a good amount of snow vanishing right into his mouth, before he spits it out again. Cayde's optics find your eyes, you can see the challenging look in them, admittedly you start feeling the slightest bit intimidated, remembering who in fact was your opponent.

You roll off just in time as the snowball crashes into the ground right where you had been standing just a second ago. You throw two smaller ones quickly, but he dodges them with ease, hitting you with a rather big one.

You huff, gritting your teeth at the icy cold, ignoring it anyway as you again aim to throw two quick ones, this time he only dodges the first, catching the second one and as it falls apart, clouding his vision just for the split of a second, you're quick to slide past him, getting a good grip on his leg, making him fall face first into the thick snow.

Your laugh echoes in the silent night, his low, muffled chuckle follows.

"Not too bad guardian."

"Learnt from the best."

"Indeed."

You continue your little snowball fight until you can hardly stand from laughter, the cotton parts of your armor soaked from the melted snow and your cheeks burning hot.

"I give up! Please hah- you win Cayde!" raising your hands in front of you protectively you keep backing up while he followed.

"Give up?? That's not very hunter-ish!"

"Please! Have mercy!" you giggle, stopping when he stoped, crossing his arms, eyeing you up and down, pretending to think about your plead.

He opens his mouth to speak when you kick up the snow between you, surprising him, you don't waste a second as you start running in the opposite direction. You hear his laugh, he must already be close to catching up, and you can't help but laugh along.

You take a look back over your shoulder to see how close he is, but his hands already got a hold on your arms, tackling you down, you yelp surprised when you both fall into the snow, keep rolling a few feet before coming to an halt with your back pressed into the ground and Cayde pinning you down.

The adrenaline of the rather short chase still rushes through your veins as you look up at the man above you. You gulp, the uncomfortable, tingling sensation in you stomach painfully reminding you of the true nature of your feelings for Cayde.

"I win! You still have a loooong way to go before you even get a chance against me."

A nervous chuckle leaves your lips, unsure what to say as your mind got too caught up in the feeling of Caydes body slightly pressing against yours.

He doesn't say anything either, his optics lay on your face, softly in a way, and your breath stucks in your throat when he reaches out to brush some lose strands of hair out of your face. His hand remains touching your cheek for a moment longer.

If this were a movie he'd kiss me now. You think to yourself. But it's not a movie. Still your heart stings when Cayde pulls back, clearing his throat as he gets back up on his feet.

"We should, I don't know, head back to the ship, before you freeze to death or something."

He rambles while you take his hand he's offering you, pulling you back up with ease.

"Yeah ..." That damn ship.

(there will definitely be a second part)

#cayde 6 #cayde-6 #cayde 6 x reader #cayde 6 x you

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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Bts voice analysis anon here! I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to respond ❤ it made complete sense why yoongi is the deepest I kinda feel bad for him everytime he wants to sounds cheerful or speak in a way so people can hear him he strains his voice

lot to talk about, i’d like to expand on this. especially what his voice being the deepest means for bts’ songs. plus, where his undiscovered vocal talents are, and in what manner his voice will not strain.

that he’s very introverted contributes to what you say, but yoongi is certainly the odd one out voice-wise, such low baritones hardly sound upbeat. similar to how taehyung being the odd one out in the vocal line whose head voices are literal superpowers. i really respect him for singing with jin and jimin who can climb one octave higher than him, up to C#5! and with jk who has the best technique and breaks into the 6th octave if he goes on like that.

it’s very much like yoongi who probably has to mix their tracks back and forth to fit his parts with hobi (who is a tenor as a rapper! — very uncommon) and namjoon who raps in several modes. very low, very high, very impactfully. he’s the most full-bodied baritone in the group even if he’s only the third-deepest. the tone is just so rich. both hoseok and RM are extreme vocal chameleons on top of that. in speaking and in their music you can hear the difference to yoongi all the time. they don’t suddenly drop in pitch and they’re vocal acrobats.

