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.
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Easily one of the most influential people in the country, Kyungsoo still rides the bus. But why?
Word Count: 0.4k
Warnings: None
Inspired by this post.
Do Kyungsoo.
Billionaire. CEO of his family’s game publishing company. Charity king. Author. He even turned down nominations to run for president. But none of that is what keeps people talking about him. It’s the fact that he owns twelve cars, yet never drives them. He doesn’t even have a chauffeur.
Easily one of the most influential people in the country, Kyungsoo still rides the bus. But why?
It was a sunny, cool morning. Not that the weather would ever stop a man on a mission. Kyungsoo boarded the bus and deposited his fare. The mundane things like this would make Baekhyun freak out, but it kept Kyungsoo grounded, human. His usual seat was open, right behind you.
You were the best part of his mornings and a breath of fresh air in the afternoons. He wouldn’t miss it for the world.
“Good morning, Kyungsoo.” You waved, taking your earbuds out.
“Good morning, _____.” He tried, and failed, to keep his smile from being too wide as he took his seat. “What are we reading today?”
“The Wonderful Wizard of Oz,” you said with a wave of your Kindle. “My mom brought it up last night when I called her and I realized I’ve watched all the remakes but never read the original story.”
He loved the way your eyes sparkled as you spoke. “How is it so far?”
“Not bad! There are a few scenes I wished were done better in the movies to do the theme justice, but that’s a given with film adaptations.” You shrugged. Your smile turned shy as you asked, “What about you? You always ask me about my books, but I never hear about what you like to do.”
His smile softened as a fond look filled his eyes. “That’s because I enjoy hearing you talk. You’re a very passionate reader.” He adjusted in his seat. “I’m usually playing video games. I can’t remember the last time I read for fun.”
“Games?” Your eyes widened. “Mr. Suit and Tie is a gamer? Wait. What do you play?”
Kyungsoo shrugged and did a mental inventory of the games up for testing this week. “Adventure RPGs, puzzles, and first-person shooters.”
“I like those too! What platforms are they on? Maybe we could play something together one day.” Your smile warmed him from the inside out, perfect for sunbathing his soul.
“I’d like that.” He nodded. Maybe one day he’d get the courage to confess to you.
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.”
hey bestie! love your work! 💞 for the drabble game: kyungsoo + soulmate!au + situation #15 + dialogue #41 as angst! i hope you're doing well, staying safe, and taking care of your cute self! thank you for doing this game! 💗
Soulmate!Kyungsoo x Reader || 15. forbidden love + 41. "I shouldn't be in love with you."
He leans back against the wall, gripping his head as images of you flash in his mind. It's been happening for a while now, he knows you feel the effects too because every time you see him, you try to talk to him but Kyungsoo ignores you.
Or, he tries to ignore you.
It's hard to ignore you when his body longs for you, his hands itching to hold yours, his heart beating faster when you are around and it's hard. It's not meant to be this hard, being soulmates, but there are people who just aren't compatible no matter what fate says.
What would the world think of you? You wouldn't care, he knows this but he cares. He cares if your life gets turned upside down for loving him and he cares if you lose everything that you've worked so hard for simply because fate decided that today is the day that it chooses you.
"Kyungsoo," he groans when he hears your voice, clenching his jaw as he looks over at the door. A war is going on in his head, tears run down his face as he breaks his own heart - and yours. "Please, please open the door." Your knocking becomes frantic as you desperately try and get him to come to you.
"Go home, Y/N," he says, his voice cracking as he says your name. "You shouldn't be here."
"Why? Why can't I be here?" He can hear the pain in your voice as you slap your palm against the door. "We can make this work." Your mascara running down your face as you press your forehead against the door. "Talk to me, please."
"Go home, Y/N," Kyungsoo repeats, trying to sound more assertive.
"Why?"
"Because I shouldn't be in love with you. I shouldn't want to hold you in my arms. This, us, it isn't something that we have the luxury of having. You're engaged to Sehun, can you imagine what will happen to your career if this got out? You'd be destroyed." He hits the back of his head against the wall, tasting the salt of his tears as they run down his face. He knows you won't care but he does and he'll be damned if he destroys that for you.
You don't know how long you stay there outside his door, not until arms lift your tired body up and you look at Sehun, seeing the pain in his eyes. "Sehun..."
"Hyung called me," is all he says as he carries you to the elevator and you look back at the door of Kyungsoo's apartment, knowing he's listening on the other side.
He was, gripping his heart as he heard the receding footsteps, he was.
