hey guys, sorry for being away for a while, I only have less than two weeks until my flight to the States for college and I'm a busy wreck ( I swear I'm the world's worst packer ) so I'm going to post my updates for Petrichor only on AFF for now since I already had chapters drafted there. I'll repost everything here when I finally get settled down in my new apartment in the States and finish with orientation and stuff. I'm so sorry and I hope that you guys will bear with me during this, thank you for being so patient and supportive <3
P e t r i c h o r : Rainy With A Chance of Park Chanyeol - 19
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A/N: Do I have to rate this chapter as M?
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It was a little past two-thirty when Minseok came in for his shift, entering with him was one of the two guys she met on Christmas. He’s been a regular at Café Halcyon over the holidays and having bumped into her a few times, she was able to befriend the tall Canadian-Chinese man.
“Haneul-ah! It’s good to see you.” Minseok called, a big toothy grin on his face as he made his way to the back of the counter. “You’re here early.”
“It’s good to see you too oppa. And yeah, I had to cancel a shopping trip because I was uh- held up so I decided to drop by and set up first.” She turned to face the blonde guy sitting at the bar counter. “Kris, the usual?”
He nodded, giving her a lopsided grin.
It was way past lunch time and most customers have already left to go back to work, so as the orders slowed and came to a halt, Minseok took the chance to go to the restroom. Haneul stayed at her place, she shifted her feet and leaned her hip against the edge of the countertop.
Kris stopped scrolling through his phone, shoved it into his pocket and grabbed this unfinished cup of Caramel Macchiato. “I’m gonna go, I have to meet Luhan shortly.”
“Oh, alright. I’ll just tell–” Haneul said.
“Minseok already knows.” He smiled at her before adding. “But thanks.” Turning around, he took a step away but then turned back to face the girl at the counter. “Hey, Haneul.”
“Hmmm?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner, with me, some time?” He drawled the question slowly, dark eyes searching her face with the same small smile on his lips.
“Me?” She pointed to herself, staring back at him with a startled look.
“Yes you.” The man laughed, the soft laughter sounded really pleasant in her ears and she couldn’t find it in herself to turn him down. After all he didn’t really seem like the type to be interested in girls like her, so it’d just be a dinner between new friends.
“Sure.” Haneul smiled. “Why not?”
The grin he returned her with was charming and almost dazzling. “Okay, cool. I’ll text you soon.”
“Wait, you don’t have–” She trailed off, because he has already turned and disappeared through the doors of the café. “–my number.”
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Two days later and the calendar read 14th February.
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During her shift with Minseok, he spoke to her while he was transferring the cream from the carton to a jar. “Haneul-ah.”
“Yes?” She looked up from her place behind the glass shelf, she was crouching down and arranging the pastries – cakes to the left, tarts to the right and creampuffs in the middle.
“Kris asked me for your number last night.” He murmured. “Is it okay if I give it to him?”
She pushed the empty tray to the side and adjusted the price plate of the tray of blueberry cheesecakes. “Yeah it’s fine.”
“Alright.”
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One would think that Valentine’s Day would be a day of significance, but for Haneul and Chanyeol it proved to be just like any other normal days. He came over after she went home from work and they ordered Chinese food while watching the weekday re-run of Running Man.
The text came a few hours later, when Haneul was on the couch with Chanyeol making his way over with a tub of mint-chocolate ice-creams and two spoons in his hands. She reached for her phone as he settled himself next to her, opening the tub of ice-cream.
It was just a simple text telling her that the message was indeed, from Kris and that he got her number through Minseok.
“Who’s it from?” He asked non-chalantly, already digging a spoon into the frozen cream.
She texted him back before putting it back onto the coffee table in front of her. Grabbing the other spoon from his hand, she answered. “Kris.”
“Kris?”
“Yeah, Minseok’s friend.”
“The Canadian guy you told me about?”
“Yes.” She shoved a spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth, and wincing a bit as the coldness hit the roof of her mouth.
“What did he say?” Chanyeol asked.
“Just letting me know that it’s him, I guess. Since he got my number from Minseok a little while after he asked me out to dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” He left it at that and played with the big piece of chocolate chip on the surface.
Minutes passed before Chanyeol finally spoke again, his tone was not as light as before but she shrugged it off, having thinking that it was just her imagination. “So, are you going to go to dinner with Kris?”
“Yeah, I mean why not? He’s a friend and he’s really nice.”
“I see.” He nodded and stayed quiet for the rest of the night.
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It was, until Chanyeol spotted the new set of strings on her guitar when they were in her bedroom that he slipped back to being his normal self.
“Did you change them?” Chanyeol asked, pointing to the instrument.
She threw herself onto the bed, burying her face into the pillow and murmuring. “Yeah.”
“When will you play for me?” He asked and she could feel the mattress dip with the extra weight as he crawled over to her side. “Haneul.” He jabbed his finger into the side of her waist. “Haneul-ah.” He did it again, only this time, followed by another finger, and then then next.
“Stop it.” Wriggling herself away from him, words already leaving her mouth in huffed breaths as he continued his ministrations. “Park…Chanyeol! Stop. I can’t bre–”
By this time she was already on her back and clawing the air in front of her while he moved closer and straddled her, successfully trapping her underneath him and his hands never ceasing their tortuous prodding.
“You. Promised. Me.” He punctuated each word with a jab to her side.
“I did not.” She retorted, curling away from him. “I said I’ll think–” A squeal left her lips as he sat on her feet, stopping all her attempts at moving backwards.
“Think about it?”
A jab.
“Still?”
Another jab.
“You still have to think about it?”
Another jab and she was having trouble breathing while giggling and squirming at the same time.
“Even after I kissed you?”
Her breath caught in her throat and her body froze beneath him. It was the first time that Chanyeol brought it up and she didn’t know what to say. And to make it all the more harder for her, his face was only inches from hers and his hands which have stopped moving – thank him very much – were resting on the bare skin at the sides of her waist. Her shirt had ridden up from all her struggling and wriggling in the process that she didn’t even notice it until she started to feel the small familiar tingles that Chanyeol’s touches brought.
