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All Night Long (m) (80′s song choice)

Words: 9k Warning/genre: 80s!au: smut and language Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol Summary: Chanyeol isn’t your stereotypical popular jock. He loves to come into the arcade, you work in, with his friends. Spending all his time having the highest score on at least half of the games. When you two are the only people left in the arcade on a Friday night, there is no telling what adventures you’d get up to that night. 

Based off of this moodboard by @bluenoceur

You were leaning on the counter with your head in the palm of your hand. You loved working at the arcade but even more because Park Chanyeol came in all the time. He was a very well known senior. He and his group of friends were very popular even though they didn’t look like it. Chanyeol has a baby face but a deep voice that made you swoon like any other school girl. Even his smile crushed you like an ant under a boot.

“Y/N!” You were snapped out of your thoughts. Your best friends face right in front of yours. “Jongin, what are you doing here?” Jongin laughed, “Wow, nice to see you too.” “Sorry, not what I meant. I just-“ “We’re supposed to meet Jimin and Taemin at the rollerskating rink, like now.” “Oh right,” You sighed, looking over at Chanyeol and his friends. One particular coming up to you. “Hi how can I -“ “Can I get change for this.” Sehun didn’t really ask, he just handed you the two dollar bills and you’re nodded. “Hey, Jongin,” Sehun smiled. “What are you doing here?” He asked as you opened up the cash register. “Hey, Sehun. I’m just picking up Y/N here.” “Who?” “That would be me,” You said, handing him his change, giving him a fake smile. “Oh yeah, I see you two together all the time. Everyone thinks you’re dating.” Sehun gave you a questioning look. “Well, we’re just good friends.” You gave Jongin a wink and Sehun just watched with what looked like slight jealousy in his eyes. “Cool,” Sehun took his change turned to Jongin, “Krystal told me you two broke up. She’s a total Betty.” “Yeah, we just work better as friends.” Jongin nodded awkwardly, shoving his hands into his fake jean lambskin jacket. You have always liked that jacket, Jongin really did have the best style and you admired that about him. Even something so simple, you knew that the way he wore it made him look as if he were about to walk down the runway later. Like now, he was in that jacket but underneath was a striped shirt and brown corduroy pants. You couldn’t see from the counter but you guessed he was wearing his favorite white high top converse. He called them his ‘lucky converse’ but he always wore them so you didn’t know how lucky they could be. “Sehun!” You all turned to see Baekhyun. “Stop flirting and come on!” He yelled next to Chanyeol, who was now closer, at a new game. Sehun just rolled his eyes and walked away and you focused back on Jongin. “I need to go home and change first. I don’t want to be in the shirt.” “No, you don’t. I stopped by your house on the way here and got you clothes.” He held up a bag. “Were my parents home?” “No, but the back door was open as usual.” He said as he handed you your bag over the counter and you laughed. Your and Jongin’s parents were friends, living a few houses down to each other since you were born. You two were only a few months apart and now juniors in one of the only high schools in your small town. You were very lucky to have him. He was someone that stuck with you through all these years. You had some friends that once you hit high school, well, they wanted to start fresh and that meant without you. Krystal being one of them. She would still hang out with you every once in awhile but last year in particular she tried to distance herself. She had joined the cheerleading team over the summer and spent most of her time with those girls. You had started to lose her and then suddenly Jongin started to date her for about a year until now. You had always wondered if he had dated her because you didn’t want to lose her but that was probably just big headed of you. “Thanks, Nini.” You gave him a smile as you took the bag over the counter. “I don’t understand why you call me that.” Jongin smiled. He would never tell you but he loves that nickname. It was special because you gave it to him. He had never liked nicknames but you and Taemin called him all sorts of things and he loved it. “Oh you love it,” You said, looking in the bag and seeing what he had packed you. He just kept smiling, you were very much right, he did. “Okay, rad. Thank you! My shift is over in like a minute so I’ll go ahead and change.” You went to move but then Suho came up to say hi. “Y/N, what’s up homegirl?” You heard all the other friends of Chanyeol groan. “Suho, you airhead.” Sehun said and Chen laughed, hitting him. Suho was a very attractive senior and one of Chanyeol’s friends. He was like the parent of the group and in that way, he was really cringey. The boys called him ‘uncool’ but they adored him either way. When Suho came with Chanyeol or the other boys he always made it a point to talk to you. You never understood why but he did and he was as sweet as he could be. “Jimin was telling me about your Sunday night dungeons and dragons games. Sounds fun… I would love to maybe try and play game sometime.” “Dammit!” Chanyeol hit the machine as it started to play sad music, indicating that he had lost. Then of course your manager saw and yelled at him not to hit the machine and you giggled. Your manager looking at you and you quickly looked away not wanting to get in deep shit for that. “What dude? You beat your high score.” Xiumin nudged him before continuing his conversation with Chen. “I was so close to beating that level… Wait did you say dungeons and dragons?” Chanyeol walked over and your breath hitched. He was in an old army jacket with a white shirt and plaid pants. He had a very unique sense of style that you loved to see change from day to day. He was one of the only people that had pink hair. Girls did it to be ‘punk’ but Chanyeol really pulled it off and you wanted to run your fingers through it so badly and- “Yeah, every Sunday.” Jongin gave you a look across the counter. He could tell you were way too excited that Chanyeol was in front of you. You were expecting Chanyeol to make fun of it like he doesn’t spend his afternoons in an arcade shoving all the money in slots and staring at a screen. “Oh, that’s why you’re never here.” Chanyeol looked at you and your mouth went dry. “That’s really cool. I’ve played a few times but can never find good people to play with.” “Well, we are super serious about it.” Jongin said and you wanted to kick him. “But you should come play with us.” All three boys looked at you, surprised you were finally saying something. “I mean, you might not be able to keep up but there is always fun in numbers.” You said sassily. You had read in your mother’s Cosmo, to mess with boys like they like to mess with girls because they sometimes find it endearing. You figured you had a 50-50 shot anyway. Chanyeol looked baffled and you were nervous before he smiled at you. “Oh, I can keep up.” “We’ll see,” you couldn’t help but grin and Jongin spoke. “Um-okay. Well, we always play at Y/N’s house. It’s the normal hang out spot. We play in her basement, it’s pimped out.” Suho and Chanyeol laughed at that statement. Chanyeol then sighed, “Well, we need to head out. We’re supposed to meet Lay. See you guys later! Bye, Jongin. Bye Y/N,” Chanyeol made the gesture, pointing at his eyes and then pointing to you like he was saying, he would be watching you. Your smile was massive as he called for the other boys and Jongin rolled his eyes, telling you to go change or you could ride your bike to the rink.

You and Jongin finally made it to the rink, meeting up with Taemin and Jimin. You were not the best at skating but all the other boys were great. They were all very graceful, unlike you. Jongin would sometimes get annoyed with you when you hung onto him so Jimin was the guy who was always helping or just holding your hand while skating.

You didn’t skate for long after you fell multiple times. Sitting on the sidelines watching your friends before shifting your eyes to see a girl from your school hold onto Chanyeol, acting like she didn’t know what she was doing. Funny thing was you saw her here two weeks ago skating like a pro. Well, you guess not so funny to you. You had forgotten that Lay worked at the rollerskating rink so of course Chanyeol would be here. You were afraid that he would think you were stalking him but then again this was a small town. You rubbed your knee as Lay came over, giving you an ice pack. “Say, you had a few falls. Doing better?” “Yeah, I’m great.” you shrugged, as he handed you the ice pack. “You look familiar.” “We go to school together…” “Well I figured but-“ “I work at the arcade.” “Ah, that’s what it is. Chanyeol loves that place. I think he just has a thing for you. For some reason he’s too afraid to talk to you. But you seem pretty cool.” Your brain when into sensory overload and when you tired to put the words together to ask him, what the hell he was talking about but he was called over by his friends, not even giving you a second glance. You looked over at Chanyeol who made eye contact with you before giving you a small wave. You just smiled before Jongin coming up to you, asking if you were ready to go.

