The day you realised that it was always you initiating physical affection in your relationship was strange to say the least. You had been so happy with Kyungsoo until this revelation shattered the rose-tinted glasses, and doubt clouded your mind.
You made a conscious effort going forward to be less clingy with him and see if it was all in your head. Unfortunately, Kyungsoo didn't pick up the slack and there was just less skin-ship between you. Nothing else had really changed though, leaving you questioning both your logic and your relationship.
Kyungsoo was still inviting you out and planning dates, such as tonight when you found yourself over at his for dinner. When you first arrived, he had placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as you entered. This small gesture helped to calm your anxieties as your mind wondered through all the worse case scenarios.
The two of you began to talk as you followed him to the kitchen where he was finishing preparation for the meal. You exchanged stories of your days so far as usual until your boyfriends mood changed.
"I wasn't going to say anything until after we ate, but I think I need to now," Kyungsoo said, suddenly.
Immediately, the anxiety that had ebbed away returned.
"Are you still happy with me?" he asked.
"What?" you replied, a little incredulous at his question.
"You've changed, you've been really distant lately and I need to know if you still want to be with me," he explained.
For a moment, you froze, wanting nothing more in that moment than to hug him. "Of course I still want to be with you," you told him. "I just thought I was being too clingy and wanted to give you some space."
"Why do think that? Did I make you think that?"
"No," you answered, quickly. "Not exactly, I just- you don't really hug, and I was doing it a lot and I just thought, maybe... I was annoying you."
"You could never annoy me. I know that you just show your affection for me physically. I show mine by buying you things or cooking for you." He gestured at the food currently sat on the hob.
You nodded, knowing that Kyungsoo hadn't once made you actually feel unloved, despite the lack of skin-ship.
"We just have different love languages," he continued. "I know that can be hard sometimes, but we can make it work."
"Yeah," you agreed. "I'm sorry, I should have just spoken to you. You always make me feel loved, even if it isn't with hugs and kisses all the time."
"Good," Kyungsoo said with a little nod and a smile. "Now, come here, you need to make up for all those hugs I didn't get."
You happily shuffled towards him, securing your arms around his waist. "Don't let the dinner burn though," you muttered.
"I won't," he chuckled. There was a pause before he continued, "I'll make more of an effort with physical affection it if will help reassure you."
"You really don't have to."
"But I want to," he pulled out of the embrace and placed a quick kiss to your lips. "I love you, and sometimes that means compromising on things like love languages so that everyone feels happy and loved."
"I love you, too," you smiled at him, resting your hands on his shoulders.
"But now I really should check on dinner."
You laughed, and moved so that Kyungsoo could get back to the hob. All of a sudden you couldn't remember why you had gotten yourself into such a state before. Watching the man you loved carefully preparing food for you, you knew there would be no problem too big with him by your side.
Your hand settled against Kyungsoo’s chest as you began to feel sleep hit you. His arm instantly tightened around your waist in response, keeping you tighter into his side as a heavy sigh of frustration escaped from him, brushing the top of your head.
Instantly, your eyes opened up, as his fingers began to tap against your side. It was a nervous habit of Kyungsoo’s that you’d learnt over the years, whenever he was irritated or unable to settle, he’d mess with something in the hope that in the end it would be enough to wear him down.
To begin with, you were sure that you could ignore the tapping, but as it got faster, and a little bit more forceful too, you knew Kyungsoo needed you. You pushed yourself up carefully so that your eyes could look up at him staring off to the ceiling.
“Kyungsoo, are you alright?”
His eyes looked down at the sound of your voice, feeling his heart quicken as he studied the soft smile on your face. As his head nodded back at you, you let go of a quick apology, understanding just how hard it all was for him.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” he whispered, keeping his voice low, “I just can’t seem to be able to drift off to sleep. Lyrics keep swirling around in my head and all these dates that I know are on my schedule too.
You pushed yourself up even further, allowing your lips to press softly to his. His arm kept you in position, propping you up so that he could feel your lips on his a few more times before allowing you to settle back against his chest.
Once you were comfortable, his lips diverted to press against the top of your head, allowing his hands to continue to dance along your waist. You were happy leaving Kyungsoo to do whatever he needed in order to try and get some sleep.
After a few minutes, you could finally feel his heart begin to settle, and his body untense around you. His lips continued to press to the top of your head every few minutes, little tokens of how appreciative he was to have you in his life.
“Has this helped a little bit?” You quietly asked him.
“Definitely,” he hummed back at you, leaning into the crook of your neck, “it turns out a kiss from you really can be the answer to all of my problems sometimes.”
“As if,” you laughed, feeling his lips move to press against the skin underneath your jaw. “If it’s helping, why don’t you try and close your eyes again Kyungsoo? See if you can finally get some rest in you before work tomorrow.”
His head shook, moving away from your neck so that his eyes could meet yours again, continuing to admire the wide smile that you wore.
“If I sleep, you sleep,” he suggested, “because I know you’ll stay awake and watch me for a while.”
“Of course,” you smiled, pressing your hand to his cheek, “I want to make sure that you rest well.”
His face nuzzled into the palm of your hand, allowing your fingertips to gently brush through the shorter strands of hair that shaped his face. As your thumb brushed against his cheekbone, his eyes began to flutter open and closed.
As sleep began to rule over Kyungsoo, you could see how much calmer his expression was, as his mind began to clear from all of the things that had been clouding him.
As you went to move your hand away though, a soft hum came from him. “Don’t let me sleep alone just yet,” he requested, placing your hand right back where it was.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at how soft Kyungsoo had become, with the corners of his own mouth turning up in surprise at just how needy he sounded for you.
