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Coffee Bean Part 2

 Part 1

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Fluff with some angst

Original Gif: BlondeJongin

Summary:  It is said that the string of Fate can never be tangled, make annoying knots, or ever break. But can it be untied from one person at the end?

A/N: I know this is pretty late, this was supposed to be posted at 9 p.m. and since I went into work early, “tonight” ended up being tomorrow (today). It’s nearly 1 a.m. now, I’m listening to “The Women of Hamilton” while eating mac and cheese, ready to post this drabble. Honestly nothing satisfies me more than right now…besides sleep for my brain of course. Anyway! Please enjoy!

“Cada latido prometio, que ibas estar siempre con migo.” -Alejandro Fernandez

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   That morning Jongin spends his time in the kitchen preparing breakfast by himself. He woke up early enough to make a traditional Korean brunch, confident from the start however midway into action he wakes Yixing up in need of his assistance. Much to his surprise, Jongin had ingredients were cluttered all atop of the counter.

  As he cleans, Yixing utters complaints through his teeth. Once the kitchen mostly cleaned up, the other gentleman greet one another the main room all in their boxers and T-shirts.

“Y/N isn’t here.” Minseok leans against the doorway sipping on a glass of juice. Sehun perks his head and ears. “But she just got here yesterday, and it’s eight a.m.”

 “I know, I just passed by the room she was sleeping in to say good morning but it was empty.”

   Y/N used to pull all nighters back in the day. Whenever the boys dropped by her condo they always find her in the same positions. Seated on her couch with a coffee and script in hand or outside admiring the sunset with just coffee.

 She loved sleep but never liked getting up before the peak of sunrise. In result for any typical night owl, her body always sprawled on her bed tangled in sheets,  wetting the pillow with fresh drool.

Kyungsoo unlocks his phone to contact her.

 She despised the sun for shining on her face through the curtains.

“She went to go see Chanyeol.” Everyone looks at Sehun whose serving food on plates. “That’s it, I bet that’s why Y/N left early. That’s the only reason.” His actions grow furiously on the rice, the clatter of bowls filling up the house. “She would rather find him than have breakfast with us after years of being overseas.”

  “Sehun, will you relax? Y/N wouldn’t be desperate enough to fly all the way here and search the whole country for one guy.”

  “Actually she did.” The boys give Baekhyun their attention hearing the bang of his mug on the table locked within strong fingers. waiting for sitting in his chair scratching the back of his ear. “She left very early while we were asleep.”

He purses his lips.

“But you were still awake to hear her leave?” Kyunsoo asks.  “No, I wasn’t awake either.” Baekhyun reminds himself of the night before, the minute before Y/N lays on the bed he held her shoulder and Y/N grabbing his fingers without turning around. ‘I had no idea’

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 “But you’re not mine.”

You sat at the same coffee table you and Chanyeol used to sit together. He wore a white sweater and a black hat, his ears pointed out. He gives you a smile showing a bit of his darn eye bags. The coffee cup in your hand was already half full of mocha, his didn’t move it stayed in front of you.  Chanyeol’s eyes linger the side of your face, noticing the glow flashing off your cheekbones.

  “Besides if I ever told you would it have made you panic and run?”

 Chanyeol huffs a smirk “From you Y/N, not this time.”  He lips make the shape of an upside down crescent that automatically brings a shy smile on you, your cheeks burn at the top of their bones.  “If I were to run, I wouldn’t be here asking you to say it then now would I?”

   Your hand caress atop his large hands envelope around yours. This was a huge step..

   “Can I start with the beginning? Like when I first saw you?”

  His thumb grazes yours again. “Yeah?…”

   You bit your nails, played with your hair, checked the time, and drank your coffee to calm your heart beating erratically in your chest.

  “Miss, are you waiting for someone?” You turn your head alertly to a male barista.

“Oh, actually…” You quickly scan the cafe. “I was, but I guess they forgot. Please excuse me.” You grab everything, still holding the cup. “Thank you very much uh, Lu.”

 With that you drink the last gulp of the now cold and disgustingly heavy mocha and leave the cafe with a heavy pound on your chest. You check the time again on your phone, 11:59.

  You had been there since seven in the morning, watching the street live in front of you-not much different from New York except the language of course.

 How in the world would your reunion with Chanyeol turn out? Would he even recognize you? Would you even recognize him the same? Would it be important to him?

Does he still really ‘love’ you as told last night? Would you still feel anything? If so, how is it possible?

He was your inspiration for poems. You used to dream about seeing his smile again. His sweet smile and the bags that naturally form under his eyes when he smiled. You always knew Chanyeol was adorable for a grown man, but during one of your conversations his eye bags leveled up his cuteness. You swore it made you tear up.

“Ah Chan!” You comb your hair back running your fingers through. You try clenching your jaw to avoid it, yet a pool of tears form in your eyes.

“How many memories of us are going to run through my mind? That’s all we’ve become…memories.” You swallow the suffering pain in your throat.

 “Now you probably forgot giving me your word. Most likely in love with your wife… and you probably forgot about me.”    

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 He stood in the sunlight dressed in his dark violet polo shirt tucked in slim around his waist.  “No, no, no my father-in-law wants the array of breakfast pastries outside the door once he settles our meeting not before it begins.”  

He trots in the hallway gluing his ear to his phone.  “Also he says leave the cream cheese off the chive omelets and replace them with the mini crab cakes. Please do not mess this up. Thank you.”

  His father-in-law was perfectionist needing whatever he wants to meet his high standards.

  Chanyeol inserts his hands in his pockets looking around the campus out the window. Even with this two hour meeting scheduled, he would still be able to stop by that cafe ordering an Iced Americano and any bread he wanted. He doubt time would allow him to sit next to the windows to just relax and think.

  He sees the body of his father-in-law and his daughter standing at the other end of the room and he greets them, bowing his head smiling. Chanyeol was used to being without the ring most of the time he absent mindedly let his father in law spy on his hands laying them on the table.

  “Yeol, you still haven’t found your ring?”

    Chanyeol whips his eyes to his bare fingers letting his mouth hang open.

The answer escapes his lips in a stutter.

“I did sir yesterday. I placed it on table next to my side before going bed it’s still at home on my bedside table.”

“A married couple should always wear their bands on their hands. It’s a requirement not an option.” He can only make a few glances at the man in front of him, feeling the fiery eye contact brazing against him. Chanyeol lays his hands on his legs, balling his fingers in his palms.  

“Yes sir.”

“You know how much my daughter means to us. As man and wife she’d like to match everything with you starting off with rings. You’re a charming man Mr.Park.”

  Chanyeol nods, pursing his lips together. “Thank you sir.”

   The space between them is thick, Chanyeol’s hands grip the edge of his seat, shudders race under his skin

“Ladies offering their hearts to you doesn’t surprise me, unless you were married.”

He perks his head up, “I am Sir to Somil.”

    The man pushes his a mug towards his son in law.

 “Somil tells me you two haven’t had any sort of connection. Did you two have another fight?” He leans his chin against his fingers. “Is there someone secret on either side?”

  The contact burns enough scorching the pain twice as much in Chanyeol’s chest. His eyes widen at realization of the last question, “No sir, no one at all.”

  He nods. “We expect nothing but the best for my soft cloud’s marriage survive with a husband like you.” Chanyeol sharply inhales, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.

“And Somil shall have it Sir.”

Those were the exact words he had given to his wife and her family the day he signed the license.

  “A smart lad since the start.Drink some water, you look like your getting your nerves up.”  

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Later that night…

 Chanyeol looks through multiple drawers. His fingers had been without that ring for forever, it was barely ever seen. He lost his wedding band somewhere around the house months into his marriage once he removed it.

   That string he made years back never left its place, no one ever asked about it. The string with the two beads and the brightest red he saw when he pulled it out the rainbow of other yarn.

  His string he keeps around the strap of his book bag.

   The color remained as brand new in the lighting in his house it looked brand new on his finger like the very first time she tied it on him. While tying hers on her finger, he remembers the shy grin on her face as her cheeks burned, with the way her teeth sank in her bottom lip.

  Looking through the letters his shoe box, Chanyeol whips out his phone that ringed from his blazer’s pocket. His screen flashes a box on his wallpaper.

7:51 Text Message: 

Chan…

He punches the keyboard under the text bubble.

 7:51 p.m. Text Message: 

What’s up Lay?

[onenightandgone]

The Nutshell - A Prologue

Chapter 0/9 Reader x EXO Future smuttt (18+) Don’t ask questions, just go with it

It was common knowledge that The Nutshell was closed to the public on Wednesdays. The neon ‘Hard day, hard drinks – we’re open!’ sign that hung inside the large bar window had been turned off and camouflaged in the darkness of the night.

‘You’re supposed to be doing inventory,’ you said, pushing Junmyeon away for what seemed like the hundredth time.

‘I am,’ he said with a whine. ‘I just need one more kiss and I’ll go back to work, I promise.’

You glared. Junmyeon grinned.

He swept in, planting his lips on yours hungrily. Junmyeon lingered for a few moments and traced his fingertips through your hair. The tip of his tongue made a brief appearance between your lips.

You increased the pressure of your palms on his chest. At the same time, your instincts begged you to pull him closer, to wrap your legs around his waist. Your conscience begged to differ, but you begged it to shut up.

‘Ok, ok, I’m going,’ he said. He retreated with a longing sigh and a lingering glance. Junmyeon picked up his clipboard and pen from the booth table where you had made your perch.

Junmyeon had opened the Nutshell two years ago as a self-improvement project, an unmusical venture of sorts. He quickly discovered that it was the best place to get away from all the humdrum of his other schedules..

When the two of you had started dating, you had also discovered that the small, bright speakeasy was the best place to enjoy your privacy, and he began to keep the establishment closed once a week to make the most out of it.

But today, Junmyeon needed to finish inventory before the supplier office closed. He sat at the bar and counted the open bottles behind it.

You picked up your book and tried to concentrate on the words on the page, and not on how handsome he looked when he was working. The focused furrow on his forehead was needlessly distracting. You coughed and stretched and settled back down against the side of the booth. You made the book a wall to obstruct your view of him.

An hour later, Junmyeon returned, the alcohol census complete. He crawled forward on the seat, perching on a knee and leaning over you to steal another kiss.

You smiled gently against his lips, your fingers playing lightly in his hair.

He retreated a few moments later. He studied your face carefully before speaking.

‘You’re so quiet,’ said Junmyeon. He sat next to you, leaning his chest against the barrier of your knees.

‘I’m always quiet.’

He smiled, but something sparked in his eyes. Junmyeon angled his head and his steamed breath skated across the crook of your neck.

‘I could change that,’ he said. His tone was heavy with suggestion. His voice was low with unspoken desire.

‘You could try,’ you said, turning the page of your book. It was torture, but you held your passive ground. You couldn’t let him know that he was affecting you. It was a matter of pride.

‘I could.’ He lowered to an almost soundless whisper.

‘Or I could,’ said a voice from behind you.

Yixing stood by the entrance door, a playful smile highlighting his face.

‘How did you get in?’ Junmyeon said.

‘Was it supposed to be locked?’ said Yixing. ‘It wasn’t locked.’ He motioned to the door behind him. ‘The others said that you would be here.’

‘What are you volunteering for?’ said Junmyeon.

Yixing took a bold step forward with both his body and his words.

‘I could help her, how do you say, find her voice,’ he explained.

‘You really think you could make me make any sort of noise?’ you said, cutting in. You blushed as you realized how quickly you had escalated things – the tension in the room was palpable. You swallowed hard as Yixing looked you up and down.

The corner of his mouth perked up into an arrogant smile; he stepped forward, bending over the back of your seat until his face was only a couple of inches from yours.

‘Oh, I’d bet on it,’ he said confidently.

You kept a matching demeanor of confidence and hoped he couldn’t see through it. ‘What are the stakes?’

Junmyeon flashed you a knowing look.

‘It’s easy,’ Yixing said. ‘You moan, you lose.’

‘So say hypothetically that I lose. What happens?’

‘Submission,’ Junmyeon said. ‘Loser submits to winner. Simple.’

‘Fine,’ you said ineffably. You climbed over Junmyeon and stood squarely in front of Yixing, arms crossed in defiance. ‘Should we get started?’

[glowingjunmyeon]

Lost and Found (an EXO fanfic) - ch.20

Idol!AU

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Warning: Language

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Marion’s life was going perfectly well before it had fell apart. She had moved out from her family’s house to New York City almost a year ago to attend her dream college. She had gotten a small job and had a great group of friends to keep her happy. Then everything went downhill the moment she found out that her father had died. What made it worse was the fact that her father’s bank account was mysteriously empty, leaving her and her family completely broke. Marion suddenly didn’t have any time to go to college anymore or even grieve her father’s death as she thrown into working multiple jobs to support her family. Her happy college days were gone, instead replaced with working at a Chicken restaurant during the day and serving people drinks at a bar by night. It wasn’t until a rather handsome man walks through the Bar doors that lightens things up in her life. He’s attractive, charming and likable-everything a girl would want in a man-until he does something that leaves her never wanting to see him again…but he still wants to see her.

Sometimes you live with memories that you wish you could forget, but not always regret.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23

“Why are you walking so…carefully?” Jasmine asked, while looking at Marion from behind the front counter of The Chirping Chicken.

Marion ignored her question and continued sweeping the floor slowly.

“You still haven’t told me why you took a day off yesterday.” Jasmine said, with a raised brow.

Marion sighed, looking over at Jasmine, “You really want to know?”

“Hell yeah, girl.”

“Minseok and I did it.”

“You have to tell me everything.” Baekhyun said, with a glimmer in his eyes as he grinned.

Minseok shook his head, “I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“How was it?” Baekhyun inquired, his eyes watching Minseok with great preciseness.

“It was…really…good.” Marion admitted slowly, as ran a hand through her hair. “It hurt in the beginning but…I get it now.”

“I knew you would, girl! It always hurts in the beginning but then it fades into the juicy stuff later.” Jasmine said, while wriggling her eyebrows.

Marion face palmed herself.

“Did she like it?” Baekhyun asked.

Minseok looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding, “Yeah…she’s not the type of person to keep continuing something she doesn’t like.” He frowned slightly, “She was kind of sore this morning though.”

“That means you did well, Minseok!” Baekhyun laughed, shaking his head as Minseok glared at him.

“The real question is if you think you would wanna do it again? Hmm?” Jasmine pressed.

Marion held her hand up although she was smiling, “I don’t want to think about that right now. Thank you, I’m sore enough.”

“Girl, you know you want it.” Jasmine said, while laughing.

“So now you’re going to have to wait til next week then!” Baekhyun said, with a cheeky grin.

Minseok stopped spinning on his spinning chair to look at him. Baekhyun held up the peace sign while tilting his head, “Ya know-for round 2! Don’t forget to give me weekly updates!”

Minseok pointed at the door, “Get out.”

Jasmine shrugged casually, “You know I actually wanted to ask you bout something.”

Marion looked over at her, “Sure, what?”

“What do you think about Kyungsoo?”

Marion was stunned, “Woa-you actually said his name right this time.” She shook her head, “Oh-I told you already, he’s a great guy. Yeah-maybe in the beginning he’s a little closed off but once you get to know em-he’s real sweet.”

Jasmine looked at Marion curiously, “If he’s so chill then why didn’t you fall for him?”

Marion shifted, chewing the question in her mind as she looked at Jasmine curiously, “I don’t know, actually. It just never came to that, I guess. I never really thought of him as my partner in that way-he always just seemed like a…a friend. I’m sure he would say the same too because all I ever got were friend vibes from him.”

“But if you hadn’t…if he hadn’t given you friend vibes do you think you would’ve dated him?” Jasmine asked.

Marion shrugged, “Don’t know since I’m happily dating one of his friends right now.”

Jasmine chuckled, “Right.”

Marion was sitting down at one of the tables in the Chirping Chicken. Her woolen hat, cream colored trench coat and plaid scarf on. She leaned back in her seat, sighing, before continuing to scroll down her phone. Her shift had ended and she waiting for Minseok to pick her up. Jasmine stood behind the counter, watching her even though she could’ve been assisting the other chefs in the back. Jasmine was about to say something to Marion until the bell chimed as someone had just opened the door.

Jasmine’s hand instinctively went over to the laminated menus but then removed her hand when she realized it was Minseok. Minseok smiled at her and she returned it. He turned his head to look at Marion, the smile still on his face as he brushed his hand through his hair to try dust off the snowflakes.

