#exo poc

[ipsyexo]

it feels so gold, so gold

[chen//kjd]

[balenciexo]

. you make my soul warm . Sehun . exo moodboard

(I don’t own these photos.Credit to the owners)

[pebbles1aa]

The Crown of the Pharaoh

Purple is associated with royalty. It symbolizes power, nobility, luxury, and even ambition. It conveys wealth and extravagance. Purple is associated with wisdom, dignity, independence, creativity, mystery, and magic. 

He dreams of smoke, moving sluggishly all around the dark room. It’s thick with incense- of chamomile and lemon balm- the taste of  basil thick on his tongue, billowing around something. No someone. But he can’t see who it is in the haze, just glimpses of mocha colored curves. With lilac silk sheets wrapped around it, contrasting beautifully against their skin, and flashes of dark curls. 

And he’s wracked with a sense of desperateness and urgency, a hollow ache in chest, as he tries to reach out for whoever it is, no she is, but every time she’s just out of the reach of his fingertips. And the sensation of being yanked away starts, but he doesn’t want to go yet. As he’s being further dragged away from her, his heart feels heavier, and he’s hears melodic whispers of  “Kai, let go,” but he doesn’t know a Kai. What does Kai need to let go of? By then it’s too late.

“-ongin. Jongin, wake up!”

He jerks up with a loud gasp, eyes fluttering open rapidly. Sweat coating his face and neck, pooling in his clavicles, the taste still stuck on his tongue. Jongin ran his fingers through his damp hair, sighing. I haven’t had such strange dreams before. Everything felt so real “Are you alright Jongin-ah? You look flustered.” one of his parent’s servant spoke, pulling him out of his daze. “I’m fine Imo, just an interesting dream, it left me a little… shaken.” He answered back sheepishly to the woman who was like a mother to him. “Well if you’re fine, get up and get dressed, you’re going to be late for breakfast baby bear,” she said briskly yet affectionately, while brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

And on that note, Jongin’s day began. He got up from bed, starting towards the ensuite bathroom -while his Imo left the room with a kiss to his forehead. Trying to put the dream out of his mind, ignoring the ache he still felt in his chest. After showering and finishing the rest of his morning routine, he made his way downstairs towards the dining hall. Passing by bustling maids and servants, and greeting them back, to find the Royal family already at the table, oh joy. 

The Queen sipping her morning tea, and the King, eating his food passive aggressively, looking stoic as ever. And the princesses already gossiping amongst themselves, he took the seat furthest away from all of them. “Jongin, I’m surprised you’re even here. No whores for the night?” his mother spoke in a monotone. Wow not even a fake good morning this time? Times must be changing. Words like that don’t even phase him anymore, he’s heard worse.

“Good morning, mother and father, yes I slept well thank you for the concern.” he responded with a smirk on his face, only clenching his jaw slightly to refrain from saying something worse. His father dropped his utensils to the half-eaten plate noisily, demanding attention. Jongin’s sisters flinch at the noise, turned from their gossip to the king, ready for the new drama to arise. And here we go. 

“Jongin, I just don’t understand why you won’t act like a man, and own up to his responsibilities. Why you act like a spoiled brat.” he sneered out, tone heavy with unveiled anger, tossing one of the many news articles that held news updates about ‘The Playboy Prince.’ Asking the questions that were on everyone’s mind: The Heir having another late-night escapade?? Is he being corrupted?? Is he actually fit to be King?? The King’s fist clenched at the sides of his plate on the table, eyeing his disappointment of a son. Jongin calmly started cutting into breakfast omelet, spearing another piece, all while holding eye contact with his so-called father, whose face was steadily turning red in anger.

“Because I don’t want the crown. I don’t want the responsibilities, I didn’t ask for this life. You could easily go pick up one of your many bastard sons to take my place instead.” while plopping the last piece of food in his mouth. All chatter from the kitchen stopped, so quiet you could hear a pin. Satisfied with the mess he created, he decided it was best to go explore the city now. Scooting his chair back from the table, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must see a man about a dog, I bid you adieu.” finished off with a mock bow, and leaving the scene. But not without blowing a kiss to all the bewildered faces, and grabbing his coat.

Hours later, Jongin found himself in the company of his childhood best friends, at his dongsaeng’s house complaining woefully about his troubles to just about anyone who would listen, and both of them were sick of it. Yixing and Sehun made eye contact over Jongin from where he was sprawled on the futon in the maknae’s room, holding a conversation with their eyes. Coming to an agreement, that something needed to be done. “Yah, Kim Jongin shut up, we’re going out!” Yixing popped up from his place on the bed beside Sehun with an excited clap, cutting Jongin off mid whine, the maknae following soon after him. “Hyung,” dragging out the syllable, “where are we going?” 

Jongin pushed himself up, stretching his long limbs, after hours of nonuse. “Somewhere fun, you got any cash on you Hyung?” Sehun inquired, a corner of his lip ticked up in amusement, but the dark twinkle in his eyes held nothing but mischief. Yixing started grinning, already knowing where this was going, gathering his things. Jongin was still confused, but didn’t question them, getting himself ready to leave as well. And before he could respond to the maknae’s question, Yixing cut in, “Don’t worry kids, Ge will provide for you. Let’s go!”

Joking around with each other in the bustling nightlife of Seoul, the young prince was still curious as to where he was being treated to, taking mental notes about the route, knowing his friends it could be anything and everything could go wrong. People stared as they walked by, being royal meant eyes were always on you, never having time to yourself, people always in your business. He tried to ignore the pondering gazes as best as he could, but it was making him slightly uncomfortable. He just wanted to be free. And his friends sensing his mood, “Just a little further, Jongin-ah.” Sehun murmured gently. By this point, no one else was around them, only streetlights and empty buildings could be seen. Christ, they’re taking me to a brothel.