A/N: The lyrics in this piece are not of my own creation, all the credit goes to Avery Lynch
“I wish I could remember what it feels like to touch your skin… and what your voice sounds like one person, I know FaceTime can distort it… and I miss it…” The keys under your fingers felt familiar as you sang the bittersweet lyrics of a song meant for him.
“I’m sick of kissing you in my head—oh baby tell me when can it be real instead ‘cause I would do anything to be close to you again…” It seemed to feel like forever since you last sang these words and saying them now felt like a lie like you were trying to convince yourself to feel these feelings for him once again.
“And it’s hard being here half empty when somewhere different is my favorite part of me… If I could just hold you for real, that’s the only thing I’ll need… Baby, that’s all I need.” The sound of the piano keys faded out, and the room filled with a silence that was kinder than any noise you made.
“You’re up late.” A very familiar voice spoke into the silence, disrupting its thickness.
“I couldn’t sleep…” You added slumping a bit as you dropped your hands into your lap.
“You know…” Suho’s voice hummed behind you, “It’s weird to hear you sing that song when you told me that you’re falling out of love with him…” Turning around to face him, you couldn’t form any words to offer him because he was right.
Four hundred sixteen days away from Kyungsoo scuffed up the warm fluffy feelings of love and left you with a deep-seated loneliness that wouldn’t let you live. From the beginning, you spent countless nights in Kyungsoo’s bed, crying yourself to sleep; there were many days where you couldn’t be bothered to eat or get up to leave the dorm. You were a depressed mess—that is until Suho joined you one night. He attempted to soothe your aching heart and fill the painful void Kyungsoo left in your chest. Little did he know that the friendship he shared with you would result in your heart finding love in him than your boyfriend of four years.
“You know you’re going to have to tell him eventually… it’s already August, and he comes home in January, Y/N—” The slam of your hand against the piano keys cut him off.
“I know, Suho.” How could you not? It was the only thing dwelling on your mind, “I just don’t know how to tell him…” Suho could see the weight that was weighing down on your shoulders and how much pain it was causing you.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have said I love you back then, and maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” His voice made your eyes dart up to his with your brows furrowed, “Now, now, don’t make that face.” He added as he walked over towards you and straddled the bench you were sitting on, “I feel like I’m right, though. I said it first.”
“This relationship is a vast two-way street. We both felt the same way, so even if you didn’t say it, it was inevitable that I was going to say it, Suho.” With a sigh, you leaned forward for your head to fall onto his shoulder, “I don’t think this is a mistake… I think it was for the best for me to fall for you… the only mistake I made was not telling Kyungsoo sooner…”
“Well…” The weight of Suho’s hand smoothed over your hair as he rested his head against yours, “If you’re looking for ways to tell him, I suggest you do it the way you know best… write it like you did for the one you made for him when he left.” You knew he was referring to the song you just sang, but how could you even come close to explaining everything?
“You think it would leave a bad taste in his mouth?” You asked, unsure if it was a good idea.
“If you’re asking if he’s going to be upset, you already know the answer, Y/N, but you can either tell him, or we can cut this off… I just know that I couldn’t just go back to how we were.” Gentle lips pressed themselves to your temple as his arms wrapped around you, “You didn’t mean to fall out of love with him.” Suho’s statement caused something to click in your head as if the words of the song were already writing themselves behind your wild thoughts.
“You’re right.” Lifting your head, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I think I have an idea.”
“I knew you would.” He smiled, seeing the sparkle of inspiration flicker behind your dark eyes, “I’m going to head to bed, will you join me soon?” His heart fluttered at the slight smile you gave him with the nod of your head.
“Let me just get some of it down before it runs away from me, and I’ll be there before you can say ‘I love you,’ okay?” He slowly nodded and leaned into you, instinctively you closed your eyes, and he hovered over your lips as he took in your beauty.
“I love you…” He whispered against your lips as his grazed over yours. Suho had this way of making you want for him; it was too easy to give into him.
“I love you most.” A gentle kiss was pressed into your plushness before he pulled away and began to get up, the heat from his lips lingered on yours as you watched him walk out of the studio and now you were left in the same silence he found you in. Getting up, you wandered over to the bookcase that was in the corner and pulled out a black leather-bound notebook, one that was filled with all of your lyrics. Pulling the elastic band from the front, the leather cover popped open slightly, revealing ink stained pages filled to the brims with words of love and devotion. You put the elastic back over the cover and slid it back into its spot and pulled out a new one, one that can be ruined with words of heartbreak and deceit.
