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soured up || l.tm

PAIRING || Taemin x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Bartender!Taemin, Humour

SUMMARY || After your last relationship failed, you turned towards your best friend, Taemin, for comfort. Only that he too was hiding something, something he could not disclose unless he wanted to become your ex too.

Or, in which Lee Taemin tries not to sour up his status as a best friend.

COLLAB || Part of the Crimson Aurora Hotel and Spa collab by @myeoning-call​. Thank you for letting me take part in this collab! Check out the other authors here!

WORD COUNT || 3.1k

A/N || Finally writing something so long please bear with me if it isn’t the best TT

WARNINGS || Mentions of breakup

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“What are you doing here again?”

The woman in question just smiled at him as she sat on the stool opposite him, causing him to sigh. It wasn’t that he was irritated by her because no way the woman across from him could ever irritate him, but rather, he was worried about her. Worried about what would become of her if she kept on living like this.

“Can I not visit my best friend?” She asked.

“You aren’t visiting me. You’ve booked for overnight again, haven’t you?” He grumbled, getting ready to make her drink.

“Ah, Lee Taemin. You know me so well.”

He ignored the sarcasm in her voice and continued with his work. Of course, he knew her well. He was her best friend, and that position came with the heavy responsibility of having to know almost everything about the said person. 

“What do you want?”

“The usual, of course.”

“No I mean, what do you want from me?” He asked, placing her drink in front of her. 

“You are so mean.” She pouted and took the glass in her hand, swirling the liquid content slowly. Taemin sighed once more and rubbed his temples, feeling that consoling her today would take much longer than other days. Then, in a much sadder voice, she added, “When did you become so mean? When did everyone become so mean?”

At this, Taemin felt his heart clench painfully. Seeing her down like this was already painful, but when she talked like that…he felt like it was all his fault that he couldn’t protect her. After all, the two of them met each other because of him.

“Don’t- don’t say that.” He said, reaching out to hold her hand. He clasped her fingers in his and she looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes once more. “You know I’ll always love you right?” His statement held double meanings but he doubted she could even see through it, especially in her given state.

Y/N took in a shaking breath and forced a smile at him, leaning closer to him. “Yeah, yeah I know I’ve always got you. Which is why I always come here!”

“Really?” Taemin faked a gasp. “Not for some other reason?”

“Hmm, maybe it’s mostly because the beds here are really comfortable?”

“Y/N!” He pouted at her, looking visibly upset while deep inside he was glad that she was not thinking about her breakup anymore. Even though he doubted this was the right coping mechanism, he wanted her to let go on her own. “How can you choose something materialistic over me!”

She just laughed at this and looked at her drink once more, before finishing it up in one go. Then, she looked at Taemin softly, causing his stomach to drop once more. He really wished he wasn’t in love with his best friend, but it was something that had never been in his control. He wasn’t even sure when or how he had fallen in love with her or if he had been in love with her all along. 

"So what are you going to do tonight?" He asked. Usually, when she came over, she hung out in the bar with him until his shift was over, after which she went to her room and him to his.

"Me? I'm not sure, to be honest. I haven't seen the swimming pool yet even though it's my eighth visit. Or maybe I’ll just get a massage. Jongin’s still there, right?" Y/N replied, picking up her second drink. "Where's Sinjae though? I'll try to avoid wherever his shift is."

Taemin set down the glass he was cleaning and sighed. He had hoped she wouldn't ask this question but of course, she did.

"Hey what's wrong with you today? Why are you sighing so much? Seriously, your customers will think you've hit a mid-life crisis in your 20’s already." She said jokingly.

"I'm having a midlife crisis and a headache right now because of you though. "

"Sheesh if you can't bear with me then you should just tell me to get lost."

"I can?" He asked, sounding too eager. He laughed at her hurt face as she stuck out her tongue at him. She motioned him to come closer to her and he leaned in, catching her familiar scent. The same scent which comforted him when he was upset and crying in her arms, the same scent that he breathed in whenever they engulfed each other in hugs and whilst cuddling on the sofa watching some cheesy rom coms.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She whispered to him like it was something top secret. “I promise you that I’ll stick with you forever, no matter what.”

“Then I guess I’ll need to start piling up on those aspirins, huh?” He smirked at her.

She waved her hand as though warding off evil. “Do whatever you want. Take whatever precaution you want because you and I are going to be together for a very very long time.”He could feel his heart racing at her sincere words, even though she meant it platonically. He wondered for the millionth time if she would ever feel the same way for him as he did. “Also, why am I not getting drunk tonight? Are you sure you are giving me alcohol and not coloured water? I’ll complain to your manager if you try to cheat me like last time.” Y/N glared at her cup as Taemin stared at her. After a while of concentrating, she set the cup down and looked up at him, causing him to nearly blush as she caught him staring. “Do I have a booger on my nose?”

Her question caught him off guard. “What?”

“Do I have a booger on my nose?” She repeated her question, looking at him 

He looked at her with an annoyed expression. “You didn’t know? It has been hanging there since you walked in. Did you even look in the mirror before coming or did they all crack due to your ugliness?”

“Hey!” She smacked him lightly. “Then why were you staring at me?”

“Who said I was staring at you?” Taemin countered back, the lie coming very easily to him over the years of practice. “I was staring at the art behind you.” He pointed at someone behind her with his chin and Y/N turned back to look at the art. One of the guests, who was sitting on the seat next to the windows, waved at Taemin and he smiled back at her. She was just a guest he had gotten to know a little better due to her prolonged stay, but there was definitely nothing between them. Y/N then turned back to him, with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Are you sure you were looking at the art? Or…her?”

To this, Taemin snorted. “Get lost. I have other customers to attend to. Go back to your room and get some sleep, it's already too late.”

She shook her head sadly, as though pained by Taemin’s annoyance. “And Mr. Midlife Crisis strikes again. Oh God, when did you get this old? Loosen up, Taem! Get a girlfriend, stay out till late at night! And who goes to bed at 10 PM? For starters, I don’t think you do.”

“Well, for starters, my shift starts at 9 PM?” Taemin countered back, unable to contain his smile. Y/N was very tiresome but for some reason that made her endearing. “Also, if you are so good at this, why don’t you become a professor on this subject? Might as well publish Ph.D. papers?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, like no one had ever told her a more brilliant idea than this. She snapped her fingers and pulled him closer by his sleeves. “You know what, that’s an amazing plan! Why don’t we start with you then?”

“Me? Oh no, I’m happy with the way things are going-”

“First things first, I’m going to invite that girl over there and you both better get talking-”

“Don’t you dare!” Taemin snapped, pulling her by the arm as she tried to get up. She was taken aback by his sudden temper and he sighed, cursing himself to get angry at her. “I’m just- Don’t okay? I’ll get fired or-”

He stopped when she raised an eyebrow at him. Taemin ran his hands through his hair, trying to think of some good reasoning. “Really, I’ll get into huge trouble. Also, I just- I just don’t feel comfortable for some reason. Flirting isn’t my thing and I- uh, I really- you know about my views on love, don’t you? I don’t like-”

“Taemin!” Y/N gasped, as though realising something important. “You like someone, don’t you?” She asked softly and he looked at her, surprised. This time, she sighed and took his hands in hers.

