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dancingbaek · 4 years

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To End in Ice and Fire | Part 5

Being born with a particular birthmark is the lurking fear every parent has in their hearts when they bring a child into this dark world. Your parents are the only ones who have never received relief when creating life, because they knew your soul would be damned for eternity when he finally comes to claim what’s his.

Moodboard // Prologue // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Spoiler: Jongin is an angry little vampire.

The next morning is much of the same. You wake up a little disoriented, but nonetheless slide out of bed and into the slippers you left waiting. The floor is always so cold in the morning and in the evening and your slippers can hardly fend off the cold. You change into a different dress in the closet, into a deep blue gown that you had trouble lacing up because the corset was just the slightest bit too small. You remedy the situation by sliding on an overcoat, buttoning each and every button. It wards off the chill in the air and you pad slowly to the vanity pressed up to the wall you hadn’t noticed the day before in your confusion and terror.

There’s a large mirror attached to the back of it, with little drawers and a seat cushion set in front of it. On the table is a golden hairbrush, intricate designs spiraling in a circle over the back of it, a large ruby set in the center. A matching hand mirror sits beside it. The Count and Countess did not even have such luxurious items in their household as you suspected the gold might be entirely real. Aside from the two items is a black wooden box, quite plain compared to the jeweled handset. A curious peek inside reveals glittering pieces of jewelry – you spy a string of genuine pearls, sapphire earrings, and garnet and diamond studded bracelets before you quickly shut it.

Raking the brush through your tired locks of hair, you regard yourself in the back mirror. Despite sleeping clear through the night, you look weary. Though talking to Junmyeon the morning before shed some light on your current situation, it had done nothing to set your mind at ease. When you had left your home to make the walk to the church, you had every intention of dying. You had believed you would be ripped apart and drained, much like that innocent boy had been. You had been waiting for the inevitability of death your entire life. You had kneeled every Sunday in church and every night before bed, praying that when it came you could still be saved.

Junmyeon had confirmed that your kidnapper had not brought you here just to kill you. If anything, you gathered that you were regarded as a piece of property to him. Not exactly a new concept to you, considering most marriages were arranged and young women like yourself were bartered off to the man with the highest place in society and the heaviest change purse. You, being a reasonably attractive woman and coming from a well-respected family, would have been good enough to be sold to Richard’s family. You would have been the next Countess and inherited his mother’s jewels and good standing, however you would have never truly owned anything. Everything would be Richard’s, and you would just be a conduit for his children.

You stood from the vanity, blinking images from a future you might have had out of your head. Sweeping your hair off your shoulder you make your way out of your room. Much like the day before, the hallways are mainly lit by candles, the heavy curtains still drawn over the windows. The path to the dining hall is empty of people, and you half expect to see Junmyeon waiting for you at the head of the table. Instead, it too is void of others, however the table is spread with much of the same breakfast food from the day before. You fill a plate with various fruits and cuts of meat before you pause. Being the only one present, and likely the only one in the house, why should you not take the head of the table?

Sitting down where the patriarch typically would affords you a rush of gratification. Although you look out to a table without companionship, the new vantage points allows you to regain some semblance of control over your life. One small decision seems to be enough to propel you through the day.

Junmyeon strolls into the hall while you’re finishing off the last of the sweet grapes. The amusement is plain on his face when he sees where you’ve chosen to sit. Awkwardly you begin to rise from the chair, but he waves it off and sits a few seats down. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.”

“Yes…” You start, grasping for an excuse before you decide on a light shrug and the truth. “I did not expect to have company this morning.”

“I put in for an order of lemon tarts this morning for a reason.” Junmyeon states, leaning forward to pluck one from a plate. You watch him take a bite in confusion but decide not to question it. If the bloodsucking demon wanted to eat a lemon tart, you would let him enjoy it in peace.

“So might we revisit the reason on me being here?” You question him, watching him practically inhale the sweet treat and reach for a second.

“I believe I addressed why you were here yesterday.” Junmyeon states when he swallows. “And I believe I stated Yixing should be speaking with you.”

“If I’m to be forced to live here,” You begin, doing your best to keep the spite from your tone. “I’m going to need things that I do not currently have.”

“Like what?” Junmyeon questions, quirking an eyebrow, already halfway done with his second treat. There was only one remaining.

“Like…” You grasp for common items, not having expected him to actually care. “Well I’m going to need access to a bath, and soaps. Sanitary cloths for my cycles. Womanly things.”

“I’ll make sure to let Yixing know your list of demands for living here.” He states in amusement, standing and plucking the last treat from the table. “I’m sure he’ll fall over himself trying to get those things in order.”

He disappears from the room as you huff lightly, chewing on the last grape with more force than necessary. If they wanted to hold you hostage you at least had the right to be clean. After a few second of debating you rise from the head of the table, following him out to try to squeeze more answers out of him. He has already disappeared, and a quick search of the bottom floor shows that he must have made it up the stairs with alarming quiet and speed.

The rest of the day is spent trying to amuse yourself. You go on another tour of the castle, seeing if you can find anymore unlocked doors. There aren’t any. You run out of ideas to amuse yourself quickly and succumb to deciding to read the day away. While you love reading, it having been how you spent most of your days at home anyways, you had nothing else to do. You should have told Junmyeon to ask Yixing to procure more entertainment.

It is somehow easy demanding things from Junmyeon, or at least speaking to him in a normal manner. He was more human-like than Yixing had been, and if it weren’t for his red eyes and flash of pointed teeth you would have tempted to go as far and say the two of you could be friends. He felt more human, yes, but there were still times where he went far too long without blinking or you caught him looking at your throat.

The next few days pass by much the same. Despite not having a bible you say a short prayer every night, but you quickly begin to lose faith. You discover the room next to yours open the next day, inside being a large claw foot tub with steaming water. A table is set beside it, housing a plethora of soaps for your body and hair. A plush towel sits next to them. You close the door and bolt it shut, sitting in the scalding water until it turns cool and your skin is pruned. You took time to smell all of your options, settling on a mixture of vanilla and peppermint. You scrub and scrub and scrub until you have to get out and wrap the towel around your body.

In fact, every morning since your chat with Junmyeon has produced steaming bath water for your enjoyment. It immediately becomes the favorite part of your day, despite the piano that lulls you to sleep every night. You silently acknowledge the fact that not even those in the largest homes back in your village had the opportunity to bathe each and every day.

Junmyeon does not show up after the second day, but you find yourself not minding it. Though you miss human interaction, you’re content to wallow your days away in solitude, bath water, and tomes thicker than your torso. Which is exactly what you’re doing on the fifth day of the kidnapping – balancing a large book on your knees, peering down at the words in a plush chair in the library. Having chosen something outlining the lineage of a faraway land, you settled in with a cup of tea to read the afternoon away.

You awake sometime later. The curtains you had drawn to let in the late afternoon sun might as well have been shut with all the light that was left. The sky was dark, what light the moon cast hardly penetrating through the window. Sleepily you shift, your legs sliding out from under you and falling stiffly to floor.

Hissing as you pull your feet back, you feel the residual sharp pinpricks of how cold the floor was. Winter was certainly setting in. Blearily you reach down and fumble blindly for the slippers you had discarded before shoving your feet into them. This time you weren’t shocked when your feet hit the floor, and you pushed yourself out of the chair. You stretch your arms above your head, yawning obnoxiously before your mind wakes up enough to realize you can year the piano weaving its way into the library from the music room upstairs.

You’ve never been out of your room when you hear the piano. You still don’t know who plays it. It could be Junmyeon, sure, or it could be Yixing or some other demon you’ve yet to meet – okay, slow down, you tell yourself, taking a breath to steady your increasing thumping heartbeat. The library is on the first floor, the music room on the second, and your room on the third. All you have to do is be quiet going up the stairs.

Creeping outside the library, you’re met with the characteristic stillness of the household. No one is roaming the halls and there’s no noise outside of the soft, lilting melody of the piano keys. It’s even more beautiful now that there’s one less door between you and its location. Closing the door slowly behind you, you began to creep towards the grand staircase. Candles were lighted in their perches on the walls, casting yellow and orange hues against the dark stone. Just a few stairs up, you pause. Was it the fourth or the fifth stair that creaked under added weight? You take a moment to wrack your brain for an answer before you decide to hike up your skirts and stretch to the sixth stair.

Narrowly avoiding a leg cramp, you push yourself back to a respectable position, straightening out your skirts and continuing to sneak up the rest of the staircase. There was only one other stair you had to avoid, and when you reached the top you mentally gave yourself a round of applause. One flight of stairs down, one flight of stairs to go. As you begin your light trek down the hallway towards the next flight of stairs, the feathery lilt of melody swelled, working towards a climax of what you were sure was to be an amazing end of –

“Hello.” A honeyed voice sounded from behind you. You spin in mid stride to face whoever spoke, but there’s no one there. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, squinting lightly into the weak light cast by the candles. There’s no one there.

“In front of you.” The same voice speaks from behind you once more. You spin again, this time coming face to face with another demon. You take an involuntary step back, back towards the stairs.

He’s easily the most attractive of the three. Towering above you, you see deep chocolate hair parted in the front, and his skin must have been naturally rich because last you knew these demons could not go out in the sun. His skin practically glowed despite the weak lighting, but that’s where the warmth stopped. A sharp jawline, plump lips quirked into a smirk, a straight nose, strong eyebrows, and blood red eyes. Junmyeon’s – even Yixing’s – had life in them, emotion and personality. This man’s were cold, lifeless. Dead, just like him.

“It’s rude not to speak when spoken to.” His voice is huskier than when he first spoke, but still dripping in honey. Immaculately dress, his jacket was unbuttoned halfway, his white shirt underneath similarly unbuttoned. An expanse of tanned skin showed, and you could practically see the iron muscles ripple underneath.

“Hello.” You suddenly find your voice and dip into an uncertain curtsy. He’s different from Junmyeon, different from Yixing. While you knew that they were both deadly, they didn’t look at you like you were a meal. They didn’t look through you.

The man in front of you suddenly smiled a full, toothy grin – and displayed for the first time the fangs you had heard so many rumors about when they spoke of the dead bodies found in the morning. Long, sharp, and almost mockingly glinting in the faint light – you couldn’t help but take another step back.

“That was adorable.” He stated in an amused tone. Your face flushed, and the thought of his fangs again sent your pulse skyrocketing. His eyes darted down to your neck, and he cocked his head to the side. It was as if he could hear your accelerated heart rate. A pink tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, eyes not straying from your neck. You take another step back.

“Just a taste.” He says to himself in a low tone, the amusement from before having vanished as quick as it showed and his eyelids drooped low, hooded. The piano has stopped, but you have no time to take note of this fact. His lips pull back to reveal his fangs again as he leans forward, arms reaching out to keep you from running away. It was like a train wreck. Fear consumed you, rooting you to your place and the only thing you could do was screw your eyes shut in an attempt to ignore what was happening.

“Here to save your little mate, hm, Xing?” The handsome man ground out, and you managed to crack open your eyes. Directly in front of you was a broad back clad in a black suit jacket. Even from behind, even from his shortened name you could tell it was Yixing. Something deep inside of your soul told you it was him.

“You should not touch ladies without permission, Jongin.” Yixing speaks, his voice even. The first time he had spoken to you it had been soft, gentle – now it had an undercurrent of suppressed anger and barely contained contempt. The power shifted in the hallway away from the demon named Jongin and he felt it immediately. From peeking around Yixing, you saw him retreat a few steps. His eyes flickered from Yixing’s to yours, and he sneered.

“Ladies shouldn’t be wandering at night. They don’t know what lurks in the shadows.” He warned, and then he was simply gone. You didn’t blink, at least you don’t think you did; he was just there one moment and gone the next.

Yixing turned to face you after a moment. His hair hung over his forehead now, but he was still just as beautiful. Red eyes peered down at you, and you couldn’t make it past the startling closeness to see the concern clouding them. You take another step backwards, trying to get some physical space in an effort to clear get a grip on your mind.

Except this time, your foot does meet the smooth wooden planks along the floor. Instead, it’s met by nothing but thin air and belatedly you realize that, in your terror of the demon, you had retreated to the first staircase. Having no time to correct your mistake, your body tips backwards as your balance is thrown off. As your arms flail out to try to regain control you let out a very unbecoming yelp at the prospect of falling down the stairs and likely cracking your head open on a step or the landing.

Once again Yixing is there to save you. He reaches to grab hold of your hand, pulling you away from the steps and pivots you around so he’s between you and your close brush with an embarrassment you would never live down. His hands are cold, impossibly cold, and the grip he has on you sends your heartbeat into overtime – scratch that, the proximity he’s holding you at does. One arm has snaked around your waist to hold you firmly to his body, as if he could protect you wholly from making another stupid mistake tonight. His slim build does nothing to hide the fact that he is solid muscle. His hands may be comparable to ice, but his core body just seems to lack heat and is cool through the few layers of clothing he has on. Your own body seems to thrum with the closeness of him, something stirring deep inside of you.

“Careful, little one.” His tone is scolding while his lips are pressed into a thin line, brows scrunched together. The concern is hard to miss this time and the revelation that this heartless being is showing some semblance of kindness to you sends you spiraling further.

Heat colors your cheeks, making it hard to deny the embarrassment you were feeling with the whole situation. Yixing’s eyes rake over your features and you note offhand that his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. It’s a similar reaction Jongin had before he tried to tear into your neck, however you find it hard to react to Yixing the same way. “I-I am so sorry.”

You’re sorry? You instantly cringe at the fact you had apologized to the man – the thing that had kidnapped you from a church just days beforehand. He must have something similar running through his mind because the widening of his eyes and slow blink tell the story. “You’re sorry?” He questions, shaking his head and letting go of you. Somehow, you’re left feeling colder when he does. “You should not apologize for having an appropriate reaction to my kind. You have nothing at all to apologize for.”

“The piano stopped.” You note out loud, voice surprisingly even. Yixing regards you closely, being able to tell so much had happened in such a short period of time for you that you were choosing to focus on the small things before you tackle the large ones. “Were you playing it?”

“Yes,” Yixing answers, adding more gently, “I think it’s time for you to get into bed, little one.”

“I think you’re right.” You concede. He moves to the side, gesturing politely that you continue on your way. The first few steps are a bit wobbly, still feeling blindsided by the events that just transpired. A blood thirsty demon trying to rip into your neck, another, slightly less blood thirsty demon saving you from him, and then saving you from your own clumsy self. You had found yourself wishing these past few days to just run into Yixing again so you could demand that he release you, demand that he take you home unharmed and leave you be. But here he was, looking impossibly handsome in the flickering light, being kind, and you could not bring yourself to do so.

He follows a pace behind, his presence following you down the hall and up another flight of stairs. When you enter your bedroom, he stops in the doorway; lingering, watching. You pull the blankets back from the bed, trying to think of what to say to the red-eyed man.