Hours had passed since Suho asked you to join him, but the cold space beside him kept him awake. Flipping over, his eyes caught the flashing five that appeared in the hour spot on the digital clock; it had been near midnight when he came to bed, and you still weren’t there with him. He got up from the mattress and padded his way out the bedroom and through the halls of the dorm until he approached the studio, which was still flooded with light, “Is she still awake..?” He whispered, peeking his head to see you asleep on the love seat, your fingers gripping a notebook and pen.
How did I know?
Stepping into the room, paper crunched under his feet; he was so drawn to you that he didn’t notice the multiple crumpled up pieces of paper that riddled the floor. Without thinking, he began to clean up the mess when he caught the words that were heavily creased into the parchment, them only piquing his interest in what you came up with. After throwing all the paper away, he made his way to you and slipped the notebook and pen from your hand to set them down at the end of the couch, “You’ll show me when you’re ready, right, Y/N?” He asked you, but there was no response to his question, just your steady breathing.
Five times, you tried five times to send your song to Kyungsoo, but your nerves got the best of you, and you never slipped it into the mail dropbox. It sat nestled inside your purse, awaiting its trip to the base, but your hands hesitated to pull it from its spot and drop it into the box.
“Y/N?” Your coworker’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you flicked your gaze up to his face, “It’s about time for your break.”
“Oh, thank you.” You slightly bowed and untied the knot in your apron strings as you made your way towards the door that led out to the cafe floor.
“Oh, hey, before you head out there, your fans are back again.” His added statement made you freeze at the door.
“Really?” You asked, and you could tell by his grunt that he wasn’t lying, “Okay, I’ll get rid of them.” You knew the fans he was talking about; you played your songs once in the shop, and you instantly became the idol of your workplace. All they ask for you is to play a song, and then they leave, so why not just do it?
“There she is!” A girl squealed as you came out of the kitchen. Instead of stopping, you made a beeline to the piano that sat in the corner of the shop and sat down at the bench.
Kyungsoo sat quietly at the table, lost in his thoughts as his squad members conversed around him. Sleep hadn’t been his friend the last couple of weeks as he had problems falling asleep; thoughts of home lingered longer than usual, and the image of your smile started to fade the longer he spent away from you. Even though he was in his world, he faded in and out of the conversations that were happening around him until a familiar voice brought him back, “Hey, Kyungsoo…” Xiumin hummed.
“What’s up?” He asked, and he watched him pull his phone from his pocket.
“Did you see that Y/N’s little fan group uploaded a new video of her?” Xiumin asked, and Kyungsoo cocked his head.
“Is that so?” The wavering in Xiumin’s eyes wasn’t telling him if it was a good or a bad thing, “What’s wrong?”
“I think you should listen to it…” Handing Kyungsoo his phone, Xiumin already had the video up on the screen, and Kyungsoo stared at the frozen picture of the back of your body sitting at the piano that was at your cafe. His thumb hovered over the play button for a second before letting it fall onto the screen. The deep, slow chords of the piano were different from what he was used to hearing from you, without hearing your words, he knew it was for him. The conversations that were going on around him stopped as soon as your voice flowed from the speaker, now all ears were on you. Kyungsoo listened carefully from the first verse; it was filled with hints of things that used to be yours—the crooked midnight smiles, picking of wildflowers on walks, the warmth of shared smiles, but the next part hit him.
“… but I didn’t mean to fall out of love with you…” He could hear the crack in your voice like you were forcing the words to come out, “No, I didn’t dream in a million years this is what I’d do…”
Was this your way of telling him that you were no longer his?
“If I could stay, you know I would… You never did nothin’ wrong…” It wasn’t loud, but he could hear you sniffle between the break in the chords, “You’re exactly who you always were… this is my fault…” The shake in voice told him that this song was for him, and it was the hardest one to perform, but it was the hardest one for him to listen to. He had no words, but he can’t say he wasn’t surprised. Months away from each other always creates a distance that can’t be overcome with a few texts and FaceTimes here and there. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t upset, but he understood where you were coming from. Pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and found your name in his messages. His fingers typed out a message, and before he could even think of erasing it, he sent it.
“I saw the video. I’m sorry, and I hope you’re okay. Hearing you cry as you sang that song was heartbreaking, but I understand. I hope for nothing but your happiness, and if it’s not being with me, I won’t make you stay. Don’t apologize for ‘falling out of love with me’ because there’s nothing to apologize for. I love you, but not enough to force you to stay. Stay healthy and stay safe. I’ll see you when I come home.”
Summary: (Y/N) - a very dedicated marketing general manager working hard through her dream.
Do Kyungsoo - a celebrity with his name shines throughout South Korea with multitalents.
When the ordinary meets the star, what will happen?
