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itstheoneshot · 8 months

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Relief

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Summary: Although you don’t get involved in any of the real business, you serve a purpose to your gang leader husband that nobody else could.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral, Praise Kink, Mafia AU.

You feel bad for thinking it, but you like it when your husband has a bad day. Not because you want him to be miserable, not at all, but because of the way he treats you when that is the case.

He is a leader of one of the city's biggest gangs. Underground, but with power above ground, giving you a life of luxury. Cars, clothes, jewellery, and all he ever wants is for you to be happy, comfortable, and know that you are his number one, ride or die, the love of his life.

That is why you like it when a fight breaks out, or a deal falls through. You know that it will resolve, Chanyeol never lets anybody down, just like his father before him he is unstoppable and intelligent enough to fix any problem, but he always reacts the same way before a resolution is found.

He loves you. That is one thing that he feels he has complete control over, a situation that he can always predict and because he knows that he comes home to you after any shitty situation, the story repeats itself and you know exactly what to expect.

“Jagiya!” He calls out to you, and you hear the front door slam behind him, “Where are you?”

You don’t miss the trace of whining in his voice. You were expecting him, and aware of how today went down. He had been keeping you up to date, though without the finer details, as he likes to keep you separate because it’s safer that way, my love, you know it wasn’t good.

“Daddy!” You giggle, skipping down the marble staircase to greet him, watching his expression soften as you meet at the foot of the stairs, “I missed you.”

Chanyeol picks you up off the floor and you cross your ankles around his waist, kissing him all over his face before colliding your lips together. The kiss is deep and slow, passionate, a reminder to him that you are here and ready for him to relax and restore the sanity lost from today's earlier event. His hands settle on your ass to help keep you steady, and he steps back to press you up against the wall. It is hot and heavy so quickly, Chanyeol’s desire for you is insatiable, it has been this way ever since you met, only growing stronger as the years go by.

“I missed you too, baby,” He purrs, “I wanted nothing more than to come home to you all day, I’m so happy to be back.”

You never get enough of Chanyeol’s praises, loving the way that he always builds you up and makes you feel like the most important person in the world. You nuzzle your nose with his before kissing him again, moaning into his mouth as he grinds into you against the wall. You drag your nails up his back, tickling his neck and then tugging on his ears when you reach them, knowing full well that this makes him fold. Now it is his time to moan, and you are carried away from the wall and down the hallway towards the living room. Chanyeol tries to mix it up, taking you in every room in the house, and not always just the bedroom. It is fun, finding new positions and new things that you both like, keeping it fresh after all these years is so easy with him.

He stops at the sofa where he places you down, and he quickly begins to undress you. You playfully try to stop him, pushing him back with your feet, but this only makes it easier for him to pull your leggings down. You whine in want for him as he tugs his t-shirt up over his head, and he responds by moving forward to take your shirt off, too. He palms your breasts with one hand as the other unfastens your bra to take it off, and he kisses down your neck, your chest, now moving to kiss your breasts, nibbling softly on your sensitive buds, your back arches for him, begging for more.

When you are nice and marked up, he guides you to turn around, half hanging over the back of the couch, staring into the mirror on the wall behind it. Chanyeol looks insane behind you, fully taken over by desire as he catches you staring. He trails his fingers down your back to your panties before removing them too. You are now naked, and he is in only his underwear after he desperately pulls his jeans down, you can see how hard he is and you try to grind back into him, but he is not close enough. He leans down again to kiss the back of your neck, and you are transfixed as you watch his reflection, feeling the way he kisses each vertebrae as he moves down your back, past your waist, down to your ass. He moans against your skin as he kisses the plump flesh, and he guides you to spread your legs for him, which you do with no complaints, finally realising what he is going to do to you.

He finds the perfect position and wastes no time diving in, the feeling is electric as his tongue hits your clit. You push back into him, wanting more, chasing the pleasure he so effortlessly provides. He moans into you, the vibrations travel through your body and have you gasping for air. You aren’t sure whether you or Chanyeol are enjoying this more, but from the look on your face in the mirror in front of you, it is pretty clear that you are loving it. Chanyeol’s tongue presses easily between your folds, lapping up your juices, he is obsessed with the way that you taste. You feel goosebumps cover your skin as you ascend to your high, your legs begin to shake but Chanyeol holds them still, not letting you close them on his head like you are involuntarily threatening to do.

“Daddy,” You whimper, biting your lip to try and centre yourself, “Gonna cum, can I cum, pretty please?”

Chanyeol pulls away for only a second to utter his reply, “Cum for Daddy, baby girl.” before he moves back down, suckling on your clit to help you get there, thrusting into you with two fingers because Daddy always has to feel you sucking him in and then it happens.

Your orgasm is intense, your cries are loud but strangled, caught in your throat from the overwhelming pleasure. You can barely hear Chanyeol’s own moans over the sound of yours, he doesn't slow down until you try to clamber away from him, overstimulated but wanting more, wanting him to fill you up instead, knowing that he needs to get his fix too.

He retraces his steps, kissing up your back to your neck, his lips slicked with your arousal, he looks so hot when he leans back to take off his underwear. His cock is hard, red and leaky, but that won’t be for too long, as you push your ass out, wiggling it to tease him, and he resumes position behind you, guiding the tip to your oversensitive cunt. You cry out as he thrusts into you, not giving you any reprieve he fills you straight away. He stares at you in the mirror, his eyelids heavy, siren eyes while yours are more that of a doe, innocent and empty, lost and needing guidance, and that is what he is there for.

He thrusts into you fast, sweat beading on his brow bone, fingers tangled in your hair to keep you conscious, keep you watching the way that he fucks you in your reflection. This is hotter than you would have thought, watching him take you, feeling the way that his cock hits that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you, knowing the best positions to get you reeling.

“So perfect, baby,” He murmurs, “Look at you, so sexy, taking all of me.”

You admire the picture of you two, knowing that he is right. You two are the perfect match in appearance and personality, soulmates probably, definitely each other’s, other half. With a particularly hard thrust you cry out, tears pricking your eyes as the sensitivity begins to overwhelm you, and though you could tap out here, you are not sure whether Chanyeol is anywhere near done.

“Anything for you, Daddy,” You moan, using all your strength to push back into him, matching his rhythm because you can see how much this turns him on, “You feel so good inside me.”

It is unspoken, the fact that he takes you like this as a reprieve to recover from an awful day. You are sure that he knows that you know, but you never point it out, instead being warm and wet and ready to take him, pretending that it is only out of love, and not also because he needs to feel in control and in charge. You are willing and wanting, feeding into your praise kink, loving the way that he worships you and has to prove that he can do well, always getting you to orgasm as many times as he can.

You can barely hold yourself up now, slumped over the back of the sofa, as Chanyeol continues to fuck you, one hand in your hair, holding your head up so that you can watch, the other hand at your core, touching your clit in time with his thrusts into you. As one orgasm ends, another starts, you can barely breathe anymore and it feels so fucking incredible.

“Daddy’s gonna cum,” He growls, and you feel it, his movements faltering, “Fuck.”

He pulls out just in time, grabbing his cock and stroking only two more times before he releases in hot spurts all up your back, the feeling familiar, but strange every time. His breathing is heavy, and you admire the way his face contorts, overcome with pleasure and in pure bliss. He falls forward to kiss you, as both of you try to catch your breath, unmoving and not wanting to be anywhere else. You feel so lucky, to live the life that you do with the person that you do, enamoured and obsessed in exactly the same way that he is.

Chanyeol repositions you, he sits himself on the sofa and pulls you onto his lap with your knees either side of his hips. You feel his cum dripping down your back and it makes you shiver, but you are soon distracted as he guides your arms over his shoulders and pulls you in to kiss him again. He is insatiable, and you think that his day must have been worse than he had told you, but you are loving the attention too, it has been a few days since you have had this much from him, so you’ll take it.

“I love you,” He murmurs when he breaks for air, “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose, “I love you too.”

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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To Do List!

Requests Are: Closed!

🔞 = 18+ only, MDNI

Obey Me! Shall We Date?: 3

Demon Brothers: He thinks you’re cheating with Solomon but you’re just planning a surprise party for him

Demon Brothers: You’re an idol and they hear you sing for the first time

Dateables: You getting jealous of one of their fans and pulling him away protectively

ITZY: 2

You wiping off their kiss

Yuna: Surprising her and the girls with lunch at their dance practice

Red Velvet: 1

Meeting your friends for the first time

EXO: 7

Baekhyun: Heartbreaker!Baekhyun, Gang!au/ Mafia!au

You have a personality similar to D.O/ Sehun

Reaction to having a girlfriend who can’t tie her shoes

You’re their favorite western artist who says they were your inspiration

Sehun: Having a Short Girlfriend Headcanons

Chanyeol: Chen setting the two of you up on a date

Kai: (Etoile!Reader) Your relationship is fading out and he has to fight for you against another idol

ATEEZ: 1

Yeosang and San: You storm out after an argument and get into a car accident

Girls Generation: 7

🔞 Sooyoung and Tiffany: You moaning in their ear as a joke but it escalates

Them introducing you to the members for the first time

Sunny: you meet at an awards show and slowly fall for each other (fem!reader, idol!au)

Tiffany: her spending christmas with you and your family and proposing to you

🔞 Tiffany: another idol publically confesses to you making her jealous and possessive

🔞 Tiffany: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

🔞 Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sooyoung: Your first time having sex with them

G-Idle: 2

Miyeon: f!reader college!au

🔞 Yuqi: she gets turned on seeing you dance leading to sex w/ aftercare (m!reader, idol!au)

Cravity: 1

How they would treat their partner during a mental breakdown

BTS: 6

Unrequited Love Headcanons

Them getting jealous of you playing with a pet

How they act around their crush

Another member saying their crush’s name while they’re sleeping

Angsty Headcanons: They accuse you of only being with them to become famous and lose you

They take you out to dinner but you have to bring your nephew/niece along with you

Stray Kids: 2

You breaking down after someone calls you aggressive

Hyunjin: Tattoo Artist AU Full Scenario

Mamamoo: 1

🔞 Solar: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

Ouran High School Host Club: 1

Meeting the host club as Haruhi’s childhood friend

love, nana <3

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leeyanyanyaaan · 1 year

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About the Time and Memory Universe + Random Tidbits :)

About:

SO... this Time and Memory Universe of mine is just a self-indulgent, college, slice-of-life series that I do not plan on legitimately writing 💀

It may or may not also include time travelling and dystopian features... I'm yet to decide

Yes I know it has a lame ass name but I'm terrible at titles LMAO

It's more friendship-centred than romance, but all the characters are open-ended for ships :P

But yeah, there's no legit plotline. They're just struggling college students and a gang of friends :D it'd probably be an SMAU

They may be underdeveloped, but they are a work in progress!

PLEASE ask me questions about them (or literally any oc of mine) I'd be so happy to talk about them 😩🥺💕

The Full Cast:

Character Profiles pt 1 | pt 2

Education Majors

Cornelia Lee Anne Santos ('04) - Baby of the group, studying as an educator (unsure yet)

Joshua Jeongseok Lee ('03) - Friendly classmate, studying as an English language teacher

Angelina Mariel Bautista ('01) - Mom of the group, studying as a literature teacher

Samsul Hakim ('00) - Oldest, mentor, peacemaker, studying as a secondary teacher

Communication Majors

Jessica Jisoo Lee ('03) - Hangout planner, Big sis, studying as an advertising designer/event planner

Elijah James de la Cruz ('03) - Introvert adopter, chaos mood maker, studying as an interpreter and translator

Elena Mae de la Cruz ('03) - Keeps her brother in check, studying as a journalist

Design Majors and Others

Beatrice Abigail Mendoza ('04) - Childhood best friend, BFF, studying as a game designer

Kevin Shuchang Chen ('05) - The quiet but savage one, games 24/7, studying as a game developer

Yukiteru Sakimoto ('04) - Cafe worker, studying as an architect

Gabriel Zackary Santiago ('04) - family friend, coworker with Yuki, studying as an engineer

Supporting Characters (aka idk where to put them 🤡)

Daniel Chanyeol Yoon ('02) - Popular rich boy, studying business management

Seonghoon Kim ('03) - Tired of that guy above but his best friend, studying finance

Caleb Jayden Ramos ('04) - Childhood friends to strangers, studying construction

Vincent Nathan Steyn-Khan ('05) - Arrogant asshole classmate, studying engineering

Height Chart:

Now for some fun random stuff XD

The main gang's group chat (+Lee's contact names):

Barely Functioning Braincell Sharers™ (8)

Elijah (Eli)

Elena (Ate Ellie)

Jessica (Jessie Unnie)

Joshua (Josh)

Mariel (Ate Mari)

Samsul (Sam)

Kevin (Vin)

Lee

Headcanons

Ellie and Jessie first met being classmates since intermediate, bonding over having twin brothers. The brothers eventually meet too and the four have been pretty close ever since.

Eli met Kevin through being in a club together, and Eli being the extrovert, adopted the introvert.

Josh met Mari and Sam being in the same education course and often worked with them and they eventually joined the group.

Similarly, Josh meets Lee through the same process. Coincidentally, Lee caught Eli’s interest and he adopted the introvert too.

Eli and Ellie bicker the most and cause the most silly drama. Surprisingly, Kevin is one to start drama too. Eli tends to be the butt of the jokes. Mari and Sam are the parents of the group, and everyone babies Lee (and Kevin).

After hearing Lee call Ellie and Mari “Ate”, Jess insisted that Lee call her “Unnie” too

Lee bonds with the girl twins the most, talking about drawing, designing, writing, and music.

Karaoke, dancing, gaming, binging, and study sessions!

Kevin isn’t usually called by nickname, BUT, only Lee is allowed to call Kevin “Vin”.

Hogwarts!AU

Gryffindor

Elijah (H)

Elena (H)

Jessica (H)

Zack (H)

Caleb (S)

Hufflepuff

Joshua (G)

Mariel (R)

Samsul (R)

Beatrice (R)

Yuki (R)

Ravenclaw

Kevin (S)

Seonghoon (S)

Slytherin

Lee (R)

Daniel (G)

Nathan (G)

Podcast/SM!AU

BFBS have a podcast called “ChillPog” (Eli came up with the name, please think of something better.)

They started it during their first year of uni, when the gang got together. Lee and Kevin have become a new addition.

They all use online aliases, eg. Lee = leeyanyan

Their real names get used in the podcast most the time anyways.

Yes, they all have clips and compilations of each other from fans.

They just chill and chat, talk about anything and everything. They have game nights, karaoke sessions, study sessions and all sorts of things.

Kevin, Eli and Samsul are gamer streamers.

Jess, Mariel and Yuki are vloggers.

Ellie (often joined by Eli and Jess), Zack and Bea are cover artists.

Ellie is also a content creator, and is generally all-around.

Lee is an underground casual cover artist. She hasn't told anyone about it and doesn't plan to :)

They each all have their own fanbases, Lee’s growing after her involvement with ChillPog

They’re basically like DanPlan/Plan3

They also have a second account for when the group needs to split into two for 4-player games

Jess, Ellie and Lee are in charge of the visuals. Ellie, Eli and Kevin are in charge of editing. Everyone else helps plan and storyboard.

Zack, Yuki and Bea also occasionally appear on the podcast.

Daniel is a model, Seonghoon his assistant. He gets fawned over at campus most the time.

Caleb and Nathan are Instagram influencers

Their Usernames:

Eli (EliJ) - the chaotic butt of the jokes guy

Ellie (emmielina) - picks a fight/gets bothered by her brother the most

Jess (Jijisoo) - their lovely sun

Josh (joshualee) - voice of reason

Mariel (Mariella B.) - mom of the group

Samsul (Hakimsul) - tired dad leader of the group

Kevin (Shuunken) - savage bastard

Lee (leeyanyan) - gremlin baby

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dragonowl · 2 years

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Our Memories Carved into the Season

The Sky that Doesn’t End Series

Genre: EXO AU, High School

Rating: PG

Pairing: Chanyeol x Myeong-suk (OC)

Summary: In which a new girl comes to school. A new girl determined to be alone. That’s no problem for a happy virus though. Chanyeol has suddenly found a desire to make a deep connection with someone outside of his brothers, regardless of the trials presented.

First, Prev, AO3

Chapter: Fight!

Content warnings: kidnapping, violence/assault, manipulation, mind control

Emotions crashed against each other as Luhan read the name of the person calling him. The reason for so many of his current problems. Clenching his fist he answered the phone knowing that ignoring the caller would only make things even worse.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“Luhan, old pal,” the gang leader said in amusement. “You sound upset.”

“We won, my business with you has been resolved.” He was done playing this man’s games. “Now unless you have–”

The gang leader tsked his tongue. “And here I planned a get-together to celebrate our parting. Even invited that cute girlfriend of yours.”

“What? I don’t…” His heart sank in realization.

“Why don’t you say hello dear?” The man’s voice got farther away. There was a moment of silence before he started talking again. “Seems she’s a little shy around all my boys.”

“You expect me to believe she’s there with that?”

The man laughed. “You make a fair point. Still, don’t you think you should hurry? It can get a little boring here, but I don’t mind keeping her entertained if you make us wait too long.”

“Don’t touch me.” Came Irene’s voice through the line.

“Oh, so she is feisty.”

“Leave her alone,” Luhan snapped. “She has nothing to do with us.”

“She does now,” the man shot back. “You should have considered the consequences of trying to make a fool of me. I’ll give you thirty minutes to get here, alone. If we see any sign of your friends or the law, well, I’ll let you fill in the blank.”

The line went dead and Luhan took several deep breaths to calm himself before rushing out of the door.

~~~

Nothing was going according to plan anymore and Irene was racking her brain for a way to turn this problem to her favor. This gang was a group of simpletons and because they couldn’t leave well enough alone they could quite possibly undo all of her careful crafting if she didn’t use them just right.

Luhan groaned as he landed on the floor, his waning strength not doing much against them after the last fight. Either the guardian’s powers were completely nonfunctional or he was refusing to use them. Which wouldn’t be too much of a surprise after he put his own brother in the hospital.

Wait. That was it. If he were to hurt them again, or her…

Not only would it widen the gap between the brothers, but possibly completely destroy his confidence, which would allow her to step in and take over. She quickly slipped her cell away from the goon that was watching her and dialed Kai.

She’d only have to fake her tears a little while longer.

~~~

He needed to do something to get them out, or at least get her to safety, but his head was heavy and ringing. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. One of the men was holding onto Irene outside of the ring of men surrounding him and he could see the tears glistening down her face in the dim lighting. He reached with all his might for his brothers, pleading that they would hear him and come rescue her, but there was a wall, and no matter how hard he pushed he couldn’t break through it.

He tried to push up to his feet again, but a metal clang filled his ears as a bat made contact with his ribs and he rolled away. He raised his arm to block an oncoming shoe, but it never made contact and he dared to look up at the sudden relief. The men he could see were stepping away slowly and he could vaguely hear the leader’s voice. He shook his head, trying to clear the haze that was threatening to close in entirely. Voices were closer but muddled and hands wrapped around his arms, pulling him to sit up. He tried to shake them off until a familiar consciousness brushed his own.

