Summary: You visit a flower shop regularly and began crushing on the owner of the shop. But with bad timing, you find yourself eavesdropping on a conversation you should never have heard.
“Thank you for your patronage.” Kyungsoo says to his customer, watching her leave just as you walk in.
“Welcome.” He greets, though his voice and face are both emotionless, as always.
You smile at him, glancing around the flower shop and taking in the colors and scents. “How have you been?”
He tilts his head towards your voice, though he’s busy bundling a bouquet of flowers. “The same. Not a lot of people buy flowers these days.”
You chuckle, touching the petal of a blue rose gently. “That’s not true. Girls still love getting flowers.”
“Well I’m relieved to hear that.” He answers, setting the flowers aside for display. “Have you come to buy another bouquet?”
“Yes, the old ones wilted already.” You frown at the memory, heart dropping. “She still hasn’t woken up.”
“Your friend, right?” Kyungsoo asks. “You said she fainted at a bar and slipped into a coma?”
“Yeah.” You sigh. “No one knows what happened to her. It was a blind spot for the CCTVs and the guy who brought her in said he just found her like that.” You shrug, teeth sinking into your lip.
“Well she’s lucky she has a friend like you.” Kyungsoo says, offering a rare smile. “Have you decided which flowers you want? Maybe these?” He quickly plucks and arranges several types of pink and purple flowers, “They’d brighten up the room.”
“Sure.” You smile at him. “You’re the best.”
“Hey,” you greet your friend as you enter the hospital room. You can hear the machines beep, a steady rhythm of her heart. Every time you see her, you want to cry. How could this happen to such a sweet, kind girl? “How’ve you been? I brought new flowers.”
You exchange the new ones with the old ones, throwing them into the trash. You sit down by her bed, watching her sleep. It’s been a few weeks since she’s been like this, and you’re not sure she’ll ever wake up.
No. You shake your head to rid yourself of such negative thoughts. She’s strong. She’ll definitely wake up.
“I really wish you were here with me right now. You know? I met this really cute guy at the flower shop. I want to bring you there one day. It’s filled with so many beautiful flowers. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
You smile at the thought of going with her. You can almost imagine the look on her face when she sees the flowers.
The heart-rate machine speeds up to an alarming rate. You panic, calling her name. You press the emergency button, doctors and nurses rushing in to give her a check.
“Please step outside.” A nurse ushers you out.
“Will she be alright?” You ask frantically, watching through the transparent window to see the doctors giving her CPR.
“We’ll do what we can.” Is all she says.
It’s late. You’re exhausted.
You’ve cried yourself dry. Her family was contacted and came immediately, waiting with you for any news.
Her condition was eventually stabilized, but kept on close watch in case anything were to happen again.
“You should go home.” Her mom tells you, forcing out a smile through her tears. “You must be tired. I’m sorry we kept you so late.”
“No, it’s fine.” You answer, voice hoarse. “I was worried.”
They nod in understanding.
“Then I’ll come again.” You bow your head as you head off, getting into your car. You rest your forehead against the wheel, breathing out to calm yourself. Your heart hurts. She was such a close friend to you, and you don’t want anything to happen to her.
You’re scared she might not ever wake up...
You start your car, driving off. You don’t want to go home yet. You don’t want more silence.
You head to the only place you can think of.
The flower shop is dark, the closed sign hanging on the door.
You sigh, kicking the ground. Obviously it would be closed at this hour. You were stupid to come here.
You turn to leave when you hear muffled voices. You recognize one of them. It’s definitely Kyungsoo’s voice, though you can’t make out anything they’re saying.
You follow the voices to the back of the shop, where you can see a car parked, flowers sticking out the trunk. You can make out Kyungsoo and two other men in the dark.
“This is going to take forever.” One of them complains. “Smuggling a little bit of alcohol at a time within the flowers is going to take us years.”
“Well,” Kyungsoo starts, throwing more flowers onto the car. “We’re going to do it this way or not at all. We’re lucky we found the new supplier. If not, we would have never known how to make the Love Shot. They use flowers to make it, isn’t that nice? We can now make however much we want.”
“Well, yes.” The other man says. “But This much flowers only produces a small amount of alcohol. Bringing these flowers to and from is a hassle, don’t you agree? Especially when the police are hot on our heels.”
“I thought you threw them off, Kai.” Kyungsoo turns to the other man.
“I did.” He answers. “but not for long. They aren’t stupid. Even with Suho in the force, we can’t keep them off our trail forever. We have to move quicker.”
You let out an inaudible gasp at the information. Kyungsoo is…a criminal? No, that can’t be right! There’s must be some misunderstanding!
But regardless, you have to get out of here. If they were to find out you heard what they were talking about, you’re dead.
You tip toe away, heart hammering in your chest as their voices grow dimmer and dimmer. You stand in front of the flower shop again, breathing out a sigh of relief.
“What are you doing here?”
You jump at the voice, swirling around to find Kyungsoo eyeing you. Your heart leaps, your head buzzing as you try to form words. “I-I…” You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to control your shaking. It’s okay, just be honest. “I wanted to see you.”
He tilts his head at you. “Why? So late?”
“I…” Your eyes well up with tears as you remember what had happened only a few hours ago. Your world feels like it’s crumbling down, and you don’t know what to do. “My friend almost died just now and I was scared. I wanted to talk to someone.”
His eyes soften on you as he nods, leading you down the street. “Let’s take a walk and you can tell me about it.”
“I—” You shake your head rapidly, edging towards your car. “Actually, never mind. It was stupid of me to come here so late. I’m sorry for bothering you.” You get in quickly, not giving him a chance to answer.
You need to get away from him.
He scares you.
You haven’t been to the flower shop in a week already. You keep wondering if you should call the police, but you don’t have any evidence. And maybe, maybe you misunderstood what you heard.
Yes, that must be it. You must have misheard or misunderstood. Kyungsoo, the sweet and kind Kyungsoo would never be a criminal.
You bury yourself under the covers, wrapping it around yourself tightly. You want to forget what you heard. You wish you never went there. Wish you could keep seeing Kyungsoo and liking him.
There’s a knock at your door.
You frown, wondering who it is so late. You look out your peephole, finding Kyungsoo standing there.
You gasp, unable to believe it. You open the door, puzzled. “Kyungsoo? How…did you know where I live?”
His face is eerily blank. “You heard, didn’t you?”
Your heart stops. There’s a moment of thick silence before you force out a laugh. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He ignores you, pushing inside and slamming the door shut.
“W-What are you doing?” You demand, terrified now. Your phone is still in your room, so you can’t call the police. You’ll have to find a way to get to the door…
“You heard.” It wasn’t a question anymore. His eyes bore into yours, as if his eyes were piercing into your soul.
You shiver, stumbling back. “I-I don’t know what I heard. Please.”
Kyungsoo sighs, sitting down on your sofa. “That’s a pity. I did like you.”
“P-Please.” You beg, getting on your knees now. “Don’t hurt me. Please. I won’t tell anyone. I don’t even know anything! I just heard snippets, but nothing bad. I swear! Please don’t hurt me.”
He sighs again, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter how much you heard or what you heard. You heard. Period.”
He suddenly grabs you, pulling you up. You’re so scared as you tremble in his hold. You can’t tear your eyes off of his cold ones.
“You’re coming with me.” He says, pulling you out of your house. “I can’t let you off the hook.”
“No!” You scream, pulling against his strong hold. “No! Let me go!” Surely if you keep screaming like this, someone will hear and help you.
“Silly girl.” He coos. “No one will save you even if you scream like that.”
You’re sobbing now, begging him not to do this. He doesn’t listen, doesn’t care. You feel a prick in your neck and the world blurs.
“See you.” He whispers as the world falls black.
The ground is quaking. You open your eyes, finding it very dark. You can’t see a single thing.
Something smells nice.
You try to move, but find that you can’t. Your wrists and ankles are bound, and there’s a cloth over your mouth to silence you. You try to wiggle, kicking and find that you’re in a tightly closed space.
Oh no.