Marion stood up, raising a brow, “Did you forget your hat?”

Minseok took a step, standing directly in front of her, “I thought I lost it but-“ He reached his hand out and plucked her hat from her head. “Apparently not.”

Marion smiled, slyly, placing her hand over her head to try fix her own hair, “Hey-you gave that to me, remember?”

He made a thoughtful expression before slipping on his hat, “Nope, sorry-“

She punched him playfully on the chest and he grinned. Minseok glanced at Jasmine-who quickly looked down and pretended to be writing something on one of the menus. He looked back at Marion before slipping his hand around her chin and pulling her up to make her lips meet his. Marion placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

His uniquely shaped eyes looked intently into hers, “Where do you want to go? It’s cold outside bu-“

She suddenly placed her finger on his lips, “Is Suho still mad at you?” she asked, her voice calm.

His shoulders sagged, “Yeah…he is. He’s not talking to me.”

Marion looked thoughtful for a second, “Wait-what’s that thing he likes? That white tiger stuffed toy?”

Minseok spoke through her finger on his lip, “You mean Suhorang?”

Marion dropped her hand, “Is that what it’s called?”

Minseok shook his head, “Yeah-he loves those things. Didn’t you see how many of them he had stuffed in that one drawer?”

Marion nodded, grinning, “Yeah, but what’s the problem with getting him one more?”

Minseok blinked, “No-“

Marion shook her head, “Why not? You said he loves them-wouldn’t he be happy if we got him another one?”

Minseok made a face before looking out the large glass window at the snow delicately falling as the sky was slowly darkening, “Ah-I don’t know. Where could we even find one here anyway?”

Marion held onto his sleeve, “I saw one at this toy shop nearby-and it reminded me of him but I didn’t pick it up because I knew he had so many already. But this one is different than the other ones he owns.”

Minseok frowned, “How?”

“This one comes with stickers! I saw a sheet of stickers right next to it as a bonus deal or something.” She said, her eyes alive.

Minseok ran a hand over his face, “You know I once told that I would never buy him one of those.”

“That makes it even better-it’ll show that you care enough about him to even go back on your word.” She said, convincingly.

He sighed, “How would I even give it to him? He won’t let me go in his room.”

Marion frowned, “Ah-dammit…then maybe…maybe I could give it to him from you. He’s just mad at you-not me right? He was talking to me just fine when I was there yesterday for lunch.”

“Really?” he said, his eyes wide.

“Yeah-dummy, you were there. Did you forget?” she asked, laughing slightly as she gave his head a firm pat.

His lips formed an O. “Oh yeahhhhh.” He paused, thinking it over, “I guess that’s not so bad.”

“Yeah, my ideas are never bad.” Marion stated.

He squinted, before reaching his hands out to tickle her. “Minseok!” she yelled out between her laughter as she tried to push his arms away. He was laughing as well.

Jasmine’s eyes suddenly flitted to the door of the Chirping Chicken as the bell had just chimed. She froze when she saw Kyungsoo enter, his eyes met hers smiling genuinely before turning his head to hear where the fit of laughter was coming from. His smile suddenly slipped away as he suddenly became rooted to his spot.

Minseok stopped tickling her two seconds after the bell from the door had chimed. Marion punched him on the chest, “Seriously?” she scolded, while smiling slightly but trying to be mad.

Minseok turned to see who had entered and his eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw Kyungsoo. “Hey! Kyungsoo-what are you doing here, man?” He said, genuinely surprised before smiling and walking over to pat his shoulder friendlily.

Kyungsoo stood there straight-faced, “I was just in the mood for some fried chicken.”

Marion walked over to stand beside Minseok, “Hey-it’s good to see you again.” She said, a smile slipping onto her lips as she saw him.

He hesitantly returned her smile.

“What-did you just come back from the studio?” Minseok asked.

Kyungsoo nodded, “Yeah-now all we need is Baekhyun to sing the last lyric and that song will be done.”

Minseok’s eyes lit up, “That’s great!”

Kyungsoo’s eyes went to Marion’s coat, “Are you guys heading out?”

Minseok looked over at Marion with a small smile, “Yeah-we were just going to go where again?”

Marion replied, “The toy store.”

Kyungsoo raised his brows. Minseok whispered in Kyungsoo’s ear, “Don’t ask.”

She squinted as she overheard and smacked Minseok’s arm, “He’s going to be grateful for me later if what I’m planning works out.”

Minseok dropped his hand from Kyungsoo’s shoulder and slipped his hand into Marion’s, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Marion rolled her eyes. Minseok pulled her closer before waving to Kyungsoo, “We’ll get going now. Enjoy your chicken.”

Minseok pushed open the door as Marion turned to say, “Bye, Kyungsoo! Bye, Jas!”

Jasmine waved her goodbye, watching her and Minseok leave the restaurant hand in hand. Jasmine walked over to Kyungsoo who looked stiff and expressionless. Even though Kyungsoo knew that they were together he hadn’t seen them together as often. Jasmine stood in front of Kyungsoo, “Kyungsoo-you okay?” Jasmine asked.

Kyungsoo looked away, “I’m fine.” His voice ever so quiet.

Jasmine shook her head, “You’re not fine. I’ve never heard you talk this quietly.”

“Then why did you ask?!” He snapped.

She blinked, taking a step back.

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut before looking down as he ran his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry-I didn’t mean that-I-I should go.” He muttered.

Jasmine watched him turn around and walk towards the door. But just before he could push it open she ran towards him, placing her hand firmly on his shoulder and spun him around before pulling him into a hug. They stood there, just like that, for a long moment before he returned her hug. He slipped his arms around her waist and held her closer, letting his head fall onto her shoulder. He squeezed her tightly, and let his eyes close. He needed this hug more than she knew.

“What do you think about this?” Baekhyun asked, before walking out of his closet. He held up a black bomber jacket that had thin barely perceptible grey strips running along it.

Marion looked up from her seat on Baekhyun’s desk. There wasn’t much on his desk, other than the mini glasses holder that held up a variety of brand name glasses. She looked at the bomber jacket before saying, “That’s actually pretty nice. I just never really understood how to pull off a bomber jacket.”

Baekhyun ran his fingers over his smooth chin before looking at the bomber jacket again-which he had now thrown down on his bed. “Oh-that’s not hard. I just wore it over a black turtle neck and faded blue ripped jeans. A belt. My monochrome black Nike Air Huaraches. And…,”

He looked thoughtful as he looked over at Marion. “I think I even wore it with those glasses in your hand.”

Marion looked down at her hand before holding up the up the black circle rimmed, clear glasses. “You mean these Harry Potter glasses?”

Baekhyun nodded, “Yeah-or maybe I didn’t wear those…maybe I just wore a black cap.” He mumbled off as he tried to remember.

Chen looked up from his laptop-while sitting criss-crossed on Baekhyun’s bed-at the mention of Harry Potter. His alert eyes landed on the glasses in her hand, “Oh yeah-those. I wore those once to a Halloween Party. Guess who I was trying to be?”

Marion and Chen said it at the same time, “Harry Potter.”

Marion chuckled while Chen just smiled. Chen watched her slip the glasses on before pointing at her and giggling boyishly, “Ha-now you look like Harry Potter too!”

Marion laughed before taking the glasses off. Baekhyun frowned, “Those are not Harry Potter glasses. Those are fashion glasses. From Sunglass’s Hut!”

Before any of them could reply Minseok walked in with Suho’s arm thrown around his shoulder. Minseok’s eyes landed on the pile of clothes that was in the middle of Baekhyun’s closet-he frowned deeply-before his eyes met Marion’s. “Oh there you are!”

Suho patted Minseok’s back before smiling with mischief, “Yea-he was going crazy looking for you.”

Minseok rolled his eyes, “No, I wasn’t.”

Suho smiled playfully before releasing Minseok’s shoulder and began to wander around Baekhyun’s room, pulling open the curtains fully to let more sunlight stream through. Despite today beautiful sunny weather, it was still below 40 degrees Fahrenheit in New York City.

Baekhyun spoke while searching through his closet, “Yeah-I hope you don’t mind me stealing your girl for a minute. Don’t worry-I’ll try not to make her fall in love with me too fast.”

Minseok chuckled before leaning against the door frame, “You wish.”

Suho and Chen grinned at each other from across the room before saying in perfect synchronization, “OOOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOO.”

Marion rolled her eyes before placing the glasses back on Baekhyun’s glasses stand. She looked at Baekhyun, “What did you call me here for though?” she asked.

Baekhyun poked his head out his closet, “Did you forget-you were helping me choose out which clothes to give to my brother since he said he wanted me to bring him clothes from New York, and since we’re going back to Kor-“

Minseok suddenly starting coughing. He started coughing so badly that his body racked and he almost fell forward. Marion frowned at the suddenness of it and looked at him with concern, her mouth forming the words that Chen had said, just a millisecond before her, “You okay?” Chen asked.

Minseok patted his chest and nodded.

Marion picked up her water bottle from Baekhyun’s desk. “Do you want some water?” she asked.

He shook his head, raking his hand through his jet black hair, “It’s okay-I’m fine now. I think my throat just got dry for a second.”

Marion walked over to him and handed him her water bottle anyway. “Just drink it. You don’t want it to get worse and get an actual sore throat or something.”

He took the bottle and smiled slightly, wriggling his brows at her, “Concerned for me now?” he murmured, so just she could hear.

She rolled her eyes before he flashed her a smile and opened her water bottle and drank from it. She watched him chug down half of it with a smug but yet astonished smile on her lips until her phone buzzed in her pocket. She looked down at the text and said, “Oh!”

Minseok immediately looked down at her, “What?”

Marion raised her head, hastily tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “Jasmine just texted me. Remember when I told you that we were planning on having that shopping day? That’s today. I just didn’t know that she would be there already. I gotta go.”

Minseok watched her walk back over to Baekhyun’s desk to retrieve her purse.

Baekhyun walked out from his closet, dumping several pairs of shoes onto a pile in middle of the floor. He raised a brow, “You’re leaving already?”

She nodded at him and Baekhyun frowned. “Whyyyy?”

Chen didn’t remove his eyes from the computer as he spoke, “She’s got a shopping date with her friend.”

Baekhyun’s eyes lit up, “Ooh! Can I go?”

Suho looked at him in utter disbelief before motioning towards the piles of clothes that were spread out through Baekhyun’s room, “What more do you need!?”

Baekhyun pouted his lips, “You always need more!”

Marion furrowed her brows as she looked around the room, “Where’s my coat?”

Chen looked up from his laptop, “You left it in the kitchen-on the chair. I saw it.”

Marion snapped her fingers as she remembered, “Oh yeah-thanks.”

Chen smiled, “No problem.”

Just as she walked through the doorway-past Minseok-he grasped her wrist. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious.

Minseok spoke softly, “You need a ride?”

Marion shook her head, “It’s fine. I’ll use a taxi.”

Minseok raised a brow, “You sure?”

She smiled slightly before leaning up to press her lips gently against his. After a couple seconds, She pulled away, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

This time he leaned down and pecked her lips, “Alright. Bye.”

She patted his shoulder, “Bye.” She said, before zipping out the door.

Baekhyun yelled, belatedly, “BYEEE!”

They heard the slight whirr of the elevator doors closing before it stopped-signaling that she had just left. Minseok muttered, “She already left…idiot.”

Baekhyun furrowed his brows, pointing his finger accusingly, “I heard that!”

Suho suddenly strode across the room towards Minseok, “You didn’t tell her?!”

Minseok’s eyes were suddenly wide, “What?”

Suho raised a brow, “I caught that you know-you coughed just when Baekhyun was about to say that we were leaving for Korea in 2 weeks.”

Chen gasped as he realized. “Woa-I didn’t even catch that.” He murmured, amazed.

Baekhyun looked up from the shirt he was holding, “Catch what?”

Minseok flushed, itching the back of his neck, speaking unsurely, “I just-I don’t know how to tell her.”

Baekhyun dropped the shirt in his hand, “Tell her what?!”

Suho folded his arms, “It’s going to be hard but you are going to have to tell her. She needs to know.” He said, calmly.

Minseok closed his eyes before running his hands through his hair, “Yeah…I know.”

Suho patted Minseok’s shoulder, “You got this, bro.”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened, “Is anyone going to tell me wh-“

Chen threw his hands up, “YA-He didn’t tell Marion that we’re leaving back to South Korea next week.”

“Two weeks.” Suho corrected.

Chen pouted before frowning, “Same thing.”

Suddenly Baekhyun’s hands were on Minseok’s shoulders, “YA-you didn’t tell her?! I thought you told her already!”

Minseok brushed off Baekhyun’s hands, “Yeah-well-I didn’t.”

Chen shook his head, “Tsk-tsk. That ain’t right, bro. We’ve known about our deadline for too long for you not to have told her already.”

Minseok looked at Chen for a moment before squinting, “Can you all stop making me feel worse for a second?”

“No.” said Suho, Chen and Baekhyun simultaneously.

Minseok sighed before running his hand over his face, “It’s harder than it sounds-okay?”

Suho pulled out Baekhyun’s stool and sat on it, “Does she think that you are going to stay here permanently?”

Minseok itched the back of his head, “Yeah-I think so.”

Baekhyun hit Minseok’s shoulder and Minseok spun around to face him, “What was that for?!”

Baekhyun placed his hands on his hips as he shook his head, “You’re so mean! You should’ve told her the moment we finished our album! What kind of boyfriend are you?” he whined the last question.

Minseok eye’s widened defensively, “If you had a girlfr-“

Baekhyun wriggled his eyebrows, “Who says I don’t?”

Chen’s eyebrows flew up, “Wait-you and Taeyeon are back together?”

Baekhyun sighed, “Do you have to bring her up right now?”

Suho folded his arms as he sat on the stool, “How could they be back together? He hasn’t talked to her in months.”

Chen shook his head, “No! He just talked with her last week!”

Suho’s head turned quickly to look at Baek, “Wait-really?”

Baekhyun looked flustered, “What-no-I mean-“ He placed his hands on his hips before furrowing his brows at Suho, “Look who’s talking about relationships-IRENE!”

Chen frowned, “Irene? Don’t you mean Jisoo?”

Suho suddenly threw his hands up in the air, “OK-OK-Can we please focus on the main problem here?”

Baek squinted, “Oh so now you want to focus.”

Suho folded his arms, “Minseok, how do you plan on telling Marion that your leaving?”

When there was no reply all the boys turned to look at the doorframe that Minseok had been leaning against before, only to find no one there.

“Minseok?” Baekhyun asked, cluelessly.

Chen blinked, “Where’d he go?”

Suho sighed, “Great.”

Minseok ran up the stairs of the rather shabby apartment building. He stopped running when he made it to her floor, slipping his hand in his pocket to get the key.

“She’s not here yet.”

Minseok froze before turning around slowly to see an older man-probably late 40s or so, with brown hair that was greying with age. Through the ragged sweater the man was wearing Minseok noticed the man’s hands and neck were covered in tattoos. It took Minseok a moment-but he finally recognized the guy-it was Marion’s Uncle. Uncle Calvin.

Uncle Calvin waved his hand, “Oh-don’t look at me like that. I’ve been waiting here for bout’ an hour and she still hasn’t shown up yet. Bet ya don’t know where she is either-do ya?”

Minseok didn’t get the chance to reply when Calvin suddenly snapped his fingers, “Oh wait-I remember you? You’re that guy-that asshole that helped Marion kick me out of the hospital.”

Minseok clenched his jaws, “That’s me.”

Uncle Calvin suddenly furrowed his brows and grabbed Minseok’s collar. His breath reeked of alcohol and smoke as he spoke, “You stay away from my niece you fucking bastard. You usin’ my niece for her pretty little looks-I’ll cut you-“

Minseok suddenly grabbed the old man and shoved him off of him straight into the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he yelled, furiously.

Uncle Calvin was heaving heavy breathes as he leaned against the wall before shaking his head, he waved his hand dismissively and spoke as if out of breath, “Oh-man. I’m sorry-I ain’t-I didn’t-“ He shook his head, “I ain’t mean that, son. I just really need to talk to my niece.”

Minseok scowled. He had never gotten the chance to ask Marion in detail why she disliked her uncle but he just knew that he had betrayed her family of some sort. That was more than Minseok needed to already start disliking this man.

