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[exokyungstar]

hello, everyone! it’s been a while, but yeah, so i’m now leaving this blog. you guys can still read my scenarios because scenarios because i’m not deleting this blog. for all the requests i havent done, i’m really sorry >.< please do understand. thank you so much for everything  ♡

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Parallel Hearts #3 [b.b.h]

Series Masterpost - exokyungstar’s masterpost 

Genre: Angst Warning: -

Subject: Help me again. Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] 22 July 2010, 8AM (not sent)

Help me, I want to cry again.

I can’t spend a day without thinking of you at all. Does it bad? It is. Especially when I tried to be normal using my best effort on acting normal, but apparently my normal wasn’t normal enough.

People around me keep telling me to get over it, to get over you. Literally everyone, even my dumbass brother. It’s really stupid, right? It’s not as easy as it sounds. They couldn’t understand. They told me everytime that you’re dead, and fuck, I know. I fucking know that you’re six feet under. Why else would I be like this? It’s so fucking obvious, and it really hurts that they keep saying it over and over.

No one understands. Really. Absolutely no one.

Oh, they also told me to find someone else. I was literally going to punch anyone who said that. Is it acceptable to look for someone else so you can cure the feeling of losing someone? It’s not okay. And it’s not easy. It’s really stupid. I really don’t get why people told me stupid things these days. I’m going crazy.

But the image of you in a barista uniform haunted me from days to days. I got confused, but I guess I was just desperate for your presence. But that voice, is it you or is it her? I’m gonna punch myself in the face. What even is this? I think I’m crazy already. I can’t understand everything, I can’t understand everyone, not even myself.

Would you come back and help me?

-b.

[exokyungstar]

Cute (Do Kyungsoo)

Genre: Fluff fluff fluuuuuffffff be prepared for a fluffy kyungsoo :’>

Category: Do Kyungsoo one-shot

Characters: Kyungsoo x nameless OC

Warning: -

Summary: In which Kyungsoo thought it’s really unfair for someone to be too cute without even trying to.

A/N: NEON BULGONGPYEONGHAEEEEE, alright, this is requested ^^ I’m sorry if you don’t like this one though. But thank you for requesting! ♡ and sorry for the long wait :(

“The way you think that it’s unfair for me to be cute is ... cute.”

“Do you want some cotton candy?”

She looked at him and nodded, giving him a small shy smile. He chuckled and dragged her along to the cotton candy seller, not hearing the sound of her heart thumping really loud against her chest due to the simple touch.

“Would you like the pink one or the blue one? Oh, look, there’s purple too.”

“Anything, really,” she smiled again, showing a pair of beautiful dimples on her cheeks.

Kyungsoo gave her a tsk sound. “Alright, I’ll just get you the pink one because it’s cute. And it suits you.”

He’s so weird. 

The amusement park was crowded that day. Actually, Kyungsoo told the girl that she would be having a photoshoot there, but seeing how crowded it was, he decided to do it some other time and turned the photo session into a ... date. 

Kyungsoo joined the photography club in the university. He was one of the students who were really passionate doing it. Especially because he started providing for the college magazine. And that’s how exactly he met her, a cute short girl from the journalistic club who writes for the college magazine, and he saw a potential model inside her.

But the more they met, the more Kyungsoo saw something else inside her. It was an indescribable beauty that Kyungsoo had never found with his own eyes. The way she bites her nails when she was in deep thoughts, the way she frowned when something didn’t go as expected, she was a living art that Kyungsoo couldn’t believe exist.

It told him enough. He fell in love.

Her round brown eyes stared right at him, making him feel uncomfortable and awkward. He was not used to this. She’s really cute and he couldn’t stop wondering how’s that even possible. His heart was beating faster each time her pupils moved to his and gosh, the beat probably stopped for a while.

“Yah,” Kyungsoo gulped. “Can you not ... please don’t stare at me like that.”

She raised an eyebrow, the smile quickly vanished from her lips. “What? Why?”

Kyungsoo let out a nervous chuckle. “T-trust me, it’s ... it’s hard for me to handle myself, really,” he laughed a little, his heart beating really fast that he thought he would explode anytime soon. 

“Seriously,” she laughed. “I don’t understand, but, well, okay then. I will not look at you at all ‘till the end of the day.”