“Luhan.” The voice was like static, but he blinked away what he could of the haze as a warmth spread slowly over him. “Come on Luhan. You need to snap out of it.” The voice was soft and gentle, and slowly, Lay’s face came into focus. “There you are. Come back to us, okay?”

“Lay?”

“Right here, Ge,” the healer said, rubbing the older man’s hand. “I’ve done what I can for now.”

“Are you up to finishing this fight?” He turned slowly to the voice of the one holding him up and was met with Suho’s worried gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he forced out. “I should have—”

“We can talk about it later,” Suho cut him off. “You good for now?”

The haze was nearly gone and the sounds of fighting were no longer filtered through a layer of cotton. He nodded his head and the other two helped him to his feet. “Let’s end this,” he said and the other two gave a nod, separating to take someone on. One of the men came at him and he dodged, pushing himself into the fray and looking for the leader as he took each member down.

“Yo! Pretty boy!” the leader called out, and Luhan turned to find the man holding onto Irene, another thug at her other side. A wave of anger washed over him seeing the men’s sneers and her fear. He could feel their emotions, their corruption, and he advanced with one thought in mind. He had to take them down. All of them. The red was washing into his vision and he growled as he advanced and grabbed the leader’s jacket. The shift in emotion to fear was palpable and the red wavered, halting the directory of his fist. Irene’s face became clear through the haze and his hand dropped slightly. He couldn’t let whatever had taken over before succeed a second time.

Her eyes widened at the change, flashing red and purple, and a staggering amount of anger wafted off of her. Confusion rushed through him. He opened his mouth to speak, but pain erupted across the back of his head and down his neck, halting his thoughts. He fell to his hands and knees, the sharp impact vibrating through his limbs as ringing filled his ears. He fought to stay awake, but all he could see was darkness.

~~~

“You will forget what you have seen. You will forget what you felt. Forget what you know,” Irene whispered as she pulled Luhan into her lap, opening a vile under his nose then pocketing it. She cried for the others to help as she forced tears to the surface.

Nothing had worked out according to plan.

~~~

Several voices called his name and he slowly blinked awake. The pressure that had been on his brain for days was gone and he could think clearly again, the voices of his brothers registering perfectly for the first time. When they came into focus, he smiled and several of them joined him. Irene looked down at him where he rested in her lap, her own eyes showing conflict as she gave a watery smile. He tried to reach out to his brothers’ to ease any concerns, but his powers refused to come to the surface, and he realized there was an emptiness he’d never felt before. His brothers were asking about him and patting and squeezing him reassuringly so he pushed away the concern for now. They would need to talk about it, but now was not the right time. He allowed Sehun to help him to his feet, and Xiumin wrapped an arm around him to help him along as they exited the warehouse.

“Stay with us tonight, okay?” Suho said, patting him on the shoulder.

Luhan looked over his shoulder and nodded. “I would really like that.”

He could hear some of the others behind them talking to Irene about how she was, but he quickly toned them out. He wanted to focus on his brothers for tonight. He needed that feeling of home. The others would make sure she was okay.

Chapter 14: The final chapter of part 1

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cherryeol04 · 6 months

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Looking for RP Partner

💖Intro💖

Hello wonderful people! 👋

I'm looking for some roleplay partners. I don't really have a limit on how many I want to take in or anything, so if you're interested, then let me know in the dms! But before you message me, please kindly read the following notes about me and what I'm looking for. Even if you don't meet all the criteria, I'm more than willing to give you a chance! Though age is a hard requirement that has to be met! Anything with a * next to it is a requirement I’m looking for in a partner.

Most, if not all roleplays will be NSFW

Yes, it'll have some spicy times in it, but it's mostly deemed NSFW because of the themes I like to write.

Dark themes, triggering situations, adult content - everything, of course, will be preplanned with long discussions of triggering topics, hard limits and such.

🔞 Partners must be at least 19+!🔞*

My style is 3rd pov, past tense.

I’m looking for someone who also does 3rd pov, past tense, but I will also accept present tense as well!

Semi to Literate*

I love long replies and I do enjoy giving them as well. However, I understand that sometimes you can't always give long responses, and that's okay too. I just ask no one-liners

Currently looking for MxM pairings and plots!*

I do not stick to one plot!

This just means I'm open to having more than one plot going with many different face claims. So if you would like to plot a pirate au with Hongjoong from Ateez and a wolf au with Chanyeol from EXO, I'm the person for you!

Currently there is no limit for the amount of plots I will do with one person.

I control more than one character

This is different from god-modding

This just means that in our plot, I can (and prefer) to control more than one character. So while my main face claim may be Chan from Stray Kids, I may also play Felix and Seungmin to add a little more substance and character development to the plot.

While I would like for you to also have more than one character, I don’t expect it of you if you’re not comfortable with it.

With regards to NPCs (the barista working at the café they visit, or the random people they meet along the way), either one of us can control them at any time as long as it’s to move the plot along.

Preferred platforms:

Line

Discord

As of right now, I think that's everything. Again, if you're interested, pm me! If you have any questions, also pm me!!

⚜ OC Information ⚜

Age: 25+

Time zone: -5 EST

Work Schedule: Mon-Fri 8-5

Replies may be sporadic throughout the week, with the majority of replies coming in the evening time.

Weekends will bring more replies, unless I have plans with friends/family or I’m on call for work

My face claims are never set. So if you're looking for a specific person, please review the list of face claims I rp and let me know. Otherwise I'll base my face claims on what the plot is.

❣ Preferred Plots, Themes & Genres ❣

Fantasy Au

Omegaverse AU / Wolf Au / ABO Au

Fluff, Romance, Humor

Horror

Dystopian AU

Post-Apocalyptic AU

Academy Au

Boss/Employee AU

College/University AU

Disney Movie AU

Mafia/Gang Au

Magic AU

Pirates AU

Royalty AU

Soulmate AU

Mythology

Tropes:

Arranged Marriage

Class Difference

Exes to Lovers

Fake/Pretend Relationships

First’s (date, kiss, ect.)

Forbidden Love

Male Pregnancy

Polyamory

String of Fate

💫 Face Claims 💫

*There is no specific faceclaim I want at the moment. Most of my face claims will be male. Looking for more Stray Kids plots!!!*** The 🌸 next to the name indicates my preferred face claim from that group.**

EXO

Chanyeol

Baekhyun🌸

Cen

Suho

Sehun

GOT7

Mark🌸

Yugyeom

Nu’est

Minhyun

Ren🌸

Stray Kids

Chan

Hyunjin

Jisung🌸

Seungmin

Minho

Vixx

N🌸

Hongbin

Hyuk

🖋 Writing Samples 🖋

OC Character - Kayden Park

Kayden was overjoyed. He hadn’t thought tulips would grow at this time of the year, but entering the garden he found a wide variety of them, pristine and in full bloom. They were the one flower that Kayden had really hoped would grow because after he read what their meanings were, he knew almost instantly who he wanted to give them to.

Specifically the red tulips.

Some might say he falls too easily and others might say he loves too hard. But in reality, Kayden couldn’t control who he was or how he felt about people. When he found someone he liked, he became attached to them, trying to be as close as possible while nurturing their growing relationship - whatever it might be. Even if that person got on his nerves all the time, or they ended up doing things that very honestly scared him, ending a relationship just wasn’t in Kayden’s vocabulary.

Red tulips symbolize true love, or a soulmate. Kayden had a specific person in mind and while he wouldn’t say it was true love - hell Atreyu could barely stand him in a good - he did think the other was his soulmate. Despite their ups and downs and the multitude of times he was locked out of the dorm and left to fend for himself for the night, Kayden knew that what he had with Atreyu was special - indescribable even.

And while he couldn’t find the words, he knew the flowers would do the best job. So after carefully plucking five of the tulips, he handed back inside and to his room where he had left his roommate. Atreyu had been in one of his moods again, refusing to speak to Kayden, so hopefully the flowers would double as something to cheer him up.

“Atreyu~!” he sang happily as he opened the door, hoping he hadn’t disturbed the other but knowing he probably did. He braced himself to be hit with a pillow or something, even a “go away” in his harsh and icy tone. But when he got no greeting in return, Kayden took a moment to actually look around the room.

It was empty.

And not just in a way that said Atreyu left to go mope somewhere. It was truly empty. The smile on his face slowly fell as he stepped into the room. His bed was made, but it lacked a lived-in feel - as if a maid had come in and just fixed the bed to make it look presentable. The nightstand next to the bed was barren, everything Atreyu had kept there gone.

Kayden didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his mind was already racing. He crossed the space quickly and yanked open the drawers. Barren. Turning, he moved to the closet next and opened it. Nothing. Everything that had belonged to Atreyu was gone.

He was gone.

As Kayden stood there, reality slowly came crashing down as he realized he was alone. No note. No text. No goodbye. He clenched the tulips tightly in his hand before releasing them and letting them drop to the floor.

Stupid.

He had been so stupid and this is what he got.

Silently, Kayden walked over to his bed and sat down on it gingerly, eyes staring blankly ahead.

Alone.

No matter what he did, he was always going to be alone.

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ABO AU - Chan, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin

Jisung laughed and nodded, pulling back some from the other. “Tonight…supposedly.” He said and shrugged. “But my body has been weird lately, so it may hold off another day. I hope it does cause I wanna be able to spend time with you. It’s been so long.”

Jisung had honestly missed the omega. He hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the night of the attack. The last thing Jisung could recall was rolling on top of Hyunjin to protect him from the blade before calling for help. Chan had told him already that if it weren’t for him, Hyunjin probably would have ended up dying.

So if that meant Jisung suffered from nightmares and a sore side (with a near death experience of his own), then so be it. It was worth it.

He grunted when Felix suddenly tackled them both, hugging them tightly. “Yeah! What Lixie said.” He said and whined. “Felix, my side.” He hissed softly.

Chan watched the three, smiling fondly. He walked over and patted Felix’s head gently. “Come in Lix, be careful with them.” He said gently. “They’re both still healing.”

Seungmin peeked his head out of the kitchen before hiding once more, afraid to face Hyunjin. He felt so guilty still for turning his back on the omega so fast. Things from that had been hectic, chaotic. Feelings were hurt, people were hurt and Seungmin may have chosen the wrong side.

He still fully believed how things were handled was inexcusable and that was mostly on Chan’s part but knowing the other was Hyunjin’s soulmate and seeing first hand what a soulmate bond looked like through Jisung and Minho, Seungmin sort of understood where everyone was coming from. It couldn’t be helped, the attraction.

He wanted to apologize for being such an ass but he was afraid Hyunjin wouldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to cause discourse in the pack because the others seemed so hellbent on getting Hyunjin in the pack and they were happy. He would be happy too, he just wasn’t sure if Hyunjin would be happy around him.

Meanwhile, Changbin made his exit from the kitchen and smiled. “We’ll looky here.” He called. “Chan really did bring us a present.” He teased.

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sweetjekyll · 4 years

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Your Gasoline Scent ─ Masterlist

pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader

genre: Need for Speed AU, Racer AU, Gang AU, car shop au, Romance, Angst rating: 18+ warnings: 18+, alcohol & drinking, smoking, mature language, smut, (maybe not so) slow burn, street racing. (Please read carefully the warning tags in the masterlist and those at the beginning of each new chapter to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.) word count: N/A

summary: He’s determined, stubborn and loyal, perhaps too immature at times, but when Oh Sehun is behind the wheel, he’s a street racer and a damn good one at that. The rush of adrenaline from when he’s racing is something that he cannot describe with words, the overwhelming sensation from crossing the finish line and everyone is cheering for your victory. Expensive cars, money, girls and the glory for being one of the best illegal street racers in Seoul… He had it all, but was it enough?

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fairyshuuu · 5 years

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wild valley pt8 | chanyeol

.summary. Park Chanyeol; sweat rolling down a naked back mixed with motor oil, you; white sugar sticking to your gums at sunset– ice cream flavored. Drugs, booze, money. He’s everything you’re not, the question is – for how long? .word count. 7k .mechanic!au | gang!au | car shop!au. .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. smut, fluff, romance

.warnings. mature language, sexual content, oral (for both), choking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, butt plug, multiple rounds .author’s note. finallyYYYY ♫ let me set the mood ♫

teaser. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6. part 7. (m) part 8. (m)

As the door falls into lock, the warmth of the room hits you. Though it would be possible that the heating has been on this entire time, you highly doubt it. Even with your exposed legs and arms, you’re filled with the feeling of heat, glowing around you and brushing over your chest. Chanyeol turns to look at you, his eyes tracing your shape as if he can see the sparks of radiance dropping from your skin and burning holes into the blue carpet under your feet. Maybe, if you wait long enough, they’ll come crawling back up between your toes and up your legs. Burning ashes that leave trails on your skin.

It would be appropriate, since you think of Chanyeol as a sun of his own. Since the first time you laid eyes upon him, his gravity pulled you along, like a giant magnet to drag you past time. Warm, and bright, life beaming from every seam. “Is— I didn’t know you lived this far from the garage,” you mumble, acutely aware of his gaze on the soft parts of your neck, where his marks are sure to lay like a landmap. “It’s pretty,” you nod, carefully brushing your fingertips over the records tossed messily on top of the table neighboring the door.

Chanyeol’s gaze shifts from your neck to look around the room, as if objectively observing it for the first time in a while. “You’re pretty,” he responds, and though you expect a grin to make it’s way to his lips at the comment, it doesn’t. “I don’t actually live here, though I might as well. This is -uhm- a place I was planning on buying, surprisingly. Not the whole house, just this room,” he corrects, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he follows your movements. “I didn’t end up buying it, but I did happen to befriend the owner. Now this is — my little haven, kind of.”

You swallow as you nod, looking at his pretty face from under your lashes. The knowledge of this little fact makes you feel electric inside, though it shouldn’t. It’s a dominating feeling, selfish at the touch, and despite this you ache for another glimpse as soon as it fades. “You took me, of all people, to your little haven?” you ask, as you saunter closer. Though you know what you want, and what you want to hear, it feels strange asking for it. Definitely now you’re not pressed deliriously close to his body, like you were mere minutes ago. Your question lingers in the silence for a long while, as Chanyeol seems to genuinely consider it.

With the relaxed slouch of his posture, he sighs. “Yeah, I guess so,” he says, big eyes finding yours. He seems to hesitate for a second, a flash of uncertainty meeting his features, one that you don’t know how to handle. Chanyeol has, for as little as you’ve really spent time with him, always seemed like an enigma. A confident one, always knowing the right words at the right time and though you wouldn’t hold it against him, he doesn’t seem much like a flawed human at the best of times. The things you said earlier are true. He’s infuriatingly hot, and not only on the outside.

If anything, his core seems to be the root of the warmth that he exudes, melting his study facade into something more malleable, something you feel comfortable holding onto. “Okay,” you respond, eyes finding the bumps of the blue carpet as a safety net.

“Come here,” Chanyeol calls, and you oblige gratefully. His larger hands gather yours, as he moves you to stand in between his legs. When you look up at him again, your belly drops. This feels too much, too close and so majorly unsafe that your heart stops beating for a little while. But just as soon, it flips into overdrive, leading you to transform the space between your bodies into just a sliver.

From his place on the edge of the bed, he places his large hands on your hips, bending you towards him more as his face moves to slot into the crook of your neck. It feels exposing, so much more in the bright lights of his room. Here he can see your every flush, hear your every stutter and though more public, you felt hidden pressed to the wall in the room downstairs. Chanyeol doesn’t seem to notice your doubts, and if he does he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he trails his lips down your collarbones, teasing you with nibbles and sharp sucks to the already sensitive parts of your neck, and even further down, marking your collarbones as his now too.

Your hands reach up to tangle in his white hair, as you lift your legs to rest them over his own, settling on his lap gratefully. “Chanyeol.” Your breathing is heavy, blood thick with the feeling of him around you. Chanyeol’s movements harden, sharpening under the softness of his skin and for this you are grateful, in a way. His softness, if anything but, is too velvety to be spent on someone like you. Too precious to be wasted on a person pressed to his body and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Chanyeol groans softly, as you dig your nails into his still clad back, though you long to rip it off already.

No, his softness shouldn’t be wasted on you. Though it’s been mere minutes since he’s had you shaking in his hands, he seems hungry again, aching to take his share. His right hand slips around the curve of your ass and under your body, middle finger tracing shapes over your damp panties, while you cock your head back to take in a breath. God, he feels so good, pressed around you. His kisses pause for a second to allow him a look into your eyes, dripping with darkness like that of the night. “Take your shirt off,” he rasps, to which you gratefully and eagerly oblige.

You pull your shirt overhead and your hair tie out to let your hair spill over your shoulders. Your shirt is flung somewhere on the bed, as Chanyeol’s hand continues the teasing touches of two fingers, so close yet way too far to be satisfying. His mouth comes down again to drag open mouth kisses all over your chest, free hand snapping your bra open smoothly. His lips are burning on your skin, breath hot as he kisses your breasts with a surprising tenderness. His free hand kneads one of your breasts, as the other slips under your panties and spreads your wetness around your bottom lips. All the while, his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking sharply as you grab desperately at his wide shoulders.

“Chanyeol,” you breathe, sounding ever so needy, “I wanna touch you too.” In response he bites down softly on your sensitive bud, and smiles. You just know he’s enjoying this way too much for his own good, having you a begging, blubbering mess in his hands. And though you’d love to disprove it, there’s nothing more you want right now than him, filling you to the brim. He rolls your other nipple in between his fingers, marking your chest as his domain, before pulling away from you with a pop. His hands drag down your body smoothly, brushing over your thighs and grabbing under your knees. When you catch his eyes, he smiles playfully, and peeks out his tongue to wet his lips.

“Give me a little while to taste you first,” he says as he flips you over and tosses you unceremoniously in the bed, “I’ve been waiting too long already.” You shuffle back until you’re comfortable, and watch as his shape stalks on the bed towards you, eyes bright but brows furrowed. His hands trail up the insides of your legs as he gets close, spreading your thighs for him. Once again tonight, you’re drenching your panties and clenching around nothing, at the full mercy of the white haired man on top of you.

He takes a little while to admire you, spread out on his blankets, before he hooks his finger around your panties and drags them down, forcing your legs closed to slide them off. It barely gives any friction at all, which is why you sigh in impatience, much to Chanyeol’s amusement. Again, he opens your legs, this time pushing his thumb over your core and dragging up to your clit with the slowest movements you’ve ever seen anyone use. “God, Chanyeol,” you moan, “hurry it up.” He chuckles again, and starts circling your clit with a slowness that will make you go mad, if he doesn’t fill you up with anything soon.

Before you have the chance to complain again, he lowers himself entirely, and starts trailing kisses up your thighs. Your hands find purchase on his head automatically when he slides two fingers in without warning, filling you with a single smooth move. His thick fingers spread you open, and though you were spread wider earlier, your walls are sensitive with the pressure. “Tell me, sugar,” he brings out in between the messy kisses he presses to your skin, “what do you want right now?”