“Can you move closer so I can keep kissing you?” He then asked, rolling onto his side so that you could move forwards and rest against his chest. “That way I can sleep.”
“Well, if it helps you sleep, I guess it would be rude of me not to cuddle up to you.”
“Very rude,” he agreed, snaking his arm around your waist, as your hand moved from his cheek to his chest. “Sleepy kisses might just be my new favourite kisses to exchange these days.”
Another chuckle came from him as his lips began to press against the top of your head, scattering across your hairline. It was a side of Kyungsoo that very few got to see, but it was a side that you most definitely adored.
“I can’t see you anymore to know if you’re eyes are closed or not,” you frowned, “you made me lay here on purpose so I couldn’t see you, right?”
“My eyes are closed, and I’m already dreaming of you, I promise you that much.”
“Now I definitely don’t believe you,” you laughed, trying to lean back and look up at Kyungsoo, but he managed to lean far enough back too so that you couldn’t see.”
He chuckled softly, “I just want to watch you for a while and then I promise I’ll fall asleep. It helps my heart settle knowing that you’re resting well and feeling loved by me.”
You knew that was Kyungsoo’s way of politely letting you know that he still felt sleep was a way off but knowing that he at least wasn’t as stressed about everything on his mind was a great deal of comfort for you.
“I know you tend to feel like you can deal with your problems alone Kyungsoo, but please remember that I’m here too. If you just want to lay like this for a while and get anything off your chest, then I’d always be here to listen.”
“No, you need to sleep,” he sniggered, pressing further against the top of your head, “but I do appreciate greatly that you’re always here for me and caring for me.”
“As I do to you too,” you whispered back at him, “but I can’t sleep knowing that you’re not sleeping Kyungsoo.”
“I’m happy just kissing you for now.”
Your head shook as he continued to press along your hairline, tightening his arms around you so that you couldn’t try and look up at him again. Kyungsoo was stubborn, and when he knew how his body was feeling, there was no changing his mind.
“When you do feel sleepy, close your eyes,” you instructed, poking his abs, “don’t stay up all night kissing me just to be tired at work tomorrow.”
“Being awake doesn’t seem as bad as it did half an hour ago now that I’ve got you laying properly beside me,” he mused, “I’m quite enjoying being able to embrace the moment with you for once without feeling stressed.”
“Sleeping would help you feel less stressed,” you continued to try and argue, “but knowing that you’re at least a little bit more relaxed will do for now. Just please look after yourself for the rest of the night now.”
“Will you stay laying here?”
“I will,” you confirmed, hearing a soft hum come from above your head.”
“In that case, I definitely will look after myself.”
Weathered timbers separate the sections of red brick that make up the building’s walls, topped by a sloping, black tiled roof. It’s ageless, belonging to no clear era, as if its location, tucked away in an alley, had hid it from Time. A wooden sign that hangs over the door is equally ambiguous, nameless, bearing only the image of a black fox chasing its own tail. The only indication of its purpose is the smell.
A myriad of mouthwatering scents waft through the high windows. They twine together in harmony, perfectly balanced without one overwhelming the others. Wordlessly, they promise to pleasure the tongue and heart all at once. They entice the passerby to enter, if there were any to be had.
“Sniffing isn’t going to fill your stomach, child! Come on,” Mrs. Kim encourages.
You smile at your elderly neighbor’s insistent tug at your arm. “I’m sorry. Spaced out for a minute.”
“You spend too much time dreaming,” she humphs, the tap of her cane echoing against the pavement as you slowly make your way towards the restaurant together. “That’s why I’m bringing you here. You forget to eat; you’re getting too thin. The Fox’s food will fix that.”
You quicken your step a fraction to reach the door and open it for Mrs. Kim, helping her step over the high threshold.
Inside, the soft lights lend the wooden panels of the walls a glowing, golden warmth. Spaced between are traditional paintings and calligraphy, their colors bright and welcoming. There are just enough patrons for it not to be crowded, but still have a pleasant hum of business.
“Where would you like to sit?” you start to ask, but before you can finish your sentence, a squealing blur comes out of nowhere to wrap their arms around Mrs. Kim’s shoulders.
“Grandmother! You’ve come!” The young woman looks to be in her twenties, but practically vibrates with a younger energy. “It’s been forever! Where have you been? We were worried.”
“When you get like me, it’s harder to get around sometimes,” Mrs. Kim replies, patting the woman’s back. When she eases her grip, Mrs. Kim takes her face in both hands and smiles, “Ah, my little Seulgi. You haven’t changed a bit. Don’t get old like me, my pretty one.”
“You’re the pretty one, Grandmother,” Seulgi says, lightly tapping Mrs. Kim’s cheeks back. She glances at you, her body momentarily stiffening as if just noticing you. She stares, making you wonder if you should recognize her as she seems to know you.
Giving a tentative smile, you say, “Do-”
“Let me get you a table.” Seulgi slips her arm through Mrs. Kim’s, replacing you as her guide.
The two of them chat animatedly, with you following close behind, until you all reach a low table. Seulgi grabs an extra cushion from another table and helps Mrs. Kim ease down onto it.
“We’ll be right with you,” Seulgi says.
“How old is this place?” you ask as you settle down opposite her.
“Been here since before I was a little girl. The same family has run it so long that no one remembers when they first started. My father would take me here for my birthday when he could. Even during the hard years, they managed to stay open somehow.” As her eyes wander the walls, you can see the fond nostalgia fill them. “They’re the most generous family too. Even if you couldn’t pay, if you were hungry, they’d feed you.”
