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technicallymilkshakes · 5 years

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Glorious

Genre: Fluff. Sentimental Fluff. Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Word Count 1.2k

Author’s Note: This is for @lucyandthepen for @exo-writers-net Secret Valentine’s Event. I’m sorry this is coming to you so late, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! Happy belated Valentine’s Day! <3

You dance on clouds. Small wisps float up between your toes. All the words you could've had are eclipsed by the sight before you.

“Baekhyun, what....”

Everything around you is beautiful. A canopy of clouds pool between mountain peaks. The sunrise washes over them like a watercolor painting. You can still see the stars in the western sky, diamond droplets on a velvet background.

Arms wrap around your waist. A chin drops onto your shoulder.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” Baekhyun whispers into your ear. He kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

It all started when you got home. After pulling another long shift, and you had just enough energy left to make two stops before home—one at Baekhyun's favorite local bakery for a cupcake that said 'I'm Sweet on You' and another at a small bookstore to buy a card that said I Love You in all the ways you couldn't.

As soon as you got home, you set your stuff down and went to find Baekhyun. He was where you predicted he'd be, in the small bedroom he had made into his gaming room/office.

You knocked on the door frame and waited. Baekhyun jumped. “Hey!” he said, quickly turning his monitor off and getting up to greet you. “Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.”

“Happy Valentine's Day.” You pulled the card and cupcake out from behind your back.

There was a simple comfort you found in making Baekhyun smile like this. It never changed and you never grew tired of it. It was a mixture of boyish delight tinged with shyness, like he couldn't wait to open it, but wasn't exactly sure what he'd done to earn it in the first place.

He opened the card, read it silently, then closed it and set it, along with the cupcake, down on his desk.

“Thank you,” he said, and kissed you, soft and sincere.

But he pulled away and looked nervous.

“I didn't buy you anything for Valentine's Day.”

“Oh.” You blinked.

It wasn't a big deal. You hadn't really wanted anything for Valentine's Day anyways. So you were a little confused with why it made you so upset. Maybe it was the gesture, the idea behind it; the knowledge that he might think of you in the times you weren't thinking of him. Except this time he hadn't. And that niggling little doubt returned to make you think: 'Ah. He doesn't love me as much as I love him.'

“That's okay,” you said, even though it was not. “You didn't have to get me anything. I'm gonna wash up for bed now, though. I'm really tired.” You smiled because maybe Baekhyun found comfort in smiles the way you did, then you went to the bathroom to shower and cry in peace.

Baekhyun looked up at you as soon as you exited the bathroom. All the furniture had been pushed against the walls and he sat there in the middle of all that empty space looking like a forlorn puppy.

“Sit?” He patted the space next to him.

You hesitated for a moment.

“Baekhyun, I'm really tired--”

“I want to take you flying.”

That stopped you. He was serious. So you listened. You sat.

“We're on the floor,” you said. “Are you gonna tell me the carpet's enchanted?”

“No.” He reached behind him and pulled out a VR headset. “Can I...?” He motioned as if to put it over your head. You lowered your head and he slipped it over your eyes.

It was black.

“Hold on. I'll be right back, okay? Don't move.”

You heard the soft footfalls of his socked feet move back down the hallway into his game room. The screen began to brighten, and then, life. Suddenly a river far below. Mountains, then trees and sky. Birds. It was like watching the creation of Earth. When you looked up, a ceiling of clouds brushed your head.

It even smelled: of lavender, of rain.

“I'm going to touch you now. Let's take you higher.”

Baekhyun's hands folded over yours. He tugged you gently forward, then with a gasp, you found yourself hurtling through the clouds only to emerge at the pinnacle of the world.

The wind up here.... you felt it. Felt the way your chemise fluttered against your legs, the chill of your wet hair set in. The sound rushed around you, swept you along and made you giddy.

A waltz began playing over the sound of wind, and Baekhyun gathered you close.

You dance on clouds.

“I have one more thing to show you.”

He takes you farther, his hand warm and sweaty in yours.

The moon hangs big and bright in the sky. A swing hangs from the apex of the crescent, ivy snaking down the ropes from which purple flowers bloom. A hand pushes gently down on your shoulder and you trust him enough to fall back onto a cushioned landing.

“Look right,” he tells you.

When you do, you see a comet, tail streaking past for what must be miles. Its glows a luminous pale blue, and as you sit in its wake, iridescent particles float past you.

“It's called Hyun04B. You can make a wish on it.”

A translucent hand tool appears on the screen and selects the comet. A drop down menu appears with the options to 'Catch Hyun04B' or 'Make a Wish on Hyun04B.'

“If you choose Make a Wish, it'll record a message. Just push this button while you talk,” he guides your fingers to the side of the VR headset, “and when you're done, it'll automatically save to the program so I can go back in later and listen to it. It comes around every 40 minutes, so you can make multiple wishes a day.

“I know how stressed you've been over money lately, and so I thought really hard about what I could do or make to help you. And so I thought, maybe I could be your genie if you tell me all your wishes.”

When he takes off the headset, you return to reality and find that it is not wanting. Baekhyun is flushed and apprehensive in front of you. The ceiling fan is still on, stirring the air lazily. In the corner, you spy Baekhyun's bluetooth speaker, and your aromatherapy diffuser is plugged into the wall by the couch.

“How was it,” he asks, to which you can only shake your head in reply and kiss him.

You feel like the human embodiment of Wonder. God may've made the world in seven days, but Byun Baekhyun did it in two months just for you.

“I do have one wish, though,” you tell him.

He raises an eyebrow, no doubt surprised you're asking him already.

You can't look him in the eye.

“Never stop loving me?”

“Baby, no,” he says and pulls you close, cheek pressed to your temple. “I never will.”

(Later, he dances 'Genie' by SNSD because he's clearly been holding it in and finally, finally gets to eat his cupcake.

“Ugh,” he says with his mouth still full. “I love you.”

You wipe crumbs off his t-shirt. “I love you more.”

He sticks the edible 'I'm Sweet on You' sticker to your cheek and kisses it.

