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You just joined your school’s bookstore club last month and you’re in charge of opening the bookstore on weekdays. The haunted-looking bookstore is really messy since the old members never clean the place up. You can find mice in every corner of the store but you’re not scared of them. You’re not scared of anything except cockroaches.
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Your teacher just told you that a new kid is transferring to your school in a few days and he’s a member of his old school’s bookstore club. Since not much students want to enter the bookstore club, your teacher decided to let him join the club without any interviews or anything. “Finally, my slave is here!” You thought to yourself.
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Three days later, most of your best friends were absent since they’re lazybums so you sat alone in class, then a tall guy entered the class. The teacher asked him to introduce himself “Hey everyone. I’m Kris. Just transferred here. Let’s get along!” he said. “Quite cute.” you mumbled to yourself. Kris sat beside you since that’s the only seat available. “Hey!” he greeted you, you turned to him and smiled. “I’m ______. You’re a member of the bookstore club right?” you asked, he nodded. “You’ll start next week.” you continued, he just nodded again. “Eh, but where’s the bookstore?” he asked, as you were trying to explain the bookstore’s location, he said “I guess you’ll have to give me a tour around school.” and smirked. You gave out a long sigh and said “Okay”. “Wow, he’s kinda friendly, looks like I’ll actually make a new friend in no time!” you thought to yourself.
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You regretted a billion time for even thinking that he’ll be your friend. In the middle of the school tour, his real attitude was exposed. He’s such a bossy and selfish guy! He ‘commanded’ you to carry his bag, buy him drinks and the worst part you can’t even scold him since your teachers are all over the place watching you!
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After the hell-like tour, you two went back to your empty class since school’s hour was already over. He said “Hey, go switch on the fan! It’s really hot!”. You ignored him completely, grabbed your books and left the room. You could hear him saying “Such an idiot!” while you were walking down the corridor. You held it in because you have a better plan to get back at him which is to make him clean the whole bookstore next week.
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The week you’ve been waiting for is here! He was already at his seat when you enter the class. You sat at your seat which is next to him and said “Be at the bookstore at 2pm sharp” without even looking at him. You could see him glaring at you at the corner of your eye. You still don’t understand why he’s acting like such a brat towards someone innocent like you. The two of you didn’t talk during the whole school hours.
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At 2pm the same day, you were on your way to the school’s bookstore when you see Kris wandering around a corridor. You just walked passed him when he said “Hey, I’m lost!”. You smirked and turned to him. “Idiot!” you said. His face turned red in anger and as he wanted to say something, you cut him off and said “Follow me, you dumbass! We’re already late!”. Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything and just followed you obediently. After reaching the bookstore, you unlocked the door, went in and said “Kris, lock the door back”. You could hear him slamming the door shut and locked it. You were walking towards the counter to open it when you realized that your teacher renewed the lock and you haven’t receive the new keys yet. As you were walking towards the door, the electricity got cut off. “Whaaaaa! Seriously? Does it have to be now?” you complained. You could hear Kris’s gasped as he grabbed your hand. “What a crybaby!” you said. As you were reaching out your hand towards the door knob, you remembered that it’s an electric-generated door so it won’t function without electricity. You let out a long sigh and put your hands in your pocket to take your phone, but unfortunately you left it in your bag in class. Kris’s phone was in class too. You two started to panic. Although it was in the afternoon, the bookstore didn’t have any windows so it was really dark. You felt like you’re with a kid since Kris wouldn’t stop clinging on you. You two settled down on a couch next to the door. You started scaring Kris by telling him about the mice in the store. You could feel his grip on your arm getting tighter. He whined about you being mean to him by telling him about the mice. You laughed and asked “Why are you so interested in being a bookstore club member anyways?”. “Being a bookstore club member isn’t just about selling books” he replied, he sounded pretty serious. He continued “The fact that the books that we sell gives its buyers knowledge that they will use all their lives makes me feel good. I feel like an angel giving out good deeds everywhere. My way of thinking is lame right?” he gave out a short laugh. You were pretty amazed by his reply. “That wasn’t lame at all. It was kind of impressive. You gave this job a whole new meaning.” you said. “And I want to apologize about yesterday. I’m not normally like that. I thought you were nice to me just because of my looks and obviously, I’m wrong. I’m sorry, really I am.” he said. You were taken aback by his ‘confession’. You laughed and said “Nahh, it’s okay. I can’t deny that I was really pissed off yesterday but I got over it”. Kris was still holding your arm and it made your heart beat faster. “What is happening? Why am I like this? Get a hold of yourself!” you thought to yourself. A few seconds later, the lights went on and the two of you jumped in joy. Then, you looked around and realized that there are cockroaches everywhere! You screamed and jumped on Kris, hugging his neck tight and wrapping your legs around his waist. He saw the cockroaches too, he screamed and ran out of the bookstore while carrying you. Kris finally stopped running at the end of a corridor. Kris was out of breath. The school was totally empty since it was already 4pm. You looked at him and laughed “You look really stupid right now!” you said. He looked right into your eyes. Your smile faded slowly. His scared expression faded too. You realized that his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist to support your weight and your heart started to beat faster again. He leaned closer and give you a peck on the lips. Your eyes widened as he look into your eyes. He smiled and leaned closer again, but this time it’s not just a peck. It’s a real kiss! You can’t help but to close your eyes. It felt like the time stopped. After a while, he finally let your lips go. He smiled and said “Now let’s go to class and take our bags”. After realizing that he’s still carrying you, you said “You can let me go now”. He replied “Nope. I’m never gonna let you go! We’re officially a couple now!”. You were really surprised by his words. You gave him a puzzled look and said “That wasn’t what I meant. I’m asking you to put me down.” He laughed and said “I know but I still won’t let you go, physically nor mentally.” You replied “Fine then. You can even carry me home!” you said with a naughty smile. He smiled and kissed your cheek. Both of you giggled the whole way to class. I guess you’re in love with the new kid!
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I’m sorry if it’s too long! This is only my second fanfic. I’ll try to do better next time. Hope you like this one! -LeeNadya
Luhan [Exo] inspired me to learn how to solve the Rubik’s cube. Of course I am not as good as him but I still gave it a shot. I wanted to share my success with lovely followers <3
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Lay stood by the door looking at you sleep peacefully. He could tell you had cried a lot the night before but dare not show him how you felt. He wished he was brave enough to face his fears. Vivid memories from his past always held him back and thus he gave you a disappointing answer each time. Lay walked to your side and ran his fingers on your forehead. He gave you a tender kiss on your forehead and then your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
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You saw Lay stand by the pillar like usual. His train came a little before yours and so the two of you walked home together every day. There was no one day that you remained quiet but that day, you didn’t have anything to say. You knew it would hurt him but you were hurting too. You hated presenting the same question to him when you knew the answer wouldn’t change.
You felt him touch your hand. He was still debating if he should hold it or not when you looked at him. You folded your arms to ease his indecisive state.
“_______!” he mumbled your name. “Hmmm,” you responded after a while. Lay didn’t say anything. He couldn’t think of anything to say. It would be the same as usual stuff, him trying to convince you that life would still be good if the two of you didn’t have a baby.
Ever since you had started wishing to become a parent, all you could see around you were expecting mothers or happy families. You wanted to be one of them but Lay was too scared to become a father. What frustrated you more was that he never gave a rationale as to why he such a strong opinion about the subject. You were afraid it was creating rifts in your relationship. That day too, you could tell he was trying really hard to talk to you but like always, he didn’t have the right words. And the only right words you wanted to hear from him were – ‘yes’. That would make everything better.
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The silent walk home was more unbearable for Lay than you. You settled down on your bed taking a deep breath. Lay walked into the room and sat beside you.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“That wouldn’t change anything Lay. Let’s just forget about it. I’m going to go make us some dinner,” you said, getting up.
“No! stay,” he pulled you back. You looked at him, hoping he would say something but he still didn’t have anything to say.
“If you’re not going to say anything than just let me go. I have stuff to do for tomorrow,” you said out of frustration.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked. You were mad at him and him asking you such an obvious question was not make things any better. You wanted to yell but instead you clenched your fist to let out all of your anger without saying a word.
“I’m not mad,” you finally said. “I’m just disappointed.”
“Disappointed?” he asked.
“Disappointed that you won’t trust me.”
“I do trust you… it’s just that…”
“No! If you trusted me you would tell me why you don’t want us to start a family.”
“We are a family!”
“We are not…” you said angrily, pulling your hands out of his.
“________!” he held your hands again instantly. “Okay let me tell you why.” He calmed himself and began once again. “I am scared because I know I won’t be a good father.”
“Why?”