“What the hell do you want from Marion?” Minseok asked, sharply.

Uncle Calvin suddenly looked as if an idea passed through his eyes. The man held out his hands and spoke, calmly-suggestively, “Look-ya want me to leave Marion alone?”

Minseok furrowed his brows before nodding slowly.

Uncle Calvin nodded eagerly, “Yeah? Then give me money. Give me a couple thousand dollars and I swear I won’t come a foot near my niece agai-“

Minseok laughed dryly, “Is that what you’re here for-Money?”

Uncle Calvin nodded sadly, “Yes-money.” The man’s eyes suddenly became eager and desperate as he took a step closer to Minseok, “I need money. You don’t understand-I’ll do anything. I’ll even pay you back later if that’s what you want-“ He stepped closer, clasping his hands together.

Minseok held up a hand, interrupting sharply, “SHUT UP-just shut up and get the hell out of my face!”

Uncle Calvin scrambled back.

Minseok furrowed his brows, asking-accusingly, “Hasn’t her family given you enough money already?”

He ignored that and instead spoke more insistently, “Look-you want me to stay away from her don’t you? Why don’t you just ease some of her stress and give me some money now and act like this never happened? You’d be such a good boyfriend if you did that and I’d even give you my blessing to marry her since she ain’t got her father to give you-“

Minseok suddenly pointed down the hallway, “Get the fuck out!”

Her Uncle looked stunned, “What?”

Minseok looked at him with such a sharp intensity that the man couldn’t help but shrink back slightly. “I said…,” Minseok started, quietly. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” Minseok’s voice rang through the hallway.

Her Uncle shuffled back and starting moving down the hallway. Before he disappeared down the stairs her Uncle stopped and looked at Minseok, “You’re going to regret this, just like her Dad did.”

“What?!” Minseok said, sharply.

But her Uncle was gone.

Marion walked into her apartment with a wide smile on her face and shopping bags in her hands. She locked the door close behind herself and froze when she turned and saw Minseok-sitting eerily still on one of the stools by the countertop. From the tenseness of his frame and serious set to his mouth she could tell something was not alright. She saw that he had been zoned out but the moment his eyes went to her smiling face-his gaze softened. Her smile fell, “Minseok-whats wrong?”

Oh-um-you’re Uncle came just came back. I saw him at the door and he was here to visit you just to ask for money and might have just said something that relates him to the cause of your Dad’s death-but he was drunk so we can’t be sure if he meant what he said. Oh, and you know, I’m leaving back to South Korea in two weeks and I don’t know when I’ll be back. Minseok sighed before shaking his head and leaning his elbows on the counter and running his hands through his hair.

Marion placed her bags down gently on the ground before walking over to him. She was still in a light mood from her shopping spree with Jasmine-it was as if she didn’t want to accept the seriousness of his mood just yet. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she stood behind him. “What’s wrong?” she said, quietly.

He shook his head, moving his hands to cover his face. His voice came out muffled behind his hands, “I can’t.”

She sighed, before placing her chin on shoulder and wrapping her arms around his waist. She murmured, softly, “Why can’t we just be happy-”

He spun around in his stool to face her and she took a step back. His eyes wide as he looked at her, “You’re not happy?”

She looked down at him, “You’re not happy.”

“But I was.” He said, looking up at her intently, “Before.”

“Then what’s making you sad now?” she asked, softly.

He looked away and locked his jaws. He was still when he felt her hand touch his neck and fingers slide up in his hair.

“You make me happy.” She said, quietly-as if admitting to something she wasn’t willing to admit until now. He looked up at her as she continued, “You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been in a while.”

He stared up at her-something about those words made him want to carve out his heart and just give it to her. He suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap and grabbed the back of her head to kiss her fiercely. His kiss was filled with such lust, frustration and passion that it reminded her of how much she was loved-how much she needed. How she drove him crazy, just like he did to her.

He held her tightly in the circle of his arms, winding his arms so tightly around her as if he were planning to never let go. She cupped the sides of his face, letting him slip his tongue through her mouth as he kissed her with such fervor. His mouth pressed into hers harder as if trying to capture more of her than he already was. His hand ran down her back, so gently-despite the hardness of their kiss-that it drove her insane. She shivered-pressing herself closer to him, being in love with him was so intoxicating-each touch of his would only fill her with more desire.

His hand suddenly came to her jaw, tilting her head back so he could kiss down her mouth to her neck. She let out a moan as her legs tightened around him and her hands buried themselves deep into his hair. His lips moved against the soft skin of her neck that met her shoulder before he stopped and let her head fall onto his shoulder and held her legs tightly around himself. He stood up with her in his arms and went to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Jasmine had to tilt her head all the way back to look at the huge, brightly lit tree in front of Rockefeller Plaza. There was no performances going on today-so there was no one but a few other passerby-ers like them. The tree looked huge and phenomenal in against the dark, cold sky of NYC and the bright light of the building behind him made it look as if the tree was glowing. The tree was covered in lights and ornaments that sparkled with color and animation. The tree felt alive.

The sounds of honking and chatter surrounded them while instrumental Christmas music flowed through from a street performance not too far behind. The smell of baked goods, candles and smoke scented the city as a breeze of icy, cold wind dusted through the air. Jasmine pulled her woolen scarf tighter around her neck.

“Here.” Kyungsoo said from beside her as he handed her the cream filled cup of Toffee Nut Latte he had ordered from Starbucks.

She looked over at him and frowned, “Why?”

He shook his head, “I can’t finish it.”

She looked back at the tree, “Why did you order a venti size, I told you to just get a tall or grande.”

“I thought I would be able to finish it.” He stated, still holding the Christmas themed red cup in her face.

She sighed before reaching out and taking the cup, “You should’ve got the Caramel Brulee latte.”

“I wanted to try one of the Christmas specials.” He said, calmly.

“That was one of the Christmas Specials.” She said, before taking a sip of the drink.

He shrugged. “Caramel’s not my favorite.”

She shook her head, “You’re insane.”

He frowned and looked at her, “You have to respect other people’s opinions.”

“That’s hard to do when the opinion is insane.”

“You can’t just call other people’s opinions insane-”

“You’re insane.”

He turned and looked at her beside him for a moment before muttering, “I give up.”

She smiled slightly before taking another sip from her drink. She felt his big eyes staring at her-and she didn’t look at him when she asked-calmly, “What is it?”

He looked down and shrugged, kicking a rock with the tip of his shoe, “I-um-“he mumbled off.

Jasmine turned and looked at him, the straw of the drink still in her mouth as she raised a brow.

His big black eyes met with her dark hazel ones. “I’m leaving to South Korea in a few weeks.”

She stayed silent as she looked at him-something about his eyes made her feel as if he was going to continue.

“And I don’t know when I’ll be back.” He said, quietly.

“So that means…you’re leaving-forever?” Jasmine said, slowly and a bit confused.

He nodded before shaking his head, “Yes-I mean no-I mean…possibly.”

She was silent, her mind churning with thoughts as she locked her jaws. She swallowed before returning her eyes back onto his. His big eyes held such an intensity that she was rendered speechless.

“To make me come back…I need to know if there will be something worthwhile for me to come back to.” He said, his deep voice rumbled as his big eyes still held her gaze.

She sucked in a sharp breath, “Wait-what?” She knew what he had said-but it just didn’t register.

He tilted his head, taking a step closer to her, “Javier is not a good guy. You need to let him go.”

She looked away from him at the tree, “We’re not together.”

Kyungsoo nodded before speaking firmly, “I know-but when he comes knocking on your door next week you really can’t open it for him. Yes, he wants you but he’s not willing to change himself to be with you.”

At her silence he only grew more firm, “I don’t care how long you’ve known him. I don’t care if he was there for you when you needed help once. I don’t care if your family wants you to be with him. If you’re not happy in the relationship then it all doesn’t matter.”

She looked back at him, her jaws tightening as she saw the strength in his big eyes that he truly meant what he said.

“You’re right-” she said, not sure why her voice was rising, “That’s why I broke up with him-but what are you trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is...if you wait for me I can make you happy.”

[glowingjunmyeon]

Lost & Found (an EXO fanfic) - ch.21

Idol!AU

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Warning: Language

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Marion’s life was going perfectly well before it had fell apart. She had moved out from her family’s house to New York City almost a year ago to attend her dream college. She had gotten a small job and had a great group of friends to keep her happy. Then everything went downhill the moment she found out that her father had died. What made it worse was the fact that her father’s bank account was mysteriously empty, leaving her and her family completely broke. Marion suddenly didn’t have any time to go to college anymore or even grieve her father’s death as she thrown into working multiple jobs to support her family. Her happy college days were gone, instead replaced with working at a Chicken restaurant during the day and serving people drinks at a bar by night. It wasn’t until a rather handsome man walks through the Bar doors that lightens things up in her life. He’s attractive, charming and likable-everything a girl would want in a man-until he does something that leaves her never wanting to see him again…but he still wants to see her.

Sometimes you live with memories that you wish you could forget, but not always regret.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23

Marion was leaning against the front counter of the Chirping Chicken, watching Darius-the new dirty blonde, dark blue eyed high school senior that was hired since Mike had resigned. She scowled when she saw him making a group of teenage girls laugh as he took their order. She had heard him talking sweetly to a girl on the phone during his lunch break-so seeing him flirt and flash smiles at girls in the restaurant was downright disappointing. “I’m so glad high school is over.” Marion mumbled. “Everyone is so immature that it’s embarrassing.”

Jasmine-who had been talking beside her-frowned, “Hello! Marion are you even listening to me?”

Marion looked over at Jasmine blankly, “No-sorry-I zoned out.” She said, apologetically.

Jasmine rolled her eyes before her phone started ringing in her apron pocket. Marion watched Jasmine glance down at the caller ID before shutting it off.

Marion saw Jasmine’s dull expression before stating, “Javier.”

Jasmine reached her hands to readjust her brown haired bun. “Yep.”

Marion frowned, “Didn’t you guys break up though?”

Jasmine looked exasperated, “Yes! Yes, we did! I don’t know what he wants this time!”

Marion made a face, before turning to look at Darius-who was still chatting with the girls, “Why are men so problematic?”

Jasmine shook her head, speaking wistfully, “I wish I fucking knew, bro.”

Marion suddenly furrowed her brows and looked at her, “You know-Minseok is actually….is actually acting weird with me. It’s so…I’m not used it-and I never thought that would happen to us. I don’t know what to think about it.”

Jasmine snapped her fingers, “Oh yeah! So did he tell you?”

Marion looked at her, “Tell me what?”

Jasmine spoke nonchalantly with a raised brow, “About how they are all moving back to South Korea next week?”

“WHAT?!”

Jasmine blinked, “Oh honey, no wonder he’s acting weird.”

To say that Marion was mad would be an understatement.

She was furious.

Even more so because of the fact that Minseok wasn’t answering any of her several calls. She was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed as she stared at her phone resting on the coffee table before her. She stared at a few moments longer before standing up and shutting off the TV. There was no use of trying to distract herself when everything she was feeling was still taking up her mind.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and she ran over, swinging the door open wide. “You-“she quickly cut herself off when she realized that it wasn’t Minseok at the door. Instead she was greeted with two angry looking, black clad, muscular thugs holding her Uncle Calvin by each arm. Except Uncle Calvin wasn’t normal, his eyes were wide with fear and his nose and shirt were covered in blood. Marion gasped.

One of them spoke, his voice gruff and laced with annoyance, “You his niece?”

Marion looked at Uncle Calvin-his eyes were lolling and it looked as if it was hard for him to even be standing. “What the hell did you do to him?” she whispered.

The thug shoved him towards her and she staggered back as she caught him in her arms.

The thug pointed at her, his voice firm and dangerous, “Tell em’ not to pay up fucking late next time.”

The second man chuckled, his blue eyes running down her body. “Bye…sweetie.”

Marion slammed the door shut before placing her Uncle down on the couch. She stepped back from him, looking down at her shirt-which was now painted in red. She saw her Uncle’s eyes flutter as he slumped down on her couch.

“What the hell did you do!?!” Marion almost screamed.

Uncle Calvin tried to sit up but then-suddenly-smiled, “I did exactly what he said. I paid me dues late.” He chuckled.

Marion stared at him, disgusted, “Why the hell did you join a fucking gang?”

Uncle Calvin laughed, throwing his head as he did so.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE CITY?!” she yelled.

That seemed to get his attention. His eyes snapped back on hers.

His voice came out surprisingly clear, “I had to meet our gang leader. I was late so he did what he had to do.” He smiled, “At least he didn’t kill me.”

Marion looked at him, her face frowning in disgust, “He should’ve.”

Uncle Calvin glared, “Honey, you better watch your mouth or I-I-“ He slurred off.

“You’ll what? You’ll WHAT?!” she yelled.

Uncle Calvin suddenly sat up, his glaring intensified, “You hate me so much, huh? Suppose that’s right after all I done to your family-“

“Hell-fucking-yeah!” she said, before leaning close to him while pointing her finger at his chest, “There is absolutely no reason for me to help you. NO REASON!”

“I’m your family.” He said, before laughing in her face. And that was when she smelled the alcohol from his breath.

“Fuck you.” She said, staring at him with pure disgust before walking to her kitchen to find her first aid kit.

“Remember when your Daddy went on that business trip of his? He was tryna buy another grocery store some place or whatever be-before he got himself killed in a car crash?”

She tried to ignore him as she fumbled through opening her kitchen cabinets randomly. Where the hell is the First Aid Kit? She thought with a frown.

Calvin laughed, “Well-I was there with your Mom, you know? The day I found out he died I went to your Mom. She was a fucking mess, I’ll tell ya. She was sobbing all over the damn place-I tried to take care of her. I did. But how can someone who don’t even know how to care of emself’ take care of his sister?”

He laughed as if that was especially funny.

“Anyway, anyway-while ya mom was sobbing all over the damn place. I tried to keep her house in order, feed the boys, clean the house, collect the mail…I collected the mail, you see…Then there was this one especially interesting letter…letter from the bank, you see.”

Marion suddenly froze.

“And I took it home…and I opened it. It was from the bank tellin’ yo Mom that she had to sign few of these papers to receive your daddy’s life insurance and savings money get transferred to her account.”

He whistled, “And boyyyy, was it a good amount of money. And I did what the hell I had to do.”

Marion stood up, “What did you do?”

“I blasted from ya Mom’s house and went to the bank-I transferred all that fucking money to my account, baby.” He said, with a relieved smile.

Marion was frozen.

He waved his hand casually, “I had to plagiarize ya Mom’s signature here and there. Cause ya Mom had to sign saying she wanted me to have it for me to get it. Whatever-I owe people a lot of money, ya see? I paid em all back…but I paid em all back too late. They was mad…OoohhH they was mad.” He shook his head, sadly.

Suddenly her Uncle ran his hand over his face, looking down at his hand as the blood from his nose ran onto it, “Fucking bitch clocked me on the nose.” He mumbled.

Marion’s knees felt weak. She reached her hand out on the counter to hold herself up, “How could you?” she didn’t realize she was shaking. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

Her Uncle suddenly stood up, shaking his head, “No-no-don’t hurt me please-please.”

Marion tried to take a step forward but ended up stumbling and falling to her knees. She clutched her face in her hands and broke down. Her shoulders shook as she gritted her teeth and sobbed. Anger, mixed with sadness and frustration spilled down her cheeks in the form of tears.

She heard the front door slam shut and didn’t have to look up at know that her Uncle had left.

She removed her hands from her face to yell after him, “HOW COULD YOUUUUUUU!”

She covered her face again, before curling in on herself on the floor. She cried and cried until she felt hollow.

She

cried

and

cried

until

it

didn’t

hurt.

Minseok slipped the key inside and unlocked her apartment door. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he saw her sitting beside the kitchen counter on a stool. Her back was faced to him.

Minseok walked towards her, “Mar, you called me so many times-did you forget that I told you that I was going have a busy today? I turn my phone off when I’m in the studio.“

“You didn’t tell me you were moving back to Korea.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, “I was planning to-”

She turned around, “There is a difference between planning to and actually doing it.”

Minseok opened his eyes and was stunned when he saw her. Her eyes were rimmed with red and her undereyes were puffy. Her lips looked swollen from gnawing at them too much-it was a habit of hers he noticed that she did whenever she was anxious. This couldn’t possibly be because he was leaving.