“I love you the most,” he says and sticks his tongue out.

You smile and don't argue.)

A/N: To my secret valentine, even though this isn’t everything that you listed, I hope you still like it.

Thank you for reading and again, Happy Valentine’s Day!

(If you’re wondering, the Catch option displays a note that Baekhyun writes for you [a new one each time] and saves the comet to your inventory so that you can make one wish at any time without waiting 40 minutes.)

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99liners · 5 years

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skinny love ― pcy;

skinny love (n.) when two people love each other, but are too shy to admit, yet they show it anyway.

pairings: park chanyeol x reader (gender neutral)

words: 996 words

genre: fluff, comedy.

a/n: @morkmywords baby there ya go!! hope you like it uwu. also, a very happy valentine’s day.

mystery booth: it’s something i’ve just created. imagine like a small kinda booth with curtains all around it and a mirror in front of it. two people enter the booth from opposite sides and sit in front of each other and they can talk to each other but they won’t be able to see each other. you get me bebe?

chanyeol and you came to know each other in a very comical way if i must. it all started with when kim jongin realized he had a huge crush on jennie from blackpink. the whole of exo tried and failed into getting jongin to confess to jennie. even king of manipulation, byun baekhyun too.

who will tell the boy that if he doesn't confess, how else will jennie get to e v e r know? finally, chanyeol had enough and he started digging contacts from the entertainment companies. remember exo and 2ne1 had a crossover show once? yeah, chanyeol knows whom to ask for help. soon enough his search yielded your name as someone who is close to jennie.

you, y/n, blackpink’s hairstylist since their debut share quite a bond with the girls which is known among the entire yg entertainment.

no sooner than chanyeol had acquired this knowledge, than he already had the means to contact you and contact you he did boy. they say all great love stories start with a meme, well so did yours. a meme was all it took that got you guys talking. chanyeol was supposed to match up jongin and jennie but bitch did he even mention a part of that when you’d called him.

on receiving the anonymous meme you were confused but amused nonetheless. guessing it might be a school friend of yours, you called up the number but when the “hello” from the other side (pun intended) came, that surely brushed the air out of you. oof baby, you knew that voice, you knew that grave deep voice all too well from watching music bank all day. love shot had just come out and you knew which particular rapper that voice belonged to.

but still, you’d the balls to ask, “yes, who is this?”

chanyeol was at a loss of words for his part too, he didn’t know what to say. poor boy only had sent a text, who knew the other person would end up calling him while he was in the BATHROOM.

“hey, um, i’m chanyeol, of um, exo,” his voice reverberated through the walls of the bathroom which had you chuckling.

he went on about how he’s exo’s chanyeol for the next few minutes although you assured that you got him the first time. conversation after that went smoothly, he asked your name, what you do. i mean it was like a tinder match cause no one was talking about jenkai until you’d asked him how he found you out and why he texted you suddenly. to which he finally talked about jongin’s crush and “he’s shy please help him.”

soon enough you’d passed on the cryptic messages to your friend, jennie who was all too surprised to hear it all and might i add curious too for you and chanyeol decided not to let her know of the identity immediately but give her subtle hints.

like she knew you were talking about someone from exo, someone who is an amazing dancer but then again the benefit of doubt prevailed like air of mystery.

soon after you and chanyeol had planned how to get them to meet, it happened that you guys stopped talking altogether one morning. yours was the last text sent and he had seen it immediately but he didn’t reply.

weeks passed that way, he would change his profile pictures (kkt) and his cover photos too but he wouldn’t reply to you. you’d see his moods changing and different countdowns being added but he couldn’t reply to you? all it takes is a few seconds. it wasn’t like you were expecting more of him but you thought that you two had a connection, the friend’s bond if nothing more but he just refused to reply, didn’t he?

eventually, the day of the meeting came and you’d to escort jennie to the arcade as was part of the bargain while chanyeol would be bringing jongin over.

once you’d reached the entrance arcade and saw no one, you thought of texting chanyeol but you erased the message after typing it out. jennie looked at you puzzled, “what’s wrong?”

you shook your head and told her that they were on their way. waiting in front of the baseball post, you received a call from chanyeol. you picked it up immediately, then regretted it for not waiting for it to ring a bit more, and then regretted again to not even say hello even after picking it up. after you were done cursing yourself under your breath you finally greeted him and he asked you to come in front of the mystery booth.

upon reaching the same, you received a message from chanyeol who had texted you “enter the booth 1.”

it didn’t make sense to you, why would you enter? shouldn’t jennie enter?

after getting jennie into booth 2, you enter booth 1 and sit down.

no one was talking so you just sit in silence until you decided to break the silence, “you’re being a jerk you know by not replying.”

jongin just kept sitting on the other side quietly in absolute bewilderment, that wasn’t jennie’s voice? when did he not reply to her? does he even have her number? what in seven hells?

meanwhile, jennie steps out of the booth since no one is there on the other side and joins chanyeol who tells her what just happened and they keep standing there smiling like fools.

“i’m sorry?” jongin meekly started.

you sat as your eyes went an inch wider, what the fuck that’s jongin

bewildered, you come out and watch jennie and chanyeol snickering among themselves and trying to hold in their laughter. jongin came out and joined you, equally confused.

you caught chanyeol’s eye, his eyes had this twinkle you’d never seen in anyone else’s, his smile grew bigger as he kept staring at you, his eyes speaking volumes you’d like to hear from his mouth someday soon.

a/n: have a safe valentine’s y’all, keep loving yourself like i love you all <33

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feedback is deeply appreciated.✨

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messyscriptorium · 5 years

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Honest mistake.

Surprise! Happy Valentine’s Day @simplyyeol I really hope you enjoy this little thing. I got a little bit carried away and I hoped I could have written more of this Kyungsoo :(

This is a one shot written for the Secret Valentine event of EXO writers network.

Fandom: EXO

Type: Fluff. Comedy

Member: Do Kyungsoo (D.O).

Warnings: None

Word count: 1528

You hated blind dates with a burning passion. You didn’t need to go on a blind date to meet someone. In fact, your main problem was that you talked too much.