“Because I have seen my mother suffer my father’s torture every day. He beat her and us and called us names and was never there for us. None of us were surprised when he left one day. What if I turn out to be like that? What if I can’t take care of my kids? What if I can’t love them the way they want to be loved? I don’t know how this works. I don’t want to disappoint you or our child. I’ve lived my entire life hating my father and I am afraid my child will hate me too.”
You looked at Lay in utter confusion. He thoughts were so illogical, almost cynical. He had never shown this side of himself to you. He was always tender and warm hearted. You knew he came from a broken family but you had no idea it had left such a definite impression on him. You looked over at him. Maybe it was your love speaking for him but there was one thing you knew for sure and that was that Lay would never hurt anyone on purpose. You held his hand firmly because you now you knew exactly how to convince him.
“Do you love me?” you asked. He looked at you with confusion. What kind of a question was that?
“Of course I love you,” he said with wrinkles on his forehead.
“Do you think you could ever hurt me?” you asked another question. Lay began to say but stopped. He didn’t have answer and he knew exactly where you were going with it.
“Then how do you think would you hurt our child? What happened to you and your family is a sad reality but you and I both know it won’t repeat. Your mother was a great mother. You should trust the way she raised you. You’ve seen what your father did to you guys and that is what will teach you to be a better person than he was. Don’t demoralize yourself just because your father was a bad person. Being a parent may be a lot of responsibility but we all learn slowly. It may seem horrifying at first but you will get better at it every day. You just have to trust yourself Lay. You care so much about others how could you possibly think you would hurt me or our child?”
Lay blinked repeatedly, trying to absorb all that you had said in a mere few seconds. He wanted to hug you for being so supportive but he was embarrassed for putting you through a lot. He looked away, ashamed at his thoughts.
“Don’t do this,” you said as you tried to turn him towards you. “You know I love you and I won’t ever think of you as foolish.”
“I’m so stupid _______,” he said hugging you tightly.
“No you’re not,” you whispered back.
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2 years later:
You glanced over at Lay and Minjun from time to time. Lay had fallen asleep holding him in his arms. You took a picture of the father and son and laughed to yourself. “And he said he couldn’t be a good father…”
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You looked at the clock in frustration. It was half past six and Luhan had promised to come home early that day. The two of you were going to the doctor for your routine checkup. He hadn’t come to the last three for which he apologized many times. You had no idea he was going to do the same this time.
He finally entered the house around seven. You couldn’t read his expressions because your brain was occupied with the fury. “One time! One time I tell you do something and this is what you do!” you yelled. Luhan jumped a little at your sudden attack. He looked at his watch and then at you trying to remember if he was missing something.
“Is..everything alright?” he asked. You could hear slight annoyance in his voice. It made you more mad because he had no right to be upset when you had spent an hour waiting for him.
“You’re kidding me right?” you asked getting up with great effort. You were seven months pregnant therefore little things like these made you really frustrated. “You were supposed to take me to the doctor today.”
Luhan smacked his forehead, embarrassed at what he had done. He advanced towards you, apology painted on his face. “I am so sorry,” he said trying to hold you.
“Sorry isn’t enough,” you pushed him back. “This isn’t the first time Luhan.”
“What do you mean?” he asked getting defensive.
“Can’t you see? You are never home. Every time I need something I have to ask you five times before you actually go get it. You don’t remember important dates even when I mark them on the calendar. You are never there when I go to the doctor and … to be honest we haven’t even started planning for what our life will be like when this baby comes into this world.”
“You’re making it sound like I don’t care at all,” Luhan countered your argument.
“YES! That is what I am trying to say,” you emphasized.
“What are you talking about? I have never shown that I don’t care about our baby.”
You scoffed at him. “Do you remember the day I told you I was pregnant? You nearly collapsed. Most people are happy but you… you seemed so …devastated.”
“___________ I think we already talked about it. My reaction was not mature but I apologized for that. I am really happy that you are having this baby,” he said.
“I am having this baby? What happened to we are having this baby? … this is what your problem is. You are not looking forward to us becoming a family.”
“I am! Don’t accuse me of such stuff.”
“I will accuse you!!” you yelled losing your patience. You just wished he would listen instead of countering everything you were saying. He had shown little to no responsibility towards the baby and yet he claimed to that he was there with you.
“Have you ever bothered asking how my day was when you come home? Have you ever asked how I may be feeling? If I need something? What the doctor said? You don’t care at all. It makes me wish I wasn’t having this baby… because then you would be the old Luhan, who cared about all my needs.”
“Do you hear yourself? You’re being so selfish,” Luhan snickered.
“I am NOT being selfish. You just don’t care and you’re being irrational.”
“All of this started from me not coming home on time. Okay let me just go make another appointment.”
“That’s not what this is about and you know that too,” you pulled him back. It was as if you were looking for a fight that day. But in reality you wanted answers to all your questions. They were creeping up on you. You were afraid Luhan wasn’t ready. He didn’t want the baby and he might leave you.
“Stop it,” Luhan pushed your hand back. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” His tone was harsh and his voice louder than usual. “Why do you have to blow everything out of proportion? What the heck is your problem? I am trying to fix things over here and it seems as if you don’t want that. I am getting tired of your whining everyday ____________. Either you stop this or you ….” He stopped realizing he had said too much. Tears started coming out of your eyes. Luhan tried to hold you but you pushed him back.
“_________,” he called your name. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t,” you refused his hand once again. The front door was still open. Without thinking twice you left, smashing the door behind you.
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Luhan stood in the empty room still trying to make sense of what had happened in only a few minutes. Did you really leave? Were you going to come back? He had no idea how something so small could create a chaos as big as this. He felt like he had lost a part of himself. You guys were so happy just a few months ago then suddenly what happened? He asked himself all these questions. He was confused but he knew one thing for sure and that was that he didn’t want to lose you.
Luhan ran out of the house looking for you.
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“_________! __________ stop!!” you heard Luhan from behind. He caught up to you. You could tell that his eyes had shed a few tears. He seemed worried, scared and flustered.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked hugging you tightly. “Just because I am stupid doesn’t mean you leave me like this.” You didn’t say anything but instead hugged him tightly. You started to cry again. “I am sorry for never being there. I do want this baby _________, I’m just a little scared. Please don’t.. leave.” He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands. “Why would you think I don’t care about you enough? I do care about you… it’s just really hard to show sometimes. I promise I’ll put in more effort taking care of you and our child.” He placed his hand on your stomach trying to comfort you. “If there’s one thing I am sure of, it’s that I never want to lose you or our baby.”
Luhan wiped your tears and gave you a kiss. You smiled faintly as he put his arms around you once again. In your heart you hoped he would change for the better this time. You knew he had a tender heart and you also knew he would never give up on you. He just needed a little push.
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Luhan is such a cutie. I can’t imagine him being mean to his pregnant wife. But still I wrote this since it was requested. I hope you guys like it :) Happy reading.
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You examined your slight baby bump in the mirror and frowned. Touching it felt funny and unreal. “It’s not going to go away no matter how you look at it,” You heard Kris say from behind. You quickly put the shirt back down in embarrassment. “When did you wake up?” you asked.
“Just now,” he said stretching and getting out of bed.
“I’m getting fat,” you mumbled.
“And beautiful,” he added cupping your face in his hands. “Don’t worry too much okay?”
You nodded back reassuringly. Kris smiled and walked into the bathroom. It was a good thing you were an actor in high school or Kris would have stayed worried all day. You rubbed your tummy and sighed. Five more months and you’d be pushing a baby out of it.
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Your ear phones had blocked all the noise from the outside world. You hummed along the song, swinging your body a little. Dinner was going to be extra special that day because your craving for meat had returned. Someone suddenly held you from behind. You smiled at the familiar fragrance and the touch of the soft, wrinkle free cotton shirt. You turned around and smiled. Kris took the ear phones out of your ears. Only he could look so fresh even after nine straight hours of work.
“You look happy,” you commented. He nodded with a rare and brief smile. “Come here! I got something for you,” he said pulling you towards the living room. He made sure to hold you from around the waist for support. It was a little too early for him to be so careful but he didn’t like taking chances.
“What is it?” you asked looking at huge bag resting on the table.
“You know how you always complain about your back hurting?”
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Well! I got you a special cushion, made for soon to be moms,” he said taking it out of the bag. It was big indeed. Kris pushed it forward as if presenting an award. “Now your back wouldn’t hurt.”
“Oh Kris!” you said cheerfully. “You didn’t have to.”
“But I did,” he said and pulled you towards him. He leaned in and gave you a sweet long kiss. “There’s more,” he added. You looked at him and then the bag. It did look like something else was in there. Kris took out a box. You were sure it was a dress and you weren’t wrong when he opened it.