You were at school the next day. Ready to go home, luckily you only had two classes left. Your parents were going to visit your older brother Kyungsoo since he was away at college. Sadly, you couldn’t get off work to go with them. Someone had taken off before you. You missed him dearly but you two always had an hour long conversation on Sundays before playing dungeons and dragons with your friends. Kyungsoo was actually the one who started the whole tradition. So you continued it on, excited for him to come back during the holidays so you could play together. The one plus side being, that you would have the house to yourself all weekend. You would be at work tonight and mid day tomorrow but you were excited. You and Jongin making plans to watch a movie and get a bunch of food with the money your parents left you. You were so ready to go home to an empty house. You were sure your parents would call while you were at work and leave a message, expecting you to call but you were adult free and that was wild to you. You felt like an adult in a silly way. You just wish you had a car. Jongin did though and that was good enough. 

When the final bell rang you jumped out of your seat. Sprinting to your locker you slowed down as you saw Chanyeol walking with Sehun and Baekhyun. You fixed your hair as you walked casually to your locker, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, Y/N.” You watched his thin lips speak and at first you thought you were having a fantasy right in the middle of the hallway. You definitely had multiple fantasies of him with your name coming out of his mouth. But he looked over at you as he was still walking, adding a smile. “See you at the arcade later.” “I- I- um yeah. Totally! See you.” You waved and Sehun straight up laughed at you. Giving you a, better luck next time look. You didn’t care though. Chanyeol had publicly said, ‘hello’ to you and you were loosing it, only slightly. You leaned up against your locker and girls across the hall gave you jealous looks. But why would anyone look at them when their hair was so teased up. They went a little too crazy on the Farrah Fawcett hairspray. You grabbed what you needed, only having one thing for homework. You ran down the stairs and out the building as you found Jongin’s car. He was leaned up against his, ‘hot rod’ he liked to called it, along with Jimin and a friend named Jin. Jin was a very good looking senior. He was popular in a different way, Captain of the football team apparently did modeling on the side but you had never seen pictures. “Yeah, well I’ll see you later to work on the project then.” Jin said as Taehyung came up to grab him. “Hyung, we have practice. Come one,” he grabbed Jin and saw you. “Oh, hey Y/N.” He flicked his hair back. “Tae, how are you?” You said awkwardly as Jongin and the boys watched. “Great, just heading to practice. You coming to the game tomorrow?” He asked and Jin laughed at him as Taehyung puffed out his chest. You made a noise like you had forgotten. “I’ll be at work, sorry.” You had no interest in going to that nor would you if you were off. The thing about Taehyung was that since the two of you slept together he tried to get you to go out with him occasionally. He’s a sweet guy but you weren’t each other’s type. Sleeping with him, the both of you drunk, was not your finest half hour. “Oh, well maybe another time. Before the season ends.” “Yeah, maybe so.” You smiled politely nodding as Jin grabbed Taehyung. “Alright, bye guys.” “Bye,” you all said in unison. “What was that about?” Jongin asked with a laugh. “Nothing,” you muttered as Jimin nudged you with giggle. 

Jongin and Jimin hung out with you until you had to go to work. They dropped you off. Jongin telling you to call his house when you were ready to go home. “I think Sixteen Candles is out at the video store. We could rent it?” “Sounds good to me. I want to see it. Anyway, I’ll call you when I get off. Okay? Have a good night.” You said to the boys as they said their goodbyes and you walked into work with a sigh. You punched in and since it was only 4:15 it was mostly just the after school crowd. Plus it was Friday so it would stay packed for awhile. It wasn’t until about 7:45 that Chanyeol and his gang walked in. They all surprisingly said, ‘hello’ or nodded at you. Chanyeol smiling as he was the last one to walk in, “It’s later.” His smile was contagious as you tried to hold it together. “Miss me?” You almost said, yes, but you kept your cool. “Lovely to see you as always.” His eyebrows shot up, “Lovely? Oh, I’m flattered.” He said as he walked away and you giggled to yourself. You tried to stay focused on other things during the night. But you did hear Xiumin and Chen get tired, “Why must we always hangout here? I mean we could go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I came out today.” “Yeah, Channy boy. I want to go do something else. We’re always here.” Lay said. “I mean I didn’t have to work tonight. I want to go try and get some girls. Heather is having a party tonight. Her older brother got her beer.” “Then why don’t you all go? I’m not making you stay.” Chanyeol said as you went to go play a game behind the one they were all at. “Well, okay. We’re going to the game tomorrow? I told Jackie I would watch her perform.” Lay said. “Preform? She’s a cheerleader.” Baekhyun laughed. “Either way, skirts are flying.” Lay answered and Chen and Xiumin high fived, nodding with a laugh. “What does that even mean?” Sehun said with a disgusted face. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Lay said as he pinched Sehun’s cheek, Sehun pushing him off. “Now, I need to go get laid. Anyone coming?” “We are!” Xiumin and Chen said in unison and Suho followed. You sighed in relief. Now you just wish the other two would go. 

It was about 20 till closing and your manager had left, asking you to close up. You only said yes because you were hoping to have any sort of conversation with Chanyeol. Baekhyun had come over to ask you some questions as Sehun cheered Chanyeol on. “So how long have you worked here?” “Almost two years. I like video games. Plus it’s nice to get away from reality for awhile… in a game.” You answered as the last parent came to pick up their son. It was only the four of you in there. “Huh, I never thought about it like that.” Baekhyun said and you looked him over. He was shorter but very lean. He was very chatty but in a way that made you believe he was interested. He was very popular with the ladies. They loved his hair espically. You were never one for mullets but the red and black was pretty sexy on him. You still didn’t get why the mullet was so popular during this decade. “Well, I think that Sehun and I were going to go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I heard it’s supposed to be crazy scary.” “I saw the previews on mtv. It looks creepy. I love scary movies.” “Me too! Chanyeol likes them but he’s a total wimp.” Baekhyun whispered. “I am not, you bitch!” Chanyeol yelled and you both laughed. “Well either way, Sehun we better go. It starts in 20 minutes and you know it’s gonna be packed.” Sehun nodded and backed away from the game he started to play. “Channy, you coming?” Sehun asked. Chanyeol looked up from the game over to you and then back at the game. “No, I’m good. Have fun, guys. See you tomorrow.” “O-okay, will do. Night!” Sehun said as they walked out the door. “Bye, Chanyeol. Bye, Y/N.” Baekhyun waved and smiled and you did the same. Now it was 10 before closing and it was just you and Chanyeol. You shut everything down that you needed and started playing beside Chanyeol. “Do you want me to leave the place open a little later? My boss is gone.” Chanyeol was playing intensely as you looked over and he stayed in laser focus. It was quite impressive. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I don’t want to keep you from your plans.” You soon lost, too busy paying attention to his profile. The Pac-Man machine making the sound to indicate you lost made you and Chanyeol look at it. “Whoops,” You said as you focused back. Chanyeol looked back at his game. “Oh shit,” He said as his character was quickly killed. “Damn, well. That sucked, man I want more videos games to play at home. Standing sucks,” he said while stretching his long limbs as you tried not to watch. “Y/N, don’t die!” Chanyeol said, startling you. “Wha- oh god” You whispered as Chanyeol came up behind you, putting his hand over yours as he helped you get away from the ghosts. “There we go, that’s it.” He said lowly in your ear as his body was pressed against yours and yours was pressed up against the warm machine. You could smell his lingering cologne as his soft skin rubbed against yours. “Yes!” He shouted and you jumped, looking at the screen seeing you won. How long had you been in your head? “Thanks, Chanyeol. You’re totally boss.” Chanyeol stood back and you sighed sadly. “Pac-Man is a fun game. And thank you, I know I am but it’s always lovely to hear it.” He smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. “So… you hungry?” You looked up at Chanyeol. “Um- yeah actually.” Wondering where this was going. “Well, there a dinner right down the street. You want to get some grub?” You stood there for a moment. “Um well-“ “If not it’s okay-“ “No, just let me call Jongin. He was supposed to pick me up. I don’t want him to worry.” “Yeah, I can take you home.” Chanyeol said and you smiled bashfully. “Okay- um great. I’ll call him and then close up.” “Sure, I’ll meet you outside. I need to get my jacket from my car.” He said as he walked to the door. “Cool.” Your cheeks hurt from your smile as you went to the phone behind the counter and quickly punched Jongin’s number in. After three rings, “Hello?” “Mrs. Kim! Hi, is Jongin there?” “Hello, darling! He is, let me grab him for you.” “Thank you,” You said as you tapped your foot, waiting. “Y/N?” “Hey, don’t worry about picking me up. Chanyeol said he’d drive me home. We’re getting food.” You said excitedly. “Oh- okay- well, so no movie night?” “Awe, Nini. I mean I don’t know when I’ll get home. I don’t want you to wait up. I work the afternoon shift tomorrow. Pick me up at 4:15 and I’m all yours.” “Promise?” He asked and your heart pounded. There had been a few times lately where you just loved when Jongin needed you. You didn’t know if it was just because he wanted you around or something else. “Have I ever broken one?” “Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “See you, Nini.” “Y/N-“ “Yeah?” “Be careful, okay?” “I will, don’t worry.” “I know you like him so just-“ “Jongin, don’t worry. I’ll be safe.” He sighed, “Okay, goodnight.” “Night!” You hung up, running around the counter, grabbing your jacket and turning the lights off. Meeting Chanyeol outside and locking the door. He was leaning against his black camaro and you admired his different clashing patterns. Only he could pull that off. “You ready, m’lady?” He pushed off his car, holding out his hand. “Yes, good sir.” 