Your mum had warned you that men didn’t like that. But it wasn’t your fault! You just couldn’t stand awkward silence so you overshared. How was it your fault that male ego was so fragile that they couldn’t handle anything that wasn’t the sound of their own voice? You used to tell your mother that you wouldn’t want a man who couldn’t put up with your constant word vomit, either.

But at the age of 28, your determination was starting to falter and you found yourself agreeing to a blind date your mum had organised with the son of one of her co-workers. Which explained why you were sitting in a Starbucks, all by yourself, sipping on your latte while you eyed the door nervously. You only knew his name and a general physical description your mum had provided.

Your opinion on him was already biased, though. Who chooses to go to Starbucks for a first date? A moron, that’s who. But you promised your mother to keep an open mind and to “please, make it work, uh”. So you’ve dressed nicely and even arrived ten minutes earlier to cause a good impression.

He was fifteen minutes late.

That was not a good sign and you kind of hated unpunctuality. This dude just kept losing points with you. What if he didn’t show up? You would end up all dressed up at a Starbucks on a Thursday afternoon drinking coffee all by yourself. You didn’t even have your laptop with you so you could pass as some writer or college student taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi. You would just look like someone who just had been stood up.

Just as you were grabbing your things to leave, the door opened. A guy around your age entered the café and you studied him closely. Medium height, big eyes, thick eyebrows… he was handsome in a “your mum will love me” kind of way, his grave aura making him look really serious. That must be him, right?

He was looking at you, so you tried to disguise your previous impulse of leaving the place by plastering a smile to your face while you approached him. His eyes opened wider when he realised you were walking towards him and your smile turned from fake to pleased.

“Hello, I’m Kwon Bora’s daughter,” you greeted extending your hand for him to shake. “I’m sitting at that table, so when you’re done ordering, go there, okay?”

You pointed to the table where you had left your stuff while the man was still shaking your other hand with a confused look on his face.

“Oh, o-okay, sure.”

His voice was deep but it had a tinge of amusement you didn’t miss. Before you could start talking non-stop you forced yourself to turn around and waited patiently for him to join you. Five minutes later he was sitting across from you with a very hot mug of black tea between his hands. You looked at him and you felt it. Oh, no, here it came.

“So, tell me, what do you do for a living?” you asked but before he could open his mouth, another question was leaving yours. “I’m a teacher. Young kids, you know? Do you like kids? I love them but sometimes they make me crazy, I wish they had an on and off switch, don’t you think? But they also have given me the best moments of my life. They’re so sweet sometimes and they have the most bizarre occurrences to make you laugh. One day a kid told me in confidence that our librarian was leaving the school not because she was retiring but because she had read all the books in the school’s library. Do you like books?”

Oh, dear, you were doing it again. This dude was so handsome you were too nervous your brain was on autopilot. He seemed to take advantage of your need to breathe to answer you.

“I’m not a great reader myself, sorry.” He sounded entertained by your constant talk and that was actually the worst he could have done because it only encouraged you.

“That’s okay, not everybody has to like reading, but I always say it’s because they haven’t found the right book yet. Maybe we’ll have to find you a book. Tell me, what kind of genre do you like? Mystery, maybe? Fantasy? You don’t look like the type of person who would like that. I love hist–“

Your nonsense babbling was interrupted by the sound of your phone and you threw a quick glance at it. It was your mother. You looked at him and he smiled softly before pointing at your phone.

“You can take it. It’s okay, it could be important.”

He really was trying to compensate for his tardiness and the questionable location of this date with that sweet smile of his and his attentive listening.

“I am so sorry, my mother knows I’m with you.”

He raised one of his thick eyebrows at that statement but you couldn’t think much into it as you hurried outside to answer.

“Ah, honey, thank goodness,” you heard her say.

“Mum, why are you calling me? You know I’m in the middle of my date,” you said, turning around to take a look inside to see if he was still there. He was actually looking at you with an amused expression.

“Your date? Suhee asked me to tell you her son couldn’t make it today. He got caught up at work. Is he there, then?”

But you weren’t listening anymore. As your mother was talking, your face changed from confusion to mortification, to pure horror. He must have noticed something was wrong because he didn’t look amused anymore, he looked more concerned than anything.

“I’m sorry, mum, I have to go. Call you later.”

Without waiting for an answer you hang up your phone and walked inside, not breaking eye contact with him the whole time. He was not the man you were supposed to meet.

He stood up the second you reached the table.

“Is everything alright? Did something happen to your mother? You looked like you got some really bad n–”

“What’s your name?” You cut him.

“Ah, you could have started with that one,” he said and then he laughed. He laughed! And his laugh was really nice, it transformed his whole aura from grave to boyish, his face even looked younger than what he was. For that laugh, you would wait before jumping into conclusions.

“My name is Do Kyungsoo,” he stated. “I’m 26. I work as an intern in a bank. I like kids but I agree they should come with an on and off switch, sometimes.” He took a pause but you didn’t say anything. This must have been the first time in your life where you had been left speechless. The only thing you could do was look at him while he kept talking. Was this how your previous dates felt about you?

“Today,” Kyungsoo continued, “as I was about to order my tea, the prettiest woman I have ever seen approached me as if she knows who I am, and she wants to have a date with me? The way she demands stuff is part of the reason I end up sitting across from her. The other reason is that she’s outstanding. So,” he said looking straight into your eyes, “I kept quiet and let her talk because she has a nice way of speaking and because I wanted to enjoy her company a little longer.”

“But as it turned out, I’m not the guy she thinks I am so I should have said something sooner, right?” This time he was moving towards you, his hand stretched, the one you were shaking not so long ago. He looks at you full of hope, waiting for you to shake it.

You doubted. Why were you doubting, it was all just a misunderstanding and the dude –Kyungsoo– looks truthful. It really was your fault for not checking his identity before starting to speak like the parrot you were. And he liked to listen, damn it. He even enjoyed your word vomit. You knew why you were doubting, though. Mortification was eating you up alive and you couldn’t even look him in the eye without blushing, being very aware of the new level of stupidity you’d reached.