His digits slide deeper inside, reaching parts you don’t dare to dream of reaching yourself, with just breathy whispers of praise between your bodies to keep you from melting to him completely. His motions go hard to harder, meeting your eager rolls with a swift flick of your most sensitive part to drive you effectively mad. His fingers make a come hither motion to reach at your walls, before scissoring them to spread you wide open, as you moan with your head thrown back. “Please— ugh, Chanyeol- fuck.”

Your murmured objections to his playfulness make him grin, dragging his teeth and tongue over your core. All the while, his two fingers thrust in sharply, leaving you breathless for a second, before his mouth joins his thumb to slot around your clit. The heat of his mouth is intoxicating, filling you with a sloppy dizziness that leaves you entirely vulnerable to his touches. He goes from soft kitten licks to a more rhythmic attack of your bud and lips, obscenely licking and slurping your wetness and if the music wasn’t loud enough to cover your sounds you’d color fire on your cheeks. His fingers don’t give you a single second of rest, only speeding up with the tightening of your core, as he calls your name.

You’re too distracted to answer though, he seems to know this too. His tongue rubs over the nub without mercy, and for maybe the first time in your life you feel like an orgasm is coming too quickly. Your legs lean into a cramp with the violent speed with which your belly tightens, flaring heat all over and in a single instant, you’re scared with how easily your body reacts to another’s touch. You hold your breath and whine from your throat, but Chanyeol shows no signs of stopping. So with trembling hands you grab at his face from both sides to push him off you, as you curl from the mattress. “Ah, Chanyeol, wait!” you pant, squirming in place as his hand rams in your tightening cunt again, “S-Stop, God!” Chanyeol looks up at you when his fingers still deep inside you, his lips and chin wet with your juices.

His eyes are wide at the interruption, scared he might have hurt you in some way. You’re still trembling like a reed though, and blink down at him to rid yourself of some of the haze blasted over you. “You okay?” he confirms, to which you nod your head immediately. His tongue on you right now is just too much, too much pleasure for your body to take and you allow yourself to wait just slightly to let yourself come down a tad.

“I’m okay, just— your mouth is… too much.”

He lifts a brow. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Fucking please,” your eyes blink away some wetness as you nod at him again, “move your- m- your hand.” He does, thrusting his curled fingers into you slow but hard, as he keeps his eyes on you. The painting is front of you is dirty, lust dripping from his every seam, like you’re the only meal he’s had in the last week and he wants every part of you to fill him up entirely. When you clench around his hand with a whimper, a small curl comes to his lips, still fucking into you.

“You’re this sensitive, but you don’t want me to stop?” It’s a comment more than a question, as he licks the wetness from his lips. You breathe a small ‘yes’, wanting to shut your eyes tightly as his thumb finds your clit again, sending spikes of both pleasure and pain through you with the sensitivity of earlier. Chanyeol’s lips curl into a full grin at this, cheshire-like, with the idea that no matter what, you don’t want him to quit. As his breath brushes over your wet core, he hums in agreement. “Pick me a safeword, sugar. I’m going to treat you tonight, and I need to know when to stop before I ravish you whole.”

His words only make you more wound up, the heat of his fingers slipping in and out along with the tight coil in your belly putting you so close to the edge you can’t think straight. You’d find yourself pathetic, if you didn’t feel so mind-numbingly fucked out. When Chanyeol pinches your clit with his free hand, your body jerks below him, eyes on the white of the ceiling. “Ah— uh, I—” you struggle, one hand fisting into the blankets so hard your knuckles go white. “Ugh— whiskey! Whiskey, whiskey,” you chant, thighs clenching around him, to which Chanyeol gives an appreciative lick to your dripping core. His mouth then replaces his thumb on your clit, and goes back to the almost painful circling that you interrupted just a bit ago.

“Whiskey it is,” he grins between messy kisses and licks, adding a third finger into you devilishly slow. Sure enough, the tightness of your core returns in an instant, coil too tightly wound to have any chance at surviving much longer. You open your mouth to say something back to his cocky tone, but are silenced when he fucks his fingers into you again, dangling you over the edge. Chanyeol notices your state and wraps his mouth around you tightly, lips and tongue on you, with fingers curling into your spot. When you groan desperately, black dots start to play across your vision, leaving you aching for more and Chanyeol gladly gives in.

His touch gets even faster, stuffing you full of him and with your slick and his spit dripping down you to ruin the bed sheets. He hardens his tongue to let you grind up your core against his face, thighs wrapping tight around him as he hums. And the heat keeps building until you’re sure you’re starting an inferno between the two of you, muscles giving out on him and back curling from the mattress so far that you could resemble a spring. Without any more, you come around his fingers, vision going black and stark white. His fingers don’t still in you one second, though he groans with your grip on his hair. He works you kindly through your drawn out orgasm, drinking up all you’re giving him. Your back drops back to the bed as you come down, lip pulled so tight between your lips you’re tasting blood.

“Chanyeol,” you bring out, so loud that the entire house must hear you, “fuck!” But he doesn’t let you rest one second. His tongue is still moving on you, fingers ramming in you again. The pressure on your sensitive bud is too much, it’s agonizing in the best way. “Stop, Chanyeol,” you moan, trying to push your thighs closed around him, without luck. “It’s too much— ah, s-stop.”

“Safeword,” he just says, enjoying your squirming. Part of you wants him to stop, really, since the jerks your body makes are vicious. But the other part aches to press him even closer, to let him genuinely and honestly ruin you until you’re nothing more than a puddle of limbs. And though it is way too much, though tears wake their way down your temple, you don’t say the safeword once. The pain is still pleasurable, in a messed up way. When he’s finally satisfied, at least for now, he takes his mouth away from you, and gently removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, to watch your cum seep out of you. You watch as he rights himself on the bed and smiles down at you, dragging his fingers up your thighs and belly. “Okay, baby girl?” he asks, sweetness dripping from the words despite his proud grin, as he brushes your hair away from your sticky neck.

“Mhm-alive” you bring out, lifting your back to feel the sweat roll down your spine as Chanyeol moves from the bed. It makes you bounce on the soft plush of the blankets, with a soft hum. “I wanted to have you though,” you whine, lulling your head sideways to watch him in his trail towards the dresser. “You said I’d look good coming around your cock, Chanyeol.” This makes him chuckle, as he sifts through some clothes to pull out a little towel, that he tosses over at you. You watch with a tight chest as he turns back to face you, pulls his black shirt up and over his wide, muscular shoulders and as it messes up his white floof of hair, dropping the crumpled fabric next to him with a hum.

“Who said I was done with you already?” he says, voice sounding ever deep as the ocean. You hold your breath as your gaze runs over his muscular body, chest and abs stupidly defined. All of this was under that flimsy, little shirt? You swallow, finally taking a breath as your eyes trail down his tattooed shoulders and chest, all the way to where his hair trails down into his jeans. Even the thick fabric doesn’t hide the shape of the tent that you’ve given him. Cold shivers make their way over your exposed skin as you stare. Chanyeol finally moves to come back to you, his muscles rippling as he walks and you know for a fact that you’d be drooling if you didn’t forcefully shut your jaw.

Just a minute ago, you were begging him to stop, yet here you are wanting more. Needing more of him, pressed against you and in you, and filling you up until your brain blanks. The bed dips when he puts one knee down, his warm hand brushing over your nipples and down your belly. “You see, I want you.” His hand stops just short of your core, fingers tapping playfully on your belly. “I want to have you, again and again, until you can’t come unless it’s because of me. I want you screaming my name, sugar.” He drops something cold next to your thigh, and leans over you to grasp your face between his fingers. “I wanna have you until everyone in this city knows who fucked you. Would you like that?”

You don’t even have to think or you’re breathing ‘yes’, twice or maybe three times and Chanyeol rewards you with a smile, and a soft kiss to your lips, the surprise of it making your heartbeat speed up. He tastes of you, and of something more bitter, probably the alcohol of earlier. “I’m going to fuck you so good that you can’t sit or stand without feeling me there, for the next week,” he rasps, pulling back from you, “I promise.” The image is planted deep in your brain, imaging you walking with the imprint of Chanyeol still all over you, inside you. You want nothing more, and Chanyeol clearly knows this. He removes his hand from you to drop his jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off and away as he joins you. The weight of him on the bed makes you clench in anticipation.

Who would have thought you’d be this weak for him? Well, everyone, probably, except for you. You sit up to grab onto his thick thighs, loving the hiss he lets out under your nails. He has a condom in hand, and though you’re not sure where he got it from, you don’t really give a shit. You’re too busy running your hands up to brush over his clothed dick, feeling the heat even through the fabric of his boxers. He’s rock solid, probably has been since he fingered you against the wall, and your mouth automatically drops open. You want to taste him too, suddenly overcome with the need and idea of it.

“Sugar,” Chanyeol calls for your attention, gathering your hair in his hands but you’re busy. You need him filling your mouth, like— right now. Without another breath you tug his boxers down, watching his cock flip up against his belly, exposing his length to you. God, he’s so pretty. Red, long and thick, with two thick veins running up to the head. Your one hand cups his balls as you lean down, while your other grabs him tight, making Chanyeol moan. “Ah, fuck.” Your first lick is careful, testing the waters as you look up at him through thick lashes. For the first time, Chanyeol looks pained. Pained with what you’re doing to him, because you can tell that he wants nothing more than to fill you up as well.

The idea is invigorating. That he wants you just as much as you’ve been wanting him, feverishly begging for it though you didn’t realize it yourself. You sigh and run your tongue all over his head, before opening your mouth wide and taking him as deep as he fits. Which isn’t too deep, honestly. Chanyeol’s too big to fit in all the way, but you do your best to grasp the rest with your hands. Chanyeol’s head falls back as you watch him, exposing his beautiful neck and the few marks you’ve managed to give him in return. You moan around him, and let his dick slide as far into your mouth as you can, before pulling back and again. With this movement, your tongue drags over the veins of his cock, making him grunt deliciously.

When Chanyeol looks back down at you, his grip tightens in your hair, bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. “Ah, holy fuck, baby. Your mouth is perfect.” You jerk the rest of his dick with your hands, hollowing your cheeks around him, as spit drips from the corners of your mouth and over your hands. His precum tastes salty and slightly bitter, slipping down your throat with every swallow. “You need some help, baby girl?” Chanyeol asks, to which you nod eagerly, one hand finding a hold on his flexed thigh. He nods, before slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth, as you let your jaw hang loose to fit him in.

Though you can tell he’s being gentle, his dick hits the back of your throat with every thrust, making your eyes sting. Chanyeol’s hands subconsciously tighten in your hair to give a delicious pull, his hips finding a steady rhythm with which he fucks your face, as you do your best not to choke. “So— pretty,” he grunts, “you look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.” You suck as hard as you can while being so full, and squeeze around him with your hand as he speeds up to a brutal pace, closing your eyes. One particularly hard thrust makes you choke around him, Chanyeol hissing as your teeth brush over him.

He slows down just a little to let you take a deep breath through your nose, fingers brushing comfortingly over your cheek. You cup his balls in your hand and squeeze, feeling his dick twitch with a strangled moan from the man above you. “You’re doing so well, sugar,” he says, and you’re inclined to believe him since his free hand is clenched into a fist so tight his knuckles peek through the redness of his skin. As you swallow around him, Chanyeol brushes your hair out of your face, his cock sliding in and out so rough it burns your lips. Chanyeol’s second hand now joins his grip on you, fucking your face with as much care he can manage to bring while desperate to come. “Shit, I’m close.”

When you look up at him through teary eyes that most definitely make you look positively fucked, he pulls out and pulls his perfect bottom lip between his teeth, as something resembling a growl falls from his throat. “Where do you want it?” he asks, letting your hair drop on your back to wrap his hand around his thick member, jerking it fast. With a pout you open your mouth, and put out your tongue for him. This makes him flush, giving you two desperate blinks as he pushes the head to your tongue and lips. “Fuck, you want me to come in your pretty, wet mouth? Want to taste me on your tongue, baby girl?” You hum again, and cock your head back further to allow him the space needed.

The slick sounds of his hand running rapidly over his hard member continue until Chanyeol suddenly places his hand on your head and pulls you closer. Thick ropes of cum land on your tongue, that you swallow easily, despite his harsh hold on you. Chanyeol groans loudly as he comes, head thrown back to expose his beautiful neck and tattooed arms flexing. You cup his balls and squeeze them to milk him of everything he’s got, staying in place on your knees until he pulls back from you and gives you a little smile. “Jesus Christ,” he exhales, “your mouth should be illegal.” His explicit words make you flush, despite what you did not twenty seconds before.

You slide back on the bed to stretch out, feeling slightly pouty that you didn’t get to have him fill you, but still satisfied with the events. When you drop your head to the pillows, you smile back at Chanyeol from your lower position. He licks his lips, before moving closer to you and kicking his boxers off the rest of the way. He settles on his knees in between your legs, before grabbing both your thighs and spreading them wider. To your surprise, his hands slide up again, meeting your core again. Your eyes widen as you see him rub two fingers back in the mess between your legs with a concentrated frown. “Ch-chanyeol?” you mumble, thigh twitching with his sinful movements yet again. “What are you—?” You’re cut off when his index finger curls soft circles around your abused clit.

Chanyeol gives you a sharp look, before moving back over your body. “You shouldn’t be getting sleepy now, baby,” he hums, the nickname sounding sweet, “if you wanna fit me in here, I’ll need you wide and awake.” Your stomach drops at that, mouth opening. He’s still going? But you— As if hearing your doubts, Chanyeol circles your hole with his wet fingers, dragging it up and down your slit. “Unless you’re already tired.” The teasing tone drips from his words as he spreads you open on his fingers again, the stretch feeling familiar but a tad sore. “Unless you don’t want to come again, of course,” he frowns, though his lips are curled up at the ends as he talks.

“No, I— I want it,” you immediately refute, “I want you.” Chanyeol hums softly again, before bringing his hand down on your sensitive mound with a slap. You squeak loudly, and grab his forearm tight for support. “Ah, fuck, Yeol— please, I want you to fill me up,” you repeat, lashes fluttering with the wetness that pools at the edges of your eyes. The sensitivity of your center since earlier hasn’t dimmed at all, the lack of touch seems to have made you even more over-sensitive in fact. Yeol seems to know this very well, because his eyes keep flicking to your face at every touch, checking your sanity every few seconds.

You close your eyes as he leans his much larger body over you, mouth finding your nipple as his fingers fill you up for the third time tonight. Your body curls as if automatic at his touches, the feeling lovingly painful. You imagine this is what feeling electrified feels like, sharp sparks jittering through your veins without stopping. Your belly feels tight again, muscles sore with the continued abuse on your clit. Chanyeol switches to the other boob as he fingers you, tongue soothing your painful marks. His free hand rubs soft circles on the inside of your thigh, melting you into the sheets. Suddenly his fingertips leave your thigh, and a significantly colder something is pressed to your core.

You open your eyes to a smirk of the white-haired man, his fingers continuing a leisurely pace all the while. He presses the thing up and down your slit a few times, before starting to circle your bottom hole. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth as you keep his eyes. It feels strange, but not in a bad way. Chanyeol presses a kiss to your temple as he pulls his fingers from inside you to stuff them in your mouth, leaning most of his weight on his elbow. You mumble incoherent words around his fingers as the metal thing is pressed into you for just a second before pulling back. “Have you played with a plug before, sugar?” he asks, face so deliriously close to you, you can barely breathe.

You poke out your tongue to wet your lips, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. His fingers slip out of your mouth and make a wet trail down your cheek. Your lips come to meet his gently though, tongues intertwining in a mess of mutual lust. He tastes like you, moaning into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip while pulling back. When the metal is rubbed around your hole in circles again, you flush and toss your head back, hiding your face from his view. “I— uh- n-no, never,” you stutter, slightly embarrassed. But Chanyeol just presses a kiss to the corner of your lips, and takes the metal plug away from you for a moment.

“Would you like to try?” His hand brushes soft circles over your tummy, before grasping your hip. You hesitate for a second, before nodding just once. “You’ll feel extra full,” he says, which makes you clench around nothing with the idea. Chanyeol alone would probably already make you feel a raving mess, the thought of more sounds— almost dangerous. Again you nod, whining slightly as he unlinks your arms from him, fingers instead tangling in the bed sheets tightly. He scoots down your body a bit, and to your surprise, he’s already hard again. You want to sob with how badly you’re aching to feel him, but do your best to be patient as Chanyeol’s hands make contact with your legs again.

He smiles up at you when the chilly metal slides over your skin again, sending shivers over your limbs. Gently, he bends your legs back towards your chest, folding you over like a binder. You open your legs to look at him while he does, the metal piece pressing against you. It’s quite pretty, you have to admit, the top of it decorated with a pink heart that shimmers even in the dark. Your wetness covers the cone. Chanyeol pushes it in slowly, stretching your tight hole with a gentleness, making you swallow. Your body tenses for a second at the foreign feeling, but soon enough you relax into the plush. It feels strange, stretching the more he slides it in, giving a pressure inside you in a way you’ve never felt before. The plug slides in the rest of the way itself, making you feel— just— tight. You feel endlessly tight. “Good?” Chanyeol asks, wiping his wet hands on the sheet for a second.

“Y-Yes,” you moan, dropping your legs back down and around his body with a small sigh, “I think so.” Chanyeol sits back on his feet to look at you for a bit, before kneading his hands in your soft ass, humming.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sugar,” he mumbles, rolling you over and up on shaky knees to meet his body halfway. His hard cock rubs over your core like this, pulling feeble whines from you. His hand connects with your ass sharply, pain blaring and making you clench and— oh. The plug shifts slightly in you with the change in position, rubbing up on the inside. You moan, just hanging onto his arm as he pulls you up against his body, arm wrapping around your upper body to keep you close, squeezing you under your boobs. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against your cheek, lips leaving trails of heat there as he presses the praises to your skin, “and all mine. You hear, sweetheart?” He pulls your head back by your hair to rest on his shoulder. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, yes— I- I’m yours, fuck,” you’re fully intending on crying, if he doesn’t soon fuck you, your every fiber so wound up you’re in physical pain. Your wetness is dripping down your legs at this point, getting cold on your skin. “Please, Chanyeol, please fuck me— pl-please.” Your pathetic begging makes Chanyeol hum, as he slides a digit into your mouth. You wrap your tongue around it and suck, as the man behind you lets go of your chest to grab the condom he tore open earlier.

“Gladly, baby girl. Because you’re asking so politely.” He lets his finger out of your mouth and rubs it up your messy slit, pushing you back onto your hands and knees. “Ugh, I know it’s selfish, but I want you to remember only me when I’m done with you.” Your hands are desperately fisted in the pillows, back arched and cunt dripping, and you honestly can’t even make a single coherent thought to respond to him. Luckily, he puts on the condom quickly, and presses his head into you. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Chanyeol sighs, bottoming out in you with a single move, and filling you to the brim. “I love looking at you, love seeing you— like this.”