“Marion-what happened?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.

She shook her head, “It doesn’t matter what happened to me. If you can’t even tell me something as big as you leaving you clearly don’t care enough about me.”

Minseok then noticed that all of her kitchen cabinets were open and that there was blood on her shirt.

He stepped towards her, “Marion-what the hell happened?”

She stood up, shoving him back. “Stop changing the subject!”

He pointed at her shirt, “Why the hell is there blood on your shirt?”

She scoffed, “It’s not mine-Tell me, how long did you know? How long did you know that you were going to leave?!”

He ran a hand through his hair, flustered, “I-I knew since the moment I came here that I was going to leave. Our management only gave us a couple months to make our own album. It was supposed to be trip.”

She smiled a painfully tight smile, “Is that what I was too? A trip?”

“NO-No!” he said, his dark eyes intent, “I was just-“

She suddenly shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”

Minseok froze, raising a brow, “What?”

“It doesn’t matter because you’re not leaving.”

Minseok shook his head, speaking slowly, “I have to leave.”

The look in her eyes was suddenly desperate as she took a step towards him. “You can’t. Anything could happen to you and I-I won’t be there to…I won’t be there.”

Minseok hated the feeling that was plummeting through his stomach at her eyes, “Marion-I-“his voice broke.

He looked away from her, his voice firm, “I’m in a contract. I can’t break it.”

Marion’s voice was quiet, “You can’t leave me.”

Minseok looked at her-the intensity of her dark eyes holding his gaze. “I don’t want to.”

He took a step towards her, slipping his hand onto the side of her face, “I’ll come back.”

She placed her hand over his, closing her eyes as she let herself feel the warmth of his hand against her face. “When?” she whispered.

He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers, “I-I don’t know. But I know I’ll be back. I come back for you.”

She shook her head, pulling his hand away from her face and stepping back. “No-I can’t do this.”

He looked at her, “Do what?”

“I can’t do a long-distance relationship. Long-distance never works out.” She said, while running her hands through her hair.

He took a step towards her. “We’ll make it work. I can call-“

She shook her head, stepping back from him, “No-no, I can’t-it’s not going to work.”

He moved to take another step towards her but she held her hand out.

“We can-“ He spoke, his desperate and wanting.

She interrupted, “I don’t want to do long-distance.”

He looked at her intensely, “Why?”

“Why can’t you choose me over your contract?” she asked.

Minseok looked at her for a moment before shaking his head, “Don’t put me in that position, Marion.” he said, quietly.

“Exactly-so don’t put me in the position of doing something I don’t want to do.” She said, her voice firm but broken.

He looked at her-his eyes hurt, “But why?”

“Because long-distance never works out, Minseok!” she yelled.

His eyes were suddenly demanding, intense, “How can you say that about something you haven’t even tried yet?!”

She shook her head, stepping away from him. “No.” she said, quietly, “I can’t do it.”

“Mar-“

“It doesn’t matter! We’re fucked anyway!” she suddenly yelled.

He looked at her, his dark eyes hard, “How are we fucked?”

She laughed, dryly-in the way he hated the most. “Are you really asking? You can’t choose me over a contract and I’m not willing to try long-distance because-because I can’t stand not seeing you every day and I’d rather not have that anxiety of thinking about you all the time…I know how I am, Minseok. I won’t be able to handle it.”

He shook his head, “You’ll get-“

“We’re over.” She said, abruptly.

He looked at her, taken aback. “No, Mar-you can’t-“

She shook her head, “Don’t you see it-it doesn’t even matter if I say it. We already are.”

“No, we’re not!” He said, helplessly. “This isn’t it!”

Marion shook her head, stepping further away from him into the kitchen.

When he moved to try follow her, he noticed the half-empty beer bottle on the counter. “Mar, you’re drunk. You don’t mean it.”

She shook her head, looking at him across the counter. “I’m not drunk.”

He leaned across the counter, his voice soft and unwilling, “You are.”

Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes, “I’m not. I’m serious. You’ll realize that I’m serious about this when I say the same thing tomorrow.“

“No! You’re drunk! You don’t mean anything you say right now!” He yelled, moving himself to walk around the counter to her.

She suddenly held up her phone, “Don’t come any closer! I’ll call the cops-I swear it.”

Minseok stopped, his eyes hurt. “Marion.” He pleaded.

“Go.” She closed her eyes and tried to even out her voice.

“Marion, please.”

“Just. Go.” She said, her voice cold.

“Mars.” He said, quietly-insistently.

“Go.” Her voice sharper than ice.

She felt him move slowly before hearing the door slam shut. He left.

[glowingjunmyeon]

Lost and Found (an EXO fanfic) - ch.19

Idol!AU

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Warning: Cursing, 18+ sexual themes [M]

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Marion’s life was going perfectly well before it had fell apart. She had moved out from her family’s house to New York City almost a year ago to attend her dream college. She had gotten a small job and had a great group of friends to keep her happy. Then everything went downhill the moment she found out that her father had died. What made it worse was the fact that her father’s bank account was mysteriously empty, leaving her and her family completely broke. Marion suddenly didn’t have any time to go to college anymore or even grieve her father’s death as she thrown into working multiple jobs to support her family. Her happy college days were gone, instead replaced with working at a Chicken restaurant during the day and serving people drinks at a bar by night. It wasn’t until a rather handsome man walks through the Bar doors that lightens things up in her life. He’s attractive, charming and likable-everything a girl would want in a man-until he does something that leaves her never wanting to see him again…but he still wants to see her.

Sometimes you live with memories that you wish you could forget, but not always regret.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |  Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23

Minseok opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times before becoming aware of his surroundings. He felt a small bundle of warmth pressed against his chest as he looked down to see his arm around Marion’s body. He was holding her close against him. He hadn’t even realized that he had pulled her closer to him in his sleep and the fact that he had made him grin at himself. She felt so warm and comfortable and just seeing her next to him felt so…fulfilling.

He looked at the back of her head before leaning down slightly to press his lips against it. He let himself take in her scent as he closed his eyes, basking in the feeling. He felt his arm around her waist tighten to pull her closer than she already was. He suddenly moved his head back, and carefully loosened his arm around her-he didn’t want to wake her.

Imagine waking up to this every morning

The idea sent sparks down his veins and warmth fill his soul. He never thought he would ever feel this way. He let out a slight incredulous chuckle at himself but froze when he felt her move slightly. He felt her arm wind over his and press her small hand over his on her waist. She moved her head slightly so he now saw the side profile of her face.

“Minseok.” She said, her voice low but had a slight morning roughness to it.

He propped himself on his elbow, moving his face to press his lips against her cheek. She felt him use his nose to move her hair out of the way before pressing his lips to her neck gently. “Good morning.” He murmured.

She chuckled slightly.

God, she felt so nice. She suddenly moved in her spot on the bed and before he knew she was facing him. Her usually narrow dark eyes were wide and awake. She looked so alive, warmth radiated off of her. He couldn’t help but just love it. He smiled.

She squinted, “Is it normal for you to kiss someone awake?”

He chuckled, “No.”

She muttered, “Then why?”

He shrugged, casually, “Couldn’t help it.”

“Stop flirting.”

He laughed. “I’m not!”

“You’re always flirting.” She said, her dark eyes searching his face with a gentleness despite her words.

He grinned, “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

He grinned wider when he saw color creep slightly into her cheeks. She suddenly reached her hand out and shoved him and he burst out laughing.

She propped up on her elbow, “Minseok! If you don’t shu-“

He cut her off by capturing her lips in sweet, long kiss that melted her anger and filled her heart with that inexplicable feeling she got whenever he kissed her. He pulled away, a smile on his lips as he placed his head back on the pillow.

She blinked, her eyes still locked on his as she contemplated everything.

He placed his hand on her shoulder before running his hand down her arm gently, “What?” He asked, sensing something off, “Why are looking at me like that?”

She realized that she was staring and she looked away, “Nothing-I just…I guess I’m just not used to this.” She murmured, unsurely.

He looked at her with an emotion her mind failed to identify but her heart read, “Well, you’re going to have to get used to it.”

She raised a brow with a slight smile on her lips, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He said, firmly.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t plan to let you go.”

“It hasn’t even been a day yet and you’re back? Are you really that much of an idiot?” Jasmine scolded as she looked at Kyungsoo. She had just been leaving the Chirping Chicken to catch him mid-way at the door about to step inside. But before he could enter she had grabbed his elbow and pulled him away, walking all the way to the end of the street. People walked around them as they stood beside a food stand.

“I’m not an idiot.” Kyungsoo’s deep voice replied, “It just felt rude to stop coming to the restaurant. She’s still my friend.”

“I already told her that you said that you couldn’t come everyday cause you’re busy-“

“But that’s a lie.” He muttered, looking a bit sad.

She sighed, letting go of his elbow, “Look, do you want to move on or not?”

“I do.” He said, his eyes suddenly alert.

“And you know I’m tryna help you do that right?” She said, her wide eyes peering into his big ones to make sure he understood.

He nodded.

“What were you even going to say to her if you saw her today?” She asked, curious.

“I was just going to ask her to go watch a movie with me.” He muttered.

“A movie? Why?”

Kyungsoo shrugged, frustratedly, as he threw his head back and looked up at the dull grey sky, “I don’t know. I just missed her.” He blurted out, honestly. Kyungsoo would never admit it but he was aching to talk to someone about it, to let the burden of the small ball of frustration that was rolling around in his stomach be known to anyone else.

Jasmine looked at him for a moment before shaking his head, “Do you think going to the movies with her will help you move on?”

Kyungsoo looked back at Jasmine, “No but…at least I’d still be in her presence?” his voice rose unsurely at the end.

Kyungsoo faced palmed himself, “I sound like such a fucking idiot.”

Jasmine nodded, patting his shoulder, “Heartbreak does that to you, son.”

Kyungsoo looked at her, “What am I going to do with the two movie tickets I booked now?”

“Damn, you were that confident that she was going to come with you?” Jasmine raised a brow.

“Well-yeah. I know her shift ends around this time.” Kyungsoo stated.

Jasmine asked, “When’s the movie start?”

Kyungsoo glanced at his watch, “About 10 minutes.”

Jasmine grabbed his elbow, before running, “Well, we better get going!”

“Marion, hurry up!” Minseok yelled, as he paced in her apartments living room while occasionally glancing at the clock. “I don’t want to be late!”

He was already dressed in his suit for the Snowflake ball. He had decided to just go for the simple all black suit look, minus the only exception of color to be his silver tie. Which stood out nicely against all the black. Minseok was tempted to run his hand through his hair before dropping it when he realized that he had gelled it back, except for the few small strands he had left to purposely hang over his forehead. “Marion!” He called out, again.

“I’m sorry! I just-ah-I’m almost done!” He heard her reply hastily from her bedroom. Then he heard her call out, “I still don’t get why you’re bringing me to this thing! I’m not even invited!”

Minseok had decided-rather last minute-that he wanted to bring Marion to the UNICEF Snowflake Ball with himself. He was going to do something that he had never done before. He was going to arrive at the Ball with her and announce her as his partner to the world. He didn’t care about what anyone thought or what the consequences could be, he just didn’t want to hide it anymore. He knew his idea was rash when he had just walked into BVLGARI store until he found a nice looking dress on a mannequin and told the store staff to bag it because he was going to buy it. But he just didn’t care. He wasn’t afraid anymore. He wasn’t going to hide his relationship for fear of what people might think-which was what his management had drilled into all of him and his bandmates brains.

“Marionnnn.” Minseok complained as he looked at the clock. He wanted to arrive earlier than his band members to the ball so they wouldn’t be able to stop him.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He heard her calm voice say as she stepped out of her bedroom.

He spun around when he heard the clop of her heels against the floor as she walked out. He froze, his eyes going dark as he slowly ran his eyes down her body. The dress was a fresh, icy white color that framed her body to the waist and reached the floor, trailing along the ground slightly from the back. Her leg peeked through the thigh-high slit, exposing her glittering pointed white heels. The triangle bodice of the dress-and the rather sultry V neckline-brought out the curves in her body that he had yet to see. The whisper of the outline of her hips and slight dip of the waist-hugging dress…She looked absolutely stunning.

He knew that he had seen the dress already on the mannequin but he just didn’t expect exactly how good she would look in it.

And suddenly he was hard. He could feel himself starting poke out and strain against his suit pants. Holy shit. His eyes widened as he turned around, looking at anything but her. He knew that this was uncalled for but he couldn’t help it. Recently, anything and everything she had been doing would somehow get him hard and it would just be so frustrating to deal with but he told himself he would wait. He would wait for her. But that was getting harder and harder to keep up to day by day. He scolded himself mentally for not thinking beforehand when he had got her that dress. He just thought she would look phenomenal in it-and she did.

”Minseok-what’s wrong?” she asked, concern lacing through her voice as he heard her take a step forward.

He swallowed, closing his eyes before opening them and looking down at the dent that poked out of his suit pants. He mouthed multiple curses.

She looked at his back facing her, curiously, noticing the tenseness of his posture through the suit. Why did he turn around so fast? She took another step towards him, “Minseok-do you not like it? You know you can tell me…even though I don’t know why you wouldn’t like it since you picked it out.” She spoke, calmly but with an undertone of confusion.

She stepped towards him again, noticing that his head was hanging now. She placed her hand in between of his shoulder blades on his back. “Minseok?” she repeated confusedly.

Marion suddenly placed her hand on his shoulder and tried to turn him but he wouldn’t budge. Her brows furrowed in confusion, “Minseok-talk to me!” She tried to move his shoulder once more, “Look at me-“ She didn’t realize that she had moved her hand so fast that when she did turn him he did turn around but he also fell back against the couch.

Marion looked down at Minseok to see his uniquely shaped eyes wide and dark as he looked up at her from his seat on the couch. Her gaze dropped to the noticeable bulge that was poking out of his pants and her heart skipped multiple beats. Oh.

She swallowed before lowering herself to sit on his lap, not removing her eyes from his dark gaze. She knew he was watching her every move carefully as she sat herself mid-way on his thighs, but not directly atop his protruding bulge. She could hear his uneven breathing as she placed her hand on his shoulder and then winded her other hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. She leaned forward, placing her lips hotly on his, kissing him passionately and hard as she pushed him further back into the couch. She felt him grip her thigh in surprise before kissing her back with twice the ferocity. Sending her in frenzy as she gripped his hair tightly in her fingers to kiss him back harder. He gripped her thigh tightly before moving his other hand up the side of her body, slipping his hand into the curve of her waist as he pulled her closer.

He pried open her lips hungrily and demanding, his tongue running through her mouth for more as he ran his hand up her back into her hair-pulling out her loosely curled low bun to release her thick long black locks. She felt him press his hand to the back of her neck-pressing her lips closer to his as she moaned. She ignored the pain of his hand gripping her thigh tightly and let her body feel his desperation and need as she moved her hips sensually above his groin. She felt his hardness poking her and moved to raise her body over it, moving her hips in a way that seemed natural over his member.

Minseok threw his head back and groaned as his hands suddenly gripped her hips. A string of curse words left his mouth. As she looked at his neck she was tempted to kiss his adams apple and did exactly that when she leaned forward and kissed his neck, leaving a slight lipstick stain. She ran her hands down his chest as she swayed her hips over his bulge. She heard him groan and a spike of pleasure ran through her body. She was moving by instinct, she wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing. She suddenly started unbuttoning his shirt but then stopped halfway when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, his dark eyes filled with lust but sharp at the same time, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” His voice was rough.

She looked at him intently, “I want to.”

He closed his eyes, those were the exact words he’d been dying to hear but he couldn’t help but make sure. He opened his eyes half-way, asking once again, “Are you sure?”

She nodded, slowly. Her voice barely above a whisper but yet firm, “Yes.”

“We aren’t going to the party if you continue.” He said, his voice ragged.

She looked at him, “I don’t care.” She said, before placing her hand over the straining bulge in his pants. He squeezed his eyes shut.

He suddenly grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips before standing up and holding her as he walked to her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and fell parallel atop of her, placing his elbows beside either side of her head as he enraptured her lips fiercely with his. She gasped, his body pressed against hers was causing her to feel as if she were lit on fire. She felt his bulge against the bottom half of her stomach and shivered when she felt Minseok run his hand down the front of her body. He tilted his head to kiss her with more passion than she has ever felt before and it was making her go crazy.