“How did you-”

“It's written all over your face. Oh my god. How come I never realised this? I’m so sorry Taem. I should be better at this. Oh my god, I’m such a bad best friend.” She said, sounding so sad that he was worried she would burst out in tears, which she tended to do whenever she was drunk. Taemin wanted to say something comforting to her, that she wasn’t a bad best friend at all but he caught his breath when he looked up at her again. The yellow dim lights of the bar were throwing a warm shade on her face and he felt his heart squeeze, making him fall for her even more, if that was even possible.

“I’m so sorry.” She kept blabbing, which he kind of found cute, jolting him back to the present. “I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have tried pushing you towards her. You could have gotten into trouble because of me-”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter really. She isn’t interested in me, anyways.” He said, hoping she would leave out the topic. Taemin didn’t want to risk her finding out about his feelings in case it ruined their friendship. He rather stayed friends with her than make her feel completely uncomfortable. 

Y/N looked at him apologetically, drumming her fingers on the counter trying to think of something. “Fine then, leave the girlfriend part. I won’t press you about it since you don’t feel like it. But how about having some fun? You could go clubbing-”

“Please don’t talk about clubs in front of me.” Taemin groaned. Serving drinks all night had made him give up drinking and the last thing he needed to do was go to a place filled with loud music and drinks.

“Then go to a cafe. You might meet someone in your zone. Someone…who’s as sweet as you and a soft lover as you.”

“You think I’m sweet?” He asked, smiling a little at her words. Y/N rolled her eyes, causing him to chuckle. 

“Yes. How much ever I hate you, I cannot deny that you are sweet. And to some extent, a ninety percent boyfriend material man.”

“Only ninety?”

She ignored him and continued. “You are super sweet, romantic, passionate, a good listener, you take care of me well, give me warm cuddles and hugs…what else does a girl need?”

“Hmmm. But apparently, I’m not enough.” He muttered, wondering why she couldn’t see his feelings ever. Was she that clueless? Or was it his fault for never dropping a single hint?

“Who is this girl though? Who is this person who thinks she’s better than my beloved best friend?” Y/N demanded, looking at him angrily. He smiled at her weakly before shaking his head.

“It’s not that she thinks she’s better than me. It's just that our circumstances…haven’t allowed me to express my feelings for her.”

“Huh?” Y/N looked really interested now. “What was the circumstance? Maybe I can help you?”

Taemin narrowed his eyes at her, snatching away her cup from her and glaring at the waiter serving her. “Help yourself first. Get yourself out of this mess and move on. Sinjae was a loser and didn’t deserve you.”

She sighed heavily at his words, and for the first time in the evening, she looked tired, her face losing all the charm. Slowly, she nodded, agreeing to his words. “What can I do? What can I do Taem when he broke my heart this way? I really try moving on but-” She took in a shaky breath, her eyes brimming with tears now. Taemin looked at her shocked, as a single teardrop slid down her cheek. “I really try moving on and that’s why I come here but you always are in a rush to drive me out and I don't know where to go or whom to hold onto or whose shoulders to cry on. I know why you don’t want me to come here but still, I just- I just want to be with my best friend. With you.”

“Hey.” Taemin whispered, taking her hands in his. “Let’s go up to your room, okay?” She looked up at him as though to protest that she was fine enough to stay but he shook his head firmly. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone. I’ll meet you up there too, okay?”

Fifteen minutes later, he found himself in her room, changing into his pair of pyjamas she had stolen from his house. Once he was done, he walked out of the bathroom to find Y/N had already changed and was sitting on the bed. She smiled at him when she saw him and patted beside her for him to sit. Taemin sat down, making sure to keep a little distance between them but she just wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her. He stiffened a little at her touch but hoped that she hadn’t noticed that.

“Taemin, my Taemin. What would I do without you, my best friend?” Maybe it was his buried feelings, but she seemed to use the term ‘best friend’ a little too much today. 

“Well, you probably would have trouble tying your shoelaces too if it weren’t for me.”

“Ugh, so true. What else does one need in a best friend apart from the ability to tie their shoelaces for them?”

He rolled her eyes at her and tried shrugging her off, but she just clung on to him more tightly, laughing at his attempts.

“Get.” He grunted, as this turned into a pulling and pushing competition instead. “Off. Me”

“No. Never. Ever.” Y/N laughed, finally landing in a position where she was on his back as Taemin was on his stomach, pressed against the sheets. He could feel her chest rumbling against his back as she laughed, causing him to smile too as euphoria bubbled in his chest. 

"You always enjoy torturing me." He whined, though he didn't want her to get up. Taemin felt her rest her cheeks against his shoulder blade, wrapping her arms around him. Her body weight pressing down against him was so comforting, reminding him of all the times they spent together, lying down beside each other.

She rolled off him but pulled him along with her so that they were lying on their side now, with Taemin's back pressed against her chest and she hugged him like her personal teddy bear.

"You never answered my question, you know." She said.

"Which one? You ask too many."

"Where's Sinjae?"

Taemin froze, hating the fact that they were back to the beginning of their conversation; her ex-boyfriend. He felt that lately, all their conversations were in loops. They would begin with her breakup, talk about something else for a while to distract her, and then come back to Sinjae. Nonetheless, he turned towards her.

"Sinjae…left. Fired actually."

"What?" She looked at him shocked, an expression Taemin was expecting. He looked at her worriedly before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug.

"Do you…still love him?"

She blinked at him, before burying her face in his chest. Gently, he stroked her head to calm her down. "I don't really know. I guess I did move on but there are some days where I might be doing something which reminds me of him and then there's this pain in my heart."

"Don't worry." Taemin whispered. "It will go away too. Soon everything that reminds you of him would just be a happy memory."

"I hope so. It's just that…I've realised I share happier memories with someone else."

He wanted to ask her who it was but didn't think this was the time to press her. "I'm sorry I'm barely there with you when you need me nowadays."

"But you are always there." She muttered. "You are the only one who's there to hold me no matter what."

"Still. Sometimes I wish…I was more to you." He said, the words out before he could stop himself. He felt as though his heart might explode 

"You are, Taemin. You are my everything, you know." 

"I love you."

Y/N looked up at him surprised, as Taemin tried to comprehend what he had just said. His cheeks burned and he tried apologising to her furiously.

"Sorry, I didn't mean-" but he never got to finish his sentence because the next moment, her lips were against his.

Now it was Taemin's turn to be surprised. He stared at her as she moved her lips against his, before his eyes fluttered close and he kissed her back.

He pulled her in closer by her waist and she gently cupped his cheek. He was sure she could hear his heart hammering because it felt like it was trying to escape from his chest. Taemin kissed her gently firstly, and then a little more deeply, all the feelings he had felt over the years crashing into the kiss.

Finally, they broke apart, gasping for breath. He felt his cheeks automatically pull into a smile and Y/N did the same, mirroring the same happiness he could feel. He really wanted to kiss her again, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining, but he felt that they both had something to say to each other.

"Did you know," she whispered, "we both talked about each other today without knowing it was each other?"

"No." Taemin whispered back, feeling too elated to express any other emotions. "I did not know. Did you?"

"Me neither." Her smile was too much for him to take and he felt like he might die if he didn't kiss her again.

And so he did.

"I love you. I've always loved you." He whispered against her lips. She chased his lips and he felt himself smile finally the feeling of love fully sinking into him.

"I love you too. I always will."

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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yes yes I'm also Indian 😄

It's nice to meet Indian fans there's so less Desi here nowadays

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are you Indian!?

Hi yes I am!

