a/n: i've been so busy resently but i also really wanna write moreee (◞‸◟ㆀ). i love tao sm so this was SUPERRR fun to write!! i really think that tao's love language would be gift-giving <33.
tao will take EVERY oppourtunity she has to spoil you absolutely rotten. her affection is typically silent and subtle — untill it comes to giving gifts.
she's never been the type to put herself first, she had taken care of her little brother when she was younger, her life is constantly on the line for others with work and she spends more time looking after alma when they go on jobs — yet she always has time for you.
a couple of times a week she might approach you with something small like the snacks you like and a couple of flowers. sometimes you wake up with a small box on your bedside table with a note that says "don't say i don't give ya nothing" from tao.
she likes to keep track of what you like. just finished a new book? she's already bought you more. stayed up late to finish a show? she's just ordered a poster for you to hang up on your walls. taken a sudden interest in cooking? she's gone out to get you pots, pans and utensils.
tao doesn't even NEED an excuse to go all out on your birthday. a large bouquet of flowers, banners everywhere, an arch of balloons in your favourite colours, and so many presents you're basically swimming in them.
it's not like she's particularly rich and just has an infinite wallet — so if she can't afford gifts for a while, she makes an effort to make it up to you later on, but even in a tight spot, she always has money to spend on you.
she wont say much, but you know how the saying goes — actions speak louder than words, and tao is living proof of it.
First of all, congratulations on 200!! You deserve that and more, your writing is amazing!
I am here to unsurprisingly request the love of my life, (I’m sure you saw this coming, Zitao.
It almost killed me to choose the prompts lmao, but we got there, I chose 3, a combination of the 2.
From fluff; 9 and from smut; 41 and 42.
Again, so so proud of you!
hi kai!! thank u so much and thank u for sending in a request!! i’m so sorry this took so long to come out )): i do hope you still enjoy though!! 💞
THIS FIC CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.
9) "if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”
41) "call me that again.”
42) "did i do that?”
genre: non-famous domestic au! comfort/fluff and smut.
wordcount: 814
warnings: explicit sexual content, dirty talk, praise kink, dry humping, swearing
author’s note: aaa yay my first zitao fic!! i’ve wanted to write for him for a looong time but never really got a plot in mind! thank u for sending a req for him kai!! :D
Looking over the array of items you packed, you let out a contented hum before closing and zippering your suitcase shut. You lifted it off your bed and placed it down, wheeling it toward the half-open door of your bedroom. After setting it in its usual spot, you looked up to see your boyfriend, Zitao, with his arms crossed and a huge pout on his face.
Putting on a sad smile, you walked toward him, placing your hands on his forearms. He looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
“Why do you have to go already?” he mumbled, burying his face in your hair. You sighed softly, rubbing his back comfortingly.
“I know, Taozi. I wish I didn’t have to go on this trip either. I wish I could stay with you and Ace for longer than a damned week.” You heard Zitao sniffle softly as he squeezed you tighter, never wanting to let go.
Your heart broke seeing Zitao cry like this. He always got a little upset whenever your boss sent you on a business trip despite knowing that travelling was crucial to your job. You even wished you could work at home for at least a year so you can make up for lost time. But the one chance that you could be home for longer than a week, your boss had to send you out for two weeks. And seeing Zitao’s heart break over the news was more difficult than being apart from him.
“Hey, if you cry, I’ll cry. And that won’t be fun for anyone.” You joked, trying to get him to smile a bit. He grinned slightly, looking down at you.
“I know, I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I finally get to see you after so long and you have to leave again.” He sighed.
“I know, baby. I wish I could stay too. I’ll try to talk to the boss and get home sooner.” You assured him, bringing him to your shared bed. Opening your arms, you allowed Zitao to cuddle you, kissing him softly and whispering soft reassurances as he cried silently in your arms.
Soon enough, Zitao’s cries stopped. He removed himself from your grip, giving you a slight smile as he dried his tears with a tissue. He sat back next to you on the bed, putting an arm around you.