The two of you continue chatting about the neighborhood, your work, Mrs. Kim’s greenhouse, until Mrs. Kim’s eyes alight on someone behind you.
“Do Kyungsoo!” She waves. To you, she explains, “It’s the owner’s grandson. He’s the head chef now.”
“Oh.”
Calling out to Kyungsoo, she says, “Every time I see you, I swear you look more and more like your grandfather! It’s like you’re the same person. How is he?”
“It’s good to see you too, Grandmother,” says a man from behind you, his voice low and sweet, verbal silk. “He’s enjoying retirement in Jeju.”
Steam from the food he sets in between you temporarily hides his face as he rounds the table.
Food already? “Oh, we didn’t-”
“That’s how it works, dear.” Mrs. Kim interrupts. “This family has some kind of magic. They always know what you want, even if you don’t.”
“How interesting.” It does smell lovely and look even better, you think, as you eye the plate of perfectly formed dumplings arranged on steamed cabbage leaves in front of you. “Thank you.”
As the steam clears, a pair of wide, dark eyes meets yours. Instantly, the strong brows above them and the lips worthy of Cupid are a haze as your vision swims. A shock, like petting a lightning streak, spikes through your veins. A roar like the depth of the ocean clamors in your ears and you feel your body sway.
Hands grab your shoulders, bracing you against a solid torso. Through your clothes, his skin threatens to melt yours with an unnatural heat. “Are you alright?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I think so, thanks.” You pull away and rub your eyes, trying to reason away the strangeness. You mumble, “Probably just low blood sugar.”
“See? I told you you weren’t taking care of yourself,” Mrs. Kim scolds. “When did you eat last?”
Kyungsoo seems to wait for your answer just as intently as her, but the thought is unsettling, so you dismiss it as mere politeness.
“Last night…?” you reply. “Maybe this morning?”
“This is my neighbor who’s been helping, Kyungsoo. As you can see, sometimes the reverse is true too.” With a heavy sigh, she picks up her chopsticks to pluck one of your dumplings from the plate, blows on it, and puts it to your lips. “No more talking. Eat before you faint.”
Obediently, you open your mouth. Flavor bursts like fireworks across your tongue as soon as you bite down. Ginger, onions, carrots, cabbage, mushrooms, all bathed in a savory sauce and cooked to perfection.
“How is it?” Mrs. Kim grins, already knowing your answer from your face. “This restaurant specializes in vegetarian food. They’ve absolutely mastered it.”
Kyungsoo, who had still been watching you, shifts his attention to the old woman with a smile. “Thank you. I would hope so after so long.”
“Only vegetarian?” You barely manage to get this out before Mrs. Kim stuffs another dumpling in your mouth.
Kyungsoo nods, giving no further explanation.
Seulgi suddenly appears, tray in hand. “Kyungsoo, they need you in the back.”
“Oh, alright. Enjoy your meal.” He bows to the both of you before leaving.
You can’t help but watch his retreating back. What had happened when you looked in his eyes? Nothing like you’d felt before, that was for sure. On the other hand, you were very much unsure as to if it was a good feeling, or a foreboding one.
A plain, porcelain cup is set beside your plate, disturbing your spinning thoughts. The liquid inside is the same pale gold of dawn’s fingertips.
“On the house,” Seulgi says with a wink. “Drink up.”
“What is it?”
“Ginseng tea. Boosts energy and… memory.”
A monstrous yawn splits your face as your feet pass over your apartment threshold after dropping off Mrs. Kim at her own. You hadn’t been the least bit sleepy before, despite your stomach being joyfully full. Now, your body feels heavy like you’d walked a thousand miles, like the air itself is dragging you down. You barely make it to the couch before you leave the realm of waking.
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You stand on the top of a hill, every inch of it and the fields beyond covered in yellow flowers. In a small valley below, you can just make out a small village, the bustle of people looking like lines of ants.
Someone calls your name.
Kyungsoo.
The sight of him is almost as surprising as the surge of adoration and joy you feel for him.
In place of a simple chef’s uniform of black pants, smock, and apron, is a sea-blue hanbok and in place of a friendly, distant smile is a grin of pure happiness and something else you can’t name…
Love. You realize the name is love when Kyungsoo tugs you to him by the waist and, cushioning your cheek with one hand, kisses you. He kisses you so thoroughly, so tenderly, you feel as if your entire body is made of light, incandescent and shimmering.
He finally pulls away slowly, as if his lips are adverse to the very thought of leaving yours. Your eyes feel heavy under the drug of his passion, but when they finally do open, you freeze.
The Kyungsoo you met had eyes the color of the strongest coffee, but this Kyungsoo’s eyes burn crimson and instead of round pupils at their center, a vertical pupil splits them.
Sudden movement behind him catches your attention. A tail, as red as Kyungsoo’s eyes. Nine of them, if you counted right. Gumiho.
You try to speak, but your mouth disobeys, speaking words not your own. “Where have you been?”
“I had to return to the mountains for a meeting of my clan,” he says, stroking a stray hair into place behind your ear, his fingertips lingering longer than needed. “I’m sorry I took so long.”
Again, your voice refuses to ask the questions lodged in your throat. “You should be. I missed you.” You lean up, stealing another kiss and marveling how anyone could ever feel this happy.
The feeling of Kyungsoo’s lips fades away, and when you open your eyes again, the scene is changed.