Your one hand moves to cover your own mouth, because you might alarm the people downstairs with how hard you feel like screaming. The stretch is mind-numbing, and even though he doesn’t move, your orgasm is already right there, waiting for you. You bite your own finger so hard that the marks will be visible for a while, and curl your body back against him entirely. Chanyeol huffs as he takes a hold of you, and pulls back out ever so slowly, the feeling burning your insides and leaving you a hopeless mess. “Holy— God, Chanyeol- hg— so big.” Chanyeol slowly slides back inside, making you feel entirely at his mercy. He’s so far up in your guts you’d worry for your health, if he wasn’t being so gentle.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Again, out, back in. You can barely process anything else, filled entirely with Chanyeol, everywhere. Your mind, your heart, your cunt. Everything is his, though you don’t need to say it out loud for him to know. Your body trembles under him, bed shaking with the thrusts he delivers to your rag-doll like body. You must choke out something coherent around your own fingers, because Chanyeol holds you still for a second to reach under your body. “You’re close, huh? I can feel it.” The first touch he gives to your clit is enough to pull tears from your eyes, slipping down your cheeks and neck. If he rubs softly or hard, you can’t tell. Your entire body is on fire, sweat gliding down the valley of your breasts and down your spine, pleasure sending you so far away from earth you barely hear his voice.

“Mhm, f-fuck, close— so close-” you bring out, barely finishing the words before your entire body contracts, the coil almost snapping under the pressure. Your walls clench around his big cock, trembling. And just when you’re about to come, Chanyeol pulls his hand away. You pull in a breath and freeze, starting to genuinely sniffle now, as your body violently falls back from your coming high. “Wh- why did you stop?!” you blurt, eyes squeezing shut to stop more tears from slipping down. “I was so close, why- did you- do that?” Your words come out as little whimpers, but Chanyeol huffs out a laugh in response anyway. He leans his chest to your back, and presses a few apologetic kisses to your spine. “You’re so,” you hick, “mean.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers as he straightens back up, moving his hips back out of you as if to apologize, “I just wanted to have you a little longer. I wouldn’t have lasted if you were coming around me already.”

You just swallow your tears, and push yourself up on your knees to feel his body against yours again, rocking your hips back into him. “That hurt, Chanyeol. Make me cum, now.” He chuckles at your tone, and presses another kiss to your shoulder as he thrusts up into you now, holding you tight to him. The new angle is distracting, feeling even deeper. He hums in satisfaction when you moan with his hard pace, and wraps his large hand around your throat to hold you still. He rams his length in and out of you over and over as his fingers tighten around your throat, making you feel otherworldly.

The orgasm that was ripped away from you so harshly before soon creeps back up, every part of your core so over-stimulated that every touch of it could make you snap in two any second. Chanyeol’s breath washes over your skin with every thrust, the bed creaking and shaking between the two of you. Your one hand comes to rest over his around your neck, while the other digs into the thick of his thigh, the muscles flexing under your touch. “There you go, baby girl,” he grunts, the punishing slaps of his body slamming into yours filling the room. You let your tired arm drop in between your legs, and flick your fingers over the abused nub until you’re coming again, not letting up this time.

Chanyeol moans as you clench entirely around his thick member, every feeling so intense that you entirely loose it. Your mouth drops open but no sound comes out, Chanyeol’s hand warm around your throat and blood gushing between your ears. You squirm around him from the painful fullness. The only reason you stay somewhat upright is Chanyeol’s hold on you, and he soon flips you on your back as he slips out of you. “You’re so pretty this spent,” he says, opening your legs back for you and sliding back in with ease, “so good for me”. You still have black dots on your vision, one hand tangling with his larger ones as a lifeline. His balls smack into you with every thrust, making the pretty accessory below move back and forth.

With his free hand, he slips his index finger into your mouth, pushing down your tongue. You don’t get a chance to suck on the long digit, because you’re coughing around the sudden intrusion. Only half aware of you himself, he switches instead to his thumb when you pull in a much needed breath, mouthing a ‘sorry’ as he closes his eyes. His other hand grabs at your breast as he speeds up his pace even more if possible, body rippling and flexing with every thrust. “Ugh, Y/N,” he groans, dick twitching inside you. You spent what little energy you have left clenching around him, as he comes in the rubber and lands on you, spent. He rolls off you to allow you a breath and slips his finger out of your mouth, only making more of a mess between you two.

And then he presses a kiss to your swollen lips, and you’re effectively lost. His strong arm slides under your neck to pull you on your side and into him, longer legs coming to tangle with yours. And though you’re both naked, you feel warm in his hold, covered in comfort by someone you’d never expected to end the night with. You press a tired kiss to his chest in return, and look up at him with heavy eyes. He’s already looking at you, a small frown on his brows. You can’t help but giggle with how typically Chanyeol it is, leaning into his touch and burying your face there. After a little while, to your dismay, he moves to take the filled condom off, and beckons you. “Come, love, you still have to take out your present.” You pout at him, as he waits. “Come on. I’ll help you shower.”

You are barely able to push yourself up from the blankets, and slide off the bed onto very shaky legs. “You’re a piece of work, Park Chanyeol.”

This makes him laugh, the sound full as he almost doubles over. “Maybe,” he agrees, “but I’m a hot piece of work. And you’re not much better, mind you.” His large hands find your waist, pulling you to him as you stumble towards the bathroom, feeling his warm body melding to your back. The door is flung open when you lean your both hands into it, revealing a pretty open shower and more wine colored towels. The man is glued to you as you slaunter in, rubbing comforting patterns on your outer thigh and hip, leading you inside softly.

He sits you down onto the closed toilet for a second, before walking over to the shower. You stare at his back while he walks, letting the silence fall between you two. Now you’re not in his orbit anymore, you’re finding it hard to breathe, the air thick with things unspoken and though you don’t want to, you feel guilty. Chanyeol doesn’t notice your frown as he turns on the shower, letting the water warm. His right shoulder is covered entirely in a wing, running down part of his bicep and moving slightly as he checks the water for you, unaware. Your stomach drops as you stare, eyes trailing the feathers painted so elegantly on his golden tone. They seem to lovingly caress his skin, pressing hearts to the surface. With a slight croak in your voice, you call his name, and catch his eyes. “This was just for fun, right?” You repeat the line you’ve said after just about every hookup, though it sounds awkward as soon as it passes your lips.

He freezes for a second, before the familiar frown makes it’s way up his face. Though you’ve seen it so many times, you’re not sure what it means in this context. But Chanyeol moves, and reaches his hand out for you to grab. “Of course,” he says, helping you towards the shower with the same cold expression, “just a hookup, sugar.” He lowers his lips to your ear, as cold shivers bring goosebumps to your arms. “Don’t go feeling too special now.”

there we go!! this is officially the longest smut i’ve ever written, i hope it was decent. I worked on this one really hard, so I really hope you liked it~ thank you so much for your continued support and love, i read and re-read your messages any time i need a pick-me-up and you guys are just the sweetest!! thank you for reading so far, and i hope you’re excited for the next chapter.

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exo_baekhyun | HOAX pt.9

Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.

Requested by anon

pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 2.9K

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… As it has been said in a song series 04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you know” - But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD a/n: I’m sorry this is not properly beta-read.

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Only then he notices the car’s door open for him and Jongdae steps out after seeing him do so as well.

The night is dark and the drive to the condo Baekhyun knows from childhood’s something he rather not be doing. He likes even less since he had to cancel a date with you for this.

“Baek, no one likes to be called here”, Jongdae speaks up by his side, seeing his friend’s grumpy mood, “But we caused a mess in the organization. You think Mr. Kim would sit back and do nothing? Really?”

“His son caused this, not us.”

“You’re really going with that? Really?” Jongdae scoffs, “C’mon you’re smarter than this.”

With a brusque move, Baekhyun, who had been staring out the dark tinted car window, turns to look at his friend seated beside him.

“We’re doing everything better than before. The goods are much better than before, our business is secured, no rats, the cops are tamed. We fixed everything single thing” Baekhyun rants on, “If he wants to lose everything just he should just put that brat in his place and get over with it. He should see how many men will stay just for pure devotion to his family name and how many will waltz over to us.”

“Baek...”, Jongdae starts with a warning, “Promise me that even if Junmyeon provokes, you won’t pick a fight”, Baekhyun looks away, “Promise me!”

“Yeah, I guess”, Baekhyun careless answer with a wave of his hand has Jongdae sighing in frustration and worry.

When the car stops and the car’s doors are open for them, Baekhyun finds his other friends are there as well, waiting for him. Minseok seems worried and they greet each other briefly before walking down the path to the main door of the house.

“What is it?” Jongdae asks

“I don’t know” Minseok speaks up, “Everyone’s there”

“You mean..”

“Everyone, Baek.”

When the door opens Baekhyun walks in the house, sided by Minseok and Jongdae watchful eyes.

“My son!” Mr. Kim comes up to him with a proudful smile, extending his arms towards Baekhyun.

Jongdae and Minseok stop in place and Baekhyun is suspicious and much too aware of Suho’s burning glare directed to him. But, still he meets Mr. Kim where the old man stops and stay still as the man wraps an arm around his shoulders, bringing Baekhyun closer to him in a demonstration of affection and walking him deeper inside the house where the others were waiting, Jongade and Minseok followed short behind.

“I was worried you might not show up after all”

Baekhyun took the seat immediately at Mr. Kim’s right side. An honorable place that used to belong to the currently thumb-sucking Suho who’s sitting farther down the table.

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You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Chanyeol waiting for you somewhere close to school just so the two of you could have some time to be together. Your friend excused herself and you enjoyed your time with him and this time you forgot to look at Baekhyun while Chanyeol took the time to sit on the desk beside yours to keep on the conversation, leaving only when the teacher arrived.

“They really look good together”, Baekhyun hears sees the boy sitting next to him pointing at you and Chanyeol, talking to his friend.

“I heard they’re going to college together,” the other replies.

“I wish I could get a girlfriend too~”

Baekhyun couldn’t avoid the bitterness that bit him right there. As if something bit him, stirring some kind of anger he didn’t mean to indulge. It wasn’t true anyway. Baekhyun knows you’re much too focused on something else. Dating isn’t something you’d want.

He saw Chanyeol looking at you during class, Baekhyun wishes he could tell Chanyeol to piss off, stay away from you, but… Between them, Chanyeol would be the right choice for you. That doesn’t make Baekhyun feel any better about it.

“But, when they started going out?” A girl asked another and Baekhyun just couldn’t ignore the conversation as he usually does.

“Remember when they arrived together when we visited that other city during the trip? I heard that was their first date”, the girls squeal.

“Chanyeol is perfect. Y/n’s so lucky!” The other replies and Baekhyun manages to ignore whatever nonsense they add after that.

Baekhyun doesn’t think Chanyeol is perfect, but better than him in some ways. At least, he doesn’t have a mafia association to consider when he’s with you. He’s the selfish bastard who put your life on the line just because he can’t let go, not just yet.

If he chooses to accept Mr. Kim’s proposal to take the seat as the second-in-command being with you would be impossible, if someone found out… Someone dangerous. Baekhyun knows how careless he’s being, Jongdae warned him again and again while he played innocent when he shouldn’t.

“The person you’re dating-”, Mr. Kim said the night before during a private conversation while they walked through the garden while Baekhyun kept his breath held in his throat.

It wasn’t a surprise Mr. Kim would know about you, but he was worried what the man would say next.

“For now, it’s an advice, son. I know you care about her”, Mr. Kim turned to look at Baekhyun and placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at his adopted son’s eyes meaningfully.

“You gotta make up your mind. You either make her yours or don’t let her be a way to get to you when things get ugly”, Mr. Kim squeezed Baekhyun’s shoulder tightly, “You might not see me as a father, specially after what happened to your mother, but think about what happened and ask yourself… Are you willing to let the same thing happen?”

The answer is easy. He would never let anything happen to you, it’s not that you’re a way to him, it’s the other way around. To get to you he’d stupid enough to put himself in the line, obviously that’s Mr. Kim’s biggest worry. Maybe he should let you be.

That was enough to stir him up some more and before the class was over, he dismissed himself. He found himself standing before the vending machine. The others had stepped aside for him while he just stood there, playing with the money in his hand. Classes were dismissed, he supposed to meet you now, at the usual place.

When he snapped to reality he got something he knows you like and something for himself before walking away. Deciding to put any of those thoughts aside, of course people would talk about you and Chanyeol, the two of you supposed to take care of the group during the trip.

“Hey! Hyung!” Sehun greeted his friend and Baekhyun stopped as the other jogged to him right wearing his PE uniform all sweaty and dirty, “Where are you going? Can we have lunch together? Can I have this?”

Sehun reaches for your favorite drink, but Baekhyun shoves his in Sehun’s hand instead.

“I have to meet someone now. Go take a bath, you’re really stinking”, Sehun looks disappointed at the drink in his hand and looks thoughtfully at Baekhyun.

“Can I come over to play later? Your TV’s better than the one in my room...”

Sehun’s voice fades out into the distance as Baekhyun listens to someone else talking. The boiling anger inside him reacted before he could stop himself. The voice of his classmate again, the same boy who sits next to him.

It’s maddening how his heart beats so hurtfully against his chest, scratching its way up his throat just so he can’t breathe. A high-pitched, deafening noise buzzes in his ear. It seems like reality has folded itself in two and he delved into the worse version of it.

‘No.’, the word is drawn in big, bold letters in his head even though his heart and his whole body shakes, his thoughts are certain and definitive, ‘No. It’s not true.’ Baekhyun tells himself, stating a simple fact. His mind is what stops him from letting himself be taken by that desperation that has already taken the rest of his body.

Baekhyun knows you better than any of these stupid kids, so of course they’re lying. Before he knows it, he’s gripping the kid by the collar of his uniform's shirt and pulling the scared kid up close to him. The hurt in his eyes is taken by anger, that’s it! The reason why he’s body is running wild in adrenaline right now is anger. His image, the image he’s been keeping just for the sake of you. That’s gone, he can’t remember how to act in any other way.

“Who the fuck you think you are?”, he growls on the kid’s face.

He knows everyone's gathering around him, his knuckles are white and he can see the kid’s face run pale and his eyes glazed with fear seeing the fearsome face the infamous Baekhyun twisted in anger directed at him like this. No one wants to get on Baekhyun’s bad side, never.

Sehun tries a step closer. “Stay away, Sehun”, his voice is enough to make the younger stop in his tracks and Baekhyun turns to his classmate again, “I said”, Baekhyun’s voice is low and dangerous, “—who the fuck you think you are?” His pale white teeth grinds and the boy gulps down.

“I– I’m– I’m sorry, Baekhyun! I meant it”, the voice of his classmates trembles in fear trying to find in Baekhyun’s eyes some forgiveness in the middle of all the wilderness that makes him so scary,

Sehun steps away and pulls his phone quickly, with his hands sweaty and unsteady is a hard task to make a simple call, Baekhyun’s hold gets dangerously tight around the younger boy’s throat, cutting his air supply.

“Speak properly!”

“I’m– sor—sorry–”

“You think I want your apology? You should apologize to Y/n not to me! Shit!”, the boy seemed to say something to set Baekhyun at some kind of peace, but bit his tongue, afraid, “Why did you say that about Y/n?”

“I didn’t I swe–”, before the boy could say much else he was stumbling back against the stairs behind him, he wouldn’t fall if Baekhyun didn’t push him again.

It’s not like the boy couldn’t fight for himself, it’s not how it looks like, but who would put up a fight against Baekhyun when everyone knew who he is and where he’s from?

“Cut the bullshit!”, the boy stood up again, slowly, carefully, head hanging low in hopes that would make Baekhyun stop coming for him, but couldn’t stop trembling and it only worsen when Baekhyun stepped closer to him, “Be honest! Try it again!”

“I heard about it when I walked in the school today–”, the boy starts carefully, holding himself together for any advance from Baekhyun, “—the others were talking about it, so I just–”

“So you just didn’t mind in spreading this bullshit too? I should break your–”

Sehun’s eyes grow two sizes the moment Baekhyun has his hand on his classmate, he can’t understand the reason why Baekhyun was making such a fuss because of something everyone already knew. Why does it matter if you’re dating Chanyeol? Everyone seemed to cheer for that, much like they would cheer for their favorite couple in a TV show.

“Baek, stop!” Jongdae is breathless as he runs to his best friend, Minseok reaches him first, pulling away from the other boy who could barely put up a fight.

“What are you doing?” Minseok asks and Baekhyun shakes him away from his body.

“It wasn’t me-”, the boy tries again, Eyes wide open, as Baekhyun jolts toward him again and Jongdae helps Minseok hold him back this time.

“That’s enough”, Jongdae says

“It wasn’t me, I swear!” The boy tries again and Minseok motions for the boy to just leave.

“Why does he care so much?” Someone whispers to another.

“It’s like a stalker. Really. Y/n should be careful.”

“Like a psycho or something.”

Jongdae disperses the crowd and orders one of the Baekhyun and the boy’s classmate to take him to the nurse.

“We should go home-”, Minseok tries to reason with Baekhyun, but he pushes Minseok away when he sees you somewhere in the crowd and feels the tint of shame inside of him, under all of that suppressed anger. He promised himself you wouldn’t see him like that again.

“Baekhyun!” You call after him even though there are some students in the corridor and, of course, they look, “Byun Baekhyun! Wait!”

He keeps walking fast and you have to run to catch up with him, but it’s not until the two of you are alone when he finds an empty classroom that he stops and drags you inside.

Baekhyun closes the door while you stand there, against the wall, not even knowing what to say anymore. You watch him stand before you and your eyes search for his, worried and hesitant as you see the anger dissipating.

Shame is the first thing that goes by when he turns to you, he never meant for you to see him like that. All that anger just… Seem to disappear now that he sees you here, all that restless feeling just simply goes away. He should’ve known better than this.

You work like magic, just being there with him is enough. He couldn’t bear the thought of Chanyeol. Even now thinking about it makes him hate the stupid guy who said it, the girls spreading rumors.

“Why did you do that? What if you get expelled?” Baekhyun chuckles and that smile that belongs only to him, sweet and mischievous, pulls the corner of his lips into a smile as well.

“Hey! You really think they’d do this? Did you forget who I am?” You click your tongue playfully, crossing your arms between the two of you

“You really think you’re unbeatable, don’t you?”

“Me? Y/n, that’s an old concept”, he wouldn’t remind you that you’ve managed to change that concept easily not too long ago.

The old Baekhyun wouldn’t really stand up for anyone who’s not part of his feared group of close friends. He pulls your arms free, his smile growing wider, not minding to smile openly at you anymore.

“Besides, how could I just let someone speak like that about you?”

“What were they saying anyway?”

Baekhyun chuckle, amused by the bitter thought. “They said you’re dating Chanyeol.”

