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Silver Tongue (Part II - Final)

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' "OW!" He screamed, his hand flying up to inspect his burning lips, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!" '

This was the last straw.

You had forgiven him for trashing your apartment. You had forgiven him for wrecking your car. You had ignored the time when he completely ruined you brand new carpet...

But this was the last straw.

Because NOBODY can mess with a tattoo artist's ink...

Not even a werewolf...

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Miniseries/Werewolf!AU

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/LowkeyCrack

Member: Kim Minseok/Xiumin

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You walked out of your bedroom, for the second time that morning, in confidence. As you were expecting, Minseok was on the sofa, watching TV, when he saw you exit your room. He immediately jumped up and ran towards you with open arms. But as he drew closer, he noticed all the silver you were wearing and he stopped in his tracks. He looked you up and down with an expression of disappointment and betrayal- his eyebrows were creased and he opened his mouth in shock. "How could you?" He said, dramatically. "I trusted you!"

You almost laughed at his adorable reaction but you knew you couldn't show your amusment towards him because that would've meant that you'd forgiven him and you certainly hadn't yet.

You still didn't speak; Minseok pouted. "Baaaabeeeeeeee..." he whined. You stared at him, blankly, and proceeded to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. Minseok followed behind you still looking distraught. "UGHHH THIS IS TORTURE! I can't even hug you!" You turned to the fridge and smirked.

This is what you get for spilling my ink.

You spun around and you were surprised to see Minseok throwing himself at you and hugging your silver adorned body. Immediately the silver touched his skin and began to burn him. The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Your jaw dropped and your eyes grew wide - you hadn't actually expected him to even come close to you with all this silver on! You struggled and squealed, "MINSEOK, WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING? YOU'LL GET HURT! GET OFF!" But he continued to hold you tight - he had always been stubborn.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SOR- ouch- Y/N, BABE, I'M-argh-SORRY!"

He cried as he wrapped his arms around you, tighter - your silver bangles digging into and scorching his skin. You lifted your arms in attempt to keep your braclets from touching his body but you couldn't quite pull your chest back far enough to keep him from digging his face into your neck which was adorned with a silver chain.

He kissed your neck and pulled you close, despite the burning pain. "Minseok! Get off! Please!" you said, worried - obviously you hadn't actually wanted him to get hurt. You hadn't expected him to react this way!

"No!" He said, stubbornly, "I'm not letting go until you forgive me!"

Minseok squeezed and squeezed and it pained you to see him endure such agony because you knew how much silver hurt him...

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*7 years ago...*

"I want this one, babe." Minseok said, pointing at a simple, stud earring inside one of your jewellry boxes. "Ahh good choice,babe," you said, sitting yourself on a stool in front of him, "Where do you want it?" He thought for a moment and said, "Just in my right earlobe would be fine."

You disinfected Minseok's ear and prepared your piercing gun and held it in place against his earlobe. Steadily, you counted...

"1...2...3..." and you clicked the gun.

"Perfect!" You said, admiring your handy work,

"What do you think, Min?"

Turning his head, Minseok examined his shiny, new earring in the mirror you provided him with.

"I love it, darling, thank you!" he exclaimed and pulled you close for a warm hug.

"I'm glad you appreciate it, Min."you said, kissing him on the lips.

"But I have a question, babe..." he said, looking suddenly uncomfortable.

You hummed in response.

"Is it supposed to burn like this?"

You looked up at him and inspected his ear. Minseok had a very high pain tolerance, so you were surprised when he said that the piercing caused him pain. You saw that his entire ear and the the area around it was beginning to turn a bright shade of red.

"Argh!"he grunted,"it hurts! Why does it hurt so mu- Y/N, WHAT IS THIS EARRING MADE OUT OF?"

You were taken back by his sudden outburst. His brows were furrowed and beads of sweat were slipping down the side of his head - he was in a lot of pain... but... why?

"It's silver, Minseok! It's just silver!"

You took the earring and quickly removed it from his ear. You could see that the area which the stud was touching had turned a deep, red colour.

"Minseok! Are you allergic to silver?" You asked, shaking with worry, "how come you didn't tell me? I didn't know it was this severe! I've never seen someone this badly allergic! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"

Minseok, having calmed down slightly, took your hand in his and said, "I'm okay now, don't worry. It's not your fault. You never knew! Please don't worry."

You took a deep breath and said "I'm glad youre okay... just... please tell me about stuff like this next time. I literally own a place which is filled with silver - it's dangerous for you..."

"I know, I'm sorry I didn't tell you..."

"Be honest with me... is this why you're always hesitant make any sort of physical contact with me? Because of these...?" you said, pointing at your silver lip piercing and the silver ring you always wore on your right hand.

"Kinda..." he said.

"So that's why you always hold onto my left hand and never my right," you chuckled.

"You should've told me, babe... I would've taken them off... no problem. Why didn't you say anything?"

Minseok sighed and said, "Well... um... actually... Y/n...the reason why I'm 'allergic' to silver is cuz... uh... well..." he stopped and fiddled with his fingers nervously. He had to tell you about his secret eventually, but he was too scared to lose you... What would you think of him? You'd see him as a monster...

"C'mon, Min, it can't be that bad! It's not like you're some sort of werewolf or anything!" You said, snorting. You laughed and Minseok continued to look at you with an awkward smile. Assuming he wasn't entertained by the joke, you stopped laughing.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Min?"

"Because I am..."

"Because you're what?"

"A werewolf... just like you said."

"You're a werewolf?"

"Yeah."

You paused for a moment.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Oh."

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You smiled at the memory.

So, that was how you found out about Minseok's secret.

Safe to say that Minseok had been so relieved when you said that you didn't mind and that you thought that him being a werewolf was pretty dang cool. In fact, you were more upset about the fact that he hadn't told you sooner otherwise you would've removed all of your silver bangles.

You looked down at Minseok, who was still pressed into your silver studded form and your heart felt weak. Red marks had formed across his skin and his face was contorted in agony and discomfort. Your heart grew soft at the fact that Minseok was willing to endure such pain for you...

You felt horrible for using his weakness against him.

Placing you hands on his shoulders, you said, "Minseok, stop, please, I forgive you. Please don't hurt yourself anymore... I'm sorry."

"No!" He said weakly, his voice muffled by your chest, "I won't let go til you really forgive me!"

You sighed and pushed him lightly.

"I really forgive you, Min, now please let go before you hurt yourself any more..."

Reluctantly, Minseok lowered his arms and retreated. He pouted, looked down at the ground and put his hands behind his back. You began to slowly remove each and every one of your silver ornaments.