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So my 12th was finally over and I wad going to start writing here but with everything going on in nct exo superm and sm as a whole in the past year I think it will be quite some time before I start writing again really sorry guys

I'll be sticking to writing for seventeen for now really really sorry everyone.

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code love || j.jh

PAIRING || Jaehyun x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Medical AU, Fluff

SUMMARY || In which, Jaehyun wished there was an emergency code that warned him not to fall for his best friend.

EVENT || The Exchange Event by @kflixnet​ Thank you to all the wonderful admins out there for organising this event!

WORD COUNT || 0.7k

A/N || To @chocojae​ I really hope you like this short piece! I did send another ask in response to your question but i guess it didn’t go :( sorry that its so short my college exams have been super stressing but i really hope you like this one and that we can be friends!

“What are you studying?” You asked as you crawled onto your best friend’s bed, getting comfortable as you slipped underneath his blanket to peer over his shoulder. Jaehyun just grunted, turning away from you so that you couldn’t see, but that didn’t stop you from resting your chin over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Was the only response you got as he continued to ignore you. You pouted, even though you knew he couldn’t see your face. 

“I just asked what you were studying…if you don’t want to talk to me, it’s fine.” You muttered, throwing the sheet over your head as you turned away from him. You heard Jaehyun sigh from behind you but you ignored him, pretending to sleep as you shut your eyes.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in your room?”

“The air conditioner is too cold.”

He snorted at your lame excuse. “So that’s why you are here? You’ve been complaining about it for the past week!”

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[cryingforjae]

So cute!!

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thank you!

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code love || j.jh

PAIRING || Jaehyun x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Medical AU, Fluff

SUMMARY || In which, Jaehyun wished there was an emergency code that warned him not to fall for his best friend.

EVENT || The Exchange Event by @kflixnet​ Thank you to all the wonderful admins out there for organising this event!

WORD COUNT || 0.7k

A/N || To @chocojae​ I really hope you like this short piece! I did send another ask in response to your question but i guess it didn’t go :( sorry that its so short my college exams have been super stressing but i really hope you like this one and that we can be friends!

“What are you studying?” You asked as you crawled onto your best friend’s bed, getting comfortable as you slipped underneath his blanket to peer over his shoulder. Jaehyun just grunted, turning away from you so that you couldn’t see, but that didn’t stop you from resting your chin over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Was the only response you got as he continued to ignore you. You pouted, even though you knew he couldn’t see your face. 

“I just asked what you were studying…if you don’t want to talk to me, it’s fine.” You muttered, throwing the sheet over your head as you turned away from him. You heard Jaehyun sigh from behind you but you ignored him, pretending to sleep as you shut your eyes.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in your room?”

“The air conditioner is too cold.”

He snorted at your lame excuse. “So that’s why you are here? You’ve been complaining about it for the past week!”

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@taem-min i don’t like this, i love love this. this piece is so beautiful and flawless! when i tell you that my heart fluttered and i smiled like an idiot the whole time, i am not lying. it was just so comforting and warm! thank you so much for this gentle work ♡

i can understand how hectic life can be, lol. you are going to slay those exams, i know it! looking forward to being your friend ^^

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awww im so glad you liked it! that’s more than enough for me if you enjoy it! really looking forward to getting to know you more!

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code love || j.jh

PAIRING || Jaehyun x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Medical AU, Fluff

SUMMARY || In which, Jaehyun wished there was an emergency code that warned him not to fall for his best friend.

EVENT || The Exchange Event by @kflixnet​ Thank you to all the wonderful admins out there for organising this event!

WORD COUNT || 0.7k

A/N || To @chocojae​ I really hope you like this short piece! I did send another ask in response to your question but i guess it didn’t go :( sorry that its so short my college exams have been super stressing but i really hope you like this one and that we can be friends!

“What are you studying?” You asked as you crawled onto your best friend’s bed, getting comfortable as you slipped underneath his blanket to peer over his shoulder. Jaehyun just grunted, turning away from you so that you couldn’t see, but that didn’t stop you from resting your chin over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Was the only response you got as he continued to ignore you. You pouted, even though you knew he couldn’t see your face. 

“I just asked what you were studying…if you don’t want to talk to me, it’s fine.” You muttered, throwing the sheet over your head as you turned away from him. You heard Jaehyun sigh from behind you but you ignored him, pretending to sleep as you shut your eyes.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in your room?”

“The air conditioner is too cold.”

He snorted at your lame excuse. “So that’s why you are here? You’ve been complaining about it for the past week!”

“Says the boy who chooses to drink water from wine glasses because he’s too lazy to do the dishes.”

“That was only when I was living with Yuta-” He sighed, pinching his nose bridge when he realised there was no use of arguing with you; you were stubborn and if you had decided to sleep on his bed then the only way to get you out would be by dragging you out by your leg.

Which he would never, of course.

There was no way in hell Jaehyun would even think of hurting you, even when he would engulf you into his warmest hug, he would make sure that he wasn’t squeezing you too much out of greed.

Because he was in love with you.

He was in love with you, his best friend and how much ever cliche it sounded, he couldn’t help it. Loving you was so easy, and just so, so natural like it was beyond his control to stop himself from doing so. Jaehyun wasn’t even sure when or how he had fallen for you; he just knew that one day when you were running downhill into his arms, he was knocked by this overwhelming sensation on seeing your laughing face.

And that sensation grew, now accompanied by the fluttering of his heart and in some extreme cases even feeling his stomach whoop as though he was on a roller coaster ride. It took him sometime but soon he realised he was in love with you.

So here he was now, in your shared apartment, with you snuggling to his side in an attempt to get him to sleep. Even though he was pretending to read, all the words were a blur in front of his eyes. He was too busy concentrating on the feeling of your hand on his arm as you tugged it, the warmth of your hand setting his heart on fire.

“What happens if I switch on my air conditioner too?” He asked.

You pretended to think (which he found really cute; you in fact was probably the cutest person he had ever laid his eyes on) and then spoke. “Well, since you are my human heater, I don’t think it should be a problem?”

Jaehyun faked a scandalous gasp as he wriggled away from you, but in reality he loved the way you chased after him. He ran out of the bedroom with his blanket, you close behind him screaming something about him being the most selfish human on earth.

But he didn’t care. Not when you were laughing as you dodged his cushion attacks, sending his heart into a frenzy. The two of you were now in the living room, and Jaehyun saw that he was concerned between the sofa and you. He tried darting beside you, but you were quicker and pounced on him, tumbling with him onto the sofa.

You let out a peal of laughter but he saw your smile falter when you saw what position the two of you were in. You were over Jaehyun, faces just inches apart with his arm wrapped around your waist. 

Immediately you rolled off him, looking flustered as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Almost instantaneously he missed the feeling of your warmth against his skin but brushed off the feelings.

“It’s fine. I’ll sleep in my room.” You muttered as you got up, still unable to meet his eyes. 

Jaehyun caught your wrist before you could leave, causing you to look at him in surprise. “It’s fine. You can sleep with me. I’ll be your heater forever.”

He felt his heart flutter when you smiled at him excitedly, practically skipping into his bedroom. 

One day, maybe one day he would be able to finally confess to you.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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immortals || k.kb

PAIRING || Key x Female Reader

GENRES || Soulmate AU, Mystical AU, Angst

SUMMARY || Soul (noun):  the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.