He pressed his hips against hers to keep her legs still as he moved his lips to neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his lips mark the skin of her neck. She let out an uneven breath when she felt him place a trail of kisses down the front of her body to the middle of her chest. He slipped off the straps of her dress down her shoulders before placing short sweet kisses along her collarbone. She gripped his hair tightly in her fingers as he slowly lowered his trail of kisses to the untouched skin in between her breasts.

She moaned before using her fingers in his hair to pull his head up and clash her lips passionately against his. He replied by kissing with double the ferocity. Their lips and tongues clashed against each other as he tilted his head to kiss her hungrily. He made her go insane with desire. She pushed him back, causing him to sit upright in the middle of the bed. His dark eyes watched her when she sat up and moved to sit on his lap, meeting her lips with his once again whilst removing his suit jacket hastily off of him. He moved his arms to help her get him out of the burden of his clothes. She gripped his black dress-shirt in her fists and yanked it up-untucking it from his belt. He broke the kiss to hastily take it off.

Her eyes ran over his shirtless body, before letting her hands slowly run down his toned chest and abs. She shivered, it was better than she had imagined. Their loud uneven breathes mingled as she let her hands explore his upper body and he basked in the feeling of her touch. She wanted so much-and each touch was only making her need grow stronger. She suddenly felt his hand grip the back of her head as he caught her lips-hard, with his. She felt his hand run down the arch of her back, pulling down her dress with it. Her hands ran feverishly over his shoulders and back before placing her hand on his belt mid-kiss. She fumbled with his belt before finally managing to briskly pull it off.

He groaned when her hand grazed over his protruding member and once his belt was thrown off, he threw himself on top of her-laying her back down on the bed with him on top. Suddenly he broke the kiss-placing another love mark on the other side of her neck before moving off the bed to fully pull down her dress off of her body. His breathe caught.

The only piece of clothing she wore was her lacey white underwear and her heels. Her body ached with emotions as she saw his eyes darken with lust as they ran down her body. He shook his head, causing his already messy hair to become more ruffled before grabbing her feet and pulling off her heels and kicking off his own shoes.

She moaned when he climbed back on top of her, placing a trail of kisses up her body and down again, from her neck to her stomach while caressing her breast in his hands. Her legs moved restlessly, causing him to place to hand on her hip to hold her down. She arched her back when he kissed the skin above her underwear teasingly slow and shivered when his hands ran down her thighs. “Minseok-“ she breathed out, roughly as she ran her hands restlessly through her own hair since his was out of reach.

Suddenly Minseok’s dark eyes were over hers and his face was just inches away. She felt his hips hold hers down, feeling his hardness pressed against her lower belly.

She leaned up trying to kiss him and this was the first time that he moved back. He instead placed his hand on the side of her cheek, before running his thumb gently over her cheekbone.

“What do you want, Marion?” His voice was quiet and hoarse. He knew he shouldn’t take advantage of her like this-when her mind and body’s thoughts weren’t one. But he wanted to know. He had to make sure. “Tell me what you want?”

She ran her hands up his broad back, “I want-I want you.”

His thumb ran over her lips, slowly, “You’re too good to me, baby.” He muttered.

His dark eyes softened on hers before crashing his lips hard onto hers. He held her lips captive in a sensual, long, hot kiss before breaking it and climbing off the bed to pull her panties down and slip out of his pants and boxers. Her eyes widened at his hard, bulging length, begging to be tamed. Her uneven breathes rose as he slowly spread her legs. His dark eyes on hers reassured her with unspoken words before finally thrusting his hips through her, causing her to cry out and arch her back in pain. Then slowly-with each quickening thrust the pain subsided, accelerating into waves of pleasure running through her body and pulse through her soul with each thrust.

Their warm breathes mingled.

Their lips locked.

Cries of pleasure and moans bounced off the walls.

Her name was repeated on his lips.

The neighbors did not sleep well that night.

Marion woke up to the feeling of strong arms holding her. She pried her eyes open slowly before turning to look and see the sunlight streaming through the small crack of her dark burgundy curtains. She felt Minseok slightly shift beside her before saying-with the morning roughness in his voice- “Morning, sunshine.”

Marion resisted the urge to face palm herself as a slight smile slipped onto the edge of her lips, “Seriously?” she mumbled.

She felt him lean down and kiss her neck, “Mhmmm.” He said.

She shook her head before trying to sit up-suddenly pain shot up her backside and she cried out before falling back against the bed. Minseok sat up immediately, his hand on her shoulder as he looked down at her, “Marion-what happened?” His voice sharp as his eyes searched her face and the bed.

Marion felt the redness creep into her cheeks, “Ah, it’s nothing.” She said, avoiding his gaze.

She felt his grip on her shoulder tighten and when she finally looked at him his brow was raised, questioningly, “Tell me.”

She shifted slightly, but his hand on her shoulder prevented her from positioning herself in any way that didn’t allow him to see her face. She sighed, “I just-I just felt a little sore-“

“Sore?” He questioned.

“Pain.” She restated, “I felt a little pain when I tried to move.”

She saw his eyes click with understanding, a grin-slowly but shyly-curled onto the corner of his lip, “Oh.” He slipped his hand around her back, then slowly helped her sit up on the bed.

He looked at her, his unique eyes wide, “Better?”

She nodded, “Yeah-thanks.” She wrapped Minseok’s loose black dress-shirt tighter around herself-even though most of it was already buttoned.

She looked at him for a moment. Running her eyes over his tousled black hair and perfectly chiseled bare chest. A spike of emotion crawled through her body when she remembered gripping his hair tightly in her fingers and running her hands down his back during the events that occurred last night. She flushed-looking at anything but him when she said, “I’m going to go take a shower.”

He nodded slowly, looking down his hand on the bed sheets. “Mhmm.” He replied, calmly.

Just as she was about to stand up he muttered, “Wait.”

She sat back and turned to look at him, “What?

He raised his head and moved his hand to cup her chin, running his lips over hers warmly and gentle before leaning his head back and dropping his hand. “Sorry-now you can go.”

She looked at him for a second before shaking her head and standing up, making sure to walk carefully as she made her way to the bathroom.

He watched her go with a small smile on his lips.

When Marion first stepped out of the shower the only thing that she could think was I’m sore. Each step that she took sent a shot of pain up her body, especially between her legs. Marion looked in the bathroom mirror, moving her head to the side to see the trail of hickeys that now marked her neck. She ran her fingers over them slowly before hastily throwing her hair over her shoulder to cover it.

She walked out of the bathroom into her bedroom to find Minseok standing in the middle of her room with her bedsheets missing.

“Where are my bedsheets?” she asked, raising a brow.

His itched the back of his head, flushing, “I-ah-took them to the laundromat downstairs because…ya know…you-ah-“

“You went to the laundromat shirtless?” she said, her eyes widening.

He looked down at himself, “Oh-shit. I just realized.” He looked back at her with a slight grin on his face. He tilted his head, “Oops.”

She rolled her eyes and threw his black dress-shirt at him. “Put something on.” She muttered.

He caught it, “Thanks.” He said, flashing her a flirtatious smile before slipping it on and swiftly buttoning it up.

He walked over to her and slipped his hand into hers before taking her eagerly with him to the kitchen, “I made breakfast for us.”

The moment the doors of the elevator opened Minseok was sprayed with water. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He hollered as he almost slipped inside the elevator, holding onto the handle of the elevator for his dear life.

He hastily ran his hand over his face, shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes. Once he blinked he was greeting with Baekhyun’s bright cheeky smile standing in the door way, with a water gun in his hands.

Minseok shoved him, “What’s your damn problem, Baek!” he yelled, annoyedly, before storming past him. He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know that Baek was following him.

Minseok glanced at the kitchen and then the living room. Empty. “Where is everyone?” He asked.

“Where were you last night?! You know we almost got late because of you-we waited almost an hour.” Baek said, walking quickly to match Minseok’s pace.

Minseok ran a hand through his hair before pushing open his bedroom door, “I thought Suho said he wasn’t going to wait.” Minseok mumbled.

Baekhyun slipped inside the room and plopped down in the middle of Minseok’s bed. “You know Suho is mad at you, right? Suho is really mad. He was so mad yesterday too. Why didn’t you pick up your phone?”

Minseok glanced at him before slipped his phone out of his pocket to check the dozens of notifications that were on his screen. Minseok placed the phone down before muttering, “It was on silent.”

Baekhyun leaned forward, pouting his lips as he furrowed his brows, “Why?” he questioned.

Minseok looked down at his shirt, frowning as he saw how drenched it was. “Did you really have to spray me?” he muttered.

“Yes!” Baekhyun said, eagerly, “That’s part of your punishment! You’re going to get it worse though because I don’t think Suho is going to talk to you.”

Minseok made a face before entering his closet, “Really?” he asked, dryly.

“Yeah! He said so himself!” Baekhyun said, his brown eyes wide.

Minseok picked out a simple grey shirt, “He always says that.”

Baekhyun looked insistent, “No but I really think he is serious, man.”

Minseok turned around from Baekhyun as he slipped off his wet shirt, “He always says that whenever any of us piss him off. But he talks to us anyway the next day.”

Baekhyun suddenly gasped.

Minseok spun around, looking at Baek’s wide eyes. “What?” Minseok asked.

Baekhyun eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets any second, he raised his hand to point at Minseok before standing up, “You-you-“ Baekhyun suddenly covered his mouth with his hands.

Minseok walked over to him, “What?! What is it, Baek!”

Baekhyun looked at him, “Your back…you have…fingernail marks and-and red h-hand marks on your back-oh my gwadd!” Baekhyun suddenly released a huge, cheeky, stunned smile before starting to hop in the spot he stood. “Man, did you really?!” Baekhyun squealed.

Minseok flushed, hastily grabbing his grey shirt and slipping it on. Minseok turned just in time to see Baekhyun make a bee-line to the door.

Minseok ran over and slammed the door shut just before Baekhyun almost opened it. Minseok blocked the door, “What do you think you’re doing?” Minseok questioned.

Baekhyun jumped, gushing, “Can I tell one member? Please, Just one member?”

Minseok made a face, Out of all the members that had to find out why did it have to be him?

Baekhyun made a puppy dog face, “Can I just tell Chen then? Just Chen-after I tell Chen then I won’t tell anyone else-I promise!”

Minseok shook his head, “You can’t-“

They both jumped when they heard someone thump Minseok’s door from the other side. The door swung open to reveal a whiny Chen, “YahHH-Why are you all yelling-WAE! I’m trying to take a nap!” he complained, with puffy small eyes as he wandered into the room anyway.

Chen rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands before finally realizing Minseok was there. “Ya-Minseok? Minseok! Where were you yesterday?” He questioned, innocently.

Baekhyun blurted, “He had sex with Marion.”

“BAEKHYUNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!”

sooOOOOooooo it finally happenedddd ^o^ tell me what ya think!

[glowingjunmyeon]

Lost and Found (an EXO fanfic) - ch.17

Idol!AU

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Marion’s life was going perfectly well before it had fell apart. She had moved out from her family’s house to New York City almost a year ago to attend her dream college. She had gotten a small job and had a great group of friends to keep her happy. Then everything went downhill the moment she found out that her father had died. What made it worse was the fact that her father’s bank account was mysteriously empty, leaving her and her family completely broke. Marion suddenly didn’t have any time to go to college anymore or even grieve her father’s death as she thrown into working multiple jobs to support her family. Her happy college days were gone, instead replaced with working at a Chicken restaurant during the day and serving people drinks at a bar by night. It wasn’t until a rather handsome man walks through the Bar doors that lightens things up in her life. He’s attractive, charming and likable-everything a girl would want in a man-until he does something that leaves her never wanting to see him again…but he still wants to see her. Sometimes you live with memories that you wish you could forget, but not always regret.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |  Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18  | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21  

Marion woke up-her hands running over the luxurious soft blankets that had been thrown over her. She opened her eyes slowly, looking around at the familiar bedroom around her. She was in Minseok's bedroom, and just like he would last night-he had slept on the floor.

She turned over on the bed, to peer down at Minseok laying on the floor. He looked comfortable, laying on the layers of blankets that he had made himself a bed with. His short wavy haired head rested on the pillow and his legs stretched outwards off of his makeshift bed. She smiled, shaking her head before sitting up and running her hands through her long black hair. She hastily tucked it behind her ears before standing up and walking over to him. She bent down, picking up the blanket that he had kicked off and threw it over him.

She heard him grunt slightly and she chuckled. She sat down beside him, looking at his face to check if he really was still sleeping-and he still was. She turned to look at the clock-9:30 am-thankfully her Wednesday schedule changed to only dinner and lunch shifts at the Chirping Chicken-so she didn't have to worry about waking up early.

She reached her hand out and gently ran her hand across Minseok's cheek to brush away the hair that had fallen over his face. She saw his eyes flutter open slightly before closing again-clearly still tired. She watched him for a few more seconds before rolling her eyes, "I can't wait for you to wake up any longer." She mumbled, before standing up.

She headed to the bathroom-freshening up a little before going back to his room. She looked down at him again-as if that could make him wake up any second but he was still sound asleep. She sighed, walking around him to grab her hair tie from the night stand. "Sleepy bum." She muttered, turning to glance down at him again while tying up her hair. The longer she looked at him, the longer she couldn't understand how it was possible for him to look younger and more peaceful while he slept.

Her eyes trailed down to his arms-that were exposed due to his short sleeves rising up over his shoulders. His arms looked wired and muscular-the noticeable veins in his hands ran down along them-making them look even more stronger. If his arms are so muscular than how must his chest look like?

A vision entered her mind-a vision of her pulling off his shirt to reveal a hard set of packed abs and her hands running down him. She shook her head, blinking out of it. Jeez-really? Had to give me thoughts like that in the morning? She closed her eyes-smacking herself on the forehead-before turning to walk out of his room.

Chen was peacefully frying up some eggs until Chanyeol shoved his face into Chen's, "You're perfect."

Chen blinked, before raising his brows as a smile split across his face, "What?"

Chanyeol stood up, "Do you think I'm in love with you now?"

Chen burst out in hysterical laughter, while shaking his head, "What the-no?!"

Chanyeol spread out his arms and turned to face Kai, who had just face palmed himself. "You see, Kai! Just because I called someone perfect doesn't mean I'm in love with them."

Chen glanced at the two boys with a curious grin on his face before wriggling his brows. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Kai said, with a tiny grin before placing his hands on Chanyeol's shoulders and veering him out of the kitchen.

Chanyeol smacked Kai's hands off his shoulders. "Ey! You see-just because Kyungsoo said that doesn't mean he's in love. He could've meant it as a friend-"

Kai rolled his eyes before crossing his arms, "But that was different, idiot! Obviously Chen knows you, he knows you're not in love with him-and he wouldn't start thinking you were in love with him just because you called him perfect. "

Chanyeol threw his hands up, "That's what I'm-"

"NO WAY!" Sehun yelled, while jumping up from his seat on the couch.

Baekhyun grinned before grasping Sehun's hand to pull him back down, "Yes way! They were making out so well too-It was like a movie scene! She was on the counter-right there-right next to where Chen is." Baekhyun pointed at a spot next to Chen in the kitchen and Sehun immediately turned his head and looked with huge owl sized eyes.

Sehun gasped, "She was laying on the counter?"

Baekhyun shook his hands up in the air, "No-no! She was sitting on the counter-and he was in front of her. And he had his hands around her back-" Sehun gasped and Baekhyun grinned wider as he continued, "And-and her legs were around him! And they were kissing-they were literally eating each other's faces! I think-I think it's called a French kiss. YA-ya-ya-ya, It's called a French kiss-"

"Wait-" Sehun said, slightly confused.

Baekhyun shook his head, "And you know what else he did!"

Sehun's eyes widened, "What?"

"I think he even-" He squinted his eyes as if trying to remember, "He even bit her lip."

Sehun's face scrunched up before saying, "...Ow."

Baekhyun face palmed himself, "No! It didn't hurt-it was like...like..." Baekhyun grinned as he whispered, "Sexy."

Sehun scrunched his brows, "Sexy?-wouldn't that hurt?" Baekhyun rolled his eyes but let Sehun continue, "I don't even get how they were kissing each other on the counter, was he sitting on the counter too?"