"I really am sorry for spilling all of your ink, y/n," he whispered, "I'll make it up to you, I promise! I'll buy more right now if you want me to!"

After having rid yourself of every silver piece, you gently brought your hands up to his face and cupped his cheeks. "That doesn't matter, love. It's just ink... I can always buy more - it's replacable..." you whispered, staring, lovingly, into his deep, brown eyes...

"But you aren't, Minseok."

Minseok smiled brightly and stepped forward to wrap his strong arms around you once again.

"I'm so sorry, Min, for using all these piercings as a way to try to keep you away just cuz of some tattoo ink... it was an accident and that was so petty of me... I really didn't expect you to hug me even with all this silver on!" you explained, genuinely upset at yourself for being so childish. You took a close look at your beloved's face to see several scorch marks and irritated patches of skin. You gasped, "And now you have burns all over you! My gosh, Min, why didn't you let go? Look at your face! Your arms are full of burns! You're hurt because of me! I'm so sorry... I can't believe I even thought of doing this. Does it still hurt? Do you need anything? Do you want me to--"

He managed to put a stop to your rambling by placing a light peck on your lips, which you returned without hesitation.

"You worry too much, babe," he said, rubbing your arms, comfortingly.

"I- I know... I just feel like a horrible person for doing this to you..." you said, quietly.

Minseok let out a breath and pulled you into his chest with a smile. You nuzzled into him and circled your arms around his warm body with a contented sigh. "Seriously, it's alright, love. Besides... it's not like I didn't deserve it right?" he chuckled.

Apologetically, you gazed up at him.

"But you didn't deserve it though..."

You sat up to kiss him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and he placed his hands around your hips as you both began to realise how much you had missed eachother's company.

"I take it that I'm forgiven, then?" Minseok smiled, between kisses.You nodded and continued to kiss him. Minseok put his hands on your cheeks and leaned forward to deepen the kiss.

But as soon as he did that... his lips were met by a familiar searing pain-

"OW!" He screamed, his hand flying up to inspect his burning lips, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!"

You gasped, suddenly realising that you hadn't done such a good job of removing all of your jewelry...

You gave Minseok an awkward smile and proceeded to then, slowly, stick out your tongue to remove the silver barbell.

Minseok gasped, dramatically, and put his hand to his heart in feigned hurt. "You have betrayed me."

You giggled at his exaggerated reaction as he proceeded to pull you down into a massive hug.

"Oops... Looks like I forgot about that one..."

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<<<Part I

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WAAHHH it's done!!! I've had this in my drafts for MONTHS and I finally got around to finishing is just recently! It's been a while since I haven't had any inspiration lately. But I do love me a good werewolf!au... dont judge me!!😂😂 I hope y'all enjoyed itttt <3

As always, feel free to leave requests!!

-Z

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Silver Tongue (Part I)

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' "OW!" He screamed, his hand flying up to inspect his burning lips, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!" '

This was the last straw.

You had forgiven him for trashing your apartment. You had forgiven him for wrecking your car. You had ignored the time when he completely ruined your brand new carpet...

But this was the last straw - his antics had driven you to make petty moves and petty decisions.

Because NOBODY can mess with a tattoo artist's ink...

Not even a werewolf...

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Miniseries/Werewolf!AU

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Genre: Angst/Fluff/LowkeyCrack

Member: Kim Minseok/Xiumin

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You were beyond annoyed.

Your clumsy boyfriend had, yet again, transformed into his wolf form - which would've been completely fine... if he hadn't done it inside your tattoo studio and if he hadn't knocked down your entire supply of ink in the process of doing so...

So there you were, knelt down on the floor, wiping up various splodges of brightly coloured - and expensive - ink. Your boyfriend was helping you tidy up - it was the least he could do.

When you had finally finished, you looked down into the black bin bag full of ink-stained tissues and empty ink pots and sighed with disdain. You looked up at your idiot boyfriend and he scratched the back of his head and gave you a nervous and apologetic smile - trying his best to ease your fury at him by showcasing that gummy smile that he knew you loved to much.

But it wasn't going to work this time.

He had done this too many times. He had lost control and shifted more times than you could count on your fingers and everytime it had happened, you had suffered during the aftermath. First it was your apartment: completely wrecked and left smelling of wet dog; then it was your car; the entire bonnet scratched, chipped paint and two popped tyres; next was your carpet: stained with blood from a rabbit that Minseok aquired from an 'overnight hunt' and this time... it was your ink. The item sacrificed this time round, was your precious and expensive ink- the ink which your entire career as a tattoo artist depended on - the ink which was supposed to last you until next month because that was when the next delivery was scheduled to arrive - the ink that cost a lot of money... all in the bin.

You cried a little.

Most of the time, you were very patient when it came to his sudden shifts because you knew that he had little to no control of when he shifted. Today, however, had not been one of your best days . You had a very hectic day since it was a Friday and you were the best tattoo and piercing parlour in town. People were always lined up at your door asking for you to draw whatever on their skin or pierce whatever part of their body and you loved it! You loved your job... most of the time.

Today, your job felt like absolute hell due to several factors: a mob of foul-mouthed kids bombarded you with requests for tattoos when clearly, none of them were of legal age to get one done- so when you refused, they said you were a kill-joy and cussed at you a few times until you politely asked them to leave; when they refused, you were forced to scream at them to get out of your studio and wave a moving tattoo gun at their faces until they ran out in fear. All the screaming gave you a headache which then continued to pound in your head for the remainder of the day.

Then, a disgusting, dirty man had the audacity to ask you for a butt tattoo! You usually didn't get these kinds of requests and that was lucky because you absolutely hated them. However, when they did come up, you would grit your teeth and bare it because you needed the money. But why did this gross egg have to come here and ask for a tattoo on his hairy behind today, of all days? And why a butt tattoo? Who was gonna wanna look at that monstrosity? You were talking about his butt of course because your tattoos always looked pristine- as you've been told.

So you did the tattoo... then proceeded to wash your hands with an entire bottle of liquid soap- eventhough you were wearing gloves the entire time.

Later on, a group of drunk men decided that it would be a good idea to play catch with a rock outside your studio. The rock hit your shop window which now had a massive crack on it.

You had dealt with enough cracks that day...

You scoffed at the recollection of your not-so-ideal-day and walked out the door to put the rubbish in the bin. Your boyfriend followed you out and placed a hand on your shoulder:

"Y/n," he whispered, "Y/n, babeeee, I- I didn't mean to do that! Y-you know how I get when I shift! I can't help it!"

You turned to him, glared and said "I don't care Minseok! You do have control of where you choose to go after you've shifted, don't you? You aren't completely out of control, are you?"

Minseok shook his head, meekly.