COLLAB || Part of the Eternally Yours: The Soulmate Exhibit collab by @sungbeam​​. Thank you for letting me take part in this collab! Check out the collab here!

WORD COUNT || 5.7k

A/N || Slight inspiration from ancient dreams and see you in my 19th life. Also thanks to @jaynaur​ for helping me get some inspo in these dry times.

TAGLIST || @shrutiajit​ @exoxobsession​ @woo-minhee02​ @buttvi​ @vllxchor @stayinzencity​ @ahtisa02​ @spacebyuns​ @midnightmoi​ @xavi-in-kpopland​ @fifty-shades-of-mischeif​ @whatudoing​ @justchuji @myluv-yeonjun​ @cara-18​ @ongshimi​ @xuxibelle​ @yerimezzy @trashlord-007​ (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

A misty breath escaped her mouth as she sighed, the cold air clinging against her skin, no matter how much she pulled her drape closer to her body. Winter had begun earlier than usual this time, causing the days to feel much colder. The trees in her garden had already shed their leaves and neither were there any squirrels or birds lurking on them, enveloping her house in an empty silence.

But it was something she had gotten used to over the years. It was something she had to get used to. Somewhere down the street, she heard a group of children laugh, and a small smile tugged on her lips. It was nice to hear other people laugh and smile. It somehow bought a sense of calmness over her, which was something she rarely felt. 

Living was painful for her, but so was death. Y/N honestly didn’t know which she dreaded more. She really wished this endless cycle of pain would stop but that would have been a very selfish move. Especially when she knew that they would be hurting.

A crash came from behind, jolting her from her reverie and she walked back into the house. Y/N found a broken cup on the floor and she glared at the teapot on the table.

“Sorry.” A wisp of smoke arose from it, partially taking the form of an old man. “You were out there too long. We were worried you would catch a cold.”

Y/N sighed, picking up the broomstick to sweep away the broken porcelain. “You could have called. And also, just because we figured out that this cup doesn’t have a soul doesn’t mean that we can break it.

“Sorry Y/N.” This time a young girl’s spirit from the vase spoke. “We did want to call but what if the neighbours heard us?” 

“Still…” But their argument was right. After all, she was the only one who had discovered that objects had souls too. And for this truth, she had to pay a heavy price. A price that pained her both mentally and physically. A price of her soul.

In a world where lovers were connected by the string of fate, you were given a chance to find your soulmate throughout all your lives. Most people tried to find theirs within their given lifespans because not finding one had a heavy punishment: you remembered your previous life. And you kept on remembering all your lives, pain and happy memories until you found your soulmate.

Only a soulmate would be able to end the cycle of remembering. For Y/N, the hard part wasn’t finding a soulmate. Since everyone was always on the lookout of finding theirs, you were bound to find your soulmate in the given life itself. But the hard part for her was the fact that she didn’t have a soul. 

“Should we get going for today?” Y/N asked, stuffing a piece of bread into her mouth as she hurriedly wore her apron and packed her tools into her bag. She tried sounding cheerful because she didn’t want the antiques in her house to be burdened by her sadness. She didn’t want them to blame themselves for her current state. 

“Y/N, be careful out there!” 

“Don’t forget to eat your lunch!”

“Don’t be back home too late, it gets darker earlier nowadays!”

“Don’t worry about me, I promise to take care of myself!” She yelled back as she dashed out of the house. Even if she never had a soulmate and had forgotten what it was to be loved by someone who wasn’t family, she was glad of these companions she had made.

Some of them had been with her since her very first life. Since she remembered every single life, she had always tried to collect the antiques she had lost in her previous life just so that they could be together for another lifetime. 

By the time she had stepped out, it had begun snowing. The snow grew thicker by the time it was evening, slowing down business more than usual.  Y/N had been mending a damaged clock when she heard the bells of the temple ring nine times, indicating the time. Suddenly, realising how late she was and how worried the spirits at her home would be, she hurriedly packed up her things and closed the shop. 

The snow had begun falling more thickly and the road was completely covered in a white blanket. It was hard telling where the sidewalk ended or where the road started but Y/N kept towards the sides just in case. There weren’t many people at this hour nor were there many cars on the street. She hurried on, feeling apprehensive all of a sudden and pulled her cloak closer to her body, dismissing the feelings as cold.

Y/N turned towards an alley, pausing for a second at how dark it was. She wondered if she should just stick to the main road but deciding that she was already too late today, she continued walking. It was lonelier here, with almost no street lights or even houses in the vicinity. The feeling of foreboding grew in her heart and all of a sudden she froze. 

Just as she had predicted, the sound of footsteps that had been following her for quite some time too stopped. Her eyes scanned her surroundings as she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. 

Y/N began walking away, this time with a much more quickened pace as she ignored how much colder she was feeling. It’s going to be okay. She thought to herself. The street is coming to an end. I can just-

She turned back just to make sure she wasn’t wrong and at the same time, the man ran towards her. A scream tore her throat as she stumbled back, slipping on the ice and falling down. Y/N saw a flash of silver in his hands and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the stabbing pain but nothing came.

Instead, she heard the sound of knuckles hitting something hard, followed by a crash as though a body was thrown across the street. Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N saw another man standing in front of her with his back facing her and the person following her lying on the street. She looked up at him and at the same time, he turned towards her, their eyes meeting. She felt a shiver run up her spine as the man’s cold eyes flicked through her. 

She had met people whose eyes didn’t hold any emotions, almost soulless like hers. But never had she seen someone whose eyes were so lively, almost looking like their coldness could burn through her skin. Y/N could nearly see flames dancing in his eyes. Somehow, that made her more scared and she inched away from him a little. 

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to harm you.” He said. Extending his hands towards her, he looked at her expectantly. Y/N tried to think of what he might have wanted from her but seeing that he had saved her this once she had no other option but to accept his hand.

She had expected his hand to be cold just like his eyes but to her surprise, they were warm in a comforting way. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt a sense of familiarity but nothing came to her mind presently so she dismissed the feelings.

“Er, thank you.” She muttered, unable to meet his eyes. Something about his intense eyes seemed to scare her. “I’ll, uh, get going now.”

But as she was about to remove her hands from his, he tightened his grip on hers. She looked up at him in surprise and felt another shiver run down her spine. He was looking at her so lividly that she felt like it was her mistake he had gotten pulled into her mess.

“Oh no, you are not going anywhere. You have a lot of explaining to do Y/N.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what had gotten into her but here she was, standing beside the stranger as he cooked dinner in her house. At first, she was terrified of how he had come to know her name but then he explained a little and that’s how he ended up being invited to her house. He had asked for dinner as payment for saving her life but upon finding her house was practically empty, he had taken up the task to cook them dinner.

“So, um,” She began the conversation awkwardly, not sure what to ask. Judging from the way he was cooking, she figured that he must be a professional cook too. “Your name is Kibum and you are a soul collector?”

“That’s right.” He said, tossing the vegetables in the pan. His temper had cooled down by the time they had reached her house but he seemed to snap again when he found out she barely had food in her house. The only reason she began a conversation now again was because he seemed to have calmed down once more.

“And you…collect the souls of the dead?” 

“That’s right.”

She already knew what a soul collector did but of course she had to pretend like she didn’t know. Most people eventually found their soulmates so even if they did remember what happened to them after their death, they would forget it after this life. But she remembered each and every single of her death, which was why dying was as painful as living for her. At least when she was alive she always had the antiques with her but in death, it was a cold, lonely and dark place. 

