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Not Safe for My Heart [Part 3]

Part 1, Part 2

I hope we can get along. Really? That was what he wanted to say? That’s all he wanted to say? Frustrated didn’t begin to describe my mood for the rest of the afternoon. I think the guys must have picked up on it because Kyungsoo made me a cup of tea and neither Chanyeol nor Jongdae commented on my alone time with Minseok. I was glad for it, too. I don’t think I would have been able to deal with their teasing. My mind was already flying a million miles an hour as it was. I didn’t need them to add to the disaster that was my state of mind. I don’t know what I was expecting, to be perfectly honest. I shouldn’t have had any expectations at all. It wasn’t like he owed me an explanation or anything. I mean what was there to say about the whole affair anyway? I was torn between wanting something, anything, and not wanting the subject brought up at all. It was confusing on so many levels.

I was still stewing on the bus ride home that evening, lost in thought to the point that I almost missed my stop. Thank goodness the bus driver was a patient man. Actually, he was a very sweet older gentleman who reminded me of my late grandfather. He was always fussing about how I needed to hurry and find me a man to give me a ride to and from work so I didn’t have to walk so far when it got dark out. If only he knew I had found someone, but didn’t know if he was even attainable. I pouted the whole way home. Disappointment is indeed a very hard emotion to deal with. The only thing I could think about was that the night I shared with him really was just a one night stand after all. I suppose I was getting exactly what I asked for, right? I had wanted a single night to re-evaluate myself and my goals for a relationship. I needed a single night just to feel, for once in my life, like I meant something to someone. It was my own fault for going about that the stupid way. That was the truth of it, I guess. I was less upset with Minseok for ignoring me and our moment then I actually was upset with myself.

“Stupid, stupid girl,” I muttered to myself as I shuffled into my apartment and kicked off my shoes. My clothes quickly followed the moment I entered my bedroom, traded out for my fluffy purple and yellow star PJ pants and an equally fluffy pastel blue sweater. Just as I finished pulling my hair into a comfortable bun, a tiny mewl filled the air. Dumpling, my adorable gray and white two-year-old ragdoll, blinked her pretty blue eyes up at me before brushing herself against my left leg. Men might suck, but at least I had Dumpling.

“Well, hello there beautiful,” I cooed happily, squatting down and scooping her off the ground. The two-year-old fur baby immediately went limp in my grip and then curled into me lovingly when I brought her to my chest. Her endless purrs rumbled through the air as I made my way back towards my kitchen. “Are you hungry, angel?” I asked her. Dumpling let out another tiny mewl, leaning her head into my palm as I scratched behind her right ear. I laughed and kissed her little forehead. “Thought so.”

Halfway through making myself something to eat, a knock on my front door sounded through the apartment. Dumpling mewled at me as I ran an absent-minded hand over her fur where she was eating on the counter when I passed on the way to the door. I couldn’t imagine who could possibly be at my door at nearly seven in the evening. None of the guys had sent me a text they were coming over and I didn’t remember inviting anyone either. It was too late for a package from the post, too, not that I had actually ordered anything. Curiously, I peeked through the peephole and, instantly, my breath caught in my throat.

Standing patiently on the other side of my door was Minseok. He looked the same as he had hours earlier in the office, only he seemed to have stopped off at home to change into something less constricting than the suit I had seen him in that day. What was he doing at my door? Ignoring the way my hand shook as I unlatched the locks, I pulled the door open and peered at my boss with an expression I hoped was at least halfway inviting. Honestly, I felt more conflicted than anything else.

The second the door was open those piercing eyes met mine and a shy gummy smile spread itself over his lips. “Hi,” he greeted me softly.

For a moment all I could do was stare at him wide-eyed. Where was the confidence from earlier? The coy expressions? The amused glint of his eyes? “Uhm, ”I choked out in surprise, “Hello.”

Minseok’s smile spread a little wider at my reaction, taking a small step forward. “I’m sorry for dropping by so late,”

“How do you know where I live?” The second the question was out of my mouth I already wanted to cringe. How? Other than the fact that he was staring at my personnel file all day? How about the fact that he was friends with practically the entire staff, any of whom could have given him my address? Really? That’s the question I asked?

A light laugh bubbles its way out of his mouth at whatever face I was making. It was a delightful sound if I was being honest. Light and airy, like a chime in a gentle breeze. A blush spread across my face in embarrassment. “I wrote it down before putting your file away today. I hope you don’t mind?” Even though he offered it as a reassuring question, I wasn’t too sure what I could have possibly said to that. No, how dare you? Oh, that’s perfectly fine and not creepy in the slightest? Aw, that was rather sweet of you? I mean...what do you say to that? So instead I just shook my head. Again, he smiled shyly at me. “Oh, ah,” he chuckled almost nervously, bringing one hand up to rub the back of his neck. “Good.”

The cold of the hallway started to nip at my toes a bit, so I pulled the door further open and gestured toward the warmth of my apartment, asking, “Do you want to come in?” Delight and relief sparked in Minseok’s eyes as he chirped his thanks, quickly bounding inside enough for me to close the door behind him. He shuffled out of his shoes as I placed a pair of slippers in front of his feet. He blinked at them in surprise, turning his dark gaze up to me questioningly. “I have a pair for all the other guys for when they come over, though only Yixing, Kyungsoo, and Junmyeon really use them much. We learned pretty quickly that Jongin and Baekhyun shouldn’t wear them with my carpeting, otherwise they end up shocking themselves on something.”

Minseok laughed once again, sliding his feet into the slippers. They seemed to fit him, which I was happy about. I wasn’t sure how many pairs we would have to go through before we found a size that fit him, sans Chanyeol’s seeing as he’s just a giant and his feet aren’t any less small. “You have a lovely home,” Minseok commented as he took in the interior.

“Thanks,” I replied lightly, letting my own eyes wander around. Everything Junmyeon bought was really nice and the way the guys had set it all up really looked great. I had since added a few personal touches and tweaks, but overall, the apartment felt light for once. It was warm and inviting, a place I really enjoyed coming back to instead of the war zone it had been the when my ex was still living with me

“Would you like something to drink? I was about to make some tea,” I told him softly, starting to inch toward the kitchen.

Minseok turned to me with a smile and nodded. “Tea sounds great.”

I left him to wander around my living room and scuttled into the kitchen. Dumpling was still on the counter, taking her sweet time eating her food as usual. I paused to run a hand over her fur, to which she mewled happily before returning to her meal. Filling up the tea kettle, I set it on the burner before turning toward the cabinet with all my teas in it. I had a mountain of tea even before I started buying the brands the guys liked for when they were over. Luckily, the majority of us like similar brands. Sometimes having eight, insatiable friends can be expensive.

“Something smells really good!” Minseok stood with a sheepish grin in by the counter with Dumpling. The feline had since moved away from her food and was inspecting our guest curiously, though she seemed to approve as he reached up to scratch her behind one of her ears, a loud motorboat purr filling the air between us. “I interrupted your dinner preparations.”

“It’s okay,” I told him with a reassuring smile. “It’s not anything fancy. I was just making Miso soup and rice. Have you eaten yet? I always make too much.”

His stomach answered for him as it gurgled loudly. Even Dumpling stared down at it in surprise. Blushing, he shook his head. “Nope, I came straight here after I changed out of my work clothes.”

I tried not to read too much into that statement. It was endearing that he would do that, but at the same time, it was unclear why he would do that. Was it so he could tell me nothing would come of our night together? Would he tell me I needed to switch departments because of our connect, that it was unprofessional for us to work together? Of course, I knew that was probably not the case considering he said he was looking forward to working with me, but I couldn’t help but let my mind wander a bit. “Well,” I chuckled, turning my thoughts away from the nonsense swirling about in my brain and back toward my boss. “Let’s eat!”

We made small talk the whole way through dinner. Minseok told me about China and his two friends. They ran a major import business, mostly of antiques and high-end goods. Apparently, Minseok had been the brains behind all the logistics and financing. “I’m good with numbers,” he had said. I didn’t doubt it. Sehun had been the one to tell Minseok about Hwang Zitao, a friend of Sehun’s from college. They had met in orientation and then continued on to be roommates after their freshman year. Zitao had inherited his father’s art dealer business and, according to Minseok, was an absolute genius, which was great, because once Minseok had linked him up with Luhan and Yifan, it pretty much left Minseok with little else to do. That was the main reason he had accepted Junmyeon’s offer to come work for him.

About an hour later, dinner was finished, the kitchen cleaned up and the two of us were situated in the living room, comfortably seat opposite each other on my couch enjoying our second cup of tea. “I wanted to talk to you about earlier,” Minseok said suddenly. I tried not to flinch as he did. I knew that was why he had come over, but I suppose I just wanted to ignore it for as long as possible. When I didn’t say anything back, he sighed and set his cup down on the coffee table. “y/n,” he started again, scooting closer until he was close enough that our knees in my cross-legged position touched. “I know it must have seemed almost callous the way things went earlier today. In fact, I felt terrible because you looked so nervous the moment I walked in the door.”

I flushed in embarrassment. Was it really that obvious that I was nervous? Did I really wear the uncomfortableness of the situation on my sleeve that way? I had hoped that I could mask it, but, let’s be honest, that was never going to happen. Instead, I just ducked my head and took a sip of my tea to try and hide my red cheeks.

Again he sighed, reaching out and taking the cup from me. I wanted to protest, finding the warmth of the mug to be comforting, but words got stuck in my throat as he took my hands in his and pulled them to rest on his thighs. “If I’m being honest, you were really adorable.” The moment my wide eyes met his, he gave me another charming gummy smile and chuckled. “Really you were! I don’t want you to have the wrong idea, and I’m pretty sure you left work with exactly that, which is why I stopped by.” Sucking in a deep breath, his face turned serious and his grip around my hands tightened just a fraction. “I know this is unorthodox for a one-night stand, and you can say no if you would like, but I would like to get to know you. Romantically.” He blushed just the slightest as he added the last bit.

“You-you do?” I asked softly. His thumb brushed over my knuckles gently as he nodded his head.

“I do. I’m sure Jongdae has already told you that I don’t usually do one-night stands.”

“I don’t either,” I admitted as well.

He laughed and nodded, “I know.”

Blinking in surprise I looked at him in confusion. “How? Did Jongdae tell you?”

“Not exactly,” he replied, this time it was him who seemed nervous. “You-uh-you bled when we did it. That was your first time, right?”

Mortified, I ripped my hands from his and covered my face, a startled ‘oh no!’ leaving my lips. Talk about wanting the floor to open up and eat you! I hadn’t even noticed a stain when I got up… “I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, my voice muffled by my hands.

“Why are you sorry?”

Peeking from between my fingers, I noticed his face wasn’t the slightest bit angry. The only thing that lingered on his handsome visage was that stupid amusement. The same one from earlier in the day, only it was softer. “I must have ruined your sheets,” I mumbled as an explanation.

Minseok shook his head, “I hated those things anyway. They were a gift from an ex-girlfriend that I never got rid of, because...well you know, sheets and all that…” He trailed off, scratching his cheek and avoiding my eyes as he realized how strange that statement sounded. We had sex on the sheets his ex gave him.

The absolute absurdity had me laughing. He looked at me in surprise before he, too, melted into laughter. As we calmed down a bit, I let him take my hands back in his. I really liked the feeling, too. His hands were warm and big enough to encompass mine comfortably. It was different from when I would hold Jace’s hands. Jace’s hands were sweaty and it was never a comforting feeling, more of a requirement to hold hands. It didn’t matter what I was doing, or what I was holding, he would demand to hold my hand. His hands were also too rough and his grip had been too strong. I was amazed at all the things I could think of that felt wrong with Jace just by holding hands with Minseok. I suppose it was because I didn’t have any other point of reference. No one but Jace had held my hand for a long, long time. “To be honest, I was trying to forget my ex.” I told him honestly.

“I figured. You asked me to make you forget,” he nodded.

I nodded back and dropped my eyes to our hands. “I guess, I just wanted to feel valued...loved even. You would think giving four years to someone would be enough. I thought if we tried hard enough we would work, but it wasn’t. I wasn’t.”

“That’s not true,” Minseok said firmly. “That’s not true at all. You are enough. He’s just an idiot.”

I let out a bark of laughter and gave him an incredulous look. “You don’t even really know me.”

“I want to,” he quipped back.

I paused for a moment before asking him, “But why?”

“The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to know you. There was something about you, something that drew me in.”

“I was drunk,”

“I was enchanted.” Pouting, I didn’t say anything back. How could he think there was anything special about me when his first impression was of me drunk off my ass. I can’t even begin to imagine what that must have looked like. I don’t get drunk. Tipsy, maybe if I’m at home with a good movie, pizza, and some decent wine. Me and the public, plus drunkenness, no way! I didn’t have anything against other people having a good time, but I just never saw the draw in getting wasted, especially around a bunch of people I didn’t know.

Yet, he said he was enchanted. Maybe he was drunk, too.

“Pretty sure you just had too much to drink.”

Minseok adamantly shook his head. “I was buzzed, but not drunk. I don’t think you understand how attractive you are.” At my disbelieving expression, he offered me a small smile, “Let me prove that I’m telling the truth, then. We might have done things a bit backward, but let me take you on a few dates, get to know you, and I promise, you’ll see that I plan on sticking around. I don’t know what your ex did, though I could hazard a guess, but I’m not going to be like him.”

Honestly, I’m not sure what possessed me to say yes. Didn’t they say that people whose relationships start with passion end in disaster? As much as I fantasized meeting Minseok again, I hadn’t really thought it through. I hadn’t considered the consequences, whether or not there would even be any was a toss-up. Yet, I couldn’t find it in myself to say no. Just as he said there was something about me that drew him in, the same could be said about him. I was enthralled.

So, of course, I said yes.

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I’m not so sure about this part...I had most of it just sitting and I felt a burn to finish the chapter, but...idk.