Baekhyun leans against the wall behind him, pulling you along with him. He doesn’t know what or how you’d say and settle his feelings down, but the distant look in your eyes wasn’t a good start. Your expression changes and your smiles simply disappears from your lips, he could hear the echo of his heartbeat in drumming in his eyes as he saw you look down between the two of you.

You look everywhere but him and it’s almost like he knows what you gonna say. An invisible hand suddenly takes a firm hold on his heart, he can hear, but can feel how it struggles to beat. It’s suffocating.

“He... wasn’t lying, Baek.”, you look up and him carefully. Baekhyun focused on the way his heart seemed to beat as fast as it could just so it could free itself from the deadly grip.

A bitter, strangled laugh leaves Baekhyun’s lips and he leans his head against the wall. His empty laughter fills the empty room even though it’s not loud, Baekhyun closes his eyes and covers them with his hand as you step away from him. Tears sting painfully behind his eyelids and he can’t show them to you, he won’t.

He never felt so drained out of energy, so beat up and tired. Him, it had to be him. Chanyeol of all people. Him.

“I’m sorry”, Baekhyun chuckles at his own misery and tries not to think of how soothing your voice sounds.

The tone of assertiveness in the apology doesn’t seem like regret. Baekhyun knows regret and begging as most people would come out with in a moment like this. But, of course, you wouldn’t.

It’s the first time Baekhyun feels his heart being crushed, it’s worst than anything. He can’t compare with something, he just knows there’s nothing that could be any worst than this. Why does he have to love you so much? Why did let himself? Why didn’t he stop? But he knew from the beginning, didn’t he? All addiction end the same way.

Baekhyun swallows hard and feels his throat dry.

“Then?” He asks with his heart pounding painfully. It’s hurting, it hurts bad and he wants to hate you, to be utterly angry at you. Baekhyun wants to attatch himself to the tough that this is for the best. You’re safe with Chanyeol. With him, you could end up…

“I can’t let you go”

Your words doesn’t really get to him, they don’t add up as if they’ve been said in a foreign language. Slowly, with a frown so deep his eyebrows almost meet and tremble, working his brain around the meaning of them. Baekhyun opens his eyes, trying to see through the numbing pain and the remaining tears.

“What?” His voice is hoarse, but he didn’t cry.

“It’s not that I can’t decide”, you explain and thought your voice is not cold nor empty, it’s not the one he’s used to, because you’re holding back, “I just can’t let you go either. Not Chanyeol, nor you. I’m sorry.”

“So you want me? You still want me?” He shouldn’t be saying this, not like this with a pathetic happiness overlapping all the right feelings he should have right now. This pathetic Baekhyun happens to appear naturally before you.

⇽ part 8 | part 10 ⇾

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bobowhooo · 5 years

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Potent Savages

Genre: Drama/ Angst/ smut/ Trigger warningsss/ exo, oc, and blackpink gang au!

Summary: Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast-paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 16: Searching to destroy

Why did you leave such a beautiful woman like me behind? Are you fucking crazy?

“Hurry up!” The woman in all black yelled at the other girls. It was their only chance to escape from the very exclusive Exo pool party. The woman and her sisters felt like they've been running for hours even though it’s only been 15 minutes. Her adrenaline was pumping and a smile was on her face. She feels alive under this night sky. This is the first time she has ever stolen anything and the fact that it was from the infamous Exo gang makes it all the more amazing. Stone cold hundred dollar bills filled the wallets of the Exo men she took them from. The watches they slid off their wrists and into their purses were dripping with vvs diamonds. This is the best night of her life. She heard her younger sisters giggling as they ran behind her, This was it. They were going to get out of this hell of a city once and for all. Escaping through the woods that made the Exo mansion so obscure, they were going to run until saw the end of them. She wished she would have stolen a car while she was at it though.

“Bad idea, ladies!” She heard an unfamiliar voice before a gunshot went off right beside her head. Her body stood still before her survival mode kicked in. She began to reach for her sisters but her hand was shot so quickly she didn't even realize it until a few seconds after it happened. “Oops.” The unfamiliar voice said. She saw her sisters shivering and scared to move as tears streamed down her face from the pain in her hand. Finally, a beautiful girl with a golden glock stepped out of the darkness with a pout. “You know, a little while ago I would have let you run your little asses into the fucking sunset. But I don’t do charity anymore, unfortunately for you.”

“P-please. Don’t h-hurt my sisters.” The woman stuttered. By the looks of that glock she knows this has to be aya of blackpink.

She tilted her head. “Well, gorgeous. I wouldn’t have to if you had just enjoyed the fucking party instead of being little snakes in the grass.”

The woman began to sob at the thought of her sisters getting hurt because of this stupid idea she had. She looked up at her sisters, silently begging them to please run. She can’t catch all of them right? “Are you just going to sit there and fucking cry!? Run bitch!” Aya yelled at them all and they immediately got up. The woman held her wounded hand close as she ran and her harsh tears began to dry from all the wind. Fear was all she felt while her sisters ran close behind her. In the distance, she could hear a click of a gun. The sound it makes before the trigger gets pulled. The sound it makes before someone gets hurt.

“This will only hurt a little bit.” Aya said.

“Separate!” Was she could get out before she was shot in the leg. She fell to the ground yelling out in pain as she looked at her sister on her left get shot in the arm and the one on her right get the same. The girl with the gold glock walked up to her with a hand running through her hair. “The next time you decide to be a damn thief, make sure it’s from someone who doesn’t have perfect aim and an itchy trigger finger, gorgeous. You understand?”

“Y-yes, yes i do!” The woman yelled out while crying.

“Good. Now, lights out.” She sang, before her boot-clad foot kicked the woman in the head. “Somebody get this one some medical help.”

“They’re going to be alright.” I said to rosé. She looked at me with low eyes and i widened mine. “Don’t look at me like that. Be glad I didn’t shoot with the intent to kill.” I reasoned while chanyeol and kai rounded up the three ladies. Now that that's all over, welcome back. I'm glad you didn’t run away. The last time you saw me i was a mess. But that’s all in the past. I’m not that person anymore and i never will be again. It’s been about two weeks since that has happened anyways, what would I look like still hung up on that. On him. He’s gone and there’s no way I'm going to cry about it now. No need to press on why it hurt me so much. I won’t explain myself. I guess you could say a piece of me left with him though. You know, the part that gave a fuck about the world and it’s wonderfully shitty people, The part that wanted to love and wanted to be happy, The part of me that stopped me from doing a lot of really fucked up shit. In other words, the cold-hearted bitch you know and love is back and colder than ever.

“Someone’s deep in their thoughts,” Chanyeol said to me. “Kai and rosé took off with the girls, so we should go back to the mansion.”

I exhaled and licked my lips as he stared at me. “What?” I asked.

“Do you ever even realize what you’re doing?”

“Uhmm.....exhaling?”

He paused and then turned away. His head shook as he walked and I made a confused expression. I ran to catch up to him before matching his pace. “You know, baekhyun is the biggest idiot I've ever met.” Chanyeol said. “Who?” I asked. Chanyeol looked at me with a smirk. “The real petty queen.” I laughed at his comment and pushed him softly. “Shut up.” He grabbed my arm before throwing his over my shoulders. “Why do you think he’s an idiot though?”

“He left your amazing ass here. Even though I understand why he did it. And I get to watch over you while he’s gone. Which is, of course, a big plus.” Chanyeol said.

I raised one eyebrow before removing his arms from my shoulders and creating some distance. “Don’t get all weird on me, chanyeol.” I said to him.

“Right. Sorry.” He said quietly.

We walked back to the mansion through the woods in silence. When we arrived I saw that all the people that came over for the party had left. Chanyeol left silently from my side and I plopped on the couch. The cold gun on my body pressed into my skin so I jumped to remove it from its place and put it aside. I closed my eyes and let tonight's events wash over me.

I was on sober patrol with kyungsoo and a few of the others because someone stealing in this environment is almost inevitable. Whoever is ballsy enough to party with us is usually ballsy enough to steal from us. We are pretty tempting targets though, I must admit. I mean how could you resist when these idiots keep carrying around so much cash and flashing their diamonds everywhere. Then again, I think they’re daring someone to steal from them. They’re troublemakers like that.

I genuinely flirted with someone who isn’t baekhyun for the first time in a while tonight, but only because I was bored and sober. I had to have some kind of fun. And nothing is more fun than making a man drool just by a few smiles and hair flips. Well, actually there are a few things that are more fun. But still fun regardless. Anyways the party was chanyeol’s idea since his way of coping with the things that have occurred is drinking and smoking and loud music. I was worried about people finding out that suho and baekhyun weren’t here. I thought that once they did, everyone and their fucking mothers were going to think of it as a weakness and try to attack or wage a war. But it was under wraps well enough that we won’t have to worry about that. I think.

“Ahhh! Chanyeol!” My eyes snapped open and straight to the top of the staircase as jennie ran away from chanyeol half-naked. Her face lit up with an adorable excited smile. Chanyeol was just as naked as her while he chased her around. weird pairing, but they look happy. I turned away and shook my head. “Chanyeol! Stop, aya is right there!” She yelled at him cutely when they got to the bottom of the staircase and he snatched up her waist in his arms. I looked at them again. “Yeah, I'm right here.” I agreed with a nod. Chanyeol started to stare at me for some reason with his arms still around jennie and i tilted my head. “It’s not what it looks like,” Jennie said with a tiny bit of nervousness. “I mean, it is. But it’s not serious.” She claimed. I remember saying the same thing to myself when me and baekhyun started getting physical. I gave them a small smile and got up from the couch.

“Okay, sure. Anyways, have fun you two.”

Two weeks to find the bitch. Two weeks to devise the perfect plan of action and execute it, And two weeks to get the cops of phoenix to turn a blind eye to this whole fiasco. I probably won’t need a whole two weeks for that last thing but that’s at most. I already began with carrying out my plan of action. I’ve been watching this lady for about a week now. I reminded myself as i pushed the binoculars closer to my eyes. I watched her undress through the window of a little obscure apartment she thought she could hide away from me in. I know this is what she wanted all along. For me to hunt her down like an animal, for me to watch her in the night with no sleep. Only thinking of her. She thinks the moment i find her that I'll come to her. I’ll go straight for her with my mind all screwed up by the death of a loved one. I’ll mess up and make mistakes. Fire some inaccurate shots at her. I’ll cry and ask for her comfort. Hate sex maybe. Well, maybe I'm the one thinking of hate sex but anyways, I know how her mind works. I successfully played her like a violin for months. How would I not know?

None of that is going to happen though. I’ll follow her everywhere she goes, stay in the shadows, make her think I never even came or at least I just haven’t yet. I'll scare the shit out of her. Everything around will start to crumble, then when she’s at her lowest point, I’ll watch her burn just like she should have that night in the hideout. All in a week. Karma is an asshole this time around, and his name baekhyun. Si yeon flipped her hair so it came out of the collar of the shirt she just put on. I never thought I could hate someone so much. I scoffed then sighed. It kind of reminds me of when I never thought I could love someone as much as I love aya. Weird connection but accurate. She really rocked my whole fucking world, and she probably hates me now. Shit, that might even be an understatement. Of course, I can’t regret what I did because I was so stubborn about it. I kind of have to stand by it. But I miss my baby. I have no right to say that but I do. I miss that little smile of hers, and how she says my name. Her eyes and her lips and her hands. Fucking everything. Especially when she would grip my hair and my chin in such a possessive way I couldn’t think straight.

“Fuck.” I whispered under my breath.

“What's she doing?” Minseok asked in confusion.

“N-nothing at all. I just was thinking about some things.” I threw the binoculars at him and stood up out of the chair i pushed close to the window of our hotel suite. “Here, keep watch. I can’t stand it anymore.” My mind is all over the place right now and i can’t have that. I walked into the bathroom and paced around with deep breaths. I reached for my phone and looked through it for any pictures of aya that could satisfy this urge to see her. See her with that sexy little attitude she wears in front of people she doesn’t know. I wonder if she's struggling as much as i am. I found a picture of her sleeping as i was scrolling through my album and smiled. Her cheek was smushed up against my silk-clad pillows, her hair was all over the place and her lips were soft and slightly opened. I could see my shirt on her body all wrinkled up and covering her torso. She looks so perfect.

“Baekhyun! She’s on the move!” Minseok yelled from outside the bathroom.

“Shit.” I got up quickly. And to think i was about to put my dick in my hand. I pushed minseok out of the way and grabbed the binoculars. She looked around with a paranoid expression as she walked to her new car. This is her second one this week. I must admit she’s very good at being thorough. High-end hotels then low cheap apartments. Renting a car one week, then buying one the next. She stays on her toes definitely. But she could never have gotten away from me no matter how good she is at this.

I smirked and sat back into the chair. “pull up the tracker and let’s haul ass.”

I closed my left eye while focusing my right on the target. It moved side to side slowly, which made this a bit too easy. I pulled the trigger three times firing two to the stomach and one to the head. My aim is off. Really off. I sighed and let my arm drop to my side.

“Something on your mind?” Chanyeol asked.

“I can’t seem to think or aim straight. I had a dream about that bastard last night. He’s still lingering in my stupid head.” I expressed with a pout.

“Well, what did you expect? To completely forget about someone that important? Already?” Chanyeol said as he aimed for his next target.

“Yeah.” I whined.

“No.” He laughed after hitting his target in the head perfectly. “That’s not how this works. Also, are you really going to hate him forever? Even if he came back would you completely not want him? After everything?”

“Ughhhh, shut up! Stop making sense!” I whined more. When the man laughed again my phone began to ring. The caller ID read, baekyum, with a heart. This happens every week. I get one call from that stubborn asshole and I always decline it. Well, sometimes I just stare and let it ring, other times I decline it. When I think about it, chanyeol is right. I don’t know what I'm going to do when I see him again. If I see him again. I don’t know what I would say, or how I would react. I know I'm mad at him right now. But what about when he gives me that “I'm home, babydol” smile. Will I melt? will I set him on fire?

Can I do both?

“Baekhyun?”

I looked up at chanyeol after realizing my phone stopped ringing. His phone was to his ear and the hand holding the gun was pointed at the target still, but with no intentions of shooting. I threw daggers at him with my eyes and he smiled at me.

“Oh, everything is good actually.” He answered the asshole while putting him on speaker.

“That’s good to hear. I hope you’re looking over aya well.” I scoffed while listening closely.

“I definitely am.” Chanyeol said. A mischievous smile plastered all over his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable though. The job is almost done. I’ll be back soon.”

“That’s great, baekhyun.” Chanyeol answered in a lower voice than before. Maybe even a little disappointed.

“chanyeolll.” Baekhyun whined into the phone. I widened my eyes at his behavior while chanyeol just answered calmly. “I miss her sooo muchhh. It’s killing me.”

“Try to stay alive. I'm sure she wants to kill you herself when you get back.”

“Is it bad that I can’t wait for that?”

“Not at all. I know how you feel. Trust me.”

“Alright, i have to go. Thank you again, chanyeol.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome, man. Be careful out there.” chanyeol said before hanging up.

I felt like my heart was so cold before this one phone call set it on fucking fire. I bit my lip while staring at the gun in my hand. “How could he?” I said. It’s coming back. All the feelings I tried to push away. It’s all just replaying.

“Aya...”

“How could he just say those things? How could he just make me feel like this!?” I screamed at chanyeol. Letting out my feelings wasn’t up for debate at this point. It all was just coming out on its own. All because of one phone call.

“Aya, I'm sorry.”

“No, none of this is your fault so don’t apologize! Don’t try to make up for the mess he made of me! Stop watching over me and stop comforting me! I just want to be left alone!”

“I’m not watching over you because he told me to! I’m not comforting you for that reason either!” He yelled back, finally. “I'm doing this because I want to! Because it makes me happy.” He walked over to me slowly. “It makes me happy to make you happy. To see you happy.” Before I knew it I was surrounded by him. His arms felt huge and heavy while they were wrapped around me. He’s big and warm, but he felt almost nothing like baekhyun. And he never will.

“I-”

“Don’t say anything. I don’t want you to.” Chanyeol spoke quietly into my ear. “Just let me have this.”

AUTHORS NOTE : WHOA THIS MIGHT BE MY WORST CHAPTER LMFAO. i rushed it because i wanted to get through this part....ill do better in the future!!! I hope lol

kissess <3333333 ~lailaa

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cloudycrystalkpop · 5 years

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#9 with Chanyeol pls😁😁

i’ve been reading nothing but Chanyeol mafia aus for the past two weeks please send me any recs y’all have i’m in need

spell book

you can’t help but sigh a bit as Chanyeol flintches from your touch. you run your fingers along his brow, and the two week old stitches there. even with them, he was sure to still have a scar.

“how long?” you finally spoke. he simply looked up at you in confusion. “how long are you going to keep living like this?” you insisted. Chanyeol sighed, standing to his feet and rolling his shoulders.

“i know you don’t like it. but i have debts to pay. and ones to collect.” he wouldn’t even turn around to look at you.

“Chanyeol!” you balled your fisted in anger, trying to bite back your harsh words and rageful tears.

“look, the stitches are falling out. i’ll be okay. you’ll be okay. i promise, nothing- no ones going to hurt you.” Chanyeol turned and pulled you into his arms, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Chanyeol...” you mumbled into his chest as his arms tightened around you. “...this isn’t safe. this shit is illegal. this, gang, this mob. if you don’t leave soon... i don’t- i don’t want to see you leave in a body bag-“ finally the tears began to overflow.

“oh no, nononono, baby-“ Chanyeol held you as close as he could as you sobbed. he gently walked you back to the bed, cooing to you softly to coax you to lay down.

“i’ll be okay. i’ll be more careful, i promise. i’ll always come home to you. i promise. i-i promise...”

#park chanyeol #exo #exo au #mafia au #gang au #chanyeol au #exo x reader #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol drabble #exo drabbles #mabon drabble game

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narika-a · 6 years

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EXO Mafia Reaction: Wedding night after an arranged marriage

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Park Chanyeol

He basically had to pull you to your shared suite and he was not happy about it.

“I’m not staying in the same room as you,” you fumed.

“Shut up,” he slammed the door. “Why did you pick this evening out of everything to be bratty?”

“Well you certainly don’t look too happy about this situation as well!” you threw your hands in the air.

“At least I didn’t go around the whole night telling everyone how miserable my life is!”

“I didn’t say that!” you said, shocked.

“Oh didn’t you? That’s not what my men heard. You made it seem like I’m keeping you imprisoned. When we both know how it came to this situation-”

“Don’t start on that again!” you interrupted him. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“You don’t want to hear it?” he asked, backing you into a wall. “Then why don’t you learn to behave yourself first?”

You wanted to protest but opted to stay silent, sending him death glares instead. He was so close it was easy to maintain eye contact.

“I have to admit though,” he said, licking his lips. “The more you act this way...”

“S-stop it,” you stuttered, he was too close to be saying things like that and looked way too handsome up close. You set your hands on his chest in attempt to make some distance between you. “I fucking hate you,” you whispered to him and he smirked. He knew you were lying.