You and Chanyeol were sat in a booth by the window, looking out into the dark Autumn night. You both ordered a burger and fries, Chanyeol swearing they had the best. You sipped your coke as Chanyeol talked about the fact that he plays the guitar. “Wow, was it hard to learn?” You asked, leaning against your arm. You were trying to focus on his words but he just looked so soft. You couldn’t help be sigh in awe. “No, not really. I enjoyed learning. Music is just a passion of mine.” “Radical,” you nodded, watching his lips curl around his straw before he coughed and you could believe you had just said- “Yeah, it is pretty radical… You’re so cute.” He smiled as the waitress came over, giving you your burgers with a fake smile. You were too shocked to care. Your stomach growling, smelling the food and Chanyeol heard it and laughed. “You better chow down.” “Yeah,” You said as you picked up the burger. The thing is you ate so fast you were trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to seem like a pig. On the other hand you were so hungry you didn’t care. You always finished your food before Jongin. You scarfed it down and would always steal food off his plate. Well, you guess it wasn’t stealing when he let you do it. He was a good friend like that. You finally took a bite and you were very surprised. A moan escaping out of your mouth as you chewed. “Right,” Chanyeol said with excitement after he swallowed, taking a drink. “You wouldn’t suspect a place like this.” You nodded, swallowing. “Wow, I mean that totally melts in your mouth.” “I know,” Chanyeol sighed. “I always feel like I could eat about three of these.” “Well, if you do, I probably would too.” You retorted and he chuckled. The two of you sat there and talked for awhile. You spoke about school, teachers, games and college. It was easy with Chanyeol. He was a great listener, very attentive. You still were a bit nervous. You had such a crush on him so he was intimidating. But that seemed to melt away as you got to know him better. He told you about his favorite music. Telling you he’d make you a mixtape with all the ‘good’ music on it. You smiled, imagining yourself in your room late at night dancing around your room to the tape he made just for you. You told him that you enjoyed singing. “Maybe one day you and I can rock out with your guitar…” “Oh, nice! Like our own little concert. That could be fun. Good idea,” He winked at you and it took everything you had in you not to squeal. 

For dessert you ordered shakes. You got strawberry and Chanyeol got chocolate. He offered you a drink of his and you were way too excited to drink after him. Lips touching his straw, you definitely needed to calm down. You looked out the window as it got quiet. Chanyeol circled his straw around, pushing around his shake in the glass. “So… you and Jongin…” You took a drink of your milkshake, looking back at Chanyeol. “What about him?” “I mean, are you two together?” “What?” You scoffed, “No.” “Woah, okay. Take a chill pill.” Chanyeol chuckled. “I mean- I’m just saying, you two are super close. He’s always by your side. He just seems to really like you.” “I mean, I hope so. He’s my best friend.” “Awe, sweet sweet Y/N. I mean, it’s obvious he has a crush on you.” Your eyes widened, “No, it is definitely not obvious. Don’t you think I would know?” “Not necessarily, I mean he’s trying to hide it.” “Chanyeol, just shut up.” you laughed. “What’s your damage? He’s a nice guy. I heard that he only dated Krystal for you.” “Well, I still did lose her so… where did you even hear that?” “Krystal,” Chanyeol said. “Apparently Jongin told her that he had feelings for someone else and she thought it was you.” You sat there in shock. You and Jongin were close but you couldn’t imagine he liked you. You were yourself around him, you were gross and weird. He liked that? “No way.” “I think he does.” Chanyeol shrugged as he finished his shake and you couldn’t touch yours anymore. “So what, you just wanted to break this news to me?” You sat back. “Well, no. I just thought you should know. I like you a lot. You’re cute and funny. I pay more attention to you then you know.” “But-“ “So why haven’t you tried with Jongin?” “Because of my crush on you.” You answered truthfully. You had learned way too much heavy shit tonight to care about anything else. “You like me?” Chanyeol said happily. “You’re not as cool as I thought you were.” “Hey!” You laughed and Chanyeol spoke again, “I like you too and I would date you in a heartbeat but I like Jongin and I honestly think you should give him a try.” “Chanyeol, that’s not how it works-“ “Y/N, you couldn’t last a day without him. I mean think about it. He’s handsome, he knows the real you, loves the real you. Jongin always is there when you need him. He gives up dates to be with you. I mean he gave up one tonight.” “With who?” “Amber Davis.” “She’s so pretty,” You said and you felt a tinge of jealousy. You were always a little jealous when Jongin when out on dates. It like when he was with Krystal. You just thought you didn’t want someone stealing your best friend. But then there were nights where you would just stare at his lips as he spoke, wondering how they would feel against yours. You figured that was just your hormones. Then there was the day you walked in on Jongin changing. He had just gotten out of the shower. You didn’t know this of course. You came over, his mother telling you he should be in his room. The door was cracked and you wanted to throw it back and scare him but when you peeked, his towel dropped. “Chanyeol, I have a crush on you.” Chanyeol smiles softly, “That warms my heart but I do think you should give Jongin a chance.” “Okay… I will.” “Wow, that’s great. I mean I’m a little sad-“ “On one condition.” “Wait, what?” He looked confused, sitting up to listen. “You take me out tonight. Show me what one night would be like with you. I want to get you out of my system. If it doesn’t work with Jongin, we go out again.” “I mean of course I’ll take you out of it doesn’t work with him.” “But of it does, I want to have had this night with you. I don’t want to think about you if I’m with him, wondering what this could have been.” “Y/N, I don’t know. It’s already so late. Won’t your parents worry?” “They’re out of town for the weekend. Come on, please. One night, Chanyeol. Just me and you.” Chanyeol looked you over for a minute. “Fine, just because I do think the two of you will work. I want to be able to have at least one night with you. And i’m still coming to dungeons and dragons.” “Oh course! I want you as a friend too. We have a lot in common. I think you’re a great guy.” Chanyeol stuck his hand out, “Deal?” “Deal,” you smiled as you shook his hand. Chanyeol then smacked down some cash for the bill. “Alright, let’s move it. We have a lot to cover.” You both got up in excitement. This was the night you had been waiting for.