hobi in particular, this guy can do anything. the sheer agility my god, he connects his registers. he can go up and down, impersonate and do a million effects, adlibs, you know the drill. it’s him who actually owns the “cheerful/loud and clear” brand you mention. which is good if not fantastic for yoongi’s production endeavours, the group mood, and how bts cannot be ignored — but tough for yoongi’s voice and comparison thinking, and when he tries to make a point in interviews. maybe it’s not bad that bts have to slow down sometimes to let yoongi speak, but his tone is drowned out (not intentionally of course) in other occasions and he wakes up hoarse often as we saw. which might sound hot, but it’s not good for him as you say.

to be clear. i wouldn’t chalk down his more monotonous and silent tone as a weakness, it’s just outside of bts’ other vocal variety. he makes up for it with speed and good lungs anyway. we just have to listen more closely to him in talks/episodes/conferences but i think he shouldn’t worry about it either or try to sound more enthusiastic, the fans love his soothing speech for its pure sake. he does change it regardless to be more poignant and blend in. it has pros and cons but it wears him out.

yoongi’s voice is under that strain not just in conversation but also in the studio if he wants to bring connection to the rap line parts instead of having 3 songs in 1. which usually ends up happening anyway. that’s also why the cyphers (!) switch genres mid-song so often: their voices are all strong in different registers! yoongi the lowest, joon midrange, and hoseok up high.

that’s why cypher pt2 is a HUGE stunt and production masterpiece: hoseok’s part is tuned differently, then other instrumentals start with namjoon. and you can literally hear, okay alright a deep voice is coming! from there it just gets deeper and deeper until yoongi is just rapping over a bass guitar (every baritone’s best friend lmao!). god, please give yoongi a big bassline for his every part. “ugh” is the exact opposite: yoongi has to start too high and namjoon also has problems with the key, only hoseok can fully take off after 1:50 with perfect vocal stability. guess which song is autotuned: it’s not cypher pt2! a 3 in 1 song fuels the rapline in a way where they are most comfortable. it’s crazy how far apart they are among each other vocally and it has to be considered.

it’s a dilemma but also why bts’ rap line can tackle any song with at least one member suiting it. they complement each other, every register (except the rare whistle register, aka what mariah/ariana do) is covered. i think that contributed to bts’ fame, it’s so important. however usually, the song caters to hoseok since tenors are preferred in kpop music, or it caters to RM as he’s the central songwriting entity even if mind you, he always thinks about all the members and works closely with yoongi.

but even with joon’s support, it doesn’t work if yoongi is caught in his wish to be a tenor. we’ve seen how much the guy talks about wanting his range to become wider and how he even tried singing quite high for his standards on d-2. he goes as far as collabing only with sopranos to help him achieve that pitch. yoongi is invested to pretty much change his entire vocal type 🙁because the environment simps for high notes so bad (which is fair, falsetto is related to releasing certain happy hormones and highlights parts in songs, but still).

... he actually can’t, unless he wants to damage his throat. that’s the last thing we want. a listener can get the serotonin from a very deep voice equally if they got good taste.

thing is. you cannot morph yourself into a different vocal type and shift your range to the opposite of your comfort zone unless you’re whitney houston. even one in a million tenors like baekhyun can’t make themselves a baritone. his lowest notes are less clear no matter how hard he practices, even if his chest voice is almost operatic and his technique excels. meanwhile, chanyeol (who’s a lyric baritone and exo’s deepest voice) effortlessly hits them without (!!) that kind of decade-long training. have baekhyun or jimin been called bad singers for not being able to cover the other end of the spectrum? nope. so: why would yoongi be a bad vocalist who needs autotune. with lessons, oh man, he could do a lot and many things he dreams of. he has a very unique timbre and enough musical knowledge to do so.

so, we see the magic of your natural supported range. it’s simply given to you. imagine that: if you know you’re not a tenor, you could sort of outsing jungkook — obviously not by technique, but projection— as long as the song is tailored to you and the notes are low enough. yep, jk’s lower register is not extremely forward. each note is perfectly sung because he’s jk, but his power vocals are settled much higher. joon/tae/yoongi would sound much fuller with huge oomph in those lines. that’s where yoongi would be much more clear-sounding to us. a lot of baritone rappers in kpop would be damn good singers.