“Omo!” you gasped looking at the red silk in his hands.
“It’s beautiful but..,” you said
“It’ll fit you. I ordered it to be custom made two weeks ago. I want to assure you that you are still beautiful.” He let the dress flow and presented it to you. It was beautiful- definitely something that would make you feel sexy.
“Thank you,” you said in slight disbelief. You were not expecting him to do all this.
“I would take you out for dinner but you already prepared it so maybe we could go tomorrow?” he asked. You nodded, hugging him tightly.
“I love you okay?” you whispered.
“I love you too,” he replied.
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Kris watched you eat. He knew something was up. You wanted something- something more. He moved his chair close to you so he could make sure. You looked up at him strangely. He was being weird.
“You want something else?” he asked.
“Aniya,” you replied. Your twinkling eyes clearly said the opposite. Kris suddenly got up. He picked up the empty dishes and threw them in the sink.
“I’ll wash them when we come back, right now we need to get you some ice cream,” he said carefully puling you up. You looked at him with an amused expression. How could he have possibly known you were craving ice cream.
“How’d you know?” you asked as he put a coat on you.
“The twinkle in your eyes and that face you make when you want ice cream. You did the same thing the first time we met, remember?” he said. You nodded shyly while Kris put a scarf around your neck. You wanted to ask more questions but you were liking this protective side of him. Something had changed him completely after that morning. He was finally starting to act like he was becoming a father.
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“Did something happen this morning?” you asked Kris while the two of you walked back. He looked at you and a chuckle escaped him. Before you could say something, he used his napkin to wipe the ice cream off of your nose. He gave you a quick peck on your lips to wipe the remaining traces of ice cream.
“You still didn’t answer my question,” you asked, smiling brightly.
“I saw a couple at work,” he sighed deeply. “The guy was taking so much care of his pregnant wife he made me realize I wasn’t doing much.”
“That’s not true,” you said holding his hand.
“You’re too nice,” he replied. “I promise to be take care even more from now on.”
Kris stopped a taxi for the two of you so you wouldn’t have to walk too much. You were unsure about the responsibilities you and him would have after you became pregnant but Kris was doing a great job. You were only falling in love with him more every day.
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I decided to use different ideas instead of going with the usual, him cooking food and all that stuff. Hope ya’ll like this :)
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Xiumin walked into the apartment, tired and exhausted from his activities for the day. You glanced at him from the kitchen with a calm smile. He lifted his fingers, signaling you to remain quiet. He wanted to surprise Hyunshik for coming home early that day.
“He’s asleep,” you said rather loudly. Xiumin gave you a bewildered look. “What do you mean he’s asleep at this hour? It’s only 6 in the evening.” His eyes traveled to the side window which was decorated with sunlight.
“I know. He was just really tired when he got back from school,” you replied.
“Apppaaaa!!” both you and Xiumin jumped around upon hearing Hyunshik’s cry. He wasn’t asleep after all.
“When did you wake up little one?” you asked as he ran toward his daddy.
“Just now when I heard the door open,” he replied. Xiumin lifted him up and planted a kiss on his puffy cheeks.
“You promised to take me to the park today. Can we go now?” he asked excitedly.
“Of course,” Xiumin replied. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He let Hyunshik on the floor so they both could go and change.
A few minutes later, both father and son came out of the room dressed in matching red polo and khakis. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears. They both were your babies. Your cute little babies.
“Where did you guys get that from?” you asked.
“Appa got them last month remember?” Hyunshik said moving his big doughy eyes. You couldn’t recall but you pretended to remember.
“Aren’t you coming?” Xiumin asked you.
“I would love too but I still have to get dinner ready. Didn’t you say the members will be here by eight?” you asked.
“Yeah! I’m sorry it was so last minute,” he apologized.
“Oh don’t worry about it,” you said patting his shoulder lightly. The two boys held hands and walked out the door hoping and jumping. You want to hug them tightly and maybe take a picture or two but you were running out of time. You had a lot to get done.
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“Seriously, how long will it take them to come back? ________ you need to control your boys,” Suho joked sternly.
“God knows,” you said shaking your head. Dinner was ready and everyone was already at the table. The door finally clicked open and in came Xiumin and Hyunshik holding ice creams in their hand.
“Are you kidding me?” you pouted.
“Opps sorry,” Both of them tried to hide the cones behind their backs. You looked at them furiously for their failed attempt and demanded that they give them to you. They obliged and the next second, the ice creams were in the trash. You couldn’t help but giggle on the inside though. Xiumin sat down with the other EXO members while you wiped Hyunshik’s chocolate covered face.
The members stayed long after, playing games, taking pictures and helping you clean up. It was a fun night. It always was when they all came. You and Xiumin got so busy with your work life that you hardly ever had fun. Hyunshik barely spent any time with you guys. This is why little promises like going to the park and having gatherings meant a lot to him.
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You and Xiumin lay in bed scrolling through the pictures from that night. Everybody looked so joyous. You couldn’t help but notice the matching twinkle in your husband and your child’s eyes.
“Thank you,” you blurted out of the blue.
“Thank you? For what?” Xiumin asked.
“For all of this!” you said.
“What do you mean?”
“For treating him like your own,” you said, looking away.
“He is my son,” Xiumin said pulling you closer.
“I know! I know,” you replied. He hugged you tightly and gave you a kiss on your temple. You couldn’t be more thankful to him for coming into your life and accepting you after your husband left you with a two month old son. You were more than grateful that your son had a father he could look up to. Xiumin and Hyunshik were the two best things that had ever happened to you.
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I timed myself. Twenty- four minutes ya’ll! I literally wrote this in 24 minutes. I hope you guys like this one and if my brain is working enough, I’ll be able to cook another one for you guys.
Thank you for reading and I hope you like this one, anon :)
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Kris nuzzled on to your neck. He could feel your hands shaking, as you hid them under the small covers. He looked over at the side of your face. Your eyes were fixed on the TV screen and fear was written clearly on your face. He slid his hand down your arm, which you grabbed greedily to hold on to.
“If you’re scared we can stop watching this,” he mumbled as he planted a kiss on your neck.
“Scared? What? No no I’m fine,” you said in a hushed tone. He smiled at your failed attempt to convince him that you were not scared.
“You clearly are,” he said pushing you from on top of him. You turned around to face him. A mischievous smile took his lips.
“What?” you asked, hitting him on his chest lightly. He shook his head, still smiling and then held your hands.
“I love you, you know that right?” he said, and kissed your hands. You nodded back with a shy smile. Kris was being weird again but nevertheless, you liked he when he occasionally told you that he loved you.
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That night, it had begun to thunderstorm outside. Your weak heart was panicking, thinking about where Kris could be. He had left, after watching the movie saying he had to meet the boys. He usually did that but he never came back this late. It was almost past midnight. You looked at your phone in frustration. There was no point calling him. He hadn’t answered your past five calls or tons of messages.
Suddenly, the screen began flashing. He was finally calling you. You picked up the phone and just when you began to yell, a distant and weak voice cut you. “________! I’m sorry,” Kris said.
“Kris!” you whispered his name. “Are you okay?”
“Aaaaaaahhh,” he cried and then there was complete silence. You heart sank. The hair on your body rose.
“Kris! Krissss… oppaa are you okay???” you asked again and again. There was no response except the faint beeping. You rushed to your window and slid the curtains to the side. The only visible light was the small street lamp in the far corner. Nothing could be seen except the heavy rain creating ripples in the small puddles.
“Oppaaaa!” you whimpered. Tears rolled down your cheeks, quite similar to the raindrops racing down the windowpane.
You began looking for your shoes and an umbrella. You had to go find him. Right when you were about to leave your room you heard your front door open and then shut tightly.
“Oppa!” you said happily and began to rush out. There was no response. As soon as you stepped into the hallway the lights went out. “Oppa!” you said- but this time a lot more scared then the first time. You could hear footsteps and the faint sound of a dripping raincoat. Kris didn’t own a raincoat. You began to take steps back into your room. You grabbed the first thing you saw and ran into a corner.
The man in the coat walked into the room. You were curled up beside the night stand. He couldn’t see you. He moved his head from side to side, as if trying to sniff the air for a human’s presence. His behavior was very animal like- just like the murderer from the movie.
You held onto the fragile object, drinking your own tears as they gushed out of your eyes. Whoever this man was, was surely there to kill you. And that call you just received? Nothing made sense. You were worried about Kris and you were also worried about your own life.