You shook his hand in an act of bravery just when he was about to withdraw it.

“You didn’t answer my last question,” you said, trying to keep it cool even though you only wanted to find a very deep hole to hide. “Genre?”

He seemed confused for a moment until his eyes lit up with the question.

“I really like the spy thriller type of movies, so I guess I’m gonna enjoy those books, too.”

You nodded at his choice but he spoke again.

“Does this mean I can ask about your name?”

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morkmywords · 5 years

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What’s Up With Weddings? | Exo | Sehun

Masterlist

Wedding!AU

Length: 1.3k

Note: I kinda went over the limit a bit but I did my best to shorten it, This is for the Valentines drabble at Exo Writers Network and my valentine is @treasure-exo I hope you like it!

Warnings: None

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

“Honestly I can’t think of anything worse than being the single maid of honour at a wedding taking place on Valentines day,” You whined before burying your face in your hands and pretending to sob.

The man beside you sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel as the mountain path curved again, “At least there’s free food,” he shrugged before returning his focus to the snowy road ahead of you.

“But it’s so humiliating,” You whined again as your head shot up from you hands. You turned to him sticking out your bottom lip, chin quivering as if your were about cry while giving him the biggest puppy-dog eyes you could muster.

He wasn’t moved one bit.

“Just get the ceremony over with then get to the snacks,” he said with an excited glint in his eye as he fantasized about all the luxury finger foods they would be serving at the buffet.

With a humph you crossed your arms over your chest like a child as you turned back in your seat to look out through the windshield. “I swear the only thing on your mind is free food,” you hissed at the man beside you who had started humming along to the music echoing from the radio.

“Don’t forget the free drinks,” he tisked, waving his finger to tease you.

“I can’t believe you Sehun,” you huffed again, “You’re one of the best surgeons in the country, you make more money in a year than I’ll probably ever make in my life and yet what interests you is the free food?”

“Hey,” he cut in with a frown, “I practically live at the hospital and with everything that goes on I barely have enough time to eat half a granola bar let alone have a fancy meal! Plus I’m still a growing boy, I need to have these experiences.”

“Like what, getting blackout drunk at your best friend's wedding?”

“For free ad in style,” he reminded you with a smirk that made you reach over and punch his shoulder lightly. He faked a sob and laid his head against the frosty window as your pouted and turned to your own side of the small car.

“Just turn the music up so I can sulk on my own, some best friend you are” you hissed.

You heard him sigh and reach over to grab your hand, pulling you to face the front again, “Don’t be like that,” he said with a small pout to match your own, “let me remind you that I’m also painfully single and it’s your best friend’s wedding as well! Shouldn’t you be happy for her?”

“I guess,” you conceded, “but please, girls practically throw themselves at you! If you wanted a girlfriend you just need to pick one out of the masses. I mean who wouldn’t want a rich, hotshot doctor their boyfriend? Not only is he easy on the eyes but he’s a perfect gentleman, what girl or guy wouldn't want that?”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were in love with me Y/n,” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re the whole package yet you're somehow single just like me,” you sighed. Silence seemed to seep into the car as your breath puffed from your mouths in little white clouds in the chilly air. The fuzzy radio let tunes drift through the serene atmosphere of the snow filled landscape as the two of you continued to drive down the little road, highly aware of each other's presence until you suddenly broke the silence.

“How about we make a deal,” you proposed with a newfound excitement lacing your voice, “Since we’re both single if I manage to catch Minhee’s bouquet in the say of sad, lonely, single women we should get married.”

“Deal,” he said without hesitation.

Your smile faltered for a moment but didn’t disappear as he grinned back at you. You never expected him to agree so quickly but nonetheless, you were content as your friend drove on in hopes of reaching the lakeside resort before dark.

“You know you implied that you yourself are a sad, lonely, single woman,” Sehun said a few moment late.

“I never denied it but if I manage to snatch the boquet I won’t be for long,” you finished with a wink which caused him to chuckle, “but even if I don’t you’ll love me anyways.”

“I will.”

With a groan you let your head fall back onto the seat behind you, “I can’t wait for this to be over.”

“Come on,” he chided you, “It’s only four days and it’s Jongdae and Minhee’s wedding, our best friends! We should have fun, especially since Minhee’s crazy rich parents are paying for it all.”

You glared at him from the corner of your eye before finally agreeing,”Fine.”

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Minhee’s filthy rich parents had rented out an entire five star lake resort for the wedding and in the middle of winter with the white snow covering anything it was like a fairytale.

The ceremony was finally finished and everyone headed back to the reception hall where you could finally relax with a drink in hand and endless supply of finger food as you watched all of your tipsy friends dance hazardously around the DJ.

“So Y/n, finally seizing the opportunity to find yourself a boyfriend?” Baekhyun asked as he came up beside you, plate of cocktail weiners is hand.

You snatched one off his plate and popped it into your mouth, “Actually, I was planning on spending the rest of my days alone with an army of cats and gorging myself on these delicious cocktail weiners.”

You reached for another one but he smacked your hand away, “You know, I read online somewhere that when you die your cats will eat your body.” He told you.

“Sure they will,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed another snack much to Baekhyun’s dismay.

“But he’s right Y/n,” Kyungsoo sang as he wandered over to the two of you, “ Your sad loneliness os starting to rub off on us as well.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at the two men standing in front of you both munching on finger food. “It’s not my fault the two of you scare off every female within a five mile radius by just opening your mouths.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“Because Baekhyun was right and I’m secretly a man,” you sighed.

“I knew it,” he shouted.

Kyungsoo sighed and elbowed the excited man next to you, “Don’t tell Sehun that or he’ll cry for weeks?”

“What-”

Before you could finish you were dragged into the sea of women on the dance floor as Minhee stood on the DJ booth getting ready to throw the bouquet behind her.

“Don’t be afraid to claw somebody’s eyes out if it means you get it,” Baekhyun whispered before weaving his way back through the crowd with a wink.