#Minseok #xiumin #exo #exo scenario #exo scenarios #minseok scenario #kim minseok #xiumin scenario #jnseries

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mindymusejottings · 6 years

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Do you plan to do a masterlist ?? And continue loser?😍❤

Hi there! I should already have a masterlist, but feel free to let me know if you can’t access it.

I do have plans to finish loser, but it is a slow process because I lost my drive to write the series. I think I’ve got most of the next chapter written, but I can’t make promises as to when I will release the whole thing. I’m very particular about the quality of my work...I don’t want to give you all something that sucks, especially since so many of you seem to like Loser. I also don’t want to half-ass the ending either. It needs to do the series justice (which I hope I can provide at least a little bit). Thank you for asking, though! It makes me happy knowing there are people still interested in my works!

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Not Safe for My Heart [Part 2]

Part 1

There have been plenty of times in my life where I have regretted my life’s choices. Plenty. I mean, who hasn’t made mistakes where they cringe looking back on them. We all have horror stories from middle school and high school. We all have those ‘duh’ moments and certainly, everyone has blonde moments regardless of their actual hair color. Hell, there was a day where I was in such a hurry that I ended up wearing two different pairs of shoes into work. Not even the same type of shoes either. One flat and the other a boot. Talk about awkward.

However, none of that compared to the moment my memorable one night stand turned into my worst nightmare.

“Told ya,” I heard Jongdae whisper from next to me and just like that my stare down with Minseok ended as I whipped my head to stare at him in utter disbelief. How the hell did he even know about my one night stand? The only person I had told about it was Kyungsoo and I knew for a fact he didn’t say anything because he was still sitting behind me looking confused as hell--not that he would say anything anyway. Kyungsoo wasn’t the gossiping type.

“Did you say something, Jongdae?” Junmyeon asked.

“Ah,” the deviant cheered, hopping up and making his way over to the newcomer. “Just that I’m happy he’s finally here!” Both men gave Jongdae the same disbelieving expression, but Minseok excepted the welcoming hug with an amused chuckle.

“I see you’re still up to no good,” Minseok said. It took every ounce of my willpower not to get up and flee the room, hell the whole country. I was mortified. Of all the people I could have had a one night stand with it just had to be my future boss. I sure know how to pick ‘em.

“What can I say,” Jongdae smirked with a careless shrug, “It’s in my nature.”

Minseok scoffed and shoved the still grinning techy. “Go sit.” Jongdae let out a laugh but did as he was told, practically skipping to his seat with a happy hum. Once he was seated, Minseok cleared his throat and turned his gaze on the rest of us. “As Junmyeon has mentioned, I will be your new manager. I hope we can all work well together.” He gave a small bow towards us, which we all returned. His eyes found mine again for a split second before he shifted them to Chanyeol and Kyungsoo, “I will be arranging a meeting with each of you privately. I think it will benefit us as a team if I get to know you.”

No sooner had Junmyeon disappeared with Minseok into the empty office, Jongdae’s shit-eating grin was suddenly pointed in my direction. The second we made eye contact his eyebrows wiggled up and down. What an obnoxious brat. Honestly, he wasn’t this annoying before. I still wanted to know how the hell he even knew. “I think someone has already gotten to know him ‘privately’.” Chanyeol choked on a laugh, raising one of his large hands to cover his mouth as if it was actually going to muffle the guffaw.

“Wait…,” Kyungsoo trailed off, turning his chair to face me, eyes wide and pouty lips forming a perfect ‘o’. “That night...it was....holy shit!”

“Exactly,” Jongdae’s grin probably could have swallowed his whole face at that point. Chanyeol was practically dying of laughter, head on the table and hand slapping his leg.

“How the hell did you even know?” I groaned in exasperation. I slumped in my seat, briefly glancing over my shoulder towards the now closed office door. With the light on, I could see the silhouettes of both Junmyeon and Minseok. How was it that even his shadow was attractive?

“He’s been my best friend for years, y/n. We tell each other everything,” Jongdae shrugged. I glowered at his smug expression. He looked so damn proud of himself. I swear if I wouldn’t get reprimanded, slapping him silly would have felt so good. The young man quirked an eyebrow at me and continued to shine those pearly whites in my direction as he continued. “Besides I knew it was you from the first moment he described you. You don’t exactly fit the mold around here.”

Well, that made sense. I did stand out around here. The town was big enough to have a handful of foreigners, but that didn’t make us any less of a spectacle. We could be buying bubble gum and it becomes the most interesting feat of the day to the locals. I had gotten used to it by now. Still that made sense as to why Jongdae knew, but Chanyeol? “So you told him?” I snapped, pointing at the giant sitting next to him. Said young man immediately stopped guffawing and just pouted at me.

“What’s wrong with me knowing?” he whined.

“Because you couldn’t keep a secret if you tried!”

“I can, too!”

“Don’t even pretend like you can,” Kyungsoo immediately interjects flatly. “You run right home and tell Baekhyun, who then tells Jongdae if he doesn’t already know, and Sehun, who tells Jongin by default. They talk so loud that Yixing overhears and he usually always tells Junmyeon. It happens every time anyone ever says anything to you.”

Chanyeol looked like a kicked puppy, eyes all wide and hurt, bottom lip pushed up in a pout, and eyebrows bunched together. I sighed and offered him a small forgiving smile. “It’s bound to get out eventually. It’s not like we’re that big of an office anyway.”

“Well,” Jongdae chuckled, patting Chanyeol on the shoulder comfortingly. “I didn’t necessarily tell him anyway. I invited Minseok over to our apartment and we both figured out it was you at the same time. I don’t know if that’s any consolation.”

“It’s not.”

By lunchtime, I was a nervous wreck. Minseok hadn’t called anyone to his office yet, wanting to get settled in first before having introductions. Junmyeon spent most of the morning with him, probably going over reports and more or less showing him the ropes. Whatever the case, I was practically bouncing from the nervous energy trapped inside. A little after noon, Yixing entered our department, a lazy smile on his face. The calm IT head offered the four of us a small wave before he slipped through the closed door where Minseok and Junmyeon were still discussing things. A second later, the three men emerged, coats on and amicably laughing with each other. “We’re headed to the Ramen shop a few blocks over. This would be a good time for you all to take a lunch break,” Junmyeon suggested.

Minseok nodded in agreement. “I would like to start meeting with you individually when I get back. If you have notes on any major projects you’re working on, bring them with you. I’ll meet with you first,” he said, nodding to Kyungsoo. “I hear you’re pretty much my second-in-command.”

Kyungsoo blushed a bit and shrugged unsurely. “I just do my best to help keep things moving along.”

“Well, whatever the case may be, I’ll be grateful for your continued assistance,” Minseok chuckled. With that, he left with the other two men.

The four of us had barely settled around the table in the kitchenette when the IT department descended upon us.

“You slept with your boss?!”

“Oh my god…”

“Subtle, Baekhyun. Really subtle.”

I felt satisfied when Kyungsoo reached up and smacked the hyper-male upside the head for his forwardness. Honestly, nothing stays a secret for long with these guys. They’re worse than a gaggle of old women. “I didn’t know he was our boss at that time,” I confessed with a careless shrug.

“I didn’t know you were into one night stands,” Jongin commented as he bit into the large sandwich he pulled from his paper bag. I could smell the chicken from where I sat. The guy was obsessed with it. Kyungsoo used to complain about it all the time, but now he just silently goes with the flow. I’m pretty sure Jongin must have shown him the wonders of the versatility of chicken. We all know when Kyungsoo has cooked some up simply by how bouncy Jongin is in the morning. I swear sometimes he’s more excited about chicken than he is about new technology.

“I’m not,” I replied shortly. “It was a one-time thing.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Jongdae interjected, “Neither is Minseok.”

Sehun let out a loud guffaw and nudged me with his elbow. “Wouldn’t it be something if you ended up dating your boss.” I didn’t bother responding to him, instead choosing to jab one of my long fingers in his side, making the man squawk awkwardly.

“I’m going on a date tonight,” Kyungsoo threw out randomly. The table went silent for a heartbeat before the other five immediately started questioning him. I gave his knee a thankful squeeze. What would I do without this guy?

The rest of lunch consisted of the guys grilling poor Kyungsoo about his date, especially Jongin, who was beyond surprised. I tried to get into the conversation, but the closer the clock ticked to the bosses returning from their own lunch, the more my pulse seemed to race. Would he say anything? He definitely recognized me. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I couldn’t read his expression well enough to discern whether or not that was good or a bad thing. It wasn’t even a question in my mind if the guy was going to remember me or not. I was definitely the only tipsy one that night. From my recollection, I only saw him with one drink, but that was while he was with me. Even still, he was definitely not drunk. Then there were all those post-it notes. It wasn’t like I could really ask the guys about them. They were about as into one night stands as I was, but Kyungsoo had said that it didn’t sound like a normal thing someone does for someone they were only planning on seeing once. The breakfast included. Maybe he was hoping I’d leave my number as a thank you… Would he be mad that I didn’t? Would he hold it against me? Why was I even freaking out over this?

I did my best to not overthink the meeting with Minseok. Kyungsoo was called in as soon as Minseok walked back through the door with Chanyeol following him and then Jongdae. I was nervous. There was no getting around that, but the longer it took for Minseok to talk to Jongdae, the antsier I got. I could see Chanyeol glancing at me every few minutes as was Kyungsoo, but I did my best to ignore them and continue working on the document in front of me. This was important work and it demanded my full attention, something that was getting exceedingly hard to give.

“It’s going to be okay,” Chanyeol whispered, his puppy-like eyes looking at me with concern. “Really, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be nervous.”

“That’s easier said than done, Chan,” I sighed. There was a pressure building up behind my eyes, the warning signs of a monster migraine on its way to wreak havoc.

“He probably won’t even say anything about it,” Kyungsoo added softly. He kept his eyes on his computer screen but I could tell he was doing it more for my sake then he was being half invested in the conversation.

“Yeah!” Chanyeol chirped with a giant grin. “He’s might be just as embarrassed as you, so everything you’re feeling he’s probably feeling, too.” Kyungsoo and I both stopped what we were doing to look up at him. Chanyeol blinked owlishly at us for a second before furrowing his brows and asking, “What?”

“You sounded wise for a second there,” Kyungsoo said.

“Hey! I can be wise whenever I want!” Chanyeol quipped indignantly, poking out his bottom lip in an adorable pout.

Before Kyungsoo could retort, the door to Minseok’s office swung open and the boisterous laughter of Jongdae filled the room. “I’ll send her in,” he promised. I heaved a sigh when the loud technician grabbed the back of my chair and spun me around to face him. He was wearing the same shit-eating grin from this morning. “Boss wants to see you,” he winked and quickly danced out of the way as I tried to smack his arms. “Better not keep him waiting!”

“Don’t make it weird, Jongdae,” I groused. Taking in a large gulp of air, I stood up and made my way over to the open door. Was it always this ominous looking or was that just my anxiety? I poked my head through the doorway, one hand raised to knock on the solid oak, but paused at the sight of him. He hadn’t noticed me yet seeing as he was bent over his desk, pen in hand. He was taking notes apparently. ‘Oh good’ I thought drearily. Clearing my throat, I knocked on the door politely. Perhaps I mentioned it before, or maybe I didn’t, but those eyes of his are striking. Perfectly almond shaped and almost feline, his dark orbs were piercing. A shiver ran up my spine as he straightened his posture and smiled warmly in greeting.

“Please close the door and have a seat.” I had sat in the leather chairs a few times. Usually, I found the chairs to be rather comfortable and plush, but the second my butt touched the material, I hoped it would swallow me whole. That warm smile stayed on his lips the whole time. Again, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. For all intents and purposes, Minseok looked pleasant enough, just as a boss meeting his employee should be, but there was a glint in his eyes, a shadow in his smile, that gave me the impression that he was enjoying my discomfort.

So much for being embarrassed.

Minseok picked up the papers he had been scribbling on when I entered and set them aside. I could see my name on the folder that came into view. It was a folder I had only really seen once before and that was the day I started working at the company. Human Resources had come in to meet me and get me acclimated. The whole day they carried around the red personnel file with them, adding any documents I completed inside. It was explained to me that should I wish to see my file, I merely had to ask Junmyeon. He had everyone’s files in a locked filing cabinet in his office. No one really went in them too often. The last person to poke around in that file cabinet was Junmyeon himself and that was mainly because it was evaluation season, something that no one really enjoyed, but no one really worried about either. We worked so well together that if there was an honest to god problem with any one of us, everyone would be aware of it. Minseok picked up the file and flipped it open to the first tab, his lithe fingers combing through the documents there. “You’ve been with the company for some time now, I see,” he stated softly.

I wasn’t sure if he was expecting an answer. It was the kind of statement that was obvious. Even so, I managed a small, “Yes sir.”

A smirk pulled at the right corner of his lips. I tried not to stare too long at those lips. They were dangerous. I had dreams of those lips almost nightly at this point. I still remembered those lips the sinful things they had done and said. They were dangerous indeed. For more than one reason. “You worked for one of our competitors for nearly two and a half years, what made you switch teams?”

The question of the century it would seem. I had been asked this question about a million times. “I was looking for something a little more low key in terms of atmosphere. The company I was with wasn’t as concerned with the ‘little guy’, if that makes sense.” I replied easily.

Minseok nodded, “It does.”

“I didn’t feel like I was a part of a team. Instead, it was every man for himself, which lead to there being a lot of brown nosing and stepping on toes. It was less like a work environment and more like a constant competition. When I heard there was an opening here, I instantly applied. The idea of a small, close-knit team in a quieter area really sounded like a dream. I’m extremely grateful to Junmyeon for choosing me.”

Again he nodded, picking up his pen and scribbling a few notes on a piece of paper I assumed was in the file. “The others all said wonderful things about you,” he told me much to my surprise. I had no idea we were being asked about each other. It warmed my heart, though. We might get on each other’s nerves and drive each other crazy, but those looney toons were the closest thing I had to family. It was like having eight crazy, and exceptionally nosey, brothers, but I loved all of them dearly. Leaving my old job for this one had been one of the best decisions I had ever made. “Tell me what you think of the others on our team. I like to have an idea of the inner workings of the minds of my employees. It helps me understand all of you better. Be honest, too. Everything you say here is strictly confidential.”

