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close • pcy

“Let me worship you.”

His voice is adoring, face awed as he stares down at you, waiting for your response. His hands are on your waist, touch gentle. He’s not holding you down, but you know he could, he does, he likes to. Not tonight, though. You are always fragile under his touch, and he loves to watch you shatter, but tonight you will not be broken.

As soon as you nod, his lips crash against your neck, licking and sucking desperately at the tender skin. You feel the bruises forming, but they’re tender and loving and careful, like an artist’s signature, and as he marks you he places soft kisses on each one. You can’t quite decipher his whispered praises but you know what they are. You're so good. So perfect. And you’re all his.

A hand moves between your thighs, gently forcing your legs apart as his face moves down your stomach until he’s eye level with your heat. He presses a kiss to your clit and you whimper desperately.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please.”

He grins and strokes your thighs while he attaches himself to your folds. He eases his tongue inside you and you whine, instinctively closing your legs but his broad shoulders hold you open to him, at his mercy, where you belong.

He pulls away, flipping you over without a word and landing a strong hit against your ass. You gasp into the pillow and he hears you, lifts you by your chin, pulling your head back until your eyes are staring into his.

“Don’t hold it back,” he murmurs. “I just want to have you. Let me have you.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply, just presses a kiss to your swollen lips and releases you. Your head flops back down, dazed, and he chuckles fondly. He loves how you come undone. And he loves that it’s only for him.

His mouth comes back to your pussy, tongue swirling around your clit while his hands rest on the backs of your thighs, anchoring himself and you. You try to stay still, just focus on the feeling, but you let yourself be loud. You let yourself cry and moan and whimper and beg, because that’s what he wants. Because it’s what you need.

“Flip me back over,” you plead. “I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” he whispers and flips you gently, hands running up and down your thighs. “Gonna fuck you now,” he says and you whimper, lifting hips closer to him.

He enters you slowly, not fast and rough like he sometimes does, and his eyes never wander from yours. He swallows your cries with his mouth attached to yours, stroking your cheeks as he slowly starts to move.

His pace is leisurely, like the thrusts are almost absent-minded while he focuses on you. You push yourself up again and he takes the hand, reaching under you to pull you up into him, grip firm but gentle on your ass and hips. You press your face into his neck, trying to mark it as he did yours. His pace gets a bit faster but they’re controlled, timed, focused, and with each one he pulls you up to him so he can go deeper, can take you further.

He whispers ‘I love you’ as he comes, over and over like a prayer, and he’s still kissing you as he pulls out. You don’t bother cleaning up tonight. You just stay close. You stay together. You stay adored.

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A/n ; one of the cheesiest things I’ve written and possibly the sloppiest too because I’m not used to the slow and gentle stuff but I’m working on it as you can see. Let me know if you want more fics like this, and pls comment, reblog whatever, and send requests !! Whatever you want to read, let me make it for you. Love xx

supplicant • dks

n/s/f/w.mdni

warnings: degradation, god!kink, religious themes, dom!ks, sub!reader, mentioned whipping and punishment, boot grinding, humiliation etc

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“Will you be good, now?”

His voice is calm, eyes dark as he stares down at you. Ropes hold your arms behind your back, keeping you on your knees but you both know it’s unnecessary; were you not bound you’d be down there still, worshipping as you always do.

Your gaze is fixed on his shoes, thick leather boots which click softly against the floor as he taps his foot in waiting. “Yes,” you whisper. Yes, sir.”

He’s silent for a second, and you know he’s displeased even before his foot collides punishingly with your stomach. You keel over, try to grab it in pain but the rope stops you. Maybe you did need it. Nice touch.

“Yes, God,” he says lowly. “You call me God.”

A small smile flickers across your face but you don’t let it linger, knowing he’ll take it as insolence — a sin which your burning ass reminds you you have already been punished for today. Instead you mutter a repetition, emphasising his correct title with a bow of your head. “I’m sorry, God,” you whisper. “Forgive me.”

He barks a loud laugh and kicks you again; this time, his foot collides with your legs, forcing them apart and exposing your bare pussy to him. His lips curl into a snarl at the sight of your wetness pooling on the cold floor.

“You like it that much?” He grins. “You’re sopping wet. You like it when your God gets mean?”

“I love it, God,” you whimper. “I love it so much.”

“You bitch,” he laughs. “You stupid, sex-crazed little bitch. Going dumb just from being slapped around a bit?” He takes a step closer to you and presses a foot against your dripping pussy. You whimper, trying to push yourself into it and for once he doesn’t stop you. He just laughs, lets you grind against his shoe while he presses it harder against you.

Your head comes to rest against his knee when you get too delirious to hold yourself up and curls a hand into your hair, pulling on it harshly as you start to move faster. Your whines get louder, your movements sloppier and more desperate but he doesn’t help you. You feel his eyes on you as you keep going until your legs start to hurt, pussy aching as you feel your orgasm coming. His grip in your hair tightens as you come with a yell, juices spilling over his shoe before your body collapses, going limp against his leg. His hand leaves your hair and he shoves you off of him, watching amused as you fall back to the floor. The whip marks on your back burn as they fall onto the concrete and you gasp. Your torso lifts from the floor, trying to escape the pain but his foot presses it back down, pressure increasing until he’s almost stepping on you. You meet his eyes as he stares down at you and his kind smile could almost fool you into thinking this is over.

“Good dog,” he snarls, and then you know it’s not.

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A/n ; thoughts pls!! Reblogs/comments/requests always appreciated. Love xx

touch me • bbh

warnings: smut, light dom/sub (dom!bbhsub!reader), daddykink, anal, degradation etc

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It’s warm in here. It’s warm enough for him to have taken off his jacket, thrown it over the table and yet you’re still shivering. Shaking as if you’re freezing, but that’s not why. You’re shaking because he’s in front of you, right there, and even though you can’t look at him yet you can feel him there, feel his gaze on you. It lights you up, electrifies you and it’s unbearable. You need him to come closer, to say something, do something for you — to you, which is why the words slip out even without your permission.

“Touch me,” you beg.

He raises an eyebrow. “Touch you where?” He sneers.

“My…” you groan and throw your head back with a whine, more desperate by the second. “My pussy.”

He shakes his head, like the notion amuses him. “I’ll kick your fucking pussy,” he laughs. “What’s a used up hole gonna do for me?”

His face is downright smug and you want to fucking backhand it. You don’t, though, because as usual your hands are cuffed behind your back, and he’s way stronger than you anyway. So you just glare, trying to look pissed, angry even but it doesn’t seem to work because the bastard looks at your face and cooes. Like you’re just a kid in a huff.

“What a cutie,” he says fondly. “Did that make you sad? You’re mad at daddy now?”

“I’m not used up,” you snarl before you know what you’re saying and his smug smile falls off his face, eyes darkening as he stalks towards you. You shrink away from him but he grabs you by the throat, dragging your face towards his.

“Oh yeah?” He breathes. “You’re not?”

“No,” you whine. “I’m not, daddy.”

“So you’re telling me,” he says slowly. “I could reach down there and you wouldn’t be dripping onto my carpets? I wouldn’t find a loose, desperate hole like I always do?”

You huff, defeated and he laughs, releasing his grip on you before slapping you once, twice across the face. “I thought so,” he mutters. “Let’s not disagree with me again, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod dumbly, only half aware of what you’re agreeing to but that’s sort of the point, you guess. The first time he’d touched you he’d stressed the need for unquestioned obedience, and the first time he let you touch him was a reward for your compliance. This is what you love, anyway, being good for him. Even if you like to bite back from time to time.

“Do you think I should fuck you?” He asks. He’s sat in the armchair now, staring down at your kneeling form with a bored expression. “Do you?”

“I want you to,” you whisper. “But it’s your choice.”

He grins. “You’re right, puppy. I think I’m gonna fuck your ass today. ‘Til your pussy tightens up again, yeah?”

You whine softly, biting down on your lip. He beckons you with a long finger and you try to crawl towards him, forgetting your hands are cuffed until you fall to the floor. He laughs loudly, shaking his head at the pathetic sight in front of him as you lift yourself up and shuffle awkwardly towards him. He picks you up almost tenderly, settling you in his lap. His eyes catch something behind you and he snickers, turning you around to see it.

“Look at that,” he laughs and you want to curl up and die right there because in front of you, clear as day is a patch of his beige carpet entirely soaked with your wetness. Your face heats up at the sight and you whimper, turning yourself back around to bury your head in his chest.

“Awe, pet,” he says. “It’s okay. You can’t help it, can you?”

You shake your head and he runs a comforting hand down your bare back. “Yeah, it’s alright, daddy knows,” he smiles. “Let’s get some dick in you, yeah?”

You perk up, nodding enthusiastically, your embarrassment quickly forgotten and he laughs. “Yeah, daddy knows what you need.”

He stands up, still holding you in his arms as he walks over to the bed and drops you onto it. You lay pliant as he positions you so that you’re bent over the end of the bed, legs spread so both your holes are on display to him. He makes a noise of satisfaction and shoves his fingers into your mouth. You choke, surprised at the intrusion and his other hand slaps your ass hard.

“Make them wet,” he orders. “Unless you want it raw.”

You definitely do not want it raw, so you suck eagerly on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. When he’s satisfied he pulls them out and the hand that slapped you presses down on your lower back, holding you down while the other presses a finger slowly into your asshole.

You groan, squirming and thrashing against his hold but you both know you’re not trying to get up — if anything, you’re trying to get closer to him, to get his finger deeper inside you. Another slap to your ass stills you and he pushes another in, faster this time, and then another. It burns but you’re used to the feeling, you’ve come to like it, and soon you’re begging him to replace the finger with his cock.

He does, pushing himself in without warning and you scream, biting down on the sheets just to have something to do. He starts to thrust right away, impatient, and his hands hold your waist in a tight grip, using you as leverage to go deeper, faster, harder.

“Little bitch,” he spits and snakes a hand into your hair, pulling it harshly until you’re staring up at him. You whimper in pain and he laughs, hand impacting against your ass again with a grunt.

“What?” He asks. “You can’t take it?”

You cry out, but you’re so far gone by now you’re not even sure if you said yes or no. He spanks you again and again, fucking you faster and faster until you’re coming over the bed with a wail, legs jerking with your release.

You collapse onto the sheets, exhausted, but he keeps going, gripping your waist firmly while he chases his own orgasm. He comes with a grunt, whispering something you can’t comprehend before he collapses on top of you.

His hands are gentle on your skin now, stroking your flushed face as he lifts you carefully from the bed and holds you close to his heaving chest. The sound of his heavy breathing soothes you as you come down from your high. The next thing you’re fully aware of is a hot flannel on your skin, cleaning the cum off your body. You smile at him and he smiles back. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. You do.

