A/N: The plot will be reflected more through out the series from here on out. Here you go, hope you enjoy! As always leave me feedback and love!
Pairings: EXO (ot12) X Reader
Dinner was soon brought up to you by a tall man with curly hair and a giant grin. You felt awkward not knowing who all lived in the house and every time that you had to do introductions you felt a little more desensitized to your whereabouts. He walked over to you at the desk and sat the tray down. As soon as his hands were free he was waving them at you and introducing himself.
“Hello, my name is Chanyeol.”
You nodded your head at him and eyed your dinner plate. There was a small bowl of rice, grilled veggies and chicken.
“I hope you like chicken, we seem to eat almost nothing but chicken, but if you don’t like it Kyungsoo can make you something else.”
“No, it’s okay I’m not a picky eater. Thank you for the food.”
Now it was Chanyeol’s turn to nod his head. He was about to leave when he noticed the drawings that you’d done on some stray pieces of paper. He squinted to get a better look at them but wasn’t able to see clearly what you’d made. He gestured down to your drawings, physically asking if he could see them. You looked down at your drawings wondering why he was interested in your scribbles and handed the papers over to him.
He looked at your drawings with skeptical eyes and his lips were pressed into a firm line. He spent a few minutes going over every detail before he returned it back to you.
“You’re pretty good at drawing. You do draw often?”
“Thank you, and yeah I’m an artist” you admitted, happy that he had commended your skills
“Oh man! What’s the name of that place” he snapped his fingers and looked at the ceiling as if waiting for it to give him the answer. “Ah! Eugene’s! There’s an artist there named y/f/n. A couple of her pieces are there and your drawings reminded me of them.
You chuckled to yourself. You were baffled that this goofy boy had taken an interest in art, specifically yours. What were the chances that you’d run into him, and here of all places. And what were the chances that he’d know enough about your art that he recognized it.
“Well allow me to introduce myself, I’m y/f/n. It’s nice to meet you!”
Chanyeol stood there with his eyes wide open. He gulped and then reached for your hand, you took his and he immediately started to shake yours wildly.
“Oh my gosh, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of your paintings.”
You laughed at his over enthusiasm and waited for him to let go of your hand. He was still holding on to It tightly when he continued his praise.
“Really, I go to Eugene’s every month to see if any of your new art has been added to the exhibit.”
“Well, thank you for appreciating my art. It means a lot.”
“No, no, no. you’re an amazing artist. Who would have known that you’d be …kidnapped and living in my house…” his voice dropped off at the end of his sentence as he realized how fucked up your situation was.
The room had grown awkwardly quiet and Chanyeol began to play with his hands not meeting your eye contact.
“When you’re done with your food you can bring it down to the kitchen, or if you’d feel more comfortable staying in your room then you can leave it out by the door and I can come back later and pick it up for you.”
He bowed to you once before making his way out of the room, and back down to the kitchen where the rest of the members were. He shook his head, still in disbelief that you were the artist that he’d grown to become obsessed with. He’d always wanted to meet your or get a glimpse at a photo of you, but you were always absent at the gallery, or at special events. Chanyeol had always taken the time to appear on nights when artists would be at such events in hopes of someday being able to introduce himself to you. He laughed to himself at just how bizarre these circumstances were that he was finally able to meet you. Although the circumstances were not the best and you were probably at the house for less than desirable reasons, Chanyeol was going to use this opportunity to get to know you better.
He walked back into the dining room and saw that all of the members were present and asked.
“Do you have any idea of who we kidnapped?” he said generically for anyone to answer.
“Who y/n?” LuHan questioned
“Yeah, but do you know who she is?” Chanyeol asked again with a smile on his face.
“Not really, why?” LuHan asked
“You know the local artist who I really like?”
Almost all of the members nodded their heads and waited for Chanyeol to continue.
“Y/n, she’s that artist!”
“no way!” Baekhyun gasped with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Yeah! I recognized one of her free hand drawings that she was working on and she confirmed that it’s her!” Chanyeol’s voice was getting louder and louder the more excited that he was becoming.
Baekhyun shook his head in disbelief, laughing and the rest of the members looked around at each other with a knowing look on their faces. Minseok in particular was no exactly too thrilled to see Chanyeol so excited about you. If there was one member who he would feel threatened by it would be him. Chanyeol had a reputation for being a womanizer, and he lived up to it well.
Chanyeol took a seat next to Baekhyun and continued to rant about how cool it was to finally meet you, and Minseok looked over to Suho when he called for his attention.
“So hyung, what do you plan on doing with her?” Suho asked and Minseok looked at his leader with a blank look on his face, unsure of how to answer.
“I don’t know quite yet, but I do know that I intend on keeping her for a while.”
“Just remember the rules. If she acts up, or pisses anyone off then she’s a goner. Also don’t forget to take care of the old lady.”
Minseok could never forget about Mrs. Kim. He got up and excused himself from the dining room, dropping his plate off in the sink and making his way up to your room. He sat in front of the door for a while pondering if he should go in or not. He didn’t want to disturb you in the middle of your meal, but he was anxious to see you again. Finally he knocked on the door waiting for you to allow him to enter.