The man began walking towards the side of the bed, closest to you. You scrunched your legs even more but you knew it wasn’t going to help. Another step, and he would be able to see you clearly. You closed your eyes and rested your head against your knee. The footsteps grew closer. He had seen you. His pace became faster.
“Aaa,” you let out a scream when he held you and pulled you up viciously. His grip was firm. It tightened even more as he brought you closer to himself. You could feel his warm breath on your face. Your eyes were tightly shut.
“Krisss,” you whispered one last time before that monster could kill you. Just then you heard a cheerful laugh. The grip loosened and the person pushed you back. The laugh was awfully similar. You opened your eyes and looked up. Kris was standing before you, laughing hysterically at your scared face.
“Oppa???” you gasped in shock.
“Got you,” he said clapping and jumping. As you slowly gained your senses your fear turned into anger. You pushed him angrily and began to walk away. He had gone too far this time. But he held you and pulled you back. “Why are you mad? I thought you weren’t scared of anything?” he asked.
“Are you stupid?” you asked in return and also smacked his forehead lightly. “You nearly killed me. …And what was that whole phone call thing? I was so worried about you. …” Tears were still rolling down your cheeks. “I hate you so much Kris,” you said. He pressed your face against his chest so you could cry all you want to. You held on to him so tightly, that he had trouble breathing. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” You repeated.
“I’m sorry,” you heard him say.
“Yeah! You better be,” you mumbled.
“But you have to admit, it was pretty cool right? And and.. did you see how the lights went out.”
“How did you do that?” you asked.
“I don’t know. I was quite surprised myself but it helped me even more,” he shrugged his shoulders. Just then, both you and him jumped at the piercing sound of thunder. That was soon followed by lots of laughter.
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This one is pretty short too but hey I actually wrote two scenarios this week. Give me some credit. [ I promise it’ll get better once I get done with this semester. I hope ya’ll like this :)
I can totally imagine Kris being a troll but extremely sweet at the same time.
Requested by anon
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A shudder ran through your body when your hand touched his. You turned to look who it was. ‘Oh it’s him’- the tall dark haired guy who had just returned from China; that’s all you knew about him. When you first started working with Exo, for last minute additions to their upcoming album, Kris wasn’t there. You were a little more than surprised when you found out that he was a part of the group too and as a matter of fact, the leader of the Exo M. The first encounter with him was more uncomfortable than you had expected. Instead of greeting you politely, he presented himself with a strange expression planted on his face. He neither said a word, nor moved a single muscle in his body. All he did, was to stare at you, with such intensity that you started to feel insecure.
“Sorry,” he mumbled while stopping for less than a second. You rubbed your hand where your skin had made contact with his. You didn’t like the tingles it felt.
“You’re fine,” you replied to the empty room. He had left faster than you could even utter the first letter of your phrase.
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You stood outside the in the small balcony that opened to the front of the building. All the fan girls had left a long time ago. The area was empty and quite. The dark sky was slowly turning a lighter shade of violet. You heard the door slide behind you and someone entering the small space. You scoot to the side to let them stand next to you.
“Are you tired?” he asked. Your ears perked at the familiar voice but you didn’t dare move your head. You saw his side profile from the corner of your eyes. He was tall, much taller than you.
“No,” you replied in a barely audible voice. The air seemed to be getting heavier around you two. Both of stood in deep silence admiring the bluish streaks in the sky. It was so beautiful that you felt your hair raising. “Aren’t you tired?” you asked him.
You heard him chuckle a little as he turned to face you. You were unsure of what to do. It scared you to look at him. He was too intimidating and what your heart felt when he gazed at you was beyond describable. You stood firm in your position while he looked at you in awe. “I’m not tired…I’m just worried…a little,” he said.
“Worried?” you looked at him in surprise. The dark circles under his eyes over shadowed his bright but tired smile.
“When they said last minute changes, I had no idea they wanted me to sing a ballad,” he covered his eyes with his hands. Your tensed muscles began to relax. “Do I look like a ballad singer to you? I don’t understand why they’re making me do this?”
“That’s your worry?” you asked, trying your best to sound comforting. He nodded finally taking his hands off of his face. “You will be fine,” you smiled encouragingly but avoiding his eyes. “I’ll help you. Don’t worry about it okay?” He nodded again but he was still unsure about everything.
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Three days later:
You stood in the studio waiting for Luhan, Chen and Kris to show up. In the few weeks you had been working with them, they had never been late. This was the first time. You assumed it would be because of Kris. He was really unsure about the whole situation.
“Sorry, we’re late,” Luhan said as he hurriedly entered the room. Kris and Chen followed close behind.
“What happened?” you asked.
“Kris hyung was having issues,” Chen said comically. You smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“Alright, so let’s get started,” you said pushing the boys into the recoding room. Everybody took their positions and settled down. Music started, and the boys began singing.
After quite a few attempts Kris finally got his notes right. He looked over at you nervously, ashamed of his singing abilities. You smiled back calmly to tell him he was not doing bad at all.
“Let’s take five,” you announced, taking your headphones off and adjusting the buttons on the equipment. Chen and Luhan ran for the door as if getting released from the prison. Kris however stayed behind. You looked at him through the glass window. His head was bent down. You knew he was waiting for you to enter the recording room.
“Kris, go take a break,” you said from the door. He stood up and walked over to you.
“I have to tell you something,” he said.
“Hmm,” you asked raising your eyebrows questiongly. He lifted his hands, unsure to whether to hold your hands or put his on your shoulder. He did neither.
“I … I like you,” he said. The strange expression on your face turned into a smile. Your ears blushed a light pink and your heart raced a little faster than it normally did. You were not surprised at all about his confession. In fact you were flattered. He was intimidating, no doubt about that but he was also gorgeous and perfect and amazing. Having a guy like him utter those words to you was unimaginable.
“A..are you sure?” you asked. You secretly cursed yourself for being so silly and asking such a stupid question. You felt him take a sigh of relief. He chuckled nervously at how adorably silly you sounded.
“I’m sure,” he replied. You looked up and into his eyes. You weren’t scared anymore, because they were twinkling this time.
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Pretty short but I wanted to get straight to the point. Hope you all like it :) Another one coming your way pretty soon. Keep a look out for it :)
‘Only she knew the pain of letting her body be embraced by the lips of a person she could never love…’
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You sat in the corner of your room, tending to your latest wounds. They weren’t that deep this time and they didn’t hurt that much either. Surprisingly, he had spared your after pushing you against the night stand. Usually he wouldn’t stop. He would continue till his anger subsided.
A tinge of pain ran through your forehead. You reached for it with your trembling hands. Not a single twitch or change of expression came through. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with a poker face. If anything, you wanted to laugh at how much you had gotten used to it. You reached for the bottom drawer to take out your special makeup that you used to cover up the bruises. You were going to need a whole lot that day.
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“Good morning,” you mumbled under your breath upon entering Exo’s practice room. They were busy practicing, so indulged in their performance that they didn’t even notice you come in. You patiently waited till they finished.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” Kris greeted bowing his head a little. He was still trying to catch his breath. The rest of the boys followed. You smiled at each one of them till your eyes met Lay’s. It hurt you to look at him but more than that, you were scared of his gaze. No one in the entire world but him could read your face. He knew the pain you went through every day. He knew how broken and weak you were from the inside and he knew that you very happily covered it with a fake smile on your lips.
“You guys need to get ready for tonight. Manager oppa said to finish practice and come downstairs,” you reported.
“Ah ye,” they replied with tired voices.
“I’ll be in the room next door if you guys need anything,” you announced before leaving.
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You had just gotten back into your cabinet sized room when you heard a faint knock on the door.
“Come on in,” you said. You didn’t care to look up since you were busy looking for some files.
“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice. Your head shot up right when he closed the door behind him. You looked at him and he at you and for a second you felt tongue tied. You didn’t bother telling him to leave because you had done that many times before. He never listened. He was too stubborn.
“What do you want?” you asked going back to looking for the lost item.
“What did he do this time?” he asked with a slight hint of anger in his voice. How could he possible know? -You asked yourself, touching the bruise on your forehead. You were sure you had covered it well.
“They need you downstairs. You should go,” you replied lamely.
“Don’t change the subject!” he grinded his teeth advancing towards you. The room was just the size for one person to barely fit in. With the two of you in there, there was very little space left to stand too far apart.
“I’m not changing the subject,” you said with a calm smile. You pretended to look at your watch to hide your nervousness and racing heart. “You’ll be late. Go!”
“I don’t care,” he held you close to him, his grip tightening by each second. You remained firm, making sure to not look him in the eyes. His fiery gaze only became more intense. You felt, if you stayed quite any longer, they might burn holes in your body.