Baekhyun stood up, with wide determined eyes-he was intent on making Sehun understand, "No-it was like-ah-let me just show you." Baekhyun fast walked over to Chanyeol-not noticing that Kai and Chanyeol seemed to be in mini debate-as he grabbed Chanyeol's hand.

"I'm stealing Yoda for a minute." Baekhyun said to Kai.

Kai waved his hand dismissively as Chanyeol raised a brow at Baekhyun, "What?!" Chanyeol said, almost shouting, as he let himself get dragged to the kitchen by Baekhyun. He didn't notice Sehun curiously following behind them.

Baekhyun gracefully sat on the kitchen counter, pulling Chanyeol in front of him so that Chanyeol was facing him. Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol passively, "I'm using you as an example to help big nose understand."

Sehun's hand automatically went to his bandaged nose, "Yah! My nose isn't big!"

Chen laughed. Chen laughed so hard that when he went to slide his fried egg off the pan onto the plate-it slipped straight onto the floor, with a loud PLOP. Chen stared at the egg for a couple seconds-before slamming the pan down onto the stove and then raised his foot to smash down the fried egg on the ground. "AHHHH WAeeeeee!" He yelled angrily down at the egg before throwing his hands up in the air while whining frustratedly. It was his first time making breakfast for himself.

Suho sighed before walking over to Chen, with a load of paper towels in his hand to wipe the egg from the floor and Chen's foot. Kai stared at Chen, placing his hand over his mouth to choke down his laughter at Chen's despair.

On the other hand, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Sehun had been oblivious to Chen's mini outburst. Baekhyun was still sitting on the counter, with his hands on Chanyeol's shoulders. Baekhyun looked at Sehun, while speaking informatively, "She was sitting like this."

Sehun mouthed formed a small O. "OooooOOOOOhhhhhHHH." Sehun said, realizing belatedly.

Baekhyun grinned slightly, before slipping his legs around Chanyeol's hips and pulling him close against him. Chanyeol yelled, "What tHE-"

Baekhyun interrupted, while slipping his hands into Chanyeol's silver hair, "And her hands and legs were around him like this."

Chanyeol placed his hands on Baekhyun's legs to try shove himself out of Baekhyun's grip-but Baekhyun's legs were held firmly around his waist. "YAH-Get the HELL OFF of m-"

"What is going on?" Marion asked quietly-in shock. No one had noticed Marion walk into the kitchen. But she had stood there long enough to have seen Baekhyun and Chanyeol having a moment on the counter and to have seen the smashed egg on the ground.

Suho looked up, innocently, before standing up as he had just picked up the egg remains. "Nothing." He said, simply.

Baekhyun jumped off of Chanyeol, not realizing that he had jumped off Chanyeol so hard that he had kicked Chanyeol in the balls. Chanyeol doubled over-sitting on the ground-squeezing his eyes shut and his mouth wide open. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. Sehun looked down at Chanyeol curiously, "What is wrong with you?" Sehun murmured.

Chanyeol's eyes shot open-looking at Sehun as if he could explain to him with his eyes.

Baekhyun stood in front of Marion with a bright smile on his face, "Hi, Marion! How did you sleep?"

Marion itched the corner of her corner of her head with a small smile, "Ah-I slept well. You?"

Baekhyun nodded, clasping his hands together. "Me too."

Marion looked over at the kitchen, not noticing Sehun drag Chanyeol over to the living room. "Did you guys eat breakfast yet?"

"Yep." Baekhyun said, cheerfully.

"Except me." Chen said, grumpily.

Marion walked over, her eyes landing on the box of eggs on the counter. "Oh-I could make us some eggs?" she offered.

Chen's eyes widened in horror, "I never want to eat eggs again."

Marion raised a brow. Suho spoke before she could ask why, "Here-we got some Frosted Flakes." He said, while pulling out the cereal box from the cabinet.

Marion nodded, while Chen walked over to get the milk. Baekhyun looked at Marion curiously, "Minseok is still sleeping?" he asked.

Marion nodded, "Yeah, I guess he's still tired." She thought back to his sleepy frame lying on the floor.

While Marion and Baekhyun conversed, Chanyeol finally managed to sit up. Sehun looked at him from the couch across him, "What happened to you?" Sehun asked.

Chanyeol motioned with his chin towards Baekhyun. Chanyeol glared intensely at Baekhyun's back, "The little bitch hit me in the balls!" He almost yelled it but didn't-not wanting to embarrass himself even further.

Sehun raised his brows before laughing. Kai plopped next Sehun on the couch, with a cup of brewing hot coffee in his hands.

Sehun gasped, "Ooh-I want coffee."

Kai moved the cup in front of Sehun, "Here-take it."

Sehun suddenly felt bad, "Nah-it's okay. I'll make some."

Sehun stood up and walked over to the kitchen. His eyes landing on Marion and Chen eating cereal in the dining room table with Suho and Baekhyun sitting across them. Sehun suddenly gasped before waddling over-he needed to confirm if what Baekhyun said was true or not.

"Marion!" Sehun exclaimed.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, "What?"

Sehun asked, honestly, "Are you and Minseok dating?"

Chen almost choked on his cereal. "Sehun!" he scolded-although he was dying to know himself.

A pink flush settled across Marion's cheeks before she answered, her voice calm, "Yes, we are."

Baekhyun looked up at Sehun with the I told you so grin on his face.

Chen's grumpy mood suddenly disappeared, as he turned to stare at Marion beside him in awe, "No way!"

"Yes way." Came Minseok's voice as he just entered the kitchen-his black hair left ruffled and his shirt replaced with a sweater. Chen jumped up and ran over to Minseok, slapping Minseok's back supportively as he almost pounced on him. "Yah! Oh my god-you didn't tell me! How long?"

Baekhyun replied for Minseok, "A week and some days!"

Chen hit Minseok's back once more. "Ya! You're so rude-You didn't tell meeee?!"

Minseok shook his head, while grinning, as he poured the milk into his cereal bowl. "Stop hitting me!" He shouted, but with the grin on his face you could tell he didn't mean it.

Chen messed up Minseok's hair with a mischievous happy grin on his face. "You're so mean! What type of friend are you? I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

Minseok laughed, before trying to pat down his hair. Chen patted Minseok's back once more before saying, with a bright smile, "I'm so happy for you, man."

Then Chen walked over to Marion, giving her a mini hug from around the back of her chair. He was clearly gushing with joy, "I'm so so so happy. You won't regret choosing him I promise."

Marion laughed, genuinely surprised. Then Chen returned to his seat beside her, stuffing his face with a spoonful of cereal while smiling. Suho grinned before looking at Baekhyun beside him. Suho could tell Baekhyun wanted to say something because Baekhyun looked like his face was about to explode.

Marion stood up, walking over to the kitchen with the empty cereal bowl in her hand. The moment Marion left the dining room, Baekhyun exploded into telling Chen the details of the kiss that he had caught Marion and Minseok sharing last night. Suho rolled his eyes before face palming himself.

Marion placed her bowl in the sink. She could feel Minseok's eyes on her back before she turned around. He was leaning against the counter, his cereal bowl in his hands as he looked over at her with a small smile. She squinted, "You're finally awake."

He nodded, "Yeah, I'am. Since when were you such an early bird?"

She tilted her head, "Since I met you."

He grinned, "Looks like I rubbed off on you."

She walked over to him, smiling slightly as she smacked his arm, "Clearly not since you're waking up late now."

"10:40 isn't late." Minseok retorted.

Marion folded her arms, "You used to wake up at 7 or 8."

Minseok thought it over for a minute as he chewed down his cereal. His shoulders sagged, "You might-just might-be right."

She rolled her eyes before taking a step closer to him to mutter, "Everyone knows now." She said, looking up at him with quiet innocence.

Minseok smiled a bit, "Yes, they do." He placed his empty bowl down. He looked down at her wide eyed, slightly shocked but relieved expression for a moment before smiling a bit wider. He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped and held onto the sleeves of his sweater, letting herself get pulled into his magnetic aura before stepping back as she realized where she was. "Minseok." She whispered sharply, under her breath.

Minseok grinned right before the boys broke out into a holler of cheers, claps and hoots. Marion turned to see Chen cupping his mouth and hollering, "Pew Pew Pewwwww!" Then there was Suho clapping loudly and hooting as Baekhyun beside him-grinned like a mad man as he did random things-varying from yelling Marseok to bowing while blowing kisses. Then there was Sehun, standing up and clapping with a very big, happy, smile on his face with Kai beside him, also clapping as he laughed loudly at Chanyeol who was howling while clapping his hands together like a baby seal.

"Ya'll better stop making me feel more single than I already am!" Baekhyun shouted.

Marion looked over at Minseok, with her brows deeply furrowed. Minseok was cracking up, laughing so hard that he was leaning against the counter. Marion just shook her head before covering her face to try disassociate herself.

Marion was by the front door of the Chirping Chicken, flipping the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. To Marion, the light flurries of snow that was occurring outside was beautiful. It made her want to go home and snuggle into warm blankets, drink some hot chocolate, and watch a good movie.

Jasmine's voice cut through her thoughts, "Hey Marion, you know something I noticed?"

Marion turned around to look at Jasmine, who was scrubbing one of tables. "What?" Marion asked.

"I think it might be the first time that your friend didn't come to the restaurant today." Jasmine said, sounding genuinely curious.

"My...friend?" Marion repeated, confused.

Jasmine made a random hand gesture, "Kungsoy or whatever-I can never get his name right."

"You mean Kyungsoo." Marion said, neutrally before returning to look out the windows. Marion had noticed and she didn't know what to think of it. She just hoped he was okay. She was considering texting him but when she went through her contacts to find him she realized that despite how long they had been talking she had never exchanged her number with him. She just never remembered to ask him because she never saw him on his phone.

Jasmine nodded, "Yeah-him. Are you guys okay?"

Marion nodded-slowly, before turning back to look at her, "Yeah-I mean, at least I think we are." Then added, "He was fine with me yesterday." Marion frowned slightly when she realized that he hadn't been there this morning, when she had had breakfast at Minseok's penthouse. She also realized that the last time she had seen him had only been for a second last night-when it was first exposed that her and Minseok were together. He couldn't possibly be... mad at me? Would he?

"You sound unsure." said Jasmine, while raising a brow.

Marion shook her head, No! Of course not-why would you think that? "No-um-It's nothing. I'm sure he's fine. He'll probably be here tomorrow."

He didn't come tomorrow.

Knock. Knock.

Minseok looked up from folding his clothes. He frowned as he looked over his shoulder at the door, "Come in!"

He watched Kyungsoo poke his head through before stepping in slowly, "I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything." Kyungsoo muttered, before closing the door.

Minseok shrugged, "Nah man. I'm just folding my clothes but-" He turned to look at Kyungsoo, who was moving around Minseok's room to sit on the spinning chair by his desk. "Where have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

Kyungsoo leaned back on the chair, running his hands over his face before returning his big eyes to Minseok, "Nothing really. I've just been so tired lately. You know-with going back and forth to the studio and all."

Minseok nodded, while meticulously folding each cloth with care, "I heard that you've been helping Sehun and Kai come up with the choreography-how's that going?"

Kyungsoo shook his head, looking down at his hands as he gripped the handles of the chair, "Ah-what can you expect? They are arguing a lot and making the dance super complex. It's so weird...at times...they get along with each other really well and then it comes to a certain step or part in the song that each of them wants to do a different move for. Then they start arguing-going on and on until they both come up to me and ask which one do I think is better...do you know how much pressure that is?"

Minseok chuckled before grinning, "What'd you do then?"

Kyungsoo shrugged, "I just told them which one I honestly thought was better and they went with it. Like I was the judge or something."

Minseok looked over at Kyungsoo, "Want to know what I would've said?"

Kyungsoo looked at him, "What?"

"I would've said none."

Kyungsoo smiled slightly before saying, "Suho is planning to hire a choreographer."

"That's for the best." Minseok said, folding up his last cloth.

Kyungsoo nodded, before sitting up-not leaning against the chair anymore. "So tell me-how are you and Marion?"

At the mention of her name Minseok couldn't help but smile a little. "We're good."

Kyungsoo watched Minseok's expression carefully before smiling slightly himself, "When did you start liking her?" He blurted.

Minseok blinked before itching the back of his head, "Ah...I don't even know, man. It just...happened. I think-I was just around her too much and I-I didn't realize how much I actually started... liking her. Yeah-she's pretty and all but that wasn't it-her personality is just..." He looked down at his hands-which were messing with one of the holes in his ripped jeans-as a small smile spread across his lips. "The way she just is just-just has me-ya know?" Minseok looked over at Kyungsoo and then he shook his head. "Wait-you actually don't know, but when you do-you'll know it."

Kyungsoo nodded slowly, the corner of his lip crooked up into a slight faltering smile as he looked at Minseok. "Thanks for the advice...love expert."

Minseok waved his hand dismissively, "I have no idea what I'm talking about half the time. Especially when it comes to love." Minseok stood up, shaking his head as he carried his folded clothes to his closet. "You got me all rambling about a girl." Minseok muttered.

Kyungsoo's smile faded and he started twirling on his chair, "How did you meet her?"

Minseok poked his head from his closet, "Didn't Sehun tell everyone that? When he was all like-"-Minseok started imitating Sehun's squeaky voice- "Omg! There was such a pretty bartender at the bar that Minseok was at. Minseok probably hit on her before he fainted." Minseok rolled his eyes, "Ha.Ha."

Kyungsoo grinned a bit before saying-rather quietly, "Yeah, but I want to hear it from you."

Minseok walked out of his closet, picking up some more of the folded clothes from his bed. "What are you going to do-question me now too? Just like Baekhyun-asking for every single shitty detail."

Kyungsoo chuckled. Minseok grinned, raising a brow, "I didn't you, of all people, would come up to ask me about that."

Kyungsoo leaned back, shrugging before spinning that chair slowly. "I'm curious." His voice monotone.

Kyungsoo stopped spinning when he heard Minseok sit down on the bed. Kyungsoo looked at Minseok carefully until Minseok started. "I just went to the bar on a Tuesday or something so there was no one else there other than her because-you know-she was the bar tender. I was still in my crappy drunk phase when I met her so when I arrived at the Bar I was already a little tipsy-but we hit off quite well anyway. We had some small talk and then stuff got a little deep when I offered her to play the drinking game with me." He shook his head-laughing slightly-as he remembered, "My goal was to make her shit-faced drunk but that ended up happening to me. I passed out and Sehun picked me up-" He waved his hand dismissively. "You know the rest."

Kyungsoo nodded, slowly, before prompting. "But then you went back to the Bar the next day-didn't you?"

Minseok nodded hesitantly, itching the corner of his forehead, "I...did. But-it wasn't...good."

Kyungsoo was suddenly alert, "What happened?"

Minseok stopped playing with the hole in his ripped jeans and looked at him, "I'd...rather not talk about it, Kyungsoo."

Kyungsoo's stomach suddenly flared up with curiosity, "Why not?"

Minseok's jaw clenched as he looked away, "It's nothing-"

Kyungsoo was suddenly annoyed-he didn't know why he was letting his emotions control him like this, "It clearly is something." He replied, his deep voice ringing sharply around the room.

Minseok's eyes darkened as he turned to sharply look back at Kyungsoo with a mix disdain and anger in his eyes. Kyungsoo's eyes widened, "Tell me."

Minseok shook his head, "No." he said, firmly.

Kyungsoo stood up, the chair flying backward into the desk. From the way Minseok was reacting to him, Kyungsoo could tell this was something else. Something serious. Something wrong. "What the hell happened?" Kyungsoo demanded.

Minseok stood up-looking angered as his eyes furrowed. He yelled back, "Why the hell do you want to know, man?!"

Kyungsoo threw his hands up, "Because I-" Kyungsoo cut himself off so sharply that it his incomplete sentence hung in the air like a question. Kyungsoo's hands gripped into fists as he looked away.

Minseok raised his brow, "You what?"

Kyungsoo shook his head before sitting back on the chair.

Minseok took a step closer to him, "You what?!"

Kyungsoo almost yelled, "I don't know!"

Minseok looked at Kyungsoo for a long moment, his eyes searching Kyungsoo's frame as if he could draw out the answer from Kyungsoo's being. Minseok suddenly sighed before sitting back on his bed with his shoulders sagged. He suddenly felt very spent.