You’re standing in an entry in a low wall that surrounds a house, yours, you know instinctively. Your arms and legs are spread defiantly, barring a group of soldiers in uniforms that surround one dressed in civilian clothes. His face bears the imperious sneer of one who has gone unchallenged most of his life.
An old man clings to your elbow. “Child, please. We cannot-”
“No.” Your voice is loud and powerful with righteous anger. “They have no right to take our land. It is ours. They don’t even offer payment for it! Where would we go? What would we do for food or money?”
“That is your problem,” the official shrugs. “You have no choice. Move aside.”
“No.” You lift your head higher. “You have no right.”
Raising a hand, the official bends two fingers.
One of the soldiers steps forward, unsheathes a thin blade, and swings it.
You feel nothing, but then, something warm on your chest. Looking down, you find your clothes being dyed red. Your legs collapse beneath you as all your strength ebbs away in an instant with your blood. Even as your breaths struggle in vain against the pain, you can only think of Kyungsoo.
Screams fill your ears and your father’s scrambling hands fly away. Kyungsoo’s face, splattered with blood, fills your vision. You can scarcely feel him drag you into his lap, your body becoming increasingly numb.
“Kyungsoo,” you whisper, smiling. Tears smart at the corners of your eyes, because you know what’s happening.
Your name scrapes from his throat as he presses his hands against your wound and his eyes frantically dart between it and your own. He’s too late. You both know it.
Abruptly, he stills. His expression flickers from uncertainty to determination. He closes his eyes and leans towards your face, a glow like the sun starting at the base of his throat.
No.
With the last of your strength, you stop him with your palm to his lips. Kyungsoo’s eyes fly open, even wider than usual with dismay.
“No, Kyungsoo.” Your hand slips from his mouth, but Kyungsoo catches it, pressing your fingers to his lips in a trembling kiss.
“Why? Let me save you. I can do it!” His voice breaks, but the tears filling his eyes refuse to fall. “Please, let me save you. I can’t- I can’t live without you.”
“And I-” you pause, struggling as you feel yourself dim, “I can’t live… with that kind of sacrifice. It’s… too late. You would die too.”
Kyungsoo closes his eyes and shakes his head, squeezing your hand. “Please…”
“My love.” You wait until he focuses on your eyes. “Kiss me.”
Unable to deny you, he does just that, his tears spilling from his cheeks to yours. His face vanishes, then the sensation of his hand holding yours. Last to disappear is his heart where it desperately pounds against yours, begging for the impossible.
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The streets are lit only by street lamps and distant stars as you run through them. You lost one of your shoes at some point. You couldn’t stop. Not after what you saw.
It was all a dream. And it wasn’t at all.
You know it was real, as real as the sun that rises every morning and sets every evening. Memories from a life long ago. Though buried, their revival made them as vital, as poignant, as if they were moments just lived yesterday.
Which is why you couldn’t wait.
The muscles in your leg burn in anger at their sudden abuse, but you push on until you reach the restaurant.
“Hello?” you call out, your voice stuttering with sobs and heaving breaths as you pound on the door. “Hello? Is someone there? Please!”
The door suddenly opens, making your body lurch forward.
Two hands save you. You know who it is without looking up.
Kyungsoo looks at you, puzzled. His hair is disheveled, his plain black t-shirt and sweatpants wrinkled. He’s beautiful. “Why-”
“It’s me!” Your fingers dig into his arms like he’ll disappear from your life again if you don’t hold onto him. “I know!”
“You know what?”
In answer, you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him.
It feels just like it did then. Magic, perfect, right in every way. Something slips into place in your heart, clicking like a final puzzle piece, one you had no idea was missing.
Kyungsoo’s hands gently push at your shoulders, making your heart fall. Were you wrong? You couldn’t have been wrong. There was no chance, no possibility you felt what you felt and it wasn’t true. You scrunch your eyes shut.
“Look at me,” comes Kyungsoo’s soft demand.
When you do, relief makes your body sag. One of Kyungsoo’s eyes remains dark brown, but the other is changed. Just as you remembered, it blazes scarlet.
“Eight more days,” he murmurs, one of his hands trailing from your shoulder to your cheek.
You lean into the touch. “Eight more days what?”
“It was going to be eight more days until I came for you.” Kyungsoo says. With a release similar to your own, he rests his forehead against yours. “For 999 years, 357 days, I’ve waited here. I haven’t eaten meat, not even touched it. I’ve done good deeds, refrained from killing any living thing.”
It dawns on you what he’s saying before he finishes. Your fists tighten around the fabric of his shirt. “You’re human? But your eye...”
He smiles a half smile. “Eight more days.”
“But why? Why would you give up… you?”
“Because I have not been me, not truly,” Kyungsoo takes both your hands and covers each of your knuckles with a kiss and locks eyes with you, “not since the day you died.”
13. "I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”
32. "Leave the heels on, baby. Just the heels, though.”
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“Did you really think I’d forget to celebrate your birthday?” Kyungsoo asks, fingers preparing your apartment key.
The night began when your boyfriend asked you to dress up and then surprised you with a nice dinner with your closest friends. You knew you were going to celebrate but thought it would be differently.
"I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.” You answer contentedly, watching him unlock the door.
“I have one more surprise for you though.” He says when the apartment is open.
“Oh really?” You grin, not knowing what to expect at this point.
Inside the door, you reach down to take off your heels, but Kyungsoo stops you by swiftly pressing you against the wall, his lips capturing yours. His thigh slowly nudges your legs apart, the hem of your dress riding up. On your waist, his hands firmly hold you in place as he concentrates on your kiss. But just as suddenly as it started, he pulls back, intense eyes boring into yours.