“Hey, do you wanna... y’know,” You raised your eyebrows, hoping he got your message. “One more night before I have to go.”
“Yes.”
Grinning, you wrapped your arms around Zitao and kissed him softly. He kissed back, smiling into the kiss as he brought you closer to him. The kiss soon grew heated as you moved to straddle Zitao, grinding down on his growing erection. You broke the kiss, smirking as you grinded against him again.
“Did I do that?” You teased, rubbing your crotch against his. Zitao returned your smirk, thrusting upward which caused a whimper to come out from you.
“Who else would?” Zitao breathed, sucking a love bite into your neck. You hummed as you latched your lips onto his again, moving your hips downward to contrast with his upward thrusts.
Clothes went flying and before you knew it, you were underneath Zitao, being peppered in kisses and nips as he explored your naked body with his mouth.
“Fuck, you look so pretty underneath me like this, honey. So pretty.” Zitao purred, sliding your panties down your legs. You moaned loudly as he traced his fingers on your thighs.
“Zitao. Call me that again.” You mewled as Zitao sat up, lining his cock with your entrance.
“What, ‘honey?’“ You nodded, spreading your legs and crying out as he sheathed himself inside of you. “Honey... you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
His name fell from your lips as he fucked you with all the love and passion in his heart. He showered you with ‘Honey’ after ‘Honey,’ showing you how much you meant to him. You intertwined your hands with his as he continued pounding into you, bringing you and him closer and closer to your releases.
“Taozi, I’m so close.” You cried, feeling your walls clench around him.
“Let go, honey. Cum all over my cock.” At that, you screamed, seeing stars as you came. Hard. Zitao groaned as he reached his own orgasm, biting your jugular as he released inside of you.
After cleaning up, you curled close into Zitao’s arms, tracing indistinct patterns into his chest. He kissed you on the head as he held you close to him.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You mumbled, feeling your eyes flutter shut as your fingers slowed. Zitao hummed in agreement as he stroked your hair for a bit before falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing.
Yay they're back! So before I pass out: mafia enemies to lovers au or workplace enemies to lovers au with Tao?
yes big yay for sleepover saturday’s !! also yall are wounding me with all these attacs wahhh but pls enjoy (i did workplace!au bc im already writing a mafia-esque enemies-to-lovers fic)
tao is that PETTY ass bitch at your workplace
like the love-hate relationship feels are Strong with this one
sometimes he steals your food from the fridge and other times he’s super defensive of u to your superiors and you’re like “make up your damn mind plEASE”
omg if a coworker flirts with u he’ll.. how do i put this.. lose it
and you’re like “ugh tao will never let me be happy :(” and everyone around u is like “wtf no he’s jealous are u blind”
yes you’re blind
yall get on each other’s nerves all the damn time and everyone is sick of it
but like then you’re out sick or something and u get back all worried about what u missed and your friend is like “no tao finished it up for u while you were gone”
and u confront him like “tf??” and he plays it off like it was such a hassle but u can tell he was worried about u lbh
so u’re like,, maybe this thot aint so bad,,,
so perhaps u start eating lunch together
and hey u always thought he was cute but now that he’s smiling around u you’re even more attracted to him wow who would have guessed
long story short yall end up the most headass couple in the building
ppl are like “u guys gotta be lowkey u can’t be dating”
and tao just waltz into work like “HI BABE I MISSED U THIS MORNING WHEN YOU WEREN’T IN BED WE SHOULD START CHANGING OUR SCHEDULES TO MATCH--”
and you’re like “tao if u don’t stfu we’re becoming enemies again right here right now”
The atmosphere of the makeshift office was impending and tense, despite the good news that had been brought. With this line of work, dread and death always seemed to linger no matter how positive any outcomes were. Darkness encapsulated the two men, stood on opposite sides of an old mahogany desk, the only light from a streetlamp outside, shining through the bamboo blinds and casting uniform white streaks over the two mysterious faces.