“There’s nothing here, where is it?” the prince asked puzzled. Yixing turned to him smirking, “So, we found this place by accident one day and it was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. And you need to chill somewhere the cameras won’t find you, besides our houses, so here is our gift to you.-” he said, while shoving a stack of bills into Jongin’s pocket. “One million won, just for you, don’t say I never did anything for you.” Checking to make sure no one was in sight again, he pulled his dongsaeng by the arm into an alley, where there was a flashing neon gold light that read The Nile.

“You brought me to a club?” Jongin implored in complete disbelief, because the way they had been talking about this place, like it was the holy grail. They had been to several clubs before, what’s so special about this one? “Not just a club little Ni-Ni..,” he trailed off, letting go of his arm, and knocking three firm times on what he guessed to be the entrance to the club. The prince groaned at the nickname. As soon as his fist left the door, a small rectangular peep door slid open, a gruff voice spoke out, “Password.” Yixing skipped forward, beaming at Sehun, bringing a full grin to his handsome face. “There’s a thief out on the move.”

The door slammed shut, as you could hear a series of locks being a undone. All the boys took a step back, when the door swung open, the person who opened it was no where insight. Jongin could immediately feel the low bass of the music in his bones, as soon as he stepped over the threshold, an unexplainable emotion, an aura of power, fell over him, swallowing him whole, so strong it almost caused him stagger. The hollow ache in his chest, that he felt in his dream is back.

“Welcome to Hippi…” 

To be continued.

[lalalistic]

U.N (.5)

Unknown Number; Chapter .5

☾ Genre/Warnings:Casual,None

☾ W.C: +500 words

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“No I’m not drunk and I’m pretty sure there’s no boy named Baekhyun in 50 percent of my classes. This is like the 4th time I’ve had to tell you, you’ve got the wrong number.” Crush or not this situation was getting to become pretty frustrating. A little interaction with your crush is something you’ve always been hoping for, but it wasn’t as exciting under these circumstances.

“Oh shit you’re being serious, I thought you were just joking around. My apologies ma’am or sir. I think my friend Lisa may have given me the wrong number when we switched cell information.”Finally he was able to realize.You also were a little caught off guard by his words though; you should have expected something like this.

“Lalisa? Lisa Manoban?” You questioned even though you could already sense his answer.

“Yeah, how do you know her?”

“She’s one of my friends.” Best friends in fact, she was actually the one to figure out about your crush on Baekhyun. You would constantly try to deny your feelings, but she always knew. She always claimed it was due her best friends intuition.

“Must be pretty close friends then, usually she only tells people her nickname. How long have you known her and does that mean you go to our school too?” Damn this boy sure does ask a lot of questions. But he did have a point, Lisa almost hated being addressed as Lalisa by everyone except for her parents.

“I’ve known her for a couple of years, we actually have been in the same schools since like elementary school. So to answer your question, yes we go to the same high school .”

“Wow, you’ve known her longer than I thought. I was just talking to her earlier today and she was trying to set me up with one of her friends… Do you know who she could have been talking about?” You sighed to yourself as you looked at the text you’d received. That friend she was talking about had to be you. First she tries to set up with Baekhyun and then ‘accidentally’ gives him your number.

“Nope, I have no clue. I actually have to go wash the dishes before my mom gets home.” You weren’t lying since you actually did have to wash the dishes before your mom got off work in an hour.

“Oh ok, this may seem a little strange since we just kinda met, but can I call you tomorrow?”

“Um sure, I’ll text you tomorrow.” You hadn’t really talked to Baekhyun in any of your classes or in general. You don’t think he could possibly recognize your voice.

“Ok.”

“Bye Y/N/N”

“Bye Baekhyun.”You could feel adrenaline traveling through your veins from your short-lived conversation. You had a chance to talk to your crush and the fact that he was gonna call you tomorrow made it even better. Baekhyun’s totally unaware of your identity, if anything went remotely wrong at any point you wouldn’t even have to avoid seeing him at school.You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to smack or hug Lisa when you saw her tomorrow at school.

AN:// Most of the .5 chapters will be fillers. These will usually contain conversations between You & Baekhyun.

Chapter(s); Intro

[lalalistic]

U.N (Intro)

Unknown Number; Intro

☾ Pairing: YouxBaekhyun

☾ Genre/Warnings:Casual,None

☾ W.C: +200 words

  »Info:You suddenly get a text message from an unknown number 

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 You finally had a chance to relax after a long day of continuous tasks you had to complete. First school, then homework, then your chores. They all left you exhausted in every single way possible. Scrolling through the recent videos posted by people you subscribed to on YouTube, you received a text from an unknown number.

  “Was there any math homework?” You read out the text. Maybe one of your friends had gotten a new number? But then again most of the times they just ask you for the answers anyway.

  “Ummm I’m not really sure, who is this by the way?”you questioned the owner of the unknown number.

  “What do you mean? Did you delete my number from your phone or something? I just gave it to you today.” The owner had seemed oblivious to the fact that you were unaware of any relation you two had. You didn’t remember anyone giving you their number today or vice versa.

  “Actually I’m pretty sure we don’t even know each other. Well at least I’m sure I don’t know you, I think. Who are you anyway?” You slightly regretted phrasing your text the way you did, this person could be a dangerous serial killer for all you know. But then again, they did ask about math homework.

 “Umm it’s Baekhyun. The boy who’s in 50 percent of your classes. Why are you acting so strange, are you drunk?” The name rang bells in your head immediately. Byun Baekhyun, the boy you had a crush on since freshman year.

Chapter(s); .5