You feel claustrophobic, sick. The place you’re in is shaky and you’re thrown up at a rather large bump, hitting the ceiling. You groan in pain, unable to do anything.
You know where you are.
You’re in a car.
In the trunk.
This smell…you try to move a bit, hands grabbing around you until you come in contact with something. Rubbing it between your fingertips, realization dawns on you.
Flowers.
Flowers to make what they called the Love Shot.
You’re being sent away, and you may never return to see the light of day.
No one can hear you scream.
No one will save you.
In the darkness, you begin to sob.
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A/N: Only one more part to go! I’m excited to be finishing this series~ Thanks for reading! I’d love to hear from you!
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: I’m so sorry that it’s so short, I have so many things to catch up. Truly apologize! :( Anyway, thank you for reading and sorry for any mistakes made! :)
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The first day of shooting the commercial, you arrived earlier than Kyungsoo, for a while your mind drifted into the day you both spent together. Kyungsoo arrived a while later and brought everyone food for the day, he looked fine like any other days when you had meetings. He went to greet everyone in your team including you. He greeted everyone with an equal manner, for a second you thought that he would be different towards you. Who are you to expect such a thing from him? you thought to yourself. You focused yourself into the storyboard’s shoot for that day, and of course, everything went fine just every past work you had.
A week later
“You have worked so hard, we are very proud of you” Wonjun clapped his hands together followed by the others. “It’s all teamwork, I’m very proud of us actually!” you tried to sound cheerful at them, knowing that in this working environment you can’t let emotions drive you wherever it wants. You saw Kyungsoo was walking into your members after he finished with the production crews, “Thank you for your hard work” Kyungsoo bowed to every single one of the team which they also replied the same. Kyungsoo went away just like that, you were trying to remain as calm as possible even with so many questions in your head beaming endlessly.
You headed home after the shoot, thinking about how one week passed without him talking to you like he used to. You were left with so many emotions inside yet you won’t let it slip out of your face. For the past week, you found yourself observing Kyungsoo even more. One thing you knew for sure is that he’s adored by everyone on the set, you thought for a second maybe because he’s a celebrity but yet everyone seemed to be falling head over heels at him. The more your mind told you not to feel too much of him, you started to realize that you aren’t as important as you thought for him and that’s actually fine, it was your mistake after all, but for what? for believing? You drove the car faster into your home, feeling the need to roll yourself in the bed, to sleep the night away, to erase the thought of him.
Another week has passed, only two days remained for the shoot. As usual, Kyungsoo still didn’t talk to you at all but instead, he talked to everyone freely like they used to which made you feel a little jealous but quickly erased the thought away. You felt somehow physically and mentally tired, probably because you have worked extra for some of the revision for the concept. Half day of the shoot, you couldn’t hold yourself any longer so you excused yourself from everyone to go home. You didn’t even bother yourself to glance at Kyungsoo so you just took your bag and drove yourself back to your comfortable home.
Kyungsoo saw you walking out of the set, which made him sat up and approached your members. “Where is she going?” Kyungsoo asked, making everyone startled at his sudden presence. Hageun was the first to speak, “She said that she doesn’t feel well. There’s definitely something off with her.” he glanced at Kyungsoo. “She might have broken up with her boyfriend?” Soomi drew everyone’s attention including Kyungsoo to her. “Yah, she will say something if she has one. But I’m pretty sure it has something to do with some sort” Yoora narrowed her eyes while talking.
You felt your body melt into the bed, so soft you could stay here all day. You had some good hot chocolate and rest for a while. When the night came, your bell rang only to reveal Kyungsoo was standing in front of the door, making you flinch at the sight of him. You were sure enough that you look half dead already, you didn’t even bother to fix your hair when you saw him. “Why do you suddenly show up in front of my door after not talking to me for two weeks?” you said blankly at him, with a straight tone. Kyungsoo let out a big sigh, “I was going to-“ you cut him off immediately, feeling tired already from all of the emotions you have been holding for the past two weeks. “Kyungsoo, if you are looking for someone to play a game with, I’m not that person” with that you closed the door without even waiting for his reply. He was calling and pounding into your door for a while until one of your neighbors went out and told him to stop. He stopped after that, but somehow inside you feel disappointed? sad? hurt? though you didn’t know anymore where does your feeling stand. It all came and passed by like a wind.
Will it ever get away?
A/N: I promise next week’s chapter is going to be longer since I’ll have more day off next week! Thank you everyone! :)
Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 5819
Notes for Update: 40
Warnings: Mentions of murder, blood, injuries, needles, abuse, heavy angst, major character death.
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: I REGRET NOTHING
WARNING! HEAVY ANGST UP AHEAD!
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Kyungsoo pov
He carried you out of the car while you silently cried. You didn’t speak, and nobody dared to ask you. To ask you what Xiumin had told you that made you like this.
Chanyeol went first, and Kyungsoo sat you to your feet softly. He held onto you for support and let you slowly walk as your legs were finally working again. You were looking down, shallow breaths as you fisted the material of his shirt.
The door opened, revealing a silence so eerie nobody dared to enter. You let go of Kyungsoo, and with shaky breath walked on your own through the door. He followed you inside, looking at your reaction, following your gaze to the stairwell int he far back. The glass door was smeared with blood, bright red, dripping down. He wanted to ask, because you knew, who’s that was. But you answered him before he could. “Jongdae!”
You yelled, voice hoarse and broken, full of desperation. And you darted up the stairs, almost stumbling on your way. How were you this fast suddenly. He followed you up the stairs, catching you around the waist halfway down the hall. “Angel calm down.”
“No, NO!” you yelled, trashing against him. “Please let me go, let me go.” You begged, but he wasn’t going to let you go. “Jongdae!” He held onto you until you went limp, sobs wrecking through you frame.
Chanyeol and Sehun had followed them up the stairs, coming up besides them. They all stared at the trail of blood leading towards the hospital room. Dark red blood, still wet.
The door opened and everyone held their breath, Kyungsoo held you, close to his chest. Baekhyun came around, his grey hoodie stained dark. His eyes were wide, he was shaking, tears were streaming down his face. He looked at you, his bottom lip quivered.
“Baek?” you whimpered.
He opened his mouth, and Chanyeol was the first to move, catching his best friend before he collapsed. “Baekhyun?” he called, slapping his cheek. Sehun came up beside him, pressing his fingers to his neck.
“He’s okay, he fainted. My assumption is that the blood isn’t his. Let’s get him to his room.” Sehun looked at Kyungsoo. “Are you two going to be okay?”
Kyungsoo nodded, watching Chanyeol lift Baekhyun’s small frame as if it was nothing. “Go.”
Chanyeol nodded and carried him to his room, Sehun followed.
He wasn’t sure what to do, you were so silent then. You were just plainly staring ahead, at the trail of blood, at the door. “Ang?”
You shook your head, closing your eyes. You took his hands, removing them from your body. He watched you walk, almost stumble towards Jongdae’s room. He knew that was where you were heading.
Until the door opened and you stopped, not turning around. Xiumin came out, his white t-shirt drenched in blood, smears all over his face. His hands were completely stained orange, blood coating under his nails. “An-“
Before he could ever utter your name you lashed out, backhanding him across his face. He stood still, back towards Kyungsoo, and he watched him reach a hand up to his cheek.
“If he dies Minseok, so will you.” You said, voice dry, and you opened the door to Jongdae’s room, stepping inside.
The leader turned around. “There was nothing we could do. When they took over the screen they apparently infiltrated the security system. They entered, fired three shots, and left. Yixing and one of his associates are working on him now. I sent Suho out to check on his girlfriend and pick up Kai.”
Kyungsoo sighed. “You seem very calm under all this.”
“I never meant for this to happen.”
“But you’re glad it was him.”
The leader didn’t do anything but reply. “I will not deny that.”
Your pov
The moment the door closed behind you, you collapsed. The concrete floor bruised your knees but you couldn’t care. You covered your face with your hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Your chest was constricting in pain, pain for him. For Jongdae.