Tao dumped his handgun onto the desk before pulling up a chair and sitting. A sigh escaped his lungs as he relaxed into the cushion beneath him, closing his eyes. Suho narrowed his eyes and stared Tao disapprovingly before taking his own seat in his large red velvet chaise, much grander than the dingy stool Tao sat upon.
“You could’ve at least cleaned up before you came,” muttered Suho, pulling a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiping down the area around the gun Tao had set down, absorbing the droplets of blood mixed with gunpowder that had dripped off the handle. After, he tossed the stained fabric at Tao, who then began to wipe down his face, clearing away the evidence of his most recent job.
“I thought you might have wanted a souvenir,” replied Tao with a smirk, tossing the handkerchief back at Suho who caught the item in one swift movement.
“I might’ve wanted one if you’d stuck to the plan,” Suho growled, voice becoming stern as he sat himself down in his seat. “I told you not to engage them during the arms deal. Now we’ve possibly involved another gang in the battle, a reckless one too!”
Tao scoffed. “Those crackheads are as unorganised as they are stupid, they’re not a problem.”
Suho’s fists clenched, knuckles turning white, yet his face remained perfectly unchanged and seemingly calm, save for the bumbling rage flaring up in his eyes. “We’re supposed to be eliminating our enemies, not adding to them.”
Tao rose an eyebrow and gestured to the bloodied gun on the desk. “I’m fairly sure they’ve been eliminated.” Suho’s lips pursed together into a thin line, and he was ready to berate the younger, snarky man until Tao interjected with a chuckle.
“Don’t worry old man,” he laughed, causing Suho’s eyebrows to narrow at the nickname. “I stayed outside the warehouse and managed to get one of those crackheads into thinking I was from the other guys. I threatened him and he fired the first shot. They all basically did the work for me.”
“And the Caporegime?”
“He managed to get out of the shooting in a car but, a car’s never stopped me.”
“And the other clan.”
“All dead. Cypher will think that the druggies shot first for now, which will buy us time to take out everyone else in their clan before they realise that their Capo was taken out by someone with more…skill.” Tao’s lips curled upwards in self-praise at the end of his sentence.
Suho processed the information Tao had played out, the light streaming through the blinds landing over the wrinkles on his forehead as he frowned in concentration. He impatiently tapped his fingers on his desk before his face finally unravelled. He leaned back in his chair and placed an elbow on the velvet armrest, propping his head app with his palm while staring at Tao with an unreadable expression.
“You’re welcome,” gloated Tao. “My plan was better. And if that’s all I’ll leave now.” Tao rocked himself out of his chair and stood, straightening his bloodstained blazer before heading towards the door.
“Those “crackheads” you call, they’ll know they never shot first. And if anyone starts believing them then we’ll have a problem. This is why I don’t pay you to make the plans,” grumbled Suho, causing Tao to stop in the middle of the room.
“No. You pay me to do my job. And I’ve done it.”
“Still,” began Suho in a cryptic tone. “The job was rushed.” Suho paused before continuing, and only now did Tao realise, that he had been observing and inspecting him ever since he left the room. Suho's eyes had never left his body.
“Is there something else you have to do?” asked Suho. “Something else that requires your attention?”
“Of course not,” replied Tao nonchalantly.
“Then why so eager to leave?”
Tao felt himself freeze up for the first time. Somehow, something in his brain had subconsciously deemed something more important than his work. The tension only lasted less than half a second, but still, Tao’s head began to buzz at the feeling. A feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“Is that a problem?” asked Tao, the smallest hint of defensiveness in his tone. However, it was enough to prompt Suho to circle out from behind his desk and slowly make his way towards Tao’s taller figure.
His head was tilted ever so slightly to one side, as if he was moving the blood to one side of his brain, allowing the analytical half to think. His eyes scanned over Tao, but his face remained unchanged. Despite Suho’s seemingly non-threatening good looks and polite mannerisms, he was still incredibly intimidating when he wanted to be.