“So…you’ve come to take my soul because I was supposed to be killed by that man today? Then why did you save me?” She now realised what that feeling of foreboding she was feeling. Even after all her deaths, she could never guess it on time. 

The soul collector looked at her suspiciously. “You know an awful lot about this, don’t you?”

“Hahaha,” Y/N laughed nervously. “It’s just that-”

“Let’s cut to the chase shall we?” He interrupted her, placing the two plates on her dining table. He sat down and she followed suit, all of a sudden feeling scared. What if he had found out her secret? What was going to happen to her? What was going to happen to the antiques? She could feel the tension in the room but she didn't dare speak before Kibum did. 

“Where’s your soulmate?”

“Oh, uh, he’s- he’s I haven’t met him yet actually” She lied. “I’ve tried searching-”

“Is that so?” He tilted his head and studied her, as though he already knew the truth but was just teasing her. For some reason, this made her angry and she looked up at him, forgetting all her anger. “Yes. I haven’t bothered to look for them. To be honest, I don’t want to look for them. There isn’t any problem with that, right?” 

Kibum seemed taken aback by this response but he gained his composure almost immediately. “No, there isn’t a problem with that. But it does make soul collecting a bit difficult.”

“That isn’t my problem.” She said coldly. “Now if you excuse me, it would be better if you were on your way-”

“You don’t get it, do you?” He snapped all of a sudden, making her jolt back. Once again, she felt a sense of deja vu, like a distant memory she had forcibly forgotten. “There’s a huge problem if you don’t get a soulmate! It would have been fine if it was just one or two lives but I know that you haven’t had one for many lives! I’ve been noticing these abnormalities for quite some time and I'm sure it's just you being reborn. But here’s the main problem. You seem to remember even the period between each life. In other words, no soul collector comes to you when you die. Why do you think it's like that?”

Kibum was standing by now and peering at her angrily, causing Y/N to gulp in fear. How did he figure out so much? Did that mean all the soul collectors were after her now? 

“I-I don’t know-” she stammered when he cut her again coldly.

“It’s because you don’t have a soul.”

She could only stare at him, hands clutching under the table as she held her breath in fear. What was going to happen to her now? What was going to happen to her antiques? Would she be punished now according to the laws of the soul?

“I’m sorry.” was all she could say.

“Sorry is not going to solve-”

“I know that okay?” She snapped, her voice rising. “You think I like the fact that I don’t have a soul? Do you know how hard it has been for me all these years? As though the loneliness wasn’t enough but the pain of remembering everything is just too much! There are so many things I want to forget and yet I- I-” Y/N felt her voice choke as tears brimmed her eyes. 

Kibum looked at her as though he understood her pain. He stood up and cleared away their plates, turning his back to her. “You don’t need to explain to me now. Get some rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“What about you?”

He looked at her questioningly. “What about me?”

“Where are you going to sleep?”

He looked at her hurt and offended but Y/N could see the look of mischief underneath that facade.  “Why, are you not going to let me sleep here?”

“Excuse me!” 

“Sheesh, I’m just going to be in the living room. Don’t worry, I won’t creep into the bedroom. I have some manners. Unless…you want me to freeze to death in the backyard?”

“...Make yourself comfortable.”

“What does he even want?” Y/N muttered to herself angrily as she shovelled the snow from her front yard. “Why is he even here if he doesn’t even want to talk business yet?”

“He was so aggressive yesterday and yet today, he hasn’t spoken a word about it?” The porcelain vase beside her asked. She shook her head angrily before muttering once more. “I couldn’t even get a good night’s rest because of him.”

All night she had tossed and turned in her bed for two reasons. One being that Kibum apparently didn’t need any sleep. So he took this opportunity to ‘tidy’ her house. The whole night all she heard was the clattering and shuffling of things. Another reason she didn’t get a wink of sleep was because her mind was elsewhere. His words had reminded her once more of how lonely she was and she racked her brains hard trying to remember her first life. The faint feeling of being loved was lingering in the back of her head but no matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn’t remember who it was, or if it was all just a part of her imagination. 

“You are the owner of the house!” The vase whispered to her. His spirit was almost a thousand years old and she always listened to his advice. “You should be the one commanding him, not the other way around! How dare he go around threatening you!”

“That prick! I should-”

“Darling, why do you keep talking to yourself?”

“D-Darling?” She stuttered angrily, turning to glare at Kibum who was leaning against the door frame, smirking at her. “Who do you think-”

All of a sudden she felt the ground under her dissolve, the world growing dim around her. The air around her felt different, somehow warmer as though it was a different season. Y/N tried blinking to clear her sight but the world was still blurry and dizzy around her. She could faintly make out Kibum standing against the door, but now he was wearing different clothes, much ancient ones. His hair too was styled in a different way and he was smiling at her. 

“Darling, why do you keep talking to yourself?” He repeated his question once more, even though it felt like he was talking to her underwater. But yet, she felt that this time the question was asked in a more teasing way, and she could hear the faint touch of affection in his voice.

Her mouth opened on her own and she heard herself repeat the same this time, but this time sounding more flustered than angry.

“D-Darling? Who do you think you are calling darling?”

“Darling?” His voice sounded clearer and this somehow jolted her back to reality. Everything around her cleared but Y/N could still feel her head spinning slightly. She looked at Kibum and expected him to have the same expression but instead, he was looking at her in shock. Judging by his expression, he too had just experienced what she had.

“What was that?” She asked angrily. If he was a soul collector he should be able to tell what had happened right now, right? 

But Kibum only stared at her, his shocked expression slowly turning to that one of pain. 

“Kibum?” Her anger died down a little and she took a step closer to him, only for him to stumble back. “W-Wait- Stop-” He looked like he had seen a ghost, and for some reason, that hurt her a bit, like it was her fault that he was like this. “I-I’m not sure but d-don’t come closer!” Saying that he dashed back into the room. She stood staring at his retreating figure for some time, before going back to her work.

No matter how much Y/N tried to wrap her head around this, she just couldn’t make sense of it more than the fact that it might have been one of her past lives. People barely remembered all the details of their current lives, so it wasn’t possible for her to remember each and everything unless it had affected her emotionally. She definitely didn’t remember anything from her first few lives except how she ended up in this repeated cycle.

Now that she thought of it, how was she sure that that was her first life? It could be that that was the first life she remembered. Maybe she had a soulmate in all her previous lives. She wondered who was her soulmate in her first life and what had happened to him. All of a sudden, a sickening thought came to her mind, one she had never thought of all the years she was alive. What had actually happened to her soulmate? Surely he was able to find another one, right? It couldn’t be possible that he too was roaming around without one, sharing her pain and burden of remembering his past lives, could he?

This very thought made her knees go weak and she sat down on her verandah. How could she have never thought of him even once? If anything had happened to him it was her fault. 

All of a sudden, an idea popped into her head.

“Hey,” she said, speaking to the vase beside her. “Do you think soul collectors have a list of names from whom they collect souls or something?” 

“I suppose so. Or else, how would they keep track of you not having a soulmate?” 

“Do you think this is the right time to talk about something sensitive?”

“I would not suggest it. Given his prickly personality, he will probably lash out on you.”

She sighed, realising that the vase was right. But for some reason, she felt uncomfortable about leaving him just like that, when it was clear that he was shaken up by what he had seen. Was it because he was her guest and she couldn’t bear to leave him like that? Or was it the fact that for some reason he looked familiar to her?