“Sleep well.” He states softly, beating you to it and reaching in to take hold of the doorknob, beginning to shut the door. Your heart leaps in your throat at the thought of being alone, at the thought of Jongin being somewhere in the house. They don’t know what lurks in the shadows. When Jongin had spoken it, you had taken it as a serious warning. It flared up in your mind again, spreading through you like wildfire.

“Wait!” The panic in your voice made him halt, looking up at you with widened eyes. “What if he ends up coming back?”

Yixing drew himself up to his full height, shoulders tense and expression solemn. “Jongin will not come back, nor will he hurt you. I will not let anyone hurt you. I promise it.” His tone was even but laced with seriousness you had not expected. It was hard not to believe the words when he conveyed them so earnestly.

You turn from him, trying to steady the warmth that spread through you at his sudden flare of protectiveness. Keeping your voice as even as possible, you manage to murmur, “I believe you,” as you slide out of your slippers and into bed. “And I want to talk tomorrow.”

Yixing nods, beginning to close the door once more. “Good night, little one.”

You shrug out of your coat and unlace the corset, shrugging them both off before you lay down in bed, pulling the blankets up high. The piano never starts back up, but you don’t find difficulty in drifting off.

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real-pcy-exo · 5 years

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Lawyer AU for Lay 🙈

Sun - Yixing/Lay x reader (angst)

Moodboard made by the one and only @cbxs 💓

The burning passion inside of you always kept you warm. But it was never enough. That's why the sun existed. The sun always shined the brightest, standing out to the whole universe. It kept you warm, gave you hope. You aspired to fly to sun the sun but often wondered whether your wings burn down if you flied to close to it? If you looked around you, a small kindle of fire was truly the one that kept you warm. But before even you can appreciate it, it burns itself out.

Working was fun in a certain way. Whomever said being a lawyer was hard was most definitely right. But also whomever said it was worth it had lied. A childhood dream to serve the nation but with wit not muscle had driven you to this very day. Having a small box in the corner of your heart labeled 'feelings' remained untouched for years while you focused on being successful. And your inspiration? The sun. Even in the darkest and the cloudiest day, it peeked through all of it and made its presence clear. In the hot scorching summer when the sun is hated by everyone most oftenly forgets without it, the world would become cold and bitter. You thought being a lawyer was the same. Even in the toughest cases, you kept by your stance. And when people hated you or your job for proving their innocence or their crime, you smiled through it. But then why did you feel like a part was missing inside of you. In your office, located in the small corner of a big room, separated by half walls but by the huge glass window that provided you a beautiful view, you looked out from it and thought back if it was worth it. If keep looking forward and not acknowledging what was beside you worth it. The same thought doesn't leave you when you packed your bag and got in your car. It doesn't leave you when you unlocked the door to your cold lonely apartment. It doesn't leave you when you went to sleep in your bed alone with no one to share it with.

College life is either a person's best or worst experience. There are no in between. It doesn't get defined by how much you partied which equals to having fun or how much time you spent on studying while equals to having no fun. You had different type of fun. While you memorized laws after laws, you always closed your eyes and imagined yourself in a courtroom being able to use it. Of course you had friends whom you hung out with, but only sometimes. Not making a deep connection with a friend was one of your biggest regret.

It was the second year of college when he came around. He was second year as well majoring in music composition. He also had passion for dance. He was popular around the college for his looks and his unique personality. It was very charismatic, trapping everyone in his fist and dangling them around and such. Or so you thought at the beginning before meeting him. He was too pure to do it. Hell that guy even forgot to name his first pet cat. But he had a name, a beautiful name. Yixing. You never got to ask him what it meant. Sometimes you wish you did. But for you, it will always mean the angel whom you hurt.

You didn't know how you ended up making friends but you managed. One of them was a party animal. Being an art major, she always used the excuse of 'being high helps me become creative' to go to parties and sometimes was successful to drag you with her. You didn't necessarily like it but didn't hate it either. That's how you met him. Your second regret, ever going to that specific party. After a point in life, maybe it became one of his biggest regret as well. You wouldn't know now, would you? As usual the party was blasting through the roof. You stood in the balcony. Because that's what you liked the most, going in parties but slipping into the balcony and look up to the sky. The moon was beautiful that night, so beautiful that the vivid image of it was itched deeply inside your brain. Or was it the moon or the face. His face. He didn't want to be there, inside the party. He slipped into the balcony for air but as he told you before, he found himself breathless in the sight of you. The silence was not unwelcomed. But his voice was too soothing. Introduction led to exchanging numbers, exchanging texts, exchanging laughter's and sharing memories and at the end sharing a bed. It wasn't hard to fall in love with him. He loved you deeply as well. Sometimes he showed it in the morning by taking you out and just walking down the street and talking. Sometimes he showed it at night being deep inside of you while sharing passionate 'I love you's. But another summer came. The sun shined bright again reminding you your dreams. Dreams you almost forgot about. The lackings showed itself in your results from last semester. It reminded you to look forward. But even in the courtroom you could see him sitting in a far away corner, giving you support and love. But it was your dream and yours alone. You couldn't ask of him to be put on second in someone's priority list, specially by his significant other. By the time clouds made its way back and rain poured down, you became alone again. The sun was nowhere to be seen, just like the sun if your life. The weather being gloomy and depressing just like your mood. But you kept you held your chin up and chest puffed. By the time flowers bloomed, your heart broke. He left. That's what you wanted but when he actually left, he left with a piece of you. The bright and happy piece of you.

As you get out of your bed without a wink of sleep after a night of remembering, you wish away your dry tear stains hoping you could wash away your regrets too.

A/N: I'll try my best to be more active in the future

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smilemingyu · 5 years

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request: Can i request a yixing cheating angst? It can be fake texts, scenario, whatever you want to make it💜💜

Side note: This goes with not so different!

#exo fake texts #yixing #yixing angst #yixing fake texts #kpop fake texts

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amandoaexo · 5 years

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“I really like you” Yixing’s voice is so peaceful, and you can’t help but smile. His hand resting in your stomach as you look at the ceiling, unsure of what to answer. Out of the corner of your eye you can see him hiding his face in the pillow, a little embarrassed. But you understand. This was not supposed to happen. He had told you before that he was in a business trip, and you knew he was returning to China in two weeks. You’re not even sure if you’re gonna see him again. But somehow you just smile, rolling to your side so you can face him. He smiles back with sweetness in his eyes and exposing that dimples that you find so cute. Your hand caresses his cheek softly. “You know I like you too”. You feel his arms holding you closer as he kisses your forehead. For a few moments he remains quiet with his head laying against yours. You could almost hear him thinking. Then his voice comes peaceful again. But bitterer. “I wish things were easier” You move his arm and lower your body so now your head is resting against his chest. You take a deep breath while you touch his shoulder, making small circles with your finger. “I know”

#exo angst #exo fluff #yixing angst #yixing fluff #exo drabble #exo imagine #exo scenario #yixing drabble #yixing imagine #yixing scenario #lay angst #lay drabble #my writing

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angstyexo · 6 years

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warnings: themes of self-hatred

[12:14 am] you turned on your side to see yixing sleeping peacefully. the faint sunlight coming from the window made him look ethereal. you debated whether to go. to run away far from here. the reason?

because you don’t deserve him.

your boyfriend, zhang yixing, could be described using many words. talented, handsome, kind. he had a promising future, yet somehow, you couldn’t see yourself fitting in it.

you were normal. you didn’t have a mesmerizing voice like yixing. you weren’t praised for your looks like yixing. you weren’t kind and patient like yixing.

so why did he choose you? why you of all the women he could have gotten? you weren’t famous, you weren’t worthy of praise.

you slowly peeled yixing’s arm off your waist and went inside the bathroom. you stared at your reflection.

what made yixing love you so much?

you debated whether to just leave. to pack all your things and to run away. you felt the hot tears slowly creeping up. your breath started to become unstable.

the creaking of the wooden floor outside the bathroom shook you back to reality. a groan came from yixing as he ruffled his hair, still half-asleep.

“(y/n)?” he called out with a raspy morning voice. yixing noticed you and immediately went over to you at the sight of your tears.

now completely awake, he pulled you against his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you.

“what’s wrong, love? why are you crying?”

you swallowed. you hid your face in the crook of his neck. “i don’t deserve you. you deserve more.” you said quietly.

yixing sighed, but he wasn’t annoyed. “why do you think that?”

“because you’re zhang yixing. you’re talented and perfect. i’m just... me,” you said as you sniffled.

yixing gently peeled you off of him and gripped your shoulders. he looked straight into your eyes.

“just because you can’t see what’s worth praising in yourself doesn’t mean that others can’t either. there are so many things that i love about you that you just can’t see.

“your smile and laugh. they brighten my day to the point where nothing could drag me down. your modesty. you never boast or brag to others. your loving nature. you care for me and for others so much.”

he smiled softly at you. “there are so many things that you can’t see but they are as clear as day to me.” he wiped the single tear that rolled down your cheek.

“don’t cry, love. i’d rather see your beautiful smile. it never fails to make me fall in love with you all over again.”

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exhoe-imagines · 6 years

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farewell summer → zyx

(if you know the owner of this gif, pls let me know!)

summary → a trip to your step-brother baekhyun’s beach house for the summer throws you into a whirlwind of romance and heartbreak when you bump into the local surf teacher

word count → 9.9k+

warnings → angst, sadness, smut; biting + oral (fem!reader receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of drinking, one-night stands

a/n → here it is, the last fic of the summer :’) this one really gave me some trouble to write, but i’m really happy with how it worked out !! i hope all of you yixing stans out there can enjoy this ~ admin ruby (requests used [x] [x])

You stared out the window, eyes wide as you took in the view. Waves crashed against the shore of the beach nearby, so close it practically functioned as your backyard. The blue sea and bright sky were vivid with color, and when you opened the window just a crack, the fresh and salty aroma from the ocean wafted in just slightly.

It was the most relaxed you had felt in such a long time, and you were more than excited to spend the rest of your summer taking in the scenery every morning.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Baekhyun, your step-brother, asked as he walked up behind you. He was really the one to thank for such an opportunity. You knew he had been renting a beach house for the summer, but you never imagined he’d invite you to join him in living in it. Of course, you had immediately agreed, instant relief washing over you just at the thought of a few months away from your normal daily stresses.

“I can’t believe we’re really gonna stay here for three months.” You chuckled, turning to face Baekhyun. Even looking around at the house now, it was still hard to take it all in. The place was huge, with large windows, a second floor, and the retro furniture around giving the perfect pop of color. When you had initially entered the house, you thought you were in the wrong place, until you noticed your brother’s knick-knacks scattered around. Then he had given you a tour, leaving you shocked as you realized this was really happening.

“I told you I got a good deal!” Baekhyun grinned, accomplishment radiating off him. Normally, you’d try to humble him, not wanting to deal with him when he got too overconfident, but he wasn’t wrong. Not only was the place extremely affordable, it was in the heart of the town. You had noticed all the small shops and restaurants when you drove in, buzzing with life and good vibes.

It was exactly the place you needed to forget about the rest of the world, and that’s exactly what you planned to do.

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Unsurprisingly, between you and Baekhyun, there was no other option for starting your summer off besides getting drunk at the nearest bar. The place didn’t take long to find, and after a quick clothing change, you were both ready to leave.

Luckily, your earlier observations of the town’s energetic lifestyle weren’t wrong. Music blasted through the club, reverberating off the walls and practically shaking the room. A crowd had already formed on both the dance floor and near the bar, people alternating between shots and dancing. Baekhyun’s eyes practically sparkled as he took in the view around him, already feeling welcome in the party atmosphere. You were just as excited, but tried to stay more composed. Tonight was for fun, yes, but you didn’t want to get out of hand. At least one of you had to stay mildly sober, and there was no way that role was going to Baekhyun.

Speaking of your brother, within five minutes he had left your side, already off drinking with a group of girls who’d caught his eye. You shook your head and scoffed, but to be honest you didn’t mind much. Heading off on your own sounded better than listening to Baekhyun flirt with every person in a five-foot vicinity. Just the thought made you gag.

During a particularly energetic song, you were able to grab a seat by the bar while people left to go dance. After ordering something that was probably more sugar than alcohol, you sat sipping away, eyes glancing around every so often to make sure Baekhyun was nearby. Quickly spotting him making out with someone on the dance floor, you cringed and turned back to your drink. Clearly, he was doing fine.

“Looking for someone?” A man sat down beside you, voice light but suggestive enough for you to know his intentions. Normally, someone making a move on you at the bar would call for an instant rejection, but all ideas of that went straight down the drain as you made eye contact with him. His dark brown eyes stared deeply into yours, and you almost melted under his gaze as he smiled.

“Nope.” You twisted your fingers around your straw, smirking when his eyes followed the motion. “Just looking around.” At this point, you could care less what Baekhyun was doing, and you surely weren’t about to bring up your annoying older brother to a very attractive stranger.

“What about you?” you asked, arching an eyebrow. “Surely you aren’t here just to talk to me.”

The stranger grinned, leaning in closer to you, and you noticed the deep dimple at the corner of his lips. “And what if I am? What if I saw a girl near the bar alone, and wanted to ask her to dance?”

You bit your lip. “Then I’d say we should go join the crowd.”

----

The man, who you quickly learned was named Yixing, ran his hands up and down your sides, pulling you closer to his body. You pushed against him with a smirk, reveling in the shaky exhale he let out against your neck. There was no denying the bulge pressed against your back, and the feeling had you grinding back harder against his crotch to the beat of the music, victorious grin on your lips as he let out a heavy but quieted groan.

“Mhm you’re so sexy,” he whispered into your ear, and you could feel your skin heat up at his words. The combination of his skillful hips moving against you and his deep voice murmuring things only you could hear had you growing hotter by the minute, and you were barely holding onto your composure to not drag Yixing back to the beach house right then. One night stands weren’t usually your thing, nor was the immediate and intense attraction you were feeling right then, but neither seemed like a bad or unwelcomed idea at the moment.

With a swift turn, you were facing Yixing, pressing your palms against his chest and feeling his firm muscle under his tight black shirt. His fingers dug into your waist, moving you so one of his legs was between your own, letting you feel the rough denim of his jeans against your thigh.

You leaned upward, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the short blond hair on his nape. Pulling him down slightly, you let your lips meet for the first time of the night. Yixing immediately pressed into the kiss, his mouth parting with a gasp before he started sucking on your lower lip. His tongue impatiently pressed into your mouth, wasting no time exploring every corner it could reach. Within seconds you were both out of breath from the intensity, pulling away just slightly so your lips were barely touching, both of you breathing the same lustful air. His plump lips were swollen and shiny, and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your teeth sink into his bottom lip to tug it gently.

“My place is near here,” you breathed against his mouth, hoping you weren’t being too forward. While what you were doing now was nice, you didn’t exactly want to make out in front of a bunch of strangers, and you were also hoping for the night to escalate if you were lucky enough.