You both got into his jet black camaro. You had never been in a car like this. It was so fast and loud, riding around in it made your body tingle. “Hold on,” Chanyeol would whisper in a raspy voice as he flew down the highway. The windows were down as the hard rock blasted from the speakers and you screamed in happiness. You felt free and you were going to take advantage of that for this one dream night. You didn’t even bother asking where the two of you were going. You wanted it to be surprise, you wanted to go into this not knowing. You embraced the night sky as the air hit you, arm out the window as Chanyeol sang along with the music. You enjoyed the night as Chanyeol pulled up to a building. “Park Plumbing and Co? Isn’t this your dad’s business?” You asked as Chanyeol parked and turned off the car. “It is, I have the keys to it. Sometimes I like to go in there at night. It doesn’t have cameras so I’ll go and move stuff around to mess with people’s head.” You both got out and walked up to the building. “That’s so twisted… I love it.” It was a two story building. You didn’t know why a plumbing company had two floors but there were a ton of offices who didn’t lock their door so you and Chanyeol went in. The two of you giggling as you slightly moved stuff around. “Do you do this often?” You asked as you moved a cup of pencils to the opposite side of the desk that belonged to, according to the name card, Mr. Hood. “Only when my dad pisses me off. I want him to think this place is haunted. He’s terrified of ghosts.” You laughed, taking the name plate out and flipping it upside down. “Doesn’t your mom run an antique shop on the square?” “She does. I wish I had the keys to that place. It’s so spooky at night. Apparently it used to be a bank and when that closed down it was just abandoned. So there’s still a whole bunch of furniture there. It so scary at night or when the room are dark.” “I like scary places.” “You do?” The two of you walked into another office. “Yeah,” you moved one thing and then leaned against the desk as you spoke to Chanyeol. “It’s thrilling, you don’t know what’s going to happen.” “That’s true. You know that abandoned hospital, off Jefferson?” “Oh yeah! That place looks terrifying. I’ve heard some crazy shit about it.” Chanyeol finished what he was doing and took your hand. You froze slightly but followed him. “We could go there.” “Yeah, right. I’m not about to just stroll on in there.” Chanyeol laughed, “Okay, we don’t have to… chicken.” He lead you to a hallway that had stairs. The two of you walking up. “Call me chicken, I don’t give a shit. We could go and you could totally run away and leave me stranded.” Chanyeol opened a door and you were suddenly on the roof. “Oh wow,” he wind was really hitting you up there. You were glad it wasn’t too tall of a building but you could see some other business. Plus the sky looked beautiful. “That’s what Baekhyun did to me. The boys and I went to the abandoned hospital during the day and it was still scary as hell.” You listened as your skin got goosebumps from the crisp air and because Chanyeol was still holding your hand tightly. “So we break off into groups and somehow I get stuck with Baekhyun. I mean he’s an even bigger baby than I am.” “I can see that.” “Rude, but I’ll let that slide.” He said and you chuckled. “We were walking through the psychiatric ward and we start to hear a loud banging.” You stiffened at the story, slightly nervous. “It’s inconsistent but it’s still there. For some reason I wanted to get closer to it and all the sudden while we were walking toward it a door burst open and Baekhyun is suddenly gone from my side. He left my ass, yelling ‘sorry’ while screaming! Turns out is was just Sehun because he’s not scared of anything.” “Oh my gosh!” You started to laugh. “Don’t laugh at my pain! I was terrified. I practically shit my pants. It was horrifying and I was frozen and out walks Sehun just giggling, the prick.” “I would have cried.” “I did once I got home,” Chanyeol said and you both laughed. “Jongin scared me like that once. He hid in my closet when we were kids. I was deathly afraid of my closet when I was young. I thought that there was a monster living in there and still to this day I can’t sleep with my closet door open. Jongin knew this and one day I was at home waiting for him to come over and I went into my room and my closet door started to shake and I heard scary moaning coming out of it and I screamed when it burst it open and out came my so called best friend.” You we’re still butt hurt about it. “I was so upset I yelled at him and told him I didn’t want to hang out with him ever again, so I made him leave. He only lives three houses down but I was furious.” Chanyeol was dying laughing as you had said that story in detail. Using your hands to show the intensity of the situation. “Oh- oh my god. You poor thing. You must have been terrified.” “Believe me I was. I told my mom that Jongin wasn’t my friend anymore and I banned him from the house.” “You’re cute,” Chanyeol said as he used your hand to pull you closer. You felt your face redden as you were standing there in his arms. You both stood there and talked for a while before moving back inside and hanging out in his dad’s office. You were laid out on the couch as Chanyeol was spread out on the ground. The two of you sharing and laughing for what seems like ages and apparently it was because suddenly Chanyeol shot up, checking his watch. “Holy shit, we’ve been here for two hours!” “Really?” You sat up, “Wow, I didn’t even realize.” “Me either, too wrapped up in you.” Chanyeol said as he got up. “You want something to drink? There’s a convenient store down the street that’s open 24 hours.” “Sure, sounds great. I could use some caffeine right about now.” You said and Chanyeol pulled you off the couch, making you run into him. “Oh-“ “Damn, Y/N, calm down. I know you like me but…” he smiled as you pushed him back. “Shove off,” You tried to hide your smile. “I like them feisty.” Chanyeol said as he ran off before you could hit him. 

The two of you ran through the convenience store. Both trying to get to the Coke before the other one. You heard the cashier sigh as he watched the two of you run around. Chanyeol was the first to get there. “Loser!” He made an L with his fingers putting it up to his forehead as he leaned down and put his face close to yours.

You shoved him back. “Not fair, your legs are longer than mine.” “Sure~ just a sore loser.” Chanyeol said as he grabbed the two glass Coke bottles out of the cold glass case. The two of you walked down another aisle looking at the candy and chips. “You hungry?” He asked and you clung to his side as a creepy man can in, watching the two of you. Chanyeol looked down at you and caught your eyes watching the man. “Baby?” He leaned down and kissed you. You were shocked, looking up at the grinning boy. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” You normally didn’t like it when people gave you pet names or nicknames. Jongin called you, doll face when he was trying to embarrass you but for some reason, baby coming out of Chanyeol’s mouth was too much. His voice was so deeply delicious as it was raspy. You wanted to hear him whisper it to you. You also wondered what it would sound like coming out of Jongin’s mouth but you shook your head. “You want candy?” He asked. “I’m good,” You gripped his jacket as you looked up at him pulling the two of you close together. “You’re really cute.” “Hey, that’s my line,” Chanyeol pressed his long finger into your dimple. “Way cuter than me.” The creepy guy watched from another aisle and Chanyeol yelled, “Eat my shorts, dude!” “Chanyeol,” you scolded him. “You’re not Bart Simpson, let’s just go.” Chanyeol huffed at the guy as he held you close while the two of you walked up to the counter getting your cokes. Paying and opening them on the way out to the car. You both got in and you didn’t know where to go but you were not ready for the night to be over. “Chanyeol, your car is really sexy.” Chanyeol nodded with a cute chuckle. “I agree,” he started driving around the town. He would point at houses and tell you who lived there. He would tell you about gossip he heard as well. “Where on earth did you hear that?” “From my mom! She runs an antique shop a lot of the older rich or women come in and tell her gossip or she overhears it. I’m telling you, Mrs. Fletcher who owns the car dealership with her her husband is fucking Jin.” “No, no way. I refuse to believe that.” “It’s a small town, Y/N. Even if it’s not real, I mean, she’s rich and I’d want to be pampered.” “She’s such a bitch. I mean my dad and I went to look at cars for my 18th birthday next year and she totally was like buy something or leave.” “She’s a totally bitch but maybe she’s nicer now that she’s getting boned.” “Ew,” You said and he laughed. “Just saying, I mean people usually are a lot nicer when they’re getting laid. He’s her boy toy for sure.” “Maybe so… speaking of which, have you ever had sex in your car?” Chanyeol almost choked on his Coke. He put it down in the cupholder as the two of you were cruising the town. There really wasn’t much to do in 1984 when you lived in a small town. Nothing was open except the convenient store and you were not ready to go home yet. You definitely wanted this wonderful one night only date to end in something fun. “Y/N…” “That’s a yes,” you laughed. Chanyeol was surprised you were laughing. He had had sex with a few girls but none of them had ever wanted to hear about the others. If they did it was a trick and he definitely learned soon enough since the last time a girl asked she tried to beat him up. “I mean it was just a handjob. We were at the drive in a town over. But I’ve never done it in my car before.” “Do you want to?” Chanyeol looked at you and then the road doing a double take. “Y/N, um-“ “Oh come on Chanyeol, i’m not naïve. Don’t you want to end this night with a bang, literally.” You giggled and he still couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Normally guys had to almost beg girls to sleep with them. “It’s not like you’re my first either.” “Damn, just break my heart why don’t you.” “Oh please, it’s just one night. I mean, perfect way to end the night. Once you take me home this night will be a memory to the both of us. I don’t want to wonder what it would’ve been like, I want to know.” “Jesus, how am I hard just by that statement? You don’t even want to go home? You just want to do it on my car?” “Yeah,” you smiled. “ I want to be the girl that you had sex in your car with. Even if you do it with another girl in your car you’ll remember that I was the first.” You said proudly. Chanyeol shook his head with a huge unbelievable smile. Still reeling at the fact that you wanted to have sex with him. “Well, should we go up to Query Lane?” Query Lane was basically like the lovers lane of every small town. “No, I hear perverts try to watch from the bushes.” “Well, what about the school parking lot?” “Chanyeol, are you kidding me? If a cop found us we could totally get in trouble. I mean we’re having sex at a place where kids go.” “Well, shit, I don’t know! I’m just too excited with the fact that I’m about to have sex with you.” He said truthfully and you blushed. “I think I know the place, take a right up here.”