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a/n: nothing to say for this one. Just PLS reblog, comment etc. Comments motivate me to write more. Love xx

stay • bbh

Request: Hi! Could you write a mafia Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Angst things but happy end please.

Warnings: mafia!bbh, pregnancy, slightly controlling bbh, mentioned whipping, mentioned face punching, implied abortion

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“How long did you think you could keep this up?”

His narrowed eyes are fixed on you as you squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. You know he’s angry. He’s seething, actually, but he looks calm, lounging comfortably in his chair, slouched in the scratched leather as he absentmindedly twirls his rings around his rough, coarse fingers. His posture says he’s bored but his face is focused and serious.

You shrug, eyes anywhere but on him and he sighs. “Look at me,” he says. His voice is cold, words sharp as he scrutinises you. When you finally meet his gaze he softens slightly and you half expect (hope) him to praise you, to call you a good girl and pat your head. Maybe even pull you into his hold and tell you it’s all alright. But he doesn’t. He just nods, satisfied at least, and motions for you to speak.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. Your hands absentmindedly stroke across your slightly swollen belly and it catches his attention. You watch as his gaze falls on you and for the first time in a while you seriously consider getting up and running because he regards you with pure and utter contempt.

“I thought you were smarter,” he says. “Thought I made you smart but I guess I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Your grip on your belly tightens almost protectively because you know how volatile he is, how uncontrollable he is when he’s angry, and you know he’ll hurt you if he has to. He has before, on occasion, to protect you, he said, and you know as he glares at your shaking hands that he views the baby inside you as a threat. What’s worse is that he’s probably right — a pregnant mafia wife is a threat to everyone. It inflates the target already on your back and puts him at greater risk for it.

“Get rid of it,” he says and you shake your head instantly. You’ve seen a lot of horrible things as his wife but you will not see any harm brought to your baby. His baby.

“I’m not getting rid of it,” you snap, voice as cold as is safe around him. “It’s ours.”

His hand twitches slightly and you unconsciously edge away from him, retreating further into the safety of the chair. You know he wants to hit you. You hear it in his voice, in his pursed lips and calculating eyes. He hates back talk, despises when you don’t obey but he seems to have gathered that for you to have gone to such lengths to hide this, this is something he can’t beat you into submission on. He cannot control you here, cannot expect your usual obedience and that only makes him more angry.

“You’ll put yourself in danger,” he says. “And you’ll put that… thing in danger, too.”

“It’ll be fine,” you say. “With you to protect it. Just like you protect me.”

“No,” he says, voice raised and firm. “I won’t. I can’t.”

What comes next seems to take both of you by surprise. You don’t mean to shout. He’s taught you to fear disrespecting him, to fear putting even a toe out of line so your raised voice as you yell “For fuck’s sake, Baekhyun!” takes you both by surprise. Your words are followed by a whimper as you realise your mistake. You’ve watched people die at his hands for less, and were you anyone else you know you’d already be bleeding out onto the floor right now. And whatever protection your relationship affords you doesn’t stop him fingering the gun in his belt, eyes dark.

But he doesn’t lunge for you like you feared he would, or summon his men to set you straight as he’s done before — you still have marks set into your skin from his right hand man Loey’s frightening skill with a whip — he doesn’t do anything, actually. He just carries on talking, as if he hadn’t heard you at all.

“I won’t protect that thing in you,” he continues, “and as long as it’s there, I won’t protect you either.”

You balk. “What?”

Now you want to lunge at him but he’s already standing up— apparently this conversation is over. “It’s your choice,” he says. “I hope you’ll make the right one.”

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You don’t see him for a few days. Apparently you’re both ignoring each other, refusing to give in or even discuss a matter which in both of your minds has already been decided on. The only indication that he’s even thought about the situation, or you, at all, is his men’s grumblings to each other about how ‘Boss is extra angry lately’. And if you were skeptical about low-level complaints, the appearance of the first bruise you’ve ever seen on Loey’s face confirms it. He might work for Baekhyun, but you know from their interactions that Loey is the closest thing to an equal your husband allows himself. So when he drops by your room with a black eye and gritted teeth it sobers you. This is really bothering Baekhyun. So much so that he’s actually… upset?

“Upset is one word,” Loey grumbles. “The fucker decked me in the face.”

Over the years you’ve become almost friends with Loey — or the closest thing you can have to a friend, because your husband insists on keeping you all to himself — so you’re only slightly worried when a laugh slips out at the incredulous look on his face. He raises an eyebrow and a dirtied hand twitches, but he seems to find it sort of funny too.

“It serves you right,” you say. “For fucking whipping me.”

He smiles slightly, shrugs but his lips purse at the memory. “Boss’s orders, wasn’t it?” He mumbles. “You shouldn’t have tried to run.”

You roll your eyes when he looks away and it’s silent for a second before he speaks. “Talk to him, will you? Sort this out? He loves you but he wants to kill you right now, so he’s taking it out by killing us instead.”

“Well he can keep doing that,” you say. “Because I’m not killing our baby.”

He shrugs. “Then someone else will.”

You stare at him for a moment until you grasp the meaning of his words and jump back from him, shocked, terrified of the both of them. “Is that why you’re here?” You shriek, clutching your belly in horror and for some reason the fucker laughs.

“Of course not,” he says, “come back.”

You eye him suspiciously but relent, breathing evening out as you cautiously settle back on your bed, this time on the opposite side to him. He snorts. “Even if those were my orders, I’m not doing shit for the old man until he apologises for this.” He gestures towards his bruise, still grumbling to himself and you giggle.

“What, then?” You say. “What should I do?”

He sighs, shakes his head. “I don’t know. I told him his life wasn’t for you.”

He doesn’t let you respond before he’s left the room, door slamming shut. You slump against your pillows, one finger tracing patterns across your belly. You grab your hand, stopping yourself as you turn over on your side. You feel tears forming but your body won’t let them shed. You know what you need to do.

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He doesn’t even greet you before he launches into questioning, voice emotionless as he asks if you’ve gotten rid of it.

You nod almost dumbly, still in shock. You don’t want to think about this. The whole time you’ve loved this man you’ve fought not to be seen as a silly little trophy wife, but now that stereotype is all that holds you together. You’ve resigned to act as though you have no idea what happened, what you did, in the hopes that your conscience might follow the same tune and forget.

He smiles, the first you’ve seen since he learned of your condition. He pulls you down into his lap, gently pushing your head into the crook of his neck as he strokes up and down your back. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good, good girl. So brave.”

You want desperately to let go, to let yourself cry and scream and feel something, but you know you can’t. You’ve made your decision — you chose him. He’s pleased. He’s loving. His words are all that matter.

Almost two years to the day, you find yourself staring at another positive pregnancy test, but this time he’s right beside you, kissing the tears of joy where they fall down your cheek. This time, it’s his hand that lies on your belly, that cradles the child within. Protecting it, loving it. Loving you. You made the right choice.

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A/n: first request posted! Thx anon, hope this is what u wanted!!! Pls comment and reblog! It rly motivates me to write more. Love xx

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EXO PLANET

“ This is not your usual party.”

One-shots

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Kim Minseok

“ Don’t you wanna let me in?”

Kim Junmyeon

“Your beauty is sparkling even with no makeup.”

Byun Baekhyun

“Hear me out my love!”

BAMBI - Byun Baekhyun

Our Angel - B.Bh

Are you jealous? - B.Bh

Kim Jongdae

“Maybe another day, I will tell you my secret.”

Park Chanyeol

“A monster can also have a Cinderella like you.”

Four Seasons of Love - Park Chanyeol

Do Kyungsoo

“Everything you say, I will make you regret it.”

Kim Jongin

“Have you tasted the mixture of Cream & Soda?”

Oh Sehun

“The Oh in my name is for people when they are love fool for me.”

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Bambi

Pairing: Baekhyun x f! reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Dark Fantasy

Warnings: Stalking, possessiveness, restraining acts with chains, knife and blood, obsessive behaviors.

W.C: 3.1k

Note: Thanks for joining the event. thanks to the ones enjoying my works and your reviews are always appreciated and feel free to interact with me.

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Request from @anyamaris

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*under the cut*

“I will be home soon.” Walking through the streets late at night is a relief to you to get some peace and air of comfort. The bell sounds brings your attention towards a house and suddenly a train moves past through the tracks alongside the road. You got startled and your wide eyes looks around to see if anybody noticed you in that situation.

No one is around you, you sigh in relief and went towards your home, putting the phone in your pocket.

A smile appears in shadows.  A gloved hand adjusted the hat on top of head to hide the face properly. The shadowed figure whispered,

“My Bambi.”

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“Uh….”

Waking up in a dark room filled with the scents of different flowers; all of your favourite. The essence of these variety flowers is making your drowsy state more helpless. You can’t remember what happened to you before being in such a state.

“Help me…”

Rubbing your eyes, you realized that the room has dim light sources from the only candles placed on various light stands all around the room. You tried to sit up when you found yourself on a floor which is so shiny as if you are laying on a mirror because it can perfectly reflect your presence on it. Leaning sideways and balancing your weight on two hands, your attempt to sit on the floor is a success. Lifting up one of your hands to remove the hairs falling over your face to tug them behind your ears earned a groan of pain from you. Your hands feeling so heavy that caused your wrist to ache and then you found the cause for the happening. Hands are tied up in chains connected to the chains tying up your leg, the other end of the chain is getting dispersed into the dark corner of the room.

“Why am I tied with chains? Who even tied me up?”

Thinking hard to remember what happened to you in last moments.

Several memories popped up starting from morning when you found a letter and a bouquet at the front door like everyday. You were giggling to the sweet words and the praises written all over the letter, the sender ended the letter with a signature which can be read as BAMBI. You were sure it is from your boyfriend, the boy you are dating for last six months. Oh! He is such a sweetheart, his love for you is more than you have ever wanted from someone.

The memories flash forward to the evening when you were returning from a long day of work to your apartment to finally take rest. You were on a call with someone maybe your boyfriend when a figure with all in black came up to you suddenly. You didn’t hear anyone coming in that lonely road then how come this person is suddenly standing before you. Face was hidden due to the black panama hat and the extended hand towards you was covered with tight black leather gloves. The person was in all black attire maybe that was only possible for you to recognise because in that dark street with insufficient light to distinguish colors that was only how you could recognise it.

“What?....”

your head is aching with all these memories flashing on. Now the worst part is that you can’t remember what happen after that scene. You are trying hard to think, the headache causing you to close your eyes in pain. Your breathing is heavy and your whole body is paining. Your hands are not enough strong to keep your balance for any longer. No. You have to be strong, you need to figure out how to escape this place wherever you are and then you can think later about what could have possibly happened to you.