that’s why it’s good how a lot of rappers produce solos on their own so they can try it out.

you just have to respect that your range usually (not always) goes in one direction. once yoongi rightfully decides to abandon his high note fantasy and goes lower just for fun, we are not safe anymore lmao! exception for range: female singers have an advantage there. trained mezzo-sopranos have great access to the head voice and lower registers since they’re in the perfect middle of the scale. but the guys, forget it, even the baritenors. yoongi’s fullest voice will always be coming from a chesty depth and we love him for it. guy just needs to realize.

that’s why his real challenge is rather somehow tweaking the rap parts so his voice finds good resonance like in “혼술” or even “ddaeng”. where his voice is strong, relaxed, and full and flowing. ddaeng — “boy with luv”, too— is ironically in a very high pitch and again caters to hobi’s tone the most, but: yoongi just scales down to his own octave and it still fits, so — great key choice and musicality! and adaptation. it’s not easy to do. you can tell he plays piano.

he either becomes less easy on the ear or has to autotune himself entirely if he works against his voice. or: goes on a track way outside his supported range (dynamite, WOW). it’s a shame. “daechwita” and “agust d” are such a case: both go into the head voice where your resonance should show the most aka the chorus. there are aggressive belts/snarls/shouts that make more sense for higher, trained voices. yoongi is most famous for raps that are literally designed to fuck up his vocal cords 😷that he’s so skilled as a rapper prevents him from that to a degree, but it’s still not healthy. he adapts a lot to bts’ overall delivery but he doesn’t have to, in fact: he could go in the other direction and it would work even better.

the reason for the title track issue: they are the most energetic. in k-pop, energetic means amping up the pitch. and that’s probably a logical choice and a natural human association. if you make a baritone kpop track with a lot of energy, it probably becomes pretty creepy, uneasy, film noir. but i think that’s exactly yoongi’s thing: to unsettle and critique and rage. i think it could work out. lil nas x is a baritone pulling it off. he achieves energetic title tracks, he honors his vocal type well imo. his live singing is cool af, i need this so hard in the rap landscape. so, it’s not impossible to do.

the trick is probably setting everything to minor key. surprise... yoongi’s challenging title tracks are all in major key. boy with luv: minor key, interesting. the former are extremely difficult for him to do so hats off. “shadow” is more suitable for his baritone as is “burn it”. it needs a very heavy, dark track. which is why it’s good that yoongi has that kind of public image. a baritone’s best genre is not super light and whimsical. that’s why all of our baritone faves are not main vocalists but main rappers. kai, taehyung, jaehyun: low voices in vocal lines are soldiers.

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now a note on yoongi’s best method of singing since it reflects his voice type and brings out the fullness of it. as in, how does it crack and strain less? guess why “사람” is yoongi’s favorite d-2 song to sing. it’s ALL his comfortable range and the singing — very beautifully done — is in mixed register (= head + chest)! which imo might be his secret weapon. it allows him to do what he longs to do successfuly without going extremely high. bingo.

because: even with baritones, the golden middle is still important. they’re not as deep as a bass, after all. that’s why their voices are so honey-laced in the mixed range and it sounds amazing. heaven, their timbre sounds so seductive. so, it’s wonderful when they find their middle and dare to sing.

i wish yoongi gets/makes more tracks aimed at just that. in “outro tear” he has to go both too low and too high so it takes a lot of production effort to patch it together. the rapline is doing god’s work to make all their voices sound cohesive without being trained singers. it’s always a trade-off and risk, an immense balance act. “paldogangsan” is hard on yoongi’s voice but works as a whole plus it caters to namjoon to carry the song’s message. the cyphers are chopped up and not chart-friendly but each member is in their comfort zone.

PS: i said bts’ rap line covers all registers except one. i think that jin is the one to complete bts’ entire spectrum coming from the vocal line. i’m no whistle note expert but dionysus went pretty high up there, i think he might be able to do it. it’s very impressive, even jungkook and jimin probably don’t have access to that register. so, another point for bts being a very ‘complete’ group.