“Nothing will change if you will still do it tomorrow and the day after, though,” he said. Although her eyes weren’t on him anymore, the different aura he felt due to walking next to her didn’t help to calm him down. “Ah, why am I being like this,” he mumbled to himself, deeply cursing. He would totally burn himself in embarrassment if anyone finds out.

“You’re so cheesy, come on, it doesn’t suit you,” she hit him playfully.

His eyes turned to her, admiring the masterpiece. How did everything turned this way all of sudden? Did she have the power to turn him back to the person he was before? Kyungsoo was never been the one to say how he feels directly. But then, he just realized that he told the girl that he couldn’t handle himself if she kept staring at him.

Ah, seriously? He wanted to kiss her right there. It’s really unfair that no matter what expression she showed, no matter what she did, he would still admire her anyway. He secretly envied her. He didn’t even know certain people have that much impact on others.

“Well, then, sorry,” he shrugged. “I mean, it’s really unfair.”

“What is?”

“You’re so cute it’s unfair,” he exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. His fingertips were cold and a little shaky.

“Oh, please. Like you are not cute yourself,” she rolled her eyes. “And the way you think I’m cute is ... cute. Is this really you? The Do Kyungsoo I met in college?”

He chuckled nervously. “I  think I am not myself right now but yes it’s me,” he bit his lower lip, preparing what to say next. “So ... is it a yes? Instead of a canceled photoshoot, would you consider this a date? And would you say yes if I ask you again next time?”

[exokyungstar]

Is your request is open? If it open, can i request a scenario fot Kyungsoo based on EXO - unfair? Hehehe thank you~♡

It is indeed open! Thanks for requesting! I’ll try to write it for now ^^ I guess Unfair is a fluffy song and I usually write angsty fics, but I already have ideas in mind hehe. I’m sorry if it’s not what you expect tho :>

- [update: 02/25/2017] - hello! your request is posted :) i’m sorry for the super long wait. i was in a boarding school and now that i got out i can finally finish it ^^ i’m sorry if it’s not good enough tho. thank you so much for requesting :)

[exokyungstar]

Parallel Hearts #2 [b.b.h]

Series Masterpost - exokyungstar’s masterpost

Genre: Angst Warning: -

Subject: I miss you so much Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] 13 July 2010, 11AM (not sent)

I honestly thought she was you.

I must be crazy.

But you know, I was wrong at both. She wasn’t you, and I wasn’t crazy either. She was just a new barista in Minseok hyung’s cafe. He said he wanted to have a talk with me, to help me get over the thought of you for a while.

The irony, because your doppelganger was standing right there at the counter, with the same blinding smile and a pair of dimples. It’s killing me. I tried to stay still and not glance at her direction, but man, I hoped she was you, I couldn’t help but pray deep inside my heart that she was really you.

Well, then I probably really am crazy.

The sight of her kind of ruined my mood. I had my hopes, I thought Minseok hyung was really going to help me, but apparently, with your look-alike standing not far from me, how seriously am I going to forget you? Hyung told me that when the girl first applied for the job, he thought she was you too.

But instead of really doing what he was supposed to do (which I actually still don’t know what is), he told me more about the girl. She just moved in town. She took dance major, along with Jongin in the same university. They’re friends, and that’s how exactly she found out about the job available in the cafe. Her schedule would be depending on her studies.

She would never be you, but somehow I see you in her. Her face, her figures, she reflects you so much that I started to wonder if you have a long lost twin sister. Even your handwritings are alike. Her fingers are a little bit skinnier and longer than yours. She was a little taller. She smelled like chocolate, sweet and mysterious. And when she smiled, I somehow wished I’d never see her again.

Because it hurts to see her smile. It’s like I’m falling for you all over again when you’re not even there.

-b.

< 4 days ago - 9 days later >

[exokyungstar]

Parallel Hearts #1 [b.b.h]

Series Masterpost - exokyungstar’s Masterpost 

Genre: Angst. Warning: Curse words and mention of death.

Subject: Help. Sender: [email protected] To: [email protected] 9 July 2010, 1 PM (not sent) 

I had the worst hangover in the history. It’s much worse than you’ll ever think.