After a long moment of silence Kyungsoo finally spoke. His deep voice calm but his eyes held a different kind of intensity as he said, "I mainly came in here to ask you one question."

Minseok looked up, his eyes searching Kyungsoo's face before replying, "What?"

Kyungsoo suddenly looked nervous as he looked down at his firmly intertwined hands in his lap with his jaws locked. "You know..." He breathed in before raising his head to look Minseok straight in the eye, "You know how you confessed to her in the lobby? You told her that you loved her?"

Minseok looked down as he nodded, slowly. How could he forget? "Yes." He said, his voice uneven.

Kyungsoo replied, his voice firm. "Is it true? Do you really love her?"

Minseok looked back at Kyungsoo, an energy glinting in Minseok's eyes that Kyungsoo had never seen before. An energy so pure and true that it was hard to ignore.

"Yes." came Minseok's voice, firm and clear, "I do."

And that was all Kyungsoo needed to hear.

The bell at the front of the Chirping Chicken chimed as someone had just entered. Marion turned her head to see Kyungsoo. Her eyes widened as he approached her, "Kyungsoo!" she said, "Where have you been?"

Kyungsoo ran a hand through his hair-which was now growing out. "Ah-yeah, I've been busy."

Marion tilted her head, "Yeah-I noticed. You were gone for more than a couple days."

Kyungsoo smiled slightly, "Yeah."

"Is everything okay now? Or is this little visit taking a lot of time off your schedule?" She teased, with a smile.

He shook his head-smiling a bit wider, "Nah-I'm free now."

She looked at him for a moment, before saying, "Is everything really okay, Kyungsoo?"

He nodded before meeting his eyes with hers, "Why?"

She frowned slightly, "You look...drained."

Kyungsoo slowly sat down in the chair behind him, "Well...I'm little tired. I just came back from the studio."

She nodded, "Ah-the studio. How many songs have you guys made?"

Kyungsoo smiled slightly, "Just 3."

She sat across from him, "Do you have a favorite so far?"

"Maybe."

"Am I going to get a sneak preview?"

"Maybe."

She frowned as she spoke calmly, "You suck. I deserve to listen to at least one song before it's released."

He chuckled, "It's not allowed. Who knows what you will do-what if you you leak the song to the world?"

She squinted, "I wouldn't do that."

He leaned forward, "Mhmmm."

She took out her notepad, "Anyways-do you want to eat anything?"

He made a thoughtful expression before shaking his head, "No-I'm good, I already had Mexican food today." His eyes widened, "You should've seen Chen-he cleaned the plate of Tacos so fast that we had to order another. He was going to finish those too until Chanyeol told him to stop."

She smiled, "Didn't know that he liked Mexican food so much."

Kyungsoo shook his head with wide eyes, "He does."

Then Kyungsoo's eyes returned to hers, his voice calm and steady as spoke, "How's everything with you?"

Marion shrugged, smiling slightly, "Everything's good."

Kyungsoo spoke at the same time as Marion,"I wanted to talk to you ab-" "Look, I wanted you to kno-"

They both stopped talking at the same time. She looked at him with a slight smile on her lips, "It's okay. You can go first."

Kyungsoo blinked, "No, It's fine. You can go."

Marion shook her head, "You go."

Kyungsoo made a small hand gesture, "Ladies first."

Marion grinned a little, "Let's break the gender roles."

Kyungsoo sighed, "Fine. I just wanted to say....that I'm happy about you and Minseok's relationship. There was no one else better for you than him. You are an amazing woman and I think that there is no one better than Minseok who could keep you happy. You bring out the good in him and he knows how to be there for you in a way that no one else can. You guys make each other...stronger."

Marion flushed, "Kyungsoo...where is this coming from?" she asked, gently.

Kyungsoo shook his head, leaning back in his seat. "I just...I just thought you should know."

Marion looked down at her clasped hands on the table, something about the way he spoke sounded so...pure, "Thanks, Kyungsoo. That's...that's really...kind of you to say." She said, stunned to the point that she was at a loss for words.

Kyungsoo nodded, reaching his hand out to pat her clasped hands gently. He gave her clasped hands a small squeeze before withdrawing his hand back into his lap.

She looked at him, her voice quiet and unsure, "Is something going on?"

He smiled slightly, shaking his head. "No. Nothing at all."

"How about babe?"

Marion frowned as she looked down at the chicken & vegetable fried rice she was making. "Do we have to call each other those couple names?"

She looked over her shoulder at Minseok, who was on the couch in front of her TV-right now there were commercials playing. She saw him stretch out his legs so that they were crossed over each other, resting on the coffee table in front of him. He looked thoughtful, "I mean-I was thinking about honey but that just sounded too..." He made a face. "Old."

She shook her head as she turned to look back at the rice in front of her.

"Alright-fine. How about baby?" He said, "That's different-Isn't it?"

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile creeped onto her face at his little antics. She would never have even imagined letting him be so comfortable in her house back then-but here he was, sitting on her couch watching his soccer game.

Suddenly she felt arms slide around her waist and her back being pulled against the warmth of his chest as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Mhmm...smells good."

Her eyes lit up, "Really? I haven't cooked in a while."

He suddenly dug his face into her neck and pulled her closer against him, his arms firmly encircling her frame. "I was talking about you."

His closeness was making her heart skip a couple beats. She placed her hands over his arms around her, feeling the smooth layer of skin over his hard knuckles. She flushed as she muttered flatly, "I don't smell like anything."

His lips brushed against her neck with each word, "You smell like...silk." She frowned until she remembered her shampoo was scented. Her breathe caught when he suddenly placed a long sweet kiss on the side of her neck. His lips were soft but held a need as they placed a trail of kisses along her jawline, down the side of her neck and down the curve of her shoulder. His hands held her against him as her eyes fluttered closed under his touch. He just felt so...so good.

She opened her eyes, her voice coming out uneven as her heart raced, "Minseok-you can't-I'm..."

She felt his lips brush the tip of her ear, "I'm not doing anything, baby."

Him saying that last word wasn't supposed to feel so nice. She swallowed, "I'm cooking."

She felt his hair tickle her neck when he moved his head to rest comfortably on her shoulder. "Am I distracting you?" He murmured, his voice sounding low as she felt his breath run down the side of her neck. Everything about him set her heart beat into a state of disarray.

She closed her eyes, "Yes..." she breathed out, "You are."

She felt his lips against her neck spread into a grin as he suddenly turned her around his arms, moving his hand to hold the back of her head and waist as he kissed her fiercely-his lips on hers full with passion. Her hands grabbed the collar of shirt-that peeked out underneath his sweater-in her fists, bringing him closer to her. She could feel the fight for dominance running through them as one tried to kiss the other stronger-with more passion-but he was stronger and his body ended up pinning hers against the fridge.

Then suddenly he stepped back-breathing heavily-as he dropped his hands from her body. She was breathing fast too-but her heart was beating faster. His dark eyes met hers for a second-something flashing through them-but he looked away as he ran a hand through his dark black hair. It was then she realized something, he was- He suddenly reached his hand out and turned off the stove. Marion gasped as she went over to the rice to see that it was-thankfully-not burnt.

"It's not burnt." He tried to reassure her, as he saw her spoon through it worriedly, but instead his voice came out husky and rough.

"I completely forgot about it." She muttered, as she moved around the kitchen to find a big bowl to place the rice in.

She didn't notice him slowly walk out of the kitchen back into the living room. He sat down on the couch, running his hands through his hair again before turning his head to glance at her in the kitchen.She was too occupied to see him take one of her pillows and place it over his groin.

I’m so sorry! I promise I’m not dead guys! I would never leave this story unfinished but I was just distracted by life-ya know? Anyways, I would love to hear about what you feel about this chapter. I want to hear it all :D! Please look forward to the next chapter because I’ve got some good stuff planned....;) byee

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Lost and Found (an EXO fanfic) - ch.18

Idol!AU

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Marion’s life was going perfectly well before it had fell apart. She had moved out from her family’s house to New York City almost a year ago to attend her dream college. She had gotten a small job and had a great group of friends to keep her happy. Then everything went downhill the moment she found out that her father had died. What made it worse was the fact that her father’s bank account was mysteriously empty, leaving her and her family completely broke. Marion suddenly didn’t have any time to go to college anymore or even grieve her father’s death as she thrown into working multiple jobs to support her family. Her happy college days were gone, instead replaced with working at a Chicken restaurant during the day and serving people drinks at a bar by night. It wasn’t until a rather handsome man walks through the Bar doors that lightens things up in her life. He’s attractive, charming and likable-everything a girl would want in a man-until he does something that leaves her never wanting to see him again…but he still wants to see her.

Sometimes you live with memories that you wish you could forget, but not always regret.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |  Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22

Marion looked at him pacing around with her elbows propped on her knees and her hands holding up her chin. Minseok had just came from work and was stressing because apparently his music company had changed the deadline to earlier.

Minseok ranted, angrily, "How the hell can they expect that from us when it's our first time doing shi-"

Marion leaned back on the couch, "Minseok." She said, speaking firmly but softly as she looked up at him.

He turned and looked at her, his face smooth of any expression as his intriguing dark eyes scanned hers. "What?"

She patted the spot next to herself on the couch, "Come here."

Minseok's brows furrowed slowly-the tension of his rant still flowing through him, "Why?"

Marion raised a brow as she tilted her head, "You don't want to sit next to me?"

The hurt softness in her voice made him sag his shoulders in defeat. He walked over and plopped himself beside her on the couch. She looked up at him beside her on the couch. By the furrow of his brow she could tell that he was still stressed. She suddenly reached her hand up and placed it around the side of his head to bring his head down on her lap.

"Woa." He said, as he looked up at her before realizing what she had done. A small smile slipped onto his lips as he stretched his legs out comfortably on the couch and let himself look up at her from her lap.

She smiled as she looked down at him, bringing her hand off his chest to tuck her hair behind her ears so it wouldn't get on his face. She then ran her fingers through his wavy black hair slowly and let her other hand rest over his on his stomach. She could feel his uniquely shaped eyes on her and it only made the little silent moment feel all the more right. She could feel him relaxing with each stroke that her hand caressed his hair. She couldn't help but notice that his hair was undeniably soft.

She removed her hand from over his and placed it on the side of his face before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Just as he had reached his head up to kiss her harder she backed away placing a hand over his lips with a small teasing smile on her lips. "I believe...that you can do it." She said, softly. "You don't need the deadline. You don't need anything. You just need yourself. And you're a smart man, so I believe that you can do it."

His dark eyes searched through hers before he sighed underneath her hand over his mouth. His tenseness from earlier coming completely undone. She looked down at him for a second, watching him as he half-closed his eyes while she raked her fingers through his hair. She removed her hand from over his mouth and placed her lips on his gently once again and he leaned his head up letting his lips move against hers just as slowly. Her hand cupped the side of his face. She let her fingers explore the hard jawline that adorned his face and let her index finger brush over the smoothness of his cheekbone.

Suddenly the intensity of the kiss grew when she felt his hand grasp the back of her neck as he leaned up into her lips. His lips crashing against hers passionately as he tilted his head for better access. Then before she knew it he was sitting up, and her back was pressed against the couch and his arm was slipping around her waist tightly so he could bring her onto his lap.

She gasped when she was sitting on his lap, her wide eyes planted on his face as she was facing him. He looked at her reaction and couldn't help but chuckle, his hands slipping around her back loosely as he tilted his head. "You're so pretty."

She hated the fact that she was red, as she smacked his chest lightly, "Shut up."

He grinned, "Make me."

She smacked his chest harder this time, "Why the hell are you such a smooth talker!"

He threw his head back and laughed.

Kyungsoo was sitting quietly at one of the tables of the Chirping Chicken when he suddenly heard someone say, "You're stupid."

Kyungsoo looked up to see a waitress-he blinked as he recognized her. She was Marion's friend, Jasmine. "Excuse me?" he said, his deep voice rumbled.

Jasmine shook her head, her loose brunette curls falling out of her bun. "You should've at least told her."

Kyungsoo was a little distracted by her accent, he couldn't pin down where it was from. It felt familiar. He looked away, folding his arms, "What are you talking about?"

Jasmine squinted, "C'mon, I know you know what I'm talking about."

Kyungsoo half-closed his eyes, "Nope."

Jasmine sighed before collecting his plate and placing the checkbook on his table "She's not coming in today, she doesn't have dinner shift."

Kyungsoo finally recognized her accent. It was Colombian. He remembered it from when EXO had done their world tour and had 2 concerts in Colombia, a few fans had the opportunity to meet them backstage. He remembered being stunned by the fluidity of their accent.

Kyungsoo ran his hand through his hair before saying, "If I told her...what difference would it have made?"

Jasmine turned around, "You wouldn't be sitting here and sulking about it."

Kyungsoo furrowed his brows, "I'm not sulking. I'm happy that she's with Minseok."

Jasmine raised a brow.

Kyungsoo nodded, "I really am. He's a good guy. He can treat her right."

Jasmine looked at Kyungsoo curiously, "Then why do you keep coming back here?"

Kyungsoo opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out.

Jasmine sighed before placing the plates back down on the table, "Look, why don't you do something-instead of coming here daily why don't you give yourself a break and come once every week instead? I know that she considers you a good friend, and you do too, but you really need a break. You need to lose your attachment to her. If you see her every day, you won't be able to move on." Her voice was insistent but calm.

Kyungsoo shifted uncomfortably, how does she know all of this?

Jasmine waved her hand, dismissively, "Don't worry. You weren't obvious about your feelings for her-I'm just good at reading people. Besides, you're not the first."

Kyungsoo raised his brow, "What do you mean?"

Jasmine shrugged, "She's a really good person. She's been through a lot but instead of letting that bring her down she pushes through it. I can see why people like her, but the thing is she doesn't see it. She thinks she just normal-when that's the last thing she is."

Kyungsoo locked his jaws, he didn't need to be reminded of how she was one of a kind.

Jasmine looked at him, "Look, dude. It's not over for you. You're a good guy. There are plenty of fish in the sea. But I just know that if you keep coming back here to see her you won't be able to see those other fish."

Kyungsoo raised a brow, a slight smile climbing onto his lips, "What an analogy." He muttered.

Jasmine continued, "I'm going to tell her that you came here today and that you told me that you can't come to the restaurant everyday anymore because you are busy. She won't be offended, she likes you too much for that. But still, make sure you keep up to it. You need to move on."

Kyungsoo sagged his shoulders, even though he didn't know this person it felt better to talk to someone about it. He leaned back against the seat, "Easier said than done."

Jasmine nodded, "I know. But you got this. We all go through unrequited love...and if you don't then you're a freaking genius."

Baekhyun looked at Kyungsoo on the couch beside him, "How about Minion?"

"What about Minions?" Kyungsoo said, confused.

Baekhyun looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "For Minseok and Marion's ship name!" he said, excitedly.

Baekhyun looked over to see Kai and Chanyeol turnaround from their spots on the ground. Kai paused the video game that they were playing. Chanyeol mouthed 'Shut up!' to Baekhyun while Kai glared and actually said it, "Shut up, Baek."

Baekhyun frowned, he didn't get why Chanyeol and Kai seemed to be hovering around Kyungsoo so much. They always made sure that he ate or that he was never bored and mostly they always made sure that they were with him. Baekhyun didn't get it. And even made Baekhyun feel...a little...jealous.

Baekhyun crossed his arms, about to open his mouth and complain until Chen bounded down the stairs and shouted, "GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! GUYYYYSSSS!"

They all turned around and looked at him. Kyungsoo spoke, "What is it?"

Chen held a small light blue envelope in his hand, "We've been invited to a BALL!"

Minseok appeared from the hallway under the stairs, a purple blanket in his hands as he itched the corner of his head. "What?"

Chen turned to look at him, excitedly, "YA-!"

Suho suddenly snatched the envelope from his hand, "I was going to tell you all at dinner but I guess someone was snooping around my desk." Suho tried to elbow Chen and Chen dodged it with a wide smile on his face. Chen giggled boyishly. "But yes," Suho continued, "We've been invited to UNICEF's annual Snowflake Ball and Teacher Lee Soo Man allowed us to go."

"Thanks." Sehun said to Minseok, as he had just handed Sehun the purple blanket. Sehun wrapped the blanket tightly around himself before laying back down on the couch. Sehun spoke through a yawn, "Oh, how wonderful. Let's go suit shopping tomorrow. There must be a Louis Vuitton here somewhere right..." He murmured as he turned over and drifted off into sleep.

