Hiiii! It's me again! Can I ask you from your drabble game :) #5 with Kai please :) Thank u in advance author-nim ✨🥰
Familiar 🕛
Genre: angst | power!au Pairing: Kai x f.Reader Length: 1.8k (again dont ask) Warnings: Language | Alcohol Consumption
a/n: i just feel like you wanted something soft and fluffy and cute. And tbh i wanted that too. I really did. But one thing about me????? when you put in a request, expect the unexpected~~. Im on an exo power kick apparently so there is that. I hope yall like this one i think its v interesting 🤔 But yes, thank you for requesting ☺️
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
Jongin and Chanyeol found themselves in a familiar place they hadn’t been to in years.
‘We really did jump,” Chanyeol said in awe, taking in the old bar they would frequent when they were much younger adults than they were now.
Jongin felt jittery, like this wasn’t right. He had been told that his power could do much more than allow him to travel the world. He could travel dimensions, travel other worlds….
And time travel apparently.
He had no idea where exactly they were. Suho had told him to think of a time before shit hit the fan, before they lost everything.
“Excuse me,” Chanyeol called to a bartender. “Silly question, but what’s the date today?”
The bartender took him in wearily. Probably wondering if he needed to be cut off or not.
“Please,” he pressed. “It’s important.”
She sighed. “It’s the fifth of September. Twenty eighteen.”
“Twenty eighteen,” Chanyeol repeated with wide eyes, locking them with Jongin. “Bro, you fucking did it.”
“That’s too far back,” Jongin said between clenched teeth. He was aiming more towards 2021. Three years before The Attack.
“But there’s a reason why you sent us here.”
Chanyeol may be right about that, but he couldn’t understand it himself. The reasoning behind this specific time, this specific spot.
But then he heard a recognizable laugh and all the color drained from his face.
Chanyeol heard it too, throwing him a look full of warning. But Jongin ignored it, walking deeper into the dim building in search of the voice.
At a table, surrounded by a group of familiar faces, he saw the reason why he brought himself back here.
You.
The love of his life. The one who sacrificed everything that day. The one he lost.
You were there. Alive. Laughing. Unaware of the journey you were about to embark, of how drastically the world was going to change.
You were the reason why he even attempted to time travel.
He took a step towards the table, but then Chanyeol had him pressed against a wall, his forearm dug into Jongin’s neck.
“We don’t know what will happen if we interact with them,” he hissed. “We’re here to observe. To search for the red force. To discover the traitor.”
Jongin’s eyes were frantic as he tried to look at you again. “They’re here. The traitor is sitting at that table as we speak!”
“Yes,” Chanyeol agreed gravely. “With your wife. Your dead wife.” Jongin went still in his grip. “Shit, we might already be here. What’ll happen it we bump into our younger selves?”
Jongin wasn’t sure. He didn’t understand how any of this stuff worked. He just knew that it did. But, he couldn’t accept Chanyeol’s words yet. He searched his memories, wondering if he had met you, by now. But, you hadn’t. It wouldn’t be for a moment still.
“We’re not. I haven’t.” He swallowed thickly, which was hard to do with Chanyeol’s arm still pressed against his neck. “I haven’t met her yet.”
Chanyeol sighed. “This isn’t a good idea, Jongin.”
“Please, just let me see her,” he begged. “It’s been over a year, Chanyeol. I promise I won’t do anything, but I need to talk to her. I need to hear her voice again. I….”
He was so messed up without you. A ghost of the man he used to be. He swore he died the same night you did. Chanyeol saw that. Saw what the loss had done to his partner.
It was reluctantly, but he let him go, ignoring the relieved smile that bloomed on Jongin’s face. He pointed at him. “No funny business. We have a mission. We have to stick to it.”
“And we will,” Jongin was quick to say. “But for today, let’s just be normal, while we still can. This is the only peace we’ll ever get again. Let’s enjoy it.”
Chanyeol took in the bar that no longer existed in their timeline. Took in the smells and voices, and Jongin saw just how tired his friend was. How the war had drained him. He’d lost just as many people, had suffered just as much.
“Okay,” Chanyeol fully relented. “Let’s order some drinks.”
After getting a couple drinks, the two of them made their way over to the table you were sat at. Jongin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were even more beautiful than he remembered, nearly glowing under the yellow lights ahead.
“Mind if we join?” He asked, looking nowhere else but at you.
“Oh?” Another girl at the table, your best friend he realized, said. She took in the tall handsome men. “We could really enjoy the company.”
Jongin wasted no time sliding into the empty chair beside you, thankful for that. He sat a cup in front of you and you studied it for a brief moment before braving a sip.
Your eyebrows raised when it hit your taste buds.
“This is my favorite. How did you know?”
He grinned knowingly at you. “I could tell you were a woman with class.”