“Sorry to disturb you, but I’m done with dinner and I did promise that once we were done that I would take you to see Mrs. Kim.”
You pushed your plate back and shot up from your seat, ready to go. Dinner could wait a little longer.
“I’m done too” you wiped your hand across your mouth to get rid of any stray crumbs and walked towards Minseok.
He waved his hand and turned walking back out of the door. You followed quickly with a skip in your step, trying to keep up with his fast walking pace. You followed him through the hallway and down stairs into a dark basement that was lit up from the light peering in from the window in the door of another room. You walked up slowly to the window expecting to see Mrs. Kim beaten and bruised. You had imagined in your head countless times of all the horrible things that these men probably did to her. But, when you finally looked though you saw her sitting on the bed reading a book with an IV in her arm. You were shocked by how natural she looked sitting there doing such a normal thing. It must have shown on your face how shocked and yet relieved you were because Minseok was quick to pick up on it.
“She’s fine.” He said watching Mrs. Kim turning the page of the book, completely caught up in her own little world, “Other than some limited rehabilitation, she’s perfectly fine.”
You sighed in relief, thankful that she was all in one piece still. You felt like you could breathe now that you knew that she was still okay for the time being.
“What about her debts?” you asked and Minseok looked over at you momentarily before focusing on the small old woman again.
“You being here is paying them off.” He said flatly.
“We have to sign and agree upon a contract and if she agrees then yes, but if she refuses…” he didn’t finish his sentence knowing that you knew what he meant by it.
You nodded your head and hoped and prayed that Mrs. Kim would be smart enough to not try to fight with these men.
“I can’t let you speak to her, and I shouldn’t have brought you down here either, but I knew that It would make you feel better to see that she is okay.” He said and you lightly scoffed.
How could he dare speak about making you feel better, when you knew that you were never gonna get out of this place alive.
“Now that you’ve seen her let’s go.” He said turning around and heading back upstairs, not waiting to see if you would follow him.
“How long will it be until she can go back to the home? She has to take care of all of those kids and there’s no one else there to help her.” You asked trailing just behind him.
“There’s a few older kids in there that can take care of the rest of them, so don’t be worried. They’re fully capable of handling things.”
“How could they do that? They’re just kids!” you yelled back at him for his dull response. He spun on his heel and pushed you in the shoulder backing you up against a wall.
“I was an orphan too, I know how these things work. So I’m telling you, they’re more than capable of taking care of themselves.”
Minseok was getting annoyed at your constant pushing for answers. But not mad at you, more so at himself because he knew that he’d answer anything that you asked him. It seemed to be one of his weaknesses and he hated it. He lost his will of control when he was around you.
The rest of the way back up to your room was quiet and you didn’t dare say anything else to him since you’d already managed to anger him.
He pushed your door open and walked over to the desk that you were eating at to collect your plate, when he noticed your sketch on a piece of paper. His eyes went wide when he noticed the familiar image of a boy sitting under a tree with an umbrella. He’d seen this image before but he couldn’t place where. He put the plate back down on the table and traced the ink on the page with his fingers, trying to remember why this image haunted him.
“What is this?” he asked just barely above a whisper
“It’s a sketch of one of my paintings. Do you recognize it?” you asked wondering if you had another fan in the house.
“No, I mean what is this image from?” He didn’t know why but his heart was beating sporadically and his breathing was becoming more and more labored. There was something about this image that was just too familiar.
“Oh, well…” you noticed his strange behavior and were cautious with your next words, “it was inspired by a book cover.”
Just then it had clicked in Minseok’s head. The shapes, the trees and the umbrella were all the same from the cover but you had created a much bigger picture than just what was the cover photo. This was the cover of his favorite book that he read in high school. He would read it often around the house and used it as a shield so he could watch you. He turned to look at you while you continued speaking.
“There was a boy in the orphanage that was constantly reading this book. He had to have read it millions of times, because every time that I saw him he was reading it.” You paused for a moment to think about the boy in the orphanage who stuck to himself. “He didn’t really have any friends in the orphanage, but he was constantly reading books like it was his own little secret escape.” Now you were smiling. “My art is that way for me too, an escape. So in a way he inspired me to create this piece.”
Minseok’s heart was beating so hard he was sure that you could hear it from where you were standing. Every inch of his being was screaming at him to get out of that room before he lost his cool.
He was starting to feel like he needed to touch you and feel your skin beneath his. It wasn’t out of lust but pure amazement. He had no idea that you had any clue who he was or that he even existed. You seemed so preoccupied in the house that he figured you had no interest in him, but you had admitted that he inspired your artwork. You didn’t know that it was in fact himself who had inspired your artwork but he did. He needed to touch you to know that this moment was real and he wasn’t dreaming.
He walked over to you and pulled you firmly into his chest and hugged you. he wrapped his arms firmly around you caging you in his embrace.
You stood there shocked by his hug, but not scared of it. You didn’t hug him back, but patted his back hoping that he’d release you from his intimate hold on you.
Minseok cursed himself for what he was about to do, but he didn’t want to hide it any longer. He held the back of your head gently with one hand and whispered ever so lightly.
“And what if I told you that was me? That I was the boy with the books.”