“I don’t know how to say this nicely,” you finely began to say. “But this is my life Lay. You really don’t have a say in this.”
“I do,” he shook you aggressively.
“No you don’t,” you whispered back to calm his raging nerves. That’s the thing he hated about you. Even at your lowest, you never showed how you felt. Your eyes had never shed a single tear in front of him. You always had the same flat expressions which were a pure reflection of your numb feelings. It hurt him because he had never seen you smile. Every night before going to sleep he would wish that he had come in your life before ‘that s***** b******’ who made your life hell every day. He wanted to hold you close to him; caress your pain inflicted body and tend your wounded heart. He wanted to make you feel beautiful. He wanted you to smile…
“You’re hurting me Lay,” you finally said, not being able to bear the pain any longer. He looked down to where he was holding you. His grip loosened instantly.
“I’m sorry,” he said leaning in even closer.
“It’s alright,” you replied pushing him back politely. “Now go downstairs. They must be waiting for you.”
You looked from here to there casually, still pretending to look for file which was obviously of no use. His eyes moved along with the movement of your body. If only, you looked straight into his eyes for once. You would know how much he loved you. Deep down you knew how he felt and that’s what you were scared of. You knew well of the nature of women. They seek refuge in the love that is provided to them. In his case, it was over flowing. He loved you too much but you couldn’t accept it. You were a married woman and such things didn’t suit your nature.
Once again with a disappointed face, Lay left the room.
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The music was too loud, the food was yucky and the room was boiling up. You paced back and forth in nervousness looking at your watch from time to time. You had begged the manager to let you go home early but instead he strictly instructed you to not leave his sight. You didn’t quite understand why he needed you around? It was a clearly a party for the boys for their recent success- you weren’t needed there at all.
“Worried about something?” you heard Lay say from behind you.
“Huh!” you jumped around clenching your heart.
“Ah… no.. Not at ..all,” you stuttered.
“Your face says the opposite,” he said in a monotone, showing that he was tired of your innocent lies. “Do you have to be home before a certain time?”
“Oh no no!” you pulled a nervous smile. “I can go home any time.”
Lay chuckled at your failed attempt to convince him. He leaned in closer, holding your hands gently. “You don’t have to lie to me __________.” His voice was tender and reassuring. “I know what you’re going through. If you would just let me help you…”
“I don’t need your help…”
“You do need my help!” he pulled you into an isolated corner and began once again. “Can’t you see? You do need my help. He doesn’t deserve you. He’s not worthy to be with you. I can free you from all the pain he gives you…”
“No!” you pushed him back. “I don’t need your help Lay. Do you understand what I’m saying?” For the first time ever you raised your voice in front of him. You were getting tired of him interfering in your life. Sure you went through a lot everyday but it was none of his business. “This is my life. He is my husband! He can do whatever to me and it should be the least of your concern.” You pushed him back. “Now let me go.” You struggled a little before he finally let you go.
You began to walk away but stopped at the corner. Your anger still hadn’t subsided. “It would be better for both of us if you stop this,” you said. Lay’s lips quivered in anger too. He wanted to hug you so you would calm down but you had made it pretty clear you didn’t want him anywhere around you.
“___________ah!” He called after you right when you stepped out of the room.
“Lay!” his manager called him from the other corner. “Where is __________ going?.. she left her phone here. Someone has been calling her for a long time.”
Lay looked at the phone and back at the manager. A shudder ran through his body thinking it might be your husband. He must be really mad at you was the first thought that crossed his mind.
“Where does she live?” Lay asked worriedly. The manager looked at him strange and took out his phone to find your address.
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You opened the front door hesitantly knowing that your husband would be inside. The hallway was dark which reassured you a little. That feeling went away rather quickly when the lights suddenly turned on.
“Where have you been?” he roared from the living room. You stumbled at his sudden appearance. He lunged towards you in anger. “Answer me.”
“I..was..at the party..for the company,” you quivered in fear.
“And you didn’t care to pick up your phone?”
“My..phone..!” you touched your bag. “Ahhh.. I think I lost it at the party.”
“You lost it?” he lost his temper completely. “I just got you a new one and you LOST IT AGAIN?”
Without a warning he slapped you across the face with great force causing you to fall on the ground. You didn’t even have time to get stable when he grabbed your arm to pull you up.
“Stop it!” you cried in pain. You could taste your own blood from the cut near your lip. “Please stop it. You’re hurting me.”
He clenched your wrist even tighter reopening the previous cuts. “I am so done with you,” he howled.
“Then let me go!” you yelled.
“How dare you?” his eyes widened at your bold attempt. His hand flew in the air again and within seconds you felt it against your skin which began to heat up. Tears flowed out of your eyes in pain.
“Let me go!” you cried once again. He raised his hand one more time but was interrupted by the door bell. He pushed you back on the floor and walked to the door.
A handsome young boy stood across trying to look inside the house as the door opened. “Is _______ here?” he asked.
“She is busy. What do you want?” your husband asked trying to keep his cool. He looked at Lay up and down scanning his appearance. It made Lay uncomfortable. He stood across the man he hated the most in this world.
“She left her phone at the party,” Lay said offering it to him.
“Okay thank you!” your husband replied taking it from him. Lay stood on his toes to try to see past the man but his strong built wouldn’t let him. Just when Lay turned to leave he realized something. Your husband had sweat beads on his forehead and his breathing was passive. Your sudden but meek sniffle confirmed his suspicion. Lay turned around furiously and stopped the door from closing.
“What are you doing?” the older man asked.
“Let me in,” Lay yelled.
“What do you think you’re doing,” he yelled back pushing him out the door. Lay’s eyes blazed with anger and sudden rush took him. He pushed with even more force, this time entering the house. Without wasting more time he ran towards the living room. You sat curled up in a corner, your head buried in your hands.
“__________!” he cried out. You looked up in surprise but before you could say anything your husband reached for Lay from behind.
“Watch out,” you warned. Lay turned around just in time to save himself from the attack.
“You coward!” Lay punched him in the face. “How dare you? How dare you raise your hand at her?” Thw two looked at each other in horror.
“Stop it Lay!” you yelled which only provoked him more. He didn’t stop. Your husband didn’t have time to react.
“You raise your hand at her one more time.. one more time and..” He couldn’t finish his statement. He was too furious to continue. The man on the ground finally got up and held Lay by the collar. “Who are you to interfere in our personal matter?” he punched Lay.
“Don’t hit him,” you tried to interfere but only got pushed back. The two men continued to fight. You had no choice but to call the police.
“STTTOOOPPPPP ITT!” you yelled. Both men turned to look at you. “I have the phone in my hand. I’m going to call the police.” you threatened. Your husband lunged towards you. Lay stopped him and held him by the collar.
“I’m giving you one chance… one chance to run away from here or…” he pushed him back. He stood firm for any attempt to attack. There were none. Your husband looked at you and then at Lay. He thought for a little bit before finally walking out the door.
The phone fell from your hands and you yourself stumbled. Two strong hands held you and picked you up. Lay carried you to the couch and let you sit on his lap. He cupped your face in his hands and then leaned in to kiss you. He kissed all your bruises one by one hoping to relieve you from the pain. He wiped your blood with his hands and then gave you a light peck. His tears mixed with yours. He couldn’t hold himself back. He could feel his heart hurt at your condition. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes. Your suffering had finally ended.
“I’m so tired Lay,” you whispered. He patted your head also running his hands through your hair.
“I love you ________,”he murmured long after. He looked at you lovingly. You had long fallen asleep clenching on to his shirt. He kissed you on your forehead hoping you would never push him away again.
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Wahhhhh!! My first ‘oh so intense’ scenario. I hope you guys like it. Women’s day just passed so I thought this would be a good addition. I could go on and on and say a lot about how women should be respected but that’s not my intent here. I would say if you know anyone or are abused yourself, please speak up. Keeping it inside you won’t help and hoping that the other person will change one day is useless. Fight for your rights :)
Requested by anon Naiya
‘She was afraid of loving and more strangely, she was afraid of being loved in return. “What’s the point?” she would say. “It’s not like it will be eternal. One day they will leave. They will find out that I am not perfect… I am far from that…” Over the years she had completely secluded herself from the society. Her heart was safely caged inside a box cushioned by smooth linen stuffing. No one was allowed to touch it. No one needed to either. Nothing mattered because she knew she didn’t deserve anything. Why was she like this? Had she always been like this? Why did it always hurt her when someone asked her if she was okay?‘
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You walked down the busy street, your head slightly bowed, your eyes fixed on the ground. Whispers, cries, gossips occasionally touched your ear but you let them subside. In only a matter of few seconds you would be far from all of this. Your feet began to move faster as the corner approached. You huddled through the crowd, pushing a few, in frustration. ‘Why do they leave their houses?’ you asked yourself, shaking your head in annoyance.