Y/N trudged back into the house, wondering what she was going to say to him. She always thought soul collectors were gods, celestial beings that had never experienced any human emotions. But from seeing KIbum, she wondered how one ended up as a soul collector in the first place. Were they chosen? Or were some people just born to do it?

She found him sitting on the steps of her house, staring at her front door listlessly. Standing behind him, Y/N racked her head, trying to think of how she should approach him. She didn’t want to anger him more now that he knew her secret. But more importantly, she didn’t want to hurt him more.

“Is my back that beautiful?”

His cocky voice jolted her back to the present, throwing out the little pity she had felt for him. Rolling her eyes, she sat down beside him, looking at him expectantly. He sighed and looked at her questioningly, as though asking what.

He looked like his usual self, not even a trace of sadness even in his eyes. It was as though the hurt person she had seen a few minutes before was just a figment of her imagination.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

Kibum looked at her like she was asking an obvious question. She resisted the urge to get up and storm away from him. “Of course I am. Why shouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, you didn’t look alright a few minutes before. You looked…hurt.”

At this he scoffed, turning his face away from her. “Soul collectors don’t feel emotions. I can’t feel hurt.” 

Even though he stressed on the can’t, to her it sounded like he was just shutting out his feelings no matter what. Sunlight was directly falling on his eyes now and you were squinting against it. She sighed in exasperation and gently turned his shoulders towards her.

“Don’t face the sun-” All of a sudden Y/N realised how close they were. She was still holding his shoulders and his face was just inches away from her. From this up close, she could see his pale skin and the slight flush his pale cheeks had. His eyes flicked over her face in surprise and she felt heat rush up her cheeks. She let him go and turned away a little, feeling as flustered as him. 

“So- um-” She stuttered, trying to change the subject with whatever came into her mind. “Do you like flowers?”

“F-flowers? Yeah, I like- I like flowersuns. I-I mean sunflowers. Yeah I like them a lot.” He looked at her surprised, his expression more scared than relieved for the change of topic. His usually cool demeanour seemed to be completely gone now that he stumbled upon his own words. For some reason she found it funny and a giggle escaped her mouth.

“W-what? Why are you laughing?” He whined, and that made her crack into laughter even more. 

“I don’t know.” She said, “It's just…very funny seeing you so flustered.”

He glared at her and muttered a ‘I hate you’. She smiled at him, feeling all the tension that had built previously disappear. The corners of his lip too curled up to a smile and she realised how beautiful he was. With the sunlight falling on his face lightly, Kibum looked almost godlike and it made her wonder whether good looks came with the soul collectors package. Again, the strong sense of familiarity enveloped her but this time she ignored it, choosing to enjoy the comfortable silence between them.

“I've made dinner for us.” Kibum announced, like it was a daily routine he followed. He moved towards the kitchen just as Y/N came in through the living room.

“You are still here?” Y/N asked jokingly as she took off her coat and hung it on the coat stand. It had been snowing heavily today too but she didn’t make the mistake of staying out late at night like she had yesterday. Kibum had indirectly threatened her that if she ended up dying before he got to question her, he would personally haunt her. Though, she pointed out, it would have been the other way around since she was the one who was dead.

“Of course. I still didn’t question you.” He said, placing the dishes on the table. She looked at all the dishes he made impressively. She didn’t cook much usually since she never had a proper appetite, but somehow the smell of his food made her feel hungry, as though she hadn’t eaten in a long time.

“Do you like it?” She looked up at him and he was smirking at her, but she nodded happily. “It's been a long time since I had good food. Somewhere down the line, I just lost interest you know…” her voice trailed off but Kibum nodded.

“I understand. Being immortal…isn’t all that glamorous as people paint it to be. Soon even the smallest things that give you pleasure too feel like a burden.”

She stared at him. For the first time in all her lives, she felt understood. Y/N clutched the chair hard, feeling as though she had just lifted a huge rock off her chest. Of course Kibum could relate to her. Being a soul collector must have been painful for him too.

“Shall we?” He asked, motioning to her chair. She nodded and sat down, picking up a spoon to decide on what to try first.

“So do you eat such good food on a regular basis?” She asked.

“Of course not. But I do enjoy cooking sometimes for my guests.”

“Guests?”

“Yes of course. You didn’t think that soul collectors can’t have friends, did you?”

“No I didn’t. But given your personality I just wondered-”

“Hey!”

She laughed before smiling at him apologetically. It had been a really long time since she had an interaction like this and somehow this was making her giddy and light. When was the last time she had talked to someone so freely, laughed like this or even smiled at? Over the years she had slowly shut out people. Maybe this was why Kibum had said he couldn’t feel emotions? Because of the burden of remembering rather than because he was a soul collector?

Shaking off these heavy thoughts from her mind, Y/N turned her attention back to her food, still unable to choose which food to start with. Kibum chuckled at her indecisiveness and picked up her bowl, placing a little of everything in it. 

“Sheesh how have you been living on your own if you can’t even take care of yourself?” 

“Don’t put any cucumb-”

“I know.”

“Huh?” The two of them looked at each other in confusion. How had he known that she didn’t like cucumbers? 

For the second time that day, she felt the world swim around her. Once again, it felt like she had travelled back in time, but in the exact same setting.

“You are such a baby, you know.” She heard Kibum say, his annoyed voice sounding afar. And yet, he picked out all the cucumbers from her dish and placed it in his, smiling at her softly.

This time she jolted back to present almost immediately, feeling nauseous from the memory. Now she was sure they had met in some life, but judging how lovingly he had looked at her and how her past self responded back, she was suspicious that it was her first life.

Then did she actually have a soulmate? Kibum looked ghastly, cold sweat dripped all over his face and Y/N felt her heart twist in pain. 

“Kibum?” She whispered. “Are you okay?” 

He shut his eyes tight, as though trying to forget what he had just seen. Slowly, she got up and walked to the other side of the table, sitting down beside him. Then gently putting a hand on his shoulder, she softly asked him once again. “Kibum? Is something wrong?”

She heard him take a shaky breath and she froze. Was he crying? 

“Why did you do that?” He asked, causing her to be taken aback. What was he talking about?

“Are you talking about the memories? I don’t know-”

“I meant,” he asked, turning towards her. Tears were running down his cheeks and she felt a familiar stabbing pain, one she had forgotten long ago. “I meant why did you leave me?”

“Leave-”

And it was as though he had asked a magical question because all of a sudden memories of her first life came flooding back into her head. 

“Wait for me!” 

Y/N turned towards the voice chasing her, laughing at his annoyed face as he stumbled to catch up with her. She had been running across the field for quite some time, and he had been chasing her, despite complaining of how he didn’t care much of where she wandered off to.

“What is it? You are pretty slow, you know?” 

“You are too fast. I’m not slow.” Kibum huffed as he caught up with her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down, sitting to catch his breath. She let out a laugh and edged closer to him, giving their entwined hands a squeeze. His annoyed face broke into a smile, before he quickly leaned in to give her a peck on the lips.

“H-Hey!” Y/N stuttered, heat rushing up to her cheeks. “You can’t do that! You should at least give me a warning.” She muttered, fingers lightly grazing her lips, still able to feel the tingle as his lips had grazed against hers.