After three times of breathing practices, your panic settles down. Being in somewhat a little bit stable state, you looked around the place. The room is really dark, only the places where the candle lights can reach to is lit and visible, where the rest are mysteriously dark. You can feel that you are situated in the middle of a room, to your front there is a black curtain hanging from the ceiling covering the whole wall only leaving the sides for two very old vintage closets on either side to be palced. On your two sides, the walls have different kinds of hanging candle holders and various shelves and tables with things decorated on top of them which are barely visible. Turning your head to take a look of your back, its too dark that side and your chains are ending to that side.

You pulled the chains to see if the other end is fixed or not and to your dismay the action made loud jiggling sounds of the chains which echoed in the dark room.

“Haha…ha ha ha…” a laugh followed the sound of chains. Your eyes flash fear and a shiver run down your body on realizing that there is one more presence inside the room. So, all your actions till now were observed by someone and you didn’t know of it. This made you feel cautious and your hands automatically braced yourself and you pulled your knees inwards to your chest, sitting now facing the direction of the voice. The chains moving in a rhythm as if someone on the other side is playing with them. Heavy footsteps approaching you which made you close your eyes for not having the courage to face what is coming next.

Again, the person laughed, totally mocking your current state. You can hear a lot of chain sounds and ‘click’, something gets locked. The person’s voice is now much closer than before and so in the effect, your heart is racing too fast that it might burst out and cause an explosion then and there.

“Open your eyes my love.”

He is near you. Wait. He is totally in front of you, you can hear the footsteps stopped near you. The voice belongs to a man and your ears are blessed to hear such a smooth and honey like voice, even calling out for you. Slowly you parted your eyelids, revealing your glossy eyes to the man.

Is this real? Is this man real? The smile is so heavenly, no doubt that voice came out from these pretty lips. Oh no wait. This attire and the hat, your eyes scanning all over the figure in front of you and on realization you tried to scoot back. The chains didn’t help your attempt.

“Who are you?”

The man chuckled. Why is everything funny to this man? He has now sitter himself on his folded knees and one hand checking whether the chains are tied tightly or not, your eyes followed the chain and there is the other end locked in a hook on the wall. The other hand on his side seems like he is holding something.

“Why am I here?”

You are getting impatient to hear his explanation to keep you here like this even in this condition. He scoots near to you when his other hand revealed holding a shiny object. No no no. That’s a knife. Is he going to kill you?

“Are you going to kill me?” your voice is cracking in fear.

“My baby is so impatient.” He chuckled. The voice is so sweet and it can really hipnotis someone including you.

“I’m not your baby.”

He is literally keeping you like an animal who needs to be tamed and then also calling you with nicknames.

“You are being a bad girl again love.” Your eyes falling where he is playing with the knife, candle lights falling on the knife reflecting your fear in the room of mysterious dark.

“Stop with your names. Tell me who are you. Why am I here even tied up like this?” You are literally shouting at this point. Tears coming out in a flow and you are jerking your hands and legs to atleast get rid of those restraints.

“Oh.  We can go slowly. One question at a time.”

He stands up in his position and now you are getting his overall look. He is wearing a black fedora coat with matching pant and a white shirt inside with a black tie visible perfectly in middle. His face is still hidden, if only it was not hidden then you could have tried to recognize this person.

Suddenly, the chandelier above you lit up and now the room is a bit more visible to you except the man’s face.

“Can you guess my name love?” He is smiling at you. Walking over to his previous place near you.

Glancing at the knife in his hand, you gulped and replied “……no”.

“Oh!” he pouts at you. “I am Baekhyun but you can call me candy.” He laughed at his own words.

“Baek-baekhyun?” you are trying to think if you have heard this name before or even have encountered someone who goes by this name.

“Thanks love. I like the short name. Call me Baek if you want.” You glared at him. In one of the corners situated a small brown couch, he walked with quiet footsteps over there and sat down with cross legs.

“What am I doing here?”

“You are safe here.”

“I don’t need any safety when I was already safe in first place.”

“No. Bad people are all out there. They will take you away from me.”

“What are you even saying?”

He suddenly stood up. Slow steps nearing your weak frame on the floor. Looking around for any object to throw at him which can at least hurt him and prevent him to approach you. In his way, he took off his hat and placed it on top of the table at the side of the couch. Revealing his beautiful face with jet black hairs and flawless baby face. His look is ethereal to belong to a criminal like him. His eyes seem like holding two diamonds in each hole with his precious smile resting on his face.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“You are keeping me tied up here without any particular reason and you are telling me not to fear you. Also, holding a damn knife in your hand.” Your teary eyes looking up at his face.

You pleaded, “Please let me go.”

“Bambi……my only Bambi…… my love.” He is getting lost in your eyes, in your glossy eyes which seems like the brightest star to him right now. Always.

Bambi? This. You have heard this before. Oh wait! Those flowers. Those letters. Those Candies.

“You…you…he…letters….” He grins widely when you mentioned about letters.

“Did you like them? Oh yes of course. The way you always giggle when reading them and one hand busy eating those candies. Thanks for always decorating those flowers at the places I like them the most.”

You are shocked to know this truth. All this time you thought that those are all given by your boyfriend and he didn’t ever mention it because maybe he wants to keep it like that. But you were totally wrong, that was him, the man standing before you.

“How do you know?”

“I can’t miss to see you even when you are home.”

“What the……”

“Hell? I am from there. Thank you. Fuck? Well maybe we can but later.” He is scooting near to you to come face to face with you.

“Go away. Let me go. Don’t come near to me.”

“I can’t do that when you are my favorite person.” His hands tracing your face, eyes admiring your face. Brushing your hairs away to take a better look at your beauty. His other hand brings up the knife and traced over your cheeks which cuts you a bit.

“I don’t want to be your favorite person. You are a psycho.” You shouted at him.

“You are so precious baby even your shouts sound like a melody to me.”

Jerking your body so much causing pain to shoot over to your hands and legs, this effects to cause deep purple marks over the skin near the tied-up places.

Blood flowing down your cheek and the cold knife placed on your other cheek cutting similarly as before. He is still smiling while looking at you. You are silently sobbing with eyes shut tightly and hoping someone to rescue you from here.

“The day I locked my eyes with you at the café. I knew, I have to keep this bambi eyes all to myself. The owner of these starry eyes should be kept in a safe place.” Blood oozing out of the cut is getting mixed with the tears falling from your eyes. Wiping the blood with one finger, he brings it near his eyes and admires it. 

 “Doesn’t this look like a melted Ruby. The stars falling from your eyes and the red velvety liquid from your skin mixing together to form this ruby.” Your eyes slowly open to respond him. Your cheeks are burning and your nails are digging on the shiny floor.

“Please, it hurts.”

“It hurts me too.” He stopped smiling and put the knife aside. “It hurts me too when I see you smiling without me, when I am not the cause of your precious smile. It hurts when you are laughing at something when I can give more things which can be funnier. It hurts me when you are holding hands with someone and that’s not me. IT HURTS EVERYTIME WHEN THE THINGS WHICH ARE KEEPING YOU HAPPY IS NOT ME.” He shouts in the end of the sentence.

Your sobs become audible on the impact of the shout and noticing it, he pulls you in a hug and caressing your back and hairs. The smell of his cologne is so soothing and it’s giving you comfort but this is literally wrong, it should not be so comforting when coming from a criminal, moreover a psycho.

“it’s okay love. I will not shout at you. It’s okay, don’t cry.” These words causing you to cry more because you are missing your boyfriend.

“I want to go home. Please……”

“But this is your home.” He said softly, placing a kiss on your head.

“No……. I want to go back to my own life where I can be all by myself and with him.”

“Him?” He holds you tighter before releasing to grip your forearms to make you face him.

“There is no him. You are my Bambi, my one and only precious Bambi and you love candies the most so I am your Candy.” He is having an evil glint in his eyes but quickly returns back to his soft appearance.

“No, I’m Y/N. I’m not your Bambi.”

“You are so funny my love.” He puts a hand inside the pocket of his coat to bring out a handkerchief and wipes your tears and blood. He gives you his little smile and put away the hanky aside. Again, repeating the previous action but now took out some different kinds of your favorite candies and chocolates. Your lost eyes and confused mind staring at him as to why out of so many other girls, he chose you when you just look like an ordinary girl beside other girls who are way more beautiful.

“Why me? I’m not that special.”

He chuckles at you while looking down at the candies. Bringing up the hand to pat your cheeks, he leans forward to kiss your forehead. He sits on the floor before you facing the curtained wall and pulls you on his lap with your back leaning to his chest. Held in an unknown man’s embrace, who is also the one keeping you captive makes you stiff in your place.

“You know, why have I kept the room dark?” silently and slowly you move your head side to side.

“Look at your reflection on the floor because of the candle lights. Its looking so nice. The bright lights will not allow me to admire your beauty like the way these candle lights with dim effects reflecting your beauty. I want your beauty to be the brightest light in this room and your eyes “, holding chin, he makes you face him. He is bending a bit forward, he smiles at you, “Your eyes to be the brightest star.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“To keep you safe of course. Trust me I can be the best person to you forever.”

“I don’t even know you and also you don’t know me then how can you expect me to trust you?”

“Oh love, I know you a lot more than you can ever imagine.” His other hand sliding up and down your forearms and side frames. This giving you chills all over your body.

Hand holding your chin moves to his other pocket to bring out a small remote and when he clicks it. The curtains covering the wall move aside and you look over there. Your eyes go wide in shock when realizing what’s on that wall.

Your pictures, every picture showing all types of your emotions. Pictures including of you practicing a dance cover of your favorite group, slipping on the floor, crying on the sofa while watching a drama to the ones where you are wearing your favorite dress and going to work, eating ice cream, going to date with your boyfriend but only you in the frame. There is countless of pictues which you yourself can’t even recall from where they are.  You felt a kiss on top of your head.

“Do you like it?”

“How? This can’t be real.”

He chuckles, “This is very real.”

“No……..”

He turns your face towards him to take a look of your shocked eyes. He waited a bit before speaking up, “You know why you are my Bambi?”

“……”

“A deer when comes near to a car in front of the headlights, their eyes, those Bambi eyes look the brightest gem under the dark sky.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he places a soft kiss on your quivering lips, “You look exactly like that deer. Every night when I had followed you in shadows, under those street lights whenever you were afraid, those Bambi eyes looked the brightest star. They looked like mine to keep safe.”

He placed a candy inside your mouth. On realization, you wanted to throw it but he closed your mouth with pressing his palm over your lips tightly. Your eyes looked in fear towards him.  He kissed your head and smiling adorably at you. Your heavy eyes slowly closing while staring at his smiling lips, the first thing of this man you noticed back then.

“Sleep my love, My Bambi.”