You told Chanyeol where to park as he pulled into a church parking lot. “Y/N, I feel weird.” “What? I mean I know it’s crazy but you can park behind this building and no one will see. I mean there are woods back there and then the nearest house is all the way over there,” you pointed. “I guess you’re right. It’s just funny what people will go through these days to fuck each other.” You shrugged, “Get the backseat.” “Well damn, am I just taking orders?” “If you want to get laid you are.” That caught his attention because he moved quicker than you had ever seen a human move. Almost like Jongin when he was around chicken. Chanyeol has already kicked his shoes off on the way to the backseat. Then removing his jacket and shirt. You watched as he removed the rest, throwing it in the front seat as you removed your jacket, shoes and socks. “Don’t take off everything, I want to take it off of you.” He said smoothly and you started to get butterflies in your stomach. You made your way back there to a naked Chanyeol. He pulled you into the back and placed you on his lap. You felt his long member against your jeans. “You feel that? You’ve made me so hard, Y/N.” He brought your hand down to feel him as the two of you kept eye contact. “You’re so cute.” He said and you scoffed but he just chuckled, moving your hand as he slowly removed your shirt, fingertips gliding against your skin. The eye contact was making you wet with excitement. He threw your shirt up in the front as he made eye contact with your chest, reaching back and unclasping your bra. Letting it slide down your shoulders before the threw the bra in the front. Chanyeol reached for both breasts, massaging them before engulfing one in his mouth. Dancing his tongue around your nipple. While he did that your head fell back, mouth open with soft moans filling the car. He then started to undo your belt and pants. Releasing your nipples from his mouth, you groaned. He then helped you push off your underwear and pants, putting them in the front seat with everything else. You moved back up on Chanyeol’s lap, his thick member brushing against your folds. Chanyeol moaned and you smiled, loving the feeling of being in control.

“Y/N, baby- fuck.” He swore and you felt a rush in your body when he called you, baby, again. He stilled your hips as he moved himself to your entrance. Pushing in slowly as he watched your face for signs of discomfort. You swallowed hard as he finally pushed himself all the way in. Letting out growl, Chanyeol tried to control himself, seeing you needed a minute to get use to it. When you started to move he gave you sweet but passionate kisses. You arched your back, trying to ride him as good as you could. He filled you up. His dick was long, feeling him in your stomach. You were trying not to go crazy because all you wanted to do was make him come at this point. He just felt so good inside of you. “Y/N, you’ve gotten me so fucking hard. Shit! I’ve never been this turned on.” You smiled to yourself and then he suddenly started to move slightly which made you drop your smile and moan. “Chan- Chanyeol, oh yeah, yes that’s so good oh my god.” You grunted as you held onto him tightly. You started to circle your hips as you went down quickly and moving up slowly. Chanyeol was making all kinds of noises and you could tell you were driving him crazy. You kept up with that pattern, wanting to make him feel good. And he did, he was in his element. Loving how warm you felt around him. “Baby, that’s it. Fuck me like you mean it.” He held your hips as you stared to quickly move your body down on his cock, making him beg for it. “That’s it, that’s it. Look at you. You know how to work that ass for me, huh?” He spread both his big hands around your neck, helping you thrust down on him. “You’re all mine tonight. You’re going to ache for my cock when you wake up.” “Chanyeol,” You grunted. “You’re going to make me wish I never told you to go after Jongin.” He held tighter and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. It was so hot in the car but you felt to good to care. Chanyeol bringing you up close and personal, whispering sweet dirty nothings into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe. You held his soft pink hair tightly as he bit down on your ear, making you scream his name. “That’s it, same my name!” “Chanyeol, fuck!” You cried out as he picked you up, turning you around so he could move better inside you. You were both squished in his backseat but it still felt so good. ”Call me baby,” You asked for it at least once more as Chanyeol’s long body got positioned and this thrusts were quick and erratic. Either way he was hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. “Yes, yes,” you could barely get out. Felt like he was stuffing you and you could barely breathe in the best way. “Baby,” he whispered and you gasped. “That’s right baby, let me take care of you. I want you to come for me. You’ve been such a good girl riding my cock. I want to take care of you and have you come for me. All around me.” You moaned so loudly for him whimpering at the end as his hips pounded into you. You were hitting the seat in the same steady rhythm. “Right there that’s it!” You gasped again, louder. “Baby,” he groaned, “Look at you, fuck I’m lucky to see you like this at least once. I’ll always remember this night. You have no idea.” He kissed up your neck, bodies engulfed in one another. “So tight, Y/N, you feel so good.” His sweet yet sensual words pushed you off the edge as he said one last thing, “Mine.” After that you lost it. Yelling his name as your hand hit the window trying to hold yourself up as you were shaking. “Fuck that’s so good,” you whined as he kept fucking you. Your voice sounded so different to you, basically begging for more. Begging him to keep fucking you. This was all that you wanted for this night. “That’s my baby,” Chanyeol said as he filled you up, thrusts sloppy. Holding onto you so tight as he whispered your name in ecstasy. You pulled his head to kiss you as it was leaning against your chest. The kisses were soft as the two of you started to giggle, not believing what you had just done together back of his car in this location. You looked at the windows, “Holy shit, we fogged it up.” Chanyeol was too busy looking at you before you turned his head and he saw what you meant. He just laughed before saying, “We definitely got it hot up in here.” Chanyeol then moved, holding you for a little while in the backseat. Draping his jacket over the two of you. You were at peace with this night. You were more than happy with the way things turned out. After about half an hour of silence and holding each other with a few kisses. The two of you got dressed and got back into the front seat. Holding hands and driving off. 

Workshop photo from Curious Expeditions on flickr

Themes: alchemy/medieval fantasy!AU, angst, self-induced memory loss, marriage/romance, some smut

Warnings: contains sexual themes and explicit sexual content not suitable for readers under 18 years of age

Pairing: husband!Sehun x fem!reader

Description: He removed himself for the sake of your safety, not knowing that in protecting your person, he left your heart defenseless. 

Word Count: a loosely/imperfectly edited ~7.9k

A/N: @kyungseokie​ and @yeoldontknow​ were right – there’s something different about writing for your bias. Thank you @jenmyeons​ and @kyungseokie​ for looking at early drafts of this and being spice scene advisors, and thank you @baek-byunies​ for inspiring and encouraging me to try writing spice again. I knew of you are fellow Sehun stans, but because this fic contains mature content and I don’t recall who’s okay with that, I’ve left out the tags. DM me if it’s okay to tag you in spicy content going forward!

lovely gif by pikayeollie

This is the long awaited baek x oc x baëk smut, sorry it took 10 years, and I’m still not completely satisfied lmao

[ Contains: Baëkhyun. Is that not enough of an explanation? Well, then, we’re going ✈ rough hours again. Deepthroating, airplay/choking, creampie, dirty talk(he’s filthy), cunnilingus, etc. ]

Yolo

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You were used to hearing odd noises in the dead of night. A random pop here, a fallen bag there. Your house was the oldest on the block; left in your hands after your grandparents passed on and you didn’t have the heart to leave so many years of family history behind. And being a frequent visitor during your winter breaks, you’ve grown accustomed to the aches of the old house.