Kibum laughed once more. “Fine, I’ll warn you next time, okay darling?” The pet name caused her to flush more furiously and Kibum took it as a yes. Slowly, he leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. She stared back at him, unable to look away. He looked so beautiful that she felt that her heart was going to pop out of her chest any moment now. She was sure even he could hear her heart hammering. Unable to control the excitement she was feeling right now, Y/N shut her eyes. She felt his soft lips graze against hers, and before she could stop herself, she kissed him back.

It definitely wasn’t their first kiss, but each time they kissed, it felt like a whole new feeling for her, as though she was falling in love with him again. She gripped on his shoulder, as his hands cradled her face, bringing her even more close than they already were.

Finally, they ran out of breath and broke apart, foreheads still touching as they gasped to catch their breaths. 

“Hey.” She whispered, and Kibum smiled at her softly, asking her to go on. “Do you think I’ll be able to find you in our next life too?” 

“Why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow jokingly. “Already tired of me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling into his body. He too wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. His scent had always been comforting to her and right now this was the place she felt the most loved. 

“I want to be yours forever.”

“Me too. I love you so much. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

“I promise you. I love you, Kibum.”

“You promised me.” Kibum sobbed, clutching her hands as though begging her to look at him. But no matter what, she just couldn’t look up to meet his eyes. The guilt she was feeling right now was just too much. Just because she had sold her soul, he had ended up as a soul collector. He had to suffer just because of her.

“Y/N, darling, please just look at me.” His now familiar warm hands gently cradled her face, lifting it up so that their eyes met. Seeing his teary ones made her heart give a crushing squeeze, as tears flowed from hers too now.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Kibum. I never knew-”

He cut her off by pulling her into a tight hug. She clutched his arms, as though afraid that he would leave her if she let him go. “I’m sorry Kibum. I never knew it would be like this.” Y/N sobbed. “You have every right to be mad at me-”

“Stop, okay? Just stop. I searched for you all these years but I never knew-”

“It hurt, didn’t it?” She broke away from his embrace and asked, looking at his shining eyes. “It hurt living all these years, didn’t it? This is all my fault. I'm so sorry.”

Kibum brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping her tears. “But it hurt for you too didn’t it? Giving up your soul like that. What were you even thinking?” He whispered harshly. “W-Why don’t you think of yourself before others-”

“No. I didn’t think of you. I never thought of your pain or what you might have to face. I only thought of the antiques I used to mend-”

“You are wrong.” He interrupted her. “You knew the consequences you might have to face and yet you gave up your soul. If that isn’t selfless, then I don’t know what is. I’m sorry it took me so many years to find you. It must have hurt living like that.”

“Why are you apologising?” She could feel her voice cracking again. “You did nothing wrong. It's all my fault. I should have talked to you before making such rash decisions.”

“Then make up for it. Make up for all the years we lost.”

She blinked at him in surprise. Y/N just couldn’t understand how he had forgiven her so easily, despite what she had made him go through. But after all, that was love, wasn’t it? Even after all these years she could feel her heart beating for his, as though their souls were one. 

Then slowly, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. His hand ran through her hair, tugging her closer. She felt a spark in her heart and it felt like the world that had once looked bleak to her had its colour returning back. He tasted salty and yet comforting. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” She whispered against his lips, feeling him smile. “After all, we are immortal.” 

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!  

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superm losing in monopoly

[♡] baekhyun - flips the board as soon as he sees he’s losing. “oops, sorry my leg got in the way”. won’t let anyone play (while screaming his lungs off) until they agree to restart the game. 

[♡] taemin - flips the board as soon as he sees he’s losing 2.0. sm’s golden boy thinks he’s entitled to the winner title and any win should be given straight away to him. “I’M BABY I DESERVE TO WIN.” and if they don’t agree, he’ll be pouting and throwing tantrums the whole day.

[♡] kai - claims that everyone should donate him money out of goodwill so that he too can flourish again. once he’s finally declared bankrupt (which happens just too often), he just sits there sadly, pondering on his life’s existence and bad luck. the only reason he still hasn’t gone bankrupt is because of someone’s charity.

[♡] taeyong - is the charity. “kai hyung, you need help? here you go! anyone else?” the whole reason he went bankrupt. is upset but doesn’t shows he is upset because he isn’t petty like the others and knows this is just a game. demands a treat out of everyone but ends up treating instead

[♡] ten - cannot possible lose. even if he does, he’ll find a loophole and squirm his way out. most likely to cause distraction to pin the blame on someone else. probably chooses the role of banker to fund himself secretly.

[♡] lucas - admits that he lost readily. he does try to figure out how he lost but with the other members shouting over his ear, poor xuxi cannot comprehend and just accepts defeat. laughs it away because he thinks he is bad at this game while in reality the others had just conned him.

[♡] mark - admits that he lost readily 2.0. he too, was tricked into believing that he lost. still in so much awe of his hyungs who won that he cannot see how he was trolled. but unlike his petty hyungs, he admits defeat like a good player.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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PAIRING || Chanyeol x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff

WORD COUNT || 0.3k

A/N || Being out of touch with writing makes everything so hard TT but thank you @jaynaur​​ for making this non-Taemin and thanks @roroswitherose​​ for proofreading!

TAGLIST || @shrutiajit​ @exoxobsession​ @nctisthecity​ @woo-minhee02​ @semanticbias​ @buttvi​ @stayinzencity​ @watsonparker​ @joepomonerof​ @imdamnconfused​ @ahtisa02​ @spacebyuns​ @xavi-in-kpopland​ @midnightmoi​ @fifty-shades-of-mischeif​ @whatudoing​ @delightpcy​ @myluv-yeonjun​​ @cara-18​​ @ongshimi​​ @xuxibelle​​ @trashlord-007​​ (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

“Hey guys.” The two guys slid into the empty seats on either side of her. One looked very much concerned at the current state she was in, while the other seemed to be enjoying the show along with her friends who were seated at the table. 

“Heeeyyyy.” The words came out in a slur as Y/N raised her head from the table, smiling at the newcomers. Her smile dropped when her eyes landed on Chanyeol, turning away with a shy look on her face. Cautiously, she edged towards Baekhyun, before whispering loud enough for the entire table to hear.

“Hey Baekhyun. Do you- do you think the person beside me is single?”

Baekhyun stifled a laugh as he looked over her head at Chanyeol, who looked terrified of his drunk girlfriend. Quickly, he whipped out his phone for an Uber.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

Y/N slowly looked towards Chanyeol and their eyes met once more. He smiled at her softly, hoping she would remember that he was her boyfriend but instead she quickly turned away, blushing furiously.

“Oh no no no, I’m too shy.” She mumbled. “I can’t do that. He’s too cute for me to talk to.”

“Well, just to answer your question, he is not single.” Chanyeol looked in horror as Baekhyun let out a laugh at her teary-eyed expression. 

“What?” Y/N gasped, before bursting into tears. She stood up but before she could run from there, Chanyeol grabbed her by her arm and pulled her onto his chest.

“Don’t cry, baby.” He whispered gently, eyes darting at his phone showing that the driver was just two minutes away. 

“But- But you are not single and I love you-” She sobbed, soaking his shirt as he softly patted her back.

“That’s because I’m dating you.” 

“Oh.” She looked up at him with widened eyes, causing Chanyeol’s heart to give a tight squeeze. “I thought- I thought-”

He cut her off with a soft kiss before looking at her again. She looked at him surprised as he smiled at her, before returning the smile. 

“Right, right. I love you. And you love me.”