There it was, right in front of you. Your safe haven, where you felt protected from the world. Only a few years back you had found that place, hidden behind the heavily laden trees. The park was less busy than usual. You swiftly tip toed to your spot, making sure to not catch anyone’s eyes. You bent down, trying to catch your breath when your vision caught something very wrong. Something or rather someone who wasn’t supposed to be there. You looked up- your eyes meeting his and for a second you felt captivated by the sadness they held. It was almost as if you could see your reflection in his personality without knowing one bit about him. Neither of you moved but stared, hoping the other would say something. No words were uttered. Your lips refused to part. Instead of getting mad at him for taking your spot, you let him stay. Why? You didn’t know. You turned around to leave when you heard him murmur. Your body was in an awkward position and so was your mind. You didn’t know if you should ask him what he had said or just quietly leave. You were still debating when you heard him again. This time he said it much louder. “You don’t have to leave.”
Very slowly you turned your head sideways hoping he would say something more. He didn’t. From the corner of your eyes you could tell that he had gone back to reading his book. He either didn’t care enough or he was too aloof to realize that he had unintentionally hurt you. You were just as stubborn and possessive about your things. Without giving the idea a second thought, you trailed to your spot that had been very lamely taken by him. There was no sign of the slightest flinch from him. Both of you of sat stiffly under the shade reading your respective books.
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Two weeks had passed and nothing had changed. It had almost become a ritual. Every day, he would be there five minutes before your arrival time. You didn’t say anything, neither did he bother. Both of you sat quietly. He was perfectly calm and so were you. It became almost movie like. Two strangers meeting like this. Never uttering words directed to each other. Just understanding what the other never said and then never bothering to ask. There was no need. You liked it just the way it was. You had started to get attached. It felt great to see him there every day. Two months? Three and then four passed by. But nothing changed. You were still quiet and so was he.
Then one day everything changed. Like usual, you casually walked to the place your locks dancing along, hitting your face occasionally. Everything was going to be perfect, except that he wasn’t there that day. You scanned the tree up and down and all around foolishly but there was no sign of him. Blinking repeatedly you stood in silence, with your cheeks puffed up. Your heart poked fun of you. You had started doing what you hated the most- caring for others when you knew the result was always going to be bad. They would never provide you the satisfaction you needed. You wanted to show yourself that you were stronger so you sat down, breathed heavily and began reading the book. The words that your eyes were eating were far from being absorbed by your brain. Your frustration level reached its height in a mere few seconds. You slammed your book sipping in the last drop of patience and got up. You couldn’t do it. He had to be there to make it right. He wasn’t- therefore everything was wrong.
A few more days passed and there was no sign of him. You felt betrayed and broken from the inside. You tried to tell yourself that it was no big deal. You didn’t know him or anything but what about your silly heart that kept poking you? You felt miserable. You didn’t want to go back to the place anymore but that little light of hope was still there. ‘He could come…one day…’ you would keep telling yourself.
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Two weeks later:
You sat under the shade as light air brushed your hair and kissed your bare arm. You were reading your book but you were more focused on the sounds around you. Your ears tingled at the sound of someone’s footstep. Your head shot up towards the direction of the sound you’d been craving to here. And there he was- walking towards you like nothing had happened. Like he had all the right in the world to leave when he liked and come back when he wanted. Your eyes raged with anger looking at his calm, innocent face and pure twinkling eyes. As he got closer you realized that that tinkle was because of his teary eyes. He’d been crying or rather weeping…
You looked at him with questioning eyes as you clenched your shaking hands into a fist. He sat down beside you, took out his book and began to read. You couldn’t help but look at him from the corner of your eyes. All your anger had subsided.
“What is it?” you suddenly blurted out. He didn’t look up. It was the first time he’d heard your voice. His ears turned a light pink and he tried hard to act like he was involved in his book. But he couldn’t pretend any longer. You were still looking at him with your big dough eyes demanding an answer.
“That’s none of your business,” he replied.
“I want to help,” you replied. You couldn’t stand seeing him cry like that. You knew better. You had been through days like that. “Please! I know you’re hurting right now. But I can help. Trust me!”
“No one can help me,” he replied putting his book aside. You began to say something but he continued, unexpectedly. “No one will understand what I have been through. It’s just too… much.” He turned his body to face you, looking straight into your eyes. He leaned closer to you and whispered, “It haunts me every night.”
His last statement ran shudders through your body. You wanted to know what his secret was but you couldn’t form the right words to ask. You held his hand and gave it a slight squeeze. “I may be able to help,” you said. He shook his head, shifting to the other side. His hands slid out of yours. He rested his head against the tree trunk sighing heavily. The few words that were exchanged a few minutes back were replaced by the same heavy silence that existed between the two of you.
You heart wished he would trust you more but your mind told you it wouldn’t be right. You would begin to like him and who knows what will that turn into. Then one day he will realize that nothing is perfect and he will leave and you will be alone.
You shook your head out of your atrocious thoughts and went back to pretending to read.
The days after that passed the same way. He had started coming regularly but there was some change that you sensed. The silence between the two of you wasn’t the same beautiful one. It was cutting.
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“I want to take you somewhere,” he said. You looked up in surprise, fixing your glasses. Was he really talking to you after all that had happened a few days ago. More than that, he was asking you such a thing when the two of you barely knew each other.
“Where?” you spit out while your heart kept telling you to do the opposite. Instead of answering you he grabbed your hand pulling you up.
“You won’t regret it,” he said as a smile embraced his lips. He looked happy that day. You smiled too and let him drag you.
The two of you entered the main quad in the park where all the life was. There were people everywhere. He jumped a little, waving his hands in the air as if introducing someone to you
“Look at this,” he said.
“Look at what?” you asked.
“This!,” he pointed to children playing, balloons flying, ice cream man yelling, birds chirping and the flowers dancing alone the wind’s light touch. He wanted to say more but just looking into your eyes made him stop. You were telling him you understood what he meant. It made you happy and it made him happy just a little more.
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He called himself Luhan. His name, his face, his everything made you smile. Just the thought of seeing him the next day made your heart flutter. He had started to open more. He would tell you crazy things. How to do this and that, how to play around and get yourself out of trouble. You listened to his interesting rambles with such enthusiasm that he never wanted to stop. At other times he would talk about much serious things. What his dreams were. What he wanted to do in the near future. They always saddened you because it usually involved him moving away to S. Korea.
“Why?” you would ask.
“It’s my dream to become a star,” he would reply. Your expressions would darken and he would very soothingly run his fingers across your cheek trying to calm you.
He felt extremely awkward coming to your house the first time. He would say that back home he wasn’t allowed to do such things. You would giggle at his innocence. He made you feel things you thought you were incapable of feeling.
Just like one of those days he lay down his head resting on your lap. He had his eyes closed listening to music while you read your book. Something distracted you and so you began to look at him. He seemed calm but you felt like he was trying hard to suppress something.
“Everything alright?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he replied without opening his eyes.
“Luhannnn,” you said pushing him to get up and face you. “If there’s something troubling you then why don’t you say it?”
“Nothing’s troubling me,” he replied getting ready to lie back down.
“No!” you suddenly snapped. “Just tell me okay? I am tired of you hiding everything from me.”
“When have I ever hidden anything from you?” he asked with flustered eyebrows.
“Everything,” you said pushing your hands back in slight frustration. “What do I know about you? I know nothing and I want too but you keep hiding everything from me. I want to know what upsets you? Why you cry sometimes and then wipe your tears as soon as I look at you?… I want to help you but I feel like you don’t trust me. Are we even….” You stopped halfway. You had very often wanted to ask him where your relationship stood with him or if there was even anything between you and him. He never defined it but he also didn’t know that it bothered you a lot. Luhan slid a little bit more, getting ready to leave but you held him. “You can’t just leave like this.”
“You want to know why I’m like this?” he grabbed your arms and held you tightly.
“Yes I do,” you replied even louder.
“It’s because I was sexually harassed my entire childhood,” his words echoed in the hollow air. A gasp escaped your mouth while tears began to rush out of your eyes unannounced. You were in a state of shock, not blinking one bit.
“This is why I never wanted to tell you such things. It hurts me every time I think about it and honestly.. you’re not making it any better for me,” he said pushing you back.
“Luhan,” you whispered his name as he stomped out of the room. Before you could stop him, he was gone. You ran to the door but there was no sign of him. “Luhannnn,” you called out hoping he would return. There was no response. He was gone…
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Two days later:
You felt like someone was knocking on your door. But then again you had been feeling like that for the past 48 hours. He wasn’t going to come. He had made it pretty clear by not answering your text messages or calls.