Minseok’s words were clear in your mind. “He told me to tell you that he loves you, and that you were his greatest adventure.” You cried until you couldn’t breathe, until your neck was wet and your nose was clogged. The room, it smelled like him, it felt like him. The curtains were opened, and you saw how dark it was outside. You crawled over the floor, concrete scratching against your bare feet. His bed, the drawer, it was locked.
“Jongdae.” You whispered, reaching for his sweater on the bed. The red one, the material brought a fresh set of tears to your eyes, and you let them fall. If he died, you would never forgive Minseok, ever. This, no. If Jongdae died you’d never be the same. Where would you start without him? The idea of loosing him like this, to the hands of the man who brought destruction upon your life.
You thought of Dae’s smile, his soft voice, the warmth of his embrace. Would you ever have those things again? You didn’t even get to hear his voice again, you didn’t get to say goodbye.
He knew you loved him right?
As if Yixing was going to save him, you knew he wouldn’t try his best. Yixing felt no different about Jongdae than he did about you. And it pained you. All the blood, he had no chance.
You fiddled with the bedside drawer, pulling out a pair of lockpicks. But your hands were too shaky, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get it open. You couldn’t even get one damn pin in place. You screamed, rattling the drawer, slamming your fist against the wood.
The door opened. “Angel stop, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Kyungsoo knelt down beside you and pulled you to his chest. You cried, you sobbed into his chest. He rang his fingers through your hair, trying to calm you down to no avail. The tears and sobs and the pain wouldn’t stop.
Behind the dark of your eyelid you saw him, cold, pale, still. Dead. No smile on his lips, but the curl that was only his. Dark eyelashes peacefully over his cheekbones of which you knew the curve. But there was blood, so much blood, everywhere. On his arms, his cheek, his chest. He was drenched in it. You screamed, wailed almost.
Kyungsoo was silent, he just rocked you from side to side. He was warm and you clung to him like life depended on it. But he couldn’t soothe your ache. Right now all you wanted was to see Jongdae’s cheshire smile and his crinkly eyes. You wanted to just hear his voice, saying it’s okay.
“Angel it’s going to be okay,” Kyungsoo whispered against your hair, and you shook your head violently. “Angel, shh, Angel.” You pressed your eyes closed tightly, willing the images from your mind. You wanted to go away, make it all go away.
Everything was spinning, even in the dark. You felt Kyungsoo, his rapid heartbeat, his hands on you, his breathing against your hair. It was the one thing keeping you grounded right now, along with the fabric of the sweater clutched in your fists. It was hard to breathe, and you felt your eyelashes stick to your skin. You were trembling, fear skyrocketing through your body like a bullet through glass. And you knew, you wouldn’t be okay until you saw him smile.
“Angel, please stop crying, it’s going to be alright. Lay’s working on him with someone. You know he can fix him up just fine.”
You shook your head again.
“Angel?”
“No.” You whimpered.
“What no?”
“No, he-he won’t.”
Kyungsoo took a deep breath and you felt him distance himself from you, and you wanted to reach out but felt his hands on your cheeks. “Angel open your eyes.”
His voice was so soft, his touch so tender. You slowly opened your eyes, water lining your vision. “Soo.”
“I’m here, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Lay will make sure he’s okay.”
“No, he won’t.” You whispered as Kyungsoo wiped away your tears with his sleeve. “He-he s-said he won’t.” You couldn’t keep your voice straight, couldn’t stop the tears from coming, couldn’t stop the pain. Jongdae. Everything, it was falling apart. You needed him, so bad. The idea of loosing him, something you’d never allowed yourself to think. You closed your eyes again, and curled up into a ball on Kyungsoo’s lap. The drawer was still closed, lockpicks on the floor, discarded. “I can’t loose him Kyungsoo.”
“I know Angel.” He brushed your hair away from your face. “What was in that drawer that you wanted?”
You wanted to say it, but the words got stuck in your throat. The image of it made everything worse, but you wanted it. Whether he was going to wake up or not, you knew he’d want it.
The door opened, but you didn’t look up, you just softly cried into Kyungsoo’s thigh. “Angel.” That voice.
You sat up, feeling his warm hand reach out for your shoulder. Jongin looked at you with tears in his warm brown eyes. “Jongin.”
He shook his head, giving you a soft smile. “Is there anything I can do?”
You frowned, nervously licking your lips. Then you pointed at the drawer.
“Okay.” Jongin nodded. You looked at him, as he hunched over by the drawer and set his skilled hands to work. Inserting the lockpicks and twisting them, until the lock gave and the drawer sprung open.
Neither of the men with you moved to look inside, and you just stared at it for a while. You stared at it with tears in your eyes until Jongin stood up and left. Kyungsoo’s hand found your where it laid in your lap on top of the sweater. “Angel, he’ll pull through.”
“He won’t.” You whispered. There was something inside your chest, that said he wouldn’t. That knew the moment Lay would step out of that room he’d be gone. He’d be cold and pale and you wouldn’t be able to feel his warmth again. Everything you’d come to know as home would crumble beneath your feet. Images on Minho flashed through your mind, his pearly white smile, his sharp jawline, dotted with blood, his strong hands covered in bruises. The grin on his lips, the snarl in his teeth. The crack of your bones, the smell of your blood. The smell of his blood, Jongdae’s. The sound of your tears, Minho’s dark chuckle, Jongdae’s bright laughter. Everything was mixing in your head, and you fisted your hands in your hair.
“Y/n, please.” Kyungsoo begged, and you shook off his touch. You know how that must’ve felt to him, but right now that was in a dark corner of your mind. The drawer was open, and you reached inside. You passed the shape of a shirt, the cold touch of a pocket watch, the leather of a notebook. And then something soft, something round. You cried, fingers grasping the object and pulling it out. You looked at it, the dark green dinosaur plushy looking back at you with bead eyes.
The day you’d given this to him, almost a year after you’d first met him, on his birthday. He’d said it was stupid, and laughed lowly, but you knew he loved it. It was something between the two of you, he’d never showed it to anyone. The idea was what counted. You’d caught him looking, on the way home, running his fingers over the soft material. It’d sat in his lap the whole ride, and he’d taken it home. He’ d given it to you when you needed it. You pet it’s head, plucking at the scales on it’s back. “Kyungsoo.”
“Yes Angel.”
You looked at him, you saw the hurt in his eyes. “You know I’d cry for you too right?”
His eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
“I-I know what this looks l-like. I r-really do. But I j-just…I can’t help it. If I loose him.” You cried, trying to get your breathing back under control. “I don’t want to loose you either. Please be-believe me?”
He frowned, and moved over to you, pulling you back into a hug. You pressed your face against his neck, arms around his shoulders with the plushy pressed against his back. “Angel.” He breathed. “I believe you. I know what he means to you, I don’t want to see you loose him either. I don’t want to see what it’d do to you.” He cupped the back of your head, holding you as close as possible. “But whatever happens, I’ll be here. Okay?”
“You promise?”
“I promise Angel. I promise.”
You nodded, letting him hold you until your breathing evened out a bit again. It took a while, but he was patient with you, just holding you on the floor in the middle of the room. It was getting cold, the night was almost ending. Soon it would be morning, soon. You detached yourself from Kyungsoo, looking at the sweater on the floor.
“You can put that on if you want to.”
For a second you wondered, if he really understood, if he really was okay with this. With you and Jongdae, with everything you were and would never be. But you pulled the sweater over the shirt you were wearing, not caring if it was uncomfortable. Kyungsoo took your hand, the one that wasn’t holding the little dinosaur, and gently pulled you up. “Come.”
You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you let him lead you outside on shaky legs. “Soo?”
“Come on, let’s just, wait here.” He pulled you to sit down by the door, where you’d found Minseok the night Junmyeon got stabbed. It was so silent everywhere now, all the doors were closed, but there was light streaming from the door to the hospital room. You slid down the wall, sitting down cross legged with the plushy in your lap.