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◇ Genre: Cop! Ksoo, Criminal! Baek, Crime! AU

◇ Summary: As your life takes a dangerous turn when you get caught between a criminal and a cop, you begin to question how thin the line between good and bad really is.

◇ Word Count: 3.4k

◇ A/N: This fic is inspired by the film Dhoom 2, but for the most part, the story is very different. I hope you enjoy it!

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◇ Genre: Cupid! AU, fluff, n barely there angst tbh

◇ Summary: A certain pink-haired cupid promises to help fix your love-life when he accidentally ruins it thanks to a wretched broken arrow.

◇ Word Count: 12k (rip)

◇ A/N: When Hope messaged me with this idea, I instantly fell in love (get it hehehe). So this one’s for you babe! happy (early) birthday, ily lots @hopefulbyun 😘

The sequel to Scars

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ||

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 9391

“I can see you lookin’ back at me. Keep your eyes on me. Baby, keep your eyes on me” [🎵 ]

Grey skies brought cascades of rain plummeting towards the earth, the accompanying cold and violent wind whistling through the alleys between buildings, carrying the thick droplets across the air, only to have them splatter against the windows of your apartment. Thunder reverberated through the walls of the building, shaking the foundations as lightning zapped through the clouds, illuminating the bleak atmosphere for a split second before the world was encompassed by blackness once more. The vicious tempest mercilessly unleashed its wrath upon the city, but it was merely a light drizzle when compared with the swirling hurricane of anguish, guilt and sorrow that had been ceaselessly churning within your lifeless cavern of a chest.

The unending tears that poured from your bloodshot eyes bathed you in liquid sorrow, keeping your puffy face permanently damp as they dripped down your cheeks, soaking the pillow on which you lay. Your arrhythmic heartbeat rivalled the deafening crescendo of the thunder as it pounded away, each pump sending a myriad of conflicted emotions through your veins, causing your nerves to fire up in confused retaliation. Not even the blinks of lightning could brighten your internal storm. It was as if you were trapped inside a pit of eternal darkness, and this time, you weren’t sure if you would ever emerge from it whole.

Genre: Angst with a bit of fluff

Warnings: Mentions of death (suicide/homicide), language, graphic descriptions of abuse and injury.

Something wasn’t right. Something felt off. As meaningless as that saying was sometimes, Changbin knew that when things felt off, it wasn’t meaningless. He’s been stuck in this house for years - he knows when something’s not right.

Approaching a second story window that he was all too familiar with, Changbin watched a moving van park in front of his house with a scowl on his face. Two large men got out and opened the back, beginning to unload some furniture.

Another car pulled up and parked next to the moving van. Out stepped a young woman, a bright and optimistic smile on her face as she shut her car door and looked up at the house. Changbin was already heavily annoyed.

Who were you, and what were you doing at his house? Moving in? Please. Who the hell did you think you were?

Changbin kept to himself as you moved your belongings in and explored the house, brooding and occasionally messing with your things. He’d move a box, close a box you’d opened. You had managed to piss him off enough by bringing up remodeling that he smashed a plate you had left on the counter while you unpacked.

Changbin thrived off of the positive energy you radiated, draining it from you as he continued to mess around. Eventually, he decided that the moment had come where he needed to directly tell you to kindly get the hell out of his house.

You had felt dizzy, not knowing that there was a spirit on a separate plane of existence draining your energy and being the cause of your sudden sick feeling. Having been unpacking in the master bedroom, you leaned onto the dresser, gripping the wooden edge as you tried to get yourself together. Looking up into the mirror, you screamed as you laid eyes on a young man standing behind you.

Dressed in a school uniform, he looked menacing. His eyes bore into yours with a look that could kill, and his face held a kind of anger that you had never experienced before. His lip was turned up in a snarl as he stood motionless behind you before speaking in a deep, rough voice, “Get out of my house.”

You spun around, now face to face with the man. He never once faltered, never once flinched. As you stared at him, you noticed his skin was unnaturally pale, and he looked rather sickly. “Who-Who are you?” You spoke quickly, watching the man’s expression only grow angrier.

“The permanent owner of this house. Now pack your shit and leave,” He spat at you. You almost obeyed him when you began to recognize his face from the article the realtor had been obligated to inform you about.

“Wait, you’re Seo Changbin,” You spoke in slight disbelief, watching the man falter as you spoke his apparent name. “How are you here? You killed yourself years ago.”

You saw something flash in Changbin’s eyes, his face going sad before igniting in terrifying anger. “Lies,” He growled, approaching you and wrapping a hand around your throat as you were thrown against your bedroom wall. You gasped as your air intake was compromised, your eyes bearing into Changbin’s. “Stupid media. Stupid police that don’t know how to do their jobs correctly. They’re the reason I’m stuck here.”

“Please,” You rasped, trying to claw at Changbin’s hand around your throat, but you only scratched at your own skin. You felt the pressure on your windpipe, but couldn’t touch the hand that was applying the pressure.

Changbin held you there, watching your face turn red and veins become prominent in your forehead. Your eyes watered as your vision began to black out around the edges, your lungs screaming for oxygen. Changbin scoffed before letting you go harshly, disappearing as you collapsed to the floor in a coughing fit.

You panted heavily, looking around as you found yourself alone in your room. You knew you should have been terrified and should probably find another place to live, but Changbin’s words intrigued you. The media? He was stuck here? Was the death you had read about not what it seemed?

~

Night had fallen, but sleep had yet to come. Unconsciousness evaded you, and your mind was ablaze with questions and curiosity. Tossing and turning, never comfortable and certainly not tired, you groaned, sitting up straight in your bed. You turned on your lamp, getting out of bed and walking over to your dresser.

The mirror reflected your frustrated form as your eyes drifted down to your neck. A dark purple bruise stained your skin, adorned with scratches from your own fingernails. Gently, you brought your fingers up to brush against the marks. You flinched as pain shot through your nerves and you lowered your hand, gnawing on the inside of your cheek.

“You know, you being awake makes me restless,” A voice grumbled from behind you, and you looked at the reflection of your bed in the mirror to see Changbin sitting on the edge with his legs crossed. He stared at you lazily, arching an eyebrow when you didn’t respond. “Come on. Sleep so I can relax.”

“Didn’t know ghosts were capable of relaxing,” You muttered as you turned to face the spirit, watching him nod slightly.

“You got me there, dollface,” Changbin sighed, getting up from the bed and walking around the room. Your eyes never left him, watching him look around the floor, walls, and ceiling. “Seriously, though. It’s like two in the morning, and from what I remember about being alive, staying awake isn’t good for you.”

“What do you care?” You asked, going to sit down on your bed again, “You nearly killed me earlier.”

The energy in the room shifted as silence filled your ears. You watched Changbin seemingly sigh before turning to you, rubbing his ghostly face with the hand that had threatened your life only hours earlier.

“I know this is stupid and doesn’t make sense,” Changbin spoke, looking at you with dull eyes that were void of life, “but no one who’s ever moved in knew who I was. You’re not scared, you’re talking to me. You radiate energy that just fuels me, and hearing that lie about me committing suicide…I lost it for a second. I’m sorry, okay?”

This was insane. This made no sense. An actual ghost held your life in his nonexistent hands hours ago, and now you and him were conversing like he was alive, and he was apologizing for almost killing you. What? You should be freaking out. You should be screaming, crying, hurriedly packing your things as you stayed at a hotel until you could find another house or apartment to move into, one that wasn’t haunted.

There was something about Changbin though - while he radiated negative energy that made your heart race with fear when he was agitated, you felt almost comfortable when he was around and not upset. You had questions, and you figured why not test your boundaries? The most he’d do was hurt you again, but fear dripped into your veins at the thought of him not letting up.

“What do you mean, lie?” You spoke slowly, watching Changbin tense up as he held your gaze. “Did you not kill yourself?”