Suho’s eyes met Tao’s, forcing the younger into an unbreakable gaze. “Remember, Jiangshi, this job, this life, isn’t an honourable one. People get hurt, and even if you try to run it will always find you. You can’t have anything to lose, or it will destroy both it and you.”
Tao’s ears rang at those words, and slithers of dread and content began to slowly trickle into his chest. He twitched at the unfamiliar feeling and played it off as an itch. “You talk too much,” he deadpanned, his cat-like eyes shooting daggers of contempt. “There’s nothing for you to worry about.”
Suso stepped closer to Tao, causing Tao’s defensive instincts to kick in. One of his feet moved behind the other, ready to spring into a fighting stance at any moment. “I may not be as good of a hitman as you are, Jiangshi,” began Suho, voice harmless yet threatening, “but I’m just as good a liar.”
Tao’s eyes narrowed and examined Suho’s posture. He wasn’t in any position to attack, so he straightened up and walked away from his boss. His half red hand found the door handle and twisted it open. “Goodbye old man,” he called from over his shoulder, not bothering to look directly at him. He was halfway through the doorway before Suho spoke again.
“Goodbye, Tao.”
Tao felt like a shard of ice had been shoved into his back, piercing through his lungs as they deflated with one large gasp. His eyes widened, and his hand gripped the door handle so tightly he could feel the flimsy metal beginning to dent under his strong grip.
No one but himself knew his true name, the exception being his parents, who were both dead, and…
Tao spun around with a great force, his eyes landing on what he finally began to properly realise, was the most powerful man in all of East Asia. He may not be the richest, have the most men or connections. But Suho was smart, cunning and unpredictable. It was the reason as to why he rose to power so quickly.
And now, Suho had secured his obedience.
Said man looked no different, his expression unchanged. Tao however, felt his anger beginning to break through his shock. He could’ve killed Suho now and he’d never be caught, but he knew better. He knew how messy Mafia wars could get, and he wasn’t invincible. Besides, Suho was paying his bills, and Tao still held some respect for him.
Tao shot Suho one last look of disdain before swiftly stepping through the doorway and slamming the door shut, the echo rumbling through his eardrums.
***
A loud banging awoke you from your slumber. Your eyes reluctantly opened as you rolled to the side to inspect the time displayed in your alarm clock through your blurred vision. It was almost 2am. Another round of hasty thumping sounded, causing you to groan and kick the sheets of your body before standing and making your way towards your front door.
Who could possibly be here at this time of night? You were used to getting emergency calls, but no one had ever shown up at your door. Cautiously, you checked the peephole and gasped at the sight. Although he was dressed in a plain black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up instead of his usual suit and tie, it was still undeniably Tao. He had his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, and you could see the outline of his hands, clutching something thick and L shaped.
You swallowed and considered not answering, but you had encountered him enough now to feel less afraid around him. You unlocked the door and inched it open until his face came into view.
All of a sudden, his body was pushing yours backwards. The only thing stopping you from falling backwards were his strong arms which had wrapped around you tightly, pressing you against his chest.
“Thank God you’re okay,” he mumbled.
You stood there with your heart racing, hands clenched at your sides as you felt his gun pressing up against your stomach through his sweatshirt pocket, sending goosebumps through your skin. ‘What…what do you mean?” you stammered.
He leaned away from you and gripped your stiffened arms with his hands. “You need to leave. You’re in danger.”
You had trouble comprehending his statement, but the blood that was smeared on his cheek and the determination in his eyes were enough to send a wave of fear through your muscles. “What? Why?”
He released you and shut the door, locking it and pulling the chain across the doorway. Then, he removed his gun - black and shiny - from his pocket and pressed his back against the door, gaze falling on the window of your living room.
You squealed at the sight of the weapon. “Tao! What the hell are you doing?!”
“Someone knows who you are. Someone dangerous. They know you’re tied to me,” he answered in a hushed but icy voice.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “But…but I’m not a threat to anyone! I work at the hospital for godssake!” You were borderline hysterical. The threat upon your life had sent adrenaline pumping through your veins, and you weren’t thinking when you ran up to Tao, gripping his shoulders and demanding for an explanation.