#anon #ask #cub mail 🐆#vocal analysis #yoongi #suga #bts #baritones #tenors #mixed register #long post

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years

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ATEEZ reaction to: Their S.O. getting other Male Idol's attention

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A/N: angel, stfu before I shoot you with a love gun, I WILL DO THIS!! Oh and, I'm sorry it took like, 5 fuckin years or something to finish this. Bb has been really busy with Jiu-Jitsu classes and trying to perfect the moves, I hope you understand 🥺❤️

Songs Listened To: shower water lol (yes, I do write in the shower), Rachael - She Wants Revenge, Mind and Body - Ayelle, Streets - Doja Cat,

(also, very explicit/mature, so read at your own risk!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• you don't wanna brag, but you'd been gaining quite the following from most male idols ever since your debut

• you, of course, would be very happy that your group, Mania, would be blowing up, but pretty iffy about the countless idols and fans shamelessly flirting with you

• it was always in the back of your head as you did radio shows and variety television

• the fact that your boyfriend was watching all of it

• it was pretty obvious with the way he gushed about how good you did once you got home to your apartment

• but, unsurprisingly, it got to a pushing point

• one day, while you were MCing for an awards show

• Johhny, one of NCT's rappers, had thrown a couple suggestive comments your way, playfully of course

• if only he knew about the narrowing eyes of Hongjoong who watched your surprised giggle through the screen

• oh bOY

• you'd get home, as per usual, and start taking off your makeup after changing into a simple shirt and shorts set

• after a minute, Hongjoong would appear behind you in the mirror

• after asking you the same questions about your day, and you giving the same old answers, you'd feel Hongjoong push his chest into your back and wrap his arms around your waist. His finger would be caressing the skin from beneath your shirt, and the noticeable nuzzle of his nose against your ear would pull your attention from drying your face.

• "Baby, is something wrong?"

• "Would you pick any other idol over me?"

• the question would catch you off guard of course, and you turn to face him with a frown

• "I wouldn't hesitate for one second. Joong, Is this about Johnny?"

• silence, your only answer being him pressing his face to your chin and forcing you to turn your head

• "Maybe..."

• y'all would end up fuckin on the counter haHAHA

• but afterwards it would be very cute and cuddly

• "It was a test, I knew you love me too muchhhhhh"

• bitch would be all over you lol

Seonghwa ♡:

• and y'all thought Joong's was long

• you always had that trait that drew people to you

• so it was no surprise that all attention was set on you once your group, Rougé, debuted

• it was overwhelming at times, you'd admit, but you grew to enjoy the attention, at least to a point

• and with the newfound fame, came the more frequent compliments from fellow idols

• male idols, to be specific

• handsome, male idols

• it still caught you off-guard when, while attending award ceremonies, you'd be seated next to yet another boy group

• and one of the members would smile your way, wait for you to throw a wave before looking away, and proceed to subtly check you out

• you'd be like, complete Pikachu face when your members would bring it up later

• but you'd always worry about how Seonghwa would feel about it, because his group was literally always just behind you

• he'd never really said anything about the way idols would shamelessly point out how short your skirt was that day, or compliment the sultry exposure of your collarbones

• just snickered to himself as he watched the episodes with your appearances

• he knew he had you wrapped around all five of his fingers, no questions asked

• but it was always a tic in the back of your mind

• gnawing at your conscience

• nonetheless, you began to, admittedly quite slowly, relax at the idea of playfully flirting with other male idols

• you'd dipped your toes in the water, while keeping an eye on Seonghwa's reaction

• calm water

• well..

• until the idols got a bit.. physical

• every once in a while when you made a joke, they'd feign obliviousness to how they fell into you as they laughed

• even you caught on that no, some of your jokes were not worth doubling over and putting a hand on your shoulder so that they didn't collapse

• it was one night after you'd gotten home from a weekly idol episode featuring ONEUS, did Seonghwa begin to show his steadily growing distaste for the way they so openly showcased the desire to bend you over the nearest surface

• You'd barely grazed the shower floor with your big toe when you heard the bathroom door open and close, signaling that someone, most-likely Seonghwa, had entered the room with you

• it was occasional that Hwa joined you in the showers without so much as a warning, not that you minded

• you were comfortable around Seonghwa. He made sure if it, especially with the way he encouraged you wearing revealing clothing so it would boost your self-esteem

• one glance to your right, through the patterned shower pannels, and you saw Hwa already discarding his clothes

• he slid in behind you without a word, as per usual, but almost immediately pressed his chest to your back, nosing along your shoulder and wrapping an arm across your waist

• "Do you like that other guys flirt with you?"