Slowly, Changbin’s form began to change. You held back a gasp as you watched the school uniform he was wearing begin to get torn and dirty with dirt and blood. Cuts appeared on his face, and he raised his chin, exposing his neck to you and showing an unnatural bump on the side of his neck, one that anyone knew shouldn’t have been there.

“I didn’t kill myself,” Changbin muttered, lowering his chin as he moved to lean against the wall. “I couldn’t believe that was how they closed the investigation. I was as happy as could be. My grades were good, I was gaining popularity as an underground Soundcloud artist. I could have made it big - does it make any sense for a person like me to just suddenly kill themselves?” He directed the question at you, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer.

When you shook your head ‘no’, he scoffed. That’s when it started to click for you. Stuck in the place of his death, a spirit who had no problem getting angry - he was vengeful. You furrowed your eyebrows as Changbin watched you, his hands stuck in the pockets of his dirty black uniform pants.

“You were murdered,” You spoke quietly, the moonlight pouring into the room from the window casting a light onto the spirit. Changbin motioned to the window he had watched you from when you first pulled up.

“Pushed out that very window. Sometimes I can still feel it; the wind being knocked out of me, the blood leaking out of my mouth, my neck breaking” He spoke solemnly. “It was an accident, but they were so young. They panicked and didn’t know what to do, so they made up the story about watching me jump from the window. No suicide note, no apparent reason. Now I’m stuck here because I was wronged. I can’t move on because my soul hasn’t been set free from this wretched house,” Changbin explained as he moved to the window, using energy he drew from you to open it, letting the cool wind enter the room, and making you shiver with goosebumps. “Every time I try to leave,” He spoke, climbing onto the windowsill and making you gasp and rush to the window when he allowed himself to fall forward, disappearing two stories below.

You peered out into the night, wind blowing through your hair as you looked for him. Nothing was on the ground outside the window, and you jumped as you heard his voice again behind you. “I end up right back here,” Changbin finished his statement with a stony expression, one that you could tell was hiding sadness and frustration.

“Well, what can I do? To help you move on?” You questioned, feeling sorry for the spirit. Trapped here for years, not being able to move on to the next dimension or whatever waited for us after death.

“Nothing. I’m stuck here until the end of time,” Changbin muttered. You were about to respond when he once again disappeared, making you sigh as you trudged over to your bed and fell face first onto it.

You thought for a second before turning over, speaking loudly into the quiet night as you got under the blankets. “Well, you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while. Gonna have to get used to me and my energy…or whatever. I’m gonna do what I can to right the wrongs that were done to you, Changbin, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Changbin listened to you from up in the attic, scoffing at the words. He jumped when he felt something inside him. That wasn’t possible - he’s noncorporeal, he isn’t capable of feeling anything that wasn’t anger. At least, that’s what he thought before now. Changbin recognized this feeling as hope, something he hadn’t felt since he was alive. There was something about you and your words that made Changbin hopeful that he would finally be able to escape this prison and move on, anger free. The thought made a small smile form on his face. “Okay,” He whispered, feeling himself relax as you finally fell asleep.

[ 33: do you think we're meant to be? ] + [ 43: i wrote you a song ]

the prompts

it was a summer afternoon when you almost had a heart attack.

you were at your new job, the second day to be exact, when a boy came through the door. but it wasn’t any boy, it was na jaemin. nct dream’s jaemin. a member of your literal favorite band. was standing in front of you.

you didn’t recognize him at first, bucket hat covering his hair and a part of his face hidden behind a face mask. but when got closer to you and told you his order, it just had to be him. there was no other way.

hesitation came when you had to write his name on the cup, the marker frozen in your hand. should you directly write his name? but doubt washed over you, fearing that he wasn’t actually jaemin and you would make a fool of yourself. so, to be sure:

“what’s your name?”

he stared at you expressionlessly for a couple of seconds. your heart pounding within your ribcage. he pulled down his mask a bit, and then it was obvious. it really was him.

“noah”

what the fuck?

lying on your bed that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about today’s event. you had genuinely met your favorite idol, who got coffee and a muffin at the shop you’ve only started working at, and you didn’t react. you couldn’t, when he lied about his name. noah, seriously?

you tried to not give it much thought, assuming it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t want to be recognized in the street. but sleep was hard when you couldn’t stop hearing the boy’s voice in your mind.

two days had passed and you weren’t that stirred about the issue anymore. you accepted it as the one funny anecdote you would tell your children.

until, the boy was standing in front of the register giving the same other from before. there wasn’t anything hiding his hair this time, and you noticed it was blonder than from the pictures released a few days ago.

when you asked his name, you were surprised about him not paying attention to your question.

“you are new here” he stated.

“um, yes” you nodded, bemused. “how do you know that?”

“i always come here and i haven’t seen you around” he shrugged, a monotonous tone conveyed through all his sentences. “and the name is noah”

seeing jaemin wasn’t something that out of your routine anymore. the next time it was later than the others. you were in charge of closing the shop and were about to turn the ‘opened’ sign when he bursted into the place. slightly bowing, he tried to calm himself down.

“please, don’t close yet” he was out of breath, and you figured he had ran here. “i need coffee”

you made your way back behind the counter, jaemin following slowly. his hair was sticking to his forehead, drenched in sweat the same way his sport clothes were. he had probably been practising.

“are you okay?” you dared to query as you served him the coffee.

“yeah, too much work. that’s all” he gave you the money and smiled at you, going towards the door.

“wait” it came out of your mouth before you could keep it inside, and now that jaemin had turned around you were sort of regreting it. but hey, this things didn’t happen to everyone. “do you want to sit? i could stay open for a few minutes”

he nodded and thanked you, sitting down on a chair. he also told you to join him, and after preparing yourself a strawberry yogurt smoothie, you did.

“do you want some?” you offered and he made a face.

“no thank you, i don’t like strawberry flavored things”

“oh that’s right” you smiled, remembering the characteristic from him and drank some of your beverage. of course, you almost spit it out when you realized what you had said.

he had either not noticed it, or definitely brushed it aside. because he kept talking with the same indiference and tranquillity.

“what’s your name?” it was funny that he was the one making that question now.

“y/n”

“what do you do, y/n? apart from working here” he positioned his face on the palm of his hand, observing you attentively.

“i’m an aspiring songwriter. hadn’t had any luck yet though” you giggled. “what about you?” it felt out of place asking that when you already knew the answer.

“me? i’m an intern at some company” okay, not really a lie. “and don’t lose hope, i’m sure you’ll do well”

of course he had to be somehow sweeter in person.

it was getting darker and though you didn’t want to interrupt this moment, you really needed to lock up and get back home. jaemin apologized and said he should get going as well. under the moonlight, he gave you the brightest smile and promised to find you tomorrow.

he always kept his promise after that. and it wasn’t long until you guys started dating, shy coffee chats turning into all types of dates, during which you confirmed jaemin was indeed the most considerate and kindest person.

what happens is that jaemin kept going by noah. he never told you what his actual job was, and you never came clean about knowing his true identity. not because of anything in particular, only that it had already been so much time you had no idea how to bring it up. and you were too lost in your romance story to give it the importance it deserved.

jaemin was currently resting his head on your legs, the tv being the only source of light in your living room. neither of you were very concentrated on what you were watching, jaemin playing with your fingers.

“you know” you started, smiling at the boy beneath you. “i wrote you a song”

jaemin’s mouth opened wide and he stood up straight, quickly pausing the movie.

“show it to me!! now!!!!” he shook your arms.

“i will, i will” you laughed. “but first, i’m gonna go to the bathroom. you can search it in my notes in the mean time. it’s called strawberry kisses” you cringed at the embarrassment saying it out loud caused you.

jaemin squealed in excitement, grabbing your phone from the table.

with a big smile, you came back to the living room.

“you have to promise me you won’t laugh, i was really emotional when i wrote it and i” you stopped at the sight of jaemin having a tight grip on the device, the previous joy not having left a single trace on his face. “baby?”

you walked towards him slowly, vision growing blurrier when he didn’t look at you, his chest going up and down.

“what is this?” he showed you your twitter account. you shut your eyes, you had left the app open. “what is this, y/n?” he repeated louder this time.