“_____________! Please open the door,” you heard his voice from the opposite side of the door. The next second you lunged towards it opening it wide. He grabbed you violently and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry,” you heard him say as he planted a kiss on your neck. “I over reacted. Please forgive me. None of it is your fault.”
“No I’m sorry,” you said. You felt him shake his head, also wiping his tears on your shoulder.
Things went back to normal pretty quick after that. The usual movie nights or meeting at the quad resumed. He had started to smile again. You tried your best to not perk anything that would upset him. You wanted to hold on to him tightly and never let go. He’d been through so much in life and you thought you had it hard. He was different. He was special…
Little did you know that what was yet to come was going to bring everything you wished never happened to reality.
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“_______________ah! Open the door,” you heard him yell one night. You rubbed your eyes to look at the clock. It was almost midnight. He never came this late. In fact he tried to leave before 10.
You opened the door to let him in. He was smiling. It wasn’t the usual kind of smile. This one was different because it seemed genuine. He was truly smiling that day. Whatever he had to tell you sure was special.
“I’m going to Korea,” he said without waiting for you to calm down. “I’ve finally decided what I want to do. I want to go there. I think I can do it ___________. I think I can.” Your stared at his face in horror. The words he was uttering sounded selfish. Was he only thinking about himself and not you? Did he even care. Why was he so happy? It made you jealous. You wanted to rip that smile off of his face.
“___________,” he snapped his fingers forcing you back to reality. “You wanted me to be happy right? I think this will make me happy. I think this is what I want to do.”
“But…” you said but stopped upon feeling a heavy lump in your throat.
“But what?” he said. And then there in that moment you knew there was no stopping him. You had no right to stop him and even if you did, you just couldn’t. He was happy. How could you steal that from him?
“Nothing,” you said forcing a smile on your face. He leaned to give you a sweet kiss on your cheeks. “Thanks for staying by my side this whole time,” he said. His hands slowly slid out of yours along with which you felt your whole world sliding out. Your heart mocked you for falling in the trap you never wanted to.
“Luhan,” you called after him.
“Ye,” he turned around.
“Keep in contact,” you said smiling weakly.
“Of course,” was the last word he uttered before he left.
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One year later:
You slowly walked down the busy street dodging anyone who came an inch of a distance close to you. You trailed through the lively part of the park and into your usual hiding, away from all the noise. You opened your book and sat down to read.
“Keep in contact,” you had said.
“Of course,” he had replied.
You heard those words echo in your mind once again. Before tears could come out of your eyes you shut them tightly. He had lied to you. He didn’t message you after the first two month. You didn’t know what had happened to him. All your research always led you to a dead end. There was no sign of him. Had he become a trainee? Was he still alive? Had he moved on?- You didn’t know anything. It had been almost a year and it was pretty clear that he had forgotten about you. Just when you had started to fall for him, he’d left you. Just when you had started to think that maybe, maybe you were wrong your whole life. Love did exist and being loved in return wasn’t that bad after all- he’d left. He had no idea what kind of damage he had done. You were there when he needed someone and now when you needed him he was so far away.
You had considered going after him many times but thinking you would only make a fool out of yourself you dropped the idea. It wasn’t worth it you would say but your heart would whisper that ‘it was.’
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*Ring Ring…ring.. ring..*
You woke up in panic, trying to look for your phone in the dark. It was buried under the sheets somewhere. Your hands moved in all the directions. You finally gave up and turned on the lights. The phone stopped buzzing as soon as you picked it up. It was an unknown number. ‘Who would call at this hour…’ you thought. Just as you decided to go back to sleep the cell phone buzzed again. Hesitantly you picked it up. There was no voice from side aside from the light breathing. Your heart felt a strange tingle. You clenched your fist nervously.
“Guess who,” the voice said. Silence took over once again.
You didn’t know what else to do but smile. He’d come back…
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To anon Naiya- If I have disappointed you I apologize in advance. I was too busy trying to make it right for you that I think I over did it. I wanted to make it extra special but I couldn’t because I know I can’t. [I hope you know what I’m trying to say]- If you want me to change/add anything feel free to message me.
NOTE: I know most people get upset when Chinese members are used in a setting where they are perceived ad Koreans. I couldn’t do anything about this due to the way this scenario was requested. So I hope ya’ll understand :)
If you guys have any suggestions, do let me know :)

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My first analysis - 121206
Lay:
[Not a lot has changed from my first analysis but here’s what I have observed]
Nothing much that we have found out recently except that he is very hardworking. He will do anything to be the best and most of the time we don’t see him getting credit for that. One thing that most people love about him is the fact that he is very down to earth. He will do anything to please others by showing his good manners. [Don’t trust me? Then count how many times he bows down to his sunbaes in less than a minute]. He is also very close to his family and misses them a lot. I’m not saying the other members don’t miss their families. By all means they do but with Lay, he doesn’t have to say it. It just shows through his actions. He will keep his wife like a princess because you can tell he was raised by a queen. Also, Lay is VERY shy. I repeat very shy. He will only talk when he has to. For example interviews. He knows if he doesn’t do his job right he will be bashed for it. But he would never talk out of his own free will. Sometimes we can tell he is depressed [many think it’s because of the rumor about him and his ex girlfriend- they had to breakup before he debuted] but no one knows for sure. Lay still has a cheery side to him and it will come out once he gets more comfortable. His personality only shines when he is with the M members. With K I feel like he pushes himself back because he is over cautious.
Sehun: [My view of him has changed quite a bit from last time]
Sehun laughs. He laughs a lot. I am still confused if he laughs depending on who’s saying the joke or if he laughs because he genuinely finds the thing funny. Sehun is getting a little tired of the whole “I love my Luhan hyung thing”. He still adores him very much but he doesn’t always like to show it. In my opinion him and Luhan have a teasing relationship. At first it seemed like Sehun really liked Luhan because Luhan talked about him a lot/ favored him a lot but he is starting to see that Luhan is like that with everybody so he doesn’t consider himself getting special treatment when in fact Luhan really does love Sehun a lot [As a brother OKAY] And I also feel that if the two of them are together with no Jongin around they act more freely. Whereas when Kai is there Sehun feels the need to interact with him too maybe because Kai is shy and doesn’t talk that much in a sense making himself more desirable/ mysterious. All in all Sehun is still very immature. He still needs to work on his fanservice a little more. But us peasants still love our lovely maknae don’t we?
Kris: [Again not a lot of changes]
I have noticed that Kris can be very awkward sometimes but we are starting to see more of his interactions with the K members. If you look closely Kris doesn’t know it himself but he will run towards the direction of affection. If a member makes an attempt to get closer to Kris, he will take him under his dragon wings and love him a lot. [BAEKRIS anyone?]
Luhan: [Still standing by what I said before]
Probably the most affectionate member in Exo. If a member has a problem and they would want to tell someone about it, most likely it will be to Luhan. He can give people a sense of security. Also, I think his love for Sehun is different compared to his love for other members. Luhan likes Sehun an that’s that. He wants to be around him and he is never afraid to show his affection. With Xiumin it’s the same but Xiumin is one of those people who even if they care don’t really show it. Luhan however doesn’t pull back. He will keep going. One thing that bothers me is the fact that he doesn’t interact with Kris that much. Hopefully we get to see some of that next time.
Kyungsoo: [Not a lot of changes from last one]
Except that Kyungsoo doesn’t talk that much compared to other members. Like Lay he talks when it’s needed. Out of all the K members he was probably the smartest in school. What I love about him is that he lives in his own little world and the clueless expressions he makes are purely unintentional. He doesn’t worry about reaching out because he knows he is the lead vocalist. I think he doesn’t express much is also because SM doesn’t want their lead vocalist to come out as crazy. Over all he is very obedient.
Chen:
He isn’t shy. He was just getting used to the whole fame thing and now his true personality is shining. Chen has the potential to become the life of the party simply by being likeable. He is very sarcastic and quite similar to a venerable puppy who needs to know that he is being loved. Once he learns enough Chinese his bright personality will outshine the other members. He is also one of those people who strive to be the best. He tries hard as I mentioned in the last analysis and I admire him for that. After all who doesn’t like a hardworking man?