"Then why the hell did you choose to come here, run into my studio- which is barely big enough to even accommodate you- and knock down my ink supply when you could've just stayed away?!"

Minseok looked down, a little hurt by your outburst but he knew you were right- he should've stayed away so he wouldn't end up causing trouble. He just really missed you.

The sad look in his eyes made you feel slightly apologetic for the way you had shouted at him and you questioned whether or not you should apologise for the way you acted... but then you remembered all of your precious and E X P E N S I V E ink supplies and nearly every ounce of regret left your body.

"You know my ink supplies aren't cheap, right Min? They sometimes cost me over half of what I earn a month and you know that!"

He sucked in a breath and nodded once again.

You didn't want to see him. You felt like you would break and forget that you were mad at him if you saw his face again so you dashed off into your studio and upstairs into your flat. Minseok followed suit but you ran into your room and locked the door before he could enter.

Minseok banged on the door. "Y/nnnnn...Y/nnnnnnnnn!!!! Open the door please! It's just ink! I can get you more if you want me to!" He said.

"No! I refuse to even look at you right now Kim Minseok!" You said, firmly in reply. "You're sleeping on the couch!"

Minseok scratched his head- he knew he didn't have a chance at winning this argument so he walked over to the couch and tried to settle down- wishing you were next to him.

You would've been lying if you said you didn't miss his touch, his smell, his gaze, being in his embrace...but you were mad at him. You weren't going to even let him touch you until he said sorry.

The next morning, you jumped out of bed, your headache gone and your entire being feeling refreshed. You did your usual morning routine and stepped out of your bedroom door. You could've sworn you were forgetting something... but what was it?

Then you heard a loud and excited voice shouting, "Y/NNN!!!"

Ahh, yes. You remembered now. You were mad at Minseok. Minseok who wAS RUNNING RIGHT TOWARDS YOU WITH OPEN ARMS OH NO.

You spun around and jolted back towards your bedroom, locking the door with Minseok only a few seconds behind. You gasped in relief. C'mon, Y/n, you're supposed to be mad at him, you thought to yourself.

"Y/n, are you seriously still mad?", he cooed outside your door.

Ughhh, how annoying, you groaned.

"Fine, if you wanna be petty then I guess you're gonna have to stay in your room for a looooong time," He teased, "But as soon as you walk out this door, I'm gonna hug you and you're gonna forgive me like you always do! See you later! Love you, babe..."

Dang it... he was right.

Minseok somehow always managed to make you not mad at him or at least less annoyed just by being his usual sweet self and you almost hated how you fell for his charms so easily...

But you weren't going to let that happen this time.

You heard Minseok saunter away to the kitchen. You walked over to the bed and sat yourself down. How on earth were you going to keep him away from you? You couldn't stay in your room all day! You were bored! You needed to eat!

Just then, something flashed in the corner of your eye. You turned your head and a glimmer of silver came to view- a stud- one of your silver tongue studs!

You had always been a fan of tattoos and piercings- that's why you turned the fascination into a job and of course you had your fair share of tattoos, piercings and whatnot and owning a store which specialised in those fields meant that you had countless supplies of accessories. Accessories made out of silver...

Silver that werewolves couldn't touch.

You smirked and pulled out your drawers full of various kinds of jewelry. You placed various silver earrings in both ears in each pierced hole that was available; you brandished several silver rings and bracelets; you wore a silver locket; put a curved barbell in your eyebrow and a lip ring on the left side of your bottom lip. To top it all off, you put your favorite silver tongue stud in.

Now you were ready to eat breakfast...

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Part II (Final)>>>

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Whew! I said I'd upload this in July... but... here we are... in December basically... Oh well! Only like 5 months late lmao. I was gonna make this into a oneshot but it was a lil too long for that so I just made it into a two-parter instead... Anyways... I hope you enjoy! I'm quite proud of this one...

Feel free to send member requests my way!

-Z

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Silver Tongue (Mini Masterlist)

' "OW!" He screamed, his hand flying up to inspect his burning lips, "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!" '

In which your boyfriend is the clumsiest werewolf in existence and you are his tattoo artist girlfriend who has had more than enough of his antics...

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Status: COMPLETED

Part I | Part II (Final)

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A Peculiar Scent (Oneshot)

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'Let's just say that you really need to go see a doctor right now and that it's not only me who would appreciate it if you went to go visit the hospital as soon as possible...'

In which your demon husband sniffs out an unexpected guest.

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Oneshot/Demon!Kyungsoo AU

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Genre: Fluff/ lowkey mature but very lowkey

Member: Do Kyungsoo (D.O)

Warnings: None that I know of.

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You woke up feeling sick.

It was a Saturday morning. Your head was pounding and your stomach was churning unpleasantly. You stood up and steadied yourself on your feet, quietly, so as not to wake your husband- who was gently snoring away behind you. At times like these he looked more like an angle than a demon; with his soft, ruffled hair and porcelain skin.

You sighed- continuing to admire your gorgeous husband when suddenly, an unexpected wave of nausea hit you and caused you to rush out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom - feet stomping along the hallway and hand held up to your mouth.

By the time you had finally finished throwing up in the toilet, your husband had already teleported beside you and was softly stroking your back asking-

'Y/n, baby, are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?'

With your back towards him, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. For some reason you wanted to scream at his face something along the lines of-

'Do I LOOK okay to you, you idiot?'

But you knew that was unreasonable because Soo was only trying to help. Truthfully, he hadn't done anything wrong at all and you had no idea why your mood had suddenly gone from admiring him to being annoyed at him to the point of wanting to kick him out of the apartment.

So, trying hard to maintain your composure, you looked at him lovingly, drew in a deep breath to calm yourself and said-

'Yeah I'm fine, Soo. I just felt a little sick this morning that's all...'

He nodded and continued patting your back for a few moments. 'Alright, as long as you're okay Y/n. Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?' You told him you didn't need to and he nodded in agreement.

After a while, you felt as if you were finally ready to get up and continue with your day. The queasy feeling in your stomach had surpassed so Kyungsoo helped you up; out of the bathroom and you both made your way towards the kitchen.

'What do you want for breakfast m'lady?', Soo asked with a grin on his face and a spatula in his hand. 'D'you want the usual bacon, eggs and fried-rice? Or d'you want some spam or sausages or something with toast?' He asked as he rummaged through the cupboards for food.

Meanwhile, you were contemplating as to what you wanted to eat. You considered all the things he had suggested but for some reason you were very strongly craving for one thing in particular.

Kyungsoo had finished rummaging through the cupboards and the fridge and he had splayed out a selection of foods for you. 'C'mon sweetheart, pick a food and I'll prepare as much of it as I can for you. You must be hungry after that entire ordeal in the bathroom, am I right?'.