I honestly can’t remember how much did I drink last night, but I know for sure that I was drunk enough to actually not crying myself to sleep. And now, I think I can swallow a whole pack of aspirin due to impatience about this fucking headache. I’m still feeling so fucking hurt, thanks to you. I really am going to jump off a cliff soon. I’m a fucked up. I hate myself.

Babe, what did I ever do wrong?

If you were here, you’d try to calm me down saying that I’m not the one to blame for this and there’s nothing wrong with me. You’d say the one that’s wrong is the world, but you never seem to remember that i am part of this fucking world.

I’m sorry. It’s my fault too, I guess.

But I wish you can hear me. This sickening thoughts are starting to drive me nuts. You really shouldn’t be surprised if I really am going to jump off from my father’s office building’s rooftop. Dear, I need help. I need you. I need you to be here. You turned me this way but I don’t care. Right now, you’re the only thing that can cure me.

How many more nights do I have to survive?

I cry at the thought of you. I just can’t believe you did that. I tried to stay strong, but it’s not even a month and I’m already giving up. And now everyone seems to understand. I can’t. I can’t keep moving forward with the thought of you haunting my mind.

I know you wouldn’t like seeing me this way, so I told myself to stop feeling guilty. But it’s probably my fault for not loving you enough which caused you to leave.

But if I’m tortured like this since day one without you, am I still not loving you enough?

-b.

4 days later >

[exokyungstar]

Parallel Hearts [Byun Baekhyun; masterlist]

Genre: Angst + fluff

Category: Byun Baekhyun series

Character: Byun Baekhyun x nameless OC x ex girlfriend

Warning: death, heartbreaks

Description:

Though fate was the one who made them met for the first time, Baekhyun hated himself.

The image of his past kept haunting him, creating a great kind of scared inside himself. But on the other side, he couldn’t help but keep going, knowing it was wrong, pretending as if he didn’t have a choice when he actually did.

Is it okay to keep the scar inside himself forever or letting go of it and break another heart?

Summary: In which Baekhyun saw the love of his life came back to life.

Masterlist:

1. 07/09/2010 (updated: 12/25/2017) 2. 07/13/2010 (updated: 12/25/2017) 3. 07/22/2010 (updated: 02/24/2017)

[exokyungstar]

City Lights (Do Kyungsoo)

Genre: Angsty? Fluffy? Aaaahhh idk :’>

Category: Do Kyungsoo one-shot

Characters: Kyungsoo x nameless OC

Warning: -

Summary: In which two hearts speak louder than two pairs of lips.

A/N: wrote this when I was in my dorm :> I’m sorry if this isn’t good enough. (and an information which no one cares about would be) I’ll be back to the dorm on Friday, so enjoy this one alright :’> I hope I can write more uhuhu (again, gif not mine :>)

“One night, he wakes strange look on his face, pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend.” And you know what it was, he is in love.”

She was always there.

She was everywhere. When he opened his eyes, it was as if she was all he could see. When he forced them close, her voice rang in his head without stopping. She stayed at the back of his mind, being something to keep himself sane every single day. She was all hewanted, all he needed.

He was utterly, mindlessly in love with her. If there’s something which motivated him to live another day, it’s her. The lights in her eyes gave him hope, and the smell of her fragrance sent him in bliss.

She was so beautiful that no love song would be good enough to define her perfectly. He could spend all day looking at the--which in his opinion--prettiest creature in the universe.

But he didn’t want to ruin it, the beautiful friendship between the two of them which had been built for years. The friendship itself was the most precious thing in his life. Looking back, they’ve been through so much together, ever since they were just as tall as their fathers’ kness until they took off their graduation clothes.

Sure, they did fall apart many times from time to time, but in the end they found their way to each other. Each other’s company feels like home. Missing the other one feels like missing another part of themselves, like an incomplete puzzle pieces.

And then there they were, on the sidewalk in the busy street. City lights shone through the night together with the stars above, guiding them to their way back home. The cold air didn’t bother them, each other’s presence felt warm enough.

As they talked and stared at each other, he could see it in her eyes that she knew. She knew he loved her. She knew he wanted her. But the look on her eyes was if asking him back, “Why don’t you do anything about it?”

“You--” he started, his voice turned a little shaky. “You’re my best friend.”