“Leave the heels on, baby. Just the heels, though.” His voice is low and sends a pulse down to your core.
You’re too dazed to respond and follow him to your bedroom, your mind reeling with excitement.
Summery: L.U.C.KY. au | no one knows what happened to the L.U.C.K.Y. Project
Warnings: character death
Words: 1.1k
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The air around the hallways was cold, singling to subject 94, that he was most likely alone for the moment. No warmth from the bodies of panicked staff. He wasn’t let out of his cage too often, so he was quite enjoying the calm stroll, if only the flashing red lights and sirens would quiet down. Being a man light on his feet, he made almost no sound of footsteps as he wandered.
Surly his doctor was with Suho. The man had managed to sweep the glasses wearing woman off her feet. Not that it mattered much to him. Patients using their charms to manipulate their doctors was more common than much of the staff noticed.
While 94 might be quiet himself, there seemed to be someone following him who was not quite as quiet. Turning a corner, Sehun waited until his stalker rounded, holding his breath.
As soon as the man came around the corner 94 let out his breath sharply, a gust of wind created that would surely knock any man off his feet.
Unless… that man was subject 12. Unmoved and unamused, 12 glared up at 94.
“Your breath stinks.”
94 stared down at the smaller man. It had been years since he'd seen him, and he'd heard from some of the other subjects that him and subject 99 had gone missing.
“It’s been how long since you’ve had that gag on, and now that it's finally gone, that’s what you have to say?” 94 sent 12 a small glare, turning back towards the way he was walking.
12 simply shrugged, following once more.
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The two continued wandering the maze of the compound, still with no sign of any other people.
“Do you think… everyone else just left?” Sehun wondered.
“...perhaps.” 12 replied.
Sehun felt a lump in the back of his throat at the idea of being abandoned. Then he paused.
“Wait, i thought you had escaped with 99?” He asked. At first 12 didnt answer.
“...88 came for 99, and took him and a couple of the doctors to safety. He was supposed to come back for me but, I haven’t seen him. He hasn’t returned.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
After more wondering the compound, Sehun was beginning to get anxious.
The two stumbled upon the doctors areas, all still completely abandoned. The office rooms and the labs, lights only half turned off and papers scattered haphazardly. Samples still in microscopes and needles simply forgotten on the counters.
“Guess they really got out of here in a rush.” Sehun scoffed.
12 wandered to one desk in particular. He quickly recognized the neat handwriting on the notes. Doctor B. He glanced over the notes. Mostly, ideas on ways to persuade subject 04 and bragging about how well behaved he was.
Oh, you fool.
12 smirked, turning over one of the pages to find a profile on himself.
Oh you great fool. You only ever saw what you wanted to see.
12 was broken from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he made to shrug 94 off, when his gaze fell to a shaking young man in a lab coat just across from them, a gun in his hands.
“Well doc, you're the first other living person we’ve seen in a while.” 94 scowled at Doctor B.
“How the hell have you bastards done it?” Doctor B was clearly frazzled, the man’s eyes wild and his body shook with fear.
After all, 12 was standing before him, free.
“Done what? Got here? We walked.” 94 rolled his eyes.
“No you stupid animal-“ B was cut short as 12 stepped forward, complete terror flashing in his eyes. “DON'T YOU DARE STEP ANY CLOSER OR I'LL SHOOT YOU DEAD RIGHT HERE.”
“...okay.” 12 placed his hands in his pockets, staying in place. He picked up his foot, scratching at his ankle casually, before slamming it back down in a stomp.
94 braced himself on the table, doctor B however, had no such luck.
The man let out a blood curdling scream, as a great chasm split the floor, swallowing the young doctor whole. The earth sealed together once again, leaving half the room just slightly higher than the other which was now sloped down, tucked under the higher side.
“What an asshole.” 94 huffed, dusting himself off. The pair jumped as a horrible snapping sound was heard, and then a gushing sound of gas.
“We need to go. The structure isn’t stable anymore. I doubt it’ll collapse but any pipelines may be done for.” 12 began briskly walking out of the room.
“Well damn, i wonder why?” Sehun quickly followed.
Taking a turn from the doctors quarters, the pair came to a quick stop.
“Is that… is that the main entrance?” Sehun marveled.
12 didn’t hesitate in sprinting forward, the taller man hot on his heels.
When they arrived, they found the door blocked, unable to be opened.
“We’re underground, they must have gotten everyone out and then buried the exit.” 12 explained.
“Okay well, you bust them open, then.” Sehun replied. He let out a whistle, creating a small twister below his feet which held him aloft.
12 nodded, walking up to the door and breathing deeply. He planted his feet firmly, and placed his hands on the blocked door.
The entire compound shook. A chill ran down Sehun’s spine as he watched the walls begin to crumble. In slight fear of getting crushed, he floated closer to 12, waiting just behind him as the floor began to crack.
Gritting his teeth, 12 let out a hiss. He was relatively certain they had caused a cave in, something big enough and deep enough to bury anyone left behind. Including any bodies crushed in the tunnels. The doors cracked and bent, finally creating a pathway another maybe hundred feet. 12 fell to his knees for a moment, panting.
“You alright?” Sehun commented, still a little too worried to come down from his little twister.
“I just moved several dozen tons of rock without lifting a finger. Forgive me if i need a moment to catch my breath.” 12 snapped.
Sehun just shrugged, finally stepped down and letting the twister dissipate.
The pair walked down the tunnel, finally coming to a dead end. Before letting out a whine that they were trapped, Sehun felt something rustle his hair. Looking up, he saw a speck of light. A shaft up to the outside world.