Most days, you would've been swooning at the fact that you had such a loving and caring husband.

But right now you only wanted one thing and that thing was...

'Bacon pancakes.'

As soon as you said this Kyungsoo raised his eyebrows and said-

'Are you sure? Bacon and pancakes?'

To which you replied with several, eager nods.

Seeing your apparent keeness to have these 'bacon pancakes', Kyungsoo just smiled and agreed to grant your request - anything for his gorgeous wife, he said.

'YAYYYYYYY. Thank you Soo! I love you I love you I love youuu!!' You squealed, joyfully- running towards him and enveloping him in a tight hug while peppering him with millions of tiny kisses all over his face.

'Woah,' he said, 'if I had known you would react this way, I would've started making bacon pancakes for you a looong time ago.

'You tightened the hug and he turned to embrace you. He then kissed your forehead before he turned back to the counter-top where he started on the bacon pancakes.

Minutes passed and the pancakes were finally ready. Kyungsoo placed a pancake on each of your plates.

'Where's the syrup, Soo?' You asked him, excitedly.

He grabbed the syrup bottle and handed it to you. You then proceeded to pour like half the bottle on your pancake while Kyungsoo sat in awe. You then sliced a massive chunk of pancake and stabbed it, violently, with a fork and brought it to your mouth to eat.

Within 5 minutes, the entire pancake was gone.

Kyungsoo, who had just about begun his final quarter of the pancake was still in shock. Imagine his surprise when you looked up and asked him-

'Can I have another one?'

You went through 7 pancakes before you stopped eating - mostly because Kyungsoo had told you that you had run out of bacon and flour so you had no other choice but to stop. Soo suggested that he could quickly run to the store and buy more but you decided against it. It was probably for the best, you told yourself.

You both continued your Saturday, cuddling in the couch and watching TV with a blanket draped over both of you- just another normal Saturday.

Kyungsoo looked around... hmm... something smells strange he thought to himself as he got up to check if he had turned the stove off. He arrived at the kitchen only to find that they were all, indeed, turned off. That's weird... Oh well. Must've been my imagination he thought as he strolled back over to his place on the couch.

'What's wrong, babe?' You asked.

'Oh it was nothing, love.' He said, stroking your hair.

But, throughout the entire day, he just couldn't seem to get that peculiar scent out of his mind...

Once you had both retired to bed, Kyungsoo held you close and kissed the back of your head.

'Goodnight, Y/n.'

'Goodnight, Soo.'

The morning after, you woke up to an empty bed.

You sat up, rubbed your eyes and made your way down to the kitchen, where your husband was preparing breakfast.

There before you, was an entire stack of bacon pancakes.

'Good morning, love!' Soo said, smiling, 'These are all for you!' He chimed as he pointed at the stack of bacon pancakes.You were ever so grateful.

But, as soon as you took a step towards the pancakes and their aroma filled your nostrils...

You felt sick.

You ran to the sink and the events of yesterday morning were repeated.

Kyungsoo rushed over with wide eyes. 'Y/n, Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?'

Now you had finally had it. You were NOT okay. How could he not see that?

'NO, SOO. I AM NOT 'OKAY' DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU? UGH THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. GET THOSE DISGUSTING PANCAKES OUT OF MY FACE. I CAN'T STAND THE SMELL OF THEM!' you screamed angrily.

Kyungsoo was taken aback, why were you being like this? He was just trying to make breakfast for you like usual!

He was listening to your continued your rant when, suddenly, that familiar smell engulfed his nostrils. His sniffed at the air. He looked at the stove... Was something burning? But, once again, the stove was off. He continued to follow the scent and as he got closer and closer you with his eyes full of determination, you noticed his proximity to your body and you stopped ranting to ask him-

'What are you doing, Soo?'

Kyungsoo stopped right in front of you and sniffed  from your neck, down to your lower belly.

'Kyungsoo?' He finally stood up with wide eyes.

So that's where the scent was coming from, he thought to himself.

You thought that he was upset at the fact you were screaming at him so you sighed, regretfully and said-

'I'm sorry, Soo. I didn't mean to shout at you. It's just that I've been feeling so sick lately and my head is just spinning right now and I don't know why I keep throwing up or why I don't want to eat bacon pancakes today despite the fact that I ate tonnes of them yesterday and I know you were just trying to do something nice and I'm so grateful for that and I love you so much. I really don't know why I'm---'

Your monologue was cut off by Kyungsoo circling his arms around you in a tight embrace.

'Soo?' You asked.

'Shhhh, Y/n' he said, making you hush completely.

You both stood in a silent hug for a moment until he pulled away. You could see tears streaming down his cheeks and your eyes widened in alarm.

'Soo are you okay?' You said, 'Oh my gosh, babe, I'm sorry! Did I make you cry? Oh my gosh. Kyungsoo don't cry! Please! I'll make it up to you! I'll... I'll--'

Once again, you were interrupted by Kyungsoo putting his finger to your lips.

'I'm alright baby. I promise, I'm not upset with you.' He said, grinning, 'but if you do want to make it up to me, maybe you'll let me take you to the hospital to go see a doctor?'

You stood there, confused.

Was he calling you crazy? Was he telling you to get your brain checked just cuz you shouted at him?

'Wha-What?', you said, stuttering. Kyungsoo smiled once again and wrapped his arms around your waist.

'Ahhh I'm gonna miss being able to embrace you like this.' He sighed.

You were so confused.

'What do you mean, Soo?'

'Well, y'know...' he said.

'Do Kyungsoo, tell me right now.' you ordered, firmly.

'It's nothing baby. Hey, have I ever told you that I love you a lot and you're the most beautiful person I have ever met and will ever meet?.' He said, making you blush.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. What in the world was he talking about?

'Let's just say that you really need to go see a doctor right now and that it's not only me who would appreciate it if you went to visit the hospital as soon as possible... but our little angel would greatly appreciate it too...' he said as he placed his hand on your lower abdomen.

You stood, shocked.

He didn't mean... he didn't mean it did he? He couldn't possibly have meant that---

'So what do you say, love?'

With tears in your eyes and a smile on your face you embraced him once again. You placed your hand on your stomach and he placed his hand on top of yours, holding tight - uneager to let go.

You shared a kiss before you both pulled away- still holding eachother in a warm embrace.

'Hey, Y/n' he said.

'Yes, Soo?'

'Do you think it's too late now to make more?'

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It has been forEVER. I'm sorry for the lack of uploads... I've been really busy with school lately. However, I am working on a werewolf AU with Minseok and it'll probably be released in late July so you have that to look forward to! Thanks for reading!