And that was it. It explained everything. She chuckled then nodded. She knew. She knew that would be it. She nodded again, then smiled at him, trying to tell herself that she was happy enough to be his best friend.

But as they stared at each other again, he could see that she felt the same.

And as they walked through the cold night under the city lights, the two came to realization,

that they were both in love.

A/N: I’m sorry about thisss aaaa hope you like it though I dont (I just feel like posting it). The lights under the gif is You Are In Love by Taylor Swift btw :>

[exokyungstar]

Stuck (Do Kyungsoo)

Genre: Angst

Category: Do Kyungsoo one-shot

Characters: Kyungsoo x nameless OC

Warning: -

Summary: In which Kyungsoo got stuck in elevator, feelings and confusion all at once.

A/N: I got slightly inspired by this fic. But this one will be different, I promise :> (gif not mine btw)

“And I guess I’m stuck between the fear of trying again and the desperation of your presence.”

Everything felt like yesterday.

Memories kept coming back, hurting him over and over without caring that he needed to live. People started to notice that the Kyungsoo they once knew turned weirder than he already was. He got lost in thoughts so easily that no one can even make sure if he was really there or not.

“I told you she’s not good for you, didn’t I? I warned you.”

The words his friends said bothered him more than it should, but it didn’t affect his feelings towards the girl. He didn’t regret knowing her. He didn’t regret falling in love. He didn’t regret anything, it’s just the moment when she left him without any notice which hurt so much. He just wanted her, nothing more. He was just hurt and sad, but he didn’t hate her, not even a bit.

She was different. He never loved anyone the way he did to her, and he probably would never. She was his entire galaxy, his whole universe. She was his reason to keep going, his air to breathe in.

And then she left, it felt suffocating. It was as if he was drowning.

But he was Do Kyungsoo, he shouldn’t be that way. He should stand up straight and keep his head high, acting like a little evil which no one could mess with like he usually did. 

And that’s what he did. He pretended he was okay, he pretended that he was his usual self to get his noisy friends to shut the hell up. But his mind was nothing but a chaos, and his heart was as if it couldn’t be fixed. The thought of her visited him from time to time, trying to get him to stop the act.

But he wouldn’t. Not in front of people. His heart might break but his appearance wouldn’t change. He might get hurt but he would still be Kyungsoo. No one hurt Kyungsoo. No one mess with him.

That Sunday, he left his apartment at seven. He wanted to have a day with only himself, trying to cure his sadness and loneliness by staying away from the crowded world. Reminiscing his old days, his wasted chance. Walking on the path they walked together, drinking the drinks they had together, trying to free himself from those memories.

Kyungsoo ran back to his apartment building after getting her favorite coffee from their favorite cafe back on those days. The wonderful smell of latte macchiato tickled his nostrils. He wanted to sneeze. He wanted to vomit. It reminded him so much of her, especially of her cute smile and beautiful voice saying “Thank you,” to him after receiving her favorite drink on Sunday morning.

Maybe he didn’t like macchiato. He just missed her.

The elevator was wide open with only one person inside. Kyungsoo raised his hand and walked faster inside it, for a moment forgetting that he was holding a cup of coffee on his hand, spilling it a little on the lobby floor.

They waited for a short moment, waiting if someone else wanted to get into the elevator. But no one came, so the person closed the door and started to ask,

“Which floor?”

And that was when Kyungsoo turned his head to the person, and the person also turned to look at him properly.

And that was when, after months, they stared at each other’s eyes again for the first time.

Then right after it, the elevator stopped.

“You know where I live,” Kyungsoo said, turning his head away, not having the guts to look at her in the eyes.

“I swear, you did this on purpose,” she kicked the elevator door after letting out a tsk sound and sighed.

“What?”

“This elevator-stopped thing,” she glared at him. “You set this up.”

“Me?” his eyes widened, letting out an empty chuckle and stared at her weirdly. “Of course, yes I am. Knowing I didn’t even know you were the one inside, and that I spilled my coffee because I didn’t want to wait for another elevator turns. Sure, yes, I set this up so I could enjoy you glaring at me and me wasting my time.”

She sighed again, resting her head on the wall next to her. “Shut the hell up. You’re so annoying.”