“Oh, well,” I started, clearing my throat and adjusting myself in my chair. “Kyungsoo is pretty much the backbone of our group. When work gets super crazy, he helps keep all of us on track. He’s quiet and can be a little sarcastic at times, but he’s a real sweetheart. He likes to take care of us even though we’re all pretty much the same age. Chanyeol might as well be a giant puppy. He, Jongdae, and Baekhyun from IT like to play pranks on everyone, especially Kyungsoo. Despite his playful personality, though, he’s extremely talented and dedicated. He learns quickly, too. Jongdae is a goofball and troll, but he’s really sweet underneath all the joking. He and Kyungsoo are practically the moms of the office. Honestly, we were all relieved when he joined our team permanently. Without him, our work would move at a far slower pace. Since we handle really confidential documents we really needed someone who could be housed in our section. If Kyungsoo is the backbone, Jongdae is definitely the oil that keeps our gears turning.”

“Don’t tell Jongdae that,” Minseok wagged a finger in my direction, his expression serious, “His head might get fatter.”

“Oh, of course,” I laughed.

He asked me question after question, wanting to learn more about my work. We discussed the projects I was currently working on and a few that I knew were coming down the pipeline. He even asked about anything that might make the team function better or that would help me do my job better. It was refreshing to have someone genuinely care about that. The one thing we didn’t discuss throughout the whole hour-long conversation was the night we had together. I didn’t know why I thought he would bring it up in the first place. I mean it wasn’t like I didn’t see his eyes linger on my lips a second too long or skip up and down my figure every so often. Every time he did, my body would heat up and I would stumble over my words, making an amused smirk pull at the corners of his mouth. He knew he had an effect on me. I knew he knew! Even still, there was no mention of our night together, not even when he dismissed me.

“Oh, and y/n,” he called out to me just as I grabbed the door handle. My heart leaped into my throat, thinking it might finally be the moment of truth. However, “I look forward to working with you. I hope we can get along.”

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The Sacrifice (Oneshot)

@heart-baek-bleed this is SUPER late, but I finally had some inspiration and time to write this. Let me know if this wasn’t what you were thinking. I wasn’t sure what you meant by the sacrifice, so I more or less made it about him being a sacrifice, so...yeah...sorry about that!

This wasn’t quite how Baekhyun imagined his life ending. Frankly, if you had asked him the young man would have told you a very different story. Perhaps he would be in his late eighties with a significant other, a cute dog, and a house in the quiet countryside. Or perhaps a seaside villa where he could take in the lovely sunsets with a glass of wine and fine cheese.

Was Baekhyun the best of all men? No, not at all, but even he would have admitted that. So he stole a few loaves of bread here and maybe a coin or two or a whole purse there? A man has to eat! It was hardly his fault that he was born into poverty and forced to make due with his circumstances. In Baekhyun’s opinion, the mere fact that he escaped his lonely pit of hell (or so he calls his village on the outskirts of the canyon valley whence he came) was a miracle in and of itself! He had been destined for treachery no matter what. If he hadn’t become a traveling thief, then he might have been a roadside bandit or a pirate on the high seas. Well, perhaps not that. Baekhyun was certain he would have some serious sea sickness. The thought alone was enough to make his stomach turn. Dryland was definitely preferable.

That all being said, Baekhyun still felt it was highly unfair that he should find himself in his current circumstances. For once he had actually not stolen anything, so how in the world did he end up tied to a pole with no hope for escape? From the makeshift platform he was standing on, he could see both the trail up the mountain and the lake glimmering in the distance. The image to anyone else would have been breathtaking, however, in Baekhyun’s current position, the darkening sky only seemed to highlight the horrors that would befall him the moment the sun set completely.

The village he happened upon was one of quiet nature. It was nestled deep within the forest and at the base of a great mountain. There lay a large, glittering lake to the west, mines to the north, and endless woods to the east and south. Crossing through the village hadn’t been a part of his grand plan. It was mere happenstance that he discovered it in the first place. If he was honest, and he was even for a thief, he hadn’t liked the place the second he set foot in it. The people were stared at him like he was a mirage or a figment of their imagination. Looks of both wonder and horror crossed their faces so quickly Baekhyun scarcely believed he saw them in the first place. No one said a word to him his whole trek to the local inn, which wasn’t more than a larger house with a few extra rooms. He surmised they must not receive many visitors, though that also didn’t surprise Baekhyun much. How was anyone supposed to find this village in the first place? The innkeeper had stared at him opened mouth when he walked in, his wife and young son making similar faces. He had been silently led up to a room on the second floor and left with only a few extra blinks and a stuttered time frame for dinner. Baekhyun had been so tired from his travels that he barely gave any thought to the abnormal nature of the village and promptly crawled on top of the bed, falling asleep quickly.

Now that Baekhyun did think about it, what happened over the next two days should have been warning enough. He had been well fed, far more than he had in the last year alone, bathed and dressed in fine cloth, and otherwise waited on hand and foot until he was sick of the attention. The village people went from shell-shocked to the most jovial bunch had ever met in such a short time. That should have been enough of an oddity to catch the young thief's attention, but instead, Baekhyun basked in it all. Nothing fazed him until the previous night. An older man had been seated next to him, continually refilling Baekhyun’s glass with rich wine. Even through the delirium of drunkenness, he hadn’t missed the weird glimmer in the man’s eyes. The look was lost somewhere between guilt and relief. Just before Baekhyun passed out, the man leaned in close and whispered, “You are doing us all a great deed. Thank you.”

“A great deed, huh?” Baekhyun groused to himself as he recalled the way he had woken in the early morning hours upon the stand, dressed in a thin white robe, arms tied to the pole behind him and his feet bare against the icy cool slab of stone. At first, he had thought it was all a wild dream, that perhaps he was still dreaming. Alas, despite his best efforts, he discovered he was quite awake. Panic had spiked through his being as he rebelled against his restraints in vain, crying out for someone, anyone, to help. It would be mid-morning before anyone came up from the village. He called out to them, asking what had happened, why was he bound, but no answer came. He was greeted with a heavy silence and turned gazes. The very people who had just the night before been so friendly and warm now refused to even look at him. Instead, each person laid offerings at his feet. Food, cloth, wood, trinkets, flowers. The gravity of his situation fell upon him harshly as he took it all in. They were indeed offerings and he was the tribute. To what god or creature he didn’t know.

The only person in the whole village who grace him with a glance was a teary-eyed girl he hadn’t seen before. However, the man standing behind her, guiding her forward, was the man from the night before. The very man who had stated Baekhyun was doing a great deed. The look in her eyes as she met his gaze was sorrowful, a heartfelt regret. She looked so very sorry for him being up on that platform that Baekhyun understood instantly. This young girl, barely the age of fourteen, had been the original tribute. He was taking her place. He might have been a thief, but he wasn’t heartless.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured to him as she lay her offering at his feet. “I’m so terribly sorry.”

“I don’t see what for,” Baekhyun quipped with a coy grin. The girl looked up at him in confusion, her bottom lip trembling as she held back more tears. However, before she could reply to him, Baekhyun let out a bark of laughter. He ignored the startled looks of the villagers as they, for the first time since arriving, glanced up at him warily. Perhaps they thought he’d lost his mind, though the young man would be quick to tell them he was born mad. “The way I see it, it was bound to happen eventually,” he told her with a casual shrug. “Probably in some ditch in the middle of nowhere. I always imagined it would be a knife in the back or while I was asleep, so really I should be thanking you. At least I’ll die honorably. There’s no better way to go than in the place of a fair maiden.”

Baekhyun could have laughed at his own bravado. He was terrified of dying! It was only natural, but he meant what he had said to the young girl. He smiled a little as he recalled how prettily she had blushed at his comment and the little wink he had given her. He imagined in a few years she would be quite beautiful and would make some man in the village a very happy guy. Baekhyun had never wasted any time thinking about the what-ifs of life. He never allowed himself to wonder what it would be like to be with a someone for more than a night or two while he was in town. Never thought about what having a family would be like or growing old with someone. Where he was from, no one thought about things like that. If you were born in the valley, it was usually by mistake--never love. Love was foreign to the thief. He barely had people he could call friends, much less family. There were no women in the valley that were soft like the women of this village. No, half the time the women of the valley were much, much worse than the men, more conniving, more twisted. If they let a man touch them, it was for their own gain. Love didn’t exist in the valley.

When the sun had finally set beyond the horizon, it felt like the final toll of a bell. The whole atmosphere changed on a dime. Perhaps it was the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach about his fate that diminished the serenity he had felt earlier or, perhaps, it was the way the landscape seemed to change before him that made his heart leap into his throat. There were candles at his feet that circled the pole before falling away down the short staircase and lined the path up the mountain until they vanished from sight. Baekhyun felt particularly unsettled by the candles if he were being honest. The reason for this? They weren’t lit. Who lines candles around like that and then doesn’t light them when the sun goes down? Granted, he realized the position he was in and gathered that perhaps they were only lit for special occasions. Yet, he couldn’t shake the odd way they were placed around him.

He didn’t have to wait long, however, for something to happen. Nearly jumping out of his skin at the suddenness, Baekhyun watched as one by one on either side of the path the candles spontaneously lit. At an excruciatingly slow pace, the lights came closer and closer until they paused at the bottom stair. The young man could hardly breathe, his heart hammering away in his chest. Wide brown eyes glanced around him anxiously, taking in the dark scenery, but failing to find any logical reason for the phenomenon that unfolded before him. How? How could the candles light themselves? Just what the hell was happening in this village? What the hell had he been sacrificed to?

A startled cry ripped from his throat as a slender hand appeared from behind him, the long fingers curling gently around his throat. They were cool, almost cold, against his skin and he could feel the soft prick of long nails digging in ever so slightly. If he had thought the strange lighting of the candles was terrifying, the presence behind him was more so. It was as though a dark, foreboding aura had swallowed the whole area, taking with it all the precious oxygen he needed to function--to understand just what the hell he had gotten himself into.

“You aren’t what I was expecting,” a soft voice purred in his left ear making him flinch away. They chuckled before moving to his other ear. “I can hardly complain, however.” The hand that was on his throat began to slide downward until it rested on his firm chest. “It has been a long, long time since I’ve found such a fine offering waiting for me. Yet, you aren’t from this piddly little village, are you?”

Baekhyun’s voice had escaped him. Even if he could find it, he had little doubt it would be more than a frightened whisper. So instead, he merely shook his head. The being behind him hummed.

“They are lucky I am so taken with you, Outsider,” the voice told him with a low, amused rumble at the end of their words. “Or else I would have to go into the village and slaughter the family who dare commit this sacrilege. Perhaps I still will…”

“No!” Baekhyun shouted, surprising both himself and the creature behind him.

“No?” they questioned, “Even though they tricked you and left you here to die?”

Baekhyun did his best to not shiver at the prospect of his imminent demise. “Even then,” he replied softly. “I will be the sacrifice in their stead.”

Again the entity hummed. He felt them move closer until their cool lips pressed against his ear and he felt them smile a wicked grin. Before Baekhyun could even wonder what they might say next, the hand resting on his chest plunged into his body. He could only stare in abject horror as he watched the hand slowly retreat, holding his still beating heart.

“So be it. You now belong to me.”

The only things left behind on the lonely makeshift platform were the now lit candles that illuminated the empty space and petrified scream that still lingered in the air.

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To be honest I had to write this like ten times because I wasn’t satisfied with it. It's hard for me to write oneshots because I can imagine whole storylines for future chapters. This story is no different, but it’s supposed to be a oneshot, so *shrug*. I purposefully left the ending ambiguous, so feel free to imagine whatever ending you wish!

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mindymusejottings · 6 years

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Hi, I haven't seen you'll update on the main blog in months? Is everything ok? Have you'll discontinued that blog?

Hello! I’m not sure if you are referring to my general account or my reaction blog, but either way, thank you for checking up on me! I am not discontinuing any of my blogs. Unfortunately, my accelerated college program is taking up a lot more of my time than I had initially thought. When they said it was a lot of work they were not kidding! I am still working on my active stories, but they are mostly on the back burner while my classes are in session due to the amount of coursework I have. Basically, I am both working full time and going to school full time, so I have very little free time to myself. I’m hoping with the coming summer I will be able to be a little more active seeing as my course load is vastly lighter. I make no promises, however, simply because I am taking three classes this summer. If anything gets posted soon it will be the two requests I received a long while ago that I have been intermittenly working on. Thank you to you and everyone else who has so diligently been checking my blogs for updates! I appreciate your support! Fingers crossed I’ll come up for air before I drown!

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mindymusejottings · 7 years

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I think i have read loser and crooked about 3 times now. I hope you wont abandon them. I'll be sad if thats the case. 😥

No, no, sweet Anon, I am not abandoning them. It’s just taking me longer to put together worthy chapters. Loser is coming to a close and I really don’t want to rush it. It needs to be well laid out and feel like a proper ending, you know? I hate when writers just rush to finish things because there’s always so much left unsaid. Leaving the future of a character up to the reader’s imagination is one thing, but half-ass endings are a no Bueno for me. Keep your eye out for future content, though! I’m half way done with the next chapter of Crooked and I have a two part Jiyong Prince!Au coming soon!