Fortunately, it seemed like you made the right decision since Yixing nodded eagerly. He straightened up, looking around to find the exit before his eyes locked on the door. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you in the other direction, and you followed him with great anticipation. Just before you left, you caught eyes with Baekhyun who seemed surprisingly put together, since he was sober enough to shoot you one last incredulous look, silently asking if you were really taking a stranger to the beach house. You just shrugged, leaving him behind without much guilt. He’d get home fine.

You turned your attention back to Yixing once you got outside. “My place is just around here,” you informed him, never so relieved for a short distance ever in your life.

Yixing seemed just as grateful, pinning you against the wall by the front door the second you got in the house. The tension during the walk from the bar to the house had been overwhelming, filling the air between you two with expectancy, so the solace of being behind closed doors was better than you could describe.

With both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned against the wall, you had limited control as Yixing trailed his free hand down your side, nibbling at your neck while he did so. His tongue drew circles on your skin before his teeth lightly nipped at the column of your neck. You could only throw your head back against the wall in response, feeling his lips curl up as you revealed more of your unmarked skin to his greedy mouth.

While he focused on painting your skin with hickeys, his hand slid down to the hem of your dress. He hiked the skirt up to reveal your lace panties underneath, and you shivered under his touch as teasingly ran his finger over the textured fabric.

“So pretty baby,” he praised, his breath tickling your ear.

“P-please Yixing,” you gasped, patience withering away quickly as the seconds passed. You were aching for more of his touch, his fingers, his cock, anything you could get.

It seemed Yixing’s restraint was just as weak since he complied and pulled away, letting your hands drop from his grip. “Which way?” You wasted no time in grabbing his hand and pulling him around to the stairs, almost stumbling over your feet as you quickly made your way up. Yixing followed fast behind, taking two steps at a time.

Yixing didn’t bother giving your room a second glance as he pushed you against the bed, slamming the door behind him. You laid back against the pillows as Yixing walked his way over, crawling over you once he got close enough. His lips pressed against yours hurriedly, teeth clashing in a bruising kiss. You trembled under his touch as one of his hands worked on the zipper of your dress while the other propped him up, arm muscles flexing and veins visible as he leaned over you.

Once you had kicked your dress and heels off, leaving you almost bare under Yixing, he pulled back to take in your undressed state. His eyes were dark with lust as they looked over your exposed curves, and he bit his lip to hold back a groan. You arched your back slightly, moving one of your hands to unhook your bra before tossing it off with a sigh.

Yixing’s gaze zeroed in on your chest, and before you could say anything, his head was tilted down, tongue poking out to run along the valley between your breasts. Your hands tangled in his hair, the soft blond curls wrapping around your fingers as you leaned into his touch. Your breath hitched when his mouth moved to one of your nipples, tongue circling the sensitive skin while his fingers moved to work on the other side.

Once satisfied with your level of breathlessness, Yixing trailed further down, tongue drawing a trail from your chest to the top of your underwear. Gasps of his name left your lips as Yixing played with the edge of your panties, curling his fingers under the fabric before he gently pulled them down your thighs and tossed them off. Immediately, his hands pushed between your legs to spread them, mouth latching onto your inner thigh to add another mark to the countless scattered across your skin.

Having him so close to your center but still teasing away made you feel like you had never been wetter before in your life. “God, please Yixing,” you cried out, body practically shaking with anticipation.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you,” Yixing cooed, and luckily stayed true to his words since he pressed his mouth to your core just seconds later. He grunted as your sweet taste invaded his tongue, pushing your thighs apart further so he could get closer.

He eagerly lapped up your arousal, tongue pressing into you to collect as much of it as possible. Your legs shook as he ate you out with vigor, and you involuntarily tried to close your thighs around his head as you grew closer to the edge. Yixing growled in response, fingertips digging into your skin so much so that you wondered if there would be bruises the next day. Ultimately, he gave up trying to stop you and used one of his arms to pin your waist down while his other hand crept down to join his tongue.

While his mouth focused on your clit, tongue gently flicking over it, one of his fingers teased around your entrance, playing with the wetness collected there.

“So wet darling, so warm,” Yixing purred, the vibrations in his voice making you shake. You were sure you could cum at any moment, your body was just waiting for that extra push before giving into pure pleasure. It finally came when Yixing sunk two of his fingers into you slowly, one at a time until the long digits pressed against your walls just the way you needed. With his lips curling around your clit, and his fingers fucking into you at a fast pace, it only took you seconds to feel the shockwaves of your orgasm passing over your body.

With a choked gasp of Yixing’s name, your body jerked in pleasure, thighs closing around his head and back arching. He led you through your orgasm, feeling you pulse around his fingers as he curled them slightly. Only when you sunk into the mattress with a gasp, body nearing the edge of overstimulation did Yixing pull back, removing his hands and mouth from your body.

You watched dazedly as he wrapped his mouth around his fingers, sucking them off before his lips pulled away with a pop. “So sweet.” He winked, leaving you flustered under his gaze.

As you caught your breath, Yixing climbed off the bed to strip. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he pulled his denim jacket off, followed by his shirt, toned chest and stomach making you lick your lips. His shoes and jeans were next, before he pulled his underwear off, hard cock slapping against his stomach once the fabric was out of the way.

You watched with bated breath as he made his way back to you, crawling over you as you leaned back on the bed. Immediately you pulled him down for a kiss, letting out a pleased sigh as his warm skin pressed against yours. While one hand gripped his jaw, your other hand dug into his back, feeling his muscles roll and flex as he held himself up. His arms settled beside your head, giving him support while he rolled his hips against yours. His hard length pressed against your lower stomach, and you whined, shifting to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded, wanting nothing more than for him to sink as deeply as possible into you.

Yixing grunted against your lips, moving one of his hands to wrap around his dick. After a few quick pumps, he pressed the tip against your slit, letting the wetness there spread over his head. You whined as he teased you both further, only providing a slight amount of friction as he rubbed against you.

“Yixing--”

You choked back a gasp as he finally pushed into you, both of you letting out a moan as the head of his cock slipped inside you. Your fingernails dug into his back as he slid in further, moving slowly until every inch of him was snugly buried within you.

Short huffs left his lips as he finally felt your tightness wrapped around his cock, the feeling better than he could’ve imagined. Slowly, he pulled out just slightly before rocking back in, his hips moving in short fluid moments. He wanted to savor the moment, taking his time with you so he could build you back up slowly.

You weren’t complaining, holding him close as he leisurely thrust into you, movements focused more on coordination than speed. Yixing’s mouth found your neck as he rolled his hips, sucking marks under the spot behind your ear and across your collarbones. Your chest heaved as his thrusts grew stronger, still keeping their slow pace, but pushing into you harder.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, accentuating his words with a rough grind of his hips. You whimpered in response, nails dragging down his back. “So good,” he murmured against your skin, high pitched moans leaving his lips as he grew closer to his orgasm. The built-up teasing from the night had gotten him worked up more than he thought it would, and after making you cum once and hearing you moan his name, he was so close to losing it. Luckily, you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, which meant you were close to the edge as well.

Still, Yixing was set on making you cum first. He decided to speed his movements up, hips snapping against yours. The change of pace had you gasping for air, Yixing smirking against your neck at your level of breathlessness. After a particularly hard thrust, you threw your head back, jaw slack in pleasure, and Yixing knew he had found your weak spot. Angling his hips, he made sure the head of his cock brushed over that sensitive spot every time he rolled his hips, and within just a few minutes you could feel yourself reaching another orgasm.

“Yixing-- I’m--.” You could barely get the words out, the force of Yixing’s movements leaving you dizzy. You didn’t need to say much more, however, since Yixing knew exactly what to do. He quickly sucked on one of his fingers before pressing it between your legs, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure. It was just what you need to fall over the edge for the second time, eyes rolling back as you went tense in Yixing’s hold.

Seeing you reach your own pleasure and feeling you tighten around him had Yixing jerking into you one last time before he came, body stilling as his cum spilled into you. He rolled his hips a few more times to prolong the feeling for both of you, and his teeth sunk into your neck to quiet his whimpered groan. The slight pain had you shaking and pulling him closer, both of you panting as the shockwaves of your orgasms pulsed through your bodies.

After both of you had caught your breath, Yixing pulled out and laid beside you, pulling you into his chest. You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh, but cleanup was the last thing on your mind as you snuggled into his hold.

“That was nice,” he sighed, a lopsided smile taking over his face. You could only laugh and nod, feeling his fast heartbeat under your palm as you pressed it against his flushed chest.

There weren’t many words exchanged, but you didn’t feel like there was a need for them anyway. Yixing would surely be gone in the morning, and you didn’t mind that. For now, you knew you both needed sleep, and the feeling of someone else in your bed was something you wanted to hold onto for just a few moments longer.

You woke up to an empty bed, which wasn’t much of a surprise. What did surprise you, however, was the crumpled receipt on your bed stand. A scribbled number and good morning message were messily written across the back of paper, and you smiled at the little heart Yixing had drawn in the corner.

Despite the cute note, you didn’t bother putting Yixing’s number in your phone. You kept the paper though, just in case. If you needed another good night this summer, you knew you’d have someone to call first. With the way the note was written, though, you worried Yixing had taken last night as something more than a one-night stand. As amazing as he was, it wasn’t like you were sticking around forever. Three months weren’t a long time, and you weren’t looking for any type of relationship anytime soon.

With one last glance, you folded the paper and stuck it in your bedside drawer. Just in case.

----

“So where should we explore first?” you asked Baekhyun later that afternoon, after you both had gotten over your morning hangovers. Baekhyun had made it home safely as you expected, and luckily didn’t say anything about Yixing, even after you had awkwardly caught him cringing at the sight of the red bite on the side of your neck. After some quick clean up, you proposed the idea of heading out, anxious to start off your tour around town as quickly as possible. Luckily, Baekhyun had seemed just as eager. You had both gotten dressed in your best summer clothes and were now walking up and down the streets nearby the house, slightly overwhelmed by all the options you had. Shops lined up on both sides of you, all of them looking equally enticing to visit with their bright signs and windowed displays.

“Do you think there’s another bar nearby?” Baekhyun mused, scrolling through the map on his phone. You rolled your eyes. How typical of him.

“I’m not going to another bar for at least a year,” you joked.

Baekhyun huffed, ignoring your dramatics as he pointed to a shop on the corner. “We should go there.” The building was light yellow and blue, and as you walked closer, you realized it was a surf shop.

“Why this one?” It looked nice, but almost out of place amongst the other vibrant stores. It wasn’t like you were interested in what it had to offer either, not really one for surfing, but Baekhyun seemed intrigued.

He pushed the door open, shrugging. “I want to try learning how to surf this summer.”

The shop seemed empty from what you could tell, no customers walking around or even a person behind the counter. You wondered if maybe the place was closed or something, and you considered asking Baekhyun to leave.

“You? Surfing?” You laughed, before shaking your head. “This is a waste of time, no one is here anyway.” Your efforts went unnoticed as Baekhyun ignored you, pushing past you to walk over to the far wall where the surfboards were propped. You sighed, seeing there was no way of convincing him, and turned around to follow him.

The boards were shiny under the natural sunlight let in by the windows around, surfaces smooth under your touch as you ran your fingers over them. There were many different sizes and colors, and while you weren’t sure what the difference was between them, it was still interesting to see the variety.

“Should I go with blue or orange?” Baekhyun asked you, looking between two of the boards.

You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Do you guys need any help?”

Baekhyun turned around immediately to face the worker, but you stayed still in your spot, knowing exactly who was standing behind you. After a slight pause, you awkwardly twisted around to see Yixing, his steps faltering and eyes widening as he realized it was you. Quickly, his gaze darted to Baekhyun, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“I-um, sorry to bother you. I was in the back.” He halfheartedly gestured to the wall behind the counter, and you noticed the door off to the side.

“It’s fine.” Baekhyun brushed his apology off with a smile, and you realized he didn’t recognize Yixing at all from last night. Sure, it had been dark in the club, and you doubted Baekhyun was paying much attention to you throughout the night, but you were still shocked he didn’t notice at all. You caught eyes with Yixing and tried to shake your head as inconspicuously as possible, hoping he would catch on and not say anything. Luckily, he seemed to notice your desperate gaze and cleared his throat before looking back at Baekhyun.

“Anyway, can I help you?” Yixing forced a tight-lipped smile, and you felt bad for making him stay quiet. He probably felt like you were ashamed of him.

“I’m just trying to pick a color.” Baekhyun laughed, not noticing the tension that seemed to be drowning the room. Yixing stepped closer, looking at both of his options. He hummed slightly, before looking up at Baekhyun.

“Have you ever been surfing before?”

You stifiled a laugh, and Baekhyun replied sheepishly. “Is it that obvious?”

Yixing shook his head. “Not really. I’m just used to new people passing through around this time every year.” He pulled the two boards out, handing one to Baekhyun and holding the other.

“As you can tell, these are a bit shorter than some of the other ones. They aren’t the best choice to start off with if you’re not used to surfing yet. Not to mention,” he tapped his fingers against the board, a small clicking sound resounding off it, “These ones are harder boards too. You’re gonna wanna go with a soft board your first time around.”

You listened intently as Yixing explained the basics, his soft voice and extensive knowledge grabbing your attention. He clearly knew what he was talking about as he instructed Baekhyun on which board to choose, helped him get some wax, and even showed him the type of wetsuit to invest in. You had to admit, the way the information rolled off his tongue, paired with his professional tone, was extremely attractive. You paid attention and stored his words for later, knowing your brother had a short attention span and was probably too excited to be listening carefully.

As Baekhyun checked out, you looked up Yixing behind the counter. His brown eyes were focused on the register, but flickered up quickly to look at you as you spoke up.

“Thank you for your help. God knows he wouldn’t have been able to understand all of this without you here.” You tried to make your tone as thankful as possible, hoping your complimentary words would ease the uncertainty in the air.

Of course, Baekhyun ruined the moment by scoffing. “It’s not like you’re any smarter about surfing than I am.” You jabbed him in the side with your elbow, rolling your eyes as he whined and pushed you back. Yixing watched your bickering with a tight jaw, the muscle only relaxing when Baekhyun looked up at him.

“Oh really? No interest in it whatsoever?” The question was directed at you, Yixing’s polite tone still holding an edge to it.

You awkwardly chuckled and shook your head. “Not really. I don’t think I’d be good at it anyway.”

Yixing nodded before handing Baekhyun his receipt. “My number is on the back. I’d be happy to help the two of you with some lessons if you want.”

Your eyes widened at his forwardness, clearly seeing the intentions behind his words, but Baekhyun nodded eagerly, turning to you. “I don’t know about her, but I’ll definitely take you up on the offer.”