Chanyeol’s face was wiped all the previous playfulness and he was staring at her with an intent look in his eyes. She recognized the brief flash of something in those brown orbs and her stomach churned. His eyes searched her features, lingering at her lips a little too long before meeting her eyes once again.
“Still?” He breathed, his face itching incredibly close.
“Chanyeol.” She warned. Her eyes involuntarily flickered to his lips and her heart thumped at seeing them move closer.
“Haneul.” He moved even closer, his soft breath on her lips. She saw hesitation flash across his eyes, a conflict in depths of dark brown but it disappeared as quickly as it'd appeared.
Just as she thought he was going to kiss her, he stopped moving, leaving only the smallest distance between eager lips. She could feel the soft graze of his bottom lip across hers and her mind was in a flurry. He held their place for a little too long and he noticed the small tilt of her chin.
And then the last thing she saw was a twitch of the corner of his lip before his lips came crashing onto hers, as her fingers found their place tangled in the wild mess of his hair.
Unlike the previous kisses they shared, this was not as slow and gentle, it was far from it. He was pressing his body against her, longing to feel more contact as some unknown, sudden raw desire broke free and overtook the two of them. When she was sure that she was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen, he freed her lips and she drew in a lungful of air before having it hitch in her throat when he moved his lips and was trailing open mouth kisses along her jaw.
Needing his lips back onto hers, she pulled his face upwards and connected their lips together as tongues tussled and lips keen. As the heat of the kiss increased, his hands were caressing her hips, calloused fingers slipping underneath the loose sweater and grazed across her stomach and she couldn’t help the soft moan that pressed itself to the base of her throat.
“Haneul.” He spoke into the kiss. “Haneul. Haneul-ah.”
When her fingers trailed down his chest, he whined against her lips and suddenly broke the kiss only to sit up and pull off his thick hoodie, revealing his naked upper body. He ran a hand through his hair as he struggled to catch his breath as he leaned back down, eyes dark with desire and lips pink and swollen.
Chanyeol working out with Joonmyeon and Jongin sure paid off well – hell it paid off really, really well – as her eyes travelled across his milky skin, toned chest, tight abs and strong arms and she lost her focus again when his hands resumed their previous position at her waist. Large, warm hands skated up along her waist and glided over the hollows and bumps of her ribcage before grabbing the soft fabric of her sweater. In one swift movement, he slid an arm under her bare waist and then yanked the piece of clothing above her head, leaving her bra and a pair of shorts.
He kissed his way down her neck and to the valley between her breasts, only to trail butterfly kisses upwards to bury his face into the base of her neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin there.
All the while his hands never stopped moving, never stopped their merciless act of setting every inch of her exposed skin on fire.
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A/N: I'M SORRY FOR THE Mini-CLIFFHANGER (?) AGAIN. Alright, that and I probably feel like I need to apologize in advance for all that's going to happen in the upcoming....20 chapters or so (yes there're at least 20 more chapters of dumb yeol, fluff, haneul, kris (?) and more fluff) to comeee so yup. That's pretty much it, and also, yes it's Friday but I decided to update earlier because I love you guys ~
CHAPTEEER 18;_____; (hello again :D) seriously how could u write these fluffs? I'm wondering if those kind of fluffiness happens to u in real life(if yes im jealousss ahaha) i can sense kris is coming sooooon! omggg. Thankyou for the amazing updateee!
I AM SORRY FOR ALL THE FLUFF ;A; I don't know what's wrong with me, everything I write is either fluffy or ridiculously fluffy. (sadly, no, those fluffiness don't happen to me, not in this lifetime because my life is just sad like that)
SOON.
And thank YOU for being so sweet :D I hope you're having a lovely day~
Are you serious with turning the Kai story into a FIC?! As in a Lonnnnnnng story??? IF YES THEN TELL ME IF THIS IS CHRISTMAS BECAUSE I CAN'T DEA L WITH THE KIM JONG IN. UNF. ok. And you are so pretty it's insane that you can have that face and write so well at the same time ㅠㅠ gimme yo face alrd gul
YES I AM ;_; someone stop me
And nooooooooooooooooooooo I'm not, you can have my face, take it, it's yours I don't want it ;_;
Is the Book of Sehun available to read? Everytime I get directed to the Asian fan fic link I don't see the story for it :/ same for book of Kai! Any help please? I subscribed to it, yet it only shows that Foreword is available
No it isn't yet, I have only started posting chapters for the Book of Wu Yifan for now, I've made Sehun's and Jongin's stories available for subscription because I have already started the writing process. Thank you for being so patient with me, this will take a longer time because all the stories are connected, so it's going to require more planning and writing.
Hi there! I just wanted to say that I love your story 'Petrichor' ! Chanyeol is one of my baes and I love the word petrichor! So yeah, I love your writing style and writing :)
Thank you so much :) I'm so happy that you're enjoying Petrichor (oh yes, I love the word too *v*) And how can Yeol not be a bae, I mean, it's Park Chanyeol we're talking about here xD Again, thank you so much for this message, please stay tuned for more Petrichor~ ^^
A/N: cough/ preview/ cough/ at the end/ cough cough.
Three nights later, when Chanyeol showed up at her doorstep decked in a pair of sweats and a pullover sweater, holding a family-sized pack of Lays crisps to his chest along with DVDS of the whole Batman trilogy and the world’s biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face, she let him in.
She woke up in his arms again the next morning and she told herself that she wouldn’t do what she did, that she could just get up and go about her day while waiting for him to wake up. But one look at his tousled hair and the dimple that appeared on his cheek as he pursed his lips, she did exactly what she told herself not to.
She asked herself, best friends do cuddle, right?
Right?
It was becoming a routine; a routine that they both seemingly found nothing wrong with, and therefore stuck to it.
As Haneul cleaned her bathroom later that day, she stared at the toothbrush with a red silicone-grip next to her green one for a few seconds before looking away, still feeling the tightness in her chest.
Chanyeol stayed over the following night. And as she was quickly losing herself to unconsciousness with his arms holding her body close against his, the only thing she remembered was feeling a pair of familiar soft lips pressing themselves to her forehead.