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mindymusejottings · 7 years

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"Astral 4" wow really even in the beginning when she was in her room and what she saw and what she feel, but then Baekhyun was with her but is something odd in this, plus then she wake up and well the part was rly touch when baek say all the things to her ❤, aishh really I'm confuse tbh, can be a demon or something omg Idk is just this was too good hope you can update soon and like that I can understand more about it, and thank you rly I love the chap ❤❤❤❤❤

Awww! You are so sweet! I’m glad you liked it! I’m finally getting to the fun part of this story! ;)

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mindymusejottings · 7 years

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Astral--Part 4

gif credits to xehun

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Part 4

Something was wrong. Like not just slightly wrong, but seriously, seriously, seriously wrong. I was losing my mind for sure! Honestly, I should have known a head injury like mine would lead to some messed up side effect, some twisted consequences. It was only natural...right? Still, everywhere I looked I was seeing things that had never existed before, things that made little to no sense. It just wasn’t right! I thought perhaps it was my medication and as the day wore on, the drug’s effects would dissipate and things would go back to normal. However, even as one o’clock in the afternoon rolled up on me, my boss never reverted back. Instead, the image I was seeing seated behind the large fake oak desk was a hulking mass of...something! All I knew was where my boss’s skin was previously a beautiful shade of rich mocha, the pallor now was a sickly shade of pea green and his well kept, closely shaved dark hair was a shocking shade of bright pink. It even seemed to change slightly to red or purple depending on which way you approached him. Twin pearly white tusks jutted out from his plumper than usual lips, creating a constant snarl.

What…

…the…

….hell.

If that wasn’t enough of a reason to freak out, the cute barista from the company coffee shop on the second floor had grown about six or seven feet, limbs stretched to accommodate the new height. Her hair, which usually pulled into a low ponytail and left to hang halfway down her back, fell to about her knees and billowed with an unseen breeze. She wasn’t terrifying like my boss or the maintenance man in my building (I cringe just thinking about him). Instead, there was a regal grace to her. She moved with the fluidity of a ballerina in water, all her movements precise and measured. In the elevator, I stood next to a guy who had eight eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. I had to look straight ahead as we shared small talk about the weekend. It was hard not to stare in utter bewilderment as he went on and on affectionately about his pregnant wife and his son, who had just managed to get the hang of riding a bike. He looked so monstrous and yet spoke with such tenderness that I didn’t quite know how to feel about it. His bulbous eyes shone eerily in the florescent lighting, reflected back to me in the stainless steel doors, each seemingly moving independently from each other. It took all my willpower to keep a straight, yet friendly expression and not scream on the top of my lungs and attempt to escape out the elevator’s roof hatch.

By the time I had gotten home, experiencing a new kind of horror or marvel with every step and street corner, I was mentally exhausted and fully prepared to call Yixing with demands of a prescription that didn’t make me psychotic. Monday’s were naturally supposed to be draining, but this was something else entirely! I tiredly pushed the door to my apartment closed with my foot, leaning my back against the wood and letting gravity drag me down to the floor with a huff. Moose gave a happy yelp at the sound of my presence and bounced out of my bedroom.

“At least you’re still the same,” I murmured to the excited corgi, who attempted to lick both my wrists as I pet him. I grabbed Moose by the face and littered both his cheeks and his forehead with kisses before asking him, “What do you say we stay in for the night and watch movies?” The little guy wiggled around between my hands, tilting his head so he could lick my face in excitement. Among the great many things I loved about my corgi, his effervescent personality and love for cuddling were among my favorite. He was always up for being my partner in crime, going wherever I went, even if it meant taking an impromptu shower.

Moose and I had eaten, gotten comfortable, and were more than half way through with our first movie by the time power suddenly cut off. We laid completely still in the darkness of our home for a few minutes, perfectly still and almost unbothered. It seemed odd that the power would suddenly cut out like that. There wasn’t a storm outside last I checked and I knew I had paid my electric bill for the month. Nudging Moose off of me, I slowly got to my feet and walked towards the blinds leading out to my balcony. At first glance, there was nothing to write home about, just your typical city street lined with buildings of varying sizes and widths, cars parked by the sidewalk and streetlights that had yet to come on. By all appearances everything was normal. And yet, something was off. There was a thickness to the air. The kind of thickness that blankets you whole and strangles you slowly, each passing second increasing the vice grip it has on your lungs. A chill passed through the air as my eyes continued to sweep the street up, down, and then up again. And then there he was, a man dressed completely in black, something that seemed odd to me for the weather outside. He wasn’t there a second ago and yet I couldn’t tell you with certainty if I hadn’t just overlooked him. The man seemed to both blend in and stand out from the shadows cast by the buildings across the way. He stood between the large white apartment building on the right and the new, entirely glass office building on the left. There was no reflection of him in the windows, but his shadow seemed to stretch across the pavement in front of him like water spilled from a jar.

I flinched when he lifted his head sharply. I couldn’t see his face, but his eyes were boring into me, I was sure of it. It’s hard to explain the feeling the man gave me without using overly dramatic words like terrifying and murderous, but there was an air about it that screamed hatefully at the world around him. The more I stared back the more my body began to tremble. I felt paralyzed by his unseen stare, ironic as that might be. It was because I couldn’t see his eyes or his face that made him all the more alarming. Here was a man that seemed to blend in with every shadowed space, who seemed to disappear and reappear in the blink of an eye. Someone who, if you took your eyes off of him for a second, might vanish from memory altogether. All at once the dark lingering shadows of the alley between the two buildings surged upwards and spread out across their outward facing facades, taking on the shape of skeletal wings behind the faceless man. The eerie silence was shattered by the most horrendous screeching I’d ever heard in my life. Terror seized my throat so suddenly I staggered backward away from the blinds, tripping over my own feet and landing painfully on the carpet. I barely registered the sharp pain of my healing ribs protesting the bodily violence as I slammed my hands over my ears as tightly as possible, vainly trying to block out the horrible noise. It seemed to bleed through the crevices of my fingers and leak into my eardrums, blaring just as loud as before. The room seemed to spin and crash around me, my own cries joining the frightful chorus. Vaguely, I could hear Moose’s howls and barking in the background. Coupled with the nonstop screeching, it was an apocalyptic cacophony straight from the bowels of hell.

My screams hit a whole new octave as strong hands wrapped around my biceps harshly, their skin scalding mine. It was like someone had bathed me in ice and then dropped a bucket of boiling water on my head. The worst part was not seeing who had such a vice grip on me. There was no one standing over me. No one standing behind me. I was completely alone, save for Moose, who stood at attention on the couch, barking and howling anxiously. My eyes focused on the swinging blinds, slivers of my balcony and the darkening sky slipping through with every sway. Standing, no, looming just beyond the off white plastic was the shadow man from the street. Now I could see his eyes, glowing brilliant, blinding, ruby red. They were all I could see. No face, no features, just those sweltering red eyes, whose brightness seemed to pierce my very soul. The screeching was so loud, so all encompassing, I felt like I was drowning in it. I was drowning in a sea of invisible static, crackling, fizzing, and climbing in octave the longer the man held my gaze. I could feel blood slipping down my fingers from my ears, oozing slowly down my wrist, twisting and twining until it dripped off my elbows and onto the carpet.

Just as I thought I might die, as I was thinking my brain might melt along with my eardrums, he appeared before me, blocking my view of the towering beast outside my sliding glass door. Baekhyun. His hair was as dark as I remembered it being, kept slightly long and parted in the middle, bangs parted like curtains to display his forehead. Those eyes I suddenly now felt so accustomed to staring deeply into, were filled with worry as they darted back and forth between mine. I realized then it was his hands that held me so tightly. Suddenly, they didn’t seem so scorching, instead, a soothing feeling enveloped me, washing over me and caressing every inch of my being like the tide does the sand on a beach. The worried furrow of his brow smooths out as he feels my body start to relax, the firm line of his mouth curling outward into a soft smile, one that I know has only ever been meant for me.

“It’s okay.” I heard the words as clear as day and yet his mouth never moved. My eyes flash back and forth between his and his mouth, confused, perplexed, and every other synonym. “y/n,” his velvet voice called out to me. My heart fluttered at the sound of it, stuttered and jumped at the way his tongue seemed to wrap around my name and fondle it before releasing it into the air. “It’s okay. You’re fine. Come back to me.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about. Come back to him? Where had I gone? Did he mean because of the memory loss? Was there something else I was missing? I was most certainly not fine! There was a hell-beast outside my door, people who used to look human but very obviously weren’t anymore, or maybe who never had been to begin with, and now here was Baekhyun talking to me and yet not uttering a word. I was confused, frustrated, falling apart at the seams. As if he could hear my thoughts, Baekhyun released my arms, instead choosing to pull my hands away from my ears. Two things occurred to me very suddenly: one, the screeching had stopped, and two, there was no blood on my hands. “y/n,” he called again. One of his hands cupped my cheek tenderly, his thumb stroking my the skin softly. His hand was so comfortingly warm, perfect parts soothing and protective. My eyes started to grow heavy and I sank further into the safety of his touch, allowing all the terror and panic to wash away until all that was left was a content feeling and exhaustion.

When my eyes opened again, I was on the floor beside the couch. Moose was beside me, whining as he paced back and forth anxiously, large hazel eyes so wide I could see the whites of his eyes. Instinctively, I reached out to him with a shaky hand, to which he quickly trotted and nuzzled his head against, sharp whimpers still filling the otherwise silent air. It took another second or two to register that my upper body was being supported by someone, their arms wrapped around my torso and under my shoulders. Looking up, I was surprised to see Sehun staring down worriedly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and brows deeply furrowed. A deep sigh of relief is let out and his whole body sagged against the couch. “Thank god! You’re finally awake!” he muttered to himself. Sehun turns his head to the left and calls over his shoulder so someone else, seemingly in my kitchen. “She woke up!”

I heard the hurried footsteps first, light but rushed, and then the soft thump of someone kneeling beside Sehun. A second later, Baekhyun’s face appeared over mine, his expression mirroring Sehun’s for a moment before a smile blossomed. He looked relieved more than anything, but there was a glint sparkling in his beautiful dark gaze, too. “There you are,” he uttered softly, almost more to himself than to me or Sehun.

“W-what happened?” I groaned out, too tired to really move. My whole body felt like I had run a mile underwater. Lead filled my extremities, fog swirled in my brain, and my eyes were like sandpaper. The only other time I had felt this horrible was a few years back when I got back to back flu strains. It was my luck to catch both in one fell swoop.

“You invited me over,” Baekhyun told me, voice soft and uncertain, though his eyes never left mine. There was such a strong contrast between the frailty of his voice and the intensity of his gaze that, for a moment, my mind whirled as though caught in the wind like a tumbleweed. I invited him over? When did I do that? I asked myself, but no sooner had I did the memory of last weeks late night conversation come to mind.

The tension in the beat of silence that filled the air on the phone was almost palpable. I didn’t know what to say to him now that I had him on the phone. I don’t even know what possessed me to call him in the first place. “y/n?” Baekhyun asked again, this time in a quieter, almost hesitant voice.

“Hi,” I finally replied.

“Hi,” he chuckled. My heart raced at the sound of it and my cheeks grew hot. My body seemed to remember what my brain didn’t. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I murmured, “I don’t know why I called. I’m sorry if you were sleeping.”

“It’s okay, I was still awake,” he assured me softly. “Did Sehun tell you?” He didn’t need to clarify what about. It was as obvious as the somber tone of his voice.

“I asked him to. I couldn’t remember. I still can’t remember.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The awkward pause that came next made me restless. It was such an odd feeling and I realized belatedly it felt unnatural as if Baekhyun and I had never had one before. “That’s okay,” he said suddenly. “You called. That’s the important part.” The cheerful, hopeful statement had me smiling shyly. It was just like Baekhyun to be so upbeat despite the situation. The man Sehun continuously blabbered on and on about had this quality to his personality that rarely allowed for the bitter darkness that sometimes prevails in our day to day lives. Ever the optimist, Baekhyun is always the first person to see the silver lining or, as Sehun once eloquently put it, “The world could be on fire and this guy would still manage to find some glimmer of hope.” I had the distinct feeling that this in particular trait of his personality had brightened my days on several occasions and for a moment I mourned the loss of those memories.

“Sehun said we were seeing each other, but...but I don’t remember any of it. I’m sorry.” Honestly, I didn’t know why I was apologizing. It wasn’t like I could control the fact that I had been in an accident and yet, a part of me couldn’t shake the guilt of not remembering.

“y/n,” Baekhyun sighed raggedly, “There’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

“I still feel bad,” I admitted, an unhappy pout taking over my face as I let out a sigh myself. “Sehun said we were really happy. He said I was supposed to meet you that night.”

There was a beat of silence on the other side. We laid there in the darkness of our rooms listening to the other person breathing softly. In a way, I was comforted by that sound, the steadiness of his breath, like the beating of his heart. There was a safeguard in his presence that was felt even over a telephone. Finally, Baekhyun let out yet another sigh and a chuckle that sounded just the slightest bit hollow. “I was so scared,” he murmured finally, catching me by surprise. “When you didn’t show up to the cafe, I knew something was wrong. You’re the most punctual person I know. Half the time you beat me to whatever place we decided to have our date.” That sounded about right if I was honest. I had always been someone who preferred to be early than late. I never quite got the concept of ‘fashionably late’. “It was Chanyeol who called me. Said he had been watching the news when the story broke. As soon as he heard the bus number he called me. The first twenty-six hours were the worst. We kept losing you.”

I didn’t know why he was telling me all this, but my heart sank at the pained timbre of his voice. More than anything I wanted to take all the hurt I had caused him and consume it, store it away somewhere in the dark, dusty crevices of my mind, away from him and his bleeding heart. Tears pricked my eyes as his voice shook and shuttered before he inhaled deeply and let it loose. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, y/n. It’s just seeing you laid up in that hospital bed with every machine known to man hooked up to you made me realize how special you were. I’ve met a great many people, but none like you.” If I had been teary eyed before, I was outright crying now. “It’s okay if you don’t remember. That’s fine. Can we start over, though? We’ll make new memories you can remember and I won’t lose you--not again.”

I had without any hesitation said yes. However, Baekhyun had heard from Sehun about my fainting in the park and insisted that I stayed home that week to fully recover. Once I started working again and I knew felt well enough, we’d hang out.

“Baby steps. We gotta get you better first and foremost.”