“i can explain” oh how you hated that phrase. but it was the only thing that seemed to come out, voice already starting to break.

“yeah? how can you explain that you knew who i was all along? not only that, but that you have a fan account of me and my band?”

tears streamed down your cheeks. it was probably the first time jaemin had spoken like this to you, that he had stared at you like that.

“baby”

“no! no baby” he mocked you. “you lied! you fucking lied”

“i’m sorry” you blubbered. “i didn’t know how to tell you”

“i felt safe with you. i felt like i could be myself, not na jaemin, the idol. but me. whoever that is” tears had formed in his too, and your sobs were loud in the room. “but it was all fake”

“it wasn’t” you tried approaching him, your hands despairingly trying to touch him. “i was really selfish, i was so caught up in how amazing everything felt i didn’t think about the consequences. about what you would feel. but it was all real, jaemin. i swear”

it was the first time you had said his real name out loud, and he wished it had been in another context. now it only managed to send a dagger through his chest.

“i’m so sorry” he stared at the ground and the silence killed you. it was when he fixed his eyes on yours for a second that your heart stopped, but it continued stinging when he walked off.

“no, please don’t leave. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry” you begged and cried and tried to block the door. but he didn’t reply. and he left. that easily. leaving you a sobbing mess against the wall.

you hated yourself for hurting jaemin. and as you continously mulled over the matter, you did even more. you couldn’t imagine how betrayed he must have felt. when you put yourself in the shoes of a famous person, you then saw how scared of being used they must be. honesty was all jaemin expected from you. and you hurt him.

the café felt lonely without his presence, but when he showed up again, it showed it was probably for the best. you did your best to hold back your tears as you wrote down his order.

“why did you write noah, huh? it’s not like you need to pretend anymore” he said harshly and exited the bar. you had to excuse yourself and run to the bathroom so you wouldn’t break down in the middle of your shift.

he didn’t reply to any of your texts or calls. and you would have gone to his place, even if it meant settling in his doorstep until he talked to you. but you didn’t know where he lived or where he practiced at. you thought that was the worst part of it all. knowing there wasn’t a single thing you could do to make it right.

you were walking down the street when you passed through the café. you didn’t work on tuesdays, and jaemin knew that. little did you know that was the only day he would go get coffee now. because he knew you wouldn’t be there.

but as soon as you saw the tall boy getting out of the door, you crossed the street speedily.

“wait, wait!” you yelled out and he stopped, looking at you with the same disappointed eyes from that night. “talk to me, please”

“i don’t want to talk”

“then” you gulped and handed him a sheet of paper. “here. that’s my song. i didn’t get to give it to you the other day, but i wanted you to know how i truly felt” the boy inspected the paper. “i’ll leave you alone now”

it was officially a month since you had screwed up your relationship with jaemin. it didn’t get better with time, as people said. and you still couldn’t have anything with strawberry because it reminded you of him.

you now hated being in charge of closing the pub. the lonesomeness felt bigger when it was empty and with no reason to brew more coffee. another downside was that you were alone with your thoughts, meaning you would end up dwelling on the empty spot jaemin had left behind.

you were rearranging the storage at the back when you heard the bell.

“i’m sorry, we’re closed” you shouted rushing in the main area.

but he was there. he was holding your song, and he was crying.

“jaemin?” you whispered from where you were standing, not sure if you should come nearer or not.

“i really liked your song” he sobbed and your heart shattered. “my favorite part was the one where you said ‘do you think we're meant to be?’ because i do” he moved to your direction and wrapped his arms around your waist. “i do think we’re meant to be”

you were crying with him. both of you hiding in each other’s shoulders, allowing yourselves to let out everything you were holding.

“i regret it so much. i could have done better” you weeped.

“you can now” he moved his face closer to yours and weeped off your tears.

“i never used you, i never viewed you as the jaemin” you babbled, desperate about explaining yourself. jaemin nodded and stroked your hair, giving a kiss to the top of your head.

12:30 NN

‘Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute’

‘Together we’d be Pretty Cute ;)’

You laughed dryly as you read the sticky notes that was pasted inside your locker room.

“Another corny pick-up line from lover boy?” your bestfriend Changbin snoop around. Grabbing the violet colored sticky notes and laughing hard reading it.

“Yeah, tragic pick-up line right?” your bestfriend laughed even harder.

That same moment he passed by, laughing as his arms wrapped around some girls, not only that but other girls are following him like as if he’s a prince or something. You and Changbin stared at him, your gaze following him until he passed by the two of you, completely ignoring you.

“The audacity” Changbin muttered. You crunch your nose because of his comment. “But he can’t even tell me that he likes me”

“Does he think that you still don’t know that he’s the one leaving sticky notes on your locker?” he said.

“He thinks he’s not being obvious when he’s the only one in our class who has sticky notes” you replied, putting the notes inside your notebook.

It was Lee Minho, the self-proclaimed school prince of your school who’s leaving the sticky notes composed of sweet messages and corny pick-up line inside your locker. At first you didn’t notice it and was fluttered to receive it but when Changbin caught Minho putting it inside your locker, you grew impatient of him and still waiting for the day he’ll confess to you in person.

But no one, can make that school prince confess to someone in person, that’s basically ruining his persona as a huge flirt.

Changbin snaps his finger all of the sudden. Just like you, he’s tired of seeing you waiting and just want you to have a cute lovelife. “I have a plan and it involves something cringey” he smiled making you nervous.

5:00 PM

Dismissal time and you’re still inside the classroom, waiting for your bestfriends’ go signal, a few minutes passed and another classmate of yours called you out, a smile formed on your lips.

It’s time to put some show.

You walked confidently towards the hallway where the lockers are placed, you stopped to see Minho by his locker and Changbin at your locker, you let out a sigh as you watch Changbin placed some sticky notes on your locker which made you ran towards him.

“It’s you!” you shouted, making Changbin face you. “You’re the one placing those notes inside my locker!” you accused but deep inside you wanted to laugh.

Changbin’s expression changed, as if he was flustered to be caught. “Wait y/n, it’s not what it looks like” in his peripheral vision, Changbin can see Minho’s gaze upon the two of them.

You scoff “Ah really? Do you know how I grew impatient waiting for you when you can just confess to me in person!?” voice loud enough for Minho to hear it.

Changbin became quiet for a moment, you two drew attention and some passerby’s stopped to watch it, some are clueless while others knew what you two are up to.

“Okay fine, i’m the one putting those sticky notes inside your locker! i’m sorry okay? i just don’t want to break our friendship” your bestfriend “confesses”, it was to realistic that many will believe that it was him all along.

“Changbin—“ “Excuse me” Minho interrupts. “Are you sure about that?” he asks in a serious tone.

“About what? leaving notes on y/n’s locker? of course, who else knows her passcode except her bestfriend” Your bestfriend cockily said, you took a step back, seeing a tension rise between the two guys.

Minho scoffs. “How sure are you about that?” he taunted. “Look man, can you just fuck off? you’re kinda ruining the moment between me and y/n” Changbin told off, the latter’s forehead creased even more. “Are you even sure you’re the one placing those sticky notes on her locker?” he asked once again.

Changbin laughs and pats Minho’s shoulder which the other slaps away. Your bestfriend smirks and pats it once again. “She caught me doing it, what’s your problem anyway?”

Minho grabs Changbin by his collar and pushes him at the locker, a few gasp was heard and you were frozen from where you are standing, never thought that this will escalated quickly.

“Listen to me you piece of shit, fess up now because we all know you wouldn’t do such a thing, just wanted to tell you that you’re not the one who’s putting those notes inside her locker it’s me!“ Minho shouts. The crowd started to murmur, you’re still standing there, Changbin eyes on you and you gave him a signal to stop it.

Changbin laughs, making the latter confuse. “W-what?” he stutters, his grip on the younger’s collar loosening. “I d-don’t understand” he mumbles.

“Here, let me enlighten you” Changbin removes Minho’s grip and pushes the latter to you. Startling you for a bit.

“Ugh...hi?” Minho shyly greeted, the crowd squeals.