When they woke up, Chanyeol decided to take Haneul out for breakfast. After breakfast, he dragged her to go grocery shopping with him and then went back and forth choosing which brand of salad dressing he should buy about seven times before finally grabbing the mayonnaise and putting it into the trolley instead.
February 2014
The night when Chanyeol didn’t stay over, Haneul was surprised hear someone ringing her doorbell repeatedly. She had just finished taking a shower and drying her hair since she would be going to work andshe wanted to drop by Tom Lee’s to buy a new set of guitar strings. She had found herself wanting to resume playing her almost forgotten guitar multiple times already but she had to replace the strings since because the lack of use plus the moving of apartments caused a few spots of rust to gather.
“Wait, hold on.” She mumbled to herself while putting on a pair of jeans and a large pullover hoodie over the white button-up shirt for work.
And of course, standing at her doorstep was none other than Park Chanyeol. He was dressed and she spotted his guitar case beside him.
“Chanyeol?”
“Good morning, Haneul-ah.” He greeted as he stepped inside her apartment, he set down the guitar by the foot of her couch before turning around. “I am here for my breakfast.”
“What?” She wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly.
“I have to meet Yixing for practice later and Jongin went to the dance studio.” Chanyeol said.
“And?” She eyed him, hands perched on her hips.
“I’m hungry?”
Haneul gave him a look. “You can cook.”
“I’m lazy.”
“Then get something on your way to practice then.” Her eyes narrowed at him. “I'm not your personal chef, Yeol.”
“But –” He made his way over to her in two long strides and stood in front of her, bending a bit so that he was staring at her at eye-level. “–I was craving pancakes, your pancakes. Please? Haneul, please?”
Before she could say anything, he smacked on that huge childish grin of his – dimple in tact, of course – and she sighed. “Sit down.” She waved him away and turned around to walk towards the fridge.
His arms went around her shoulders despite her orders, and he draped himself over her side awkwardly but he didn't care. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I don't know what I'll do without you, you're the best.”
She felt her cheeks warm up.
And the fact that he smelled like fresh spearmint and lemon scented aftershave didn't help the riot occurring in the pits of her stomach, not at all.
Well, hell.
“Shit.”
Haneul looked up from her phone and gave the boy a questioning look.
“Late…” He was already shoving what was left of his pancakes and then he was standing up and wiping his lips with the napkin. Hastily grabbing his guitar and slipping on his shoes, he opened the door while Haneul stood behind him with a small smile on her lips. Chanyeol never really did learn the right way to manage his time.
“I have to go now.”
He paused and turned around once he stepped out the door and before she could even blink or come up with a response, he was already slipping a palm against her cheek and leaning forward. He burned the wings of the butterflies inside her stomach with the chaste but gentle kiss he pressed onto her lips.
“Thank you for breakfast, Haneul-ah.” He chirped light-heartedly, breath hovered over her lips as his thumb grazed along her temple.
And then he was gone in an instant, having darted out to catch the elevator, leaving her standing at the door with a stunned expression on her face, her heart slamming against her ribcage and the faint trace of syrup on her lips.
Inside the elevator, Chanyeol was just standing there, dumbfounded once it dawned on him what he'd done. He absentmindedly licked his bottom lip, and then reached up to touch it with his fingers. It'd happen so quickly that he wasn't even sure if it had actually happened, but he knew for a fact, that it had because he was the one that initiated it in the first place.
Why, though?
He didn't know.
He sighed, resting his forehead against the cool metal door.
This was getting out of hand, he was getting out of hand. He's got to stop acting on his impulses, before it became too late.
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A/N: (COUGH. LET'S THROW IN A PREVIEW FOR CHAPTER 19 SHALL WE?! for those lovelies that really reads my a/n here's your treat ;v;)
“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner, with me, some time?” He drawled the question slowly, dark eyes searching her face with the same small smile on his lips.
“Me?” She pointed to herself, staring back at him with a startled look.
“Yes you.” The man laughed, the soft laughter sounded really pleasant in her ears and she couldn’t find it in herself to turn him down. After all he didn’t really seem like the type to be interested in girls like her, so it’d just be a dinner between new friends.
“Sure.” Haneul smiled. “Why not?”
The grin he returned her with was charming and almost dazzling. “Okay, cool. I’ll text you soon.”
“Wait, you don’t have–” She trailed off, because he has already turned and disappeared through the doors of the café. “–my number.”
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(and some moreeeee because I'm in a good mood today :D)
“Still?” He breathed, his face itching incredibly close.
----------------------------so yeeeeeeeeeah, I'll leave it to you guys to guess what's gonna happen hohohoho-------------------------------------
Thank you so much everyone, for taking your time to read my story and subscribing, commenting and upvoting. You have no idea how happy and fulfilling it makes me to know that people are enjoying what I write, it's an honor for me to be able to take my readers on this journey (which is far from over, by the way, just throwing that out there (; ) and I'm truly grateful for each and every one of you.
Kai's Leather Jacket Romance, from 3 shots to a whole fic, new twist and more.
Allllllllllllllright helloo lovelies :D So after posting part one of Kai's Leather Jacket Romance, I've been getting very good responses from readers so I've decided to make some little changes to it, ready?
- 3 SHOTS -> FIC? - This was initially just a 3 part short story but I'm 98.9% certain that I'll be making it into a full blown fic (there were plans of this after I wrote the second part, but I wasn't as sure or inspired at that time, but now I am sooo)
- LOVE TRIANGLE? Also, a little sneak-peek-teaser-hint-i-don't-know-what-to-call-this, for the anon who requested for me to write a certain love triangle, you will be getting your wish in the upcoming parts of Leather Jacket Romance :) Let's say the storylines for LJR and the one I'd wanted to write for the request fits to a tee.
- 'YOU' - Eh, uh, RIGHT. I almost forgot what I was going to say, well, I tend to write in 3rd person (as you can see from all of my fics) but LJR is the first piece I've posted that is written in the 'you' point of view, I was curious and felt like it would be a good experimental piece (which I'm pretty satisfied with, and I feel comfortable with this writing style) so I will keep it in that point of view throughout the rest of the story.