But something wasn’t right. Something was really, really, really not right. His face was one that I remembered very clearly. Everything from his dark hair to his beautifully shaped lips. Yet, the person staring down at me wasn’t the Baekhyun I remembered. Instead, his rich, dark brown eyes were a glittering amaranth red. Instead of round pupils, he had a slit reminiscent of a cat’s eye. A rose color lined the inner edges of his almond shaped eyes, which only enhanced their already startling hue. Small clusters of black fire opals dotted the skin between the outer end of his eyes and his eyebrows on either side, the gemstones seemingly dancing in the failing light of day. Most startling were the two onyx horns that protruded from his forehead along the upper edge of his hairline, the base of which was covered by his dark locks.

“y/n?” Baekhyun asked, a frown pulling at his lips.

But I couldn’t say anything in reply. Instead, my throat closed up and I burst into tears.

Just what the hell was happening to me?

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Wow "Astral–Prologo Part1-2-3" omg really awesome story, but I'm wonder why she can't remember the part the she was to meet with Baekhyun, because before the accident she was really getting exciting to see him, but still is sad the she can't recall the part, and plus what Sehun say the he was worry for her ❤ and now she call him I wonder what going to happen, and really I'm looking forward for more, hope you can update soon and thank you for such amazing chaps ❤❤❤ now you have a fan here (*´艸`*)

Awww you are so sweet! I’m so happy you’re enjoying Astral! I really love this concept so I hope you will stick around because the plot has yet to thicken! You’ll have to comeback and tell me what you think of my latest chapter. Thank you so much for your very sweet comment, darling! ♥♥

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Psycho: The Beginning {Do Kyungsoo Part 2}

Prologue, Part 1

Part Two:

“Well, that certainly sounds like an interesting first encounter,” Isabella agrees after I tell her all about my encounter with Do Kyungsoo. We’re sitting around the coffee table in the living room munching on Chinese. I don’t remember whose idea it was to drink wine with Chinese, but it’s not a bad combo and it’s become a staple on our take-out nights. The lights are dim in the room and the television is off for what seems like the first time in ages. Usually, we sit together in the living room and either do homework or go over case files for our respective internships with the news playing the background. Tonight, though, we decided to do without it.

“Yeah,” I mumble after taking a sip of my wine. I always liked red wine over white. There are very few white wines that appeal to me. I’ve always found them to be a tad too dry. “The Chief wasn’t kidding when he said this guy could kill you with a stare alone. There’s something about the look in his eyes that’s just haunting. I couldn’t believe Junyoung was trying to rile him up. That’s just beyond stupid.”

Isabella hums in agreement as she swallows her food. “Well,” she shrugs, “this is Junyoung we’re talking about.” I nod back. I knew Isabella liked Junyoung about as much as I did. She’s had a few encounters with the hot head detective. Isabella actually interns for the NPA as well, though she works more with the other psychologists. We just happened to get lucky enough to have assignments in the same prison.

“You know it’s weird,” I comment thoughtfully, my mind going back to that concrete room with Kyungsoo. “Every time he said my name it was in English. Ms. l/n. Even though I was speaking and addressing him in Korean, he kept calling me Ms. l/n .”

Isabella places her fork back on her plate, brows furrowed and mouth drawn down into a frown. “Maybe it’s his way of trying to get under your skin. He is a sociopath after all.”

I nod, even though I don’t believe it. A tactic like that was too obvious for someone as smart and cunning as Do Kyungsoo. There has to be another reason, perhaps one that I can shake out of him eventually. “So,” I say, turning the conversation away from Junyoung and Kyungsoo, “How did things go today with your guy? Today was the first time you sat with him by yourself, right?”

She nods and sips her drink thoughtfully, eyes gazing off at the wall. She got her assignment a month ago and has been working with a mentor up until today. Apparently, it’s protocol to not just send in interns to the lion’s den. Good thing, too, seeing as that would just be plain stupid, though I have heard of some programs doing just that. They seem to think throwing the newbies in to fend for themselves weeds out the strong from the weak. I suppose you could say that, but it could also traumatize and endanger said interns as well. A double edged sword if I’ve ever heard of one.

“Yeah, it was nerve wracking, but he seems to be more relaxed now that Myungjoo isn’t present,” she tells me. She still has that thoughtful expression on her face. I can tell she’s putting herself across from her inmate and recounting the conversation. “I don’t understand him,” she says finally, and while it was mumbled more to herself than me, I still reach across the table and squeeze her arm comfortingly.

“He’s much like Kyungsoo in the sense that they’re both birds of their own flock.”

“Ha!” she laughs and shakes her head, “You could say that.”

“Did he answer any of your questions?”

“Yeah, but they were half answers if anything. The way he forms his replies is like he’s trying to see if I can piece together what’s true from the lies and form a bigger picture. Like my questioning him is some sort of game. Honestly, my only purpose is to learn more about him, to get to know him, and possibly see if he’s fit for parole in another year’s time.” She heaves a sigh and falls backward onto the mat. “Hopefully, I can get through to him one way or another.”

Kim Jongin is an interesting case in my opinion. A guy who for all intents and purposes was perfectly normal, described by neighbors, family, friends, and coworkers as being the nicest guy around. Even his ex-girlfriend described him as such. She broke up with him, but other than being heartbroken he seemed to take the breakup quite well. That is until he found out about the new boyfriend. Apparently, he attacked the man with a kitchen knife just as he was getting home from the gym. The oddest part of his case is the fact that not only did he kill the guy in broad daylight, but he then just sat down in the driveway, beside the body, and waited for the police to show up.

“So he still hasn’t said why he did it, I’m guessing,” I ask, through a mouthful of fried rice.

“No,” Isabella replies with a sad shake of her head. She huffs up at the ceiling slightly annoyed but doesn’t sit up. “We can hardly get past the part where the girlfriend breaks up with him! I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t know or understand why, or if he’s in denial about the whole breakup, to begin with.”

“That’s tough,” I sympathize, “Are you going to talk to the ex?”

Isabella shakes her head no. “I’m not allowed.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Why not?” I mean, if she’s allowed to sit with the Jongin by herself, then surely she could handle the ex-girlfriend. I must be missing something...

My best friend sighs and finally drags herself up into a sitting position again, though it’s mostly slumped over with her elbow on the table and her head leaned up against her fist. “She’s in the looney bin.”

And there it is! “Oh,” I cringe, “So she was there, then?”

“Yup,” Isabella affirms, popping her ‘p’ for emphasis. “She heard the boyfriend come home and had walked outside to greet him, but instead she saw her ex stabbing the guy over and over again.” She pauses and scrunches up her face oddly. I know that look, too. It was the look that said ‘there’s more to this story and I either have a hunch or a lot more questions’.

“What are you thinking?” I ask her softly.

She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she drums her fingers on the table a few times and bites her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I don’t know,” she finally relents. “You would think the girl would have tried to stop Jongin from murdering her boyfriend, but in all the reports I’ve read, she simply stayed on the porch, albeit she was screaming the whole time, but she never intervened.”

“Well,” I venture, pursing my lips as my mind ran through all the information I had about the case. Most of it was secondhand from Isabella, but some of it I gathered from my own bored investigations late in the night when I couldn’t sleep. Most of the reports I read were about Jongin and not the ex-girlfriend, but I did read one or two that talked about their relationship. From what I knew, they lived quite happily together until the breakup. “Maybe she was too scared to try and stop him. I mean he was stabbing the guy.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Isabella groans and sits up straight. “What I don’t get is why she had a mental breakdown and is being kept in a padded cell up at the Incheon Mental Institute.” Ah, another piece of the puzzle. There are a few mental hospitals around Seoul, but Incheon Mental Institute was special. Only the most violent or most broken people end up there. It was rare to hear of people coming out of there rehabilitated. If you got sent to Incheon, you were in there for the long haul.

“Okay, well, what if,” I pause to wag a finger at her and wink, which makes her grin slightly, “And it’s a big what if. What if she and Loverboy weren’t doing so well. From everything I know about her, which could be completely off base, she doesn’t have a lot of family around here. She’s from Busan, right?” Isabella nods. “What if the only person she felt she could turn to in a time of crisis was Jongin?”

Isabella sits a little straighter and starts patting her thigh excitedly, “Yes! And then whatever the problem was, it caused Jongin to snap and attack the boyfriend! Now that makes a hell of a lot more sense than him just randomly walking up to the guy and stabbing him forty-seven times.”

“Forty-seven,” I whistle lowly, “Yikes! But that might also prove the theory correct. That’s a lot of stabbing and you usually never find that in stranger encounters. That kind of rage usually comes from a very personal place in the mind.”

“True!” Isabella chirps, snapping her fingers and leaping to her feet. I watch in amusement and she runs down the hall to her bedroom. “I have to write this down! I can ask him subtly about it and see how he reacts!” she calls back to me. Her voice is slightly muffled by the walls between us, but her enthusiasm was blatantly clear.

Well, I think to myself, At least one of us might make some headway.

The next morning, I’m standing in the same hallway I was yesterday, a file tucked under one arm and my bag under the other. Junyoung is being patted down one last time before we’re allowed inside the room. I can see it’s empty from where I’m standing, the little windows against the other wall shut tightly. Today it was gray outside, the dark clouds looming overhead promising rain by day’s end. It seemed fitting considering NPA found yet another body. This time it was a young girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, and just like the others, she had been sloppily handled. Yet, there was no DNA, no evidence to point any of us towards the actual killer. I had only ever seen a cadaver in the morgue, but those were planned school trips and those bodies were usually people who died in less violent ways. I was surprised when the Chief had called me to join the team at the crime scene.

“Hello?” I mumbled into the receiver. Groggily, I leaned up to glance at my alarm clock across the room. The numbers 4:34 A.M. were glaring back at me through the dark. It was way too early to be getting calls.

“y/n-ssi,” the person replies instantly. I sit straight up in bed quickly the second I place that voice.

“Chief!”

“I know it’s early, but if you’re going to be a part of this team for this investigation, I want you to get the whole experience,” he said. I knew something was wrong. There was this edge to his tone that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention. The man on the other end lets out a haggard sigh and continues, “There’s another body.”

I arrived at the park he directed me to nearly fifteen minutes later.

“There you are!” Jihun, one of the senior detectives on my team greeted me. He jogged over to where a few officers were keeping me from entering the crime scene. “She’s with us guys,” he told them as he grabbed the yellow tape and lifted it high enough for me to skirt under. I didn’t miss the baffled expressions on the officer’s faces. It wasn’t so long ago that people used to think I was older than I actually was. It’s amazing how the tables have turned. Jihun lead me down a winding path towards an open playground. I didn’t have to ask where the body was. Just like all the others, she was left in plain sight, sitting on one of the swings, bent forward with her chin touching her chest and her arms dangling beside her.

“It’s crazy that she looks like she could get up and walk home from back here,” I commented as we neared the body.

Jihun nodded gravely. “If only that were true, kiddo. If only.”

“Ah! Our favorite intern!” a middle aged man chirped from where he was squatting in front of the body. His smile was enormous and the dimples only added to his charm. Kim Sungmin, the resident medical examiner.

“Good morning Kim Sungmin-ssi” I smiled back. It never failed to amaze me how the guy could smile so brightly in the presence of a dead person. The loss of life alone should have made that impossible, never mind her age. Still, it was Sungmin who put two and two together enough to get the task force on the copycat case.

“Is this your first time seeing a dead body, y/n-ssi?” he asked me pleasantly.

“First time seeing a body in general? No. First time seeing one in the field? Yes.”

The man nodded his head, his expression dimming. “Ah, we’ll understand if you...you know,” he trailed off.

I did know. Most people when they encounter their first body get physically sick. I had heard stories of some of the other interns dropping the program or asking for position transfer because of it before. Ironically, it’s a good way to weed out who can’t stomach the job. That being said, I wasn’t like the rest of them. While I found it sad to have lost a life, the bodies didn’t bother me, not even with the first corpse I ever laid eyes on, and that guy had some severe lacerations to the face from the car accident he died in.

“Do we know the cause of death yet?” I asked the examiner calmly as I stepped around to the front of the swing set to get a better view of our victim.

For a moment there was a pregnant pause. Sungmin, Jihun, and Junyoung all stared at me with slightly wide eyes, mouths just ever so slightly ajar. I suppose they were waiting for me to lose my breakfast or something. Fortunately for them, if I had been more on the squeamish side, I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. “Uhm,” Sungmin coughed and turned back to the body. “From my initial findings, I would say she was strangled.”

The other two men followed his lead and turned back to the matter at hand, though I could tell Junyoung wanted to talk about my lack of response. That didn’t surprise me either. Like I said, he’s number one in everything, that includes gossip. “That’s new,” Jihun muttered as he crossed his arms across his broad chest.

It was actually. The females were nearly always found with their necks broken. It was a quick death, unlike this one. When you strangle someone you feel the life leave their body. Sometimes killers choose this M.O. for the adrenalin rush, but more often than not it’s a spur of the moment choice--a very angry spur of the moment choice. That wasn’t the only difference, though. “What’s going on with her eyes?”

Junyoung looked back at me in confusion before turning back to the young girl and squatting down to peer up at her. “Yeah, Sungmin-seonbae-nim, why does it look like her eyes are sunken in?”

“Ah,” Sungmin said, pointer finger waving in the air as if he suddenly remembered he left that little fact out, “That would be because she doesn’t have any eyeballs.” As he said this, the man used his fingers to open her empty sockets. Junyoung fell back on his butt with a cry of surprise and scuttled backward. Even I cringed. That was pretty gnarly.

“This guy took her eyes?”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus,” Jihun rasped. His face was pale and the hand that covered his mouth shook just a tad. I could guess what had our team leader so horrified. At home, all tucked away in the warmth of her bed, was his fifteen-year-old daughter, Yuna. She was his whole world. When he wasn’t taking down bad guys, he was bragging about his ‘little girl’. This had to be hard for him to see.

“Why take her eyes?” I questioned aloud. “This seems extremely personal. Do we know who she is?”