• you'd be really caught off guard

• like did he really just ask that lol

• you didn't really know what to say, so shocked at the question, only able to open and close your mouth like a suffocating fish

• he'd push you against the wall of the shower, a hand snaking between you to grip the back of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours, not breaking contact

• "Answer me when I'm asking you a question," he'd utter, words teetering on sounding like both a growl and a hiss

• "Of course not, Seonghwa. You really think I'd throw our relationship away for some pretty boys?"

• your knees would almost buckle at the smirk that replaced his once stone-cold face, thumb moving to glide across your lower lip before being replaced with his own

• you'd melt into the kiss, sighing into his mouth at the way he nibbled at your lip playfully

• he'd pull away when you were literally about to risk it all lmao

• "Mm, that's my girl," he'd say, licking his lips

• and begin showering like nothing happened

• ugh this man

Yunho ♡:

• Ever since you'd started dating Yunho, which was approximately a year ago, you'd become someone you never thought you would

• he pushed you to do things you would normally scoff and roll your eyes at

• and that's how you ended up in your freshly blossoming girl group, Eclyps.

• yes, being the visual of the group was hard, but the positive reactions from media and new fans was enough to overshadow any pressure

• too bad that didn't apply to the visual uncomfort of your boyfriend when other male idols began to take a particular liking to you

• the attraction was always there in every glance they sent your way, and you'd have to blind to not notice the way they subtly licked their lips whenever they caught a glimpse of you bending over slightly when it came to physical games

• one night, you'd been cuddled up on Yunho on the couch as he flicked through the variety shows

• he'd stopped and watched the one you'd been in that day, a new episode on Hello Counselor, and of course it had to include a member of Stray Kids

• halfway through, a counselor asked the member of Stray Kids, Minho, what his ideal type was

• he explained not the appearance, but the qualities of the type he liked, and when he was finished, everyone began to say that he pointed out all the traits you had

• he didn't deny it, but he also tried to steer the conversation away from him

• it was an awkward situation for you at the time

• you'd been spacing out for the most part as Yunho kept watching, but one glance up, and you could see the tension in his shoulders

• you shuffled closer to bury your face in the crook of his neck so you could get his attention

• he'd give it to you, but something in his eyes told you he needed reassurance, something to let him know that he was the one you wanted

• slowly, your hands cupped his cheeks, warm beneath your fingers, and you'd lean in to kiss him

• The kiss spoke for you

• all the times he'd woken up to catch you staring at him with such soft eyes, endless amounts of such adoration in the way your pupils dilated at the mere sight of his gorgeous features. The night's he came home stressed and eyes droopy from countless hours overworked, looking for you as soon as he walked through the door, then finding you waiting by a drawn bath, complete with bubbled water and steam. And how could he forget the beautiful memories of cooking breakfast together? Your beautiful laughter ringing throughout the house and filling his chest with a golden light that had him grinning from ear to ear.

• he was yours, and you were his. That was something that would never change

• when you pulled away, he'd tenderly caress your side with gentle fingers

• "I love you," he'd mumble

• you'd melt at the way he was full heart eyes at you

• "I love you, too"

(so soft UwU)

Yeosang ♡:

• mmm, yeosang eh?