- UPDATES? - As soon as I've had the general plot mapped out and ready, I'll continue updating. Rest assured, it won't take ages as I'm on break and I'm getting really inspired and feeling the urge to write.
- If you have any other questions, ideas or anything really, that you'd like to tell me, please don't hesitate to message me and tell me about it :)
- INSPIRATIONS? - I'm also open to inspirations and ideas, I haven't finished writing this story yet, so as I develop ideas for the plot I'm open to any suggestions or ideas from readers. (I cannot guareentee that I will fulfill everything but I will try as long as it fits with the general plot :) )
So yup, if you have any ideas or little details and things you'd like to see in the story or just anything that you think would inspire me, please message me and I will be sure to do my best :)
I'll be replying to all of your messages, I love to interact with my readers just to make the writing and reading experience a little lot more enjoyable on both parts :D so yeah~
That is all, also, I'm also on AFF. I'll be posting updates of my stories on both Tumblr and AFF but since AFF has notifications for updates I like it better (?).
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AFF on-going fics (Click on the titles of the stories below to be directed)
- Petrichor: Rainy With A Chance Of Park Chanyeol
- The Chronicles: Book of Wu Yifan: The Other Half
- The Chronicles: Book of Kim Jongin: Fated
- The Chronicles: Book of Oh Sehun: Whispers of The Wind
- Leather Jacket Romance (Featuring Kai and who knows whooo elseee?)
Please update the kai story soon! I'm so excited for it !! :)
Thank you! I'm actually really surprised to be getting so many good feedbacks with this story, and please be patient as I may turn it into a full blown fic instead of a 2 3-shot since I've been getting inspired lately :3 Rest assured I will update as soon as I can!
The Chronicles-Book of Wu Yifan: The Other Half - 03
Yifan looked at her for a moment before his hands found hers almost naturally and she felt the reaction instantly. “I feel it too.” He murmured, drawing a line along her palm to her wrist.
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Note: The female character's name is Zixia, which is Chinese. Xia (霞) in chinese means the afterglow, dawn, daybreak or simply the red clouds in the sky. Therefore throughout this story, some characters will address the oc as Dawn.
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The Underworld: Fifth Day
Yes, she felt conflicted but she couldn’t muster up the anger and hatred that she should be feeling. One, because the pain only lasted briefly and the one that inflicted it was neither Hades nor Yifan. Two, she didn’t see any point in being angry when it would not do her any good as she was – in a way – stuck in the Underworld and Hades did not have to result to the East Dragon clan if he wasn’t really desperate. It was clearly a parent’s act of care for his child’s life and well-being. Being a king and ruler of the afterlife did not make Hades any less of a parent, that much she knew for sure. Despite not entirely understanding and agreeing to his antics, she did not take it to heart.
Or what’s left of it. She laughed under her breath and straightened up when Hades entered the common room. She has rested and stayed in bed long enough, her energy levels weren’t full but she has recovered enough to be able to move around.
“I trust that my son has told you.” He began as he took a seat opposite her on the armchair, crossing his legs and placing his hands atop his knees in seriousness.
She nodded. “He has, and I know what you’re asking of me.”
“You have not made a decision.” Hades simply commented; it wasn’t a question.
“I haven’t.”
“But if you were to – hypothetically speaking – offer your assistance in finding him, how certain are you that you would be able to do so?”
She could feel the slight increase in the pace of his blood flow as he waited for her answer. “If, hypothetically speaking, I am in optimum health and the alignment of the lunar calendar does not interfere with me, I can find him in three months.” She then added. “Four, the most but that would be unlikely as your son has already so helpfully given me his…overall whereabouts.”
Hades’s dark eyes widened “Are you certain of that?”
“I have my ways, and a long list of people – both humans and supernatural – who owe me.” She explained.
He look genuinely impressed, but the worry was evident in his eyes as he pondered on what was at risk.
She decided to bring it to light and save both of them the trouble. “I’d like to ask you something.”
“Anything, Dawn.”
“You do know that there is a chance it may be too late right?” She asked.
Hades nodded, a solemn expression etched across his features. “I do know that.”
“And what you did will not be taken lightly even though I am healing at such a rapid rate.”
“I am aware of the price I have to pay for that.” He said. “And I am ready for my payment is due.”
“You knew what was at stake and the wages you would have to pay, why still do it? For all you know, I may be so offended that I will refuse helping you just because.”
“I would not ask anyone to do this if I did not have a better option, if I could I would do it myself. But I’m bound to the land of the Underworld myself as are my subjects.” Hades sighed, and covered his face with his palms for a moment as he leaned over. It was something that she did not expect to see from, looking at him right now made the man look oddly…human despite the aura of power and authority that relentlessly clung to his humble figure.
“My son…is still here. It means that the other part of him is still alive, somehow, somewhere.” When he removed his hands, he looked up at her with glassy eyes. “And I’m holding onto that hope.”
She felt a sudden stab of pain at her chest and she winced, placing a palm flat against where her heart should be.
“It’s a part of the healing process and that would be your body’s way of accepting the heartstring.”
Her head snapped up at once. “Heartstring?”
“Yes. Did Yifan not tell you –”
“Didn’t he just give me his blood?”
“He gave it to you along with the transfusion.”
She immediately stood up from her place at the chair and over to him as she bent down so that they were at eye level. “Did you make him do it?”
“No, I would not do such a thing.” He held her eyes firmly. She inspected his entire blood circulation for any hints telling her that he was not being truthful. “He made that decision entirely on his own and I am not one to interfere.”
He wasn’t lying.
“Where is he?” She asked, straightening back up.
“He’s in the greenhouse downstairs. I can take you – wait!”
Before he could finish his sentence, she was already out the door.
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The palace was a gigantic maze, but she had no problem locating the greenhouse as she made her way down the grand staircase. The corridors were all almost desolated except for a few of who she assumed were subject workers, they all bowed and greeted her once they spotted her.
“You are looking for Prince Yifan, right?” A woman’s voice sounded from behind her, as she exited a room on the left side of the hall. She had silvery white hair and winkles decorating a heart shaped face.
She nodded. “I am. I was told he’s in the greenhouse.” She pointed to the huge glass ornament structure at the end of the hallway.