Suho rolled his eyes, "We should all go together. So make sure you are all here by 6:30 on the day of. If you're not here by then you'll be left behind. I'm not waiting for any of you. And it's a black tie event so make sure you all wear you're suits."

Baekhyun looked down at his phone with a smile, "Ah-this is so good. People on my Instagram were commenting if I was dead-with crying emojis-because they missed me. Aren't my Aeris so cute?"

Kyungsoo scrunched his nose, "How is that cute?"

"You never find anything cute, mann." Baekhyun said-with a slight pout, before scrolling down his Instagram comments.

Kai itched the back of his head, "Ah, I don't think I packed my suit." Kai said, unsurely.

Chanyeol muttered, "Me either."

Kyungsoo wanted to roll his eyes at the two idiots sitting before him on the living room carpet.

Minseok frowned, "How did you not pack at least one suit?"

Kyungsoo raised his hand, "That's what I'm saying."

Chanyeol squinted, "Not everyone packs everything like you, okay?"

Kai shrugged, "That's okay. I'll just go with Sehun when he goes suit shopping. Right?" Kai glanced over at Sehun. This was Kai's way of asking Sehun if he could go along with him.

Sehun didn't reply, due to the fact that he was sound asleep.

Kai didn't realize this, as he was multi-tasking from playing the video game while talking. "RIGHT, SEHUN?" Kai shouted.

Sehun flinched and flew off the couch, staggering as he didn't realize that he had stood up. Sehun looked around, clueless, "What?!"

Suho placed a hand over his forehead, before shaking his head. Minseok looked at Sehun with an amused grin on his face.

Kai paused the video game before him, "Can I go suit shopping with you?" Kai asked, innocently.

Sehun almost shouted, "You woke me up to ask me THAT!?"

Chanyeol peeked his head from beside Kai, "Can I also come too?"

Sehun huffed, "Yes, yes, whatever." Sehun stomped off, dragging his purple blanket behind him. As Sehun stormed by, Suho heard him mutter something about how no one cared about his beauty sleep.

"I just realized that..." Marion itched the corner of her head before blushing as she turned around. "You know what-never mind."

Jasmine grabbed Marion's shoulders and spun her around, "You realized what?" Jasmine questioned.

Marion brushed off Jasmine's hands from her shoulders before returning to sweeping the floor with the broom. "Nothing-I just realized that Me and him never kiss gentle."

Jasmine slowly raised a brow, "Do you want him too?"

Marion stopped brooming for a second to adjust the cap on her head as she said, "I mean-we do but it's not as often as the...the more...I don't know-fierce kisses I guess?"

A grin slowly spread across Jasmine's lips, "You mean the hard kisses?"

Marion looked at Jasmine for a second before looking away and rolling her eyes, "Yes-yeah. That."

Jasmine held back a slight laugh at noticing how fidgety Marion was being. Until she turned and looked at Marion earnestly, "Well, did you guys have sex yet?"

Marion's eyes widened, "No-what? No." She shook her head, "We haven't even slept on the same bed yet...well, we have slept on the same couch but...not on a bed."

Jasmine raised her brows, leaning onto the counter as she asked, "Do you not want to?"

Marion turned red, reaching her hand up to adjust her hat again, "No-I mean-Yes-I mean...I don't know. I guess I want to...but somethings holding me back."

Jasmine looked sharp for a second, "He's not forcing himself on you-is he?"

Marion shook her head, "No-he's not. That's the last thing he is doing. Every time we get to that point when we're kissing he just...stops. And I can feel it..." She looked a bit distracted as she continued, "I can feel that he's waiting for me."

Jasmine clapped her hands as she laughed, "Girl, you are driving him crazy."

Marion made a face before hitting Jasmine with the broom. "Can you not!" Marion said.

Jasmine laughed as she dodged the broomstick that Marion was swinging at her. The girls started laughing as Marion continued to chase her around the whole restaurant. Marion stopped running when she heard her phone vibrating and went back to the kitchen to check her phone.

When Jasmine walked back into the kitchen Marion was scrolling down a series of text messages that had been sent to her. Marion looked impassive.

Jasmine wandered over to her, "Look you're only hesitant because you are having those first time jitters. Trust me, I know how important-"

Marion's phone started buzzing again and she frowned in annoyance before shutting it off.

Jasmine frowned, "Who is it?"

Marion looked at her, "Remember when I used to work at the bar?"

Jasmine nodded.

Marion sighed, "It's my boss from there. Ever since I sent him the 'I quit' text-several weeks ago-he still keeps calling and texting me about it. He's just like how can you quit on me like this-blah-blah-blah. I'm not working there anymore. He needs to accept it."

Jasmine motioned for her phone, "Here give it to me, let me block his number for you."

Marion handed it to her, Jasmine tapped the phone expecting the phone to be on. Jasmine's shoulders dropped, "Did you have to turn it off? Oh wait-of course you did, because you keep turning Minseok on. HA-" Jasmine cackled loudly.

Marion covered her face with her hands, "Oh my god."

It was late. Light flooded the living room when Minseok had turned the lamp by the large flat screen TV on. "Better?" He asked.

Marion made a face, as she stood-swerving along with the video game controller in her hands as her character was suddenly bombarded with a ton of bullets. "AH-yeah! But I still don't get this-stupid-shitty-"

Minseok wandered back over to her, standing beside her as he looked at the TV-he watched her character run through the fort, somehow managing to dodge the spray of bullets that followed after her. He grinned, "That's because you're doing it wrong."

"No." She said, defensively, not removing her eyes from the TV. "My brothers played this. They taught me how-and I got real good at it too. I just haven't played in a while."

He looked over at her, grinning amusedly at her focused expression. He slipped his hands into his pockets, glancing back at the TV to see that she was successfully managing to get around despite not having her safety gear on.

Marion continued, under her breath, "Jus a lil' dusty...that's all."

His grin widened until her character was cornered. Men surrounded her at every angle and she was shot down within a couple of seconds. Marion let out frustrated sound before throwing the controller onto the couch. "Ugh-is there even a way to finish this game?!"

Minseok slipped his arms around her waist, letting his head rest on her shoulder as he murmured, "Shh-don't yell. I know we're alone in the house but no need to give someone a heart attack."

She chuckled slightly before letting herself lean back against him. She looked down at his arms around her and placed her arms over his. She couldn't help but feel the hard muscular surface of his chest, through his shirt, against her back. She swallowed, before closing her eyes.

She felt him press his lips to corner of her neck-a habit of his that she was beginning to become more and more aware of. She felt his breathe tickle her neck as he tilted his head so that it rested on her shoulder. And they stood like that for a while-in comfortable silence. His arms around her and her back pressed against his chest.

It would've been peaceful-if it hadn't been for the friction in the air. It was like a slowly draining air balloon-that was filling the air with more and more electricity. Making it so that his arms around her wasn't just his arms around her. And his breathe on her neck wasn't just his breathe trailing down her neck. It was a breath that ran down her body, making her heartbeat uneven and her body want something more. She moved her head slightly, but he suddenly held onto her body tighter.

He let her go and she turned around-he saw something in her eyes that he hadn't seen before-but it was enough for him to know that she was feeling it too. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back onto the couch. He fell back, his eyes dark as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on his lap. He placed his hand firmly on the back of her head, winding his fingers through her hair before crashing his lips hard onto hers. She placed her hand on his shoulder, twisting his shirt into her fist as she tilted her head to adjust to his demanding kiss. Her other hand moving around his neck into his dark hair, her fingers running through its softness.

His hand slipped under her shirt as he ran his hand slowly up her back. She gasped against his lips, her back arching as his hand slipped along the trail of her spine. He pulled her body closer to him, making them chest to chest with each other as she now sat atop his hips. He took advantage of her gasp to slip his tongue inside her mouth, tilting his head as he captivated her once more. She could feel his hand sliding up and down the small of her back, sending sparks of hot fire to run through her veins and cause her to grip his shoulder tighter. She couldn't help but let out a small moan when he pressed his hand on the back of her head closer to himself, deepening the kiss. She let her hand release the fist of his shirt that she had created on his shoulder and let her hand slide slowly down his chest to the end of his shirt. She slipped a couple fingers under his shirt, ready to pull it off, until she heard the DING of the elevator opening.

She pulled quickly away from his lips and moved herself beside Minseok, he moved his arm around her shoulder which made it look as if they were just sitting close to each on couch. Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol and Kai poured out of the elevator. Chanyeol hastily shook out of his coat.

Minseok looked calm as he glanced at them, "Hey guys."

Baekhyun smiled wide, "HI!"

She placed a hand over her mouth to try even out her breathing. She looked at Minseok, wondering how he was able to look as if nothing had happened so fast. What she hadn't noticed was that he had just placed one of the small pillows on the couch over his groin.

Baekhyun bounded over to the two of them, "Hiiiiiii, lovebirds. Look what I got!" He said, with a wide cheerful smile as he held up a fancy looking box that had the Louis Vuitton label.

Sehun walked over to the living room, placing his own Louis Vuitton box on the glass coffee table before them before taking off his coat delicately. Chanyeol looked over at Marion and Minseok and waved, "Hi-Marion."

"Hey." She said, with a smile before waving back. She noticed him look over to Kai beside him, who was looking at her with an unreadable expression.

"You got suits." Minseok said, as he ran his hand through his hair.

She sat up, "Suits?"

Chanyeol walked over to the living room also, placing a Tommy Hilfiger box on the coffee table over Sehun's. Then Kai strided over, placing an Armani bag on the table. Marion mentally thought, Oh my god.

Chanyeol nodded, before throwing himself back onto the couch, "Yes, suits." He said, exhaustedly. Chanyeol pulled off his hat to reveal a big ruffled flop of silver hair.

Baekhyun waved his Louis Vuitton box in the air, "I want to show mine first!" He said, excitedly. He handed Marion the box, "Doesn't the box look so cool?!"

Marion ran her hand over the smooth light orange box, and the bold Louis Vuitton letters before slipping her finger around the purple ribbon that held the heavy duty box together. "It's nice." She commented.

Baekhyun cupped his face in his hands, "It's Louis Vuitton!" He looked over at Sehun with a gushing smile, "Sehun helped me pick it out."

Sehun ignored Baekhyun and moved to get his Louis Vuitton box from the coffee table. Baekhyun took the box out of her hands and slipped the ribbon off as he bounced around excitedly, "I'm going to open it."

Sehun looked over, "You're going to get it wrinkled!"

"Noo I won't, man!" Baekhyun patted Sehun's broad shoulder with a wide smile. "Come on, man!"

Minseok looked over at Chanyeol, who was starting to doze off on the couch. "Go to your room and sleep, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol sat up straight, "Oh-no, no. I'm not tired."

Minseok raised a brow, "Did you guys eat dinner already?"

Chanyeol nodded, "Yeah, we had Korean food...even though it tasted nothing like the food at home."

Minseok chuckled, before asking, "Where is everyone else?"

Kai walked over from the kitchen, a brownie in his hand as he replied for Chanyeol, "They are still at the studio."

Baekhyun looked over from his bickering with Sehun when he heard that. "Ya! They are all at the studio. Ha. Ha. On them!" He said, with a wide boyish smile.

Marion wondered how he never seemed to lose energy. Kai rolled his eyes, "Very funny, Baek."

Baekhyun stuck out his tongue, before placing the box back on Marion's lap. "You open it. I'm too excited-I can't."

Marion chuckled, "Don't you already know what it looks like?"

"Yes-yes, I do. But it's soooo nice. It's my first Louis Vuitton suit, man!" Baekhyun said, jumping up before sitting down next to her.

Chanyeol added, randomly, "He usually wears Alexander Mcqueen suits."

Sehun suddenly placed his box over Baekhyun's box on her lap, "You should open mine first. It's better."

Marion chuckled, shocked by the confidence that oozed out of his voice. Baekhyun looked offended as he stood up, "YA-I told her to open mine first! And who do you think you are saying your suit is better than mine!"

Sehun squinted, whispering it as if it were the biggest insult, "I helped you pick out an ugly one on purpose."

Baekhyun gasped-truly insulted. Sehun grinned before running and Baekhyun bolted after him. Marion stared after them in shock as they ran around the penthouse, yelling and jumping until they both bounded upstairs somewhere. Marion wondered how they were older than her. She moved the suit boxes off her lap, and turned to look at Minseok beside her. Minseok had just finished saying something to Kai before he turned to look back at her. She quickly looked away, her eyes landing on Kai as she asked, "Why did you guys get suits?"

Kai replied, informatively, "For The Snowflake Ball."

Minseok waved his hand, "We were invited by UNICEF to go and represent Korean artists since we've teamed up with them to donate some of the money earned from our new album coming out."

Marion blinked, "Sounds...fancy."

Kai looked lovingly at his Armani shopping bag on the table, "It is." He said, softly.

Chanyeol looked at Minseok and Kai with wide eyes, "Can you believe it? It's going to be our first event that we've done since 6 months?"

Kai sat up straighter, "Woa."

Marion could tell from the way they spoke that this meant a lot to them. Minseok looked at the two of them before sitting forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I'm going to sleep now." He glanced down at his watch, "It's late." He added.

Chanyeol yawned, "It is. I'm going to go to sleep too."

Minseok was about to remark him for lying to him earlier but decided to let it slide. Minseok slipped his hand into Marion's before standing up, pulling her up with him. She looked down at their intertwined hands before sucking in a sharp breathe and looking at the boys. "Good night, guys."

Chanyeol and Kai replied in unison, "Good night."

Minseok tugged at her hand slightly before walking with her to his bedroom.

Marion looked at herself in the mirror. Is it happening? It's happening. No it's not happening. How do you know that? SHUT UP! Her thoughts ran wild as she ran her hands through her long black hair. She was wearing a loose white shirt and sweatpants that both didn't fit her. She scolded herself for not thinking beforehand and leaving at least one pair of her clothing at his house but then again she didn't know that when he would pick her up from work that he would bring her here.

She turned around and looked at the luxurious bathroom. It was a shiny cool grey marble theme, with white and gold accents giving the whole bathroom a royal vibe. Unlike her bathroom, which was small cramped and had a fish patterned shower curtain. She'd been in his bathroom before, but every time she came to his penthouse it all felt so new again. She sighed, before turning off the lights and finally stepping out.

She looked around to see that there was barely any light in the room, except for the partly open curtains that let an intriguing glow of the crescent moon create shadows along the ground. She looked at the floor, to see that he had not laid out a blanket for himself to lay on the ground with, instead-he was sitting down comfortably on the bed. His back leaning against a pillow on the headboard. He had his blanket pulled up over his legs, which she could tell were crisscrossed under the sheets. He was looking out of the window from his spot on the bed, he looked calm and his eyes were glittering. Just looking at him made something in her heart stir.

He turned his head, his dark eyes meeting hers as he slowly looked her up and down, "How do you make my pajamas look good?"

She laughed lightly, "There you go again."

A slight smile spread onto the edge of his lips as he patted the spot on the bed beside himself, "Come here. I want to show you something."

She slowly walked over to the bed and crawled into it, sitting beside him. He slipped his hand around her shoulder to pull her closer. She rested her head, comfortably on his chest, letting herself melt into his crisp scent and warmth. He pointed at something out the window, muttering, "Look."

She looked. What she saw was a dark sky, almost like a painting, with thin wispy white clouds that glittered slightly due to the stars that shined from space beyond. But the most prominent feature was the glowing crescent moon, it was huge. You could see some of the craters. Of course, she had seen the moon before but this felt different, more noteworthy. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face until he turned to look down at her. "You see it?" he asked, quietly.

She smiled slightly, "It's hard to miss."

The corner of his lip turned up in a grin, before slipping his hand into her hair and bringing his lips down to place a warm, captivating kiss on her lips. She leaned up to him, letting herself drown in the feeling of his touch. He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers before murmuring through half-closed lids, "Let's sleep."

She nodded before turning away and laying her head down on the pillow. She heard him shuffle to find a comfortable sleeping position as she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. It would be her first time sleeping with someone that was of the other gender that wasn't part of her family and questioned how she would sleep but she did. It would be one of the most comfortable nights she'd ever slept. She had noticed that Minseok hadn't touched her and appreciated that he was doing as much as he could to make her comfortable but she didn't know that by the morning, they would be tangled around each other. Like they always are.

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