Sungmin shook his head sadly. “No, there’s no identification on her. I’ll have to take her back to the lab and see if I can’t run her finger prints through our system.”

“Let us know if you find anything. I think she could be a key piece to this puzzle,” I told him thoughtfully.

Junyoung smirked at me and gave me a light shove to the shoulder. “Look at you, sounding all official,.”

I rolled my eyes but smirked back at him. “Like I said, this was extremely personal. None of our other victims suffered injuries like this. It seems weird. Maybe it’s nothing, but,” I paused to look at the girl again.

“You think if we can identify her, she might lead us in the direction of our copycat killer,” Jihun finished for me.

“Maybe.”

Even hours later, I still couldn’t get the image of her out of my brain. I might not get sick over the sight of dead bodies, but their image stays with me like a brand stays with cattle, seared into their skin. If this was our guy, he was escalating, which could potentially mean the pace at which he goes through his victims could increase. Of course, that also put him in danger of being caught, too, but I didn’t want to think that we’d find him because of that. It would mean finding him at the expense of another life. Still, the more I think about our new victim, the less things added up.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Junyoung asks me as we pause in front of the door to the interrogation room.

“Yeah,” I nod. “I just can’t stop thinking about that girl from this morning. The possibility that he took her eyes while she was still alive is crazy to think about.”

Junyoung pushes the door open and holds it for me to enter ahead of him. I thank him as I slide past. “I get that,” he says in a sympathetic tone, something that is rare to hear from him. “But I think there’s more to it than that. You’ve had this look on your face since we left the crime scene.”

Huh, I didn’t realize I was making a face. Either that or he’s more perceptive than he looks. Instead of fighting him on it, I say, “I guess I’m questioning whether or not this is really our guy.”

“How could it not be?” he scoffs, eyeing me like I’ve lost my mind. It certainly feels like at times. “She was left in an obvious area, completely void of any blood spatter and evidence.”

“I know,” I sigh, pulling out the chair I sat in yesterday and plopping down tiredly. “I know, but there’s still the fact that this attack was so much more personal. I mean, it stands to reason my other theory could be right and she was someone he knew, but there’s something about this in particular victim that just doesn’t sit right with me. It’s like a statement or something.”

Junyoung stares at me for a few seconds quietly. I can tell he’s thinking my theories over in his head, tugging and pulling at them and trying to mash them into boxes that make sense. But that’s the thing! Nothing about the murders we are looking into make sense, this last victim even less so. “Maybe you’re right,” he finally says, though his face tells me he doesn’t really believe it. I could understand. The possibility of there being a second killer out there copying Kyungsoo or copying the copycat was beyond imagining. We didn’t need more on our plates.

The two of us go over our combined notes of the case while we wait for the prison guards to bring Kyungsoo to us. When the door does finally open, Junyoung visibly tenses. His last encounter with the prisoner was less than forthcoming. Kyungsoo’s parting words come to mind as I watch the two men stare each other down, one in amusement and the other in something close to disgust. If anything, the day was promising to be interesting at the very least.

“Good morning, Kyungsoo-ssi,” I greeted the young man as he took his seat across from us.

He finally slides his eyes away from Junyoung and offers me a slightly wider smile. “Good morning, Ms. l/n ,” he replies softly, gaze slipping back towards Junyoung. “Detective.”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries shall we?” Junyoung growls. He turns the open file in front of us around and slides it towards the inmate before jabbing his finger in the middle of the page to the right. “You said you would help us catch this son of a bitch, so I need you to cooperate.”

Kyungsoo doesn’t look down at the file in front of him. Instead, he leans back in his chair and cocks his head to the side as he stares Junyoung down. “You seem more agitated today than you were yesterday. Did something happen, Detective?”

Junyoung bristles, the tips of his ears turning slightly red with irritation. This was exactly why I didn’t want him working directly with Kyungsoo. He’s hot headed and quick to temper. Neither trait helps in any situation, never mind this one. Instead, I try to steer Kyungsoo’s attention to me. “Another body was found early this morning.” When Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything nor take his eyes off Junyoung I continue, “She was about sixteen or seventeen, strangled, eyes removed, and left sitting on a swing set in a local park.”

At this Kyungsoo’s eyes drift slightly down in thought before rising again and meeting mine. “And you think our mutual friend did this?”

“We do,” Junyoung replies tersely.

Kyungsoo’s dark gaze continue to wander over my face before he finally says with surety, “Not you, though.”

“Not me, no,” I agree with him.

“Why not?” It was hard to tell if he actually cared why or if he just wanted a glimpse inside my head. The latter was a little disconcerting, but hardly unusual. For as much as I was studying him, Do Kyungsoo was studying me. It’s like a race to see who can get to the finished line first. Of course, I had no idea what was at the end of this race, or if I really wanted to know that much about the man sitting across from me. ‘I don’t have much of a choice’, I muse to myself. The whole point of the assignment is to learn as much as possible about our assigned criminal. We’re supposed to know them better than we know ourselves. Somehow I feel like that’s going to be easier said than done.

“It’s too personal.”

Kyungsoo blinks his big doe eyes at me and hums before finally looking down at the file in front of him. He skims the document for moment or two and then peers over at the next page. “Your case seems a little lacking, Detective,” he coolly addresses my partner, reaching up with his cuffed hands to peel back pages on either side.

“Why do you think we’re here?” Junyoung snaps, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes like a petulant child. Most of the time I think that’s exactly what he is.

“If you wanted my help,” Kyungsoo drawls in a bored tone, “Then you would have brought the whole file.” Junyoung freezes, shoulders tense and mouth open. He turns and looks at me in shock, but I merely shrug at him. The man scowls and leans back in his chair with a huff. I don’t know why he’s so surprised. I told him it wasn’t a good idea. I told him Kyungsoo was too smart to be fooled by something as simple as that, but of course, he didn’t listen to me. The file we brought in is a skeleton file, one that has just enough information to cover the basics of our case. “I need to see everything you have to be of any real help,” Kyungsoo adds, a little smirk pulling at his plump lips.

“Everything we have would require bringing you to the precinct, Do-ssi,” Junyoung scoffs. I want to sigh, really I do. I’m not even slightly surprised that Junyoung has settled for ‘Do-ssi’ when addressing Kyungsoo, but it still plucks a nerve at his audacity. It’s not like I’m placing Kyungsoo on a high pedestal or anything, it’s just that the tensions between the two men are high enough. I don’t need Junyoung being a class A jerkface to a man that wants to test his whole ‘killing someone without actually touching them’ theory.

If he was hoping for a reaction out of Kyungsoo, he doesn’t get one. The younger male simply simpers and shrugs his broad shoulders. “If you have to,” he smirks.

It would be risky to transport Kyungsoo back forth between the prison and the precinct. What with his exceptional police-evading skills and his brilliant brain, the possibilities of his escape are almost infinite. There are so many ways a simple transfer can go wrong, but the trade off if it went right? The task force would have invaluable information to help with the case--to help catch a killer before any more bodies dropped. That seemed like a pretty good trade off. Of course, that’s assuming things go to plan and he doesn’t escape.

“We can’t promise anything,” I cut in before Junyoung can retort, making the man look at me like I had grown three extra heads. “We’ll have to check with the Chief before any decision is made. That being said, Kyungsoo-ssi, even if the Chief agrees to such an arrangement, you wouldn’t be able to wander anywhere. You would be under heavy surveillance. The only difference between here and the precinct would be the officers acting as the bars to your cell.”

He regards me for a moment or two before nodding his head. “Can’t have me wandering now can we?”

“No, for everyone’s safety, including yours, we really can’t,” I easily reply.

There’s an odd look his eyes as the three of us sit in silence. He’s calculating something in that noggin of his. I can practically see the cogs turning from where I sit. Even so, it makes me a little uneasy. Kyungsoo is the type to be five or six steps ahead of everyone else. That’s why the NPA was never able to pin him for the murders. It also meant that when dealing with him, he would try to weasel in things, ultimatums to benefit himself in some way. The worst part is not knowing if he already has you in his complicated spider web. That’s why Junyoung isn’t good for this case. He can’t see past the cards set in front him enough to grasp the game as a whole. You have to be able to keep track of your hand and the moves you need to win AND predict your opponent's next move. It’s a chess match for sure, just more deadly than one that takes place on a board in a brightly lit park. Here there are no boundaries, no real rules to abide by, and certainly no one but yourself to keep proper score.

Junyoung’s jacket pocket starts ringing, effectively breaking the strange spell that had fallen over us. Kyungsoo shifts his gaze downward and towards the skeleton file once again, scanning the information for the second time. “It’s Sungmin-seonbae,” he tells me as he rises from his chair. “He probably has something for us. See if you can get anything out of this guy, will you?” he commands as he answers the phone and walks out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him with a snap.

“Do you have any images of the scene from this morning, Ms. l/n,” Kyungsoo inquires.

Reaching into my bag I pull out my work phone and quickly brought up the pictures in my gallery. “Yes, start here and swipe left.” The male does as I say, pausing on some images longer than others, enlarging some or simply skipping over others. When he reaches the end, he slides the device over to me, a furrow in his brow that has me wondering what’s going on his mind. I don’t have to wait long before he starts speaking.

“I agree with you, Ms. l/n,” he states confidently. “This is not your guy. You have a copycat of a copycat.”

Somehow hearing Kyungsoo affirm my thoughts makes me feel validated. I suppose that sounds weird, but if anyone would be able to spot the differences between his work, the work of the first copycat, and this one, it was definitely Do Kyungsoo. Even so, I still ask, “What makes you so certain?”

“The pictures you showed me the last time we were here,” he gestures towards my phone. “They lack the overly emotional aspects of your victim from this morning.” Which is exactly what I thought myself. “It’s also too sloppy.”

“Too sloppy?”

He gestures towards the phone once again and I slide it back toward him. One of his long fingers swipes through the pictures until he finds the one he’s looking for. With his pointer finger and thumb, he zooms in on one of the hands of our victim. “Take a closer look at her wrist, Ms. l/n.”

At first, I don’t see anything, just pale skin that’s slightly blue and a few bracelets. However, the more I stare at her bracelets, the more it finally registers that there’s something behind them. Ink from a tattoo. “She has something...a word maybe...tattooed to her wrist,” I murmur to myself.

“That’s right,” Kyungsoo says. “Do you know why that’s significant?”

Going over all the details of the victims in the past, I realize none of them had tattoos. Of all the people who could have been grabbed, none of the bodies NPA had found ever had tattoos, not even Kyungsoo’s victims. For a moment I consider maybe it’s because of the heavy restrictions on tattoos and tattoo artists in Korea, but it doesn’t seem right to me. He called it too sloppy, which means that he doesn’t regard tattoos as a turn off for a possible victim. Then… “Because it was left behind?” I venture a guess.

“Why?” he questions me again.

“Because tattoos are identifiers. Lots of John and Jane Does have been later identified by tattoos. Additionally, they are exceptionally helpful with identifying criminals, prisoners, or even gangs.” Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything this time around. Instead, he just sits there looking amused, a soft grin on his lips. It’s hard to tell whether or not he’s impressed or laughing at me, to be honest. I don’t let either option faze me, however. “So then this killer probably saw what was reported in the paper or on the news stations and attempted to duplicate the M.O. to throw off the investigators. However, he fell short on both accounts simply because of the amount of rage he poured into the killing. That makes sense with what I was thinking earlier.”

“Seems to be a lot of that going around these days, no?” Kyungsoo comments lightly. It was odd for sure. I’ve heard of copycats, almost everyone has. There have been plenty of copycat murders and crimes throughout modern history, but to have a copycat of a copycat? That’s odd. I suppose, though, that it’s not completely unheard of. It was bound to happen eventually, right?

Just as I was starting to answer him back, the door to the room opens and Junyoung waves me over. I excuse myself from the table and quickly follow the tall male out of the room. “What’s wrong?” I ask the second the door is shut.

“Sungmin-seonbae finished his autopsy of the latest victim. You were right,” Junyoung sighed, running a hand through his thick mane of hair. It flops right back into place, something I was incredibly jealous of.

“About what?”

“About this being a different killer,” he replied tiredly. The man leans against the wall to my right heavily, brows furrowed and a deep frown marring his usually cocky expression. “Turns out the only thing that links the two cases together was that the killer wiped away all the physical evidence and placed the body in a well-trafficked area. When Sungmin-seonbae removed the clothing he discovered stab wounds all over her chest and stomach. He said there was something like twenty or twenty-five of them.”

“He stabbed her and then strangled her?” I grimace. Talk about overkill.

“No,” Junyoung shakes his head, catching me by surprise. “He strangled her to death and then mutilated her body postmortem.”

“So he kills her with his bare hands and then stabs her dead body twenty-some odd times? I’m guessing the eyes were postmortem, too?” Junyoung simply nods. “What the hell did a sixteen or seventeen-year-old schoolgirl do to piss this guy off?” It’s crazy to think about. This girl was mutilated after she had died. It was more than just excessive, it was downright savage.

“I don’t know,” Junyoung mumbles back. “I got a call from the chief right after I hung up with Sungmin-seonbae, he wants to transfer the case to another department so we can stay on track. ‘No distractions’ were his exact words. I also mentioned bringing the prisoner to the precinct.”

“Wait, you did?” I ask, my jaw pretty much dropping. Wasn’t he against the idea? He did give me that ‘you’re nuts!’ look.

“Yeah, and the Chief agreed.”

Well, I’ll be damned.

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And at long last here it is! It’s been a hot minute for this story, hasn’t it? You might have noticed I changed the title a bit. I just didn’t feel the whole chronicles thing anymore. Also, please note that I am teaching myself Korean and I’m still very much a beginner. I’m trying to wrap my mind around the whole professional honorifics thing, but I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. If I’m not and you are fluent in Korean, please feel free to correct me! Constructive criticism is the best and I’m always up for learning something new! In any case, just like I promised @annakin14 here is the long awaited chapter! I am already working on the third, so please keep an eye out for that! I forgot how much I loved this story, honestly, so thank you for helping to remind me, dear! ♥

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just passing by to let you know that I'm SO ready for "Not Safe For My Heart", keep up the good work!