[Expected something horny? Nah nah nah. Let it be like this.]

Omo Babe! Thanks for loving this fic. I have always wanted to write a ff on Bambi and Ig your request made me do it finally and well it turned out creepy Ig. I was listening to this song while writing it and literally I was imagining these scenes. I literally get a creepy and Yandere vibe from the song🙂

Thank you….thank you so much😭 I wanted to include smut in this but then thought to keep it this way💀 Anyways now Ik everytime this fic will pop up in my mind whenever the song comes up🤭

Bambi

Pairing: Baekhyun x f! reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Dark Fantasy

Warnings: Stalking, possessiveness, restraining acts with chains, knife and blood, obsessive behaviors.

W.C: 3.1k

Request from @anyamaris

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere @yeoobin

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*under the cut*

“I will be home soon.” Walking through the streets late at night is a relief to you to get some peace and air of comfort. The bell sounds brings your attention towards a house and suddenly a train moves passed through the tracks alongside the road. You got startled and your wide eyes looks around to see if anybody noticed you in that situation.

No one is around you, you sigh in relief and went towards your home, putting the phone in your pocket.

A smile appears in shadows.  A gloved hand adjusted the hat on top of head to hide the face properly. The shadowed figure whispered,

“My Bambi.”

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“Uh….”

Waking up in a dark room filled with the scents of different flowers; all of your favourite. The essence of these variety flowers is making your drowsy state more helpless. You can’t remember what happened to you before being in such a state.

“Help me…”

Rubbing your eyes, you realized that the room has dim light sources from the only candles placed on various light stands all around the room. You tried to sit up when you found yourself on a floor which is so shiny as if you are laying on a mirror because it can perfectly reflect your presence on it. Leaning sideways and balancing your weight on two hands, your attempt to sit on the floor is a success. Lifting up one of your hands to remove the hairs falling over your face to tug them behind your ears earned a groan of pain from you. Your hands feeling so heavy that caused your wrist to ache and then you found the cause for the happening. Hands are tied up in chains connected to the chains tying up your leg, the other end of the chain is getting dispersed into the dark corner of the room.

“Why am I tied with chains? Who even tied me up?”

Thinking hard to remember what happened to you in last moments.

Several memories popped up starting from morning when you found a letter and a bouquet at the front door like everyday. You were giggling to the sweet words and the praises written all over the letter, the sender ended the letter with a signature which can be read as BAMBI. You were sure it is from your boyfriend, the boy you are dating for last six months. Oh! He is such a sweetheart, his love for you is more than you have ever wanted from someone.

The memories flash forward to the evening when you were returning from a long day of work to your apartment to finally take rest. You were on a call with someone maybe your boyfriend when a figure with all in black came up to you suddenly. You didn’t hear anyone coming in that lonely road then how come this person is suddenly standing before you. Face was hidden due to the black panama hat and the extended hand towards you was covered with tight black leather gloves. The person was in all black attire maybe that was only possible for you to recognise because in that dark street with insufficient light to distinguish colors that was only how you could recognise it.

“What?....”

your head is aching with all these memories flashing on. Now the worst part is that you can’t remember what happen after that scene. You are trying hard to think, the headache causing you to close your eyes in pain. Your breathing is heavy and your whole body is paining. Your hands are not enough strong to keep your balance for any longer. No. You have to be strong, you need to figure out how to escape this place wherever you are and then you can think later about what could have possibly happened to you.

After three times of breathing practices, your panic settles down. Being in somewhat a little bit stable state, you looked around the place. The room is really dark, only the places where the candle lights can reach to is lit and visible, where the rest are mysteriously dark. You can feel that you are situated in the middle of a room, to your front there is a black curtain hanging from the ceiling covering the whole wall only leaving the sides for two very old vintage closets on either side to be palced. On your two sides, the walls have different kinds of hanging candle holders and various shelves and tables with things decorated on top of them which are barely visible. Turning your head to take a look of your back, its too dark that side and your chains are ending to that side.

You pulled the chains to see if the other end is fixed or not and to your dismay the action made loud jiggling sounds of the chains which echoed in the dark room.

“Haha…ha ha ha…” a laugh followed the sound of chains. Your eyes flash fear and a shiver run down your body on realizing that there is one more presence inside the room. So, all your actions till now were observed by someone and you didn’t know of it. This made you feel cautious and your hands automatically braced yourself and you pulled your knees inwards to your chest, sitting now facing the direction of the voice. The chains moving in a rhythm as if someone on the other side is playing with them. Heavy footsteps approaching you which made you close your eyes for not having the courage to face what is coming next.

Again, the person laughed, totally mocking your current state. You can hear a lot of chain sounds and ‘click’, something gets locked. The person’s voice is now much closer than before and so in the effect, your heart is racing too fast that it might burst out and cause an explosion then and there.

“Open your eyes my love.”

He is near you. Wait. He is totally in front of you, you can hear the footsteps stopped near you. The voice belongs to a man and your ears are blessed to hear such a smooth and honey like voice, even calling out for you. Slowly you parted your eyelids, revealing your glossy eyes to the man.

Is this real? Is this man real? The smile is so heavenly, no doubt that voice came out from these pretty lips. Oh no wait. This attire and the hat, your eyes scanning all over the figure in front of you and on realization you tried to scoot back. The chains didn’t help your attempt.

“Who are you?”

The man chuckled. Why is everything funny to this man? He has now sitter himself on his folded knees and one hand checking whether the chains are tied tightly or not, your eyes followed the chain and there is the other end locked in a hook on the wall. The other hand on his side seems like he is holding something.

“Why am I here?”

You are getting impatient to hear his explanation to keep you here like this even in this condition. He scoots near to you when his other hand revealed holding a shiny object. No no no. That’s a knife. Is he going to kill you?

“Are you going to kill me?” your voice is cracking in fear.

“My baby is so impatient.” He chuckled. The voice is so sweet and it can really hipnotis someone including you.

“I’m not your baby.”

He is literally keeping you like an animal who needs to be tamed and then also calling you with nicknames.

“You are being a bad girl again love.” Your eyes falling where he is playing with the knife, candle lights falling on the knife reflecting your fear in the room of mysterious dark.

“Stop with your names. Tell me who are you. Why am I here even tied up like this?” You are literally shouting at this point. Tears coming out in a flow and you are jerking your hands and legs to atleast get rid of those restraints.

“Oh.  We can go slowly. One question at a time.”

He stands up in his position and now you are getting his overall look. He is wearing a black fedora coat with matching pant and a white shirt inside with a black tie visible perfectly in middle. His face is still hidden, if only it was not hidden then you could have tried to recognize this person.

Suddenly, the chandelier above you lit up and now the room is a bit more visible to you except the man’s face.

“Can you guess my name love?” He is smiling at you. Walking over to his previous place near you.

Glancing at the knife in his hand, you gulped and replied “……no”.

“Oh!” he pouts at you. “I am Baekhyun but you can call me candy.” He laughed at his own words.

“Baek-baekhyun?” you are trying to think if you have heard this name before or even have encountered someone who goes by this name.

“Thanks love. I like the short name. Call me Baek if you want.” You glared at him. In one of the corners situated a small brown couch, he walked with quiet footsteps over there and sat down with cross legs.

“What am I doing here?”

“You are safe here.”

“I don’t need any safety when I was already safe in first place.”

“No. Bad people are all out there. They will take you away from me.”

“What are you even saying?”

He suddenly stood up. Slow steps nearing your weak frame on the floor. Looking around for any object to throw at him which can at least hurt him and prevent him to approach you. In his way, he took off his hat and placed it on top of the table at the side of the couch. Revealing his beautiful face with jet black hairs and flawless baby face. His look is ethereal to belong to a criminal like him. His eyes seem like holding two diamonds in each hole with his precious smile resting on his face.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“You are keeping me tied up here without any particular reason and you are telling me not to fear you. Also, holding a damn knife in your hand.” Your teary eyes looking up at his face.

You pleaded, “Please let me go.”

“Bambi……my only Bambi…… my love.” He is getting lost in your eyes, in your glossy eyes which seems like the brightest star to him right now. Always.

Bambi? This. You have heard this before. Oh wait! Those flowers. Those letters. Those Candies.

“You…you…he…letters….” He grins widely when you mentioned about letters.

“Did you like them? Oh yes of course. The way you always giggle when reading them and one hand busy eating those candies. Thanks for always decorating those flowers at the places I like them the most.”

You are shocked to know this truth. All this time you thought that those are all given by your boyfriend and he didn’t ever mention it because maybe he wants to keep it like that. But you were totally wrong, that was him, the man standing before you.

“How do you know?”

“I can’t miss to see you even when you are home.”

“What the……”

“Hell? I am from there. Thank you. Fuck? Well maybe we can but later.” He is scooting near to you to come face to face with you.

“Go away. Let me go. Don’t come near to me.”

“I can’t do that when you are my favorite person.” His hands tracing your face, eyes admiring your face. Brushing your hairs away to take a better look at your beauty. His other hand brings up the knife and traced over your cheeks which cuts you a bit.

“I don’t want to be your favorite person. You are a psycho.” You shouted at him.

“You are so precious baby even your shouts sound like a melody to me.”

Jerking your body so much causing pain to shoot over to your hands and legs, this effects to cause deep purple marks over the skin near the tied-up places.

Blood flowing down your cheek and the cold knife placed on your other cheek cutting similarly as before. He is still smiling while looking at you. You are silently sobbing with eyes shut tightly and hoping someone to rescue you from here.

“The day I locked my eyes with you at the café. I knew, I have to keep this bambi eyes all to myself. The owner of these starry eyes should be kept in a safe place.” Blood oozing out of the cut is getting mixed with the tears falling from your eyes. Wiping the blood with one finger, he brings it near his eyes and admires it. 

 “Doesn’t this look like a melted Ruby. The stars falling from your eyes and the red velvety liquid from your skin mixing together to form this ruby.” Your eyes slowly open to respond him. Your cheeks are burning and your nails are digging on the shiny floor.

“Please, it hurts.”

“It hurts me too.” He stopped smiling and put the knife aside. “It hurts me too when I see you smiling without me, when I am not the cause of your precious smile. It hurts when you are laughing at something when I can give more things which can be funnier. It hurts me when you are holding hands with someone and that’s not me. IT HURTS EVERYTIME WHEN THE THINGS WHICH ARE KEEPING YOU HAPPY IS NOT ME.” He shouts in the end of the sentence.

Your sobs become audible on the impact of the shout and noticing it, he pulls you in a hug and caressing your back and hairs. The smell of his cologne is so soothing and it’s giving you comfort but this is literally wrong, it should not be so comforting when coming from a criminal, moreover a psycho.