You laughed breathlessly at that, a bit intimidated under his intense stare. Still, he was ridiculously handsome—handsome enough to ignore the red flags. So, you introduced yourself.
“Jongin.” He held onto your hand and nearly sobbed at the familiar contact. When you went to pull away, he refused to let go. You giggled before shyly turning back to your drink.
Chanyeol cleared his throat, and Jongin remembered himself, finally letting your hand go.
He took in the others at the table. There were three girls and two men, including you. The men he recognized instantly as Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
It was one of them, the traitor. The one who gave the Red Force their plans, leading to the attack that changed everything, that killed Jongin’s wife.
No. He wouldn’t think about that right now. Not when he had you back.
“So, you come here often?” Your best friend, Kim Jiwon, asked. Jongin was suspicious of her as well. She was a lousy friend, and was rather close to Kyungsoo. She also disappeared after the attack.
Chanyeol and Jongin locked eyes.
“We do,” Chanyeol said, sipping the brown drink he had ordered for himself. He closed his eyes as it coated his tongue, savoring the old taste he once enjoyed.
“Usually after work. A little treat after a hard day.” Jongin supplied.
“We do too!” You said excitedly. He fought his smile at your joy. That was something you would always say everytime you ended up at the bar.
“Oh?” He played off. “What is it that you do?”
“We’re engineers,” Baekhyun spoke up. “We work for the government. We build—”
“Planes,” Kyungsoo interrupted.
Jongin lifted an eyebrow at you, questioning the legitimacy of Kyungsoo’s answer. You shrugged. “You can say that.”
The night continued on. The table went round for round on drinks. Jongin was finding himself getting drunk for the first time in years. He was never much of a drinker to begin with, but today he needed all the alcohol he could get.
“I’ll have the Flying Dutchmen,” he ordered to the waitress, who rolled her eyes at the mostly juice drink. “And my wife here will have another Pink Lady.”
Chanyeol kicked his leg. He pouted.
You tilted your head curiously. You were pressed so close to him, he could feel your chest rise and fall against his arm. “Your wife? You know, that’s the third time you’ve called me that tonight.”
“Is it?” he asked, falling more into your space. You allowed him.
“Yeah,” you smirked up at him. “Why is that?”
“Because,” he slurred, nose touching yours. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”
“You don’t even know me,” you pointed out, but he caught how breathless you sounded, how warm your face grew.
He hummed. “Not now maybe, but I already know that I love you.”
You watched him for a moment, appearing very sober as you wondered if this was okay. If he meant what he was saying, and wasn’t being a creep. Gorgeous be damned. Telling a stranger you loved them was definitely a red flag.
You swallowed thickly. “Love? That’s…that’s a serious word.”
He nodded slowly, staring at the sensual shape of your mouth. God, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to show you just how much he loved you, to tell you he never stopped. Ever.
“And I’m very serious when it comes to you.” His tone revealed as much.
Your drinks arrived, and to his satisfaction, you didn’t turn away from him. “Prove it.”
And maybe it was the drinks that made you so bold. Or it was the way the handsome stranger looked at you. There was… a sadness in his eyes. A sadness and a devotion that you found both startling and intriguing.
He went to do just that. His lips brushed against yours when his friend called his name. A reminder.
“Maybe it’s time to go,” his friend—Chanyeol, you recalled—suggested.
“But we just got our drinks,” Baekhyun whined.
“At least finish those first. We have to go soon too. Work in the morning.” You laughed awkwardly under the weight of the tall man’s gaze.
“One more drink,” he said, but his attention was on the man beside you, who couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than you.
He was a bit more solemn than a moment ago. He didn’t reply, instead lifting his drink and clinking it against your own before chugging it empty.
“Jongin!” You gasped, disappointed that he finished it so quickly. Was he that eager to leave you?
He shivered before getting to his feet. Not even gracing you with a goodbye before he was heading to the door.
“We’ll take care of the bill,” Chanyeol said as he followed his friend.
No. There was no way you were going to let the man who just told you he was going to marry you walk away without even a goodbye.
“Wait!” You called after them, running past Chanyeol to grab Jongin’s sleeve.
He stopped walking immediately. The men shared a glance as Chanyeol walked past, but didn’t say anything.
Finally, he turned to you.
“Will I see you again?” You couldn’t help but ask. It was unlike you to chase after a man, but Jongin was different. You could tell.
He threw a look over his shoulder, at Chanyeol, and then grabbed your face, pulling you in to kiss you.
You had never felt something like this before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as he kissed you as if a man reunited with a lover after being torn away from them. Like he wanted you.
Like he loved you.
When he finally pulled away, with difficulty on both parts, there were tears in his eyes.
“I’ll see you soon,” was all he was able to get out before he stormed out the door.
You swore you saw him vanish into thin air before it closed.