Notes: Week one in uni has been crazy, let’s see how the future goes... and here is the third part of With You, enjoy! :)
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Weeks passed by as your team approach the finalization week and the shooting itself scheduled a week after the finalization. The last meeting was rescheduled to the evening as your team was preparing everything and as the leader of the team, the commercial with Kyungsoo wasn’t the only project you had so your workload has been crazy too,
“I think this all should be good” Kyungsoo’s eyes were fixed into the papers given by you.
“Perfect, then we can shoot next week without any problem” you clapped your hands together with cheerful tone on your words, thinking this project will come out great. Kyungsoo managed to give you a smile in which you found amusing to notice his heart-shaped lips.
“Should we have a team dinner? My treat, you all have worked so hard for the past few weeks” Kyungsoo said, making everyone turned their heads into you, waiting for your reply as the decision maker.
“Well,” you glanced at everyone’s pouting face “There is no way to say no, I guess?” you said nervously, biting your bottom lip unconsciously. Everyone couldn’t hide their amusement, as they started to pack their belongings hurriedly.
It was a bbq restaurant near the office but with a special room given, it seemed like Kyungsoo has booked it previously. There were plates of beef, samgyeopsal, and sojus in the table, everyone was laughing even at a none funny joke.
“And then, he hit the glass door. Oh my god, you should have seen his face, never thought I’d be so happy to break up with him!” Soomi said while drinking her eight shot of soju.
“Of course, of course, our leader here, (Y/N) sunbae-nim, should get a man better than him too, I don’t even remember the last time you were in a relationship” you were surprised while Soomin threw her hand into your shoulder, knowing how drunk she’s. You were very embarrassed as Kyungsoo sat in front of you, giving you a smile. You tried to shake your thoughts off by drinking even more soju. Your head started to feel dizzy as you entered the third bottle “Yah, (Y/N) don’t drink too much. You are going to pass out if you do so.” Wonjun tried to take away the bottle from you. You instantly made the bottle closer into you, making a pout. He sighed and as minutes passed, his words started to come alive. You placed your head against the table, feeling extremely dizzy.
“(Y/N)” Kyungsoo tried to call your name and you gave him no response so he pocked your shoulder, you instantly shot your face up giving him the biggest grin he’d ever seen followed by a hiccup and passed out again.
“(Y/N) has zoned out, should we take her home? Poor baby” Yoora said as she was gently patting your head.
“I can do it. You guys can go home without any worries” Kyungsoo said, making everyone came back to their senses after drinking so much.
“I know her address, it’s ok” he gave assurance to everyone, as they nodded at him and helped Kyungsoo to take you into his passenger seat.
“Thank you so much for taking care of our team manager, Kyungsoo-ssi” Hageun, the intern said to Kyungsoo.
“My pleasure,” Kyungsoo said and he started the engine.
The car ride started so quite only then you started saying random stuff, it happened when you’re extremely tired.
“Yah, give me back my samgyeopsal, I’m so hungry” you murmured at your sleep, making Kyungsoo chuckled at your funny reaction. Kyungsoo was driving straight into your apartment and parked near the elevator. He knew something was off as he unbuckled his seat belt, as he knew your apartment’s number but not your passcode. He tried to wake you up in the nicest way, but you didn’t even flinch, he also checked if you’re breathing or not. He was debating whether he should bring you into his apartment or not, but since he had no choice, he drove off into his apartment.
As he arrived there, he was glancing around making sure that no one’s watching him bringing you into the elevator. He unlocked his apartment and placed you in the master bedroom and he would stay on the guest bedroom, he placed you slowly over the bed, taking your shoes off and pull the blanket to cover your body. “Hmm, since when my bed is this comfy?” you said with a smile spread through your face.
You blinked slowly and sat up with alcohol still rushing within your bloodstream, “Thank you” you kissed his cheek and went back into the bed.
Kyungsoo didn’t even move for probably 2 minutes just to process everything off, he stood up as he looked at you with a smile and turned off the lights.
“Good night, beautiful” he closed the door.
A/N: Is it getting hot here? or is it just me? Looking forward to see what happens next though! :))
Hey fren ;~; if requests are still open can i get #49 with Kyungsoo from EXO? If so you'd really be helpin' a sister out, omigoodess~ thank you so much, hun! <3
Hey girl! Kyungsoo and royal!aus are something I LIVE for, no matter what role he plays in them.