He wanted to say something, but he held back. He was surprised that they didn’t come across each other in months, knowing that she lived on the fifth floor and him on ninth. He sure did miss her a lot. She didn’t seem to change either. But her attitude towards him certainly did.

And he couldn’t seem to understand. She was her loving self right before she dumped him. But then, could she look at him normally, not glaring like an enemy?

“Here. This is for you,” he handed her the macchiato. “You know, I’m not that much of a fan of this thing.”

“I don’t like that thing anymore,” she said. “It reminds me of you.”

“That’s ... that’s why you don’t like it anymore?” his hands weakened. Sadness and disappointment started to attack him. He tried to come back to his senses. 

No, let’s not be weak. Not even in front of the person that makes you weak. 

She shook her head, her eyes turned to look away. “No.”

“Then why?” he asked. “Just ... why? We suddenly broke up and you suddenly blocked my number. I couldn’t find you anywhere, not even in where you work, not even in campus. I knocked on your door but you didn’t open. I left you notes but you didn’t respond. You seemed to be okay before then. Just ... why? Aren’t you, aren’t you happy with me? Aren’t you happy about us? Have I been wrong all this time?”

She could literally hear the pain on his voice. Her heart softened. Her walls broke. She knew, she was always in realization that she had been hurting him the entire time. She tried to hold back her tears, and let out a mental sigh.

“I’m just confused. I have always been. All I ever wanted to do is ask,” he mumbled, loud enough for her to hear. He turned his eyes to the floor. “Why? Didn’t you love me? Or did you lie?”

“Hey, stop,” she said sternly, furrowing her brows.

“And I guess I’m stuck between the fear of trying again and the desperation of your presence,” he kept talking, but his eyes didn’t try to look at her even a bit. “I’m gonna be honest the way I never would to anyone; I miss you. A lot. I started to think that I’m crazy enough. But seeing how you ignored me, how you pushed me away without telling me the reason makes me scared.”

And then, she lost it. Turning her head away, a few drops of tears ran down her cheeks because how hard his words hit her. She didn’t know she hurt him that much, she failed to notice that he loved her so much. 

Kyungsoo would never be the one to spill about how he really feels. But he just did. No one would ever believe it. He was right; he was honest in a way that he never would to anyone else.

“Yah, don’t, don’t cry,” he said, eyes still glued to the floor. He tried to stay still, fighting the urge to hold her and wipe her tears away. “I’m sorry.”

But she missed him too. She loved him just as much as he did. He didn’t know that she broke herself more trying to leave him. She hurt herself worse that she did to him. 

He would never know.

“You must hate me a lot right-”

“No, I don’t. I swear I don’t,” he cut her off. “I’m just confused.”

“And hurt, and sad, and lonely, and scared. Name them all, Kyungsoo,” her eyes stared right at his, not trying to hide whatever look was in them.

Kyungsoo didn’t dare to mention them all. All he did was staring back at the girl in front of him. Emotions were written all over their faces.

“You have to. You have to hate me. I actually don’t hate you at all, but you did nothing bad to me,” she said. “Forget me, Kyungsoo. If that’s the only way to let go, then just hate me. I deserve it.”

She was waiting for an answer, but the guy didn’t say anything. He turned his head to the ground. It was her turn to speak. He wanted to know what she had to say.

“The only way to make you keep going is to let go of you,” she said in a low voice, her tone held sincerity to it.

Her sentence confused him more. He turned his head back at the girl.

“I’m actually worse than you think,” she whispered. “I’m worse than you would ever imagine.”

The elevator started to move again, startling him a bit. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

“Just hate me, Kyungsoo. I deserve it,” she said, turning away. “And I hate myself too, more than I think I’d ever would. But Kyungsoo, you need to live on, without me.”

His brows furrowed. He tried to understand her words, but he couldn’t swallow them just like that. He wanted a reason.

But he was running out of time. As his lips parted again to let out a few words, the elevator door opened, and she walked out so fast that he didn’t even get a chance to blink.

As he stood there, with a cup of macchiato on his hand, closing the elevator door before it’s going up to the ninth floor, realizing that he still hadn’t even get to hear the reason and he probably wouldn’t see her ever again.

All he did was sigh.