Vaguely you heard a countdown and you reached up squeezing your eyes shut and when you reopened them you were grasping the bouquet of pink roses. You squealed and jumped around as the crowd dispersed around you leaving you alone with one man smirking behind you.

“I caught it now where’s my ring?” you teased Sehun who was standing behind you.

“A deal is a deal,” he sighed as he dug around inside his suit jacket, “After all I am a man of my word.”

And just then he pulled a small velvet box and got down on one before you.

“You’re not kidding are you?” You breathed out, frozen in shock.

“I’m not kidding,” he assured you, “I’ve been sleeping with this thing under my damn pillow for the best part of two years now and It’s been ruining my neck so you’d better not decline.”

“I won’t.”

“Then Y/n, my best friend who I have been in love with since high school, will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

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simplyyeol · 5 years

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(not so) failed date

word count: 1.025

genre: just a lot of fluff sksks

pairing: kim junmyeon x reader

author’s note: okay! this is my secret valentine for @myeoning-call . sorry that it’s so late but i hope you had a happy valentine’s! (and now i sit here in the corner wondering if this is horrible bc i don’t like it but idk JDHGSGANXIETY)

“No way—“ your breath hitches in your throat as you scan the vast lake that’s been decorated with cute valentine’s knick knacks here and there. The top of the lake is frozen over and you stare in shock (and a little jealous) as the little kids, the families, the friends, skate over the ice like second nature.

“Why? You don’t like it?” Your head turns to the side, forgetting for a moment that you’re on a date, with your boyfriend. He said it’d be a surprise but you never thought he’d pick an ice rink of all the places. Then again, ice rinks did seem romantic, a little more Christmas-y but its never too late to play in the snow. So, that just means you were not expecting to be thrown out that easily.

“No, I’m just—uh—suddenly not feeling well...?” You sputtered, as you avoided eye contact with him. He really didn’t need to know the real reason why. That’s just plain embarrassing. However, as always, your all-knowing boyfriend (at least when it comes to you) narrows his eyes, and you’re really hoping he’d just drop it and take you somewhere else. You were on a date, and he did say it would be a surprise, and normally you love surprises They were fun, exciting, and wholly unpredictable!

But you did not like surprises that ended in you with a broken head or anything of the sort.

“Um, Jun, can we just go somewhere else, my legs are kind of cramping and—?”

His eyes widen before he chuckles. Gosh darn it, why did he have to be so smart, he saw right through you. “Aw, is this Y/N’s first time at an ice rink?” He teases, as he pokes you on your shoulder.

You swat his hand away and sternly decline. “No, it’s not.”

You look up to him seeing a smirk crawling on to his face. “Then why are you all blushy? You’re embarrassed aren’t you?” You scowl, the tease looks excited.

You turn your head to the side, realizing that your face was really hot, and cross your arms maybe out of defense from his confrontation, or maybe from the cold. No one will ever know. “I am not.”

“Aw, it’s okay, everyone has something they’re not good at.” He pokes you a few more times earning him another glare.

“Let’s just go somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to,” he whines, dragging out the last syllable before going around you, placing his hands on your shoulders (you paused if and only because you thought he was about to console you) and started pushing you along to the entrance.

A stream of very polite words exit your mouth, as you try to get out from his steel-like hold, but you give up when you turn your face and see how happy he looks.

You meet his eyes over your shoulder as he halts. “Oh, why’d you stop?”

He loosened his hold. You took your chance and ripped yourself away from him, dashing towards the car. Maybe you could outrun him, but then again, you remembered how athletic you are, and crossed the option out of your mind.

You got farther than you thought though, before your boyfriend tackled you, sending you both tumbling into the snow. Some got in your eyes and mouth and your spluttering before you open your eyes, met with those warm eyes, that you know like none others. (And here you are thinking that Junmyeon was a very protective, loveable, and boyfriend-like boyfriend. You know, the ones that don’t tackle their own girlfriends to the floor).

You evade eye contact at all costs, coughs suddenly racking out of you (maybe because his limbs were on top of you and you could feel everything, or not) and if you didn’t feel yourself blushing before, you were definitely now.

Your eyes met with his however much you tried to evade him, his nose just a few inches away from your own before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

To other people, you would be considered a dying and tomato red girlfriend. Great condition for Valentine’s day dates. To you, you also felt like a dying and tomato red girlfriend.

You scramble away from him, thankfully without anything else happening, your cold fingers against your cheeks so that they wouldn’t be so red, but to no avail.

Junmyeon stands up from next to you, and you take a glance at him. The jerk. He’s not even blushing, at all.

You start walking to the car again, and he follows you, thankfully, and in between the fights your having with yourself, you turn and stop right in front of him. He looks down at you in confusion, and you look at him.

He points his thumb back in question. “You want to go ba—?”

You grab his shoulder, and stand on your toes, to press a kiss to his lips. A gentle one, but more than just the one he gave you a minute ago. Pulling back, you smile, seeing his cheeks flush, and the tips of his ears sticking out from his hat, redden. That’s better.

You intertwine your fingers with his and look up to meet his goofy smile, with a small one of your own. His large hand covers yours, and you're thankful for the warmth, as you swing your arms together on the chilly Valentine’s day.

Bonus:

He snickers, turning the ignition. “Is it really your first time at an ice rink?”

“No!”

He turns to you, a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Really?”

“It’s my... second.”

He bursts out laughing as he backs the car out and you hit his shoulder.

“You’re an idiot,” You mutter, defensively crossing your arms over your chest.

“But I’m your idiot.”

A smile blooms on your face, as you reach up and ruffle his hair. He squawks, indignantly.

“Ew, that’s gross.”

“You’re gross.”

So it might’ve not been the best date ever, but that’s okay. As long as it was with him (no one tell him though, he’d never let you live it down), you’d be fine.

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singingunderthecurtain · 5 years

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Empacho | Kai

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Author: julietsoddeye Genre: Fluff | Slight Comedy Pairing: Jongin x Reader Word Count: 715 Plot: This is not how you planned to be introduced to your boyfriend’s band members!