49.) You have recently been crowned as the new ruler of your country, and you’re throwing a masquerade ball to celebrate. With all of the guests in fancy outfits and masks, you are able to slip away from the crowds of people and take a stroll through the empty gardens, which is where you meet an assassin that’s been hired to kill you. Arriving at the ball in formal attire, they follow you out to the garden, saying that they want to make sure that you are feeling okay. They had planned on this being an easy beginner’s assignment – with the mask covering their face, they’re practically anonymous – but as you begin to open up about your apprehensions about taking the throne, they aren’t sure that they can go through with killing you.
Characters: Kyungsoo
Warnings: None
Word Count: 990 whoops
“This is a wonderful ball you have thrown, your highness! Congratulations on your coronation!” You thanked the Archduke and his wife for attending, then quietly excused yourself out to the gardens. The entire evening you had been approached by those of nobility, most congratulating you on your coronation or simply noting how breathtaking you looked. Despite wearing a masquerade mask, all the attendees knew you were the newly crowned queen of the country. Coming from a long line of royalty, you had a very regal vibe.
You took a seat on the edge of the stone fountain nestled in a sea of Stargazer Lillies. You laid your mask beside you, removed one of your gloves, and dipped your hand into the water, watching the ripples on the surface that your movements made. You were glad to finally have a moment of peace amongst the hustle and bustle of the ball. It seemed like you hadn’t had even one second to yourself in days—months even.
At the sound of footsteps approaching, you quickly rose to your feet to see who they were. A young man stepped out around one of the bushes. When he noticed you, he instantly began to bow, “So sorry to disturb you, your highness!” Once he finished bowing, he strolled over to the fountain and continued speaking, “I did not mean to scare you, your highness. I noticed you looked unwell and I took it upon myself to see if you were alright. I am Kyungsoo, it’s an honor to be in your presence.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Kyungsoo. Are you of nobility?”
“I am simply a gentleman, your highness.” He wore a mask, but you could still see his plump lips. He smiled at you, you noted that his lips seemed to be shaped like that of a heart. From what you could see, he was handsome, to say the least, you couldn’t believe that he did not belong to a royal family. “If I may ask, your highness, why did you come out here all alone? It could be dangerous for you.”
Unbeknownst to you, Kyungsoo had kept a close eye on you all night. After all, you were the one he had been assigned to kill. Still being a newbie, he assumed that this would be an easy mission for him especially after he found you by yourself in the gardens. With his mask concealing his identity, no one would be able to identify him after he finished the job.
“Honestly? I needed a moment to breathe. It felt as if I was starting to suffocate inside. As soon as I had the opportunity, I had to slip away.” You relaxed and took your seat, deciding that this man posed no threat to you.
“Ah, I see. It must be quite overwhelming having so many people approaching you and watching you.” He had now moved next to you, taking a seat on the edge of the fountain as well.
“You don’t even know the half of it. It’s extremely stressful, and it feels as if I cannot handle it.” Why you were opening up to this stranger about your inner thoughts, you didn’t know. You had many worries about taking the throne, all of which came crashing down on you thanks to the ball and you felt the need to vent.
“I may not be able to relate, but I can lend you my ear if need be.” He smiled again, that stunning heart-shaped smile that you had never seen before. Despite not being able to see his entire face, you knew he had to be devastatingly handsome. Something about him made you want to trust him, it made you want to speak to him.
“To keep it short, I’m not sure if I am fit to hold the throne. I want my reign to mean something. Innovation is something I believe we are in dire need of. The way things are run now are ways of the past, something new is needed to help this country. My grandfather always told me that a great ruler knew his people. I do believe he had to be the most loved ruler in centuries, everyone loved him. He was so generous, so kind, and he listened to the people. The end of his reign marked the end of the connection with the royal family and the people. That is one of the things I wish to change.” Your attention turned to the full moon overhead, “Tell me, Kyungsoo, how can you be a great ruler for your people when you do not even know their wants or needs?”
Kyungsoo had taken a step back while you had your back to him and now had his gun in his hand, his finger on the trigger ready to shoot. Your question caught him off guard, he hadn’t expected something like this from you. “You can’t, your highness.”
You let out a sad laugh, “That’s right, you can’t. I will change that, though. I will listen to my people, I will hear their wants and needs and I will do everything in my power to make it so they are happy. My decisions will have an impact on them, and I would like to see to it that my decisions have their best interest in mind.”
Kyungsoo’s hands were shaking and his aim faltered. He could feel a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead and he found himself unsure of what he should do. After hearing you express your wants to bring the royal family closer to the people, he questioned if he should really go through with killing you. In that moment, he saw you as a symbol of hope for the future of the country. He let his gun fall to his side and he hung his head in defeat.
“I think you will do amazing things for this country, your highness.”