“He spends most of his time there.” The old woman told her.
She nodded again.
“What’s keeping you here, Traveler?” She asked, a smile playing on her face. And when she failed to understand what she was implying, she gave a little laugh and tilted her head in the direction of the greenhouse. “Go.”
“Oh, alright. I will be going. Thank you.” She bowed and left her, but couldn’t help shake off the feeling that she has met her somewhere. The way she talked and treated her with such kindness that would remind people of a friendly grandmother.
And she called her Traveler.
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She walked through the opened glass doors that seemed to stretch far into the ceiling, slowly making her way around various plants and bushes until she saw a dark figure sitting on the stone bench beside a mango tree. His eyes were fluttered shut and his breathing steady as the light seemed to dance across his pale skin.
But it wasn’t long before she remembered the reason she wanted to see him in the first place, and when she accidentally stepped on a branch and made an audible noise as it snapped. Yifan’s eyes opened and his head turned to her. They flashed bright ember for a moment before dulling to a soft hazel upon seeing that there was no danger.
She stood still for a moment and looked at him as he did the same. Hades’s previous words echoed inside her head.
“Are you insane?” She blurted. “Have you gone mad?”
His expression told her that her outburst was unexpected but he soon recovered and patted the empty spot next to him on the bench, signaling for her to join him. She did not hesitate to oblige.
“Is it why it felt strange when you touched my skin that night? It wasn’t just because of your blood in my system?” She asked.
Yifan looked at her for a moment before his hands found hers almost naturally and she felt the reaction instantly. “I feel it too.” He murmured, drawing a line along her palm to her wrist.
They stayed like that for a while, and even though she was usually not one to accept skinskip like this, she found it oddly soothing to be near him. His presence just felt, fresh and uncomplicated unlike most of the beings she was so used to in the Axis. Moments like this reminded her of days that she missed but also dreaded remembering.
Not wanting to ruin the nice moment, she settled for stealing another few minutes before bringing herself to ask.
“Did you really give me your heartstring?”
He stopped tracing her wrist, still keeping a hold of her hand with the other, he reached up to unbutton the first four buttons of his shirt. Even though he was still dressed in black, she noted that it was a different set of clothing from what he wore the last time she saw him. As he revealed more of his skin, she saw the beginnings of a white material and soon it was clear that his chest was heavily bandaged.
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Just like hers was.
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She looked at the exposed part of his chest, at the bandages and she wrecked her brain for a logical reason behind Yifan’s decision.
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“Looks like I made the right choice.” She remembered him saying those words that night when he came to visit her after the healing, and now she understood what he really meant.
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“Why?” She asked.
“As you know, normal dragon blood have the ability to heal just as Pheonix tears could. You needed something…more powerful for the kind of injury you had, afterall it was the price for your ticket to the Underworld. I figured it’s the least I could do for what they have done to you for my sake.”
She knew the value of the extractions of heartstrings in the Supernatural world. For beings like them, their heartstrings held an immense amount of power. The number of heartstrings varies among each species of the supernatural, for instance, werewolves and shapeshifters had as many as thousands of heartstrings since they’re more feelings-bound. And of course, the more heartstrings they had, the less power each held.
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Scarcity determined the value.
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And for dragons, they only had two in their entire lifetime.
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Only one of the two could be given, once it’s taken, the remaining heartstring would be the only thing separating a dragon from a still heart and eventually, irreversible death.
“But it’s not for you to pay.” She murmured, suddenly losing her voice.
“Oh, on the contrary.” He weaved his fingers through hers. “What difference would it make? If I do not find my human part, I would die. My heartstring can regenerate your heart and give you powers that would deem useful in the future. Plus it’s not like I had to die giving you my heartstring.”
“But I didn’t agree to helping you find him, though.”
“My life is basically in your hands, Dawn.” He said. “It’s one of the many wages I have to pay for being born. My existence is a curse.”
“It’s not.”
“How would you know that?”
She bit her lip, not being able to find her voice. He looked at her, ember eyes shining with all the hurt laced helplessness that he was made to endure.
And for once, she understood.
Because she, too, was a prisoner at birth.
“I’ll do it.”
He froze and gaped at her, a look of utter bewilderment on his face. “What?”
“I said I’ll do it.”
The man stared at her long and hard with an unreadable expression, and before she could react he pulled her closer to him. Sliding an arm around her waist, he rested his chin on her shoulder and she could hear the relief and emotions in his voice as he whispered. “Thank you, Zixia-ah.”
She was too busy regulating her own heartbeat to notice that his blood flow has picked up its pace.
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Nor did she notice the sudden presence behind them standing by the pond, having witnessed everything.
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The Underworld: Sixth Day
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After supper, she returned to her room only to stop at the door, feeling another presence inside the room. Her hand hesitated at the handle, she knew who it was but she was not sure if she was ready to face him yet. The last few encounters had not been pleasant and all too brief.
But now he was inside, waiting for her.
Something in her head told her to turn the handle and open the door.
He was sitting on the chair one moment, as soon as she stepped in he disappeared only to reappear in front of her.
“Jongin.” She acknowledged.
He didn’t say anything, the confliction was evident in his eyes as he stared at her. He was breathing heavily through his nose, and somewhere, somehow she could hear his heart trying to hold itself together.
“Say my name again.” His voice cracked, and his previously stoic expression crumbled into one of utter pain and desperation – the expression of a broken man.
“Jongin.” His name left her lips in a whisper, so that the difference wouldn’t be as obvious. To anyone, they could’ve been mistaken as one but she knew that Jongin was too far gone to be equipped with this sense of ignorance.
His shaky hand found her face and he leaned closer, dark orbs examining every part of her face.
So much she’d wanted to say to him; to tell him and help him, but it was a thought that she was not allowed to entertain.
“Again.”
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She swallowed through the lump caught inside her throat and leaned into his touch, smiling sadly. “Jongin.”
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A/N: So I guess more things are coming to light (?) now, we have both Jongin and Yifan in the same chapter :D I'll try to update soon~ I hope that you liked this chapter and please tell me your thoughts, I would love to read them~
A/N: Look out for the little extract at the ending A/N below :D
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Honestly, she blamed the whiskey.