“it’s okay love. I will not shout at you. It’s okay, don’t cry.” These words causing you to cry more because you are missing your boyfriend.

“I want to go home. Please……”

“But this is your home.” He said softly, placing a kiss on your head.

“No……. I want to go back to my own life where I can be all by myself and with him.”

“Him?” He holds you tighter before releasing to grip your forearms to make you face him.

“There is no him. You are my Bambi, my one and only precious Bambi and you love candies the most so I am your Candy.” He is having an evil glint in his eyes but quickly returns back to his soft appearance.

“No, I’m Y/N. I’m not your Bambi.”

“You are so funny my love.” He puts a hand inside the pocket of his coat to bring out a handkerchief and wipes your tears and blood. He gives you his little smile and put away the hanky aside. Again, repeating the previous action but now took out some different kinds of your favorite candies and chocolates. Your lost eyes and confused mind staring at him as to why out of so many other girls, he chose you when you just look like an ordinary girl beside other girls who are way more beautiful.

“Why me? I’m not that special.”

He chuckles at you while looking down at the candies. Bringing up the hand to pat your cheeks, he leans forward to kiss your forehead. He sits on the floor before you facing the curtained wall and pulls you on his lap with your back leaning to his chest. Held in an unknown man’s embrace, who is also the one keeping you captive makes you stiff in your place.

“You know, why have I kept the room dark?” silently and slowly you move your head side to side.

“Look at your reflection on the floor because of the candle lights. Its looking so nice. The bright lights will not allow me to admire your beauty like the way these candle lights with dim effects reflecting your beauty. I want your beauty to be the brightest light in this room and your eyes “, holding chin, he makes you face him. He is bending a bit forward, he smiles at you, “Your eyes to be the brightest star.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“To keep you safe of course. Trust me I can be the best person to you forever.”

“I don’t even know you and also you don’t know me then how can you expect me to trust you?”

“Oh love, I know you a lot more than you can ever imagine.” His other hand sliding up and down your forearms and side frames. This giving you chills all over your body.

Hand holding your chin moves to his other pocket to bring out a small remote and when he clicks it. The curtains covering the wall move aside and you look over there. Your eyes go wide in shock when realizing what’s on that wall.

Your pictures, every picture showing all types of your emotions. Pictures including of you practicing a dance cover of your favorite group, slipping on the floor, crying on the sofa while watching a drama to the ones where you are wearing your favorite dress and going to work, eating ice cream, going to date with your boyfriend but only you in the frame. There is countless of pictues which you yourself can’t even recall from where they are.  You felt a kiss on top of your head.

“Do you like it?”

“How? This can’t be real.”

He chuckles, “This is very real.”

“No……..”

He turns your face towards him to take a look of your shocked eyes. He waited a bit before speaking up, “You know why you are my Bambi?”

“……”

“A deer when comes near to a car in front of the headlights, their eyes, those Bambi eyes look the brightest gem under the dark sky.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he places a soft kiss on your quivering lips, “You look exactly like that deer. Every night when I had followed you in shadows, under those street lights whenever you were afraid, those Bambi eyes looked the brightest star. They looked like mine to keep safe.”

He placed a candy inside your mouth. On realization, you wanted to throw it but he closed your mouth with pressing his palm over your lips tightly. Your eyes looked in fear towards him.  He kisses your head and smiling adorably at you. Your heavy eyes slowly closing while staring at his smiling lips, the first thing of this man you noticed back then.

“Sleep my love, My Bambi.”

[Expected something horny? Nah nah nah. Let it be like this.]

Hi! Can I request baekhyun fic? He and her so so in love but she got pregnant and he is confused. He go away and returns a few weeks ago/month. A really regretful and scared baekhyun and some angst and fluff things please! 😭

Our Angel

Pairing: husband! Baekhyun x f! pregnant reader

Genre: Mafia, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: mention of talking about abortion, taking care of yourself alone in pregnancy, giving birth, Baek will regret later for not caring you. Pregnancy stuffs mentioned, nothing major warnings needed.

W.C : 3.2k

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated 😭. Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

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“Baekhyun…”

“Stop it. You are going to the hospital with me and I don’t want to hear anything else from you.” Sliding his jacket and keeping the strong eye contact with you.

Your teary eyes are still shocked to see your husband acting like this way. Your world seems to be falling apart when he has suggested you to get rid of this unnecessary stuff. Stuff? This is the most important part of your life. This is the connection between you both then why this is unwanted.

“This is our baby, Baek.”

“Not needed. Our life is better without any baby so without getting any further with this conversation, we are going to hospital and you are aborting it. Got it?”

“No. I’m not doing this.”

“Are you really talking back to me on this?” He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head in a daring way to challenge you to speak more.

“Yes. I am stating my true points unlike you who is running away from his responsibilities.”

“Y/N!”

“Enough Baek. I don’t want to hear further anything about this and let me handle the situation on my own.”

Your hot tears are pooled in your eyes, shaking and threatened to fall anytime smoothly across the cheek just like the way the both of you are drifting apart from your once lovely relationship. You balled your fist by your side and looking at him in disbelief where he is folding his hands in front and daringly watching your movements.

“So, you think you can take care of yourself all alone?” Raising his eyebrows, a questionable look on his soft face.

A teardrop escapes your shaking eyes but he seems not to care about it at this moment, only if he has seen this other moment, he would have ripped off the skin who made you like this. But maybe he has changed. He has changed after he found out that you are pregnant.

“I can. If you don’t want this baby then fine, I will have this baby and will do take care of them on my own. I want to raise them to be a better person but never like you.”

“Y/N, you are crossing your limits.”

“Am I? And what are you doing? Running away from the responsibility and turning your back when we are ready to take a step further to our relationship.”

“Responsibility? Y/N, we can think of this another time.”

“Baek. When you didn’t want this then why you gave me false hope and prepared my mind to accept this baby. Why Baek why?”

You are breaking down and falling apart into thousands of pieces. The lovely and healthy relationship between you both is fading away and you don’t know how to keep it in place anymore.

“Y/N, calm down. These are just feelings and you are overwhelmed knowing about this sudden news last week. All these will fade away and then you can understand me.”

Calm down? Feelings will fade away? These all are his thoughts for me right now? All the promises, love talks, future plannings, bonding, everything seems fake to you now. His smile, laugh shared with you, adorable gestures to you, they all seem like an act to you. So he just wanted you to be his partner in this mafia world? He didn’t care you as his wife and never wanted to have a baby who can be a burden to him.

“Sure. If you don’t want any of these then fine, I’m leaving you here on your own and never try to find me.”

At this point, hot tears streaming down your eyes, your hands messily tugging the loose hair strands behind the ears. On hearing your statement, Baekhyun pick up the nearest vase and throws towards the wall. The action makes a loud sound followed by shattering pieces of the fibres scattered all around the floor just like your heart is breaking with each word. You flinch and your hands tremble.

“You are leaving me? Are you serious?”

His eyes are furious and his breathing is heavy as if he is contemplating the whole situation. Hands gripping the head of the sofa tightly on which he is leaning. You standing near the stairs grip the stair railing for your support and watching him. The one who being a mafia leader never showed you his beast side in any situation is now a raging character who can burn you alive right now.

“Yes. I’m sure that leaving you here will be the good decision and have my own life far away from you.”

You feel nauseous and run towards the kitchen. Bending to the sink, you throw up. Tears falling down your eyes and trembling hands gripping the edge of the counter. You slide down and lean to the cabinets, bringing the knees towards your chest and holding them tightly and resting your forehead on top of it. Your sobs are echoing through the walls of the kitchen but there is no one to comfort you.

“I’m so sorry baby. You have to go through all these. I don’t know whether I can be a better mother to you or not but trust me I will stay with you and try my best to give you a perfect life. I know it’s a better decision to give up but…but I want to keep you with me. Please I hope you can forgive me one day.”

Footsteps stop in front of your frame but you don’t want to look up to see your husband, already knowing how much ignorant he is with your feelings on this situation.

“Go away Baekhyun.”

“He has gone.” The person sit himself on his knees, putting his hands on your shoulder to make you look up. “What happened Y/N? Why is he angry with you and left the house?”

“He left the house?”

Your wide eyes staring at the man in front, Baekhyun’s bestfriend, Chanyeol who is also your close friend and supports you whenever there is any argument between you and your husband. Pressing his lips into a line, dimple deepening into the cheek. He nods and make you stand up, still supporting against the counter. He washes your face and sets your hairs in place.

“What happened?”

“Chanyeol….He doesn’t want the baby…..and I want to keep it….I’m scared…I don’t know what to do anymore.”

He hugs you and rubs your back in comfort. “Shhh. You are already three months pregnant Y/N. It’s not good for the baby if you keep crying like this. I will talk with him. Let me solve this with him.” He takes out his phone and the other hand pulls you lightly towards the bedroom.

“Take your medicines and have some rest. If you fall sick with exhaustion, it will be not good for both of you and your baby. I will see if I can manage for your dinner in some way.”

Tugging you in the bed, he gives you a smile and goes outside the room. Being all alone in the shared bedroom, many thoughts started to run through your mind.

‘How will you take care of you and your baby? Will you be a good mom? Did he really leave you? No right? He is just going through some emotion, right? He still loves you and will come back for you to see you happy. He will again support your decisions. He will hug you tightly and surround you with all the warmth needed.’

You don’t know when you fell asleep. Late at night, Chanyeol wake you up and ask you to eat some food but you denied and wait for your husband to return. He looks at you apologetically and then speaks up.

“He is not going to come back Y/N. He is no more picking up my call after we had the argument on this. Please try to understand the situation and eat up….atleast for the baby.”

“Baek…..Baekhyun….” You cry out loudly thinking of all the happy moments shared between you both. You ate a little, not to the liking of Chanyeol but he understands your condition. He gives you the medicines and urges you to sleep.

Next day morning, Chanyeol left a note on saying how he had to leave for a meeting and you can call him if you need any kind of help or not. Help? You want a happy little family with your husband. Again?

You rub your belly while looking at the sky from your balcony. A soft smile adorning your broken feature, still a teardrop manages to escape your doe eyes.

“One day, we will be together and we will be the happiest.”

Its been six months after the incident. You hoped everyday for his return but to your dismay, he never came back to your doorstep. Whenever you heard the ringing of the doorbell, you hopefully opened the door to welcome him back but there were only your deliveries or Chanyeol. Chanyeol really helped you a lot during the months of pregnancy. He even managed to help you in some conditions when a wife needs their husband a lot. Also, one day, he asked you for allow him to be your baby’s father but you quickly dismissed the topic and he never brought that up again.