They were both staring at you expectantly now, and you couldn’t help but feel put on the spot. You hadn’t expected to see Yixing again after last night, and you didn’t think if you ever did run into him that it would end up with planning surfing lessons together. Adding Baekhyun into the mix only made the situation a million times worse.

As you thought about it, though, you realized there was nothing for Yixing to hold against you. Sure, you had spent a night together, but it was never suggested to be anything more or anything less. Plus, you didn’t want him alone with Baekhyun. That was worse than just sucking it up and going too. You could only hope Yixing would stay in line around Baekhyun, for both of your sakes.

Attempting to seem unaffected, you shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not? I’ll give it a shot.”

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows in shock, glancing at you in confusion. You knew you’d have to deal with questions later, but you were prepared.

Yixing seemed just as surprised by your response, nodding before turning to Baekhyun. “I’m glad to hear that…” He trailed off, silently asking for his name.

“Baekhyun.” He was quick to introduce himself. “And this is my step-sister, Y/N.”

Immediately, Yixing’s gaze shot to you, eyes blinking a couple times as he realized he had read the situation wrong. You caught on quickly, sensing he had probably thought there was more between you and Baekhyun, which explained his tense behavior. Ignoring how completely wrong that assumption was, you sent him a soft smile, hoping to smooth over things and let out a small breath of relief when he returned it.

“I’m Yixing.” He was back to looking at Baekhyun, and you exhaled deeply.

You ended up walking out with an almost empty wallet, your wetsuit and wax in a small bag that you held in one hand and your new red board under your other arm.

Surely this wasn’t a bad decision, right?

----

“This wetsuit is itchy,” Baekhyun whined, tugging at the tight material. You smacked his hand away from his neckline, laughing when he pouted. You were walking down to the beach to meet Yixing, where he was supposed to give you your first surf lessons. He and Baekhyun had quickly set up a date to meet after the day at the surf shop, and you had been on edge while you waited for the time to finally arrive.

“You think your lover boy is here yet?” Baekhyun teased, bumping against you with a chuckle.

You looked over at him with a glare, pushing him back. After your interaction with Yixing, Baekhyun had a million questions, and it didn’t take long for you to spill the truth. You weren’t entirely surprised that Baekhyun had noticed the unspoken tension between the two of you, but you told him not to even think of bringing it up.

“I swear if you say anything embarrassing once he gets here--”

“Yixing!” Baekhyun ignored you as he called out, making you turn quickly to watch as Yixing walked up to the two of you. His wetsuit was tight against his skin and accentuated his lean form, and you couldn’t stop yourself from drinking in the sight. A little looking wouldn’t hurt, right? His blond hair was hanging loosely in his face, small curls framing his face, and you could practically feel their softness just watching them bounce. You quickly tried to pull yourself out of your thoughts, hoping they wouldn’t be a distraction for the rest of the lesson.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long,” Yixing said once he was standing in front of you, apologetic tone heavy in his soft voice.

Baekhyun started to speak, but you didn’t trust him to say anything safe at this point, so you cut him off.

“No, we just got here.”

Yixing nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Ok, I’m glad. Should we get started then?”

Both you and Baekhyun nodded, excitement radiating off him while you were more nervous. This was all new territory for you to explore, and you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of either of them. Yixing seemed nice enough that he wouldn’t make it a big deal, but you knew you’d never hear the end of it from Baekhyun if you messed up.

Luckily, it went pretty smoothly at first. Yixing cut straight to the basics, instructing you to wrap the leash around your ankle and practice lying on the board in the sand while you learned the correct paddling motions. Staying out of the water helped you feel more comfortable, so your confidence levels started out high.

It wasn’t until Yixing was showing you how to “take off” the board, that you realized this was going to be much harder than you had expected. His movements were fluid as he demonstrated the motion, arms flexing as he pushed himself up. You hated yourself for the way your eyes immediately darted to watch the muscles in his arms, knowing exactly what strength they were capable of. The action was practically second nature to him as he effortlessly stood up on the board. You and Baekhyun both watched with wide eyes before he instructed you to try it out.

Baekhyun got ahold of the movement quickly, much to your shock, but it made you feel better about trying it. Surely, if your uncoordinated brother could do it, then you could too.

Only, when you started to pull up your feet from behind you, whether from a lack of wax or balance, you ended up slipping, falling back just as quickly as you pushed up. Baekhyun tried to cover his laugh with a cough, but Yixing was quick to come to your side and help you up.

“Are you ok?” He asked softly, pulling you up and brushing off the excess sand that had stuck to the sleeve of your wetsuit. His touch was gentle and familiar, but you knew Baekhyun was watching your interaction, so you nodded awkwardly and pulled back.

“That’s a lot harder than it looks,” you joked, and Yixing nodded.

“It is. Let me help you.” You weren’t sure how he was going to assist but shifted back to let him do his thing. He quickly applied a bit more wax to the board before having you lie back down.

“Ok push up on your arms.” You did as he said, and he nodded. “Try twisting your torso like I showed earlier.” He kneeled beside you, eyes carefully watching your figure. You weren’t sure if it was the nerves or the fact that his gaze was so heavy, but when you tried to turn, you could feel your arms shaking just slightly, putting your position off. Yixing was quick to notice, hands shooting out to grip onto your side and steady you.

“Is this alright?” he murmured softly, and you nodded after a couple seconds, caught off guard by his warm touch. Even through the thick layers of your wetsuit, you could feel his long fingers wrap around your waist as he helped you turn. “Good job.” His face was so close to yours you could feel his breath against the side of your cheek, his praise making a heat spread over your body. The words were so similar to those from your night together, and they sent the same feeling through your veins.

But just as quickly as you felt his touch, it was gone, Yixing pulling his hands away as he leaned back. “Try to jump up from that position.” You tried to shake yourself out of your light daze and did as he instructed, managing to make it up on your feet without falling. You knew your form was still shaky and could be greatly improved, but you were just glad to be able to do it.

“Much better,” Yixing smiled, standing up and walking over to Baekhyun to check on his progress. You looked over at your brother, flipping him off behind Yixing’s back when he looked at you with a teasing smirk.

As you practiced the jump a couple more times, you looked over at Yixing and Baekhyun. As Yixing showed Baekhyun how to stand correctly on the board, you noticed he helped him fix his form with a hand on his back. You hoped it was an indication that physical contact didn’t mean much to him, and your earlier closeness had no ulterior meaning behind it, but you doubted you were so lucky.

You tried to not think about it for the rest of the lesson, and luckily Yixing didn’t initiate any more close contact that would’ve made you question things more. He finished showing both you and Baekhyun the correct standing posture and explained a few more safety precautions before he said he had to get back to the shop.

It wasn’t until you and Baekhyun had said goodbye, and started to walk away, that Yixing called out for you. You turned around quickly and waited as he ran up to you, both determination and hesitance visible on his features.

“If you want, we can have some solo lessons tomorrow. I’d be happy to help you with your jump more.”

“O-oh,” you started. “What about Baekhyun?” It was a lame response, but you weren’t sure you could handle being with Yixing alone.

“I’m fine, I got it.” Baekhyun was quick to diminish your suggestion.

Yixing looked back at you expectantly, and you took a deep breath. Surely, Yixing was definitely making a move now. There was no doubt about it. The only question now was, were you going to give into his actions?

“Yeah, sounds good then.” You still weren’t sure where you stood with Yixing, but it was an easy answer. And it seemed to be the right one, if the relieved smile on Yixing’s face was any indication.

----

The change in atmosphere was obvious when you met with Yixing the next day. Without Baekhyun as a buffer, you could feel all of his undivided attention on you. It was almost overwhelming, having his eyes on you at all times, and having to keep up a fluid conversation at the same time to avoid any awkward silence.

You weren’t sure how to act with him either, which made it hard to gauge how to lead the discussion. Of course, your previous attraction was still heavy in the air, as you unabashedly checked him out every few minutes, feeling his gaze on you as he returned the gesture when he thought you weren’t looking. You didn’t want to give into that, though, still holding strong to your previous plan of not moving any further forward in your relationship. It was harder than you expected though, with the way Yixing still made your heart flutter with a single gaze.

You ended up running through the same steps as the day before when it came to the lesson, but Yixing was more hands on this time around. His fingers wrapped around your ankle lightly as he tightened the board leash to the correct restriction, and you tried to ignore the way his hand danced up your lower leg just slightly before finally pulling away.

When you worked back up to the take off, Yixing kneeled down beside you like before. You were sure your position was correct this time around, but he insisted on fixing it just slightly, and you could almost feel a shiver run down your back as his hands gripped your waist and turned you.

“Is this good?” you asked softly, and Yixing smiled with a nod, dimple present on his cheek.

“You’ve gotten much better.”

His hands were still on you, but you weren’t sure you wanted him to let go.

“It was all thanks to your help,” you reminded him, relishing in the soft smile and light blush that took over his face. It was clear how much the praise meant to him, with his eyes crinkling into crescents and an embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’m glad to hear that. It’s been a while since I’ve taught lessons like this.” You wondered what he meant. Had he been a surf instructor in the past or did he mean with someone like you, one-night stand turned student? His words piqued your interest, and you just couldn’t let them go.

“What do you mean?” You asked, moving out of position and letting his hands fall from your sides.

“Oh, it’s a long story.” He tried to brush the topic off, but you could see his eyes swirling with memories.

“I have all day,” you pointed out. Besides your lesson with Yixing, you didn’t have any other plans. You were sure Baekhyun wouldn’t mind if you stayed out later than usual, he was probably preoccupied anyways.

Yixing mulled over the idea for a moment before nodding. He stood up and held his hand out for you to grab, pulling you up. “There’s a good food place nearby, we can talk there.” You nodded, glad that your perseverance worked, and reminded yourself that this outing was strictly professional -- between student and instructor, and nothing more.

----

It was over a bowl of chips and salsa that Yixing told you all about his career as a surf instructor. It had started when he had moved to the town a couple years back, and spent his first summer learning to surf before deciding to teach it himself. The thought of his ambition made you smile, seeing the pure intentions behind his actions. There was warmth and softness in his voice as he talked about all the students he had encountered, from young children to first-timers, and you listened intently to all the stories he indulged you in.

“So why did you stop?” you asked, grabbing another chip and popping it in your mouth.

Yixing’s previous smile dropped, eyes losing a bit of their brightness, and you worried you hit a sensitive topic.

“I had a pretty bad wipeout a couple months back and sprained my back.” Your eyes widened and Yixing noticed since he quickly added, “I’m fine now, I promise. It took a while of resting and some therapy, but it’s healed. Trying to get through that and working at the shop kept me from starting lessons again, though. Except for with you, of course.”

Your face warmed at his words. He was really making it difficult not to crush hard, with the way he made you feel so special.

“Well, thank you...for teaching me.”

Yixing shook his head. “No, thank you. Without you and your brother, I’m not sure I would’ve gotten back into lessons. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

His words were completely sincere, and you could feel a pure passion and honestly behind them. It was slightly overwhelming, so you just smiled before looking back down at your bowl of chips. Throwing one into your mouth, you hoped to not have to respond, not exactly sure what to say. It wasn’t hard to feel the way Yixing stared at you though, pressuring gaze heavy on your skin.

You looked back up, catching his eyes, and awkwardly laughed. “Do I have something on my face or?”

You didn’t expect Yixing to grin, chuckling. “Actually,” he pointed towards the corner of your mouth, “Salsa.”

Immediately your hand shot up to wipe at your lips, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. Yixing watched, before shaking his head. “You missed a spot.”

He hesitated for a moment, body still before his hand lifted off the table slowly, reaching out towards you. His eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission, and when you shifted slightly to move closer, his thumb pressed feather-light against the skin at the upturn of your lip. With a quick swiping motion, he pushed the salsa towards your mouth, hand stilling when he felt your lips part and wrap around his fingertip. Yixing’s eyes darkened, holding your stare intensely as your tongue laved over his finger to clean it before pulling back with a pop.

You weren’t sure where the sudden confidence came from, but it just felt so right. Avoiding anything with Yixing was growing to become a harder and harder task, and you wanted to ditch it all together.

“You make it so hard for me to hold back,” he whispered into the air between you, and you weren’t sure whether he meant to say the words in his head or out loud, but it didn’t matter. You had heard them anyway, and they only pushed you to lean closer, bent over the small table you were sharing, behind the back of whatever food place you had sat down at.

“Then don’t.”

Yixing’s hand was back on your skin in less than a second, but this time it was gently holding your cheek, pulling your chin up while he leaned across the table. The kiss was softer than any you had shared previously, starting as a simple peck, before it developed into something more romantic. One moment your mouths were just lightly brushing over each other, and the next second Yixing’s tongue had parted your lips, swirling around your own.

It wasn’t hard to forget everything around you with how the kiss made you feel, but you had enough sense in you to pull away after a couple moments. You were still in public, and despite your table being secluded from the rest of everyone, you wanted to be careful. You smiled as Yixing chased your lips when you moved away, whine bubbling up in his throat when you sat back down in your chair.

With a dopey grin, he fell back in his seat, eyes sparkling.

You were screwed.

----

It didn’t take long for Yixing to become a normal part of your summer schedule.

There weren’t any labels on your relationship, which made you relieved, but you knew for anyone around it seemed like you were dating. On days he was working, you’d be found at the surf shop keeping him company through the long hours. Like the day you had come in, it wasn’t usually super busy, which left you both with a lot of time together. It was a blessing and a curse. Long conversations brought you closer, but you knew it was risky to open up too much to each other. The ending of summer was always at the back of your mind, but you tried to push it away as much as possible, wanting to enjoy the time you did have with Yixing.

If the shop was closed, Yixing would be at the beach house bright and early, greeting you with a morning kiss and breakfast from whatever small food shop he had passed on his way over. Baekhyun was always the one to let him in, and at first, you had felt awkward with the dynamic, but they surprisingly got along well. Sometimes, Baekhyun would tease the two of you or complain about how you were ‘eye-fucking way too much’ and needed to ‘take it to the other room,’ but he was generally supportive.

Baekhyun was out fairly often, out at the bar or catching waves, which left you and Yixing with plenty of time on your hands that you took to full advantage. It didn’t take you long to learn that Yixing had a moaning kink, and was set on getting you to make as much as noise as possible whenever you had sex. To his luck, you weren’t too hard to crack, and one skilled roll of his hips would have you whining out his name in only a few seconds flat. Whether he had you pinned against your bed or pressed against the wall in the back of the shop, you’d fall apart in his hold, and the sight of you gasping and jerking in pleasure would burn into his mind.

Other nights were completely lust-free, and you’d cuddle up on the couch or in bed to watch movies or just talk. One time, you spent the day watching surfing movies, and laughing through the whole thing as Yixing pouted over how unrealistic and cliche they were. Surfing became a weekly occurrence as well, with your lessons continuing, though including much more kissing and touching this time around. Sometimes Baekhyun would join you, and other times he wouldn’t, usually complaining that you were ‘basically fucking right in front of me’ anytime you and Yixing shared any PDA.