“What did you do?! Why does someone want to hurt me?!”
“I don’t know! I don’t know how he found out and I don’t know what he’s going to do.”
“Who is he?”
He breathed, ready to answer. But he stopped himself. “I can’t tell you that,” he said apologetically. “It’s better if you don’t know.”
“I want to know if someone’s trying to kill me!” You squeezed his biceps, eyes full of terror and worry.
“No one’s going to kill you!” he cried, arms returning to your shoulders. His loud outburst shocked you out of your hysteria, and you instead froze. “That’s why you have to leave. Come on, I’ll help you pack.” He let you go and ventured further into your apartment until he found your bedroom.
The buzz of uneasiness that was flowing through you seemed to settle slightly in the few minutes you were glued to the same spot by your door. Eventually, you found the will to walk back into your bedroom. You were met with the sight of one of your suitcases open on the floor, a ton of clothing with the hangers still attached spilling from the edges. Tao walked up to you and returned his hands to your shoulders, coaxing you to look back up at him.
“I can get you a new passport, birth certificate, anything you need to start a new life. But you have to go now.”
“But…I have nowhere to go,” you retorted, realising that your life was here, in this town, in this apartment. “I can’t leave.”
“You have to.”
“I can’t Tao!” you replied. “I have to stay here, at the hospital. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do and…I can’t start over again. I worked too hard to get here.” Tao’s jaw tightened at your words, his grip on your shoulders strengthening. “Just tell me who wants me dead.”
“He doesn’t want you dead I don’t think,” admitted Tao. “He just knows that you’re important to me.”
You blinked in slight confusion. “I’m important to you?”
Tao didn’t answer for a while. Instead, he licked his lips and sighed, looking down at the ground before returning his gaze to you. “It’s my fault,” he muttered, disheartened. “I never use the same doctor twice.”
Your mind flashed back to the many times you’d treated Tao at the hospital. “So, why am I different?”
“Because I like y-“ He stopped suddenly, cutting himself off. “What I mean is, you’re a good doctor. You genuinely cared about me. Most of the black market type doctors do a terrible job, and I know that going to proper hospitals was a risk but…I trust you.”
You nodded slowly, acknowledging his words. Your eyes flickered around the room as you processed the statement, a small smile spreading across your lips. “I’m a good doctor?”
He smirked. “The best.”
Some time passed in silence before Tao spoke up again.
“Alright, I get if you don’t want to leave, but that means I’ll have to protect you.”
‘What do you mean by that?”
“It means that I’m not leaving until I know no one’s coming tonight.”
“Oh.” You shuffled your feet as an awkward silence fell between the two of you. “Like, as in you won’t leave my room? Or this house? Or-“
“I could leave your room,” he stated, a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. “But then someone could climb through the window and pull out a gun and-“
“Okay! Okay, you can stay here,” you interjected, scoffing at the cheeky smile that had appeared on Tao’s face. He strolled over to your desk and pulled the chair out until it was up against a wall between your window and your door. He sat himself down with his gun in his hand.
“Sorry for waking you up by the way. You can go back to sleep if you want,” he mumbled.
You took timid steps towards your bed and pulled away the covers. “It’s not like I can sleep now when someone wants me dead.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here.”
It was then you wondered, why was Tao doing this for you? Yes, he said you were a good doctor, but there were a thousand better ones that could tend to him. Tao, a hitman with the most terrifying reputation, was sat in your bedroom, protecting you simply because he trusted you enough to patch him up when he was injured. Even if he was responsible for the threat upon your life, he was taking responsibility for it. Somehow, it warmed your heart. Maybe he wasn’t as heartless as his job made him out to be.
You found yourself tiptoeing back towards Tao and leaning down, your arms coming around his torso to embrace him. “Thank you,” you whispered. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest as his empty hand reached around you to mimic the gesture. You backed away and pressed a kiss to his jaw, expressing your gratitude, and you swore you felt him tense a little at your action.