You cant forget Baekhyun so easily. Atleast somewhere, he is still thinking about you like you hope to see him for once. Going to check ups all alone. Watching other patients happily waiting for their turn and planning about the future with their husband meanwhile you sitting alone in the corner and apologizing to the baby who has not yet came to this cruel world. You needed Baekhyun many times but all you got in return was a dead phone call line. No one answered you. You sometimes lost control in the house and broke things and messily tried to end your life without thinking straight but the next moment you thought about your baby and that it was all your decision.

YOU HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR BABY.

Today is your date given for the delivery and Chanyeol has prepared everything for you to arrive to the hospital safely. You had your labour pain in the midway to the hospital but luckily, you reached on time.

Everything happened so hastily that you couldn’t manage to wrap your head around the whole situation that how you were laid down on the emergency bed and been moved to the OT delivery room. You were under the care of the nurses and doctor when you were screaming for the pain and you knew that in some few hours you will get to see your lovely daughter. You were so happy to know that it is going to be a daughter and amidst the pain, you still managed to smile in a hope to see your lovely baby.

You wake up from your deep slumber. Parting the heavy eyelids is a lot of work to you right now. Your body is weak and exhausted after the delivery and heavy dose of medicines for the pain. You manage to sit up and your hooded eyes look towards the baby cot bed. It is empty. Your panic rises up and hands grip the white bedsheet. The sound of air conditioner being deaf to your ears while a danger bell ringing inside your head and you frantically looking all around when you spot a nurse entering your room with a register monitor board. She catches your panic sight and comes near your form.

“Ma’am, what happened?”

“My..my b-baby. Where is my baby?”

“Calm down Ma’am. You are having a healthy baby girl, she was kept near your body when we brought her to this room and then her father took her to play with her.”

Father? They might have mistaken Chanyeol as her father, right? Oh no. I have to clear their misunderstanding right now or else it is going to be worse.

“Umm. He is not her father. He is her uncle. Where are they?”

The nurse looks at you with confusion filled eyes.

“Uncle?”

You flinch on hearing the familiar voice. The sweet melodious voice which can ease any tension, which has a warmth laced in the tome to calm any restless self. But, how can he be here? Are you hearing things right now?

The nurse turns towards the voice and smiles and then proceed on checking the readings on the monitor display about your body health updates and then when the person came in view and you can see him holding the baby firmly in his hands.

The nurse after having noted down all the records, quickly leaves the room and now its you and your baby in Baekhyun’s delicate hold.

“Am I her uncle now?’

“…..Baekhyun?”

“How are you Y/N? Look the baby is so pretty…..just like you.”

“Why did you come here?”

You are still staring at him in disbelief. You cant believe that he is standing in front of you and moreover holding the baby for which, he went away that day.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know you cant forgive me but please listen to me. Please. Don’t take away this baby from me.”

“I always listen to you Baekhyun. Please say why you left me that day, I will hear you.”

He sits near the foot of your hospital bed and looks down to the new born angel in his hand. He smiles to her softly and caress her cheeks with his index finger and then looks towards you. You are lost in the view unfolding in front of you to see the love of a father towards his new born daughter.

“I was scared Y/N. I was always scared for you being in my merciless life. You are always my fist priority and most important responsibility. I love you so much. I never wanted to cause any sort of tiny harm to you but when….when I got the news of your pregnancy, I got more scared. I thought how to welcome a new member and take more responsibility when I am always worried for you? Everyday, I thought to change your mind from keeping the baby but you were determined with your decision.”

You shift a bit forward to hold his wrist and squeeze it in assurance that you are listening to him. Tears falling down his eyes and a tear drop falls on the baby’s cheek who is warmly wrapped in a pink towel cloth. No one would believe him as a mafia leader who is crying helplessly in a casual grey and brown t-shirt and pants with a sleeping newborn in his hand.

“Are you still scared?”

“No. That day when I left you, I will never forgive myself for that. I blamed everyday to hurt you like that when you needed me the most but my coward self never made up the courage to face you during the situation. Chanyeol contacted me a lot of times and I got to know about you from him. I made him promise me not to tell you about me and one day, when I should take a final decision, I will go to you on my own.”

“Is that day today?” You ask him softly and he nods.

He is staring straight to you, “I thought about expanding our family everyday. To have a beautiful family with our children but the news seems like so sudden and early to make any decision. My foggy head did not think that how much hurt you will be. I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I proved to be a bad husband and a bad father.”

“No Baek, listen. You are going to be a great father. You are going to protect her and she is so lucky to have you. You were worried and scared and that’s why you ran away. You are a mafia leader, you only know to handle every situation aggressively and that’s why you went far away from me because you did not want to hurt me. You were scared of yourself.”

“You are not angry or upset with me?”

“Baek. I am upset. I am angry too. I was having so many emotions going through all these months but they didn’t fade away. They became strong with the time. Whenever I was alone, I felt scared but the next moment I felt nothing because I kept telling myself that no one will be there to make me feel safe. I was angry with you leaving me without hearing my side, without looking back at me to see how helpless I was. I was upset that my decision to keep this baby had broken us apart. I was upset that the reason I was crying and you being angry with me was all because of me. Because of this baby.”

Baekhyun is hugging the baby to his chest and crying continuously. His ears and cheeks turning red due to the effect and you caressed his head.

You both were scared and were weak in making a proper decision on this life note. If only you both have spoken with each other properly then today you would have happily enjoying the moment and welcoming the baby.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry to leave you that day. Please forgive me.”

“Which baby?”

You smile on your own question and then your husband looks at you with his puffy eyes and red nose.

“What do you mean?”

“ah! So I am not your baby anymore? Is this little angel taking my spot in your life?”

Realization hits him and he laughs out aloud with still teary eyes. You laugh along with him.

“Never. You both have same place in my heart. I will protect my baby and this angel forever and now I have made up my mind that no matter how scared I will be for both of you. I’m not leaving again. I will fight the danger with keeping you both safe with me.”

“And I will always be the strong supporter by your side.”

His hand caresses your cheek and leans forward to kiss your lips. The baby is awake now and smiling with half closed eyes. Those eyes and lips are totally like her father and having his sweetest smile on those small lips.

“She looks like you, Baekhyun.”

You both are looking down to the angel in his hands. The baby he never wanted and told you to have an abortion. He is holding the baby continuously in his hand and firmly gripping as if the baby will disappear, if he ever softens the grip.

“Of course, my baby will look like me and that’s why she is so pretty but her squeezy cheeks are like you.”

“Am I not pretty?”

“Maybe.”

“Yaaa.”

“You will be a great mother and she is so lucky to have you as her guardian.”

“She is lucky to have both of us.”

An angel is blessed in both of your life and marks the beginning of the new stage of life on a happy note.

“Our angel.”

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<BYUN BAEKHYUN IS MY HUSBAND> THANK YOU!

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Four seasons of love

Pairing: Chanyeol x f! reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life

Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life. But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.

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Request from: @myyeol61

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Note: I got inspired to write this from Chanyeol's solo mvs Tomorrow and SSFW. The plot is related to the songs, you can feel it while reading. Thanks again for reblogging and reviews are highly appreciated. I love you my stellars✨.

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Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?

“Why should I live now?”

Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.

“Why can’t everyone be happy?”

You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone’s priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves. Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.

“Can I fly alone?”

Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper ‘Its okay. I’m here for you.’. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel…you are not good for anyone.

“Such a bad girl.”

Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don’t even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.

“If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try.”

Better option? Death. You don’t see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone’s story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.

“Why are you here?”

“Well, I should have asked you the same little angel.”

Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.

Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.

“I’m not in a mood for your jokes.”

“I’m asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?”

“Can’t you just leave and let me be alone for once?”

Silence. That’s what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side. Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you……. To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.

“Chanyeol?.....”

He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it’s challenging you to look away.

“You are still here…..I thought-“

“You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here.” His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.

You nod your head obliviously.

He ‘tsch’ and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.

“Why?”

Why? It’s obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can’t take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.

“Please...go away…if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away.”

“Do I hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Do I hurt you with my teasing?”

“I d-don’t know.”  No.

“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?”

No.

He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. “Do I burden you?”

No.

You want to scream but you can’t utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.

He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?

“Do you hate me?”

No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn’t think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don’t know whether it’s bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.

“Chanyeol...don’t ask me this.” Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.

“Why?”

“I, myself don’t know how to respond you.”

The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.

“Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can’t see you broken like this anymore. You don’t know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying.”

“What are you saying?”

“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”

“I- n-no...I’m fine.”

“Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always.”

“Why are you being like this Chanyeol? I hate when people show comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away.”

No, please don’t go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn’t budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.

“This is why I never approach you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that’s why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn’t want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”

“Different kind of feelings?”

He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.

“Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly.”

“Yaaa.” You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.

And this is Chanyeol. The tease who doesn’t leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?

“I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-“

His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.

“But?” your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.

“But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don’t want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N.”

“Why are you doing this Chanyeol?”

You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?

“I can’t see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please.”

Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don’t even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm….”

“Let’s go home. You will catch cold like this.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.

He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.

“What are you doing? Put me down.”

“Well, if you don’t go by your own then I’m taking you like this.”

“Yaaa put me down. You don’t even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”

“Hm that’s right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I’m taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let’s go before you really die of this cold.”

Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?

“No. I will not go with you.”

“And I’m not leaving you here.”

“Chanyeol….”

“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.

You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.

But this feeling being in Chanyeol’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.

“Chanyeol…” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. “Why?”

“What?”

“Are you really caring for me because we are…..we know each other?”

Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.

“Because you are my four seasons of love.”

“Huh?” Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn’t say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn’t get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.

 He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn’t notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.

“Is that your family?”

“Yes. That’s our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”

Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn’t budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone’s apartment.

“Are you really going to stand here in these clothes? It’s already raining again and I don’t think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts.”

“But I can wait until it stops raining.”

“You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don’t want someone to fall sick in my place.”

“Its okay.”

“Do you want me to change your clothes or what?”

“Yaaa chanyeol.”

You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.

“What are you doing there?”

He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”

You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.

“It’s not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”

If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?

You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.

“I love you Y/N.”

Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don’t want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don’t want to lose him too.

“Don’t. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it’s better how we are now with each other. Like just…friends.”

“Don’t you want to hear my answers to your question?”

“Which one?”

“Why you are my four seasons of love?”

“Hm…Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.

“Tell me the sequence of seasons.”

“Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?”

“Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you.”

“What?”

“Let’s start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning.”

“Summer?”

“Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other’s depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance.”

“Fall? Will our love fall here?”

“No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don’t think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”

“Winter?…..”

You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?

“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing.”

“One more thing?”

He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his dimple again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.

“Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways.”

Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.

“Let me love you, Y/N.”

“Chanyeol. What if I don’t deserve you?”

“We don’t know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don’t want you to lose hope on me. Please don’t leave me.”

Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.