• ok, this might be kinda off, but that's because I've never rlly seen our droneboy mad or jelly. Imma just go off of guesses 🤷🏽‍♀️

• it took you and your group a minute to actually get a following, but after the hours of tears and sweat, it paid off when you were put on the latest episode of King Of Mask Singer

• you were all the rage at the time, and like fresh faces do in newfound fame, you got some attention

• especially from the male idols

• it was a couple idols in particular that made it a point to try and talk to you whenever you saw them at award ceremonies and such, and because of it, dating rumors began to arise

• of course you denied them, and it helped a little bit, but there were always people who would tease you about seeing EXO's Chanyeol

• in turn, it began to make you anxious about your actual boyfriend, who you knew would occasionally look up the shows you appeared on

• it never really seemed to bother him, you realised

• if anything, he kind of encouraged the idea of you getting more positive attention of all kinds, as long as you showed no discomfort

• you kept on worrying though, until one morning, before you left to go to yet another variety show featuring your group, LUKKI, and a boy group, VIXX, you brought it up as you got dressed

• Yeosang sat on the bed in front of you, scrolling on his phone and shifting his position every once in a while

• you looked at him through your closet mirror

• "Yeosang?"

• he glanced up, "Yes?"

• "Does it... Bother you that other guys try and flirt with me?"

• he smiled, trying to hold back a laugh, but failing when he saw you pout

• "It's not funny! I'm serious"

• and that's when he'd sigh before getting up to stand behind you

• you were wearing a dress at the time, so it was quite easy for him to tug at the black strap at your shoulder and let it fall, doing the same to the other and watching as the silky fabric slid from your body with an odd grace

• you held your breath, staring at him in the mirror, and almost letting out an audible gasp when you saw the way his gaze bored back into yours

• you felt one finger trace the underside of your brassiere

• he drew a line from your right breast to the column of your throat, then it finally rested against your bottom lip

• "No other lips will touch these ones as long as I'm here," he mumbled

• he continued back down to your chest, cupping the soft flesh in his palm and squeezing it gently

• "No other hand will touch this chest"

• then to your hips

• "No other arm with wrap around these hips. Especially not this waist"

• and before you could predict what he'd do next, his hand moved to the inner of your thighs, then very slowly, tapping at your heat through your panties

• "And no other pair of eyes will ever see this beautiful delicacy of mine, hm?"

• he flicked at the top, hard, making you jolt and suck in a breath

• "So no, I'm not too worried about it. You're mine, and you know that. If you ever forget, I have no problem reminding you."

• a shiver ran down your spine, earning a smile from Yeosang before he backed away and reclaimed his spot on the bed

• "Anyways, you're running late"

• "SHIT!"

San ♡:

• San had always been one who was protective over you

• had a weird look in his eye whenever someone he didn't particularly like hugged or touched you in any way

• so when your group, Helix, debuted and almost immediately launched off in the kpop scene, he began to remind you that if anything happened, that he had no problem curb-stomping people

• you'd reassured him that even if something did happen, it wasn't worth going to jail for

• he'd reluctantly laid off since

• but he still liked to watch reruns of episodes with you in them together and point out how cute you looked

• he would always get quiet when someone flirted with you, though

• always

• as time passed, your own concern ate away at you, and eventually, you caved

• "San, you've been acting weird. What's wrong?"

• you twisted in his hold so that you were facing him

• it felt like all the air drained from your lungs

• it was like staring danger dead-on. His eyes held an unidentifiable emotion, icy as they focused on you. His jaw clenched, and you'd be damned if his teeth didn't crack under the power of it.

• your mind seemingly blanked of all it's previous knowledge on the English language, and you gaped at him like you'd just seen a ghost

• you flinched when he began to sit up

• "Turn around."

• was all he gave you

• you don't think you've ever moved so fast in your life

• once your back was facing him, you could feel his hands take purchase on your hips as he lifted you into his lap, making sure to spread your thighs in the process

• "Now," he began

• his index finger traced the waistband of your shorts, raising goosebumps across your skin in it's wake. Slowly, he hooked a thumb inside both your shorts and underwear before yanking them down, over your knees, and off

• he splayed his hand across your stomach, just above your center, and leaned in to trace the shell of your ear with his nose, slowly, with delicate, measured brushes.

• "I want you to tell me how it feels when other men flirt with you. Can you do that for me, baby?"

• your head nodded frantically upon hearing the request, "Yes, San."