“Now that you’re my wife. I better make this worth my while,” he said pulling you to him.

Xiumin/Kim Minseok

“So are we not going to talk about it?” you asked, as you closed the door to the room. You watched him cross the room to the table he has been working at for the past few days until the wedding.

“There is nothing to talk about,” he said coldly, while he loosened his tie. You came up a bit closer to him.

“We just got married, for fuck sake, is that not a good enough conversation starter for you?”

“Then speak!” he said, this time more loudly, throwing his tie on the table. You bit down on your lip. You hated moments like this, when no matter how much you wanted nothing came out. He started unbuttoning his shirt and slightly tilted his head in your direction. “What? Cat got your tongue?!”

“I...” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. “I.. I like you Minseok,” you blurted out quickly. This was a very strange situation indeed. You were married yet here you are, confessing to your own husband. Why do you always fall for assholes like him?

You opened your eyes and looked at him. He was now fully turned in your direction, confusion and amusement mixed on his face.

“Oh fuck it,” he said, as he came up to you in quick steps and cupping your face between his hands, kissed you roughly on the lips.

“What the heck was that?” you asked, as you pulled away.

“You have the whole night to find out,” he smirked, still not letting go of you.

Chen/Kim Jongdae

“You can’t stay locked in the bathroom forever,” he said, knocking on the door for the 5th time. As soon as you to got to your suite, you went to the what looked like the safest place in the room. The bathroom. But now after being there for over an hour, you started to regret your decision.

“I can try,” you answered nonetheless. He sighed and sat down on the floor, leaning on the door. He has been sitting there, with short breaks in between, for as long as you been inside. Which complicated your escape plan greatly.

“Jongdae, go away,” you said but he didn’t answer. You waited for a few more seconds and decided to ignore him as well. Fine. If he’s sitting there, you’re just going to go ahead and take a shower, at least that way you can waste even more time. You started undressing when he spoke again.

“It’s your fault, you know...”

That was it.

“My fault!” you slammed the door open, pushing him out of the way. “I never asked to be married!”

He wasn’t listening though, as his eyes were set on something else. He stared at you from the ground, his mouth slightly agape.

“Well that’s certainly a view I want to be greeted by every morning,” he smirked and you looked down, only now realizing you stormed wearing only your underwear.

“Don’t look you i-idiot!” you shouted, shutting the door.

“But you’re my wife, there is nothing else for me to do but look!” he laughed from behind the door. At that moment, you knew living with him will be nothing but trouble.

D.O/Do Kyungsoo

You started to regret your decision. Maybe there really was another way to save your gang. But you just couldn’t let your men get killed and this was the quickest and easiest way to do it.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, you weren’t used to saying this word and by his expression you could understand he wasn’t used to hearing it either, especially from you.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not like I wanted to help you. It’s just beneficial to me,” he said, turning away from the window to you. “I don’t know what other secret plans you had in mind but your gang now belongs to me.”

“Yeah yeah,” you leaned back in your chair. “You don’t expect me to act like a real wife either, do you?”

“We will just see about that,” he smirked.

“Excuse me?” you leaned forward. “That’s not what we agreed to.”

“Wrong, that’s not what you agreed to because it all comes down to the fact that you have a lot of influence in the city and well it would be a shame not to use it,” he crouched in front of you and turned your face gently with his finger, so you would look at him. “So we can either do this the hard way or the easy way.”

Kai/Kim Jongin

You leaned down on the door to the room and looked at your feet. You heard nothing but bad things about the man you just married and honestly, you were more than a bit afraid to be with him in the same room.

“Are you just going to stand there all night?” he called you from the sofa. You looked up and your eyes met and they looked so beautiful and pure in the setting sun’s background.

“Come sit with me,” he patted the spot near him and smiled at you warmly and your heart skipped a beat. You shook your head. This man is anything but cute. But you decided to go up to him anyway.

You took of your shoes and got cozy on the sofa as far away from him as possible. He put his laptop away and just stared at you. You had a silent battle when he started laughing out of the blue.

“You look like a lost child, all curled up in there,” he stood up and threw you a blanket from the nearby armchair. He ruffled his hair and put his hands in his pockets. It seemed like he wanted to say something but you didn’t dare ask, so you both fell silent again.

“Look,” he finally said, sitting down closer than before. “The things you have heard about me... I just want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you, so it would be nice...” his thoughts trailed off but as surprising as it was you knew what he meant.

“Umm, what music do you listen to?”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know how to start a conversation,” you chuckled and he smiled.

“I would disagree. I think hearing you laugh is the best way.”

Byun Baekhyun

“What are you doing?” you finally asked after watching him stroll around the room.

“Getting ready,” he said, opening the closet’s door and hanging his jacket.

You leaned on the door frame. He’s not thinking what you think he’s thinking.

“For what?”

“To go to bed,” he took his shirt off and threw it on the ground but you picked it up and put it on the chair. You hate when the place is untidy.

“And?”

“And sleep,” he said, taking his pants off and getting under the covers. “What? What did you think I was going to do?” he smirked.

“I... I wasn’t thinking anything,” you stuttered. “There is only one bed,” you said, messing with the hem of your skirt.

“Am I not leaving you enough room?” you looked at him and you couldn’t believe he was actually confused.

“You don’t expect me to sleep in the same bed as you!?”

He sat up in the bed and leaned his head on his hand.

“Isn’t that what husband and wife should be doing?” he teased you.

“N-no, thank you,” you said, heading for the door.

“Oh come on!” he got out of the bed and blocked your exit. “It’s not like I bite or anything.”

Well of course he won’t bite but the thing is, he was wearing only his underwear, and the proximity of his body was too close for you to handle, so you quickly turned around.

“That’s more like it,” he said, wrapping his hand around your shoulder. “You go get ready, I will be right here,” he whispered teasingly into your ear. Goddamn you Byun Baekhyun.

Lay/Zhang Yixing

His phone rang again and you followed him with your eyes as he went to pick it up.

“Who is it?” you asked when he hung up.

“Business,” he replied as he put his shoes back on.

“Are you leaving?” you asked. You didn’t want to admit it but chills ran down your spine just with the thought of staying in his enormous house alone.

“Obviously. Why? Are you scared?” he teased.

“Am not!” you pouted. “But what kind of husband leaves his wife on their first night?”

He stood up straight and looked at you amused.

“You so are scared,” he chuckled and you punched him lightly against his chest.

“I’m not scared, it’s just a very big house and I don’t know this neighborhood, heck I don’t know anyone and and I might feel lonely-”

“Goddamit,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. You stopped talking. Uh oh, he looks angry. “Where you always this cute?” he said, laughing again.

“Xing!” this idiot. Fuck him and his good acting. You punched him again but he caught your hand this time, taking his phone out with the other.

“Since you’re insisting so much,” he said, typing something on the screen. “I guess you’re right. I can’t leave you after all.”

Suho/Kim Junmyeon

You went to the door and opened it as silently as possible.

“Where are you going?” startled, you turned around only to see half naked Junmyeon standing at the end of the corridor. You thought he already went to the shower, how the hell did he hear you? “I thought you’re being to quiet...” he said as if he read your mind.

“Oh I’m just going out for a walk,” you lied. He looked at his watch and gave you the look of ‘you think I’m stupid girl’™.

“At this hour?” he asked as he looked at his watch and gave you the look of ‘you think I’m stupid girl’™. “Were you seriously trying to sneak out again?”

You didn’t say anything. He caught you red handed. He came up to you and slammed his hand on the door, closing it.

“We’re married now, so you must understand that by attempting stunts like this, you’re not only causing trouble for me but for your father as well. I thought you wanted to help him not make more problems for him,” he explained calmly but whenever he spoke like this, everyone was even more scared of him. You shifted your gaze away but he turned your face back to him.

“There is nowhere to run anyway,” he assured you. “Now that you’re my wife, you’re not getting out of this that easily.

Oh Sehun

You could hear him behind you. You looked in the mirror and your eyes met. Keeping the eye contact you promptly unclasped the necklace he gave you.

“Aw man are you taking it off already?”

“I don’t like it,” you stated coldly.

“You don’t like anything I give you.”

“That’s because you are the one who give it to me,” you said, standing up and turning around.

“My taste is great, admit it.”

“It’s not about taste, it’s about principles and since I never agreed to this wedding it’s not official in my book.”

“Hey, you should blame your family!”

“But yours were involved just as much!” you pointed at him. “If not more...”

“But you’re the only one who has problems with it,” he smirked. You knew all along this was part of his plan. It’s fine. Two can play this game.

You started unzipping your dress.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing?��

“Taking this dress off, it’s too tight,” you complained. You came up and turned your back to him. “Help me take this off my dear husband.”

He stood up but instead of helping you out he pushed you down on the bed. You gasped as he hovered above you.

“You’re such a tease sometimes,” he grinned. “I think you need to be thought some lessons.”

FORMER MEMBERS:

Kris/Wu Yifan

It’s been hours since you two came back but neither of you said a word. He was so occupied with his work you didn’t even dare disturb him. You looked on the clock on your nightstand it was already 2 am. You decided to go get a glass of water, you were surprised to see him working in the kitchen. He looked up from his papers, first at you then at his watch.

“You’re still awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” you said, tiptoeing to reach the glasses. You could now definitely tell this was his house as everything was way high up. He watched you struggle for a while, amused smile on his face, when he finally stood up and gave it to you.

“I think we should rearrange where things are put,” you said, taking the glass from him.

“Go ahead,” he said, sitting back down on the chair. “You’re the queen of this house now,” he added and then realized what he said. “I mean...”

You chuckled and before making the situation even more awkward left the room quickly. First night and you already got to see his soft side.

Tao/Huang Zitao

“Look at me,” he said for the 4th time. “You can’t ignore me forever, if we want to make this work”

“Maybe I don’t,” you finally spoke. He leaned his head back on the chair.

“You know that since you’re mine, divorce will never be an option.”

You bit down on your lip, you knew he was saying the truth but it was still so hard to swallow it. You couldn’t believe your father betrayed you like that.

You clasped your hands in front of you on the table and he put his over them.

“Didn’t I promise you? Everything will be fine,” he smiled.

You truly wanted to believe that. Maybe after all these years and even with him being in dangerous mafia world, he could still be the same Tao.

Luhan

You fell down on the bed and raised up your hand. The ring was shining brightly on your finger. You clenched your fist and sighed.

“What’s up with the depressed sighs?” Luhan asked, coming into the room. “Let me guess, you’re already regretting your decision.”

“I did what I had to do.”

“How heroic,” he snickered.

“Shut up,” you took the ring off your finger and threw it at him, so your surprise he caught it.

“Hey now, you can’t take this of. How else will people know who you really belong to.”

“I belong to no one,” you said, sitting up.

“That’s where you’re wrong my dear because you belonged to my family the moment you signed those papers and no one leaves it until I say so...”

A/N: Explain to me how some of my reactions are a few sentences per person while others are like full on drabbles, why is there nothing in between?? send help 😂

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artsykpopblog · 6 years

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EXO Mafia!AU - Epilogue

-At the EXO Headquarters-

Suho: You’re back.

Y/N: Sorry it took me a little bit longer

Suho: Did you have a nice chat with your friend?

Y/N: We had an honest conversation, so yeah.

Suho: What did he say?

Y/N: He wanted to send me to Europe. Wasn’t too happy when I declined.

Suho: But he still thinks you work for them

Y/N: I don’t know what you mean. I’m a loyal agent.

Suho: *laughs*

Suho: Sure you are.

Y/N: He was a little worried because we lost contact for a while, but I gave him the files, which should be enough to make them trust me.

Suho: Good. As long as you can spill information to them, we should be fine.

Y/N: How am I supposed to do that without knowing the plan? Care to finally tell me what we are going to do?

Suho: *stares at you*

Suho: Okay, but you will only tell them what I tell you to tell them and when I tell you to tell them.

Y/N: Wow! That was confusing. But sure, go ahead.

Suho: We are going to expose our rival gang at the race.

Y/N: You mean the race that determines who gets the territory for drug trafficking?

Suho: Exactly! We already lost clients to them, now they want to expand. That’s why we’re getting rid of them.

Y/N: *nods*

Y/N: So Baekhyun wins the race and then what? The police isn’t even aware of this new gang.

Suho: That’s where your services are needed. Since the police still thinks you are loyal to them, you will let them know when and where this illegal street race is going to take place.

Y/N: They will definitely want to confront you there.

Suho: Yes. But they won’t get to us. You are going to pretend that we didn’t give you all the details. The only thing they get to know is the location of the finish line. They will be waiting for us there.

Y/N: You will be there too. Care to explain how you’ll get out of this? The police will take actions as soon as Baekhyun arrives there.

Suho: Yeah but he won’t. Baekhyun knows that he needs to stay behind the other racer. He will just take another street before the race is over.

Y/N: So the rival gang will drive directly to the police and you don’t have to deal with them anymore.

Suho: *nods*

Y/N: That might actually work. But one more thing…

Suho: *raises eyebrow*

Y/N: When this is over, I’ll be out. I’m tired of pretending. After this, I will cut my ties with the police and become a full member of EXO. However, this means that you won’t get that much information about their proceedings anymore. They will find out I tricked them.

Suho: That’s alright. We may lose a vital source of information, but Kyungsoo still has keys to the department. We’ll find our ways.

Y/N: *nods*

Y/N: Cool. When do we start?

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randomkpopposts · 6 years

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Due to my boredness and lack of requests I made this ^^ hope you like. ~ Mafia exo K when they are using you to get close to a rival gang but don't like how they are getting close to you

#mafia au #exo k #exo #kpop #oh sehun #kim jongin #kyungsoo #suho #chanyeol #baekhyun #exo scenarios #fake texts #please #request #bored #gang rp

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ihobii · 6 years

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The War

Fandom(s): EXO,NCT, and Red Velvet

Type: Multi-chapter

Part: CH.1 - Prologue

Summary: Exo. The name alone brought the people fear. The infamous gang resided in Seoul, South Korea but was well known around the world. With a powerful sub-gang and dominant alliances, they were unbeatable. Exo consisted of 12 leaders and hundreds of men. The 12 leaders were a family. With many enemies coming for their heads they strived to be the most powerful. With old enemies coming to light, how will Exo deal with love and betrayal while still defending their honor. Will Exo continue to be one or will they crumble once and for all?

Third Person POV

“They betrayed us. Hyung they betrayed us! They lied and pretended to care. All so that can find out our weaknesses and expose them to the enemy!”

Disbelief. That’s all that Kim Junmyeon, the co-leader of Exo could feel upon the revelation. The powerful leader, the one who would torture someone until they gave him what he wanted, could do nothing but stare at his members. His brain working on overdrive tried to make sense of what had become of their situation. He couldn’t think about how and when everything went wrong. Things were looking well, their enemy had been quiet, they had just expanded their territory, and most of all they had only recently signed an agreement with Super Junior stating that their sub-gang NCT will now be working for them as a peace agreement between the two powerful gangs.

It was then did Suho realize that their peace was really the calm before the storm.

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1 month earlier

Third Person POV

Seoul was a very popular city. With companies starting up left and right it's no wonder it’s one of the most richest cities in the world. With great food, people and culture, it definitely earned their popularity. Although it’s atmosphere was very well-known around the world there was also a much sinister reason for why the city was so popular. The city was home to the infamous gang, Exo. Under their rule, the city was almost always on their toes for an all out gang war but with such a powerful gang ruling it was a very much safe place.

Exo is a gang consisting of 12 head members with a sub-gang and multiple alliances.. Kim Junmyeon and Wu Yifan, better known as Suho and Kris, were co-leaders to the gang. Both, who although have opposite personalities, can be in sync with how they rule their empire. Lu-Han, Lu, and Kim Minseok, Xiumin, were Kris’ and Suho’s right hand men respectively. The men both were in charge of the gangs drug trade and often dealt with the clients. Oh Sehun and Kim Jongin, Kai, were the gangs trainers, making sure everyone were in shape and ready to fight at any moment. They were often the first line of attack, leading their team into combat and clearing way for the rest of the gang. Byun Baekhyun, Park Chanyeol, and Kim Jongdae, Chen, or in other words the gangs beagle line, contrary to their looks, were the ones who took to torturing their prisoners for their needed information. Huang Zi Tao and Zhang Yixing were in charge of their weapon trade, making sure a gang paid enough and that no one was stealing from them. And last but certainly not any less dangerous was Do Kyungsoo or D.O., he was the gangs mastermind, not only does he watch the gang as they go on their missions but he is said to be able to hack into even the hardest of protected files.

The gang although rumored to have significant others, had never been seen with said partner, thus making things hard for minor gangs to find a weakness.

Exo’s sub-gang was the infamous Red Velvet, named after their skill in how smooth their missions were completed. Exo also had many alliances with other fairly large gangs such as Super Junior, Shinee, F(x), SNSD and TVXQ. This superb alliance is known as SM-Town.

Red Velvet was a fairly new subunit to Exo consisting of only five members. Although the subunit was very new it was said that they had been training under SM-Town since they were able to walk. They are essentially known as Exo’s little sisters. The gang consisting of five beauties were highly skilled assassins. The sub-gang is lead by the oldest member,Bae Ju Hyun, Irene. To the civilians Irene was a true beauty, but many say she’s the most dangerous. With her intense gaze and seductive glances, she lures her targets in and once they are captured by her being, she’ll strike. Kang Seul Gi, Seulgi, was the definition of grace. Her reflexes sharp and controlled definitely lives up expectations and then some. Son Seung Won, Wendy, was the only member who was raised on foreign land. Growing up abroad allowed the group to gain much knowledge of how potential enemies could be ruling. Wendy, with her intense knowledge about the gangs in the America’s has helped their leaders greatly. She not only gave then insight how their rule but also some weaknesses she happened to come across. Park Soo Young, Joy, was the gangs’ hoaxer. While she specializes in luring in the old men and then killing them much like Irene, she chooses to work silently thus not much information can be found on her. She is said to have beauty that can rival her leader though many don’t know exactly what she looks like. The secrecy though was nothing compared to how their youngest member is portrayed. Many would even go so far as to say that she was just a rumor conjured up by the gang to create a sense of mystery and fear to those that dare challenge them. Not much is known about the fifth member besides her age and ‘name’. She was only known as Yeri and that she was the youngest of the entire subgang. It is rumored that she could even fool other gang leaders into believing her to just be an innocent face though no one was ever able to prove that.

These five members made up EXO’s central line of authority. Besides the 12 leaders, they were essentially the ones in charge. Any missions involving disguise and seduction were ordered and conducted by these sole 5 women.

The alliance SM-Town ultimately came from a single gang that ran a rather large empire in South Korea. The gangs leader Lee Soo Man had then decided to split his empire into multiple sub-gangs as a final wish so that the empire would still stand strong, thus creating SM-Town. The alliance essentially was one empire with different units focusing on one specific area. The empire that was left behind by Lee Soo Man has, since his passing, been thriving and becoming more powerful each day that passes by.