~Z

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Body Heat (Oneshot)

(Pic is not mine)

'...you couldn't have asked for a better way to end a painfully cold winter's night - even if it meant that you would end up smelling like a wet dog the following morning.'

A broken boiler leaves you shivering from the lack of central heating inside your apartment. Luckily for you, a certain werewolf named Kim Jongin happens to have a very high body temperature...

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Oneshot/Werewolf AU

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Genre: Fluff

Member: Kai/Jongin

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Howling gusts of wind blew through the misty, winter air. The snow-speckled trees swayed gently from side to side - branches bare and their fallen leaves lying at their feet.

Street lamps lit up the icy paths, accompanied by the occasional pair of glowing headlights from oncoming cars. Millions of crystalline snow-flakes danced, elegantly, in the wind - falling, falling, falling and falling until finally settling on the ground, creating a delicate blanket of pure white. The full moon floated, silently, amongst the stars - illuminating the entire scene that was playing out on the ground below it.

To the naked eye, this scene would appear as nothing short of beautiful.

However, to you - who was shivering beneath a bundle of blankets, in a freezing cold apartment that was seriously lacking a reliable heat source - the scene outside was simply horrendous.

What made the entire ordeal a hundred times worse was the fact that you had just run out of your favorite hot chocolate.

So there you were - trembling in a ball, on your bed, inside your cursed apartment. You were wearing several layers of clothing with a thick scarf, cotton mittens, a wooly hat and a pair of the fluffiest socks you could find in your drawer.

But to your dismay, the multiple layers of clothing proved useless against the unforgiving cold.

At this point, you were surprised that your body hadn't stiffened in place and that your snot hadn't frozen into two icicles, dangling from each of your nostrils.

To make matters even worse, you could've sworn that you were coming down with a cold. Your nose was blocked, your head was acheing and all your senses were clouded.

As a result of this, you were left unable to hear the quiet thud of paws that made their way to your door; you didn't hear the jingle of a key,  the unlocking of the door or the footsteps that crept through your apartment. You didn't hear the ragged breathing and you couldn't smell the scent of wet dog that engulfed your apartment.

You were, however, able to feel the warmth of a hand resting against your shoulder.

Wearily, you looked up and were met with the eyes of Kim Jongin. Kim Jongin who was a dancer, a singer, your boyfriend of 3 years and also your favorite werewolf in the entire universe.

"Hey Y/n," he said "how are you feeling, baby?" he said, kneeling down beside you.

"I've been better." you whined in response.

"Yeah, I know. It's freezing in here... I promise - as soon as I have time - I'll fix that boiler for you."

You smiled, weakly and once again buried your face into your pillow.

Jongin sighed and stood up.

"I'm just gonna go have a quick shower Y/n. I smell of wet dog." He said, laughing.

He knelt down once more and pecked your lips. A sudden gush of warmth spread across your entire face as soon as his lips came into contact with your own.That's when you realised...

You needed more body heat.

Suddenly, you sat up in bed, launched your hands up, grabbed hold of Jongin's arms and - with surprising strength - pulled him into the bed next to you.

You quickly buried your head into his chest and nuzzled deep into his embrace - not even minding the underlying stench of wet dog because it was an aroma that you had already grown to know and love. Jongin, who was clearly still shocked by your sudden outburst of energy, gaped at you with wide eyes.

"H-how did you do that Y/n?"

"I don't know Jongin. I'm cold."

"I know you're cold, silly, but how does being cold give you enough strength to pull a guy into bed like that?" He said.

You closed your eyes and pulled him closer - the heat emanating from his body keeping you warm and loosening your stiffened joints.

"Were you that desperate to get me into bed with you, Y/n?" He said.

And although you weren't looking directly at him, you could just feel the smirk that was playing on his lips.

You nudged him in the stomach and he feigned hurt before he wrapped his arms around you once again. "I don't know how I did it, Jongin. All I know is that I'm really, really, really cold and that your werewolf body temperature is very, very, very warm. So I think it's perfect!"

Jongin chuckled and brought his lips to your forehead.

"Babyyy," he said "I'd love to cuddle with you right now but I need to go shower! I'll be back as soon as possible - I promise. I just don't want you to smell like wet dog." He said.

"First of all, you are a wet dog and second of all, I really don't care." You said, bluntly.

"Just, please... stay with me."

Jongin thought for a moment and eventually decided to give in to you and your pouty, blue lips. "Okay, fine. Just don't blame me if you end up smelling like wet dog tomorrow morning..."

You cheered and pulled his body close.

"Smelling like wet dog is far better than having to deal with this stupid weather alone." You said.

Jongin held your hands in his own and kissed your knuckles - causing a warm sensation to encase your trembling fingers. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his broad chest.

His entire body warmed your aching limbs and every touch felt like a ray of warm sun had kissed your entire being. You could hear every steady beat of his heart and every breath that he made. The warmth he was emitting was perfect. You even ended up removing a layer or two of clothing just so you could all the more melt into his soothing touch.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the cold continued to exit your body. Love and warmth was all that was left, encasing you.

In love, in warmth and in the arms of Kim Jongin.

You were safe and warm in his embrace and you couldn't have asked for a better way to end a painfully cold winter's night - even if it meant that you would end up smelling like a wet dog the following morning.

You knew that you had to get that boiler fixed eventually. But, at least for now, you were lucky to have a kind of back-up radiator: your beloved Kim Jongin - your very own supply of extra body heat.

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Whew... two fics in less than a week? Thats a pretty big thing for me 😂

As always... enjoy!

-Z

[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Coughs and Sniffles (Oneshot)

(Pic is not mine)

'At least you were at home, in the arms of the one person in the world who made your life complete...'

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and you wake up with a smile on your face. However, your smile quickly fades when you see a shivering, sniffling, coughing Jongdae, trying to sleep comfortably beside you...

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Oneshot

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Genre: Fluff

Member: Jongdae (Chen)

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The room was enveloped in complete darkness except for the trail of sunshine that peeked through the left side of the curtains.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed. You kept your eyes closed for a brief second in order to focus on the sound of the car tyres shuffling across the road outside and the faint melody of birdsong that was playing just beyond your bedroom window.

Today was going to be perfect.

Both you and your beloved Jongdae had a day off work and were both planning on going out to see a movie and then have dinner at a restaurant in order to celebrate your upcoming birthday.

Excitement coursed through your veins as you opened your eyes, leaped out of bed and pulled the curtains apart. The glowing sun caused warmth to spread throughout the entire room as you stood in front of the window and took a deep breath.