Kyungsoo wrapped an arm around you, kissing your temple. “Minseok told me that the-“
“Broke into the security when they hacked the screen, they entered through the front door after You, Yeol and Sehun left. Fired shots and left immediately, no trace.” You said flatly.
“How did you k-“
“Know? I know him.”
He frowned, looking at you with concern. You adverted your gaze, finding the drying trail of blood. There was something, glistening in by the stairwell. With shaky legs you got up and walked towards it. Was it? When you reached it, feet having carefully avoided the drops of blood, you knelt down. It was his ring, his father’s ring. It was covered in blood, it must’ve slid of his finger, since it had always been a little too big.
This ring, the one that was always encased on his the ring finger of his right hand. You knew the feel of it, against your skin, catching on your hair. Everything right now reminded you of him, every single thing. The warehouse, his sweater, the plushy. If he was gone that would be all what is left. Two pieces of cloth and an empty home. Happy memories and sad longing. You knew what would happen. Minseok would go into his room with Junmyeon, box everything up and throw it away if you didn’t talk to them about it. It’s how it went.
You touched his door on the way back to Kyungsoo, who stared at you with curiosity. “It’s his ring.” You mumbled. Then you stopped dead in your track. You felt something cold and went underneath you feet. And you didn’t dare look down. Your stomach twisted and you clasped a hand over your mouth.
“Angel.” Kyungsoo said.
You shook your head. “There’s so much of it.”
He got up, leaving the plushy by the door and coming over to wrap you in his arms. You broke out in sobs against his chest. He rubbed a hand up and down your back again. Your chest constricted, and you just though of his soft voice, the way he smelled. But everything seemed clogged and nothing worked. Everything seemed to enhance that empty feeling in your chest.
Jongdae, your best friend, your everything, was in that room, he was on the brink of death. And you’d broken your promise to him. Your promise to stay with him and be there when he died. You knew how afraid he was, the he didn’t want to be alone. You’d promised him that no matter what you wouldn’t let that happen.
You closed your eyes again, and willed yourself to stop crying, to let that little sliver of hope enter your heart. Hope that he’d be fine and that Lay had a change of heart. That some miracle would happen and he’d be safe with you again. That you could just tell him you loved him, even if that was it. Just that. You wanted to tell him you were going to miss him, but that it was okay and that you were there. You wanted to hold his hand, to hold him, just to let him know he wasn’t alone. You didn’t want him to be alone. He didn’t deserve to be alone.
“I don’t want him to be alone Kyungsoo.” You whispered against his neck.
“Angel…”
“He’s afraid, I can’t let him down.” Your breathing was choppy as you spoke. “He’s so scared of dying alone, I promised him.”
Kyungsoo didn’t answer you, he probably didn’t even know what to say. But he held you, he didn’t go, and that was most important. You were sure that if he’d let you go right now you’d crumble to a mess on the floor. “Listen to me Angel.” Kyungsoo said. “I can’t promise that you’ll get him back, and for that I’m so sorry. All I can give you is myself, and I don’t know if that is enough for you, because it’s him. And I know I can never replace him. He is your everything, and I understand, but please don’t push me away.”
You shook your head. “Kyungsoo I love you.”
He stilled in your embrace, and then pulled away. Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest. Did you overstep? Shouldn’t you have said that? He looked at you with wide eyes, searching your face that was probably red and puffy. Kyungsoo plucked away a strand of hair that was stuck to your cheek.
“Soo?”
“Hmm.”
“I mean it.” You whispered. “I know how it might s-sound coming from me right now. Bu-but I need you to know.” So you leant your forehead against his, closing your eyes, breathing him in. “You don’t h-have to reply to it, you don’t have to say it back. It’s okay.”
He pressed his lips to yours, softly, tenderly. It was a barely there kiss that made your cheeks flush even now. His breath was warm against your skin, his hands on your waist. “Angel? Why did you send me away earlier?”
You sighed, letting go of his and pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. You pressed until you saw little lights and it hurt. “I…It’s a long story.” When you opened your eyes your vision swayed and you couldn’t really look at him. With wobbly legs you moved to the door, and sat down by the plushy in the middle of the hallway, putting it in your lap and feeling comfort in tracing it’s scales. “There was a boy, his name was ZiTao, but I just called him Tao. He uhmm..used to work with me, as my apprentice. I picked him up off the streets somewhere in the middle of a snowstorm, and sooner or later he got into contact with the gang here. He clicked well with them, and he knew a lot of people around town. Especially in the drug trading scene, he wasn’t an addict though.” You took a deep breath, trying to will away the tears that came about at the thought of your lost friend. “He…That guy.” You swallowed thickly and a tear rolled down your cheek. Kyungsoo sat down in front of you against the wall, cupped his hands over yours on the dinosaur. Reassuring you in the kindest way possible. “He, is my ex-boyfriend.”
Kyungsoo’s eyebrows shot up, eyes widening beyond proportion. His fingers circled around your wrist, looking down where he now knew to find the barely visible scars. “Angel, please don’t tell m-“
“I wish I could. But…some stuff happened and I-i rlly don’t want to go into it right now. So please don’t make me. But Tao, he wa-was like a little brother to me.” You hiccuped, and cleared your throat. “He was only trying to protect me, and…I just stood there. I kne-ew that I had to do s-something. I did, and I couldn’t.” You shook your head, doubling over in pain. Sobbing, letting Kyungsoo press his lips to your forehead and rub circles on the back of your neck with his thumb. “He shot him, point blank.”
Kyungsoo pulled closer, letting you rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Angel, that wasn’t your fault.”
“It was.”
“An-“
“No, listen…I…there’s more behind it.” You mumbled against the soft fabric of his sweater.
He shushed you. “You don’t have to tell me right now.”
“I…i came down and I saw him, and I saw you and I…I couldn’t let that happen again. Kyungsoo, if he finds out about you, I don’t know what he’ll do.”
There was a sudden sound beside you, and your breath hitched. The doors opened, you recognised the sound, and it was like all the air was sucked out of your lungs. “Soo.” You whimpered, eyes staring dead ahead. He looked up for you, towards the door. For a second he frowned and you head the sound of shoes and wheels, like a bed was being rolled out. You clasped a hand in front of your mouth. “I don’t- I..”
Kyungsoo shook his head and cupped your cheeks in his hands again. “Look at me okay?” You nodded, tears blurring your vision. He looked up again for a second, and you saw a pair of shoes next to you. They were Lay’s, and they were dotted with dried blood. Kyungsoo turned your face back up.
“He’s alive, but we put him under. The next few nights will be critical.” His voice was flat and your breathing was picking up together with your heart. “We’re moving him to the guest room.” There was something in Lay’s voice that sent a shiver up your spine and forced you to close your eyes.
There were more footsteps, the sound of the bed so close it made bile rise up in your throat. “Soo.”
“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” You knew he could see him, you knew he was right behind you. But you didn’t want to see him like that, cold, pale, silent. Kyungsoo’s hands were warm, and you clutched the plushy to tight you might’ve torn off a scale. “He made it Ang, that’s what counts.”
“Please, it’s not his face right?” you whimpered. “Please tell me he looks okay.”
Kyungsoo clicked his tongue. “He looks tired.”
You whimpered, doubling over again and pressing your face into the soft material of the little bundle in your lap. Everything around you seemed stagnant, but the sound of feet and the wheels. Your chest felt vacant and full at the same time, like it tightened up and swallowed your pain whole to hold it there.
Jongdae, he had to be okay. He wouldn’t leave you would he? You couldn’t let him go like that. As much as you didn’t want to see him, you had to go, to hold his hand and tell him everything was okay. To whisper a maybe last I love you even though he couldn’t hear it. Some people said that others could hear you when they were unconscious right?
“You know.” Lay’s voice sounded again, after the door closed. “It’s what you deserve.”
You tensed up, and Kyungsoo did too, and you were surprised he didn’t get up right then and there to push Lay over the edge of the rail. But you felt that he wanted to. His muscles flexed and his breath stopped for a second until Lay calmly walked away without saying another word.
“Soo.”
“Shh.”