Despite the danger that was seemingly resent, having Tao by your side, protecting you, was enough to calm your nerves, sending you into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: THIS WAS LITERALLY DONE AND SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A MONTH I AM SO SORRY
Tao Drabble: Coming home to their S/O after a long day
There were times where you would normally go to bed after some late hours in the night. Times where no matter how much you wanted to stay awake, your eyes would betray you and close. But this time you did as you could to stay awake, to wait for your boyfriend to come home, as he promised you to.
I know it’s late, but I want to see you tonight. Can I come to your place?
Tao had texted you during his break, hoping of course that you would say yes. He hated when days passed and he wasn’t able to see you due to his busy schedule. So even if it were five minutes, before you completely closed your eyes, it would be enough for him. For his heart.
I’m almost there baobei, please wait for me <3
He had send that message but you didn’t read it. Not because you didn’t want to but your mind wanted one thing and your body another.
“Baobei” You heard somewhere in the distance, not completely asleep yet.
“Look at you... looking adorable as always...” You felt how your boyfriend carried you in his arms and took you to your room since you didn’t have much energy left to move on your own.
“Tao?”
“Shh.... rest. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be here in the morning when you wake up”
A/N: This was requested by smileandstudy
Do not re-post without permission or use in any way, this is my work.
Summary: Somtimes, not telling is the worst thing you could to. Although you don’t want him to worry or feel bad about it. He will be there for you.
You've had a hard time ever since you started school in Korea. You have trouble learning the language and math has never been your favorite subject. Not understanding it doesn't really help at all, although your teachers are all really kind and understanding. They know that it is hard to learn a new language, especially when you already learned 4. Languages have always been your favorite subjects in school so naturally, you chose as many as possible. By now you're fluent in German and English and can easily communicate in French and Spanish. You are disappointed that you struggle so hard learning Korean, but the it's so different and you never imagined having to learn it. Well you don't have to. You want to, although your loving boyfriend, Exo's Tao, always tells you that you can just speak English, you often stay awake till 2 am to study Korean.
You and Tao met about a year ago. You were 18 and just finished school. Since you were not sure what to do now, you took all the money you saved and traveled through Asia. On your way from Beijing to Seoul you were upgraded into the first class and as you tried to put you luggage away a tall boy helped you. “Thank you” you whispered and turned around. You've only been in China for a week, but his face was everywhere. “Y-You're part of that band. Um. What's it called?” You stuttered embarrassed that you forgot the name. “Exo.” He grinned and that immediately made your heart flutter.. “I'm so sorry I forgot.” You bowed and he smiled at you. “It's alright.” You sat down and from there on you two couldn't stop chatting. When you landed he even gave your his phone number and after you left the continent he didn't stop texting you. About half a year later you moved to Korea and decided to attend school there at least three times a week to improve your Korean. Since Tao usually has practice until late in the evening you spend your mornings and afternoons in school and then join the 12 Exo-members at the SM building. Your Korean has improved, but you still struggle a lot. And having 3 extreme Exo-Fans in your class doesn't make it better. As soon as they found out that you're Tao's girlfriend they started annoying you. Asking for autographs, following you after school. If they're on a break, some of the boys sometimes pick you up after school and the three girls would run towards them, screaming. After they realized that you don't really speak Korean and that you'll probably never help them to get to know Exo they started bullying you. You haven't told Tao, although the three extremes-as you usually call them- started attacking you physically. It's nothing too bad, 'Just' some grabbing and pulling of your hair. Nothing you would tell Tao. He's always been worried about you being under attack from the fandom. Most of Exo-L accept you since you put a smile on the boys faces, they stared speaking English more because it's the only way to communicate with you and, most importantly, you have a tumblr as well as a youtube channel that the boys like to take over. They then post silly pictures and videos or organize livestreams where they communicate with their fans. But the extreme fans hate you. They hate you a lot. They threaten you and your relationship and tell lies about you. Sometimes, when Tao reads those, he disappears for a few hours. You don't know what he's doing but you guess that he spends his time at the gym. He always comes back relaxed and takes care that you don't take the threats too seriously. If they are especially bad, he even takes you out to go to a restaurant. Just the two of you. You always tell him that he doesn't need to do that, but he insists. In interviews the boys often explain how Tao asks them to pay for him, but when he's with you he never makes you pay, although you often suggest it. If He'd know about the four girls, he'd probably go crazy whenever you're in school. You know it's wrong not to tell him, but they'll have a comeback really soon and you don't want to distract him.