You turned to face the bed where you were met with Jongdae's sleeping figure. You stared lovingly at his handsome features and smiled contently. Suddenly, Jongdae  let out a gruff cough. This sudden disturbance to the silence caused you to jump slightly and you placed your hand above your heart until its beating slowed.

You placed your palm on Jongdae's forehead and concern overtook you - he had a fever and a very high one as it seemed...

He was pale and sweaty. His breathing seemed irregular and his eyebrows were knitted together making him look like he was struggling and pained.

You moved his dampened hair out of his face and proceeded to the bathroom to grab some medicine and a soaked wash cloth. You made your way back to the bedroom and placed the cloth onto his forehead. You wiped the beads of sweat from his brow and then headed to the kitchen to grab a tall glass of water.

"Dae," you whispered "Dae, it's me. Wake up and drink this."

He shifted in his sleep and turned to you with a tired expression.

"Morning, beautiful. What's that?"

"It's medicine Dae," you replied "Now drink up. It'll help you feel better."

"Medicine? What? I don't need medicine. Why would I need medicine?" he said.

A series of coughs and splutters followed this statement and you looked at him and mumbled:

"That's why..."

Jongdae decided to quit being stubborn and complied to your request.

Once he had swallowed the medicine, he attempted to stand up - only to be pushed back down onto the bed by you, who was not going to allow it...

"Kim Jongdae I will not let you get out of bed in this condition!" You stated.

"But what about our dateeee?" He whined.

"Forget the date, Dae. Look at you! You can barely walk three steps without going into a coughing fit!"

"Thats not tr--" - he barely even finished his sentence before he was inturrupted by yet another series of coughs and sneezes.

You gave him the 'I told you so' look and he whined in defeat.

"Ughhh how are we gonna celebrate your birthday nowwww?"

"Just stay in bed, baby. It's okay! Don't worry about the date and don't worry about me! Your health is my number one priority right now and I highly doubt that either of us would enjoy a date if it mainly consisted of endless bouts of coughing and sneezing... and I doubt that the people around us would enjoy that either." You reasoned.

Jongdae sighed and said:

"Okay. Fine. But I don't want you to have to look after me all day. Go out! Buy yourself a million chicken nuggets or more, baby - you deserve it. Leave me here and enjoy your day off! I'll be fine here."

You looked at him with a confused expression.

"Okay I'm sorry but that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say and you've said some pretty stupid things before, Dae."

He scrunched his face in confusion.

"Do you seriously think that I would enjoy my day off if you aren't there to enjoy it with me?"

He looked down and shook his head.

"Exactly!" You said, "Now lie down. Let me take care of you."

"No." He argued.

"Kim Jongdae, now is not the time to be stubborn. You're sick! You need to rest!" you said.

"Can we go downstairs instead? Please? Lets watch a movie together. It's too stuffy in here."

You were about to refuse his suggestion until he pouted and showed you his dreaded puppy-dog eyes. You winced and nodded your head in agreement which caused him to weakly raise both his arms with excitement.

You walked, hand-in-hand, into the living room and you told him to make himself comfy on the sofa while you went to grab something from the kitchen.

Minutes later, you returned with a glass of water and a bowl of chicken noodle soup in your grasp.

You laid the bowl and the glass of water down on the coffee table and grabbed a blanket from a nearby pile. You placed the blanket over his legs and turned on the TV.

Commercials were being played so you used this as an opportunity to feed the sniffling Jongdae some chicken noodle soup.

He happily ate every spoonful and left the bowl nearly squeaky clean by the end of it. He licked his lips clean and said:

"I feel so much better now! Thank you so much baby. I love you! And did I mention that you make THE.BEST.CHICKEN.NOODLE.SOUP. E V E R?"

You smiled and said:

"Aweh thank you, Dae. I love you too!"

You pecked his lips and looked deep into his dark, brown eyes once you pulled away -not even caring if you would get ill as a result of it.

"You still wanna go out on that date babe?" He asked, "C'mon we still have time to celebrate your birthday today!"

You shook your head, "Dae, my birthday is in three days... we have tonnes of time to celebrate! And who's to say that this isn't a good enough celebration huh? I'd even say that cuddling on the couch with you whilst watching my favorite TV shows is the absolute perfect way to celebrate my birthday."

Jongdae grinned, wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple. You burrowed into his embrace and inhaled his cologne - your favorite scent in the entire world.

The commercials on the TV finished playing and an old re-run of Glee started to air. You both watched intently as you waited for your favorite part of the show to begin - the singing!

The characters began to sing your favorite songs. You and Jongdae just couldn't help but sing along with them. You both sang together with your voices filling the entire room, causing an atmosphere of happiness and delight to flow through the air.

"You sing the female part and I sing the male part of the song okay, baby?" He said, smiling.

"Got it!" You beamed.

You sang and sang and sang, your smile never leaving your face and with your laughter errupting between every other line of the song.

Then, when Jongdae's part came, you ceased your laughter and just smiled - you smiled because you were lucky enough to love the beautiful human being that is Kim Jongdae and you smiled because you were lucky enough to have him love you just as much.

The day didn't quite go as planned. But that was okay because you were there with him. You were there, listening to him sing his heart out. And eventhough he sounded a little croaky and gruff because of his fever, you still thought that he sounded like an angel sent to you from heaven... and in a way, he was.

The occasional cough and sneeze still escaped past his lips but spending the whole day with you in his arms had really helped him regain his strength.

The final TV programme ended and Jongdae clicked the 'off' button on the remote. The screen turned to black. Jongdae checked the time on his phone. It was 9pm.

"Hey, love, lets go to bed now. I know you must be tired" he said.

The only response he got from you was a soft snore and an unconscious whimper.

He smiled and kissed your head before he proceeded to carry you up to your bedroom.

He laid you onto the bed and covered you with the duvet to ensure that his beautiful girlfriend would be kept safe and warm.

Tomorrow. He thought. Tomorrow we're gonna go to the Cinema and watch that movie and go to dinner together just like we planned.

With that, he made his way onto the bed, wrapped his arms around you and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly once again. Jongdae woke up, stretched his arms out and let out a mighty yawn. He stood up and made his way to open the curtains.

Sunlight filled the room once again as Jongdae made his way over to your sleeping figure.

"Love, loooove, wake up! Let's have a shower and eat before we head to the cinema."

You groaned and turned to face him.

"Oh my gosh you look horrible." He stated, bluntly.

"Gee thanks, Dae. I love you too." you scoffed.

Jongdae put his hand on your forehead and guilt consumed him upon feeling your high temperature.

"I guess we won't be going to the Cinema afterall..." he said.

"Do you mean to say that we get to spend another day cuddling on the sofa?" You asked.

Uh.. yeah. Is that okay? I'm sorry baby. I told you that you should've just left me home alone..." He said.