“Thank you Chanyeol. I love you.”

 “I love you more angel.”

He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.

He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.

Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.

“I love to see you smile when it is raining.”

“I love to see your dimples when you smile.”

“And my teasing?”

“Chanyeol…..” you whine on his ask.

“You will always be my four seasons of love.”

Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other’s happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.

Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and.

“You will be my sunshine in every season.”

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OMO THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FAVOURITE PERSON!

I’m so happy that you liked it. You now already know why it’s a bit of sad coz I have written it sitting alone beside the window while it was raining outside and well I was thinking about him😭

Four seasons of love

Pairing: Chanyeol x f! reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life

Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life. But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.

W.C: 4.2k+

Request from: @myyeol61

Network: @k-vanity @kvanity-main

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere @yeoobin @anyamaris @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @oreharuuu

Note: I got inspired to write this from Chanyeol's solo mvs Tomorrow and SSFW. The plot is related to the songs, you can feel it while reading. Thanks again for reblogging and reviews are highly appreciated. I love you my stellars✨.

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Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?

“Why should I live now?”

Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.

“Why can’t everyone be happy?”

You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone’s priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves. Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.

“Can I fly alone?”

Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper ‘Its okay. I’m here for you.’. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel…you are not good for anyone.

“Such a bad girl.”

Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don’t even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.

“If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try.”

Better option? Death. You don’t see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone’s story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.

“Why are you here?”

“Well, I should have asked you the same little angel.”

Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.

Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.

“I’m not in a mood for your jokes.”

“I’m asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?”

“Can’t you just leave and let me be alone for once?”

Silence. That’s what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side. Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you……. To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.

“Chanyeol?.....”

He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it’s challenging you to look away.

“You are still here…..I thought-“

“You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here.” His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.

You nod your head obliviously.

He ‘tsch’ and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.

“Why?”

Why? It’s obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can’t take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.

“Please...go away…if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away.”

“Do I hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Do I hurt you with my teasing?”

“I d-don’t know.”  No.

“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?”

No.

He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. “Do I burden you?”

No.

You want to scream but you can’t utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.

He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?

“Do you hate me?”

No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn’t think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don’t know whether it’s bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.

“Chanyeol...don’t ask me this.” Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.

“Why?”

“I, myself don’t know how to respond you.”

The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.

“Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can’t see you broken like this anymore. You don’t know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying.”

“What are you saying?”

“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”

“I- n-no...I’m fine.”

“Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always.”

“Why are you being like this Chanyeol? I hate when people show comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away.”

No, please don’t go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn’t budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.

“This is why I never approach you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that’s why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn’t want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”

“Different kind of feelings?”

He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.

“Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly.”

“Yaaa.” You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.

And this is Chanyeol. The tease who doesn’t leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?

“I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-“

His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.

“But?” your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.

“But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don’t want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N.”

“Why are you doing this Chanyeol?”

You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?

“I can’t see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please.”

Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don’t even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm….”

“Let’s go home. You will catch cold like this.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.

He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.

“What are you doing? Put me down.”

“Well, if you don’t go by your own then I’m taking you like this.”

“Yaaa put me down. You don’t even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”

“Hm that’s right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I’m taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let’s go before you really die of this cold.”

Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?

“No. I will not go with you.”

“And I’m not leaving you here.”

“Chanyeol….”

“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.

You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.

But this feeling being in Chanyeol’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.

“Chanyeol…” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. “Why?”

“What?”

“Are you really caring for me because we are…..we know each other?”

Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.

“Because you are my four seasons of love.”

“Huh?” Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn’t say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn’t get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.

 He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn’t notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.

“Is that your family?”

“Yes. That’s our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”

Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn’t budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone’s apartment.

“Are you really going to stand here in these clothes? It’s already raining again and I don’t think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts.”

“But I can wait until it stops raining.”

“You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don’t want someone to fall sick in my place.”

“Its okay.”

“Do you want me to change your clothes or what?”

“Yaaa chanyeol.”

You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.

“What are you doing there?”

He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”

You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.

“It’s not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”

If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?

You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.

“I love you Y/N.”

Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don’t want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don’t want to lose him too.

“Don’t. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it’s better how we are now with each other. Like just…friends.”

“Don’t you want to hear my answers to your question?”

“Which one?”

“Why you are my four seasons of love?”

“Hm…Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.

“Tell me the sequence of seasons.”

“Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?”

“Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you.”

“What?”

“Let’s start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning.”

“Summer?”

“Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other’s depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance.”

“Fall? Will our love fall here?”

“No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don’t think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”

“Winter?…..”

You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?

“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing.”

“One more thing?”

He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his dimple again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.

“Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways.”

Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.

“Let me love you, Y/N.”

“Chanyeol. What if I don’t deserve you?”

“We don’t know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don’t want you to lose hope on me. Please don’t leave me.”

Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.

“Thank you Chanyeol. I love you.”

 “I love you more angel.”

He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.

He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.

Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.

“I love to see you smile when it is raining.”

“I love to see your dimples when you smile.”

“And my teasing?”

“Chanyeol…..” you whine on his ask.

“You will always be my four seasons of love.”

Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other’s happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.

Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and.

“You will be my sunshine in every season.”

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500 Followers Event!

Guyz *sobbing* THANK YOU for the follows😩

I love you my stellars so on the basis of this event…I’m gonna take requests from you all and let’s write some more fics other than my ongoing two series💁‍♀️

REQUESTS OPEN!

I will only take requests for:

EXO (ot9)

NCT (all units/ ot23 ) I’ll always be ot23 don’t bother to know all these new dramas in SM

ATEEZ (ot8)

TXT (ot5) well I have some crazy ideas for this group and don’t know when I will finally write down🙂

Currently working on some requests and will update all the series soon…I was on a vacation and that’s why I couldn’t get time to do anything and also my exams are running towards me so I am barely getting time to write so be patient and wait for the updates…

Also, I hope everyone is fine here and if you want to engage with me or ask random things or discuss some nonsense, my ask box is always welcoming you all😃

Hello! Can I make a request? About Baekhyun's jealousy. His wife is a kdrama fan and has been a fan of Park Bogum for some time. The reader found Baekhyun's attitude sweet and funny. She was also surprised. He was never jealous of such things. (Maybe he needs some attention)

"He is really cute, what should I do?"

"They look beautiful together"

"Bogummy did a good job"

"Hey, I'm here and you'd rather watch TV for 500 hours than spend time together?"

The smile disappeared from his face when the reader noticed his jokingly angry tone.

The rest is up to you!!

Please some fluff things!! ❣❣

Are you jealous?

Pairing: Baekhyun x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

W.C: 1.4k

Warnings: none ( but mention of actor Park Bogum)

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

You were giggling and munching on the snacks that were all displayed in front of you. Not even glancing at the things that you were eating, but eyes still fixed on the T.V screen where one of the most exciting dramas from your watch-list was playing.

The way you were cooing and making faces while watching the main lead as if you were talking about your high-school crush to your best-friend.

Something blocked your way of vision and annoyingly you tried to push away the person. But the person didn’t budge and stood at the place, hands resting on his hip.

“Hey, move. I’m watching T.V. I don’t want to miss a single scene.”

 You were trying to watch the screen from the person’s side but he was again blocking the view. Getting enough of the bullshit, you somehow paused the drama and looked up to see him standing, furrowed eyes and pout on his face.

You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the sofa and he sat beside you.

“What are you watching?”

You glanced at him and at the big screen. Can’t he see himself? But you were not feeling to talk back to him as you were already annoyed with him for interrupting your drama.

“K-Drama.” You said in a tone as if it was very obvious and you offered the chips towards him. He huffed his cheeks but grabbed some from the packet. He was trying his best to look intimidating and angry but you were finding his attitude cute and funny.

“Last night, you finished a K-drama and again you are watching this. Is it the same one?”

He looked confused at the screen and back at you when you were scrolling on your phone. Before he could speak anything, you held up your phone in front of him.

“What?”

“Isn’t he cute, Baek?” You titled your head to side and peeked from behind your phone to look at him. He glanced between you and the person you were showing on your screen.

“Who is he?”

You smiled and scooted closer to him, “His name is Park Bogum. He is the cutest actor to me. Last night I finished watching ‘Encounter’ and now I’m watching his other k-drama, its named ‘Record of Youth’. I can’t get enough of his acting.”

He ‘tsk’ and hugged you to pull you on his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder to look down at your phone, where you were typing something.

“You are literally obsessed with him, Y/n.”

"He is really cute, what should I do?" you replied and cooed to the picture displaying on your phone screen without noticing the pout on his face.

You were scrolling through some images in google and tapped open one to show your boyfriend. He pretended to look away but you gripped his cheeks, pressing your fingers lightly to make him focus on what you were trying to show.

"They look beautiful together" you smiled, but to whom. Were you smiling at the couple you were showing from your last k-drama or your smile was for your boyfriend?

You leaned back into your boyfriend’s embrace and tried to grab the remote but he was quick to take it back from you.

"What? Are you going to watch with me? Bogummy did a good job and I know you will love his acting." Your cheerful tone was not setting right with him even when you were literally speaking about this another man in front of him. But he was atleast happy that you were smiling while sitting on his lap.

“Bogummy?...You are now calling him with a nickname. How come this person suddenly replacing me?”

You ignored his childish comments and pecked his cheek, it got him taken aback and you found it the chance for sneaking the remote from his hands. Just two seconds into the drama and it got turned off. You let out a groan and turned back to him and watched him smiling down at you.

You waited for him to reply and you raised your brows.

"Hey, I'm here and you'd rather watch TV for 500 hours than spend time together?"

The smile disappeared from his face when you noticed his jokingly angry tone.

Licking your lips, you scanned his face and felt hurt. He was sitting in front of you, so close to your body. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and still here you were ignoring him for the k-drama. Maybe, you love to watch them but nothing is more important or lovable to you than him, your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You turned around, now facing him to his side.

“Baek…”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you are jealous with this actor.” He stared at you for a while before you continued. “If you are…then I don’t think you are much older than five years old.”

You stifled a laugh and he puffed your cheeks.

“Yes I am jealous. Look I came here yesterday but you were not even speaking with me and watching this man on repeat. Why is he so important?”

Oh. Your big baby needs some attention. But it’s your fault too as he came back after 1 week of exchange student project but without greeting him properly, you were watching your new crush. Well, celebrity crush. Your real crush is always Baekhyun.

“Aww my baby missed me. Come here, give me a hug.” You spoke to him in baby language and honestly you were cringing on your own tone but you were having fun in teasing him. But he held your extended hand and pinned them down while leaning forward.

“I see you got something or someone to spend your time with when am not around. It’s definitely I have missed you for one whole week but it seems like you didn’t even think about me for once because of this Bogummy guy.” His irritated tone was not harsh but it was funny to you.