[exokyungstar]

Chanyeol: Nobody loves you

Kyungsoo: Lol

Chanyeol: And I'm nobody to you

Kyungsoo: Lol

[exokyungstar]

Son: Why is my friend named James

Sehun: Because parents name their kids what they think is cool

Son: So why is everyone making fun of me if I'm cool

Sehun: Enough questions, Yehet

[exokyungstar]

Hi, I don't know if this is too long or really descriptive but can you do a Baekhyun scenario where him and the reader like each other but he acts as if she means nothing to him because he's afraid of getting rejected, like he even treats her bad even though the rest of the members treat her good. So when she confesses to him he rejects her because he was shocked. But then she starts hanging out with her male best friend whom she used to be in love with and Baekhyun gets really jealous.

Omg this is a really good one! I will definitely try it ^^ thank you! (I don’t know when did you send this too I’m sorry if I take too long to reply omg)

[exokyungstar]

The comeback needs to be OT9 because you can’t sLay without Lay

[exokyungstar]

Hey love 😊 I just wanted to drop by and tell you that your writing is truly amazing. It's so beautifully written and so entertaining to read. You deserve so much appreciation for it. You're really talented and I hope to see you write more of your great works. And please always take care of yourself and be safe where ever you are. Lots of love dear 😘😘😘

omg this is really sweet ㅠ.ㅠ thank you thank you thank you thank you so much for being supportive! i’m really glad that you like my writings and i really appreciate it that you drop by and let me know. thank you so much! you too please take care and be safe and don’t forget to have a great day !!!! ♡

[exokyungstar]

Take You Home (Park Chanyeol)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Category: Park Chanyeol one-shot

Characters: Chanyeol x nameless OC

Warning: bullying and there will be a few swearing here and there

Summary: In which some people thought it’s funny to pull a nasty prank on a girl they don’t like.

A/N: This isn’t inspired by Baekhyun’s Take You Home. This might be my last fanfic for a while :’> I’m really sad, but it’s been short and great so I’ll miss you guys 

“Get on my back. I’ll take you home.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks without caring that she actually wanted to stop crying, at least until she could finally lock the door to her room.

But how would she go home? Should she just walk with only her white socks on? It wouldn’t be easy, knowing that she lived fourty minutes away from the school she went to.

Those bitches really deserve a few good punches in the face. She was really frustrated as to why they wouldn’t leave her alone. Giving a shit or two about someone you don’t like is totally a dumb action, let alone not leaving them alone. Those girls were just dumb in general, no one would ever understand.

It was the second year of high school where she should just enjoy the time without worrying about anything much. But of course those so-called seniors just had to make her life a living hell. It’s not like she did anything wrong on purpose, one of them was replaced by her as the vocalist in the school band, but it wasn’t her choice either. Instead of bothering her all the time, why wouldn’t they attack those who have chosen the poor girl as a vocalist?

They knew her weaknesses. They knew about her financial draught, seeing she only lived with her father because her mother died a few months back. They knew that she’s a trainee in a famous agency and they would do anything to get her kicked out of the company. They unbelivably made great plans on how to fuck with the girl’s life, despite their lack of academic intelligence.

She didn’t tell anyone either, pretending that nothing happened although everything hurt her like a million buller. If anything, she would be the one trying to hide the fact that she was bullied. She went to an all-girls school an rumors spread fast, but she thought that she was too powerless for even trying to defend herself once.

Just a few weeks ago, they threw eggs at her in the school field in front of everyone. She had to skip her evening trainee practice because of the damn smell, and went home instead trying to get rid of it. Then a few days ago, they broke her phone knowing that she had no money to get a new one.

And that day, that evening, there she was. She stood all alone in the parking lot, crying. Everyone went home because it’s already late. She decided that she wouldn’t come to the evening practice, knowing that she didn’t even have a clue on how to go home and it’s already late so she would get yelled at again.

The agency building was just twenty minutes away on foot, but did she have to walk with only her socks on and an ugly crying face? They tore it apart. They tore her shoes apart and threw them in the swimming pool. There’s no way she wear those ever again, she couldn’t even find the left shoe.

“Why are you still here, god dammit? I arrived and you weren’t there. Is it your new hobby to get your trainers yelling at you again?”

She lifted her head to see Chanyeol in front of her. He was already in his sweatshirt instead of his school uniform, eyes staring at her in concern.