"SHH!" You said, putting your index finger up to his mouth in an attempt to shut him up.

"It's completely fine, Dae. Besides, now you get to look after me." You said, smiling brightly despite the pounding in your head.

But you took no notice of your aching bones, pounding headache or scratchy throat because you knew that a certain sweetheart named Kim Jongdae would be there, by your side, to help make you feel a hundred percent better again.

So what if you weren't out, celebrating your birthday in a fancy restaurant or watching the latest Avengers movie? At least you were at home, in the arms of the one person in the world that made your life complete.

In all honesty, you had hoped that everything would turn out that way...

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I wrote this so quickly so pleaseee excuse any typos... I have really fat thumbs...

Anyways, I hope you guys like this one! Please tell me what you think cuz that would mean a lot! ♡

-Z

[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Sweet Lies (Final)

Sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie. He told himself sweet, sweet lies in attempt to ease the bitter feeling he had within his heart.

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (Final)

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Genre: Angst

Member: Byun Baekhyun

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The sky was dark once again and thrashing waves surrounded him - the waters bubbled and frothed as the pull of the moon toyed with the motions of the tides. There, in the middle of the deep, blue sea, drifted Byun Baekhyun who was dreaming with his eyes wide open. In his dream he could see the smiling faces of his loving brothers; he could picture the lazy days where they would stay at home and relax, sprawled across the living room in various positions doing their own little thing - never minding the silence because all they craved was eachother’s presence. All they wanted was the assurance that everyone was safe and sound underneath the roof of their home.

This was his dream- his made-up reality…

This was his sweet lie.

In his dream he could remember all the countless jokes and hear the endless bouts of laughter. He was able to savor every embrace and appreciate every meaningful conversation that they had exchanged. He could bask in the feeling of love and compassion and he felt happy because he could see them all. Every single one of his brothers was alive and well in his illusions. In his dream he was content. But they were gone. He had been floating across this void of darkness for nearly two days; yet there was still no sign of them. They would have found him by then if they had survived… but they hadn’t. They hadn’t because they were gone. But Baekhyun refused to believe that. So he chose to ignore the truth and allowed a happy reality to grace his mind - a reality where they all lived happily ever after… But it was all a lie…

A sweet, sweet lie… ••• With gleeful dreams in mind and a small smile on his face, Baekhyun’s aching limbs relaxed - no longer fighting against the thrashing tides; lungs gave out a pleased sigh; a tired heart slowed its beating and fingers withdrew their suffocating hold on the severed tree branch. Thirst, hunger, and the need to live didn’t once cross his mind. Because none of that mattered anymore. None of that mattered because Byun Baekhyun no longer had a reason to hold onto those thoughts. At that point, he wished for Death to come knocking on his door more than he craved for survival. Because dying meant that he could join his brothers again. But choosing to live meant that he would have to go through life alone - without the company of his family. Byun Baekhyun no longer had a reason to hold onto this life. Nothing was left for him. All that was left now was his smile… ••• He was still like a picture in a frame - never moving, never changing, never altering.

That was until he began to sink. Down, down, down and down; deeper, deeper, deeper and deeper until… Numbness. All he felt was complete and utter numbness. Then he felt nothing. His wish had been granted at last… The light in his eyes had faded completely.

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Here’s the fourth and final part of Sweet Lies! I feel like this was such a bad ending and I’m sorry for that! But I had no idea how to finish it and I feel like it made no sense so please message me if you want a short explanation as to what happened if you didn't quite understand the ending 💙

Thank you all so much for reading! Please stay alert for any upcoming fics! I hope to write many more in the future. And who knows.. I might write an alternate ending to this crappy fic to make it less crappy? ♡

-Z

[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Sweet Lies (Part III)

Sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie. He told himself sweet, sweet lies in attempt to ease the bitter feeling he had within his heart.

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (Final)

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Genre: Angst

Member: Baekhyun

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All around him there was light.

-Light was usually seen as a sign of hope and laughter. A symbol of good  - a weapon against darkness...

But Baekhyun didn't understand why that was. How could light possibly be any good when it was the sole reason that he was alone at this very moment?  Why did people jump with joy at the idea of light when all it had brought to him was endless sorrow and an eternity of darkness? Why did people love light when it was what lead the RF to their planet?

Why had he decided to use his powers on that day? Why had he decided that it would be okay to create a massive ball of light to show off his newly acquired ability? Why had their sworn enemy just happen to have been passing by at that time and why had they seen it?

Why didn't his brothers follow suit like they had promised?

Why did he look back? If he hadn't looked back then it would have felt less real. If he hadn't looked back then he would've gotten away in time to avoid the blast that sent him hurtling towards the neighbouring planet. If he hadn't looked back then he wouldn't have been hurting so much right now...

If he hadn't looked back then he wouldn't have seen his planet explode into a million pieces - along with everyone and everything that was left behind.

And why hadn't he been left behind too?

A piercing cry of desolation left his cracked lips as he finally allowed his tears to fall - one after the other. He screamed with resounding despair and cried with pools of bitter tears until his voice grew hoarse and he had no more tears left to cry.

Byun Baekhyun was mad. Byun Baekhyun was angry. Byun Baekhyun was furious. Furious at the RF for taking away everything he ever cared about. Furious at his brothers for breaking their promise of constant unity. Furious at his family for leaving him behind. Furious at himself for being the cause of their destruction.

Furious at his heart for still beating.

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Here's part 3! I've been doing a bunch of editing on my account and you may have noticed that I reuploaded the last two parts so please check those out if you haven't already! Thank you for reading! ♡

-Z

[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Sweet Lies (Part II)

Sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie. He told himself sweet, sweet lies in attempt to ease the bitter feeling he had within his heart.

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (Final)

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Genre: Angst

Member: Byun Baekhyun

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The skies were painted like a roaring fire, with gorgeous hues of orange, red and yellow; the mountains stood - proud and tall - decorating the horizon with jagged, pointed silhouettes; the blazing sun kissed his elegant features and flocks of birds flew overhead, singing sweet songs that sounded like love and happiness.

But Byun Baekhyun refused to notice the beauty. He denied all of the elegance that was taking place around him because it disgusted him. He wanted to destroy every ounce of beauty that still had the nerve to exist in his presence because he was already trying so hard. He was trying so damn hard to forget…

But the world wouldn’t seem to let him.