The beach became a safe place for the two of you. Hours were spent walking across the length of sand, hands intertwined as you listened to the waves crashing against the shore. It was always during those times that your conversations would take a deeper turn. Yixing would open up more about his injury, and the pain he felt during those long months, and you’d listen intently to his every word.

In return, you’d rant about your busy life, and how this summer was the first cooldown you had in what felt like years. Yixing would squeeze your hand a little tighter when you got worked up, and the soft warmth of his touch would always be enough to pull you back to the present.

Unfortunately, whenever you talked about anything from your life, you neglected to mention that it all took place hours away from where you stood with Yixing then. You hated yourself for not bringing up the fact that after summer ended you’d be going back to the hustle and bustle of your hectic life, and that this trip to the beach was simply a few months escape. You just wanted to hold onto these moments for as long as you could, and not think about how someday soon they’d have to end.

You had fallen for Yixing, and the feeling scared you. It wasn’t hard to tell he felt the same way, and with only a few weeks until autumn arrived, you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

You never expected him to find out one late night snuggled in bed. You were pressed against his bare chest, hands tracing over where his heart was, drawing shapes across his skin. He was still catching his breath as he asked your schedule for the next couple weeks, wanting to know if you could help him at the shop while he worked on surfing lessons. After teaching you, he had started offering help to others, and you were shocked by how many people started asking for his instruction. He was practically the surfing legend of the town, and people were jumping at the chance to get a one-on-one lesson from him. Of course, that meant his hours at the shop were limited, and asking you to help him out seemed like his best chance at being able to balance the workload.

You tensed in Yixing’s hold as he asked you again, voice soft as he waited for a response. Within the next two weeks, you’d be packing up and leaving. It had snuck up on you so quickly, and taking a deep breath, you told Yixing the truth.

“I’m heading back home in a week and a half,” you whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear the words and you could just pretend it wasn’t happening, but with the way his arms tightened around you, you knew he had understood every word. “This trip was just for the summer.”

You didn’t look up, head still resting on his chest to avoid seeing his reactions. He didn’t move or respond, and you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or nervous. All Yixing did was hold you closer, and kiss the top of your head, whispering a soft “ok,” against your hair. It was clear the conversation was over, and with that you fell asleep in his arms, hoping that he wouldn’t feel the few tears that streamed down your cheek. He just prayed you didn’t turn around and see his quivering lip or the dampness at the corner of his eyes.

----

Yixing’s clothes that had previously been scattered around the floor the night before were nowhere to be seen the next morning, nor was his presence in the house. There was no note on a receipt, with a heart and good morning message like he always left on mornings he had to leave early. There was only the coldness of once warm sheets, and the uneasy feeling settling deep in your stomach.

He didn’t call. He didn’t text.

You tried to reach out, but Yixing didn’t respond. A part of you wanted to be shocked, but deep down you knew it was your fault. You were the one who had led him on, and despite your efforts not to, the feelings you had around him had been too hard to resist.

You told yourself it was fine. You had planned on this happening since the beginning, after your first night together. Yixing was just a one-night stand. The words burned your throat as you whispered them out loud to yourself, as if putting them in the air would make the real. As if they would reduce your countless days and nights spent together to a drunken mistake.

The suitcase you had stuffed in the back of your closet made its way to your bed, open and empty and waiting for you to stuff all your clothes and regrets inside. Over time, the beach house grew more and more empty as you and Baekhyun cleared out your things. He didn’t ask any questions about your sudden decrease in mood or the lack of Yixing’s presence, and you were sure he knew what happened.

Before you knew it, the day had come for you to leave. Baekhyun had helped you carry your baggage out to your car, and you felt comforted by his sympathetic smile as he hugged you goodbye at the door. He had to stick behind for a few more days to finish things up with the rental, and even though you had offered to help, Baekhyun knew it was better for you to get home sooner than later. Neither of you had to explain why.

“Thank you for all of this,” you sighed, squeezing him tightly. Baekhyun returned the embrace before pulling back, patting your shoulder affectionately. You started to pull away, ready to leave, when suddenly Baekhyun grabbed your hand.

“Wait.” He stopped you in your tracks. “I think you forgot something.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, confusion evident on your face. You had spent well over a week packing, surely you hadn’t left something behind.

“What?”

Baekhyun smiled, before tilting his head to signal behind you. Immediately, you turned, shocked to see Yixing leaning against your car, hands twisting nervously together. You looked back at Baekhyun, shaking your head slightly as you felt a lump gather in your throat.

Baekhyun squeezed your hand, nodding. “Just talk to him.” With that, he stepped back into the house, leaving you standing in front of the closed door.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around, head tilted down to avoid eye contact. With a few shaky steps, you walked down steps at the door, making your way to your car.

“Baekhyun told me you were leaving today,” were the first words Yixing said, tone solemn and voice shaky. “I needed to say goodbye.”

“You didn’t have to come,” you responded, hand reaching out to grab your car door handle. It was too much, saying goodbye to Yixing. Leaving without a word would be better on your heart, giving you a sliver of hope that it wouldn't be the last time you’d see each other. It wasn’t enough for Yixing, though, since he reached out and grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, free hand reaching up to lightly hold your chin. He tilted your head up, and you immediately fell into a trance staring into his deep brown eyes, more emotion hidden behind them than you had ever seen.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, hoping the words would be enough. “I should have told you.”

Yixing nodded sadly. “You should have.” You tried to turn away, not wanting to hear anything else, but Yixing cupped your cheek and kept you in place. “But it wouldn’t have changed anything. I still would have spent these months with you, regardless of what the outcome would be.”

“Why?” you asked, looking up at him in disbelief.

Yixing smiled, and you tried to not notice how his eyes glazed over with tears. “Because Y/N, don’t you see how happy you make me?’

“But I lied to you.”

Yixing sighed, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “No, you didn’t. You were just trying to keep me happy, which is what you did. I reacted negatively. I should have talked it out with you. Instead, I ran away. It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized what an asshole I had been, and how much better my life was with you in it.”

You reached up and brushed your thumb over his cheekbone, the feeling of his warm skin under your palm just as familiar as you remembered it. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do.” He chuckled, and you smiled along with him. “And even if you have to leave right now, it doesn’t have to mean forever. I’ll wait however long I need to see you again.”

You didn’t respond, just pressed your lips against his, both of you letting out a sigh of relief as your soft skin met his. It wasn’t a sweet kiss or a lust filled one, it was an emotional one, with a promise held behind it.

“Till next time.”

----

The drive seemed like it took a million years, anticipation making it feel like you’d never reach your destination. The second you parked you were jumping out of your car, following the path that was still so familiar despite the fact that it had been months since you’d walked those streets.

The air still smelled of salt and freshness, but with a hint of spice and warmth as the restaurants and cafes nearby brought out their autumn specials. The once vibrant signs had been replaced with more toned down neutral colors, tans and browns giving off a cozy vibe. The summer energy was gone, replaced with a calm silence, the only sound around the crunch of fallen leaves.

The shop stood the same, still slightly out of place, but just as put together as you had left it. With a deep breath, hands shaking, you pushed the door open, slightly surprised by the small bell sound that signaled your arrival. That was new. The space behind the counter was empty, and you smiled, not at all surprised.

“I’ll be with you in a minute! Do you need any help?” The soft sweet voice flowed through the open door at the back, and you stayed silent, not wanting to ruin the surprise. While you waited, nervousness bubbling up in your stomach, you took a quick glance around the store. It was pretty much the same, except for a few minor changes. Full body wetsuits had replaced the short ones, and now wooden surfboards leaned against the wall.

You heard footsteps growing closer, and turned to the door with a smile.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, did you need any--” Yixing stopped when he saw you, shock evident on his face before it morphed into pure happiness. He was next to you in less than a second, scooping you into his arms as he squeezed you tightly.

You giggled as he cupped your face, leaving soft kisses across every place he could reach -- your nose, forehead, cheeks, and lastly your lips, capturing them in a soft peck.

“I don’t think I need any help,” you murmured against his mouth, smile curling up the ends of your lips. “I found exactly what I need.”

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A Monster’s Revenge (Tragic Ending)

a/n: yes you did read that right: tragic ending. I couldn’t stop my angsty self from making a separate epilogue to “Monster”. So get ready, my angsty friends, ‘cause it’s about to get intense!

a/n part 2: really sorry this came ages later but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i’ve been struggling a bit with writer’s block and other mental problems.

Read part 1 here!

Genre: Mafia AU, angst

Pairing: Yixing x Reader (sort of?) ft. Chanyeol and Minseok

Words: 5.2 k

Warnings: violence, mentions of death, depression and suicidal thoughts

It had already been too late for you once the paramedics arrived. They found Yixing clutching to your pale, lifeless body, his tears falling onto your face. It had been a struggle to retrieve you from his grasp, he held onto you as if his life depended on it. Finally, Minseok came and tore his friend away from you, allowing him to kick and scream, to yell and cry, to let his emotions run free while the paramedics carried you away, empathy written on their faces as they looked one last time at your distressed husband.

Yixing was never the same after your death. On some days, he would be everyone’s worst nightmare, letting the monster inside him run free, locking up his emotions so that he wouldn’t have to deal with all the pain he was feeling. On those days, his men were terrified of him, knowing that the slightest mistake made could make him snap and be lethal for them all. On other days, he would fall down a deep, dark depression, locking himself up inside his bedroom, sometimes for days on end, trying to find the will to keep going. On those days, his men would be terrified for him. They knew that their once powerful and rational leader had died with you and all that was left was a monster counting down the days till his demise.

No matter what kind of day Yixing was having, he would always find time to visit your grave, flowers in hand. He found it strangely ironic, placing flowers on your grave as a sign of paying respect when flowers had been the cause of your death. He would sit by your grave and talk to you about anything: his day, the weather, but most of all, how much he missed you. He would recall the moments the two of you made together and let his vulnerable side show, the last thing you had seen before you had drifted off. It was on those days when he felt your spirit beside him and he firmly believed you were listening to him and watching over him.

Even after visiting you, pouring his heart out to your resting place, Yixing never felt quite at peace. He kept having recurring nightmares of you calling out to him, drifting farther and farther away. He continued to chase after you, wanting to come to your aid, but everytime he caught up, he would see you trapped in Chanyeol’s arms, your body limp and your lips turning a light shade of blue. Chanyeol would flash him an evil smile before saying, “You’re too late, Yixing. There’s no way you can save her.” Yixing could feel his heart breaking as he looked at you, a tear trailing down your cheek as you whispered his name, “Yi...xing,” before you ultimately closed your eyes.

Yixing always woke up the same way, screaming out your name, his body drenched in sweat from the intensity of the nightmare. His breathing heavy, he turned to the side, expecting to see your resting body next to his, but all he saw was an empty space. He gently stroked the material of the bedding as a tear managed to escape, his heart aching at the loneliness he felt. He quickly got out of bed, brushing the wet trail the tear had left behind. He made his way down to the kitchen and made himself some coffee, the way he would always make it for you.

It was this little ritual that kept him from going completely insane, it made his life feel normal. He had never understood why you drank your coffee black and strong, it was too bitter for him. But ever since you were gone, he forced himself to drink it, in memory of you and your love for it. He had to admit that once he had gotten used to the flavor, he enjoyed it and he started looking forward to it each morning.

While drinking his morning coffee, he made his morning rounds through his mansion, going the same route you always chose. In a way, he felt, by doing this ritual, he was preserving your spirit. He would wander the halls, gaze at the paintings, touch the velvety curtains, all while sipping the hot, bitter drink in his hand.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the recurring nightmares or the fact that he was isolating himself a little more each day, but he felt as though you were there with him this morning. He cast the thought aside as he reached the balcony you always sat on and seated himself on the edge, his feet dangling in the air. He stared out into the quiet morning, reminiscing in the days where he would silently watch you. He had never realized how peaceful mornings were, having always had things to do from the minute he woke up. He wished he could just turn back time, to be with you again, to enjoy these mornings together with you. There are so many things I would change if I could relive my life, he thought solemnly.

“Are you just going to sit there all day?” a voice asked from behind.

Yixing turned around, angry that someone had disturbed his thoughts, but found himself to be alone. He slowly turned back to face the sunrise, only to see your figure sitting beside him on the ledge of the balcony. You were staring off into the distance, wearing your typical black silk robe, hair slightly messy, the way you always looked in the morning. Yixing caught his breath as he gazed at your beauty and, for a minute, he forgot that you were dead. He reached out to touch you, to stroke your cheek, but he was met with absolute nothingness.

You turned your head to face him, shock written on his face as your eyes pierced through him, leaving him breathless. “How long are you going to keep staring at me for?” you asked, causing Yixing to gasp. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes but you still remained seated beside him.

“You’re not real,” he stated, turning around to get off the ledge and back inside his house. You appeared in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Of course I’m not real, Yixing! I’m simply a figment of your imagination,” you started, sending shivers down his spine as you mentioned his name. “The real me is dead, remember? You held me in your arms as you watched the life leave my eyes.” The memories of that fateful day rushed back to him and he was met with a mixture of sorrow and rage. Sorrow for losing the love of his life and rage for not being able to protect you from Park Chanyeol.

“Why are you even here?” he asked, fighting back the tears.

“You can’t keep living like this, my love. You’re driving yourself insane, living in the past, isolating yourself, blaming yourself for my death,” you said.

“If you’re here to tell me to move on with my life then think again. How could I continue to live a happy life knowing that my one true love is dead?” Yixing cried out, his tears overflowing.

“You’re pathetic,” you scoffed, crossing your arms. Those were words he never thought would cross your lips and it made him seethe in rage.

“How DARE you speak to me like th-!” he started forward, raising his hand at you, but was stopped when he looked into your eyes.

They were cold and emotionless as you stared at him in disgust, something he had never seen before. He had only ever seen your eyes full of warmth, even in your darkest days. She isn’t real, Yixing, the voice inside his head reminded him.

“The man I married wouldn’t waste away like this, wallowing in self pity,“ you started. “He would take action and get his revenge on the man responsible for my death. He would go looking for him and have him begging for mercy.” With those words, you started fading away.

Yixing grew wide-eyed, he wasn’t ready for you to leave just yet. “Y/N!” he called out. “Please don’t go! Don’t leave me all alone like this!” he cried, wrapping his arms around your disappearing figure. But just like before, all he was met with was nothing. He fell to his knees, staring at the spot you had stood on just seconds ago, begging his brain to bring you back, to no avail.

Yixing searched everywhere for you, going to your favorite stores, cafés, he even showed up at your workplace, all to get another glimpse of you. He thought that by going to places you frequently went to, your image would appear in front of him once more. This wasn’t the case, however, and as the day went by, Yixing grew more and more desperate. He opted on getting some drinks to calm his nerves.