Baekhyun: [Mostly the same as last time]
He isn’t as shallow as I perceived him to be but that doesn’t mean he isn’t at all. He speaks his mind [Like Key from Shinee]. If he wants to say it he will without evaluating his consequences. The members may get upset sometimes but he is easily forgiven [w/out him asking for apology] because he is also very lovable. Baekhyun doesn’t really do a lot of fanservice because he doesn’t feel the need to unlike the other members. He will be silly without hesitation knowing people will love him anyways. Most likely he won’t be the member that will outshine others. If he is upset about something he won’t be afraid to show it. I am not a 100% on this but I also feel that he likes being around good looking people- keeping them close to him. One good thing about him is that he will take care of his dongsaengs. All in all- loving the new Baekris and Baektao ships.
Xiumin:
He is finally getting some singing time and I am sure he is enjoying it. I think he is finally getting a little bit more confident and a little less awkward with Kris. Xiumin isn’t very touchy but that is mostly because he feels insecure about his image. Hopefully he will get out of the soon. I think if he is given a chance he will talk a lot. [To me he is a perfect boyfriend material]
Tao:
He is finally getting out of shell and becoming less and less insecure about his image. His maknae side is starting to show. Tao is loveable in his own ways and surprisingly isn’t as shy as we thought he would be. He likes being around people who will show him that he is loved. He can’t reject favors and I love that he is finally doing more fanservice. [I miss Taoris- Sutao and Baektao is taking over aaaaaa]
Suho:
Suho is loveable okay? – and no one can change that. He isn’t as intimidating as I first mentioned him. the members love playing around with him more than with Kris. But I hate the fact that they use him as a toy. He needs to be respected. Just because he is being nice doesn’t mean they can do whatever. Suho’s bright side is finally showing and it is only making him more desirable. [Also a perfect boyfriend material]. I don’t think he is jealous of Kris anymore but I do feel that sometimes he may think about it. He just needs to show that he is in charge a little bit more- sometimes so the members don’t take advantage of his niceness.
Kai:
He still shy but mostly because he doesn’t feel the need to impress people. He knows he can get a girl when the time is right so worry when he is so young. I do feel that he isn’t very open to the other members and likes to keep secrets. This can be frustrating for other members so hopefully Kai can get out of that bubble. Also he need to speak up more in terms of staying in touch with his fans. I am starting to think he is a little arrogant but Im hoping it isn’t true.
Chanyeol: [Nothing much changed]
Chanie my boy..! He needs to stop making hilarious faces and dancing like a grandpa. Sometimes he really does look like one – when he walks. He likes being in charge and he loves to talk. He is very affectionate to the people he loves [Krisyeol will kill me one day] to the point that it starts to overflow. To me he is the most approachable member in Exo.
Feel free to send in your comments- if you want to.
Requested by anon
Xiumin walked into the room with a nervous smile on his face. He still seemed a little shuffled from the news you had given him the night before. It was holiday season and your parents wanted you to come visit them with your boyfriend. Xiumin had met them once before so you didn’t think it would be a big deal.
“You look nervous,” you commented and went back to packing.
“Nervous?” he repeated in a squeaky voice. “No way!”
“Yeah you are. That voice of yours just confirmed it,” you smirked.
“Okay maybe a little!” he gave up pretty quickly.
“Why?” you asked.
“I don’t know… I’ve only met your parents once before. Don’t you think this is a little too fast? And did you even ask them if I could come. It all seems so much..I don’t want to…”
You cut him short by placing your finger on his lips. “Everything will be fine. Didn’t I tell you that they like you? Now don’t worry and help me pack.”
You heard him sigh as he grabbed your ready to go supplies from the shelf and handed them to you.
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Xiumin woke you up when the bus reached its destination. It was faster than usual. He held your hand to support your sleepy state out of the bus. Your parent’s house wasn’t far from the bus stop. Xiumin dreaded every step you guys took towards it. He tried hard not to show it but his shaking hands were making it quite obvious. You smiled at his state and squeezed on to his hand to comfort him.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” both of you greeted at the same time when the door opened. Your father bowed with a stern expression. He motioned for the two of you walk in. You took a step but Xiumin remained still.
“Oppa,” you called on him.
“Huh!.. oh ye.. mianhamnida,” he apologized.
You put your luggage in your room while your father directed Xiumin to the room next door. After he left you sneaked into his room and shut the door close. Normally he would jump up and ask you why you did that but that day he was lost in his own thoughts. It had started to irritate you but you couldn’t really blame him. You got on your knees in front of him and took his hands into yours.
“Oppa!”
He looked up at you with loving eyes. He began to say something but you cut him. “Please don’t make me regret this. I know you’re a little nervous but I promise you they will love you no matter what. You want to know why?” He lifted his head slightly as if asking you why. “Because I love you silly!” He began to blush and shyly looked away at your sudden confession.
“So promise me you won’t space out again,” You asked leaning in closer.
“Of course,” he smiled. He then leaned in and graced your lips with a soft kiss.
“______________ah,” you heard your dad call you. You and Xiumin immediately pulled apart and lunged for the door. For a second you thought you guys were in trouble. It was quite the opposite though. Your dad had put himself into trouble.
“Ye Abuji,” you said entering the small balcony.
“This grill isn’t working. It was working just fine last time though,” he explained himself. Your mother glanced at you guys from the kitchen, smiled and then returned to prepare the meet. You looked at Xiumin signaling him to offer help to your dad.
“Uh.. can I help?” he asked.
“Can you?” your dad snapped back.
“Ah ye, my dad always grills stuff and I usually help him so I’m pretty used to it,” Xiumin replied.
“This grill is different. I don’t think you’ll be able to do it,” your father said. Xiumin began to analyze the problem. Your father went on and on while he started to unscrew the top part of the grill.
“See that wouldn’t do it. You just opened the whole thing,” your daddy complained. Xiumin kept nodded his head out of respect but didn’t move his eyes from the object for one second. You saw your dad smack his forehead in frustration
“Oppa,” you whispered. Xiumin looked up at you and gave you a reassuring smile. He knew what he was doing.
“Here you go sir,” he said after a while.
“What?” your father turned around. “Did you check to see if it works?”
“Aniyo but I’ll do it right now,” he said placing the top back on and grabbing a lighter. You felt like all of you were watching the last 2 minutes of an intense soccer game. If it didn’t work you and him would be very disappointed and most of all your dad would get cocky.
“Aha!” You and Xiumin cheered. He hugged you to celebrate without realizing that your father was still there.
“Uh oh,” he gasped pulling away. “I’m sorry.” He said to your father. Both you and him froze as he gave you deathly stares. You knew he was going to say something unpleasant but instead his expressions softened. He patted Xiumin’s back and said thank you.
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After that day you rarely saw Xiumin or your father at home. They were either out playing golf or discussing serious political issues in the study room. Sometimes they even played chess. You liked the fact that they were getting along but at the same time you weren’t getting to spend any time with them. Days were passing by quickly and it was almost time for you guys to leave.
You sat on the couch staring blankly into space. Your mother came and sat beside you. She was hoping you would say something. Little did she know that you had no idea she even entered the living room.
“_______ ah is something bothering you?” she asked putting her hand on your shoulder.
“Aniya, I’m fine,” you said recovering from your startled state.
“Don’t lie to me,” she said with a comforting smile. You lay your head on her lap and closed your eyes.
“Umma.. don’t get me wrong. I really love that appa and Xiumin are getting along but I am not getting to spend any time with either of them. Xiumin rarely ever gets any days off and I barely ever see Appa since I live so far away. I love both of them so much but … uh I don’t make any sense,” you said giving up.
Your mother chuckled at your disturbed state. She planted a kiss on your temple but didn’t say anything. She didn’t have too. Just then you heard your father’s voice.
“__________ ah I have something planned for all of us today,” he said cheerfully. You immediately got up. He came and sat beside you.
“I am so sorry. I didn’t even think about this.”
“Aniya appa, it’s okay. I was just..saying..”
“Technically it’s your fault,” he said.
“What?”
“Ye! You’ve chosen such an intellectual boy for yourself that I love hanging out with him.”
“Apppaaaaa,” you whined while Xiumin blushed at the comment. Your dad chuckled and then pulled you up.
“Now I know you guys have to leave early tomorrow morning but we can still do something. The night’s still young,” he said. The air filled with laughter at your father’s failed attempt at sounding young.
Together all of you went to out for dinner and then had some nice coffee to finish the night. Xiumin was happy and so were you. You were glad you had chosen him and also that your parents approved your relationship. As long as everybody was together nothing could go wrong.
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I wasn’t planning on writing but I pushed myself and so this scenario.. basically just..happened. I make no sense at the moment and I apologize to the anon who requested this. My brain is still fried and my emotional state is still shuffled. I have to finish my pending list ASAP so I pretty much forced myself to write this one. Maybe in the future if I come up with a better idea I’ll add it to this scenario.