“I…”
“You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.” You opened your eyes to find him looking at you with eyes so soft you almost looked away. “If you want me to go with you, I will. If you don’t, I’ll let you go alone.”
You thought about it, and you knew you had to go, because you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t. Even if it was going to break you. You had to go for him, to be there with him like you’d promised.
“You’re really a bit like a guardian angel aren’t you? Promise me you won’t leave me? I don’t want to die alone.” His voice had made such a clear imprint on your mind that day that it was like you were actually hearing him. No, you had to be strong for him.
So you stood up, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your sweater. Kyungsoo followed you, hand on your back, softly guiding you to his door. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not.” You whispered, reaching for the door handle, clutching onto it like it was your life line. The metal was cold against your hand, and you took a deep breath in before you pushed the handle down. You briefly wondered whether you had any more tears left for the day. But you almost fell through to your knees as soon as you saw him.
He was hooked up to two IV’s and a heart monitor. There was an oxygen supply going to his nose, and he laid still on the left side of the bed. But the part that really made you want to turn back and close your eyes was the stitches in his face. “Soo.” They ran over the side of his cheekbone, a straight line with black little knots, and there was a bandage over his ear.
Kyungsoo’s breath hitched as he saw it. “Angel, I didn’t know, I couldn’t see.”
You took a hesitant step towards the almost lifeless body of your friend, Kyungsoo remained in the doorway. He was breathing, slowly, you saw his chest move up and down rhythmically, his lips were slightly parted. But he was so so pale, there were dark circles under his eyes where his eyelashes fanned out over his skin. You opened your mouth to say something, maybe his name. Anything, but nothing came out but a soft cry.
The bed dipped under your weight, and it was almost like you were scared to wake him up. Like any moment the could open his eyes and look and you and smile. But you knew he wouldn’t. The heart-monitor beeped softly in the silent room, and to you it felt like the blearing of an alarm bell. It shouldn’t, because you knew it meant he was alive, but it hurt. The sound, of his heartbeat, wasn’t supposed to feel like that. It used to calm you, keep you grounded, and now it was like it was tearing everything up at the seams.
You reached out for him, brushed your fingers over his skin just underneath the stitches, the normally warm skin of his cheek. He was cold to the touch and you wished there was something you could do about it. You brushed your fingers through his hair that was matted with blood on one side, it made you sick. The smell of blood and hospital was foul in the air and you just wished it would go away. You wanted everything to go away.
Kyungsoo’s arms wrapped around you from behind and that’s when you knew you were crying again, feeling how you trembled. He placed the dinosaur in your lap, you must’ve dropped it, and kissed your shoulder. “You’ll get him back Angel.”
“What if I don’t?” you stuttered
“Angel.”
“No, listen. Kyungsoo, you can’t leave me. Please, promise me. Don’t go. If I loose him…please don’t leave me. I can’t loose either of you, but both-” Your crying stopped you in your sentences and you leant back against him.
He kissed the corner of your jaw. “I’ll be here Ang, no matter what. I won’t leave you.”
“Promise.”
“Promise.” He whispered.
You looked at Jongdae again, and took a shaky breath. “I want to be alone with him for a bit.”
He nodded, and let you go, stepping away from the bed and leaving without another word. He left you alone with him, and you just looked for a second. Eyes ghosting over the shape of his body underneath the blankets. Where had they shot him, you wondered. Lay hadn’t mentioned it. You then noticed that he wasn’t actually wearing a shirt, shoulders bare like his arms.
So you pulled back the covers slowly, revealing layers of pure white bandage all around his chest. It was strapped tight but you could see pieces of gauze slipping from under the edges and bunching under the white material. One patch by his hipbone, the other near his armpit. That one, was mere inches from his heart, and you almost brushed your fingers over it, in the end placing them over his heart. To ensure yourself, that the machine wasn’t lying to you.
It was right there, under your palm, the sign that you hadn’t lost him. His chest was warm, firm under your touch, and his heartbeat was faint but steady. You decided to grant yourself that hope, and grabbed onto it and stored it safely, where nobody could touch it, not even him. Jongdae and you were easy, like breathing, you had always been. Even when you were on the verge suffocating. Nothing would ever make you change your mind on him. And even if you lost him now, if there was no last goodbye, no last I love you, you’d still never be able to replace him. He’s a piece of you.
You touched his cheek again, hoping he would warm up soon. His lips were slightly blueish, probably from the blood loss, and you looked at the bandage on the side of his head. Had he been scraped by a bullet? Had he escaped death that nearly? Twice? By his head and by his heart?
He’d scar probably, bullet wounds never closed prettily, and neither do scrape wounds. You had many of those, they turned into ugly red likes because of how far open they could tear the skin. They bled worse than actual bullet holes.
“Jongdae.” You whispered, stroking his cheek, gently avoiding the stitches. “I’m here.” Was all you could muster to say without breaking out in tears, but your throat tightened, your heart constricted. His hand was laying beside where you sat, and you took it, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand where his skin was a bit rougher. You placed it on top of the little green dinosaur, holding it in place with your own, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t be scared please.” You whispered to him.
You weren’t sure what to do, so you just laid down next to him, not letting go of his hand. You willed your eyes to stay open, so you could make sure he was okay. So you could be sure nothing would happen to him while you were asleep. But your body was tired of the grief and pain you were feeling. And having him next to you, made you feel sleepy. You placed your other hand on his stomach over the blankets, just where you still felt it rise and sink with every breath.
“Jongdae, I love you.” You mumbled, pressing your nose against the bare skin of his shoulder. “You know that right? Promise me you wont forget. I will always love you.” You cried softly, willing yourself to speak. “Please don’t go? I don’t want to loose you, not like this. Not because of him, not because of me. And especially not at all.” You wiped away the tears. “I don’t want to, no I can’t, do this without you. I need you. Please. Don’t leave me alone.” Your hand tightened on his, hoping that maybe he’d feel that. Feel that you were there with him. “I…love you, and I’m sorry. I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you get what you want, what’s waiting for you on the other side of the fence. You don’t believe it, but it’s there, just out of reach. Don’t give up yet okay?” Your nose was clogged and your voice sounded so wrecked. “I love you.”
You let yourself cry softly, tears soaking the pillow, smearing the white fabric with residue’s of makeup that were left on your skin. Somewhere, between the feeling of his breaths under your hand, and the sound of the beeping monitor, you fell asleep. Close to him, close to home.
Jongdae’s pov
He woke up to a feeling of intense pain in his whole body. It was like his skin was on fire, like there was a huge weight on his chest, crushing his ribs. He could barely move, or open his eyes at all. Everything was vague, hazy, faint. His throat was dry, parched, and he couldn’t swallow. Breaths were shallow, and the air felt like it burnt his lungs.
With all his might he tried to sense where he was. Was this heaven? Was it over?
There was, maybe a bed, a blanket over his skin, but something heavier, something small. Both is hands were oddly restricted, and for a second he was afraid. Until he noticed, it was you. You were there, close, he could smell you. He tightly closed his eyes, focusing on that, on you. And he found your hand in his, atop of something soft. He couldn’t place it, but your hands, he’d know them anywhere.
He wanted to squeeze your hand, to find you closer and hold you against him. To know you were safe and sound, that he hadn’t hurt you. But his chest constricted in pain, something searing hot that seemed to fill up his lungs with fluid. Something that made his toes curl in an unpleasant way, his whole body tensed up and he opened his mouth to say what might’ve been your name.
But everything faded into a heavy darkness too quickly, the last sound he heard a long steady beep.
A/n: please let me know what you thought guys! i've been waiting to post this part for so long wow.
“You love me, right?” He looked confused at her question.
“Of course I do.” There was a tinge of fear in his eyes, fear that in the months he was gone, her feelings might have waned, even though the events seconds before should have proved otherwise. She leaned her head in and kissed her way from his cheek to his ear.
“How much do you love me?” she whispered.
“With everything I have, and everything that I will ever have. I’m entirely yours,” he replied, breathless from their kiss and her lips on his ear.