He downed his first two drinks before telling the bartender to just leave the bottle of gin with him. He tried to figure out why he had seen you this morning, months after your death, and why he couldn’t get you to reappear. Maybe she was right, maybe I am going insane, Yixing said to himself as he poured himself another drink. He looked around the bar, finding the place to be strangely familiar. It wasn’t until he spotted a couple flirting a few seats away did he realize that he came to the place where he first spotted you, the place where you two had met for the first time.

He spent the rest of the night in nostalgia as he drank the entire bottle of gin by himself. He recollected the night he first met you, the night he fell deeply in love with you. He knew that you were too good for him, you were too pure and innocent but that just made him want you even more. Some might even say he was obsessed with you, and they would be right. You were like a drug to him, something he just couldn’t get enough of. Being with you was like heaven on earth for him, but now that you were gone, it felt as though he was in his own personal hell.

Reality hit him hard as he finished off his last drink and paid the bartender. He was all alone and try as he might, there was no way he could bring you back. The words you had said to him, or rather what his imaginary you had said to him, flooded his mind as he stepped out into the cool autumn air. “The man I married wouldn’t waste away like this, wallowing in self-pity. He would take action and get his revenge on the man responsible for my death.” Yixing knew what he had to do as he stumbled to his car and took out his revolver, always loaded in case his enemies decided to sneak up on him. He strolled out into the night, making his way towards his rival clan’s mansion, intending to kill Park Chanyeol.

Yixing stood outside of the guarded mansion, hiding in the shadows, observing the parameters in his more than hazy state. Part of him wanted to storm inside and search for your murderer while the other part wanted to wait outside and surprise him. What if he doesn’t come outside? doubt rang inside his head. He knew that going inside would guarantee his death but he was past the point of caring about such things. As much as he wanted to avenge your death, he had to admit that he would rather die trying. He couldn’t see himself in a world without you anymore.

Just as he was about to step out of the shadows and face sure death, a voice sounded from behind him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he heard the voice ask.

“Y/N?” Yixing asked, stumbling backwards as he turned around, awaiting to see your figure again. Disappointment clearly showed on his face when he saw Minseok standing behind him with arms crossed and an annoyed expression. “Oh, it’s just you. What are you doing here?” Yixing asked, half turning back towards the mansion.

“I’m stopping you from doing whatever stupid thing you were about to do,” Minseok said, grabbing his friend’s arm to make him look at him.

“Just go home, Minseok. This is something I have to do. Alone,” he slurred, trying to release himself from his friend’s grip.

“What is it that you have to do? Walk into enemy territory and get yourself killed? What good will that do?” Minseok grabbed Yixing by the shoulders.

“I’ve been putting it off for too long,” he said, staring off into the distance.

“And you think this fucking suicide mission is a good revenge plan? You’re not thinking straight! You haven’t been the same since Y/N’s death!” Minseok yelled at him, letting out all his frustrations. Yixing merely sighed, his expression emotionless and his mind made up. Minseok’s features softened as he stared at his friend, knowing very well that part of his soul had died with you and that he wanted nothing more than to be reunited with you.

But Minseok couldn’t lose his friend like this, he had to change his mind. “Listen, I know losing Y/N was hard for you. She was the love of your life. But she was also my friend and I was devastated when she died. It still hurts knowing that I’ll never be able to see her again and I don’t think that pain will ever go away. For either of us. But I know that she would have wanted you to live on and be happy. I also know that I would never be able to forgive myself if I lost my best friend without even trying to save him from himself,” Minseok said, his voice breaking as tears nipped at his eyes.

Yixing felt his own tears start to form as he embraced his friend, sobbing into his shoulder for the first time since your death. Minseok let his friend cry, knowing he had breached his emotions, knowing his friend won’t go through with his plan. Once Yixing’s sobs died down, Minseok spoke up, “I have an idea for a revenge plan. Something that will make Park Chanyeol wish he was never born.” Yixing stared into his friend’s eyes, an evil gleam in them as he thought of revenge, and smiled at him. He was ready to make his rival suffer.

Yixing found the plan to be a masterpiece and was slightly mad that he hadn’t thought of it first. It started off with the unexpected deaths of a few of Chanyeol’s closest friends and colleagues after Minseok had brided the bartender to poison their drinks. It had been the same poison Chanyeol had used to kill you: an enhanced, man-made form of hemlock found on the thorns of the roses he had sent you on the day of your demise. Minseok had taken the flowers to a friend in the medical field and had him extract the rest of the poison along with create more. Once Chanyeol’s clan found out about the deaths of its members through their own weapon, the leader became suspicious, certain of a traitor lurking in their inner circle.

Minseok had also brided some of his associates to make trade deals with Chanyeol, so that Yixing’s men could target every colleague and partner he came in contact with. They were killed off one by one, each through the same method as Chanyeol’s friends. The leader started to suspect him to be the traitor, hurt that one of his loyal members would turn on his clan. He had his apartment searched but was furious when the raid came back negative. He couldn’t bring himself to drop his suspicions and sent his own watchful eyes out to follow Chanyeol’s every move.

With all of the deaths of his partners taking place, Chanyeol began to feel uneasy. This feeling only became worse when he realized that his own boss suspected him to be behind all of this. He was being framed but he had no idea who could be behind it. Paranoia filled him as he felt himself being followed and watched over. He began to mentally make a list of all those who would want to see him dead, from partners he had betrayed to his victim’s loved ones. Thankfully, he was still a small fish in the mafia world, so the list wasn’t infinitely long and went through his suspects fairly quickly. Many had died or moved away, wanting to forget the past, but one name stuck out above the rest: Zhang Yixing.

He had been hesitant about considering Yixing to be the one behind all of this. After your death, Chanyeol had observed his behavior for a couple of months, wanting to be certain that the once powerful leader had been reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. And after being satisfied with the results, he moved on, positive Yixing wouldn’t be a threat to neither him nor his clan.

He didn’t know if it was the paranoia that was leading him back to his enemy but he needed to reassure himself that Yixing was still as damaged as before. He began to stalk his rival once more, watching him go about his day meeting associates, losing his temper towards his men and locking himself up for days on end inside his mansion. He noticed that Minseok was around Yixing more often than before but didn’t suspect this change for anything hostile towards him, he merely assumed the friend to be worried for the leader.

And yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that his rival was behind his pain and suffering. He became engrossed in watching Yixing from his car, not even noticing the watchful eyes of his own clan stalking him. At this point, he didn’t even care what his clan thought of him. He didn’t care that his leader thought he was a traitor or that the ones he had called his friends, his brothers, were willing to kill him if he so much as set foot in the clan’s headquarters. All he wanted to do was watch Yixing suffer until he met his ultimate demise.

What Chanyeol didn’t know, however, was that Yixing was very much aware of the fact that he was being watched by his nemesis. He continued to play the role of the fallen leader, banishing every thought he had of brutally murdering his rival, promising the monster that begged for vengeance and bloodshed that his time will come soon enough. Minseok took care of the rest. He sent men to take note of Chanyeol’s clan’s actions against him and made sure they didn’t interfere with his surveillance or kill him off. He took care that Chanyeol felt isolated from his men, so that the only thing he devoted his power to was Yixing. He also made sure that Chanyeol stumbled right into their trap when the time came.

One day Chanyeol was caught off guard as Yixing drifted from his usual daily activities and made his way to a flower shop. He bought a dozen white roses, tied together with a simple red ribbon. He stepped out of the shop and walked some blocks towards a quieter part of town, away from most shops and busy streets. He made his way to a cemetery and Chanyeol realized he had traveled to your resting place.

Chanyeol kept his distance as Yixing passed by row after row of grave stones before stopping at one. He knelt down and replaced the dried up flowers with the fresh ones and stared at the grave, deep in thought. Chanyeol knew it had to be yours, but he wondered why it had taken Yixing so long to come here. He thought back months before, right after you died, as he watched Yixing come to the graveyard at least once a week. And yet now was the first time he had come here since he started stalking the leader again.

Deep in thought, Chanyeol didn’t notice two men sneaking up behind him. He reacted too late when he felt strong arms grab him and press a cloth up against his mouth and nose. He felt his whole body getting weak, his vision blurry. Right before he passed out, he saw Yixing looming over him, his cold eyes piercing into his soul.

Chanyeol woke up in a daze, unsure how long he had been out. As his vision started to focus and his mind became clearer, he realized he was strapped to a chair. He looked around the dim room, noticing through the drawn curtains the ever-fading sunlight, a sign that nighttime was approaching. The room felt very familiar to him and it took him a couple of minutes to realize that he was in his apartment.

A hand shot out from behind, grabbed a fistful of his dark locks and dragged his head as far behind as it could go. He met the gaze of two menacing eyes and felt his stomach drop. It was the eyes of the same monster he simultaneously hated and feared, the eyes that had plagued him with nightmares for months on end, although he never dared admit that. They were the eyes of Yixing and from the looks of it, his monster was in full control.

Chanyeol tugged at his restraints in an attempt to flee but they wouldn’t budge. Yixing slowly wandered around the chair to face him directly, eyes never leaving his. He saw his captor’s eyes study him closely, a small smirk creeping up on his lips.

“What is it that you want from me?” Chanyeol snarled, breaking the silence in the room.

Yixing stared at him with cold eyes. Many ideas came to his mind: beating him into a pulp, having him beg for mercy, tossing him from a cliff… the list goes on and on. But none of them seemed to fill him with satisfaction. He knew that nothing he could do would bring you back, no matter how hard he tried. He still hated Chanyeol for what he did to you but he had no desire to use brute force to make him pay. What he wanted the most was for him to feel your pain, to have him relive the last few moments of your life.

“All I want is for you to suffer. The way she did,” Yixing spoke quietly, too calm for Chanyeol’s liking. He motioned for one of his men in the back, who gave him a vial and syringe before pulling back Chanyeol’s sleeve, revealing a set of blue veins underneath his skin. He struggled once more against his restraints as he watched Yixing pull up some of the liquid from the vial.

The man from the back steadied Chanyeol’s arm as Yixing stuck the needle in one of his veins, emptying its contents. “I want you,” Yixing started, staring Chanyeol dead in his eyes as he removed the needle, “to get a taste of your own medicine.” The captive furrowed his brows at him, unsure of what he meant by his demand.

Sighing, Yixing twirled the vial around Chanyeol’s face. “Does this look familiar, Chan?” he asked. His captive shook his head. “Well it should, considering your clan had concocted it, this poison,” Yixing took a chair and sat down in front of his rival.

“Poison? You don’t mean...” Chanyeol drifted off into thought.

“Yes,” Yixing said, “the very same poison that killed your friends and colleagues. The one you used to kill my wife.”

“How did you even get your hands on it?! That poison was our secret weapon,” Chanyeol asked. He started to feel clammy and his heart was beating fast. The poison was already taking effect.

“I have my ways,” Yixing smirked. “But since you’re dying anyway, I’ll give you one more life lesson for the road: if you have something you want to keep secret, make sure no traces can be found. Lacing the roses was a terrible mistake, one that you’ll pay for with your life.”

Chanyeol’s brain worked slow as he pieced everything together, his mind hazy and his breaths labored. “It was you all along, wasn’t it? You killed all those people in my clan and made me the scapegoat. But why? Why go through such measures when you could have easily killed me and gotten your revenge?” Chanyeol asked, taking short breaths in between every few words.

“Psychological warfare,” Yixing shrugged. “It wouldn’t have been nearly as fun if I had just shot you down. I wanted to break you. Make you think you were surrounded by enemies, completely isolated from allies. And it worked to my favor: no one trusts you and you trust no one.”

“You’re crazy. No wonder your wife wanted nothing more than to run away from you. And if you think my clan won’t start a war with yours once they find out I’m dead then you’re even crazier than I thought,” Chanyeol gritted through his teeth as the pain in his chest grew and his vision started to blur.

“Please,” Yixing chuckled darkly, “your clan won’t care. You’re a traitor in their eyes. They’ll be happy that they don’t have to do the dirty work and will sweep your death under the rug.”

Chanyeol knew he was right. He was going to die within minutes and nobody will shed a tear for him. He closed his eyes and steadied his irregular breathing. He accepted his fate, even though he cursed his captive’s name. Did he regret killing you? No, you were just another target to him. Did he regret his actions afterwards, that he didn’t take care of Yixing while he was mourning? Yes, but those were merely the orders from his clan. They didn’t want Yixing dead, at least not before his empire was weakened. In Chanyeol’s eyes, that was their mistake.

With the rest of his energy, Chanyeol stared down his rival and whispered menacingly, “There’s a special place for you in the dark pits of hell.”

Yixing sneered at him and moved his head close to Chanyeol’s face. “I’m already living in it,” he growled, his eyes calm and emotionless as he watched Chanyeol gasp his last few breaths before the life left his eyes.

Yixing watched in silence as his men removed Chanyeol’s corpse from the chair and laid him down on the floor, taking a picture of him to send it to his clan so that they can deal with the rest. They wouldn’t know who was behind the murder but they would be thankful enough to be rid of him that they wouldn’t mind disposing of his body and emptying his apartment before other tenants or police became suspicious. It will be as if he disappeared into thin air.

Yixing had been hoping to feel some kind of satisfaction after killing him and while his monster had been satiated, he himself didn’t feel happy about the death. The weight of the burden of having your murderer run free had been lifted off his chest, giving him a slight relief, but he was still met with the burden of having lost you and knowing that he would never get you back. Losing you, his one true love, weighed heavy on his soul, and he felt it now more than ever. Yixing spent most of the night wandering around, gazing at the stars and trying to figure out how to cope with his loss now, wishing desperately that you would appear once more to guide him.

As the sky was starting to lighten up, Yixing decided to slowly make his way back home. His body felt heavy with exhaustion but his mind was still wide awake and actively thinking about the past events, from your death to Chanyeol’s and everything in between. Lost in thought, he stepped down from the sidewalk and began to cross the street, unaware of the impending doom speeding towards him.

The driver was drowsy with sleep and the first few rays of sunlight made him squint at the road. He didn’t notice Yixing until it was too late. The impact of the car sent Yixing flying over the vehicle before he slammed down hard onto the pavement. It took him a few moments to realize what had happened before the driver slammed the brakes and got out of the car, calling the paramedics as he checked on Yixing.

Yixing lay dazed on the ground, his body turned to the side, his vision blurry and ears ringing. He had gone into shock and so he didn’t feel any pain, or anything for that matter. He heard someone talking to him and footsteps pacing back and forth, but they sounded so far away. Yixing tried to will himself to move, to look around, but failed. He was left staring at the ground, looking at a dark puddle forming from underneath him, realizing moments later that it was his own blood.

This is it, he thought, this is how I die. He began to wonder what would be waiting for him on the other side, when he saw a figure laying down before him. He stared at it for several seconds as his eyes focused and locked onto a familiar face, the face he had longed to see: yours.

“Don’t worry, darling,” you whispered softly. “I’m here for you, just as you were for me. Passing over doesn’t hurt, I promise.”