Though Seoul is essentially ran by EXO, there are also multiple other gangs that rule other provinces in South Korea. Some of which include 2ne1Bang, Bangtan Sonyeondan, and SEVENTEEN. Though these gangs are separate and also have a reputation, they all choose to be civil with one another.

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Suho POV

I was in my office looking over some files that Kyungsoo had managed to find on the smaller gangs that wanted to purchase guns from us. Xiumin was out with Lu Han checking up on our warehouses so I was stuck doing all the paperwork by myself. While scanning over a new gangs profile I saw that they had connections to a well known gang called ‘Madhatters’, stupid name if you ask me but whatever.

Wanting to know more about the gang I go to find Kyungsoo. Standing up and stretching my limbs and hearing those pops are always so satisfying, maybe not as much as screams but close enough. Grabbing the file of the small gang I leave the office and walk downstairs.

Passing by the living room, I come across a pretty ordinary site. The beagle-line plus Tao leaning over a sleeping Kris giggling while holding a black marker. Deciding to make my presence known I make my way over.

“Kids make sure he doesn’t have his knife on him when he wakes up or else I’m going to have to buy you four your caskets” and as I expected they all jumped, shocked by my presence.

“H-hyung when did you get here?! We weren’t drawing on Kris-hyungs face or anything, right guys?” the oldest of the bunch, Baekhyun stated.

Raising an amused brow, I watch as they all nodded their heads in sync. Hearing movement on the couch they all slowly turned around and to their horror see Kris waking up. Fearing for their lives they all but sprinted out the room. Chuckling in amusement I make my way over to a now awoken Kris staring at where the kids just left.

Hearing my chuckling, he turned to stare at me wondering why I was laughing. Realization soon crossed his face.

“They did it again didn’t they?”

“What makes you think that babe?”

Sighing in exasperation, “I don’t maybe because the kids ran away as soon as I woke up?”

Making my way over, I sit down near his chest and run my fingers through his hair. “Don’t go too hard on them, let them be kids for awhile before they have to get back to work.”

“Whatever you say eomma, you spoil the kids too much.” he retorted. I didn’t have a response to that because it was true so I just let him lean into my touch. After a few minutes I suddenly remembered that I had to find Kyungsoo, “Have you seen Kyungsoo around I have something I need him to do.”

Hearing a grunt I took that as a no so I got up to go find him myself. What I didn’t expect though was to be grabbed by the wrist and then suddenly finding myself between Kris and the back of the couch. Yelping in surprise I tried to escape. Seeing as it was useless as I was trapped in Kris’ arms I stopped struggling.

“Ya! Why’d you do that for?” I said while hitting him in the shoulder.

“I’m still tired and you’ve been stuck in your office for a few hours already so let’s take a nap.”

Sighing, “We can take a nap after I find Kyungsoo.”

“Why do you need to find him so bad?” Kris cracked his eyes open.

“I wanna see what he knows about the gang ‘Madhatters’.”

“Madhatters, isn’t that the gang where we killed some of their men that we found were undercover?”

“Yeah, it seems that they’re making more alliances. I found a small gang that’s under their control so I wanted to see if we should be worried or not.”

Third Person POV

Before Kris could respond, there was a crash and yelling in the next room over. Suho looked back at Kris and Kris knowing fully well what that look meant sighed and let his boyfriend go. Smiling in thanks, Suho gave Kris a peck and went off to check on the ruckus.

Stopping at the doorway, Suho suddenly turned around and said to his boyfriend, “You might wanna go wash up before the marker stains.” Narrowly avoiding a thrown pillow he finally left the room all the while laughing at his boyfriends antics.

What Suho walked into was not something he expected but also not out of the ordinary. The bunch that ran off earlier somehow managed to convince Yixing into a game of twister. The horrid game was a suggestion from Jongin and Sehun to make sure that all the leaders stay in their best shape.

Yixing who was convinced to play with the bunch seemed to be quite enjoying himself in the mess of tangled limbs. Although quite often he says that he plays to work on his flexibility,(We all know that's a lie, I mean have you seen his body rolls?!) everybody knew he did it as an excuse to be able to touch people's butts. Though no one ever gets surprised anymore when they feel a hand of their butt.

Suho POV

At the moment Baekhyun seemed to be inches away from completing a split. Chanyeol and Jongdae were both so tangled up with each other that the only way to tell whose limbs were whose was the lengths of said limbs. Yixing on the other hand seemed to be quiet comfortable with his back bend. Taotao was a completely different story, he was so twisted up that I think we might’ve had to go to the hospital if he’d been anyone else.

“Ummmm, guys? Need some help there? Wait don’t answer that, what was that crash?” Suho asked.

“Ahhhh that, well ummm you see hyung I was going to lose my balance and I sorta maybe….Brokeyourvasethatyoujustboughtyesterday!”

Baekhyun barely managed to rush those words out before he bowed his head awaiting punishment. The other four also looked scared.

It was a tense few minutes before the sound of chuckling reached the group of four ears.

“Hahahahahahahahaha! That ol’thing? I just bought it because the ajumma was nice!”, I took amusement in their faces. As soon as I said that it wasn’t of any value, you could’ve assumed that a wrecking ball came through the house with how fast they’d all fallen. Chuckling still I went on to what my mission was.

“Have any of you guys seen Kyungsoo?”, they all shook their heads.

“He might be in the black-room Junmyeon-ge” the youngest suggested.

“Thank you Taotao.”

Leaving the dining room I start making my way to finally deliver Kyungsoo’s newest assignment. Stopping at the doorway I turn to remind the kids to clean up the broken glass.

“Kid’s remember to clean up all that glass.”

“Yes eomma” they chorused. Rolling my eyes at the childish insult i make my way down the hallway and up the stairs. Arriving at the third floor where most of our technological equipment is at, I make my way down the hall till I arrive at a black door. I knocked and without waiting for a response I walked in. Walking in I see that Jongin, Sehun, and Kyungsoo seem to be having a video call meeting with Red Velvet. Hearing me walk in they all went to face where I was. Seeing as it was on Red Velvet on call I decided that I could just say what I needed without any worry about it getting out.

“Kyungsoo, when you’re done with your meeting I need you to gather information for me about Madhatters please. Continue on.” Turning to leave I moved to grab the handle only to stop when a voice reached my ears.

“Wait! Oppa did you say Madhatters? As is the gang that’s controlling those smaller gangs?” Irene asked.

“Yeah, that’s them.” Turning to face the girls on the screen I see them fidgeting. “What about it?”

It was Wendy that answered, “Well it’s just that they contacted us through a lesser known gang. We knew it was them because we did some research ourselves but they said that they want a meeting with EXO so that you guys can ‘cut off the loose ties’ according to them, whatever that means. It seemed that they knew the best way to get to you guys was through the little sisters.”

“When was this?”

“We got the message about two weeks ago but we were on another mission, sorry oppa.”, Yeri apologized, ever the sweetest she is.

“What are we gonna do hyung?” Sehun asked.

Switching my focus from the girls to EXO’s maknae, “ Well, we’re gonna need to find out all we can about the gang and then I’ll talk to Kris about what we should do. Kyungsoo can you get to that right away?” At Jongin’s nod I say proceed to say my goodbyes to the girls and guys and leave the room.

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sweetjekyll · 4 years

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Your Gasoline Scent ─ OSH (preview)

pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader

summary: He's determined, stubborn and loyal, perhaps too immature at times, but when Oh Sehun is behind the wheel, he’s a street racer and a damn good one at that. The rush of adrenaline from when he’s racing is something that he cannot describe with words, the overwhelming sensation from crossing the finish line and everyone is cheering for your victory. Expensive cars, money, girls and the glory for being one of the best illegal street racers in Seoul... He had it all, but was it enough?

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A/N: This a quite short preview of a series I have been planning for quite a while for Sehun. Please let me know what you think and if you are interested in reading it, feedback is always appreciated and more than welcome <3 I don’t think I will post it unless people actually want to read it, cause I’m doing this for fun since I write things I wish to read (idk if that makes any sense, anyway, enjoy!)

Sehun could feel the whole car around him as if it were a living being, a beast waiting to be unleashed from its cage by the way the rumbling of the engine was slowly overtaking his senses. The smell of the tires rubbing against the asphalt was filling his nose already, despite the fact that he had yet to start the race. There was this anticipation that made his heart beat slightly faster, he was getting excited to run, although it didn’t show in his expression, so calm and collected, eyes sharp on the road before him.

He looked to his right at his current opponent for the night, some guy who wanted to try his luck with a Camaro and make some good cash. His cockiness as he spoke to some girls could almost trick someone into thinking that he was confident, yet Sehun could see past the façade and just take a glimpse at how nervous he was to go against one of the racers from Exo’s gang, he moved too much and was fidgety. Many like him came countless of times to try and snatch their Kings of the streets titles, but this was Exo’s territory and they weren’t going to give it up.

“Sehun,” someone called for his attention and he turned his head to the left, being met with Junmyeon’s face, his forearms leaning on top of the lowered window. “Dongyul changed his bet, are you up to race for pink slips?”

Junmyeon was giving him a suspicious smile, it wasn’t big or anything, but it was smug for sure. “You want the car?” Sehun raised his eyebrows as he made a small nod towards his opponent’s vehicle, a devilish grin gracing his handsome face.

“I’ll give you my share of tonight’s win,” Junmyeon proposed, it seemed like a fair deal to both of them. There weren’t any reasons to worry about losing, you either drive to cross the finish line or you don’t bother racing at all, that was what they reminded each other before any race.

“Alright, it’s a deal,” Sehun chuckled and Junmyeon gave him a pat on the chest, then left to inform the other driver that they were going to run for their cars and the money they previously bet. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror as he ran one of his hand through his black hair, then let his arm dangle out of the window as he let his eyes lazily scan the crowd on his left; so many people always gathered from all parts of the city and even from outside to watch the races. It was risky considering police could storm them at any moment, but it was part of the fun.

His pupil’s didn’t make it that far before he spotted you in the crowd. You were wearing a plain, short black dress with your hair loose on your shoulders, your eyes were glued to him with a captivating glimmer that made his right hand grip the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. It felt like you two had been glaring at each other for an eternity until Sehun forced himself to break eye contact when he reached for his smartphone in his jeans and quickly typed in a text. “Are you finally up for that drink with me?”

Sehun’s eyes immediately looked up from the screen and went back on you, meanwhile you just looked down at your phone and replied to him. “Bold of you to assume I’m here to have a drink with you.”

The small vibration made him look down once again. “Then why are you here?”

“I need a driver.”

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fairyshuuu · 5 years

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wild valley pt1 | chanyeol

.summary. Park Chanyeol; sweat rolling down a naked back mixed with motor oil, you; white sugar sticking to your gums at sunset– ice cream flavored. Drugs, booze, money. He’s everything you’re not, the question is – for how long? .word count. 6k .mechanic!au | gang!au | car shop!au. .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. romance, angst (smut in the future)

.warnings. criminal activity, mature language .author’s note. i’m so excited to start this series, i hope you’re ready to go on an adventure. if you like this universe, please consider reading everyone else’s works because they are all amazing and you’ll definitely enjoy everyone’s part of the collab! thank you!!

♫ let me set the mood ♫

teaser. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6. part 7. (m) part 8. (m)

Though you’ve met people on a daily— flashing through the motions like a flashback, and you’ll surely meet a lot more before the day is over; you’ll only ever meet one person you’ll truly call wild. He carries himself with the force of a wild stallion, the roar of a lion, and is perhaps the only person who can keep up with you. The only person you long to keep up.

In the bright, rising sun, you brush your hair away from your damp neck and look around the dusty street. Crushed cans litter the sidewalk, cigarettes still smoking as they meet the cement. The heat seems to beam up from the earth itself, clinging to the houses and making them slump into themselves. You glance at your phone again, before lugging the heavy suitcase behind you. Blisters fight their way up around your heels, the skin chafed and tender from the travel.

Both sides of the road are lined by houses, both small and slightly bigger, ranging in colors from brown and grey to red brick. Telephone cables are strung low between the houses, and while there is an overdose of them, there’s barely any trees to give any shade. The streets look old, both by color and wear, black streaks covering the pale gray. Across the street, a low hanging black car stands parked— gleaming in the sun. It’s not the only fancy car you’ve seen since arriving.

Before the grey plastered house at the corner you hold, looking up. One of the red roof tiles has dropped and is now laying next to the door, shattered into small shards. You pull your lips tight, before ringing the doorbell and stretching your arms in front of you. The taxi ride from the airport had been long, and you are the first to admit that a soft bed will be your only lover for the next week or so.

Two cars pass while you wait, heavy rumbles falling from the engines as they race down the street. With a creak the door swings open, and before you can process two arms are wrapped tight around your neck. The body crashes into yours without holding back, an excited giggle falling from your lips. Two wet kisses are pressed to your cheeks, before you get enough room to breathe. “Baby sister,” the young woman in front of you sighs, relief dripping from her eyes.

“Hey, sis.” You look over your shoulder, and at the people strolling with their hats pulled low over their eyes, before smiling wide. “Pretty place,” you mouth, pulling up your nose against the tickle creeping up. At your sister’s quick smack to your shoulder, you laugh and grab hold of your luggage. “That sounded sarcastic, but I’m serious. For starting from nothing, you’ve done well for yourself. I’m proud of you, sis.”

She flushes slightly, and brushes her long tan-colored hair over her shoulder, shaking her head. “Just come in, you. It’s been a while.” She takes your suitcase from you, and walks into the significantly cooler hall, glancing back at you every few seconds. Her face is sharper than you remember it being, with some freckles littering her cheeks because of the summer weather. “You must have had it harder than I thought, if you decided to leave after all. I hope… I know it’s not home, but I hope you’ll like it here.” She pats her hand on the wall of the narrow hall while you take off your shoes, and nods to herself. “The people here are welcoming, and kind. I’m sure you’ll fit right in, with that awfully positive attitude of yours.” She giggles when you smile up at her.

“You know I’ve always felt more at home when you were around, Yuna. Don’t worry, I’m sure I won’t get homesick. It’s good to see you again, I missed you.” Your big sister stares for a little longer, before nodding and dragging the case behind her.

“I know,” she mumbles, before cocking her head into the house. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” With her excited steps in front, she leads you up the steep stairs and through another small office-like room, before arriving at a big blue door. It has clouds painted all over, with a coat hanger right in the middle. Your sister smiles, before giving a guilty grin. “You can paint that later. I didn’t get to it yet.”

Though you hum as you push open the door, you smile. “Maybe I’ll leave it. It has a charm.” You both laugh, before entering the small single-person room, cleared out in a hurry. The bed is made with all white bedding, the dresser still half open from the clean. “What, you kicked out your housemate just for me?”

“Oh, that?” your sister grins, before plopping your luggage down next to the door, and looking around the dark purple room. “No, she was moving in with her boyfriend anyway, I just made her hurry it up a little more than planned.” Her smile is small, but the gentle glint in her eyes says enough. “You’re totally welcome here, don’t worry.”

You take a deep breath, before nodding and staring at your feet. “Really though, Yun. Thank you.”

She gives a tight lipped nod, before pulling you close and pressing a kiss on your head. “You’re welcome, Dew.” She looks around the room then, and back at the stairs. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll order take-out for you, I know how much you love Chinese. Bet it’s been a while, huh?”

“Ever since you last visited, I think,” you nod, stepping more into your new space. You don’t remind her that that must have been more than two years ago. Yuna smiles and pulls her hair up into a ponytail, before gesturing you to get settled. The carpet under your feet is soft but feels cold, as you watch her skip down the stairs. With a deep sigh you bend down and zip open your bag, kneeling before it. All your important belongings are in this one carrier, you think, all memories and all sentiments stitched into the seams.

You pick up the frame on top, and stare at it for a second. Young mom, young dad, little Yuna and even smaller you. They all still smile, which is a foreign sight nowadays. Still, you smile as you put it to your side, and start pulling out your sweaters. Soon this room will feel more like home, you can already feel it. You’ll just have to paint over the ugly purple walls, is all. You giggle when you hear Yuna squeak downstairs, most likely dropping something much like you remember her clumsy self.

You hold out your grey university sweater in front of you, before tossing it on your bed and following close behind. The bed creaks when you land on it with a giggle. You roll over and stare at the ceiling, before breathing in the air of this new city. The thick feeling stuck to your lungs is still very much present— you doubt it’ll fade anytime soon. But still, the smell of mint and the smell of oil are refreshing. You swallow. Everything here smells like gasoline, the cars, the buildings, the people. Soon you’ll smell like gasoline too, and you’re aching to make a spark.

If the garage smells like one thing, maybe he’d say it smells like devotion. The smell of metal, and salt of the hours of hard work spent. It smells of rust, of oil and gas, of fire and of rubber tires, and to Chanyeol it smells like affection. He’s never been one for sentiments, but this place is the closest he has to an offspring, and the suffocating heat that collects behind the metal gate feels like home. The shop is a mess, a total of four unfinished cars in states of disrepair at his hands and at his mercy too.

The one from under which he straightens up from is a deep red mustang, and a piece of crap in his opinion. She’s old and has had multiple changes of parts already, and she’s luckily not his. Chanyeol would rather eat lead than buy a piece of crap like the one standing in the middle of the garage, since he sees the cars he owns as lovers. The 65’ model is a beauty though, despite that, and that’s why he’s putting in so much effort to keep her going. Putting the rusted bolts on the trolley next to him, he runs the back of hand across his forehead and sighs.

Coming from the back room sounds a voice, soft despite the loudness of the AC, and Chanyeol needs to lean back to hear him. “Howzit working out there, Yeol?” The tall, blonde man walks into the room with a rag swung over his shoulder, and ties the arms of his overall around his waist, leaving his chest free. Small beads of sweat sit on his collarbones from being in the back all afternoon. Chanyeol shakes his head as he looks back at the car, before grabbing the rag to clean the thick, black fluid off his hands.

“I changed part of the rear axle and the bolts to get her lower on the floor, but I can’t really do much about the corners,” he mumbles, voice deep. “Byun just needs to ease off the throttle when she under-steers in the turns, I’ve told him before. He’s asking me to fix something that’s isn’t even possible with his car.” His calloused hands tighten around the rag when he finishes, looking over at the younger when he hums.

“You know Byun. He likes to think he’s the main in an action movie. He’s gonna drive that baby into the floor, there’s not much you can do about it, Yeol,” Sehun says. Chanyeol sighs, before nodding and swinging the rag around his neck to pat the hood of the sleek, cherry Mustang. The fingerprints he leaves are like bruises on tender skin, love bites of his passion for cars. If he were asked to explain, maybe people would find it weird, but Chanyeol knows Sehun understands. The kid has just as much love for cars, if not more.

Running a hand through his icy, white hair, Chanyeol points towards the main door of the garage. “I’ll finish up some of the engine stuff later, I’m gonna go grab something to eat at 6th. You coming?”