“Good, because I decided to give myself to you a long time ago.” She leaned back a little to look at his eyes. With a smile, she glanced down at his lips and kissed him again.
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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! :))
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: New chapter is up! I hope everyone likes the plot and stuffs. Thank you for reading and sorry of any mistakes made!
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You threw yourself into the bed and groaned, you didn’t feel like getting up, it was around 9 pm when you arrived home. Your phone buzzed, you took a look, “Hello, it’s me Kyungsoo, this is my phone number” it was a text message. Your eyebrow raised slightly, it’s a very rare occasion for someone to use text message rather than any other messaging application. You saved his phone number thinking how will the project work out. “Noted. Thanks” you replied to him. You threw your phone into your side and took a warm shower that night.
Friday finally came up, your team meeting was scheduled at 9 am. The rain was heavily pouring that morning, making you the only person in the meeting room. The door was opened only to reveal Kyungsoo in a denim jacket with matching jeans.
“Good morning, (Y/N)-ssi” he greeted you first.
“Good morning, please just (Y/N) it’s fine” you didn’t like any barrier in between people you worked with unless it’s your boss.
“So I have some suggestions about the draft” he started to mention about which beach is better for the shoot, the lesser tourists it has the better, thinking about the crowd he might gather and also to make the shoot smoother. You were pretty much convinced of most of his ideas, you slightly argued with him sometimes, but he made everything so calm and peaceful.
“Oh my god, We are so sorry. The subway electricity went down because of the heavy rain” every single one of your team came at the same time.
“At that moment, I thought I was going to be fired. And then I met everyone downstairs, soaking wet” Hageun, the intern said.
“You know (Y/N) is very kind and forgivable. Right (Y/N)?” Wonjun pouted at you.
“Ah, Kyungsoo-ssi. Good morning we are very sorry” everyone bowed down instinctively at Kyungsoo.
“It’s ok. The rain is pouring hard anyway. We haven’t talked much so let’s start again, shall we?” He flashed a smile at your team.
”Wah. I really wish I have a car today first time in forever” Soomi said.
”You should have asked me to pick up all of you. I can do that you know” you shrugged and giving them a playful smile.
”Ohh the best team leader” Wonjung teased you. The meeting went mostly great, it lasted for another hour. The only thing that caught your eyes for a few times was how many times Kyungsoo’s eyes met yours. You were relieved that the first meeting is over.
”I think he is nicer than any other celebrity we have worked with before. Don’t you think so (Y/N)?” Soomi said while walking back into the office.
”I think so too. He is very good with words though we need to stay alert. We still don’t know him entirely” you sounded rather more suspicious than excited about him.
”Is it because he was continuously looking at you?” Yoora said while poking your arms with a teasing smile crossed her face.
You narrowed your eyes ”are you trying to miss the bbq party, Yoora?”
She gave you a nervous laugh ”I’m just kidding. I love you so much you know that?” she started hugging you.
”I love you more. Let’s continue our work, shall we?” As you all walked in into your workspace.
Everything was nice until one day your mother came to your apartment early in the morning to borrow your car. You let her be since she was going to visit some relatives she hasn’t seen for years, so you took the subway that day. The meeting was scheduled around 4 pm since Kyungsoo’s schedule was very tight on that day. It was focused on social media’s placement and search engine optimization. The heavy rain started to pour that evening, harder than usual.
”We will take a leave now!” Wonjun and Yoora said cheerfully.
”Ah, we also have a family gathering. I just remembered right, Hageun?” Soomi said nudging at Hageun who’s her cousin.
”Oh my God! Isn’t it like 30 more minutes? We have to hurry!” Hageun started to panic as usual.
”Are you both siblings?” Kyungsoo suddenly asked.
”Ah, she is my cousin, the noisy one,” Hageun said casually, making Soomi pinched him and he mouthed ow.
”We’ll leave now too,” Soomi said, practically dragging Hageun away. You waved them goodbye.
”Aren’t you going to leave too?” you said while packing your belonging.
”I’m fine. We can leave together” his words weirdly brought you a shock.
”I mean like downstairs, elevator?” he rubbed his back head. You nodded at him and headed into the elevator together. He pressed B1 and you pressed ground floor.
”You always bring a car, don’t you?” Kyungsoo suddenly asked and you were questioning how can he knows that.
”Oh, I heard from the meeting a couple of weeks ago?” you were sure at that moment he could hear your brain speaking so loud.
”I do, but this morning my mom borrowed my car so I took subway here this morning” you answered.
”I can drop you off” simple words, yet made you so surprised that you couldn’t hide it.
”It’s still heavily pouring outside” he made an unnecessary explanation that you already knew which brought yourself to let a small giggle.
”I’ll take that as a yes” he smiled at you and you nodded back at him.
You walked into his car silently, ”You aren’t usually this quiet?” he asked and made you turn around to face him.
”Maybe I really don’t know anything about you much so I don’t know what to say,” you said bluntly.
”Does that mean we have to know each other better?” he raised his left eyebrow at you, you realized that your words came out wrong.
”OH! I didn’t mean that! I mean like uh-” you tried to come up with a better word.
”That’s okay. I’d like to know you better too” he said while starting the engine, making you cough in surprise.
you talked with him the entire car ride, he had very wide knowledge in almost everything making you laugh a few times.
That night after he dropped you off, many things wondered around your head. Your work, your weekend list, but mostly him.
A/N: I’m trying to keep everything at a normal pace as possible. Fun fact, since I’m majoring in economics, I did get learn some marketing stuff for one semester!
Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 3534
Notes for Update: 40
Warnings: Bombs, bondage (not the kinky type), threatening, manipualtion, dark hints, sedatives
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: Anothter super short and boring part, i'm rlly so sorry guys. But yeah idk this is happening...I hope you still enjoy it!
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Your pov
You stood there, unmoving, unbreathing, nothing came from you. It was like your body had completely frozen. He moved, stepping forward. You wanted to move away, to run, to bolt, but you couldn’t. There was no way, you were too afraid. His hand raised, and he reached out for your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the impact.
It never came, instead came a graze, soft fingertips over your cheekbones. “My beautiful little fawn. How have you been?”
You opened your eyes, and he was close, too close. The smell of his cologne making nausea rise in your stomach, and you swallowed the bile.
“Sweetheart you can speak, don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said.
“I’m…good.”
“That makes me so happy.” He smiled, showing pearly white teeth. “Now, where is that boy of yours. Jongdae was his name?”
Your fear spiked, and you gasped, suddenly moving backwards with a large step. Trying to run, too fast, uncoordinated, you collided with the corner of the table. You screamed in pain, toppling to the floor. Your hand came to cradle your hip, where the pain radiated now. The floor seemed to slip beneath your feet as you tried to get up. Nothing worked, everything was spinning and a sob broke past the barrier of your lips. Tears ran down your cheeks, as you cried. “Please.”
His hand came around your arm, and you tried to move away from it, but you couldn’t. This fear was paralysing, all you could do was lay at his mercy. He pulled you up, grip bruising into your skin, imprinting it with his mark. Your breaths came in short puffs out of your nose. Somehow he set you on the table, wiping everything onto the floor to make room for you.
He took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. “Open your eyes.” He growled, voice suddenly menacing, sending shocks of fear down your spine with each syllable. “Do not, make me repeat myself.”
You forced your eyes open, looking at him. His eyes, his dark and empty eyes, gazing into yours.
“Now, tell me, does your little boy still take care of you?” He moved his lips down to your ear. “Does he still soothe your cries better than I could?” His voice was a rumble, so deep and dark another sob passed your lips at it.
“Please.” You begged, for anything, everything, and nothing at all.
“Answer me.” His hand fisted into your hair and pulled your head back, baring your throat to him. But you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t answer him. Not Jongdae, please let it not be Jongdae. Not your Jongdae. “Y/n, you are playing a dangerous game here.”
Images of Jongdae’s soft smile passed your mind, the feeling of his hand in yours, fingers slipping into place. His voice, soothing you, arms around your shoulders holding you close. No, not him, he cannot have him. “Fuck you.” You spat, fingers reaching out for anything solid you could find and slamming it against his temple.