Awwww thank you! I’ve been sitting on this story for some time now, but I Minseok has come for my soul with this comeback. I hope you will stay to see how it all unravels! ♥♥♥

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Not Safe For My Heart [Part 1]

Chapter One:

Have you ever met someone and knew instinctively they were going to ruin your life? Where just looking at them you can see the impending doom looming closer and closer. I did the day I met him. He looked like trouble and he was, but he was also so damn charming. Charming, sweet, and handsome. He was the kind of handsome that made your insides shiver from nervousness and had you stuttering over yourself like a silly little middle school girl with a puppy dog crush.

I would have given him the world had he asked, but instead, he broke my heart. That lying, no good, cheating, asshole broke my heart and that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is, I let him. It wasn’t the first time he cheated on me. It was the fifth. It wasn’t the first time he degraded me. That happened every day since our second month together. It wasn’t his first time raising his voice nor his fist. Although he never actually hit me, I was always fixing a dent in my wall or cleaning up the mess from whatever broke this time. I let him treat me like crap. I let him walk all over me.

...I don’t even know why.

What I did know was the feeling of some random guy’s lips on my neck and his wandering hands that felt like heaven. The feeling of his want pressed up against my backside as he swayed us to the beat was enticing and the fuzzy warmth of alcohol running through my system was a welcome feeling. I didn’t care about propriety that night. I didn’t care at all about my resolve to never give myself to someone I didn’t know for sure I loved. I didn’t care if letting this random, handsome man’s hands wander and grope made me look like a slut or a whore. I just didn’t care.

I wanted to be loved even if it was just for one night.

A gasp escaped my lips as his fingers brushed just under my left breast and I felt him grin against my skin in response. “You wouldn’t happen to be here alone, would you?” his husky voice asked against my ear.

“And if I am?” I questioned him, “What would you do?”

His dark chuckle sent pleasant chills up my spine. Those large hands mapped my curves for what seemed the hundredth time that night, sliding seductively down my hips to the ends of my short dress, teasing the hem and the sensitive skin beneath. “Anything you want, princess.”

I lifted a hand to his cheek, my fingers admiring the sharp edges of his jaw appreciatively before threading into his thick black hair. Pulling him closer so our mouths were only centimeters apart, I whispered, “Make me forget.”

His lips met mine in a searing kiss as his well-sculpted arms wrapped tightly around my body, pulling me flush against him. “I can do that, sweetheart,” he murmured against my lips.

Everything after that was a blur of motion, heated kisses, wandering hands, and sinful pleasure. He was gentle but dominating. Loving, but fierce. It didn’t matter that this was my first time with a man. All that mattered were his hands on my body, his lips against mine, and the euphoric high he skyrocketed me towards over and over again. By the time he was done with me, I was spent. I was so tired and yet I felt so content. Whimpers left my lips at the feeling of a warm cloth gliding against my skin. I vaguely remembered his plush lips brushing mine as he whispered, “Shhh, sleep.”

And I did just that.

When I woke the next morning, I was sore. Probably more sore than I had been in a long time and, when I finally managed to pull myself up out of the coziness of the bed, I noticed how shaky my legs were. This was all so new to me. I’d only ever heard stories from co-workers or past friends, each telling me the best sex left you wrecked the next day. Being a virgin for as long as I had left me with very little to go on, but I ventured to guess they were right.

Images of the previous night’s events streamed through my mind at a million miles per hour. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust, and it left me blushing madly. I could still feel his lips if I closed my eyes and concentrated. Glancing behind me, I realize I was alone in the room. His side of the bed was cold to the touch and listening carefully lead me to believe I was completely alone in his home.

My clothes were folded thoughtfully and placed on the dresser across the room, and though it took me a few tries to get the strength up in my legs to get over there, I managed to get dressed in record time. Making my way down the hallway into the kitchen, I took a moment to really drink in the spacious apartment around me. It was spotless. I’m pretty sure you would be hard pressed to find a speck of dust anywhere. Despite everything being so meticulous, the apartment had a warm and welcoming feeling to it. I was slightly startled to find a note stuck to my purse on the gray granite countertop. ‘There’s breakfast in the microwave for you. You might have to heat it up a bit. Leave the dishes in the sink when you’re done.’

There was indeed a full breakfast plate in the microwave and I was more than mildly confused why he was being so kind. I appreciated it, but I was incredibly confused. I had never heard of a one night stand playing out like this. From the limited knowledge I had, once you woke up you simply dressed and left. Nevertheless, I was appreciative of his thoughtfulness and gratefully gobbled down the breakfast. Despite the note telling me not to worry about the dishes, I disregarded it and cleaned up my dishes, leaving them drying on the rack beside the sink. I found one last note posted to the front door on my way out letting me know about the key above the door jam. I locked up and left the building as quickly as possible. As I glanced at my watch, I nodded in satisfaction. My internal clock was quite prompt thankfully, and I still had time to run across town to my apartment and properly prepare myself for my work.

An hour and a half later I successfully arrived on time and settled into my desk with my cup of coffee. There was a new pile of documents sitting on my chair when I arrived, so I made short work of sorting through them and putting them in order of urgency.

“Good morning,” a voice called to me as they passed by my cubicle. I glance behind me to see Kyungsoo offering me a warm smile and wave as he settled down in his area next to mine.

“Morning, sunshine,” I grinned up at him.

Kyungsoo chuckled as he pulled out his laptop and set it up. “I see you don’t have any oatmeal again. Did you forget to bring it with you?” Ah, he knew me so well. Kyungsoo had experienced many a morning of my grumblings while I shifted around for some semblance of sustenance. After a while, he made a point to have something extra in his desk drawers for whenever I did forget my breakfast. Fortunately, this wasn’t one of those times.

“Nope, I actually already ate.”

Kyungsoo looked over at me with a baffled expression. “You have?” he asked, his doe eyes widening in shock.

I scoffed at him and pouted. “Is it that strange?”

“Uhm, yes,” he said with certainty, the perfectly arched eyebrow only adding clout to his statement. “You always eat here unless you forget to bring it with you.”

“Touche,” I shrugged, but then smiled up at him. “I got up a little earlier than usual.”

Kyungsoo’s expression screamed that he knew there was more to the story, but he didn’t push. We worked in silence for nearly twenty minutes before the front doors to our suite swung open and Chanyeol came bouncing in. I glanced at Kyungsoo and chuckled at his disgruntled expression. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Chanyeol, it was just that every time Chanyeol bounced anywhere there was usually a reason behind it. A reason he would either endlessly go on and on about or that we would find out later--usually when he pranked Kyungsoo. I was still mildly surprised that Chanyeol was still alive. Kyungsoo might be sweet natured and calm for the most part, but his wrath was legendary. Literally. Everyone in the building knew to not get on his bad side. There was nothing colder than the death stare Kyungsoo could muster up if you were on his shit list.

Just as Chanyeol plopped himself down across from Kyungsoo in his assigned cubicle, much to Kyungsoo’s chagrin, and opened his mouth excitedly, Kyungsoo leaped up from his seat and held his hand up to stop him. “I haven’t had enough coffee to deal with you yet,” he muttered and quickly escaped to the kitchenette in the back corner. Chanyeol deflated slightly and turned to me with an expression reminiscent of a kicked puppy.

“I haven’t even said anything yet…” he trailed off sadly.

I smiled at the young man and chuckled. “Oh, don’t mind him. You should know by now he just needs copious amounts of caffeine running through his system in the mornings. He just got in a little while ago.”

Chanyeol instantly brightened up. “I have information,” he practically gushed, a proud smirk stretching across his lips. I noticed the tips of his ears go slightly red as Kyungsoo slipped back into his seat and leveled the chipper male with a look that clearly portrayed his inner thoughts. “Oh, it’s not a prank or anything,” he quickly added, with a sheepish glance at the still disbelieving young man across from him.

“Go on, Chanyeol,” I called his attention back to me with an encouraging nod.

“I know who our new boss is going to be!”

“Seriously…?” Kyungsoo droned monotonously.

“Seriously?!” I grinned, leaning forward.

As Kyungsoo and I paused to look at each other, Chanyeol tried his best to decide whether or not to feel happy or put off by our simultaneous, albeit mixed reactions. “If he’s this excited, do you really think it’s a good thing?,” Kyungsoo deadpanned.

“Well, we don’t even know why he’s so excited,” I pointed out. “Chanyeol did know Jongin before he started and you two are practically besties.” Kyungsoo glared but didn’t protest. I winked at Chanyeol, who grinned back happily. “So who is it, Chanyeol?”

“He’s a good friend of Jongdae’s,” someone smoothly interjected, causing all three of us to turn once again towards the unit entrance. There stood our Department Head, Kim Junmyeon, looking just as dapper as always. Sometimes I question why he never became a model. The man was only a few years older than the rest of us and handsome as hell. He grinned at us and sauntered past us towards the empty office where our new manager would be. There wasn’t much in there other than a nice desk set up and a gorgeous view of the office courtyard from the wall of windows across from the doorway. “He will be starting two weeks from now. You should all get very excited,” Junmyeon smirked at us as he turned to lean against the doorframe. “He’s a great guy. Incredibly capable, intelligent, and he while he runs a tight ship, he’s open minded and compromising. He’ll be a perfect fit.”

“It sound’s like you know him as well,” Kyungsoo hummed, sipping on his coffee.

“I do, as does Yixing,” Junmyeon replied with a shrugged. “We all went to college together. He was a year ahead of us.”

“Do we get a name?” I asked curiously.

“Kim Minseok.” Everyone turned towards the doors as Jongdae came waltzing into the unit, his arms carrying several large pieces of machinery. Junmyeon and Chanyeol moved to help him set everything down on the back table. “He’s been my friend since high school and he was my roommate up until he moved to Shanghai a few years ago.”

“Shanghai?” I heard Kyungsoo ask behind me.

Jongdae nodded as he took his seat across from me. “Yeah, we have some friends who live out there. They used to go to school here, which is how we met them.”

Junmyeon nodded, leaning his arms on the top of the cubicle wall and added, “Yixing actually introduced all of us. Three of them started a company together out there and they offered Minseok a temporary job with them to help get them started. Of course, that turned into a long-temporary job,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I mentioned our open position in passing about a month ago and he applied. Said it was time to come back home.”

I laughed and gave Junmyeon a sideways look. I knew the man a bit too well to believe he just “mentioned” the position on a whim. “In passing or more like a not-so-subtle nudge?”

The older male burst out laughing and just shrugged coyly. Jongdae scoffed up at the man. “Definitely not subtle, because the way that Minseok phrased it was ‘Junmyeon asked me to come work for him, so I said yes’.”

Junmyeon turned on his heels and headed for the door, glancing back at us with a wink and a smirk. “What can I say? I know talent when I see it, so why let a golden opportunity pass?” We all just chuckled and watched the man disappear down the hallway towards Yixing’s office.

As the morning continued to pass by and the four of us powered through endless heaps of paperwork, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to this Kim Minseok person. I’d been working for the company for nearly three and a half years and we had never been able to keep a unit manager longer than a few months at best. Kyungsoo once said that position had to be cursed or something. Since I had come on there had only been one good manager, but he left after only four months due to a family tragedy. We had all hoped he would come back, but he never did. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have Jongdae in our department. The guy had the brilliant idea to have one of the IT guys stationed permanently in our department, doubling as a data analyst. Honestly, everyone was relieved. It meant less running back and forth to the IT department. The work we did was highly confidential, which meant every time we needed our data analyzed we had to compile and sort it into zip files and then transfer it over to an encrypted flash drive before we could run the stupid thing over to IT.

Not that IT wasn’t great or anything. In fact it was filled with a bunch of hot tech guys. There was Byun Baekhyun, Oh Sehun, Kim Jongin and their insanely hot department head, Zhang Yixing.

“We’ll see how long this one lasts,” Kyungsoo shrugged, turning his attention back to his computer screen indifferently.

Jongdae huffed, a large pout taking over his lips as he glared at Kyungsoo. “He’s not like the others!” he grumbled defensively. “You’ll see.”

Indeed we would.

Two weeks flew by. There was so much work to do, I hardly had time to think about anything other than the massive piles of paperwork that never seemed to disappear or lessen. Of course, when I went home at night that was an entirely different story. Despite our encounter being two weeks ago, every time I closed my eyes I could feel his touch, smell him, hear his voice in my head. His face never left my mind and as pathetic as it sounded I found myself looking for him in every guy I passed on the street or in the market. It was almost maddening. The town I lived in was small. Not so small that you would know everyone’s name, but small enough to see the same faces on a near daily basis. Of course, this also meant the chance of running into my ex, but I decided I would cross that bridge when I reached it.

I hadn’t spoken to him since I ended our relationship and had a one night stand that apparently I would never forget. As wonderful as the night had been, when I returned home from work the following day, I was immediately reminded of why I had left the previous night. It took me over an hour to pick up the mess that was my apartment, lamenting the irreversible damage to several pieces of decor. I only kept one of them, a mermaid clutching her tail and resting her head against it. It was a beautiful piece and something my mother had given me before I moved to Korea. The statue had split in two, effectively decapitating her, but I managed to sit the pieces just right so they leaned against one another. You could tell it was broken, but I didn’t care. It served as a reminder to myself not to take that asshole back. Maybe he was right and I wouldn’t find anyone better than him, but that didn’t mean I had to be with him either.