“Finally, where i come in.” Sehun was about to propel himself upward, but 12 grabbed a hold on his shirt.
“Wait.” The man turned back and faced the way they came. The two could see the entrance to the compound. The one they had both been trapped in for years.
“This place, needs to stay buried.” 12 growled, letting his hand fall in a swift motion, causing a cave in in the hallway the pair had just been in.
“Ready now, dramatic?” Sehun flinched when 12 punched him in the arm.
Foreword: Father Kyungsoo’s heart flutters with happiness whenever he sees you. He loves how your breath gets shaky and your voice quivers when you confess and the way your innocent voice says, “Forgive me, Father, I am weak.”
Warnings: priest!au, blasphemy, blowjob, creampie, loss of virginity, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk
Genre: smut
When your family moved to a smaller town hundreds of miles away from your city, you were excited. You hated the kids in the city. All they ever talked about were sex, drugs, and alcohol. The top three things you hated. Even thinking about it counts as a sin to you.
You knew the new town you’d live in would be more conservative. Your parents told you about the tightness of the Catholic community in the town since there was only one church. Everyone gathered a lot after church. There’s a lot of charity work too, which you were interested in participating.
Being raised as a Catholic since birth made you know the Bible well. You can recite popular verses, you can sing the songs, and you often served the Lord by singing in the masses. You can feel it in your heart. God is happy He has you as a server.
The first week you arrived, your family invited all the town to celebrate their new neighbors. You had a very big house, able to fit in all of the town. It was a small town anyway. Everyone came to the party, including the pastor of the church you will be attending every Sunday.
He looked young. It probably only has been a few years since he graduated seminary school. He had plush lips shaped like a heart and dark, thick eyebrows. Wait. Are you allowed to make mental notes about your attractive pastor? Surely not.
You slap your cheeks light to help you snap out of it. You’ve never focused on dating and guys. To you, it was something that would come on its own. When God allows you to. So for now, you’re just going to shake the pastor’s hand and try not to focus on your pastor’s doe eyes.
“I am Father Kyungsoo,” he introduces himself. He notices your nervous stance. The sundress you wore had a low cut, but the hot weather gave it context. He could see a little bit of cleavage, but this shouldn’t tempt him. He had vowed to stay holy like God. These kinds of thoughts shouldn’t be inside his head.
You reply with him politely with a smile. You bat your eyelashes at him and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You lock it twice and lean against the door, trying to regulate your breathing. Father Kyungsoo’s hand was so big compared to yours. It was making you sin. The thing you despise of the most!
As the party reaches its end, Father Kyungsoo approaches you before he enters his car. “I heard from your parents you liked to participate in charity activities?” You only nod as a response. Father Kyungsoo flashes a smile and pats your head affectionately. “Good girl,” he says before stepping down your front porch.
“I’m excited to see you at church this Sunday.”
You looked at yourself one more time. The yellow sundress covered you up nicely. You decided to bring a black cardigan to cover yourself up more but ditched the idea immediately as you stepped out of the car. Before the service starts, your parents greeted the people around them while you sat nervously.
This was your first sermon in a new church. You fidgeted in your seat and your mom held your hand to help you calm down. You smiled at her sheepishly. Why are you like this? Your clouded thoughts are interrupted when Father Kyungsoo came in to greet everyone.
The rest of the service passed by normally. Your anxiety completely left you. Maybe Father Kyungsoo’s smile eased your heart. The way he spoke was also calming. You wondered how his voice would sound when it’s whispering naughty things in your ear-
Oh no, you thought. You just committed a sin. Your heart starts accelerating uncomfortably in your chest. A light tap on your shoulder causes you to turn your head back. The person you’re dreading to see the most. Father Kyungsoo. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a concerned look on his face.
“Father Kyungsoo,” you started, almost choking on the sudden inhale of breathe you took. Should you tell the truth? You should. You definitely should. But for some reason, the response you gave was, “I was just looking for my parents, Father.” Father Kyungsoo cocks an eyebrow. As if he noticed you lied to him.
“Your parents are at the backyard, talking with a few people. Why are you here all alone, little one?” You gulped at the pet name he gave you. But you doubt it meant anything more than what it is supposed to be. “Everyone is old there, Father. I have no one to talk to,” you explained.
Father Kyungsoo laughs lightly. “You can talk to me while you wait, little one. I’ll accompany you.” Father Kyungsoo ushers you around the church. Since this town had a rich Catholic history, there were lots of stories he could tell you about the church itself and the Catholic community in it.
After your heart stops racing, you started to talk a bit more casually with Father Kyungsoo, but still with respect. You asked him why he wanted to be a priest and he told you it was a secret. “You are innocent, little one. You’ll know when it is the right time for you.”
You pouted and Father Kyungsoo clicks his tongue in disapproval. “You look more beautiful when you smile. So smile for me, little one.” Your lips curl into a tiny grin and for Father Kyungsoo, it was enough. You gathered up the courage to Father Kyungsoo and told him that you wanted to confess your sins.
“You can request for me personally next time. If it makes you comfortable, little one.” You nodded as a response and said your goodbyes to Father Kyungsoo after you picked up a call from your mom telling you to come to the backyard so you could go home. Father Kyungsoo sighs as you disappeared behind the door.
Turns out the town you innocent town you thought you lived in was the exact opposite. The school may be a Catholic one, but your classmates fooled around a lot. One night, when you were having a supposedly girls only sleepover, a few guys came over to play truth or dare with you and your friends.