The solemn water filled his senses with the aura of his older brother - a brave warrior who did anything and everything just for the people that he loved. Like the water, he was calm, quiet and collected. But in the same way he could drown and destroy entire kingdoms with his power. Like the water, he was a barrier and a home. Like the water, he was strengthening, replenishing, rejuvinating. Like the water, he was essential to life…

The autumn leaves that so graciously danced through the air bore images of a boy with  golden skin and passionate movements. The shimmering wings of the passing dragonflies painted his thoughts with the shining eyes of his eldest brother - eyes that held so much hope… so much love… so much beauty…

Eyes that the life had been drained out of. And eyes that Byun Baekhyun was forced to watch close… forever.

The palpitating in his chest even reminded him of the boy with a smile made of hearts. His heart drummed at his ears like the booming voice of the wide-eyed boy - a voice he would run and hide from because he knew that a  scolding was all that his playful nature would get from the man who the voice belonged to - a scolding that was issued not out of hate but out of pure love.

But Baekhyun would rather take a million other scoldings than live in a world where he would never be able to hear the soothing tenor of the small man with a big voice.

The flock of birds that sang so sweetly did little to impress Byun. Their singing can only ever come second to his, he thought as he depicted an image of his brother who always poured his heart and soul into melodious song. The sun that warmed his features only made him think of the boy who was so kind, so pure, so gentle. The boy whose cheek would reveal a dimple whenever he smiled. The rocky mountains reminded him of his youngest brother. A man who stood with his head held high. A man who screamed loyalty and honor. A man who had crescent moons in his eyes…

A young boy who was taken before his time.

Then there was the sky. The sky that was painted in fading shades of orange and bursting with patches of light like a roaring fire. Fire that was wild and free and mighty. Fire that reminded him of the awkward, lanky, loveable, elf-eared boy with a toothy grin.

Byun Baekhyun hated the sky. He despised it. He loathed it.

He hated the sky that so annoyingly held onto that blasted sun.

The sun that smiled down at his features with disgusting audacity.How dare it allow itself to shine on such a treacherous day? How dare it even attempt to smile when it could never be anywhere near as bright and infectious as the grin that was constantly present on his brother’s face?

How dare it.

The sky he had once gazed up at with awe and wonder had now become a painful reminder of what he had lost. The sun that had once warmed and soothed his aching joints now contributed to the unbearable pain that was tearing through his chest…

But most of all he hated his heart.

-His heart that still refused to stop beating, no matter how much he urged it to do so…

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I haven’t proof read but here’s part two! Hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think if you have time to do so ♡

-Z

[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Sweet Lies (Part I)

Sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie. He told himself sweet, sweet lies in attempt to ease the bitter feeling he had within his heart.

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (Final)

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Genre: Angst

Member: Byun Baekhyun

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Amidst a blur of blue sky and white clouds, he was falling. Down, down, down and down; falling, falling, falling and falling until… Numbness. All he felt was complete and utter numbness. There, in the middle of the deep, blue sea,  silently drifted a broken-hearted Byun Baekhyun - sprawled across a piece of drift-wood to keep him afloat. He was gazing up at the blanket of stars that was spread out before him. He looked up with his tired eyes - eyes that now only held a faint flicker of light. A single tear rolled down the side of his face as he continued to stare - emotionless. The pain in his limbs was bearable - a warrior like Byun could take countless beatings and brush them off like they were merely a speck of dust. The pain emitting from the stab wound in his side had stung when he first made contact with the salty water but the pain from the cut had now dulled down to an annoying discomfort. With the addition of a busted lip, a black eye, several broken ribs, countless bruises, a bloodied nose and a bullet wound in his left shoulder; anyone would’ve thought that Byun Baekhyun was crying because of the sheer amount of pain that he was experiencing. Well, that was mostly true. He was, in fact, crying from the pain. He let a tear slip from his eyes because of the pain. The gut-wrenching, agonizing, harrowing, mind-numbing pain. But this pain… this pain wasn’t coming from the numerous injuries that he had obtained during the war… This pain was coming from his heart. His mind was working. His mind was labouring. His mind was longing. Longing  to escape the painstaking agony. Longing to block out the echoing screams of affliction and anguish. Longing to rid his mind of their faces. Their, once, beautiful faces that had been changed and contorted by merciless torment. He was longing to forget. But what his mind wished to erase; his heart refused to ignore. His heart and soul refused to believe the truth. He stubbornly refused to consider the terrifying possibility that they were gone. Byun Baekhyun was furious. Why him? Why had they been so stupid? Why did they save him out of everybody? Why had they been so selfish and inconsiderate? Did they really think that he could survive without their presence? They’re his family for goodness’ sake! But, even with all those thoughts racing through his mind, Baekhyun remained still. His countenance was calm - a complete contrast to the chaos that was ensuing inside his head. Time had passed and the adrenaline that numbed his body had started to dissipate and the aches and pains in his limbs had begun to feel more apparent. The horrifying images of the events that had occured the night before were still fresh in his mind so he attempted to rid of them by recalling the ones he involuntarily left behind. He tried to remember the smiles instead of the frowns; the laughter instead of the tears; the excited cheers instead of the pain-laced screams; the hellos instead of the goodbyes… But to no avail, the traumatic flashbacks continued to cloud and infect his mind and he could do nothing to stop them. So eventually, he let the demons win.The horrifying images ran through his mind making him wince in disgust as he was forced to remember what he so greatly wished to wipe from his memory. He felt useless. What more could he do? Without a planet to protect; a home to look after and a family to care for, what was his purpose? Just then, the sun started to rise and the blanket of stars was lifted and replaced with a misty, orange veil. Rays of blinding sunlight shone into tear-stained eyes - startling the boy who had just grown so used to the unforgiving nature of darkness. A new day had arrived…

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my first ever post on Tumblr! This whole series will be based off Exo’s song ‘Sweet Lies’ from their recently released repackaged album and it is also my first attempt at writing angst. Please feel free to correct any of my mistakes and please tell me what you think of the story so far! Thanks again! ♡

-Z

[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Sweet Lies (Mini Masterlist)

Sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie. He told himself sweet, sweet lies in attempt to ease the bitter feeling he had within his heart.

Status: Completed

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (Final)

[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

♡Z’s Masterlist♡

Welcome to my masterlist!

Below are all the links to my writings… enjoy!

-Z

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Key:

F = Fluff

A = Angst

M = Mature

D = Drabble

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Works:

Byun Baekhyun:

•Sweet Lies (A)

Park Chanyeol:

•Not So Sexy (A,F)

Kim Jongdae:

•Coughs and Sniffles (F)

Kim Jongin:

•Body Heat (F)

Do Kyungsoo:

•A Peculiar Scent (F)

Zhang Yixing:

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Oh Sehun:

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Kim Junmyeon:

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Kim Minseok:

•Silver Tongue (F,A)

Past members:

Wu Yifan:

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Luhan:

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Huang Zitao:

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