Yixing couldn’t believe his eyes. It was you! He felt so happy, he wanted to smile, to say something, but all he managed to do was let out a strained breath.

“It’s okay, Yixing,” you said. “Only a few more minutes and you’ll be able to let go. Your soul will be free, free from all your troubles and worries, free of your monster. And we’ll be reunited.”

This all felt too good to be true. His mind must be playing a trick on him, just as it had the last time he saw you. But unlike then, this felt real. Your eyes were kinder and full of love and warmth, just as he had remembered them. Your soul radiated a warm glow, making you look like even more of an angel than when you were alive.

Finally, you touched his arm and he felt warmth and happiness flow through his body. “It’s time, my love,” you started. “You have to let go now. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”

Yixing felt his vision grow hazy and dark once more. His breathing came in short gasps and his heart beat became slower and slower. He felt as though he was drifting off into a deep sleep and soon, darkness surrounded him.

Then, he was met with a bright light and began towards it. A hand reached out for him and he looked up into your warm features. He smiled as he took your hand, a surge of energy rushing through his spirit. Leaving his old life behind, he stepped into the light and pulled you into a long embrace, vowing never to leave you again.

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iidontgiveafuckuniverse · 6 years

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A Place Only We Know [Lay] [III]

(I DO NOT OWN THE GIF)

Yixing!AU

Pairings: Yixing/Lay x Reader

Genre: Mostly angst, some fluff

Warnings: Do not read if you are easily triggered by angst, heartbreak, depression, alcohol use etc.

Requested by Anon

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Word Count: 2,835

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

If the person I love must eventually leave, then I’d rather never have loved in the first place.

| A Place Only We Know |

Part 3:

“Yixing, what’s going on?”

Your heart was thumping in your ears while you looked between Yixing and the blonde women which seems to be his partner or at least the mother of his child. You felt as if someone just dropped a ton of bricks on you and you had no idea what you should do. Should you just run away? Should you confront Yixing? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but it was obvious he had a child he didn’t mention to you once. You felt lied to and betrayed even though your brain told you nothing was official between the two of you so you had no right to be angry with him.

Before you knew what was happening Yixing and the women went out of the room without Yixing answering your question. He didn’t even make eye contact with you since they showed up. You felt invisible and right now, you really just wanted to disappear into thin air. You took a deep breath telling yourself it’s all a misunderstanding that will be cleared up once you talk to Yixing.

“Who are you?” The little girl asked, her eyes big and curious while yours looked scared and unsure. You knew there was no need to be intimidated by a child but you really had no idea how to answer her question because you yourself needed the answer.

“Well I’m your dads friend, Y/N. What’s you name sweetheart?” You crouched down smiling at her, trying to start up a conversations as shouting could be heard from the other room.

“I’m Ai. Can we be friends?” Ai said with a smile as you nodded but before you could say anything else, you heard Yixing shouting so much that Ai flinched looking at the door with a sad face.

“Stop for goodness sake, just stop!”

“I just want us to be a family again. Yixing please.”

“Again?! We were never a family in the first place, Ana! Because you chose to leave us so you could live out your twenties while I stayed and took care of Ai. The first time you saw her was for her fifth birthday and even then I had to beg you to come see her because she needed you! You never wanted her so you ran away and now you want to be a ‘family’?!”

“Yixing please, I’m sorry. I’ve made mistakes but I’ve changed. I grew up and I realised that you were the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to be us again.”

“No that wasn’t a mistake; it was a choice you made for your own selfish reasons. Nothing more and nothing less. Do you want to know something? You were the worst thing that has ever happened to me and Ai is the best thing that ever happened to me. She was the only good thing that came from our messed up relationship. Ai is my first priority while, from your words, your first priority is still you and only you.”

“Don’t imply that I don’t care about our daughter, of course I do but if it wasn’t for her we would still be together, still happy.”

You gasped at the words being exchanged between the two. You simply couldn’t believe a mother could say something so horrendous about her own flesh and blood. It was impossible for Ai not to hear the conversation and when she started crying you knew she understood what her mum was saying.

“My mummy and daddy always fight like this and now my mummy doesn’t love me anymore.” The little girl cried which pulled at your heart strings. No child should ever hear those words coming from their parents, especially at such a young age. You couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling right now so you were trying your best to console her.

“Darling I’m sure your mum loves you, she’s just angry with your dad so she’s saying things she doesn’t mean. Grown ups do that sometimes.” You were hoping your words made Ai feel at least a bit better but with the growing argument in the next room, you weren’t so sure.

“I just want my mummy and daddy to be together.” She cried, her hands on her ears trying to block out the constant shouting coming from the other room.

“Get. Out.”

“Yixing ple-”

“I said get the hell out of my house!”

“But I love you Yixing!”

“Do you love Ai!? Why did you bring her back after only a day! She was supposed to spend a week with you before she started school again and she was looking forward to spending time with you so why did you bring her back?”

“She wanted to come home and so do I-”

“STOP! That’s a lie.You said the same thing last time and Ai told me she never asked you to come home but that you told her that we would get back together and be a family! You bring her hopes up just so you can get what you want. What kind of a mother even are you?! Get out and don’t ever come back if the reason you spend time with Ai is to get to me!”

“Yi-”

“OUT! NOW!”

The next thing you knew the woman named Ana was running out of the room with tears streaming down her face. Ai moved out of your lap running after her mum, hugging her leg crying for her not to go. The scene was heartbreaking to watch but what made it even worse was the fact that Ana pushed Ai away before shouting at her.

“Get off me you brat! And you-” She pointed to Yixing who was helping Ai up trying to stop her from crying “-You act like you’re the example of morality while sleeping around with this whore. You’re no better.” Ana pointed to you acknowledging your existence for the first time she appeared and not in a good way.

“Don’t you dare call her that and don’t talk that way-”

“We don’t talk that way in front of children Ana. You should know that.” Yixing mum walked in looking at Ana before raising her eyebrow at you making you feel like you did something to make this happen. “Yixing, son take Ai to bed she seems shaken up. Ana you should leave, you and my son can talk once you both have calmed down.”

His mother was intimidatingly calm while she spoke but that seemed to make Ana leave with a smile which made you feel infuriated because Yixing’s mother smiled back and seemed to actually like her yet she seemed to be irritated by your presence. After a while it was only you and Mrs Zhang which had you petrified in your spot, your chest feeling like someone was sitting on it as she stared you down.

“What are you doing here? This is a family matter and you are certainly not family.” As if you didn’t already feel out of place, her words just solidified that thought by her harsh remarks. You didn’t know how to respond but you didn’t want to let yourself be stomped on.

“Mrs Zhang, with all due respect I really wasn’t trying to impose myself on a family matter but I came before the woman even showed up and I didn’t-”

“So you don’t know when it’s your time to leave? Didn’t your mother teach you some rudimentary manners? And ‘that woman’ is my sons fiance so you should leave because no one wants to be a home wrecker, not even a woman of your standards.”

Her words cut deep, every word hitting you as if they were all true and even though you knew deep inside that wasn’t who you were, she made her statement very believable. You felt utterly humiliated even if only you heard the offensive words Mrs Zhang directed toward you. Your vision was becoming blurry from the tears coating your waterline so before they could fall and have you look even more pitiful you out feeling more than worthless. As you were running out on the street you heard Yixing shouting your name but you didn’t want to hear it. You knew all you needed to know; he wasn’t yours and he never would be.

“Wait Y/N, wait up! Hey...” Yixing caught up to you, grasping your wrist making you turn around pushing him away. You found out a million things about a person you thought you knew, you were called a whore and were humiliated by his mother; saying you were angry would be an understatement. You were beyond furious knowing this was happening to you again. Being betrayed once is one thing, but when it happens again it’s your own fault.

“Let go of me Yixing! You lying bastard!” You didn’t care for the cracks in your voice, you couldn’t hold in the anger and despair any longer.

“I never lied to you. Why is this such a big deal? Let’s go inside and talk about it, come on baby.” His eyes were pleading and he did look sincere in his attempts to explain everything but you didn’t know we you wanted to risk it.

“Hiding the truth is lying by default so you were lying to me by hiding the ‘small’ fact that you have a daughter and a finance. I told you practically everything there is to know about me yet you forget to mention having a whole different life when you’re not with me? What’s next? You actually live a double life with a different name at night? Lay out all the excuses why don’t you!”

Your words seemed to offend him and for a slight second you wanted to take them back but you promised yourself you would never again let yourself be lead on just to have your heart broken.

“They’re not excuses Y/N. Just hear me out, please. I didn’t want to tell you about Ai too soon because I was afraid of your reaction and Ana is not my fiance. She’s nothing more than a past mistake and the mother of my child. I promise you there is absolutely nothing between us, there hasn’t been for ten years.” Yixing pleaded pulling you closer, hugging you tight trying to prevent you from leaving but your mind was made.

“Your mother would disagree. Also my reactions isn’t important anymore since I don’t date or waste my time with liars.”

The moment you left Yixing you regretted it. You realised you overreacted and should’ve at least let him explain things to you but, as always, you’re the best when it comes to ruining good things in your life. You let Mrs Zhang’s words get to you and it infuriated you how easy it was for someone to get under your skin. Now you knew that you made a mistake by pushing him away without having a civil conversation first. Ever since your parents passed away and your best friend turned fiance left you, you didn’t have many people you trusted. There was nothing holding you back from leaving the world you knew behind and move to Prague. You wanted to revive yourself where no one knew your history and in a way you did that. You found remarkable people you now call friends, you’re slowly finding out more about your mum and here is where you met Yixing. The first person in a long time that made you feel like you could tell him anything knowing he wouldn’t judge you for it. He is the first person who made you trust again and you wanted to slap yourself for being so ruthless and insensitive towards him.

It’s been a week since your falling out with Yixing and you knew you messed up royally because he hasn’t contacted you since that day. No calls, no texts; nothing. It was eating you inside and all you wanted to do was send him a text apologising but you couldn’t. For the past hour you’ve been sitting in your flat staring down your phone and a written text that remained unsent.

‘Yixing, I completely understand if you’re angry but I had to apologise for how I acted the other night. I felt lied to and betrayed so when your mother said all those things I believed her and I didn’t want to listen to your explanation. I’m sorry.’

“Ugh, stop being so proud!” You hissed to yourself hitting your forehead, letting yourself fall back first onto the mattress. Your pride was your biggest weakness, maybe even bigger than your insecurity when it came to love and relationships. You were well aware that this time it was you who overreacted and was in the wrong, yet you simply couldn’t admit it. Confronting your own mistakes was something you were horrible at, so instead you would just run away or avoid talking about it at all costs. Up until now it was easier to push thoughts like this aside, brushing them off and going forward with your life, but this time, it was impossible to get Yixing off your mind. Your flat was littered with Polaroids of you and your friends and in every picture there he was, standing next to you. He wasn’t even there but the pictures were torturing you as if he was. Only now you realised how much he actually grew on you in these last few months. He became the thing you looked forward to every day you woke up, itching to see his face and hear his voice as soon as you possibly could. It scared you how much you actually cared about him. It was definitely a feeling you have felt before but never at this intensity. You were falling in love with Zhang Yixing faster than you could comprehend and it was terrifying. You didn’t want to get your hopes up just so they could crash when everything falls apart, if it already hasn’t. You sighed and with a trembling finger you sent the message cursing yourself the moment you did it.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Now he’ll think I’m desperate.” You scolded yourself looking at the screen seeing the message was received. Minutes passed by and there was no reply from Yixing. It was driving you insane so you went outside to get some air hoping to get your mind off of this whole mess you created.

You were walking down the streets of Prague still surprised at the hospitality of people here. They all smiled at you, greeting you warmly. It was most likely because you looked like a tourist but it was nice feeling nonetheless unlike how Yixing’s mother acts when you’re there. ‘Stop thinking about him’ you told yourself walking by a small cafe seeing elderly people sitting reading their newspapers and couples cuddled up close to each other. You already knew walking outside was a bad idea but it just kept getting worse and in that moment you wanted the ground to swallow you up.

“Y/N! I was looking all over for you!” The voice sent shivers down your spine and you wished you could ignore it except for the fact that he was right in front of you, looking at you in surprise. “How could you just disappear like that?! You scared me to death.”

You stood frozen in your spot seeing the face you came to hate over the last year. His worry made you want to slap him but you controlled yourself as he made eye contact with you. You honestly couldn’t believe he had the face to show up and stand proudly in front of you after everything he put you through. You were about to turn around and leave before he spoke up again.

“Can we talk? It’s important.” His words were laughable. What could your ex fiance have to talk to you about that was so important after leaving you high and dry like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“I don’t want to talk.” You finally spoke up looking up with anger in your eyes. It didn’t matter if you still loved him or not, you didn’t, but what he did to you not just as your boyfriend but as your best friend is unforgivable and it still hurt. His actions left a permanent scar that you were still trying to heal and he just opened it right up, just by showing up.

“It’s about your mother, I-”

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.” Yixing said pulling you into a short kiss before turning to look at Jackson, your fiance, with a hostile expression. “And you are?” Yixing asked raising his eyebrow evidently making Jackson uncomfortable as he cleared his throat.

“Um, I was Y/N’s, well, fiance.” Jackson muttered out, obviously feeling awkward as he played with his fingers. Yixing scoffed under his breath but you still heard which made you crack a small smile.

“Oh, what a pleasure. I am Y/N’s boyfriend.”

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Arranged marriage AU please! Y/n has an arranged marriage with whoever you choose to write about and they made a contract together. One of the clauses in the agreement was no cheating and he cheats on her with her best friend. So she prepares the divorce papers but he refuses to divorce her stating how he needed her.

There’s only so much a person can take until they just collapse under the pressure. You stood by his side from the very beginning, going so far as to enter a stupid arranged marriage with him. The two of you knew if it wasn’t you it would be some other girl and, well, better the devil you know. Right? You always thought so. You always thought even if the two of you didn’t love each other in a romantic sense there was the most basic sense of respect for each other. You always thought even if there wasn’t love there was like. You thought wrong.

The professionally crafted papers in front of you are mocking in their proof of your idiocy. How dare you think he’d be satisfied with only you, they seem to say. Agreement or no, clauses or no, you should’ve known better. You should’ve ran from the marriage. Ran from him.

“I’m home!” His voice echoes from the front entry and you have just enough time to wipe your eyes before he steps in the kitchen.

“What’s this?” He slides the papers to his side of the table, placing his bag on the floor beside him.

“Divorce papers,” you say.

“What?”

“We had an agreement, Yixing!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Our marriage agreement! Or do you just not care? Do the rules only apply to me?”

“Of course not.” Yixing reaches for your hand but you yank it back. “What is this for?”

“I saw you.”

“You ‘saw me’.” He does air quotes around the last two words, making you see red. “And what exactly do you think you saw?”

“You cheated on me.”