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Chanyeol’s lips were on hers at once, soft lips against pliant ones. He moved his other hand to rest comfortably at the small of her waist and pulled her closer into the heat of his body while her hands remained at his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. The kiss was slow at first, both of them taking their time to understand each other, to reacquaint each other since that winter night.
Her lips parted for air and as soon as she did, Chanyeol slipped in and deepened the kiss. Legs shuffled and one moment Haneul was backed up against the wall of her kitchen while Chanyeol captured her lips in a hot, passionate kiss, and the next thing she knew she was already being pressed into the softness of her couch with the man above her.
Haneul’s mind was hazy with the things that Chanyeol was making her feel both physically and emotionally as his kisses switches back and forth from gentle and comforting to expertly undoing her with the intensity that his lips had to offer. She kissed him back with an equal amount of fervor, hands slipping around his neck to brush against the skin. The man shuddered, his grip on her waist tightened and then his hands were slowly moving downward to rest on her hip. His fingers brushed against the exposed skin at her waist, setting it on fire with the smallest of contact.
“Chanyeol.” She gasped against his lips when a particular glide of his thumb along her hipbone caused a spark to ripple through her body, setting her neurons on a blazing trail of electrified frenzy.
The mind-blowing mix of sweetness and desire that his lips and hands treated her with had her suddenly anxious to feel more of him, to be closer to him. One hand reached up to comb through the hot mess that was his hair as she felt him sigh into her mouth.
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It was only the need for oxygen that forced them to break the contact they had.
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He rested his forehead against hers and she slowly opened her eyes only to be met by bottomless pools of molten honey brown. She moved the hand that was at the back of his head to her side, brushing his temple where a bead of sweat gathered and glistened on his skin under the dim light. Their eyes held each other’s’ as the apartment was filled with the sounds of ragged breath and wild heartbeats.
“Just what –” he breathed against her lips, “–am I going to do with you, Haneul.”
He let out a small laugh, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her right ear, and he saw the pair of earrings that he gave her for Christmas – the one that he left for her under the Christmas tree.
She only stared back at him, not trusting herself enough to speak at the moment, she responded with a gentle glide of her thumb across his cheek at which a dimple appeared as soon as it brushed over it. Her heart fell full, and for once the feeling at her chest didn’t feel as bad.
Chanyeol leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss that was languid and sweet – and it wasn’t simply because of the faint traces of chocolate she tasted on his tongue – that had her heart swelling even more to the point that it felt dangerously close to bursting.
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That night, she fell asleep easily in his arms as he held her close.
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When Haneul woke up the next morning, still huddled in Chanyeol’s arms with his face pressed against the nape of her neck, she forced herself not to flinch a bit everytime he exhaled and his warm breath tickled the patch of skin there. Some time after she fell asleep, Chanyeol had carried her back to her bedroom and slipped in next to her. Slowly twisting her body around, she gasped when the arms around her waist tightened and he buried his face further into her but since she was already half-turned to face him, he was nuzzling into the crook of her neck and his lips brushing against a very delicate spot at the base of her neck sending the hairs on her arms to rise. Once the man stopped moving around and settled back into his slumber, Haneul moved just a little but so that she was on her side.
She held her breath as she pulled back slightly just so she could look at his face, the fickle rays of sunshine that streamed through her window played with the mop of red strands, illuminating them until they shone a bright and dazzling shade of crimson. Sighing, she reached out and brushed away the hair covering his eyes.
It wasn’t the first time that Chanyeol had stayed over, one time he even brought a week’s worth of clothing so that he could sleep over at her campus apartment during summer because he was convinced that it would be fun. But she’s never been the first to wake up, not like this.
Normally, she would wake up to the faint sound of her coffee machine followed by a distinct scent of strong, freshly ground coffee and before she could fall back to sleep Chanyeol would be sitting at the edge of her bed, poking her ribs or cheek with a cup of coffee – for her – and a dimpled grin.
It won’t take long for Chanyeol to wake up, not when the sun was shining and the cars in the streets were already buzzing with life on this Wednesday morning.
Pushing her slowly waking conscious under the surface, she took whatever time she had left to drink in the sight in front of her. The slowly fading voice at the back of her mind reminding her that it wasn’t too late to back out, she would still be able to redeem what was left of herself if she tore herself away this instant. But all warning and pleas fell on deaf ears because she was already gone, long gone and gone far away and she couldn’t bring herself to stop.
So she settled for stealing every single second she could.
Somewhere deep inside her chest, there was a growing strain that feared what she was getting herself into. Unlike their first kiss, she couldn’t restrain the feelings that threatened to overflow and spill like a full basin, because he already broke the chain that gave her leverage of the drain plug just as he did to her resolve last night. And how could she be able to turn off the faucet when the boy-ish man was still sleeping soundly, his shoulders and chest moving slightly with steady breaths drawn in and out of his lungs, his arms locked around her waist and legs tangled with hers?
Today marked the first day of another year, but she decided that instead of getting up and starting the day with the usual routine of mint toothpaste followed by caffeine, she would stay put under the sheets and in the comfort of an embrace. Whatever punishment that awaited her outside the threshold of her bedroom door, she would accept it.
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She drifted back to sleep with Chanyeol’s hand trailing upwards and he was cradling her head against his chest.
When they finally did wake up and got out of bed, Chanyeol seemed like himself. He dug through the drawers in her bathroom and took the spare toothbrush and claimed it as his. The two of the brushed their teeth together, he laughed when he saw the white foam that covered her mouth then ended up almost choking to death on his own toothpaste and she only rolled her eyes while rinsing her mouth and patted his back.
Haneul didn’t give her mind the chance to register or think about the strong muscles at his back that she felt underneath her hand.
Nope, no way.
After that, he demanded her to make him breakfast – and no, not just any breakfast, but his favorite breakfast. He kept whining about being hungry and asked her to hurry up, at one point he even got up from his seat at the kitchen stool to stand behind her and look over her shoulder to check the progress while pressing his chest to her back and trapping her against the stove. The heat that rushed to her cheeks was just embarrassing and she swatted him away with the spatula.