When he let you go, stepping away to touch his head, you bolted, running for the door with pain shooting up your hip. You heard the sound, a soft swish, and felt a stabbing pain at your leg. It gave out underneath you, and you fell against the door, so close to safety. You looked down, to find a small dart sticking out of your thigh. Slowly, things started to get number, and number.
You vaguely saw Minho closing in, kneeling down in front of you. He ran the back of his hand across your cheek. “I guess I will have to find out myself.” It was the last thing you heard coming from his mouth before you slipped into complete darkness.
***
Jongdae’s pov
He was sitting in the living room, changing channels on the tv. Xiumin was in the chair, reading a file. “Can you settle on something?” he grumbled.
Kyungsoo walked in, a deep frown on his face, as Jongdae settled on some random cop show. “Hey.”
“Hi.” He answered. “You okay?”
Kyungsoo nodded, so Jongdae didn’t think to much of the brooding state of his face. He took place beside him, leaning his head on the backrest.
He got absorbed in the series, intently staring at a chasing scene in the streets of Chicago, or maybe it was Boston. When suddenly, the screen changed.
Xiumin looked up at the sound of the static on the screen. And the alarms sounded, from Baekhyun’s room. “What the fuck?”
The screen changed again, and Jongdae couldn’t take his eyes of what he saw next. The face, so familiar, that brought up so many nightmares for him. He felt nauseous, swallowing thickly. Minho.
Xiumin dropped his file, and Kyungsoo groaned lightly as he finally turned his eyes to the screen, gasping then.
“Xiumin?” Jongdae mumbled. “What the fuck have you done?”
His voice sounded, the same way it always used to. Lithe, and playful. “Well, I guess since you guys can see me now. Let me tell you why I’m on your screen.” It was barely discernible over the sound of the alarms. Jongdae’s heart and mind went out to you, praying to god that you were okay. That he hadn’t gotten to you yet.
But when Minho moved aside, Jongdae saw you. You were on the bed, flat on your back, unconscious. There was something around your neck, like a collar. The bastard. His first instinct was to get up, but Xiumin pointed a finger at him. “Don’t go, hear him out first.”
Kyungsoo was stiff beside him, staring at the screen with wide eyes and trembling hands.
Jongdae didn’t sit down, he remained standing as he spoke.
“As you see we have a bit of a problem here. That thing around her neck, is connected to this thing.” He moved a bit further to reveal a cylindrical contraption on a chair. “If she moves, and pulls the thread, it goes off. Now, we don’t want that to happen don’t we? This bomb, I’m sure you can dismantle it, seeing your men do have the skill Minseok.” A bomb, Minho had strapped you to a bomb? Jongdae clasped a hand over his mouth, pushing away the tears that threatened to spill over. His breath was shaky, as he couldn’t do anything but watch your body limply lay there. Your head hanging over the edge of the bed, hair tumbling down. “So how about you send in some of your guys, and see what you can do? I’ll be leaving you to it. Although I hope to see you soon.” Minho had the audacity to wink, before the stepped away from the camera. It didn’t turn off, and all three of them were looking at you.
Jongdae moved, as soon as Minho was gone. He bolted for the door. A strong hand caught him around his bicep. “You’re not going.” Xiumin growled.
“The hell I’m not, let me go!” Jongdae yelled, but the leader wouldn’t budge. “LET ME GO!”
“Listen, he probably wants both of us out there,” Xiumin was interrupted by the door opening and Sehun and Suho stumbling in.
“What the fuck was that?” Suho gasped, eyes wide. “How did this happen?!”
Xiumin didn’t let him go, but spoke calmly. “Sehun, find Chanyeol, and take Kyungsoo. Go to her place and get her safe okay?”
Sehun nodded, immediately taking off into the direction of Baekhyun’s room. Kyungsoo followed Sehun without a word, but Suho, he glared at Xiumin now that everyone was out. “You fucked up.”
“I know he would go for her, it was the only logical step.”
Jongdae then managed to wrestle his arm free, and swung at Xiumin, Suho stopped him. “God damnit!” he yelled at both of them. “If anything happens to her! It’s your fault!”
Suho sighed, dropping his wrist. “Listen, right now we need to stay calm, they’re going to get her out of there. Chanyeol will get the bomb in no time, she will be fine. Right now all we can do is stay here where we’re safe.”
“How do you know he’s not there waiting to kill them?!”
Xiumin shook his head. “He’s testing us, he won’t be there.”
“Let me go then!”
“No.” The leader barked. “He might be watching, and you and I both know he has some unfinished business with you.”
“Oh,” jongdae scoffed. “And you suddenly care whether I die or not?”
Xiumin rubbed his temples. “Let’s go to Baekhyun and check the monitors, he must be pretty shaken up.”
***
Kyungsoo’s pov
They were in the car, and he hadn’t spoken a word since he’d seen your body there. This guy, he’d left you alone with him, because you sort of asked? Why had you sent him away if he was so dangerous. Jongdae and Xiumin seemed to know something. Was this the guy you’d mentioned all those times? That Xiumin was after?
“Listen, I need you guys to just make sure she doesn’t move.” Chanyeol spoke from behind the wheel. “Let me take care of the bomb.”
“Are you sure you’re going to get it?”
Chanyeol nodded, turning onto your street. “If I think it’s too dangerous I’ll probably send you guys out.”
“What about her then?” Kyungsoo asked. What if it went wrong, and Chanyeol couldn’t do it. He’d loose you, no he wasn’t going to loose you. “I’m not going to leave her side.” If the thing was going to go off, he’d be there with you. He couldn’t just leave you there. No.
Kyungsoo thought back to Jongdae, how scared he’d looked at the screen, petrified. He himself hadn’t even been able to utter a gasp, but the tears in your best friends eyes stood clear in his mind. Jongdae knew things he didn’t, about you, about this guy. And his level of fear wasn’t making him feel any better.
“I’ll stay too, if we go down, we go down together.” Sehun stated.
Chanyeol pulled up to your place and put in his earpiece. “Baekhyun can you hear me?” “Can you check the cameras?” “Nobody there, okay!” he turned around. “Baek says it’s clear so we should roll.”
The tall one lifted a box of equipment out of the car and threw both Kyungsoo and Sehun a handgun. The weight was heavy and Kyungsoo felt it was loaded. Sehun would probably be better with it, but safety first. “Let’s go.”
Your front door was still unlocked, and Kyungsoo was the first one up both stairs into your room. He reached your, still fully asleep. Before he could touch you Chanyeol’s hand held him back. “Be careful, if you move her too much and you stretch the wire it’ll go off.”
The words hit him and he stared at your lifeless body, your skin was pale and you were still in the clothes you had on earlier the day. He sat on the bed, next to you, and took your hand in his, lacing his fingers. You were going to be okay. “I think she’s still out.”
“Okay good,” Chanyeol said. “Let me open this baby up.” The tall one knelt down by the chair and set down his case, clicking it open and revealing an extensive set of tools and electrical supplies. “Baek do you have vision?”
Kyungsoo realised he still had his ear hanging by his neck and popped it in. Baekhyun’s voice sounded erratically though it. “Yeah I see it, it doesn’t seem to complicated like this. Open it up first, if it’s motion sensitive there will be extensive wiring on the inside. It’s not your usual clip and cut.” He didn’t really understand much of bombs, but he knew those two together would get you out.
Chanyeol’s steady hands took quick work of the exterior plate of the bomb, unscrewing it and revealing dozens of wires of the same single colour. “Well fuck.” Chanyeol grumbled. He took out a small box with…stickers, coloured stickers. The next plate on the other side came off, and Kyungsoo couldn’t properly see what happened but Baekhyun’s breath audibly hitched. “What the fuck is this contraption.”
“What is it?” Kyungsoo asked frantically.
“There’s a timer.”
“A timer?”
“Yes.” Chanyeol grumbled, running a hand through his dark hair.