One unfortunate day, everything goes too far. The girls start cornering you during break and start with their usual nasty insults.
“You're not good enough.”
“You're not pretty enough”
“Do you really think the boys like you?”
You already learned to ignore those sentences. Your expression is blank and as they notice that this doesn't affact you at all, one of them kicks in the knee. Unfortunately they hit it in the wrong spot and you break down screaming. One of your teachers quickly runs towards you and the girls disappear. You're lucky that it's your English teacher. He asks you what happened. You just tell him that you fell but you can see it in his eyes, that he doesn't really believe you. He helps you go to the nurse and she quickly checks your knee. Fortunately nothing bad happened, but you have to walk on crutches until everything is alright again. 'What am I going to tell Tao.' You limp out of your school and already see a tall, blond figure running towards you “Your teacher called me.”He breathes quickly and tries to catch his breath. “He told me that 3 girls in your class did it. Is that true?” Tao's face is dark and sad and you would do anything, just to take this expression away. “I-It wasn't their fault.”
“What do you mean? The teacher told me that he saw them corner you before. Why didn't he tell me before? Why didn't YOU tell me ?!” The dark expression leaves his face and he looks at me in disappointment.
“Your comeback is so close. I didn't want to distract you. . ” My arms quiver a little bit and Tao quickly picks me up. He presses his head into the curve of my neck and takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “They are our fans. . Right?”I don't want to tell him first, but he'll figure it out soon enough and then he would be angry again. I nod carefully and he starts swearing in Chinese. 'This is bad.' You think to yourself 'Really really bad.'. He carefully carries you towards the black van and puts you inside his hand shaking a bit. “Tao. Calm down.” You take his hands and carefully kiss his knuckles. “How can I when the people I care so much about hurt the person I care most about ?!” He's mad and disappointed. He doesn't even look at you once while you drive to, what you assume to be, the SME building but you end up in front of Exo's dorm. He carries you inside and sets you down on the bed the two of you share whenever you're there. You have your own, small apartment but since it's in a really bad part of the city, the boys often do not feel comfortable letting you sleep there. “Why didn't you tell me?” Tao whispers and looks at you intensely. His perfect face looks so scared and sad that it hurts you. “I told you. I didn't because your comeback is so close.” He Sighs. “You know you're more important.” He kisses you and carefully pushes you into a laying position. He carefully takes your shoes of although you protest. Then he takes his shoes of and carefully places the two pairs beside each other. He wraps his arm around you and nuzzles your neck.
“When did it start?” He asks.
“About 3 months ago.. they just attacked me verbally first, but about a week ago they started doing it physically. You weren't here when they started because you were in China to go to this variety show and I thought that they would stop soon enough or that they at least wouldn't hurt me too bad. So I didn't tell you.” You sigh and look at him. “I would have told you as soon as everything was calm again.” You add and carefully interlace your hands.
“As soon as everything is over? The comeback is in over 1 month and after that I won't be here a lot.” He shakes his head and you just nod. You knew that.
“But right now just wasn't the right timing. . ”You whispered.
“It's always the right timing to tell me something like that. What would you have told me if I had seen bruises on you ?” He shudders as he imagines you covered in angry, purple marks that aren't his hickeys.
“If something like this ever happens again, you'll tell me. Immediately.” He looks at you and brushes your cheek, than he takes the covers and carefully puts them over the two of you.