To her relief, he did as he was told.
Fifteen minutes later and Chanyeol was beaming at the plate that was placed in front of him, four layers of freshly made pancake complete with cream, syrup, chopped bananas, kiwis and strawberries at the side. She plopped herself down on the other stool, and as much as she grumbled about him not letting her have her morning dose of caffeine first, the smile that made its way to her lips as she watched the boy happily munching on the meal that she made.
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But just like last time, the two of them didn’t talk about the kiss, nor did either of them bring it up.
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A/N: THERE~ the continuation of the small (?) cliffhanger in the previous chapter >.< also, there is good news, this story was initially supposed to end at 23 chapters butttttttttt I have time on my hands now to fully develop what I couldn't at the time I wrote this so now it's going on to 33 chapters :3 So yes, there's a much to come~
DOUBLE UPDATE I GUESS? I have also posted the newest chapter of Kris's story The Chronicles: Book of Wu Yifan - The Other Half , so please click on the link if you're interested and check it out :D
Little extract from the update: 03: Dragon's Heartstring
Yifan looked at her for a moment before his hands found hers almost naturally and she felt the reaction instantly. “I feel it too.” He murmured, drawing a line along her palm to her wrist.
They stayed like that for a while, and even though she was usually not one to accept skinskip like this, she found it oddly soothing to be near him. His presence just felt, fresh and uncomplicated unlike most of the beings she was so used to in the Axis. Moments like this reminded her of days that she missed but also dreaded remembering.
Not wanting to ruin the nice moment, she settled for stealing another few minutes before bringing herself to ask.
“Did you really give me your heartstring?”
He stopped tracing her wrist, still keeping a hold of her hand with the other, he reached up to unbutton the first four buttons of his shirt. Even though he was still dressed in black, she noted that it was a different set of clothing from what he wore the last time she saw him. As he revealed more of his skin, she saw the beginnings of a white material and soon it was clear that his chest was heavily bandaged.
Just like hers was.
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“Say my name again.” His voice cracked, and his previously stoic expression crumbled into one of utter pain and desperation – the expression of a broken man.
“Jongin.” His name left her lips in a whisper, so that the difference wouldn’t be as obvious. To anyone, they could’ve been mistaken as one but she knew that Jongin was too far gone to be equipped with this sense of ignorance.
His shaky hand found her face and he leaned closer, dark orbs examining every part of her face.
So much she’d wanted to say to him; to tell him and help him, but it was a thought that she was not allowed to entertain.
“Again.”
She swallowed through the lump caught inside her throat and leaned into his touch, smiling sadly. “Jongin.”
I also have Sehun's and Jongin's stories available for subscription (on AFF) since I'm in the process of writing them while the other members' are not available yet because I haven't fully developed the plots.
I will update Kai's Leather Jacket Romance soon~ Please stay tuned to it ^^
Petrichor is soo perfect it has the perfect amount of fluff that is simple yet made me squeaaaaal a lot! I just read all of the 16 chaps in one night bcs omg it was so good*o* lovelovelove your writing style and every bits of details u put in, i see you tagged kris on aff so will he be the other guy?? Cant wait and cheeeers author-nim! :D
LET ME HUG YOU OK ;___________;
Thank you for taking your time to read Petrichor! And I'm very glad that you love it so far. Ahh yessss thank you ^^ I do my best.Kris? (you're the first one to ever ask me about that hohoho) I'm glad you noticed, you observant sugarcube :D Uhhhhhhhwelllll, I guess you'll just have to wait and see~ Rest assured, he will appear in the story soon, no story is complete without all 12 of them. Please look forward to more and don't hesitate to tell me what you think in the future :D Take care love~
can you do one where there's a love triangle; you, lay and kai? uvu
Even though I'm not taking requests right now, I think you're just in luck because I've been having this little idea in my mind for a while now (yes, involving a certain boy named Kim Jongin, another member and an oc in a love triangle) sooooooooooooooooo, yeah :3 I'll see what I can do, maybe it'll be a one-shot, or two, or maybe a short ficlet :D
A/N 1: Early update because I love every single one of you and I want to cry because this got recommended TT^TT
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“I should...go and get the cookies.”
She didn’t leave a chance for anyone – or herself for that matter – to say anything else before she dashed into the kitchen. She could hear the flow of conversation that soon resumed having being in an opened kitchen and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was uncanny how short their attention spans were, not that she was complaining.
Definitely not.
She heard a bark of laughter that was distinctly Chanyeol's, and with another sigh she pressed her forehead against the cool surface of refrigerator.
Stupid.
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When she returned with a carton of milk, a big cereal bowl for the milk and the jar of cookies in her arms, everyone quickly got up and gathered around the coffee table like little kids. Naturally, she picked out the largest piece of chocolate chip cookie and took out another one before plopping herself down on the carpet next to Chanyeol. She handed him the bigger piece and started nibbling on her own.
The childish grin that fitted across his face as he bit into his cookie made her heart melt. Because, you know, dimples. She looked away from him and focused on the other direction – where Jongdae was carefully dipping his cookie into the bowl of milk with a rather intense look in his eyes – while trying to regulate her heart beat. Which was, of course, unsuccessful because the boy was propping his head on her shoulder and his hair was tickling a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.
Well, hell.
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“Jongin, you can take my car.” Chanyeol threw his car keys and the blonde boy caught it in his hands without difficulty. There were no buses available at 3am and Joonmyeon was the only one that had brought his car when he came over. So Jongin, being the only one who hasn’t drank took up the duty of driving Yixing, Soohyun, Bokyung and Jongdae home while Kyungsoo, Baekhyun, Sehun and Tao had already left with Joonmyeon a few minutes ago. They bid each other goodbye and goodnight before watching them leave and silence immediately settled over the entire apartment once the door clicked shut.
Haneul finished cleaning up with the help of Chanyeol, who offered to stay and throw the garbage and was drying the last of the dishes when the man joined her in the kitchen.
“Thanks.” She murmured while moving away from the sink for him to wash his hands.
“No problem.” Chanyeol almost winced at the awkwardness as he stood there.