If there’s one thing no one knows about her, it’s her precious boyfriend and fellow trainee, Park Chanyeol. He went to another school and he never knew anything that happened in her school. But for some reason, she wanted to keep it that way, although she knew he might be upset once he finds out that she’s keeping things from him.

“Come on, let’s go home and get you changed, then we’ll go there together,” Chanyeol grabbed her hand and tried to drag her with him, but she wouldn’t move.

His eyes furrowed and he noticed the tears on her cheeks, escaping together with the sound of her silent cries.

“Yah, what’s wrong with you?” he asked, then stood closer. His arm rested on her shoulder, eyes gazing every inch of her. “Where are your shoes?”

“They--” she hiccuped. “They t-tore it apart....”

She finally had enough of this. He caught her at the worst state possible, it wouldn’t be easy to lie in front of his face.

Chanyeol’s eyes furrowed even more. “Who are they?” he asked. “What did they do to you?”

But she couldn’t answer. She just cried, and Chanyeol also did nothing but pulled her into his embrace, letting her cry on his chest. A million questions were running through his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to blurt them out. Her cries weakened him.

It might be overreacting for her to cry over a pair of shoes. But she couldn’t hold herself no more. Her mother was fired from her job a few weeks before her death, then the woman got a new job and bought a pair of shoes for her daughter with her first salary, knowing that the girl outgrew her old ones. Having those bitches tore it apart is too fucking cruel.

He pulled away from the hug when she calmed down, but she still wouldn’t look at him in the eye. Tears were still running down her cheeks, but he thought she felt better after letting herself loose on his chest.

“Get on my back. I’ll take you home,” Chanyeol said before facing his back at her and lower himself.

She didn’t move. She couldn’t believe that this guy just offered her his back. He was usually the one whining about her house being too far from his. Having him like this is kinda strange.

Besides, a fourty minutes piggyback ride? Are you serious?

“Do you want to go home or not?” He asked louder impatiently. “Should I just leave you here alone?”

Without having any other thoughts, she obeyed and he carried her like it was nothing. She was slightly nervous that he would drop her after just a few minutes. But he didn’t, even ten minutes later, he was still strong carrying her without giving a shit about people’s rude stare.

“Do you want to go to practice?” he asked. “If you don’t want to, I’ll skip with you.”

She shook her head slowly. “You don’t have to,” she whispered.

“I want to,” he insisted. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay. Let’s get yelled at together tomorrow, just this once. I don’t want you to go through that again on your own.”

“You really don’t have--”

“You need to tell me what’s wrong, you know. Just stop keeping things to yourself. I don’t mind with you sharing your problems with me,” he cut her off, changing the topic so she wouldn’t argue. “Right now might not be the best time, but you can tell me who they are. I promise I won’t make it worse for you.”

She rested her cheeks on his shoulder. “Okay.”

They spent another ten minutes walking in silence, and she felt at peace. It somehow felt like her heart could finally rest when she’s with him. She was getting too comfortable on his back, almost falling asleep.

“I don’t get why wouldn’t you take the bus,” he whined.

Of course. 

“Let’s get to my place first. My uncle once bought me a pair of really cool shoes but they were too small on me. I can’t even understand why he thought my feet would be that small,” he said. “But I really like the shoes so i bought myself a bigger size which looked exactly the same. I think the smaller ones will fit you.”

She frowned, feeling guilty.

“Now we have matching shoes,” he grinned at the thought of it, laughing to himself. “You don’t even have to buy a new one!’

“Yah,” she whispered, hitting his chest with no energy. “Why are you like this?”

All he did was shrug.

“Because I love you,” he then said. “Now shut up and just listen to what I told you. Next time, you tell me when something is wrong, understand?”

A/N: I’ll (hopefully) see you guys again :>

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I'm curious, who is your bias?

boi, choosing a bias is really hard. i swerve lanes so many times during the past five months (yes guys hello i'm new to the fandom !! hehe please take care of me well ^ㅅ^ ), but to be honest i'm really soft for jongdae and kyungsoo ♡

[exokyungstar]

Tbh your blog is like, so so so good and you make really great angsts. You're seriously really good at this. You really do deserve more notes and notifications. I love your blog so much! Please keep writing <3

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