Kyungsoo had been such a sweetheart, coming over after I told him about the breakup and helping me remove all traces of my ex from my apartment. He called Jongdae, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol to help him rearrange my apartment. I told them it wasn’t necessary, but all four of them insisted that after a bad breakup change was refreshing and a good way to start from scratch. One of them must have blabbed to Junmyeon because I also ended up with fresh decor as well. “If you’re going to switch the furniture around then you have to change your theme as well,” he had said when I asked what he was doing at my apartment last weekend. The man had entirely too much money considering all the stuff he ended up buying, though Yixing ensured me he had kept Junmyeon from going nuts. I was grateful to them all honestly. Our office was a small operation made up of the ten of us (if you include the incoming unit manager). We were pretty much family. I had thought it was weird that I was the only girl in the office, but the guys always reassured me there were a few positions open in IT that were waiting for the, and I quote, “perfect nerdy girls” to fill them. We were more family than coworkers, spending as much time with each other outside of work as we did in the office. Even Jongin and Sehun had shown up a few time already to drag me out of the house. They both had dogs, so we frequented the dog parks together often. “Nothing cures a broken heart like the unconditional love of a dog,” Jongin said as he practically shoved one of his dogs into my arms. Truly, I was grateful to them all.

The day our manager arrived I woke up with an odd feeling in my stomach. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just odd. Of course, I had brushed it off as remnants from the un-pure dream I had just experienced for the umpteenth time since my one night stand. When I got to work, Kyungsoo already had a steaming cup of coffee sitting on my desk and my oatmeal already made.

“Special occasion, Sunshine?” I grinned at the male.

He grinned back and shrugged, “I saw you coming in from the window, so I figured if I was going into the kitchen I’d just make your breakfast for you.”

“Aww,” I cooed, hugging him, making him squirm and sigh. “Aren’t you just the bestest cubi-mate ever!”

Kyungsoo scoffed as he finally managed to pry my arms off of him and leveled me with an amused expression. “Don’t get used to it.”

Chanyeol and Jongdae entered together about fifteen minutes later chatting in hushed tones and sneaking glances at me, twin smirks pulling at their lips. I glanced at Kyungsoo for answers, but he gave me an equally confused expression. We watched as the two sauntered over to their desks, still giving me their weird ‘we know something you don’t’ look. I only started to get worried when those looks melted into shit eating grins. “Oh my god,” I groaned looking around my desk and pushing away from it hurriedly. “What did you two do? Kyung, is there something under my chair?”

Kyungsoo’s chair rolled back and I watched him lean over, sharp eyes inspecting the underside of my chair. “No, I don’t see anything and I didn’t notice anything different about your space when I got in this morning.”

Even with his reassurance, I didn’t feel any safer, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Chanyeol was snickering behind his hand at this point, barely containing his amusement, while Jongdae just motioned for me to come closer. When I only narrowed my eyes at the male, he rolled his and sighed. “We haven’t played a prank on you. It’s not even your turn yet.”

“Wow, cuz that makes me feel so much better,” I droned, but rolled forward nonetheless.

Jongdae’s grin was downright evil by the time I reached my desk once more. He leaned as far forward as he could, dropping his voice into a low whisper. “You’re in trouble.”

I scrunched my eyebrows together and shot a glance at Kyungsoo, who shrugged. Very helpful, Kyung, I thought. “What do you mean?”

Chanyeol let out a bark of laughter, startling all of us into looking at him like he’d lost his damn mind. “You really don’t know! This is going to be great!”

“What are you talking about? What the hell did I do?” I questioned them exasperatedly, which only made them cackle wickedly. Before either of them could answer, or really before I could strangle the answer out of them, we heard the door to the office open. The four of us turned to see Junmyeon strutting into the office proudly.

“Ah! Everyone is here, fantastic!” he practically gushed with excitement. It was amusing, to say the least. With a clap of his hands, he announced, “I would like to introduce your new manager, Kim Minseok.” Everything seemed to happen in slow motion at that point. In walked a man who looked like he had been sculpted from granite, a masterpiece from God himself. Only I knew that face. I knew those shoulders, those hands, I knew what his hard chest felt like and I knew how sinful those thick thighs of his were. His sharp eyes swept over the room before they locked with mine and I knew he knew, too.

Holy…

….shit….

…. I slept with my boss.

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Astral--Part 3

gif credits to xehun

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2

Part 3

You know that look your parents gave you as a child when you did something really stupid and they don’t have to verbally say just how stupid it was because their faces say it all? Yeah...that was Dr. Zhang, or Yixing as Sehun had called him. I don’t remember passing out in the park, but when I woke up I was in my bed with a nervous Sehun pacing at the foot of it and an annoyed Dr. Zhang sitting patiently off to the side with his arms crossed. The moment my eyes opened I was greeted with that expression. “y/n,” he greeted me lowly.

I winced at his tone. Would it be too much to roll over and pretend I was still asleep? Is that an option? Geez. I dropped his gaze and looked to Sehun, who had paused in his restlessness and was standing stock still, arms wrapped around his waist and eyes blown wide. His lower lip was red and looked a bit raw from him worrying it between his teeth, a habit I had tried numerous times to get him to stop. The boy wasn’t going to have a lip anymore if he kept it up. “y/n!” he murmured in surprise.

“You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep your face like that, kid,” I told him nonchalantly, my voice coming off weak even to my own ears. My heart broke a little when his lower lip started to quiver and he just dropped his body onto my bed. “I’m okay, Sehun,” I tried to reassure him, glancing at the still unamused man sitting beside me. “I’m sure if I wasn’t the good doctor here would have me back in the hospital.” Said doctor let out an annoyed huff, but nodded all the same. “Actually, I’m curious,” I paused blinking at my room in curiosity. “Why am I here and not the hospital?”

“I brought you here after you passed out and called Yixing,” Sehun explained. “He said it was fine.”

“Wait, you know each other?” I asked perplexed. Was the world even that small?

Yixing nodded and uncrossed his arms as he leaned forward. “We met some years ago now through mutual friends and hit it off. The rest is history as they say.”

I nodded slowly, still marveling at the coincidence. My grandmother would tell you there is no such thing as coincidence, only fate. I’m not sure how much stock I put in all that, but at the moment it wouldn’t have surprised me. “So,” I started unsurely, “What happened exactly?”

Yixing sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You fainted in the park. Sehun said you were talking one moment and then you “blanked” on him,” he replied, his long fingers making air quotes before dropping back into his lap.

That’s right. We were talking about what had happened...there was something I didn’t remember.

“Dr. Zhang,” I started, but the man huffed and interrupted swiftly.

“Just call me Yixing at this point. Now that I know you’re friends with Sehun, I expect we’ll be seeing more of each other from here on out,” he said with a light shrug, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Right,” I murmured to myself, “Yixing, then, I remember waking up that one time when you said you would get me warmed up, but while I was talking to Sehun, it sounds as though I woke up before that, too.”

Yixing nodded his head. “You did. A few times, actually. Never for long periods of time and there was usually some confusion that went along with it. Why bring this up?”

I knew I had to tell him about the weird voices in my head. It was going to make me sound like I was crazy, though. Hopefully, he wouldn’t try to lock me up in the looney bin. “Well, right before I passed out, I was hearing the same question Sehun asked, but with other people’s voices...like I had that conversation before, but I was only getting that fragment of it.”

Realization seemed to dawn on the doctor’s face before his features soften. “There were a few times where you woke up and were coherent enough to ask questions. Just like when you woke up this last time, you had no recollection of the evening’s events past a certain point. Every time someone asked you if you remembered where you were going when you got on the bus, you would have a meltdown and had to be sedated.”

A meltdown? Over such a simple question? It sounded so strange to me. Why would that question be the trigger? You would think the mention of the accident would trigger a meltdown. “Is that normal?” I asked him.

Yixing heaved a sigh and furrowed his brows in contemplation. “Maybe,” he relented after a minute or two of complete silence. “It’s hard to tell because of the extent of your injuries. It’s a miracle in itself that you survived at all. It could be that every time someone asks you where you were going that night your brain starts the process of stitching the night back together, which would inevitably lead back to the accident. It could be that your consciousness can’t handle the trauma you experienced and as a result is trying to protect you. That would be my best guess.”

“I didn’t even think about that,” Sehun murmured. The expression on his face was so heartbreaking. This guy was always so full of energy and even though he could be quite the smartass, he was also quite upbeat. Seeing him sitting at the end of my bed like a wilted flower made me feel guilty.

“It’s not your fault, Sehun,” I told him softly, reaching out a hand to him. The male didn’t hesitate to crawl up the bed and take my hand in his, holding it gently in his lap. “I just have to work through this.”

“I guess,” he sighed. I offered him a reassuring smile and squeezed his fingers in mine, making him smile back.

“It’s probably best to avoid the subject until you are fully recovered. You wouldn’t want to have another incident and hurt yourself further. Right now you are in a very fragile state, so I’m begging you to please be careful and not to over do it.”

“I promise,” I agreed. Yes, I wanted my freedom. Yes, I wanted some fresh air, but Yixing was right. If I did have another episode, I could end up far worse than I did this time. I needed to get better. If I had any hope of getting back to a normal routine, I had to be a good patient and follow his orders.

Yixing gave me a disbelieving look but relented. The doctor stood from his chair and pointed to the nightstand beside me where I finally noticed a new bottle of medication sat. “I filled a prescription for you to help with any residual headaches you will most likely suffer going forward.”

“That’s encouraging,” I interjected.

The man scoffed and gave me an amused smirk, “It’s to be expected. Take them twice a day, once with breakfast and the other with dinner. I want you to sleep the rest of your leave, understand?” He gave me a stern look, one I knew better than to contradict, so I simply nodded. “Good,” he nodded, “I better not be called out here again unless it’s for a friendly visit and I still expect you to show up for your appointment on the 15th. Don’t over do it at work either. Light duty, y/n, it says so on your return slip.”

“Okay, okay!” I whined, squirming under his intense glare. “I will be extra careful and take it easy! You won’t see me until the 15th! I promise!”

Although he seemed overly unconvinced, Yixing accepted my promise and left. I laid with my eyes closed until I heard the door open and shut again, signaling Sehun’s return from walking Yixing down to the parking lot. I could hear the hesitancy in his steps as he got closer to my room. I wasn’t sure what he was so nervous about, but I had questions that I needed him to answer for me. The squeaky board just inside my door squealed in protest as he stepped into the room. “Ah,” Sehun cringed, looking at me apologetically as my eyes slipped open again and found his frozen figure. “I should probably let you rest for a bit, yeah?”

I shook my head no and patted the spot he had previously been in before Yixing left. “Come sit with me a while. I’ve been alone all week practically. I need the company.”

“Moose would be so sad to hear you say that.”

“You’re hilarious,” I drawled, rolling my eyes.

Sehun laughed but obliged me nonetheless. We laid around for the next few hours just talking about this or that. Moose even joined us at some point, curling his little body up close to me. The sun had started to set before we came to a lull in our conversation. It wasn’t unpleasant, it never was. One of the many things I appreciated about Sehun’s and my relationship was the fact that we didn’t always have to fill the air with noise and words. We could just as easily sit next to each other and do our own thing. I trusted him, which is why I had to ask him about that night. He obviously knew where I was going that evening. I needed to know for myself, if for no other reason than to place a name with that voice, the one that seemed so familiar. I knew I was forgetting something very important and I wanted to know what it was.

“Where was I going?” I finally asked, my voice thick as the words slipped past my lips. If he was surprised by my asking, Sehun certainly didn’t show it. Instead, he blinked up at the ceiling a few more times before sighing and turning on his side to face me. I could see the hesitance in his eyes. After what happened earlier it was understandable, but I felt like there was more to it than that. “Please, Sehun, I need to know.”

He seemed to mull it over for another moment before letting out a long sigh and sitting up right. “You were on your way to meet Baekhyun for a date. He texted you while you out with Moose.”

“Baekhyun?” I murmured. He worked with Sehun and their other friend Chanyeol running a photography business. They did extremely well for themselves. I was a little jealous. But a date with Baekhyun? I was seeing him?

Sehun cringed a bit at my questioning tone. “Yeah,” he affirmed. “I set the two of you up a while ago. You’ve been on dates for the last month or so.”

“I’m dating Baekhyun?” This was all so much to take in. I sat up quickly, making Moose whine at the sudden change, but the little corgi settled his head in my lap and went back to sleep without much fuss. My hand ran over his soft coat, my mind whirling a million miles an hour. So the important thing I forgot in the park was that Baekhyun had texted me, which was the reason I was on the bus in the first place. I could understand not remembering the text, but forgetting my budding relationship with Baekhyun was something else entirely. “Why can’t I remember that? How could that whole piece of my life be missing?” my voice wavered as tears began to well up in my eyes.

“y/n,” Sehun whispered sadly. The taller male crawled closer and wrapped me up in a comforting embrace. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Sehun left shortly afterward. He promised to check up on me in the morning and made me swear I’d eating something and take my medicine before I hit the sack. Robotically, I did just that. The sandwich I made wasn’t as good as it usually was. The taste was off, but I knew it was because my mind was elsewhere. I had been dating Baekhyun. Goofy, smiley, charming Baekhyun. It seemed crazy. You would be hard pressed to find anyone who didn’t like Baekhyun. He was just one of those genuinely happy people, just like his best friend Chanyeol. Honestly, it was no surprise they were childhood friends. The two of them were practically twins in personality. I could tell you about the countless times they’d done something or reacted to something the exact same way at the exact same time. I suppose being best friends with someone for so long does that to you.

As I crawled into bed and settled down for the night, Moose happily snoring away on his pillow beside me, I couldn’t help but stare at my cellphone. It was sitting just within reaching distance. I hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out and snatching the device off the bedside table. Pulling up my contacts, it only took me a few seconds to find his name: ♥Baek♥.

Maybe it was the drugs in my system that made me hit the button or maybe it was my own morbid curiosity. The phone rang once...twice...and then:

“Hello?”

“Baekhyun.”

“...y/n!”

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Well, maybe Baekhyun wasn’t quite in this one, but he will definitely be making more than just a verbal appearance in the next one! Plus more surprises! I’m actually pretty excited because we’ll be introducing a pretty key element in the next chapter so stay tuned!!

#baekhyun scenario #exo scenarios #baekhyun scenarios #kpop scenarios #exo #baekhyun #jnseries

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