He picked up the dry towel from the rack to rid his hands of any moisture and she had to keep her eyes from admiring the tall man’s back and the way his strong, wide shoulders moved along with his movements.
Too immersed in her thoughts, her ears didn’t register the first time when he called her name.
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A long finger placed itself under her chin to lift it up and his face was just inches away from hers, concerned eyes searching her face in an unnecessarily serious manner. Her heart started to pick up its pace.
“Haneul.” The utterance of her name was nothing anything more than a murmur.
“Huh?”
“Are you okay?” He didn’t move his finger away from her chin.
“Yea.”
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes.” She breathed, not entirely able to concentrate when he was this close. She could’ve just imaged it but he was moving closer and all she could think of was how dangerously close his face was to hers.
No.
Abort.
Nope.
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But it was way past midnight and she was too tired to restrain herself from yielding to her body’s wishes, so when fell onto Chanyeol’s lips, she did nothing to stop herself.
At first.
“It’s late…” Picking up the remaining last strings of her self-control, she tore her eyes away and forced the words out of her mouth. “You should go.”
“Haneul.”
She started to move away, but then his fingers moved and he was sliding his palm against the curve of her jaw to cup her cheek. Her breath hitched.
A thumb swiped across her cheekbone ever so gently, too gently and she could practically feel her insides melting into a pile of goo. Stupid body, stupid Chanyeol.
“You should go.” She repeated weakly.
He spoke a second later. “Do you want me to go?”
A desperate laugh ripped itself from her throat, but it only came out as a choked sigh as she placed her hands at his chest to push him away. But her pitiful half-hearted attempts were in vain as the towering giant in front of her didn’t even move.
Oh dear Lord someone send help.
“Do you want me to go?” Chanyeol asked, his voice a bit louder this time as he added. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” She lied.
The set of brown eyes that usually shone with joy and warmth was filled with an intensity that had her heart slamming against the insides of her ribcage. What should she do? What could she do, actually?
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Another lie.
“Are you sure?” Chanyeol echoed his previous question, his tone completely different from before and Haneul found it even harder to ignore the feeling at her chest. She didn’t know which was worse, the feeling she had when he was slightly angry and demanding or this one, when she could hear the fragility and uncertainty in the depths of his voice.
Her eyes snapped up to meet his.
Before she could muster up another false word, her body wasted no time to stop her by ripping away and stripping her of any sort of resolve she was clinging onto. She could feel her heart breaking with the internal battle that was raging on.
Either hold onto what was left of the normalcy of their friendship by pushing him away, or not and basically throwing her hands up in surrender.
She knew it was a losing battle for her mind because as much as it screamed at her to push him away, tell him to go, tell him to leave because resigning would only bring them to the point of no return. And she feared what it meant, the uncertainty was too great. But her body was reacting to her heart’s wishes – it was natural, of course – to the organ pumping life through her veins and it was crystal clear that what her heart wanted, her heart would get it.
Surrender it was.
She balled her hands into fists around the fabric of his shirt and stared deep into his eyes.
The second that she saw the same desperation she had reflected in the rich brown of his eyes, she prayed that he would be there to catch her because she has already lost her footing a long time ago.
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“Kiss me.”
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A/N 2: Okay BIG ANNOUNCEMENT (not that people would read this orz) BUT I WOKE UP AND THERE WAS SUDDENLY 300 of you (on AFF) and I realized that this fic got recommended and I'm just crying because. ;_;
I seriously cannot thank you guys enough, really, and I'll do my best to present an enjoyable read every week.
THAT LEADS TO THE BIG ANNOUNCEMENT, since this story was initially just something to get the urge to write out of me while I struggle with college stuff and finals, I wasn't able to write out a more detailed plot. But now since a lot of you are paying attention to this and enjoying it so far, I'm going to reread the whole thing and actually write out a part of the story that have been on my mind but didn't have the time to do it at the time I wrote this. I'll try to keep the updates once a week. Of course.
I hope that everyone's enjoyed reading and are having a lovely week.
Alsoooooooo, the first part to Kai's "Leather Jacket Romance" is up :D Please go and check it out ~ I mean, common, it's Kai in leather. (this link will direct you to AFF, for the post of the chapter on Tumblr, click here)
And besides this story, I'm now working on a project which involves a series of fics featuring the 12 boys of EXO. 3 out of 12 stories are already available for subscription (which means I have already thought of a plot and they are currently being written) while more will be released in the future.
Kris's story, "The Other Half" already has 3 chapters up, the chapters are longer in length when compared to the ones in this story but the updates are not scheduled.
Below are the links and previews of the stories :) Please support and look forward to them! (Status update, the links will direct you to AFF)
Set 001: Book of Wu Yifan: The Other Half (Available)
Featuring Wu Yifan (Kris)
"Everything started during an eclipse, and fate has its ways of bringing people together."
Set 002: Book of Oh Sehun: Whispers of The Wind (Available)
Featuring Oh Sehun
"And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you."
Set 003: Book of Kim Jongin: Fated (Available)
Featuring Kim Jongin (Kai)
"No matter where I go, I always end up going back to you."
Set 004: Book of Huang Zitao: "Untitled" (Unavailable)
Featuring Huang Zitao (Tao)
Set 005: Book of Park Chanyeol: "Untitled" (Unavailable)
Featuring Park Chanyeol
Set 006: Book of Kim Jongdae: Thunderclaps (Unavailable)
Featuring Kim Jongdae (Chen)
Set 007: Book of Zhang Yixing: "Untitled" (Unavailable)
Featuring Zhang Yixing (Lay)
Set 008: Book of Kim Joonmyun: "Untitled" (Unavailable)
Featuring Kim Joonmyun (Suho)
Set 009: Book of Kim Minseok: "Untitled" (Unavailable)
Featuring Kim Minseok (Xiumin)
Set 010: Book of Luhan: "Untitled" (Unavailable)
Featuring Luhan
Set 011: Book of Do Kyungsoo: "Untitled" (Unavailable)
Featuring Do Kyungsoo (D.O)
Set 012: Book of Byun Baekhyun: Temptations of Light (Unavailable)
Featuring Byun Baekhyun