The silence that hangs in the air is suffocating in how loud it speaks. Yixing doesn’t even try to defend himself. You don’t know if you should find that utterly and completely heart breaking or a desperate relief. What you do know os you want all of this to go away as soon as possible.

“Just sign the papers so we can get this over with, okay?” You get up from the table and head to your office-recently-turned-bedroom so you won’t have to look at him anymore.

“I won’t.”

“Excuse me?” You turn back around in time to see him push the papers off the table. They scatter, pages fluttering delicately from the breeze blowing through the open backyard door. “Just sign the damn papers and we can get rid of each other! That’s clearly what we want.”

“No. That’s clearly what you want.”

“This isn’t an argument, Yixing. You broke one of the clauses, and according to the agreement we both signed that’s grounds for divorce. Now if you’re done with your little temper tantrum, I’ll have my lawyer draw up new papers. Oh, and don’t worry about me trying to take any of your money. You made sure we had a prenup, remember?”

“You’re being very cold about all this.” Yixing tries to get you to meet his eyes but gets frustrated when you’ll look anywhere except at him. “Do you not love me?”

“Is th- are you serious?! Why the hell are you bringing my love in to question when I caught you fucking my best friend in our bed? Why am I the one that suddenly doesn’t love you? Why did you even come up with the idea of arranged marriage and make up all these dumb little clauses if you weren’t going to listen to them?” The entire time you’ve been speaking you’ve been getting closer and closer to Yixing. Now you’re standing toe to toe, all your rage melting to sadness so deep you feel it in your bones.

He takes a calming breath, considering his next words carefully. This entire situation is spinning out of control, a feeling Yixing hates almost as much as he hates hurting you. He’s never been a good husband and blamed it on the fact what the two of you have isn’t real. Legally, of course it is. Emotionally? Not so much. Yixing always knew his true feelings for you were one sided. Despite that, he approached you with the arranged marriage idea, desperate to be with you in any way you would allow. Despite that, he cheated on you with your best friend.

“Draw up more papers if you want. I won’t sign. You’ll never get me to sign.” He doesn’t know how to phrase exactly what he wants, so he settles.

“Yixing, please, just let this be over.”

“No.”

“Why?” You sound exhausted to the core. “Give me one good reason.”

“Because… I need you. I messed up and won’t bother making excuses. What I did was unforgivable on a number of levels, but I need you.” Honesty is always the best policy in Yixing’s opinion so he continues with, “I love you. Please don’t leave me.”

“Is this a joke?”

“What?” Yixing is taken aback. He knows your angry, but do you really think he would just make something up?

“Is this some kind of joke to you? Yanking me around like this? Are you getting some sick enjoyment out of sleeping with my best friend and turning around to tell me how much you need me?”

“No, I-”

“Sign the damn papers,” you snap. “I’ve had enough of this! Let’s just be done with each other for the love of God!”

Yixing straightens his shoulders. “I told you I won’t sign.”

“Jesus Christ, give up!”

“Never.”

“Why can’t you make this easy?” You shake your head and actually walk away this time, doing your best to ignore the feeling of Yixing’s eyes watching you the whole time.

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To End in Ice and Fire | Part 4

Moodboard // Prologue // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

You’re warm.

That’s the first thought you have when you become semi-conscious. You had fallen asleep cold – cold and terrified. But you’re warm and content now, snuggled under… blankets?

Your eyes open groggily, your vision focusing on the heaps of blankets spread over you. The plush pillows beneath your head are practically begging you to close your eyes once more, but you hear the soft crackle of fire in one corner of the room. The opposite corner of the one in your bedroom. Where am I?

The question causes you to push up on your elbows to get a better look at where you are. The walls look like stone with a thin layer of gold pressed over them, perhaps showing the pinnacle of wealth. The floorboards are a reddish wood, your blankets being cream fur and wool and linen. The fireplace is broad and grand, the fire taking the bite out of the winter air wafting in from a crack in the giant window in the room. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, your feet meet cool floorboards and manage to knock away some of the sleep still clouding your mind.

The murdered boy.

The walk to the church.

The demon waiting.

Everything comes flooding back to you, and your heart speeds in sudden fear. The demon brought you here, it must be his home. He used some sort of black magic to put you asleep to make sure you wouldn’t know where you were. Or perhaps it was just to make sure you wouldn’t fight him. Either way, you were panicked and ready to bolt.

As quietly as possible, you padded over to the cracked window. Peering outside showed the estate’s overgrown grass and out of control garden, with an expanse of forestry beyond it. The sky was dark and cloudy, and the ground was at least 3 floors below. There goes the idea of sneaking out the window.

You move away, going to inspect the fireplace. There’s a fire poker leaning against it, and you pick it up, feeling the weight in your hand as you give an experimental swing. It’s got heft and it feels like solid iron. Somehow you doubted it would offer much protection if all the rumors you had heard about this particular brand of evil were true. However, it would have to do, so you continued on.

You found your slippers set next to the bed, and you slipped those on before you moved to the door. The handle was unlocked, so you twisted it slowly and pulled it open. Thankfully, the door didn’t creak, so you crept out. The walls outside were stone, lit up candles in gold sconces placed evenly down the hallway. Tapestries were sometimes between them, but you hardly took notice as you continued down the hallway and took the first set of stairs you found.

It led to another hallway, same stones, same sconces, and you pushed forward. An uneasy feeling had made its home in your stomach, having moved through an entire floor and not hearing one whisper of a voice as you went, not a single creak of a floorboard, not a single instance that would lead you to believe you were anything but completely and totally alone. The second staircase was easy to locate, because it was a grand set of split stairs that led to the foyer, and beyond that, a set of dark-wooden doors that undoubtedly led to freedom.

Having decided you were alone, you picked up your skirts and rushed down the remaining steps. You crossed the expansive foyer with long strides, practically throwing yourself at the doors when you reached the. Each hand tugged at a doorknob, but neither of them budged. Abandoning that idea, your left hand joined your right and you tugged at one doorknob with all your strength, but it didn’t budge, let alone turn. Having already worked up hope to escape, your hopes dropped, and you kicked the door in frustration.

“Ouch!” You hissed, leaning down to clutch your foot. Your slippers did nothing to shield your toes from your lashing out, and the white-hot fury you felt start to build was doused with water as you heard a low chuckle sound from behind you. You straightened immediately, turning in you spot with wide eyes to see who had snuck up on you.

It wasn’t your demon. My demon? You briefly thought and expelled the unexplainable drop in your stomach when you realized it wasn’t him. It was a different demon-man, slightly shorter, with poutier lips and thicker brows. The eyes were a similar ruby red, and his skin was like paper.

“My brother won’t like you trying to break things in our home.” He spoke, and his voice sounded just as melodic as the other’s had.

“Why am I here? Who are you?” You demanded, finding your voice after a moment of gaping. Your hand tightened around the fire poker.

“He should have talked to you before bringing you here.” The demon sighed, tilting his head a bit as he regarded you for a moment. “My name is Junmyeon. Yixing had to step out to… well, he had to step out for a bit. Consider me your babysitter. Are you hungry?”

“Am I-am I hungry?” You spluttered at him, thrown off by the nonchalance and apparent disregard for the situation you were in. “Do you both kidnap girls so regularly this doesn’t surprise you?”

“Like I said, Yixing should have talked to you.” He shook his head. “I apologize for his behavior; he doesn’t have a lot of interaction with humans outside of our usual capacity. However, if you come sit down for breakfast I can answer some questions you might have.”

“Breakfast?” You question in confusion. You risked taking your eyes off the demon to glance around, noticing each window had heavy curtains hanging over them, blocking out any sun that might be coming out.

“Well, admittedly breakfast for you might not be for a couple more hours. You’ve been asleep for over a day though, so I believe you should be hungry. Humans still eat three times a day, yes?”

As he spoke, shock rattled through you. Asleep for a day? You couldn’t believe it. The nerves in your stomach wouldn’t allow you to eat, but he hadn’t made any move to harm you. If the other one could make you sleep for over a day with just a few words, you had no doubt this one could kill you without breaking a sweat. This might be the only way I get answers.

“Okay.” You respond, unsure. The demon – Junmyeon – nods and turns on his heel, leading the way back he that he most likely came. He seemed to glide on air, his movements graceful and entirely inhuman. You followed tentatively, still holding the fire poker in one hand. Glancing around didn’t yield many results – the place was sparsely furnished. You supposed demons didn’t have much need for material things.

He led the way into large dining area. The ceilings were high, a single chandelier hanging above the middle of an expansive marble table. A spread of fruits, breads, different meats, and sweet treats were spread out across the top of the table, candles lit intermittently throughout. The great windows in this room were covered with the same thick curtains.

“Please sit where you like.” Junmyeon offers, standing off to the side of the table. You manage a small nod, choosing the seat closest to where you just came from. Junmyeon took the seat across from you at the table, and you set the fire poker at your side for easy access. He never mentioned the weapon, never looked at it, and at once you knew you first thought was correct – if he wanted to hurt you, nothing would stand in its way. You felt silly for even trying.

“Why am I here?” You ask him again, gazing at him from across the table. The candles closest by cast shadows across one side of his face, and outside of the light one eye looked almost normal, just a handsome face sitting across from you.

“You must already know why you’re here.” He responds, eyes trailing down to rest over where birthmark was on your collarbone. Your hand flies up to cover it, your cheeks burning lightly. You see his eyes widen a bit, swallowing. It was the most human thing you had seen him display so far, but it felt predatory. You shift in your seat, suddenly feeling even more nervous.

“I know what I’ve heard about it.” You admit. “But I want to know what you think. Why he thinks he has a right over my life.”

“You’re his.” Junmyeon says simply. “You were made for him, crafted specifically by a higher power in order to give him companionship. That mark you have is just intended to bring you together faster.”

“He’s not human. Neither are you.” You find yourself arguing. “I’m meant to be with someone like me, someone who won’t steal my soul and damn me for eternity.” You don’t know where the sudden fire comes from. Perhaps it’s at being referred to like a pet or maybe it’s because he speaks like God intended to give his creations to demons, but you were not having it.

“You should eat.” Junmyeon says, not feeding from your sudden anger. “Your next meal will not be until midday, Yixing will be disappointed if you starve yourself further.”

“I don’t care what Yixing feels.” You mutter, but pile the closest things onto your plate anyways. Junmyeon’s lips twitch in amusement.

“You will.” He shrugs a bit, picking up an apple to bite into it. You blink in surprise but decide not to question it.

“What is he going to do with me?” You voice wobbles towards the end. You had to know if you had any chance of returning home, of having a normal life again – or if you were going to die in a foreign place surrounded by evil.

Junmyeon looks away after a moment, lips pressing together lightly as a faraway look glazes over his eyes. “I’m not sure.” He admits after a moment. “I don’t think he thought much further ahead than just finding you.”

“That’s comforting.” You bite out, but simmer down when Junmyeon cuts his gaze back to yours.

“Eat.” He says, standing from his seat. “Perhaps I will answer more questions for you tomorrow. For now, eat. Any doors that are locked are impermissible to attempt entrance. Attempting to leave our home will end in vain.” He walked around the table before he paused. “And please return the fire poker to its rightful spot. It will not help you here.” His eyes shined in something akin to humor, but you weren’t quite sure that was possible for a being like himself. He left the dining area without a noise.

Your fury burning out ignited hunger pangs. You decide Junmyeon was right, you had to eat – if you wanted to escape you would need energy and starving yourself was not the answer. You avoid the meat altogether, sick thoughts running through your head about what it could possibly be. Instead, you choose to focus on the fruits and breads. It isn’t the healthiest breakfast, but it fills you up and you decide it doesn’t taste poisoned.

When you finish you stand from the table uncertainly. Outside of attempting to break into any locked rooms, Junmyeon hadn’t left you with any substantial information about what to do with your day. Not being allowed outside drastically cut down on things to keep you distracted. You decide it wouldn’t be a bad idea to familiarize yourself with the layout of the estate. As far as you knew, it was just Junmyeon and Yixing who lived here, and one of them was apparently away.

Remembering to grab the fire poker, you move out of the dining area. You move through the lower floor easily, and outside of the foyer and dining area, there’s a large ballroom with access to the dining room and foyer. The kitchen is connected to the dining area, but it’s locked and you don’t push Junmyeon’s rules. You go up the entrance stairway and come from the opposite way you came from. There were few doors unlocked, one leading to a sitting area with a plush couch, loveseat, and a few armchairs, while another door led to a library roughly three times the size of the Count’s. You resist the urge to comb through the titles and continue on your way.

The last unlocked door on the second floor grants you access to a larger room. Inside, the windows are still covered, and the lack of lit candles causes it hard for you to see. Squinting and taking a tentative step inside, your eyes adjust after a few moments of strain. Just barely you’re able to make out the shape of a grand piano sitting in the middle of the room. Beyond it are other shadows of what seem to be instruments like a violin and a bass. Unfortunately, your parents had never deemed it necessary for you to learn to play like many other young ladies would, so you back out of the room and shut the door quietly.

The third flight of stairs yielded no results other than the room you woke in. Deciding to peek behind the curtains you saw that the sun was crawling its way up, casting reds and oranges over the sky. Sighing, you decided to go back to the first floor and peek behind the curtains. Not so surprisingly, beyond the glass window were bars of metal, perhaps put there just to keep you inside. Feeling the most discouraged you have felt since the day the witch called you out in front of the square, you trudged back to the library. At least you had an assortment of books to waste away your time.

The rest of your day was spent reading. In any other situation you would be excited to be met with such exotic and new texts, however being locked away without any human interaction, against your will at that, had a way of sapping your enjoyment in totality. No one comes to summon you for lunch or dinner or even tea, so you curl up in an armchair for hours on end. Luckily you had thrown open the curtains in the library, so the sunny sky retreating behind the forestry was your hint that the day was ending and soon your source of light would be gone.

When the sinking sun has officially robbed you of your reading light and your eyes ached for the strain, you set aside your book and get up, stretching your legs and arms. Padding lightly back to your room, you decided to take a look in the closet. A few pieces of clothing were hung up, and you located something very modest to wear as sleep clothes. You lay down in bed after sliding out of your slippers, pulling the blankets up around your neck. Maybe you would die here, alone of old age, instead of him ending your life. It was a more chilling thought than you imagined. You turn on your side, closing your eyes, trying to keep the coldness away.

As you’re beginning to feel the tendrils of sleep penetrate, a soft melody floats up from the floor below. Your eyes open tiredly, recognizing the sounds of a grand piano, and you realize it must be coming from the one you had found earlier. The full, rich sound of each key being pressed resonated throughout you as it took on a more melancholic feel. Despite the deep-seated sadness emanating from whatever piece was being played, it was steady and smooth, somehow offering comfort as your eyes slid shut, lulling you into another dreamless sleep.

Uh, surprise? I promise I wasn’t waiting for Yixing’s birthday to post this, I’m just a shitty person.

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