“And I love you.” He repeated her words before pressing another kiss against her lips.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!  

© 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐌-𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

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soured up || l.tm

PAIRING || Taemin x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Bartender!Taemin, Humour

SUMMARY || After your last relationship failed, you turned towards your best friend, Taemin, for comfort. Only that he too was hiding something, something he could not disclose unless he wanted to become your ex too.

Or, in which Lee Taemin tries not to sour up his status as a best friend.

COLLAB || Part of the Crimson Aurora Hotel and Spa collab by @myeoning-call​. Thank you for letting me take part in this collab! Check out the other authors here!

WORD COUNT || 3.1k

A/N || Finally writing something so long please bear with me if it isn’t the best TT

WARNINGS || Mentions of breakup

TAGLIST || @shrutiajit​ @exoxobsession​ @nctisthecity​ @woo-minhee02​ @semanticbias​ @buttvi​ @vllxchor​ @stayinzencity​ @watsonparker​ @joepomonerof​ @imdamnconfused​ @ahtisa02​ @moonchilddfics​ @spacebyuns​ @xavi-in-kpopland​ @midnightmoi​ @whatudoing​ @fifty-shades-of-mischeif​ @softmark1999​ @myluv-yeonjun​ @cara-18​ @ongshimi​ @xuxibelle​ @soobin-chois​ @yerimezzy​ @trashlord-007​ (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

“What are you doing here again?”

The woman in question just smiled at him as she sat on the stool opposite him, causing him to sigh. It wasn’t that he was irritated by her because no way the woman across from him could ever irritate him, but rather, he was worried about her. Worried about what would become of her if she kept on living like this.

“Can I not visit my best friend?” She asked.

“You aren’t visiting me. You’ve booked for overnight again, haven’t you?” He grumbled, getting ready to make her drink.

“Ah, Lee Taemin. You know me so well.”

He ignored the sarcasm in her voice and continued with his work. Of course, he knew her well. He was her best friend, and that position came with the heavy responsibility of having to know almost everything about the said person. 

“What do you want?”

“The usual, of course.”

“No I mean, what do you want from me?” He asked, placing her drink in front of her. 

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[taem-min-archived2]

soured up || l.tm

PAIRING || Taemin x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Bartender!Taemin, Humour

SUMMARY || After your last relationship failed, you turned towards your best friend, Taemin, for comfort. Only that he too was hiding something, something he could not disclose unless he wanted to become your ex too.

Or, in which Lee Taemin tries not to sour up his status as a best friend.

COLLAB || Part of the Crimson Aurora Hotel and Spa collab by @myeoning-call​. Thank you for letting me take part in this collab! Check out the other authors here!

WORD COUNT || 3.1k

A/N || Finally writing something so long please bear with me if it isn’t the best TT

WARNINGS || Mentions of breakup

TAGLIST || @shrutiajit​ @exoxobsession​ @nctisthecity​ @woo-minhee02​ @semanticbias​ @buttvi​ @vllxchor​ @stayinzencity​ @watsonparker​ @joepomonerof​ @imdamnconfused​ @ahtisa02​ @moonchilddfics​ @spacebyuns​ @xavi-in-kpopland​ @midnightmoi​ @whatudoing​ @fifty-shades-of-mischeif​ @softmark1999​ @myluv-yeonjun​ @cara-18​ @ongshimi​ @xuxibelle​ @soobin-chois​ @yerimezzy​ @trashlord-007​ (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

“What are you doing here again?”

The woman in question just smiled at him as she sat on the stool opposite him, causing him to sigh. It wasn’t that he was irritated by her because no way the woman across from him could ever irritate him, but rather, he was worried about her. Worried about what would become of her if she kept on living like this.

“Can I not visit my best friend?” She asked.

“You aren’t visiting me. You’ve booked for overnight again, haven’t you?” He grumbled, getting ready to make her drink.

“Ah, Lee Taemin. You know me so well.”

He ignored the sarcasm in her voice and continued with his work. Of course, he knew her well. He was her best friend, and that position came with the heavy responsibility of having to know almost everything about the said person. 

“What do you want?”

“The usual, of course.”

“No I mean, what do you want from me?” He asked, placing her drink in front of her. 

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𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: THE SOULMATE EXHIBIT

your soul feels so awfully familiar — are our relationships and connections pre-destined? perhaps in another life, another universe, or even in the timeline we exist in, we are linked to others who's fates have been etched into our very bones. shall we explore those possibilities?the sungbeam observatory proudly presents THE SOULMATE EXHIBIT COLLABORATION.

a note from our curator: you all have no idea how EXCITED i am for this >< it means the absolute world to have 1k+ of you stargazers here with me, reading, writing and bonding over things we're passionate abt (yes, barking over korean men is now something i am passionate abt). thank u to those who have supported my ✨journey ✨, and who i have met along the way. it's really cliché to say, but i really didn't think 1k was in my stars haha but here we are :') so please do continue to look forward to what's to come (omg sorry i didn't mean for that to become an oscar's acceptance speech (;_;)

— ✶ signed, duckie x

our theme, if one could not tell, is SOULMATES! yes, we're talking the beloved soulmate au! u have complete creative freedom over the soulmate system and the logistics of your world—your fic just has to feature *a* soulmate au.

some RULES & GUIDELINES before we enter the exhibition hall:

✶ only member x reader and member x oc is allowed; member x member is NOT allowed

✶ as i mentioned in the survey, this collab will be SFW content with suggestive themes allowed

✶ slots are FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE! i'm not holding any slots for anyone, except for myself

✶ including the slot i have selected for myself, there are a total of 15 SLOTS! this collab is open to ALL active k-pop groups, so there are no certain amount of slots for specific groups, but you must reserve a spot in the exhibition hall! all works will then be compiled into a masterlist for easy access~

✶ all genres are cool w me 😎 but only drabbles and oneshots will be allowed! no series and no texts (and none of the following themes either pls: su*c*de, r*pe, p*doph*l*a, etc.)

✶ the minimum word count is 1K WORDS, and a keep reading link MUST be inserted after the usual information/summeries/beginning

✶ i'm making a discord for additional announcements/reminders, but it can also be used for chatting, brainstorming, etc. i'm bad at the discord thing, so i will try my best! joining is HIGHLY encouraged (u don't even have to say anything in the server lol)

✶ to be confirmed, pls also reblog this announcement post! (key: one and only)

✶ the drop out date will be october 1st, and fics will be due january 1st (any changes will be announced, however) — hopefully that gives everyone lots of wiggle room to write! i don't want this to be stressful for anybody :]

✶ once your fic is completed, pls do TAG ME and include # eternally yours collab in your tags!

READY TO DISCOVER YOUR SOULMATE IN THIS VAST UNIVERSE? — ☆

secure your place in the exhibit here

**NOTE: the form will ask you for what GROUP you intend to write for. this can change after you are confirmed, but pls do let me know <3

11 / 15 slots confirmed — our guest speakers:

01:00 @sungbeam, svt

02:00 @jaehunnyy, ateez

03:00 @sunlightwoo, txt

04:00 @ethereal-engene, svt

05:00 @daegall, nct dream/127

06:00 @justalildumpling, nct dream

07:00 @loveliestfelix, txt

08:00 @maiademia, svt

09:00 @tranquilpetrichor, ateez

10:00 @restlessmaknae, oneus

11:00 @soobeaniee, txt

12:00 @honeyhuii, svt

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