Kyungsoo swallowed, looking at Sehun who was waiting by the door of your room, gun in his hand. “How long?”
“17 minutes, 48 seconds. It should be enough time, but it does make things more complicated.”
Kyungsoo focused on your, touching your cheek lightly to feel if you were cold. You weren’t, your skin was warm and it really seemed like you were just asleep. Your breathing was steady, chest rising evenly and without a sound. That’s when he saw your eyes flutter. “Angel?”
Chanyeol’s head whipped up from the bomb. “Is she waking up?”
“I think so.”
“Make sure she doesn’t move.”
Kyungsoo looked at your face, as you scrunched up your nose and parted your lips. Your tongue darted out to wet them and a soft groan sounded. “Angel can you hear me? Don’t move okay, just stay still. We’re getting you out of here.” You frowned, and he saw your throat strain. “Don’t talk, it’s okay.”
“Baekhyun do you see any logic in this?” Chanyeol asked.
“Maybe if you sat still for a minute, Sehun can you take the cam and hold it or something?”
There was movement and rustling on the other end of the line, Kyungsoo just focused on you for now. Until Xiumin’s voice sounded. “Listen, if that timer reaches 3 minutes before you manage to get her out, you all leave”
“What?” Kyungsoo hissed. “You want us to leave her here?”
“Loosing 1 is better than 4 of you.”
Kyungsoo clearly heard Jongdae’s shrill voice in the background, he couldn’t understand, but the tone sent chills down his spine. He sounded so upset. “Jongdae, if you can hear me, I’m not going to leave her. I promise, we’ll get her out of here.”
“Kyungsoo you better listen to me.” Xiumin growled on the other end.
“No.”
Chanyeol spoke up. “Can you two not, I’m trying to concentrate here! Xiumin put Baekhyun back on the line.”
More rustling and Baek’s voice sounded again. “I’m here, sorry. Okay, there has to be a way to the inner wires, maybe through the top.”
Chanyeol went to work and Kyungsoo looked at you as your throat strained still, your lips parted to form a sound but it was indiscernible. It sounded like a groan, but you repeated it once, twice. “What?”
You tried again, but to no avail. However, your hand softly squeezed his, meaning the sedative was really starting to wear off. “Angel really, please stay still okay.”
“Got it, God, Baekhyun look!”
“That’s it, I knew there had to be a way. Can you get your hand in there?”
“No.”
Kyungsoo looked up and saw Chanyeol peer inside the bomb from the top.
“You’ll have to label them and figure it out, I can’t see it properly with this lighting. But there should be a wire from the clock and the motion seeker towards the explosive. Wait…what is the explosive?”
“I think it’s a single block of C4.”
“Fuck, just, be careful Yeol, you can do this.”
“Yeah.” The tall ones voice was slightly shaky, even though he’d done things like this so many times before. His big hands seemed to be a problem though. “Angel’s hands would come in handy now.” He grumbled.
Kyungsoo looked at you again, as you licked your lips. “-Ae”
“Angel please don’t try to talk.” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.
“-Ap.”
“Ap?”
“-Ap.” You breathed, scrunching up your nose.
Kyungsoo couldn’t make out what you were trying to say, but it was obviously bothering you. Your hand was warm and colour was returning to your cheeks and Chanyeol was still fiddeling with the bomb.
“How many minutes?” Sehun asked?
“Under 10. We’ll be fine, I just can’t reach. I’ll get it. We’ll get her out.” He stated. “Baekhyun?”
“Ya?”
“How big is the chance this thing is going to go off when I cut all the wires at once?”
“Yeol, you know that, it’s big. If they’ve wired it the right way for that you’re blowing up the building. Concentrate.”
“Yeah.” Kyungsoo watched Chanyeol, as he labeled the wires on the outer part, and hesitantly cut one. Nothing happened, the timer kept ticking. “I know there have to be 3 sets of batteries in this thing and I can’t fucking get to them because of the wire.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes went to your throat, that slowly moved as you breathed, where the leather collar was resting. “I could try cutting it off.”
“You’ll risk setting it off.”
“If it’s the only way to get her out, you guys can all go and I’ll try. I’m not leaving her here.”
Chanyeol shook his head. “We’re not resolving to that with 7 minutes left. Let me try something.” He grabbed a pair of pliers and a flashlight, shifting to peer inside again. Chanyeol mumbled a few colours to himself, Sehun came over to the bed.
“She looks better than when we came in.”
Kyungsoo nodded. “She’s trying to speak, but I can’t figure out what she’s saying.”
“-Ae, -ap.” You swallowed. “-Rap.”
“Rap?” Sehun mumbled. “Trap? Angel, trap?!”
You couldn’t nod, but Kyungsoo saw it in your eyes. “Trap, she means trap.”
“Trap?” Baekhyun asks worried. “What trap? Is it a trap?”
“Nae.”
“What?” Sehun asked.
“I got it!” Chanyeol suddenly yelled. “I think I got it. It stopped ticking.”
Kyungsoo looked up. “Can I cut her loose?”
“Let me just try and unwire the sensor.” He said, clipping a thread inside the bomb. “Cut her loose, we’re going home.”
Kyungsoo took a knife from his pocket, slipping it under the collar and slicing through the material. The first thing you did was take a deep breath. “O-dae.”
“Dae?” Sehun frowned. “Jongdae? He’s home, they’re waiting for us.”
You shook your head and Kyungsoo helped you sit up, watching you scrunch you eyes shut again. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked. You shook your head again and Kyungsoo was at a loss for what you meant. So he put an arm under you lips legs and lifted you up easily. “Let’s just get you home.” He pressed his lips to your temple and held you against his chest, where you were safe. “It’s going to be okay.”
He saw you close your eyes, he felt your fear, something was wrong. Something was very wrong, but as long as you couldn’t speak properly nobody was going to figure out what. He just hoped this guy didn’t do anything to you other than this.
When they walked down the stairs, Baekhyun was chatting to Chanyeol when suddenly there was a loud noise. Like something fell. The hacker fell silent immediately. “Baekhyun?” Kyungsoo asked. “Baek?”
Xiumin’s voice was easily heard in the back, yelling. Everyone heard Baekhyun drop his headset, and Chanyeol looked back in fear. “What was that?”
“Please don’t tell me that was what I think it was?” Sehun mumbled.
“It sounded like a gunshot.” Chanyeol whispered. “We have to go, they might be in trouble.”
You opened your eyes and Kyungsoo knew that you knew. There was a tremble going through you as he lifted you into the back of the car, the door barely closed before Chanyeol sped off. “Should we call Jongin?” Sehun asked hurriedly.
“Shoot him a text, if we doesn’t reply we’ll call.” Kyungsoo said.
Kyungsoo felt you shift, and you opened your mouth. “It’s a trap.”
“We’re going Ang, it’s going to be fine.” Chanyeol said, taking a sharp turn.
“No,” you whispered, “it won’t be.”
Kyungsoo knew the others didn’t hear you, they couldn’t see the tears in the corners of your eyes. The couldn’t see how afraid you were. It was something he’d never seen from you, not to this extent. He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin. “Shhh.”
Sehun’s phone rang, and he picked up. “Ya?” “What?” “What happened?” “Yeah she’s awake.” “Yeah hold on jesus.” “Yeah yeah!” He turned around in his seat, extending the phone to Kyungsoo. “It’s Xiumin he wants to speak to Angel.”
Kyungsoo took the phone, handing it to you. You were able to hold it, and he watched you put it to your ear with a shaky hand. “Min.” You whispered.
His eyes were trained on your face, hearing their boss’ voice as a soft mumble. Your eyes turned glassy, your whole body was strung tight, you tensed you. He was almost sure you stopped breathing, hand tightening around the phone. “Min.” You whispered again, voice almost pleading him for something. A tear escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheek. Kyungsoo couldn’t do anything but stare as it made it’s way down your neck. You dropped the phone onto the floor of the car, clasping your hand over your mouth, closing your eyes. He knew, then and there, what happened. Your face spoke volumes.