A/N: Hello friends! This is my entry for #exosecretvalentine19 Valentine’s event! And this is for you @technicallymilkshakes! Hope you like it!!! 😅😩😭

Also I said I won’t follow you until I posted this, but I guess I accidentally followed you when I was stalking your blog one day. FAIL!!! Hopefully you didn’t suspect anything. 😂😭😂😭😂

Jongin never asks you to come over.

He almost always comes to you when he’s done promoting or whenever he has free time to do whatever he wanted.

So getting a call from an unknown number not only surprised you, but the fact that it was Park Chanyeol that called shook your insides.

“He–Hello…”

Chanyeol’s voice quivers in uncertainty.

“Who is this?”

You asked, slightly pissed that someone’s calling you at this hour. It’s almost two in the morning gosh dangit!

“I’m Chanyeol. Jongin-ah asked me to call this number.”

The way he lowers his volume when he mentions their names indicates that he’s really doubtful about calling your number.

“May I know your relationship with him?”

He added, just to clarify. Probably the only people who know about your relationship are his family and your best friend.

You don't even dare tell your family you have a boyfriend because they will make a big deal about it. Doesn't help that your sister is the biggest EXO-L out there and you don't want her to freak out on you or Jongin, or the fact that you're dating her bias wrecker! (Her bias is Sehun btw.)

“Why, what happened to him?”

You drop your book on your lap and sat up straight from your bed, ready to go.

Was there an accident? Is Nini alright?

All the negative scenarios of what might have happened to your boyfriend are triggering your anxiety already.

“Well he won’t tell me who you—”

“Where are you? Is he alright? Are you guys hurt?”

You cut Chanyeol’s sentence off as you hurriedly shuffle to your feet. Grabbing your wallet, car keys and a jacket.

“We’re at the dorms and—”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes!”

You ended the call abruptly, slipping your phone inside your jacket pocket and slam your apartment door shut on your way out.

The drive to the dorms was tensed and nerve-racking. You were grateful the traffic lights were in your favor as you’ve only hit one stop and made it to Jongin in less than it normally takes you.

After about three knocks per second (you were so nervous, you forgot that doorbells are a thing), Baekhyun opened the door but you pushed him out of the way when he was about to ask who you were.

You see the boys surrounding Jongin on the couch, he looks unconscious and lips were greasy as hell.

“Baby!”

You dramatically scream as you make your way to Jongin, your hands extended desperately and the boys parted in the middle like how Moses parted the red sea in half for them to cross.

“Jongin, baby… Baby, are you okay?!”

You slightly slap his face when you cradle him in your arms.

You look behind you and everyone was just staring at you slapping Jongin awake.

“What happened?”

You asked no one in particular.

“Uhh…”

Junmyeon trails off, twiddling his fingers.

Jongin suddenly jolts up, scaring you half to death.

“Guys, meet the love of my life!”

Jongin exclaims and some of the boys sigh out as if they were holding their breaths all this time.

“W–What?”

You mumble in confusion.

The boys' chorus in greetings, reaching their hands for you to take one by one. Your mouth ajar in amazement.

Jongin tries standing up from the sofa, but he fell right back clutching his stomach. Your eyes caught the many boxes of fried chicken and multiple empty cans of beer on the coffee table and put two and two together.

“How many fried chicken have you eaten?”

You cross your arms in front of your chest, waiting for him to answer.

“Twenty...”

Jongin coyly answers as he scratches the back of his head.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

He pouts at you, lower lip juts out like a little baby boy. What a cutie!

“Did you at least enjoy eating?”

Both of your eyebrows lift expecting a positive answer despite the situation of his stomach.

“Hell yeah!”

“He wanted more, but we ran out of chicken.”

Sehun recounted as he opens a new can of beer.

“Of course you did.”

You coo, opening your arms wide for Jongin and he instantly planted his face on your neck. You pat his tummy as if it’s gonna make his indigestion any better.

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treasure-exo · 5 years

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Catastrophe

Genre: humor, slight fluff

Pairing: Jongdae X you

Word count: 1633 (I went overboard a little I know, I’m sorry)

Description: A simple evening can lead you up to unexpected situations.

A/N: so this is my little drabble for @nunchiwrites :) as a part of @exo-writers-net secret valentine’s drabble. Hope you like it, I did my best. Also I’m back after probably more than a year, so please anticipate this :) (idk please read this on desktop, mobile app is trash and don’t make a gap between two paras and it’s so clogged that you can’t have a good reading experience)

You’re constantly looking from the wall clock to your phone checking time, wishing that the time goes by a little faster today.

You brighten up your lock screen, to check how many minutes passed by. You sigh, putting down your phone on the kitchen counter for the nth time in the span of two hours. Just a minute, it felt like an hour though.

The windows behind you are continually clattering even though they are closed, winds thumping the window panel, making them bang against the frame. This has been the only noise in the kitchen except for the distant noises of chattering of people and rumbling of dried leaves.

The weather is windy, cloudy too but not somber, sun rays are still visible through the clouds making it pleasant to view.

You stand, leaning your back against the counter and your hands crossed over your chest. Lightly tapping your foot on the cabinets, You look at the wall clock.

It’s exciting how you’re so eager to meet him again. It’s only been couple days when he left for his business meeting and he will be coming back by any time now. A smile forms on your face thinking about him.

A sudden ding startled you from your reverie. You look over your back, shifting your eyes from the counter to the oven. The lights inside are off and it shows the time at 0:0.

“Finally” You mutter, taking out the pan of cookies from the oven.

You put the pan on the dining table opposite to the counter, when you hear the doorbell. Your focus immediately shifts from the cookies to the noise. You take off your oven mitts before starting off.

You take long steps, almost running to the front door. You can hear your heartbeats, loud and clear. This is the moment you have been anticipating from the past two weeks and it's finally happening. You turn the door knob and open the door.

There he is, looking at you with those hypnotizing eyes and then he gives you a smile and a tight hug, which is genuinely sweet with just the right amount of tenderness that unexpected warmth rushes through you.

“I missed you, Jongdae,” you mumble, hugging him as tight as your power can allow.