You laughed lightly at the way he pronounced the name, even the nickname you said earlier.

“Now for whom are you being so smiley-smiley?” he narrowed his eyes and stared down at you. You were almost lying on the sofa and he was hovering on top of you.

“For….him.” It's fun to tase him.

“YAH!” He started tickling you and the room filled with both of your laughs. After a while when both of you were tired from tickling each other and laughing, you laid down and he rested his head on top of your chest. Your hands automatically started playing with his hairs.

“I missed you, Baek.” You told him softly.

He hummed to you and raised his head up to look at you. His hand caressed your face and head and combed your hairs. You closed your eyes and leaned to his touch. Damn, how you missed his touch so much.

He smiled at you and before your lips could curl up, he connected his lips with you. You smiled in the kiss and there was a desperation in the kiss. From both the sides. You both have missed each other for one week and you both are childish for each other. It’s okay as in the end it’s only you both for each other. Your hands moved around his neck to keep him close to you and he held your jaw and head.

Breaking from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. A glint of happiness flickering in his eyes.

“Did I make you forget him now?”

“Baek, you are still onto it. Come on. I love you. He is just a celebrity crush.”

He laughed and nodded.

"I love you too, Y/n." you pecked him.

“But next time, before leaving I will make sure that you don’t fall in love with another celebrity.”

“And what are you even going to do?”

“All the things you are watching and loving, I’m going to reenact them in reality.” He had that mischievous look with the teasing smirk on his face but you smirked back at him.

“I would love to see them. Afterall its you who would be doing those things to me.”

Again the room got filled with laughter.

Literally whenever I imagine Baekhyun, it feels like he is my real boyfriend. He is my first love in k-pop and no one can ever replace him.

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kim jongin as a boyfriend;

pairings: kim jongin x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, NSFW themes

words: 1.200

warnings: none

request: Anonymous asked: Hi!! Hope you are doing good I wanted to request kim jongin as your boyfriend!! Thank you in advance….stay safe

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If you are writing a self insert fan fic, maybe keep stuff that may have to do with body type and size out unless otherwize specified.

Like, not all of us can be picked up and thrown around, just like not all of us have curves or an ass or even tits. Just cause the reader is a female doesn’t mean she is this light as a feather with an hour glass figure thing. You can be descriptive with body parts and actions without having to mention size or shape.

As a plus size person who’s kinda built like a box, reading something and then “so and so picked you up with ease” its kinda like, um sure he did... me and all my 200 pounds.

Ooh la la la

Kyungsoo x reader

Warning: None

Genre: Fluffy cute shit au awww

Word count: 1k (1007)

Summary: Kyungsoo just wanted to serenade you, but the rest of the members can't help but be themselves and lowkey ruin it. He's lucky you don't mind it at all.

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“I don’t think this is a good idea after all.” Kyungsoo turned to the other boys, doubting the plan they had all worked on for a while.

Kyungsoo has been crushing on you for a while now and his bandmates finally convinced him to serenade you.

Though now, Kyungsoo had started to regret this, his grip on the flowers in his right hand being too tight.

“You’ve worked hard on this, don’t quit now. We’re here, if you forget any lyrics or something, we will cover you up.” Junmyeon told him and Kyungsoo let out a breath, taking small steps towards the area under your balcony.

“You can do it.” Jongin’s whisper was heard and Kyungsoo nodded.

“Wait, how do I get her to come out here?” Kyungsoo panicked and everyone turned to look at each other, their eyes widening at the small, but important detail they forgot about.

“How about you text her?” Chanyeol offered but Baekhyun gave him a light slap on the back of his head. “That’s not romantic!”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to throw rocks either.” Minseok murmured and the rest nodded, agreeing with him.

“Socks?” Jongin asked and Jongdae face palmed. “Our feet probably smell, do you wanna kill the poor girl?”

“Okay, I got an idea, what if I scream and she comes out to see what is going on?” Sehun jokingly said but the others seemed to think about it for a bit.

“I didn’t mean it, come on guys!” Sehun whined and Kyungsoo shrugged.

“Let’s just start singing. She will hear us.” Lay spoke up and everyone turned their heads to look at him.

“You’re kinda right. We should just start, she’s probably still preparing to go to sleep, so I don’t think we’re too late.” Kyungsoo said.

“Okay, 1…2…3…” Chanyeol counted before he started playing the guitar.

“When I turn my head, my eyes meet yours” Baekhyun started singing.

“And once again, I’m just left staring at you” Jongin continued and small smiles started spreading at everyone’s faces at how well it was going for now.

“That smile is a bit too much for me, filled with an ease leaving me to burn I can’t breathe when I see your eye smile, it seems like you know that’s your charm” Sehun rapped and they all kept staring at the window, waiting for a hint or a reaction from you.

“Yeah yeah yeah

La la, la la

Your eyes are whispering to me,

La la, la la

It’s like they’re asking me to approach you”

A light flickered inside your room and everyone sucked in a breath, Kyungsoo was already sweating.

“Ooh la la la, please allow me

Ooh la la la, into your imagination

I’ll go right in, so let me in I’ll dance in your eyes

Ooh la la la, the moment our gazes meet”

You reached the balcony, wondering what was going on outside and your eyes widened when you spotted them.

Your eyes met Kyungsoo’s, who was sitting in the middle, exactly the moment Jongdae sang that lyric. His expression changed to a mix of embarrassed, shy and awkward and you could feel your face mimicking it.

“Right now, in this moment, the space between us is filled with this strong trembling, “

Kyungsoo sang and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

The boys went on with the song, Kyungsoo was now standing, awkwardly holding the flowers in his hands, a mix of looking straight into your eyes but also avoiding your gaze. You had moved closer to the balcony slowly and so did he.

“It’s like you’re telling me to open the door”

Kyungsoo raised his arm towards you, longing to hold your hand, the height of the balcony separating you.

“to your slightly open heart and come right in”

He took over the rest of the lyrics, lowering his hand and taking a step back.

“Ooh la la la, please allow me

Ooh la la la, into your imagination

I’ll go right in, so let me in I’ll dance in your eyes

Ooh la la la, the moment our gazes meet”

Your breath hitched as you heard him sing those words for you.

He motioned to the boys to stop and spoke up.

“Would you like to come down here for a little?” He offered and you nodded, quickly going back in.

Kyungsoo motioned to the guys to leave and they quickly all disappeared, in reality hiding behind some bushes.

“Hi” you awkwardly said, mentally cringing.

“Hi” Kyungsoo replied and you giggled.

“So, what did you think?” Kyungsoo mentally face palmed knowing that it was exactly what they had told him not to say.

“I liked it. A lot.” You confessed and Kyungsoo let out a sigh.

“Look, (y/n), I had been meaning to ask you out for a while now, but I really couldn’t find a proper way to express my feelings. I’m sorry it took me a while, but I think this was the best way to describe what I feel for you.” He ignored everyone’s advice and followed what his heart told him to say.

“Kyungsoo… I’ve liked you all this time, I could never imagine you liking me back and all this is like my craziest fantasy.” You shyly admitted.

“It’s real, my feelings for you are real. I like you, a lot.” Kyungsoo said and held one of your hands.

“Would you like to…?” Kyungsoo hesitated thinking the term ‘girlfriend’ wasn’t serious enough for the feelings he felt for you.

“Of course.” You replied, knowing exactly what he meant and Kyungsoo smiled, before slowly leaning in.

Your lips met his and they slowly moved against each other’s both enjoying the moment ignoring anything around you.

Kyungsoo’s arms wrapped around your waist, your one hand on his chest with the other played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Why are they so quiet? What is going-OH MAN MY EYES” Sehun screeched and Kyungsoo sighed pulling away, Junmyeon scolding Sehun in the background.

[8:18 p.m.] you stare back at the inkigayo sandwich sitting in your bag, as you and the rest of the hair and makeup crew wrapped up for the evening. and apart from its surprisingly appetizing combination, you know all about the sandwich, namely how people lowkey flirt through them. which is why you’re standing there thinking who the hell would’ve given that to you? just then, two hands grab at your shoulders, and your heart jumped in your chest. “jesus, who-” and you’re cut off by laughter.. his laughter. you turn and he smiles at you, a small tinge of pink in his cheeks. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” you bashfully grinned back at him, “s’okay. what are you doing here, weren’t you supposed to leave like half an hour ago?” he scratched behind his ear, and looked up at you from behind his lashes. “well uhh, I had the managers leave me for a little bit so I could eat. um, make sure you find time to eat also.” his eyes flitted to your bag and before you could process anything, his phone rang. and from the raise of his eyebrows, you figured that meant his ride was here. smiling sheepishly at you, he started to walk fast backwards, “so sorry, I wish I could’ve stayed a little longer, but manager-nim’s outside.” and he ran off, and you swear you heard a talk to you soon and it clicked. a smile grew on your face as you fit the sandwich into your bag, and you made sure to have it when you got home and text the number that came with it.

so, who was he?

summer of '22 drabble game

I haven't done one of these in a while but, since I have enough free time this summer, I wanted to put this together for everyone!

RULES:

I write mainly for nct and bts, so I'll take requests for them, but other groups I'll take requests for include: exo, seventeen, ateez, stray kids, day6, pentagon and sf9 (I don't really listen to new gen groups much, so I don't know anything about them)

I will write either angst, fluff or both. NO SMUT PLEASE!!

I will stop taking requests on June July 1 at midnight EST! this is hopefully enough time for people to send in their requests

FOR SENDING REQUESTS: send the prompt number + member from group (ex: 1 + nct jaehyun)

here are the prompts (most inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting, thank you!)

"it's too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off"

"I won't be participating"

"I never liked summer anyway"

"let's go get ice cream"

"why are you busy, it's summer!"

"I know what you're thinking"

"are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?"

"I can barely keep my eyes open"

"I could kill for a slushy right about now"

"is that for me?"

"who's genius idea was that again?"

"how does painting and a picnic sound?"

"don't promise anything you can't keep"

"I have two weaknesses: apple pie and you"

"you're absolutely insane, do you know that?"

"I haven't stopped thinking about it since then"

"funny how things turned out, huh?"

"you're too cute"

"did you just call me 'dude'?"

"get your butt over here and kiss me"

"are you nervous?"

"you look good in that"

"I did think of one thing we can do.."

"I wish I never told you about that"

"it's only a matter of time"

"when will we ever see each other again?"

"can you believe summer's almost over?"

"I'm what?"

"take a picture, it'll last longer"

"I'll see you soon, I promise"

BONUS: free prompt! send me whatever you want (but keep the rules in mind please!!)

I'm so excited to finally put this out! I will be awaiting requests from you all!

update: extended the deadline in case people still wanted to send requests!