You got dared to touch someone’s... genitals and it made you panic. You wanted to fit in, but it was wrong to touch someone else out of marriage. The next day, after school, you ran to the church and asked for someone to call Father Kyungsoo to listen to you in the confessional.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” you said with a slight quiver in your voice. Father Kyungsoo notices the difference in your tone. It was not as relaxed as he remembered. “I was having a sleepover with my friends. She lied to me and said it was all going to be girls, but then some boys came over and we played truth or dare. My friend dared me to touch a boy, Father.”
Father Kyungsoo’s blood boiled. You? Doing inappropriate things? He could never imagine. When he thought you were done with your confessions, you continued. “I have also played with myself, Father. I am tainted.” You rubbed your thighs as you imagined Father Kyungsoo at the other side of the fence separating you and him.
Your breath hitches as you started crying. Unfortunately, Father Kyungsoo could do nothing about it. “Do you regret it, little one?” His voice echoed in the tight space of the box. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. But you answered him anyway. “I do, Father. But it felt so good. I don’t know why God would prevent us from orgasming, Father.”
Father Kyungsoo licks his lips and gets out of the booth. He opens the door you used to come in and pulls you outside. “Forgive me, Father, I am weak,” you murmur incoherently with a shaky voice. You kneel right in front of Father Kyungsoo and look up at him, hands tied together in prayer.
Father Kyungsoo sits on the bench closest to him and tells you to take a seat beside him. “Lift up your skirt, little one,” he instructs. Your eyes widen, but you didn’t disobey him. You do as he says and bite your bottom lip when you notice the wet patch forming on your white cotton panties.
He presses his middle finger on top of your clit and rubs it slowly, enjoying the little gasps you’re spilling from your lips. “You’re getting so wet, little one. God is ashamed,” Father Kyungsoo says as he puls your panties to the side, revealing your freshly shaven pussy to him.
Father Kyungsoo inserts one of his fingers. He feels how tight you are. You’re definitely a virgin. “Let me cleanse you, little one.” You blink your eyes a couple of times in his direction, not knowing how he will cleanse you. But you trust him with all of your heart. Father Kyungsoo unzips his entire attire and lay on the floor.
“Spit on your fingers and rub it all over your pussy, little one.” You do exactly as he says and spread your saliva all over your bottom lips. You moan when it’s starting to feel good. “This is going to hurt, okay?” Father Kyungsoo warns. You nod and wait for his next instruction.
“I want you to say ‘Forgive me, Father, I am weak’ every time you sink down on my cock. Got it?” You spread your legs wider and Father Kyungsoo hums at the sight. Your clit is throbbing and your legs are twitching in excitement. When you push the first inch of his length into you, you throw your head back in pleasure.
“Forgive me, Father, I am weak,” you say as you take the last few inches of his member inside your pussy. You lift yourself up and force yourself down, not forgetting to say the magic words. Father Kyungsoo places his hands on the sides of your hips and guides you up and down.
Your wetness was enough to lubricate yourself. Even though you were a virgin, your hole accommodated his length well, sucking in greedily inside of you. “Forgive me, Father, I am weak,” you mutter for the nth time that afternoon.
“God, you feel so warm and tight, little one,” Father Kyungsoo compliments as he watches your boobs bounce from this angle. He sits up straight and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting on it. You run your hands through his hair as you gazed in each other’s eyes.
Then you feel Father Kyungsoo moving his hips, making his cock get deeper inside you. It only intensified your pleasure, so you’re more than happy to let him take the lead. As his pace gets faster, your legs started to give out. You let him do all the moving as you continued to moan.
“Forgive me, Father, I am weak,” you say for the last time before Father Kyungsoo comes inside of you. As he pulls out, he can see his own come tricking down your thigh. “Great job, little one. This should cleanse you well.” You flash him a satisfied smile. He leans in to kiss you tenderly and you intertwine your tongue with his in a heated french kiss session.
“Every time you sin, little one, I want you to come to me. So I can purify you again with my holy come. Promise?” Father Kyungsoo sticks out his pinky finger and you wrap yours around his. “I promise, Father Kyungsoo.” He pecks your forehead affectionately before he helps your dress up presentable enough to walk out again.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Father Kyungsoo. He never left your mind once after the two of you had sex. You also started to explore more and experiment with your girlfriends. You’d rub your pussies together and play with sex toys.
You also signed up for a charity event your church was doing. It was for a good cause, which is why you did it in the first place. And maybe because you could spend more time with Father Kyungsoo and steal a few kisses from him.
As everyone started to lift the boxes up for donation, Father Kyungsoo startles you and drags you out of the room into a confessional box. Specifically, the one you first used to confess to him. “So tell me, little one. What sin did you commit this week?”
You started by saying that you’ve been fooling around with girls, trying a cigarette, and touching yourself. “I played with my pussy as I thought of you, Father. Your cock messing up my insides as you come inside me with your holy come.”
Father Kyungsoo grunts low in his throat and undresses enough to reveal his cock to you. He pushes you on your knees and instructs you to open your mouth to take him inside it. “Choke on my cock. Yeah, that’s right.” He encourages.
As much as you wanted to focus on pleasuring him, you stopped immediately when you heard your parents calling out your name. You detached yourself from his cock and clamp your mouth shut. But Father Kyungsoo had other plans. He lifts up your skirt and rubs the tip of his cock on your clothed sex.
Your parents kept shouting your name as he whispers to you quietly to take off your panties. After you did, Father Kyungsoo inserts himself slowly into your cunt. He thrusts, slowly at first, but it became relentless when your whimpers started to become a bit messier and inaudible.