“It’s only been two weeks that I’ve been gone, Kara” he chuckles, enveloping you in his warmth and kissing the temple of your head.

“So you didn't miss me? I see!”

“Defense rests, I missed you so much that I didn’t want to attend the meeting and come back as soon as possible”

“Liar,” you scrunch up your nose to jut out your lower lip at him.

He shakes his head and burst out laughing. He enters, breathing in the citrus scent of the home that comes from the candles you’ve placed on every countertop. He looks at you and gives you an appreciative nod with a smile before removing his shoes and wearing his slippers.

Before he can say anything, you take off his coat and hat with his luggage to unpack and give it to the laundry “I’ve prepared the tub with hot water and essential oils with light music as you like, towels are in the middle rack with your pajamas right next to it. I know you’ll be tired and will need some relaxation, so I’ve prepared this for you, if you need anything you know I’ll be right here,”

He seems to be taken aback from all these but nod anyways. You give him a smile but before you can leave, he pulls you into a tight hug, kissing you deep and passionate. His hands in your hair keeping you as close as possible, in the process you drop his coat and hat and your hands wrap around his neck to give him all he wants.

***

You sit down on the couch, waiting for him. Crossing your legs, you go through your phone to check any mails or texts when Jongdae suddenly puts his head on your lap, snuggling into you more. You smile, putting down your phone.

“How was your trip, Jongdae?” you ask, ruffling his hair.

“Okay,”

“It was a two week trip and all you gotta say is okay?”

Silence fill the room for minutes while you are playing with his hair. So you think he is asleep and don’t ask any further questions anymore.

“Because you were not with me,”

You chuckle. “Alright, ok so Jongdae don’t freak out from what I am about to say,”

He sits instantly, looking at you with serious eyes. “What?”

“Jongdae, I saw a strand of gray hair,” you say, pursing your lips and holding back a laughter.

“WHAT!!” he shrieks, standing abruptly, eyes wide, mouth wide open from terror or funk, you can’t decipher.

He stand at the same place in same horrific manner for couple minutes, looking like a live wax statue but can breathe. His hands are on his side loosely hanging as if not knowing what to do with them. He is not blinking and for a second you think he has lost the ability to do so.

You can hear his heartbeat, loud and clear. He’s alive, thank god. You blink, unable to think what you should do next, this is not how you thought it would turn out. It’s impassive but also funny. You keep looking at him before you gulp, hard and raise you hand to shake him from his state.

“Jongda-” before you can complete his name, he growls - loud enough for you to be surprised and terrified that you have to hold your chest to calm yourself down.

He starts pacing in circles, hands in hair - ruffling, tousling and pulling them until they are all over the place and disheveled.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my go- NO,” he whines, blinking rapidly and halting suddenly. He looks at you from which you are taken aback, “NO, I shouldn’t have tousled my hair, I LOST that gray hair…”

He starts pacing again, hands in air, trying to make the situation understandable to me(more like himself) looking more confused than ever, “what if you can’t find it again, wait- no, no, that can’t be,”

“Jongdae, what can’t be? What are you saying?” you ask, confused.

“You’re kidding with me, right? This is a prank, knew it, knew it Kara” he lets out a brittle laugh, stopping in his tracks to shoot a glance at you.

“I’m not kidding, this is not a prank, let me sho-”

“NO, don’t. I don’t need to see,” he yelps, before you can stand up he starts pacing again.

“I need to cut that strand of hair,” he say, rushing to the kitchen and bringing back a scissor. “No, no, they say if you cut one strand, it will be multiplied by two, no.”

“Booking my appointment at a salon, right now.” he picks up his phone, and put it right back on the coffee table, “No, dyeing will damage my hair,”

“I need to hide the gray hair,” he asserts, pointing at you, “you also help me hide it,”

“What if, what if people see it and make fun of me? What if our future kids will see and think of me” he throws a tantrum, pacing again, “no I can’t let that happen,”

“What if all of my hair turns gray now?” he covers his mouth with his one hand and holds the cough with another.

“Worse, what if I go bald?” he vouches, utterly shocked. He is bewildered, throwing hands in air in weird directions, sometimes screaming odds, sometimes whispering crazy, continuing with his circles and only stopping when he comes with his new ‘what ifs’.

You try to interrupt him, telling him to stop but he seems like his hearing ability is at stake too, he can’t seem to see you’re speaking and if he do, he don’t let you speak. You can’t think while Jongdae is pacing in front of you, it was funny at first but now, it seems it's getting out of control and you can’t do anything about it.

“Jongdae, calm down. It’s just A strand of gray hair,” you try to reason and stop him from his dramatic quarter-life crisis but failing miserably.

“Just, just? Just A gray hair? NO, IT’S NOT. Not for me, I’m getting old, oh god I’m looking old,” he unlocks his phone and checks himself on the front camera.

“Jongdae…...listen,”

“I’m looking old, I’m old, so what if...what if you leave me, what if you don’t want to be with me, Kara,” he wraps his forehead with his palms, stopping and looking in void.

“Jongdae, no-”

“What if you want to break our engagement after this and don’t want to marry me?”

“What if…”

“JONGDAE,” you shout, making him look at you and stop talking.

You stand up from the couch and walkover in front of him, as soon as he opened his mouth again, you cup his face and kisses him. It’s slow and soft, comforting him in a way words will never. He reciprocates, resting his hand below your ear and pulling you closer until your breathes mingle.

You break the kiss after couple minutes, “Jongdae, I’ll never ever leave you, I want to be with you as long as possible and I’ll marry you no matter what,” you smile, wrapping your hands around his waist.

“Are you sure?” he ask. You nod still smiling at him.

“And for our future kids, they’ll think nothing because it’s natural, also stop thinking about what’ll people think of you,” you cheer, gaining his smile.

“Ok, so now stop worrying and eat this cookie I made for you,” you say, stuffing Jongdae’s mouth with cookies.

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exo-writers-net · 5 years

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Secret Valentine.

Hello, our fellow members! We’re back with another network’s event, yay!

February is upon us; February, the month of love. This event is gonna be a bit different from the previous ones. This one is gonna be a Secret Valentine.