• San cooed, massaging the bump of flesh above your panty line, admiring the softness of your tummy before trailing down further until you could feel him swirl a digit around your clit, making your shake slightly

• "It makes me feel w-weird," you stumble over your words slightly when San presses harder against your heat

• "Keep going," he encourages

• you'd take a deep breath, and go on to tell him that you'd get a big clammy and nervous. How each time it happened, you'd be silently screaming at yourself that San was watching, and that you felt awkward. You'd stutter this out, all the while San began to rub you into ecstacy, making you cum for each time Idol's would flirt with you

• ahhh, what jealousy can result in

Mingi ♡:

Sorry if this is short, I'm low-key running out of ideas lmao

• Mingi was your biggest cheerleader

• that much was clear when he threw a mini party for you when your rookie group, NΣRO, debuted and got a boost of Fame from one of your covers of a song

• so of course he would be the one to vote for your group in award shows, cheer you on when you went to practice or were performing, and everything else you could ever imagine in a supportive boyfriend

• the only thing that put him off a bit, was the way you'd gotten closer to some of the other idols

• well..

• other male idols

• he wasn't about to accuse you of cheating just because you'd befriended other guys, but it did make him uncomfortable when they began to get more affectionate with you

• of course you noticed this

• "Mingi-ah?"

• two big doe eyes looked up at you from under the blankets, the familiar tuft of fluffy hair peeking out as the fabric slid off of his head slightly

• he stared at you, waiting, and you realized this was his way of acknowledging your beckon

• "What's on your mind lately?"

• your hand idly moved to the tresses of his hair, watching with a fond gaze as he lowed his chin back onto your stomach

• "Nothing much"

• "Nothing much? How about my appearances on TV?"

• you knew he shrugged by the temporary raise of the covers, sighing through his nose when thinking about it

• "Baby, if you aren't comfortable with the flirting, I have no problem subtly shutting it down," you spoke softly, eyes trailing over the smooth contours of Mingi's face. God, he was beautiful

• "I don't want you to think you can't have fun, I don't mind playful banter," you waited for him to cough it up, "but I don't like when they touch you."

• you smile at the way his red lips form into an unconscious pout

• "What you want, is what you get"

Wooyoung ♡:

• honestly?

• he couldn't care less

• the relationship you two have is damn-near impenetrable

• literally you guys are solid as a rock, nothing can break it

• and because you have such a strong bond, things like flirting with other people without any intention of getting to know them truly, doesn't spark jealousy like it would for others

• you weren't the jealous type in general. You thought it was pretty pathetic to get pissy over boys. After all, if they didn't bother to ask what you were and weren't ok with in the first place before going and flirting, why waste your time?

• Wooyoung would smile when he saw you wink at the other members of your group, Q2

• wouldn't necessarily enjoy seeing you play around with other male idols, but would understand it's nothing more than a friendship at most

Jongho ♡:

•my heart's gonna burst 😭

• so, babie, in general, is a very unsure boy

• he doesn't know how to put himself out there, and he's shy a lot of the time if we take away the people he's comfortable around

• he's insecure about how well of a boyfriend he is to you, and it shows when you tell him you love him

• you never meant to have to do a variety challenge with Jinyoung (got7) but that's just how it ended up happening

• it was a game of pepero, and he was automatically chosen for you, much to your hesitation

• he got halfway before you pulled back out of panic, and even as everyone began to tease you for it, all you could think of was Jongho's hurt face

• you were right to be worried, because when you got home, he was already nestled up in bed

• he never went to bed without you

• "Jongho?"

• he stirred, but stayed asleep

• you only attempted to wake him up after you'd slipped beneath the covers as well, and by then, he'd already cracked his eyes open at the sound of your shuffling

• "Baby, look at me"

• he would

• "I know you watched my group's episode on Idol Room"

• his eyes flicked to the pillow you rested your arm on

• you scooted closer to him so that his face was mere inches from yours, hand coming up to caress the fullness of his cheeks, which he couldn't help but melt into, even if his attitude said otherwise

• "I want you to know that it was just a matter of playing the game, baby. I had no say in the situation, and you know that"

• he nodded slowly before curling his head into your chest

• the two of you didn't address it again, and you know that he didn't say anything because it was his natural way of dealing with anxiety

• he loves you, and you love him. He knows that UwU

(can you tell I gave up lmao)

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