“You like that, little one? Getting fucked by a priest in the confessional? Almost caught by your parents? Tell Father,” he groans into your ear. You throw your head back and lean against his shoulder. “Rub your clit for me. Do it fast.” You follow his instructions and start using two of your fingers to rub figure eights on your clit.
Your orgasm was nearing every single time Father Kyungsoo thrusts. When he does, you couldn’t prevent a loud scream from escaping your lips. You could only hope it wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear. “Once again I have purified you, little one.” You kneeled once more in front of him to taste his come that was dripping down the sides of his cock.
“Clean it up for me, little one. That’s a good girl.”
The moment you arrived with Kyungsoo, you were gawked at by fans and photographers. MAMA is the first award show you’ll be attending as husband and wife. And to make things all the better, you were both nominated for the duet you did for a soundtrack on a Kdrama that came out earlier this year.
The producers originally reached out to Kyungsoo and said they were looking for a female artist to sing with him on the track, but he recommended you. They said they would consider me, but after a few days, you and Kyungsoo recorded the song on his phone and he sent it to the producers. Within the hour, the song was yours!
And here you are, nominated for best duet. You are seated next to the other members of EXO, but Kyungsoo never left your side. While you two watched the awards being given out, you could feel the eyes of fans watching your every move.
After a while, you started to feel a bit unnerved. You began shifting in your seat anxiously, wondering if you would be scrutinized for sitting so close to the beloved idol. Kyungsoo took notice of your discomfort and laid his hand on yours, calming you.
“Are you alright?” He whispered in your ear.
“Yeah. I’m just not used to so many eyes on me.” You confessed. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand and gave you an encouraging smile.
“Now, here are the nominees for best duet.” Everyone watched the screen as quick clips of the various music videos were displayed on the screen. The crowd roared in cheers for each of their favorites. Your heart started pounding when you saw Kyungsoo’s glowing face on the screen. He squeezed your hand as you swooned. Seeing the way he looks at you never fails to make your heart flutter.
“And the winners are.” The announcer took a long pause to raise the suspense. To your surprise, you started to hear ExoLs chanting yours and Kyungsoo’s ‘ship name’. A blush started emerging onto your cheeks and all at once, the crowd went wild.
“Y/n and D.O!”
Everyone stood up to look at you and Kyungsoo. He helped you out of your seat before wrapping his arms around you for a warm embrace. You could feel his heart thumping as hard as yours. Naturally, the rest of the EXO boys gave him a pat on the back and gave you a respectful bow.
Hand in hand, you and Kyungsoo walked to the microphone stand in the middle of the stage. The cheering died down, but your husband was still smiling as brightly as you were.
He began his speech, thanking everyone from the producers to the video director. You watched him in amazement. The sparkle in his eyes was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. “And of course I have to thank my beautiful wife.” He turned his head to look you in the eyes. “I’ve always known what an amazing talent you are and now the whole world knows too.”
Embarrassed of your blushing cheeks, you cupped your face in your hands and try to hide in Kyungsoo’s chest.
“AWWW~!” The crowd cooed in unison, making Kyungsoo laugh.
“Thank you so much.” He finished. With that, the music started playing and you both walked off stage with your trophy in hand.
You sighed when you got backstage and pinched Kyungsoo’s arm. “Ouch! What was that for?” He asked teasingly.
“I haven’t blushed that hard in my life.” You fanned your face with your hands, attempting to return your skin to its natural color.
“I just thought a special girl deserves a special thank you.” He said before kissing your temple.
The truth was: win lose or draw, you were the most special girl there because Kyungsoo, the best husband in the world, is all yours.
"Do you have enough underwear?" She was buzzing around in the very early morning. It felt like she couldn't stop moving even her body said that it's still too early to get up. "Yes, I-" his sentence was cut off by her asking him again. "Is it like five pieces? I think you need like a dozen, Kyungsoo" she talked while her hands were moving vigorously to pack more underwear for him. "Have you packed plastic bags? How much did you pack? I think you also need more" she rambled all the way into the kitchen. "I did, don't worry" he followed her into the kitchen. That morning has been full of following her everywhere. "Ah also have you packed some meds? like for cold, fever and stuff?" she kept on moving back and forth into the drawer where they kept all of the meds. "Um, I did pack some, I think it will be enough" he shrugged. "Bring more" she brought another 3 packs into his bag. "Okay now, shampoo? face wash? um, toothpaste? toothbrush?" her voice was getting slower and slower word after word. "Baby, are you okay?" Kyungsoo grabbed her hand to make her face him and there he found the love of his life crying silently with her eyes shut. He pulled her closer into his chest, feeling his shirt wettened by her silent tears, she didn't like to cry in front of anyone. "No, I'm not. I'm scared that I will miss you so much more than I let myself to be" she inhaled deeply the scent she's going to miss soon. "That's okay" he smiled and brushed her hair softly. "You are gonna be fine, just know that I love you so much and I will miss you more than you miss me"
That, the smile she's going to miss for 574 days.
Notes:
So the things I listed above are based on Singapore's National Service Enlistment, I couldn't find one from SK :( and sorry if it’s short just need to get some out of my chest
and also
I really gonna miss Kyungsoo so bad, but hey it’s a mandatory thing to do in SK. I think it’s also a non discriminative action, even if he is a celeb he still needs to do.
Please take care and serve well, We will wait for you, Kyungsoo! 안녕, 사랑해 경수야.
#경수의곰신_못할것도없지
hehe, and sorry for not posting for a long time, uni has been crazy! i will continue the series soon, i have made the outline, please wait everyone!