How does it work, you may ask? It’s very simple, really. This one will have the same dynamic that a Secret Santa has. Let’s explain it, shall we?

1. First, you have to reblog this post to let us know you’re participating.

2. Then, you have to fill this form so the person who’s going to be your Secret Valentine knows more about you.

3. You have until the 31st of January to sign up for this event.

4. On the 1st of February, we will tell you all privately who is your partner for this event (shhh you can’t tell anybody ok?) and we will release a document with all the participants and their preferences so people have an idea what to write for them.

5. You have from the 1st of February to the 14th of February to write a drabble for your partner, minimum 500 words, maximum 1000 words more or less. We’re not asking for anything too complicated or too elaborate, you can consider this a little drabble game to practice your writing.

6. Works must be published between the 14th of February and the 17th of February.

7. No prompts, just your imagination.

How does it sound? Fun, right?

Remember to tag your works with the network’s hashtag #exowritersnet and the event’s hashtag #exosecretvalentine19 and more importantly, remember to tag the person you’re writing for!

We hope you all like this event that we organized for our members only. If you’re not a member yet, applications are open until the 27th of January so there’s a chance you can still participate.

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theonethatcompletesyou · 5 years

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A Piece of My Heart Stays

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Genre: Angst! Pairing: Jongdae/Reader, Junmyeon/Reader Word Count: 923 Warnings: Past character death. Sorry, not sorry. A/N: For @singingunderthecurtain , as part of the @exo-writers-net ‘s Secret Valentine event, and whose bias she listed as both Chen AND Suho and only requested angst. I hope you like it! I’m a little nervous about posting this one… On another note, am I one of the few in the network that stuck to the word count guideline for this? Haha. (Also will I stop mentioning Chanhun in everything? Not likely.) Summary: You and Jongdae visit Junmyeon on what’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

It was supposed to be the best day of your life.

It seemed as though the weather agreed, The skies were clear, not a cloud in sight. The only disturbance was a light breeze. You were greeted by many happy faces.

It was supposed to be a happy day. And part of you was happy.

A part of you wasn’t, no matter how hard you tried.

But then you locked your eyes with Jongdae, who, without fail, flashed you a smile that had grounded you. A smile that you have come to depend on and ground you through your lowest times.

You looked into the mirror and stared at yourself in your beautiful white dress. Just a little while longer, you thought. Just a little while longer and you could be with him again.

. . . . .

Jongdae parked the car.

“Are you sure that I should do this?” you asked, clutching at your dress. “We just—”

Jongdae covered your hand with his own. “I know.” He gave you a sweet supportive smile. “But I know that you need to.”

You tried to swallow your tears. “Thank you, Jongdae.”

He squeezed your hand in lieu of an answer. He gestured to the outside with his head. “Now go, I will be there soon.”

You nodded and, with one last deep breath, exited the car. You didn’t care if your dress got stains at this point.

You started the short climb up the hill to your destination. The closer you got, the more your chest started to tighten. Yet, your feet kept taking you closer and closer to your goal.

It was probably a bad idea to walk up a hill in heels and a heavy white dress, but you persevered and made it. Your destination was a grave, the tombstone bearing Junmyeon’s name and the date he died two years ago.

You stood in front of the tombstone, putting on a fake smile even though he couldn’t see you. You still wanted to put on a mask.

“I’m sorry for not stopping by in a while, Junmyeon,” you said with a sniff. “We probably have a lot to catch up on, huh?” You took a deep breath. “Well, where should I start? Yixing is in the country to visit. And his daughter is so cute, I swear. Jongin is busy preparing for another album. Baek’s wife is about to give birth any day now. Kyungsoo is going to film another movie in Canada. Chanyeol and Sehun are still going strong. I still can't believe they finally got their heads out of their asses to get together. It’s a miracle.”

You gave him a sad smile. “I just wish you were here to share it with us. And then—”

Your voice cracked and you shut your mouth. For some reason, you couldn’t voice the words out loud. It wasn’t like you were miserable. But there was a part of you that wanted to cling on to the past. To not let go of Junmyeon even if you knew it would give you peace. You looked down at your dress and clutched at it, the tears that you tried so desperately to hold back streamed down your face.

“I got married today,” you chuckled through your tears. “I married Jongdae.”

And now that you started talking, you found that you couldn’t stop. The words tumbled out of you like a wave. “The ceremony was beautiful. Minseok was his best man. Everything was perfect other than the fact that you weren’t there. But there was a spot for you. I imagine your spirit was there, watching and judging the flower arrangements. I think it was a mistake letting Jongin have a hand in that.” You laughed at the last sentence before your expression sobered once more and your laughter died.

“I love you,” you said simply. “I’ll always love you. I love Jongdae, too.”

“And I…” you sobbed. “I miss you. I miss your dumb jokes and your smile. I miss your laugh and your hugs and your everything. I miss you. I miss you. But I know you wouldn’t want that.”

The tombstone was silent, staring back at you.

“He’s good to me. He loves me. And he gets it, you know? Loss.” You sighed, “He lost you, too. And he gets that you’ll always be in my heart. No one else can replace you. But he was able to make a little place for himself in my heart.”

You heard footsteps come up to you and you felt Jongdae take your hand again. He smiled sadly at the tombstone.

“I promise I’ll take good care of her.” He said, “I hope you approve of me.”

You snorted. “You’d probably be the only one he would approve of, Dae.”

He looked down at you, a glint in his eye. “Yeah, I think so too.”

You and Jongdae stood there as the sun began to set, coloring the sky in pinks and reds. You tugged Jongdae’s hand.

“Let’s go, Dae,” you whispered.

Jongdae looked at you, surprised. “Don’t you want to stay a little longer?”

You smiled, shaking your head. “Jun wouldn’t want us to dwell longer than we should. If he were here, he would be pushing us out the door to start our honeymoon.

Jongdae laughed, “Yeah. He would.”

Both of you left, holding hands and walking down the hill. You left part of your heart with Junmyeon, but you couldn’t help but feel light as you walked in step with your new husband.

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