Sehun lifts his lip and frowns, before sighing. “I can’t, sorry. I still need to work on the little beast over in the corner, and I’ve been slacking. Rain check though?”

Chanyeol nods and jams his arms in his overall, zipping it up high enough to be considered decent but low enough to let in some fresh air. “Sure. Don’t wait up if I don’t come back right away.” As he walks toward the door, Sehun turns on his heel though, and makes a dramatic gasping noise.

“So that’s why you always go to that same shitty diner. What, have you finally found someone you like?” Though there’s a playfulness in his voice, Chanyeol can’t help but wonder if it is meant as a genuine question about his sanity and persona at once. He sighs, but decides to be honest as he pulls open the stained metal and lets in the coldness of a breeze.

“No, I haven’t. I’m busy, I don’t have time for women and- liking people.” Sehun pulls a disbelieving face, but then just smiles and turns back toward the car. Maybe the look stems from the fact that Chanyeol was quite the ladies man just a few years ago or maybe because he still has his fair share of nightly outings like the lot of them, but Chanyeol is generally truthful. His life is busy as it is, and in his line of work intimacy doesn’t come easy. “Just don’t drop a wrench on your foot, idiot. I’m going. And no smoking indoors, Oh Sehun!” At the sharp giggle that rings out, Chanyeol steps out, letting the metal gate clash closed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket easily. The screen has too many cracks to count, because unlike his cars he doesn’t care much about this piece of metal.

No missed calls, which is always a good sign. He puts the phone back in it’s confinement, before fishing out a Marlboro pack and picking out a smoke. As he holds the thing between his lips and strikes the lighter, a recognizable screech makes it’s way down the wide street. He lights his ciggie and takes a deep pull as he watches the blue of a shape speed closer, chest rumbling with something that could build to be a song. The car speeds down the road and past his garage, only to stop harshly at the end of the road. The 66’ deep blue Miura P400 is parked a good thirty feet away from his feet, and though Lamborghini's aren’t his kind of car, he’s always had a knack for spotting the princesses in donkey skin.

A familiar tingle makes it’s way down his spine as he watches the driver get out and enter a shop across the street, knowing how easy it would be to unlock the old car and spark her to a start. It would take him not even a full two minutes, and yet he knows that his disobedience wouldn’t be appreciated. Besides, he doesn’t work like that anymore. So instead he takes another pull, and lets the smoke deep in his lungs. It’s always been easy for Chanyeol to drown in the heat. It’s always felt like second nature, that deep burning of desire between the spaces of his rib cage that beg to be ignited.

And he burned the brightest, everyone who knows him now was there when he did and will confirm it in a heartbeat. Though many of his fires have dimmed to mere embers with time, it’s always been easy for him to drown in the heat and now he has addictions that aren’t easily shaken. Smoking is one of them. He’s never been one to see it as a part of dying, not like some people refuse to touch a cigarette with a stick like the thing itself carries disease. He’s lived with death, ran alongside it for long enough to feel the smoke in his lungs as something familiar. As he breathes out, the driver comes back outside.

He’s tall, and wears a leather jacket with a logo that Chanyeol doesn’t recognize. When the stranger turns both ways to check the street, they meet eyes, and for a moment he pauses. When Chanyeol takes another pull, the man gives him a little nod and looks away. The Miura is driven out of sight quickly after, leaving him with the thick longing of getting to know not the driver— but the car. He drops his shoulders at the possibility of that, and tosses the stub on the ground to put it out under his feet. With a last cloud he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and starts walking.

The grass that sticks from between the sidewalk is carrying small yellow flowers now, enjoying the bright summer sun. Luckily the diner is not far, so he doesn’t mind walking the way. As he walks he keeps his eyes to the ground, though he glances around once in a while to check around him. Most people wouldn’t recognize his face, and those who do are smart enough to let him be, this he’s grateful for. The sun is already sinking lower and giving everything a soft, pink glow. As he rounds the last corner, it strikes him as odd, since the street is not totally abandoned.

He rights himself more, and strolls past multiple people casually, as he scans the area. The normally empty road almost seems lively, the smell of sweets filling the air. Admittedly, Chanyeol hasn’t been out a lot lately because of the heaps of work shoved on his shoulders, but the change is striking. He sighs deeply, before picking out another ciggie and lighting it, breathing out smoke with his annoyance. As he crosses the street to get to the diner, he frowns out of habit, letting thoughts devour him. The sweetness is slightly nauseating. With two big steps he makes his way to the door and grabs hold of the familiar metal, when a fruity voice breaks his silence. “Hey!” When he looks to the side, two bright eyes meet his.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your apron, and blink your lashes against the bright afternoon light. Yuna places her palms on the counter, and stares at the metal ice cream basket you plonked down ever so graciously. “Cream, machine, let it freeze as it stirs and take it out when half frozen. Done,” you repeat, glancing over your shoulder at her. Her pretty face is held in a frown, but she does her best to smile while you take a spoon to taste the ice cream you’ve made. It tastes… pretty good.

“Yeah, that’s all. You know how to make the waffles too, right?” You nod a curt yes, before her brows unlace from each other. “Good, just— don’t play around too much, ‘kay? This place is my baby, and it’s the only thing paying for the house and I-”

“I’ll do my best, Yuna, I promise. It’s good to know that you don’t think I’m totally incompetent,” you wink, slotting the new ice cream basket into the display next to the others. Standing near it in this weather is a blessing.

Your sister smiles, before swinging her arm around your shoulder. “Not totally, no. I just think you’re mildly incompetent.” She laughs along with you when you turn to her with your spoon, ready to smack it on her head. You give up when she holds her hands in front of her in a silent plead, smiling. “Right. I’m going now, you got this. Work hard and sell a lot, if you can. You saw how I did it, so I believe in you.”

“Thank you, sis. Go do business!” With a wave she slips out the door, and leaves you alone for the first time today. You’ve only started work a few hours ago, but that was with Yuna by your side, who’s basically a veteran at this by now. Being alone in the small store gives a weird feeling, though it’s nice to feel responsible for once. If you work hard, she might let you work here full time until you go back to school— a miracle because, ice cream.

Two people walk up the sidewalk, a couple strolling in the midday glow. As they get closer, you smile and give them a little bow. “Good afternoon. Would you like some ice cream? We’re selling at half the price today because it’s my first day.” The girl catches your eyes right away, widening with excitement as the delicious colors appear. Even before she asks, the boyfriend seems to know because he puts out his butt and reaches for his wallet.

“Yes, please.” She comes to stand on the step in front, and smiles. “For me, one strawberry, one lime please.”

“Would you like that in a cup or a cone?”

“Cone, please.”

“Coming right up. And for you?” you turn to the young man, who just shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown hair.

“I’m good, I gotta-”

The girl groans though, taking his hand and shaking it. You’ve got the woman’s ice cream finished in a second, and slide it carefully in the stand. “Come on, Minseok, just get an ice cream. Don’t you see how good they look?” You laugh a little at them both, and bite your lip.

With a roll of his eyes, he gives in. “Double coffee flavor, please. In a cone.” You nod and prepare the second ice cream quickly, as he takes out his money. Carefully you hand the cone over, before walking to the register.

“That’ll be… $3,04.” With that the man hands you a fiver, before starting to walk away. He just mouths ‘keep the change’, and grabs his girlfriend’s hand to continue down the sidewalk. You stare them down for a little longer, before sighing and looking around the street again. It’s not very busy, but there’s people walking, which is a good sign. You just need them to get close enough to lure them into your sweet-smelling trap. You giggle softly to yourself while you think that, because there’s not really much you have to do for people to crave ice cream. As long as you can get their attention—

Right as you think that, a tall man comes walking across the road, towards you. He’s slumped forward a little, a cigarette held casually between his lips and his hands in the pockets of his blue overalls. His hair is a striking icy white against his golden skin. As he gets closer you notice the frown on his face, and almost decide to stay quiet. He glances over his shoulder, before reaching for the door of the building right next to yours, oblivious to your gaze on him.

Without being able to help it, you lean forward across the counter. “Hey!” you call, giving him a little smile. He looks up slightly confused, and definitely mildly annoyed. You don’t let that stop you though. “Could I tempt you?” You point down at the ice cream to drive the point home, watching as he gives you a one over. Despite his harsh expression, he has a handsome face, you notice, with soft features and a sharp jawline.

The man clenches his jaw, before raising his one eyebrow. “You’ve got the wrong one, sugar.” He keeps one side of his mouth still as he talks to keep his smoke in his mouth, which makes him look even more annoyed. His dark brows make him look stern, and despite his still youthful face— he looks a good bit older than you. “You’re looking for Byun.” With that he grabs the handle and pulls open the door of the diner.

“I highly doubt that!” you quickly bring out, breathing out when he turns over his shoulder to look at you. When he doesn’t immediately say anything in response, you twirl your spoon in your hand, with a little smile. “I don’t know who Byun is, I’m new here, you see.” Again, the man stares at you with a blank face, blowing out a cloud grey smoke in your direction. You turn your face away a bit, to keep from coughing at the smell, and try again. “You really don’t want some ice cream? It’s probably hot in whatever factory you come from, and we’re selling half the price.”

Finally, he reacts, letting the door drop closed to fold his arms across his chest. Even with the over sized blue attire, you can tell that he’s pretty buff, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s really only from whatever work he does. He picks his dart out of his lips to hold it between his fingers, to cocks his head back a little. “I don’t like ice cream.” Harsh shadows fall on his face like that, the sun low enough to create a dappled pattern on his warm skin.

You nod, before lulling your head to the side. “Well, then come talk to me for a little bit!” You don’t know why you’re putting in so much effort, when you could surely talk to someone less grumpy, but something about him feels familiar. Not in the way Yuna feels familiar, and not in the way your friends from back home feel familiar. His attitude is about as far as you could get from it, and yet, you enjoy the deep tremble of his voice. It feels comforting in a way, warm but not burning. You’re sure that if he were to leave now, he’d remain in your head for a long while.

He takes another pull from his smoke, and then looks around the street— for what you’re not certain. When he blows out his smoke, he sighs. “I don’t like talking either.”

You give a little giggle, and put your ice cream scoop back in it’s watery bucket. “Hmh- I think you’d be in the minority for both there.” He doesn’t really react, but you’re starting not to mind as much. Maybe he’s just a really quiet person. You pick one of the failed waffles and plop a part in your mouth, talking with your hand in front of your mouth. “I just wanna make friends, ‘ya know? Have you lived here for long? Do you know my sister?”

He stares at you for a while without answering, his dark eyes connecting with yours without fail. When you look at the floor with warm cheeks, he hums. “For long enough.” His voice is so deep and gentle when he speaks, that you almost find it doesn’t fit his demeanor. After a while of just looking at each other in silence, he clears his voice. “And I don’t- who’s your sister?”

“Her name is Yuna, she’s the boss of this here shop.” You proudly glance up at the sign that hangs above your head, before smiling at him. Strangely, his thundery demeanor only makes you want to be more joyful, and you have no idea why. A persistent smile keeps tugging at your lips when you look at him.

He blinks twice, before shaking his head. “Never heard of her.” He puts out his butt on the cement instead of putting it in the ashtray next to the door, and shoves his large, calloused hands back in the pockets. His frown hasn’t left his face for a second, and it’s this that makes you pause.

With a small voice, you lace your hands together behind your back. “You really don’t want to be talking to me, huh?”

“Well noticed,” he sighs, lifting one of his brows again.

Though that stings just a little, you nod, and smile at him. “Okay, then. Have a good day! I’m Y/N, if we see each other again.” The man doesn’t say anything else, just gives you a little nod and then pulls open the door of the diner again. The loud music from inside comes to meet your ears as he does, but fades just as quick as it came when he walks through the door and lets it drop closed behind him. You stare at the door until the image of his frown fades, and you look back at the street.

Chanyeol sighs as he sinks into the chair, hands limply laying on his thighs. Sweat is collected at his hairline, a cold drink sitting on the edge of the table in front. His black shirt clings to his chest because of the heat, sticking uncomfortably to his back like a tight hug. He frowns as he looks over the crowd, running his tongue over his teeth. The whole ordeal is not his place, hasn’t been for a while now, and yet— here he sits pressed in the booth right in the center of the club, able to view the entire room.

This is a privilege that comes with the reputation he must have. His fingers tremble slightly when he looks over his shoulder, looking for one of the bartenders. He’d like a smoke right about now, but even he isn’t allowed to smoke indoors and he doesn’t feel like pressing between the sweaty, dancing bodies to make his way to the door. Instead he reaches for the whiskey and swallows the thing down without thinking. A vicious burn sits at the back of his mouth, irritating his throat. He doesn’t let it bother him.

The club music is almost deafening, bass trembling through skin and bone and maybe he won’t stay long enough for it to shake him, but maybe he will. His friends are also lounging in the seats, some more occupied then others. The girl next to him has her tongue so far down his friend’s throat that she must be able to taste every drink he’s had in his entire life. Chanyeol just looks around for a bit, before he makes eye contact with one of the bartenders and lifts his glass.

“Aren’t you glad I dragged you out of your cave?” Baekhyun says, almost shouting because of the music. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, dark brown hair sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol can see that Baekhyun has more alcohol in him than he’s letting on, staring across the crowd for what must be a new body to enjoy. When Chanyeol doesn’t answer right away, the older swings an arm over his shoulder and squeezes. “Loosen up a little, Yeol. You’ve grown so damn reclusive since you moved out of my place.”

This ticks him off, though he tries his very best not to let it show. “You know why I can’t, Byun. Don’t try your bullshit on me, I’m not in the mood.”

Baekhyun pauses when he catches eyes with his friend, gaze softening a little. “You can do whatever you want, Yeol, the past is gone. I’m not saying you have to find yourself someone fuck, I’m genuinely wondering, is all. We all know you’ll fuck someone when you feel like it. I just need to know you’re good.” When Baekhyun raises an eyebrow in question, Chanyeol sighs and nods. At that moment, the bartender of earlier sheepishly walks up, and fills his cup, leaving the whole bottle on the table while he’s at it.

The white haired man sighs, before changing the topic. “How she drive now, anyway?” The aching in his lungs is distracting, his worked hands playing with the chain hanging from his belt.

Baekhyun hums. “She drives great, as always. You did a good job. She doesn’t shake like that anymore.” He tosses the last of his drink back and reaches for the bottle to fill up again. “You know, that rattling sound she made!”

“One day I’m not gonna be able to fix that rust bucket of yours,” Chanyeol mumbles, a smile pulling at his lips when Baekhyun gives him a comically offended look. “Get yourself a new one, for fuck sake.”

“How about you shut your mouth? Just do the job I pay you for and stop complaining.”

At that he can’t hold a grin. “You pay me jack shit, dumbass.” He swirls the whiskey in his glass and watches as it changes color because of the strobe lights. The girl next to him has now come to sit in his friend’s lap, and is still sucking face. With another smooth move he tosses the entirety of his glass back, and couches. “I’m setting off, guys. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” As he reaches to get up, slim fingers round his wrist.

“Yeol,” Baekhyun calls, prompting him to look back at his friend. Without another word the brunet pulls open his blazer and picks out a small bag, small blue pills filling it to the brim. Baekhyun asks a mute question with his eyes as he offers it to him, but Chanyeol puts his hand in his pocket while shaking his head the slightest bit.

“Not tonight, Byun. Thanks though.” With that he makes his way out of the group, saying goodbye to everyone and teasingly ruffling Junmyeon’s hair. He steps down the platform of the booth to weave between the dancing bodies. Some girls stare him down as he does, but he doesn’t feel like being nice tonight. And when he’s not nice, he brings on disaster. He prefers to keep tonight calm, making it to the door quickly. For the short two hours he’s been in the bar for, he feels pretty tipsy.

Those last couple of glasses would be to blame there. He takes a deep breath of the outside air, ignoring the people making out against the wall in front, and reaches in his pants for the familiar box. The flame is bright in the night, a bright red against the blue sky. The warm smoke makes it’s way in his lungs like a soothing balm, getting rid of the stress that built up in his muscles. The air is much colder now, but it feels nice. He takes a deep breath, and starts walking away from the club, crossing the street smoothly. Not many people will be racing tonight, he knows, since every worthwhile racer is collected in that bar.

He walks with slow but confident steps, enjoying the music as it fades into the distance. He didn’t park his car close. Chanyeol wasn’t going to let some drunk asshole scratch it up, or there would have been hell to pay. As he walks, the work he still has to do comes to mind. He still has the McLaren 12C Spider to work on, as well as one of his personally projects, and some touch ups for clients around town. As he walks, a face suddenly comes to mind. Your smile, and excited enthusiasm that would normally piss him off.

Though he pushes it down quickly after, you stay cemented far back in his thoughts, without reason. Finally he rounds the corner that reveals his prized possession, a 19’ Mercedes G-Class he got after trading his favorite car for Jongdae’s loss. He had been livid, but looking back now, it was a blessing in disguise. The blacked out windows gleam in the streetlights. He quickly hops in and drives her out off the street, ignoring the slight swaying of the street.

He’s driven cars when black out drunk before, so this is nothing. And even if he would get held up by the cops, he wouldn’t get in trouble. Exo owns this town, and everyone here knows it. He’s lucky to be where he is, with all honesty. If Junmyeon wouldn’t have picked him out of junior jail, he might have been in jail more than he would have been out. The drive to the garage is short. He doesn’t live here, but he’d rather not go to sleep tonight. Spending the rest of the early morning tinkering sounds that much more appealing. He throws a quick glance at the clock while parking her around the corner. 4:34 AM.

As he hops out, a sound catches his ear. The squeaking of metal. He frowns for a second, before reaching the front with big steps. Someone sits crouched in front of the garage door, with a wire cutter and clearly trying to force the lock of the door. Chanyeol clenches his jaw tight, before tossing his ciggie to the floor and crossing his hands over his chest. The harsh swell of his lungs is painful against the tight confinement of his ribs.

With all the self-control he can muster, he speaks out, voice deep in the otherwise silent street. “One more move and I’ll plunge a knife so deep between your shoulders that your grandmother feels it in her toes.” The person freezes for a second, before looking over with wide eyes. His face is covered with a face mask, but Chanyeol can immediately see he’s young. “You’re not messing with the right people, kid,” he rasps, pulling his black butterfly knife out of his shoe, and flicking it open.

The young man hesitates for a second, round eyes widening, before sprinting down the road. Though Chanyeol could easily chase him, by foot or car, he doesn’t. Instead he spits some of the leftover alcoholic taste on the floor, and stares at the retreating back of the dude. The blaring between his ears now gets painful, so he turns to get inside. When he does though, he catches a glint in his peripheral. Next to the damaged lock lays something, what turns out to be the wire cutters when he bends down to pick it up. Chanyeol sighs and puts his knife away again, before staring closer at the tool in his hands.

On the side, a name is written, messily scribbled like you would on your personal water bottle. When he reads it, Chanyeol’s eyes widen slightly in recognition. Yoonoh.

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