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Oh Sehun had taken the pool boy job just for the summer, he needed cash and there wasn’t anything better available for now, even though he hated it with passion, specially when that annoying tourist wouldn’t let him do what he was best at... lazying out. You were there to make sure his shift was full of events.
You had to rub your eyes a few times. Maybe it was the chlorine that inevitably always went into your eyes due to your poor swimming skills, because the view that unfolded in front of you couldn’t be real. Yes, you were told that you’d meet a few hotties during your stay in Seoul, but this… this was not being hot, this simply had to be an optical illusion.
It was the end of shift of the previous pool boy and the one that took over was unrealistically handsome and hot. Where were you going to begin describing him in your head? Where to look? How was this a real male specimen living among all peasants on earth?
His shoulders wide like a door almost, he was tall and slender, his jaw sharp like an axe, his lips drawn to perfection and his eyebrows… those that were knitted as if pissed naturally and it was driving you insane as you stood in the middle of the swimming pool, nothing out of the water but your eyes and nose.
He was wearing flip-flops, a simple long legged black swimsuit that reached just below his knees and a white t-shirt with the hotel’s logo ‘Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa’ that you did care to read as if it was the first time you read the name of the hotel you were staying in.
He walked slowly at the edge of the pool, dragging his legs making a loud sound with his flip-flops. His annoyed facial expression was the hottest you’ve seen on a man in your life, still questioning if the Korean chlorine was playing eye illusion games on you, so there you were, walking inside the pool somewhat close to his side as he did he round in circling the whole pool appreciating him like a weirdo. Yes, a weirdo because it had to be him turning around and meeting your eyes that you realised as well as him that you were following him like a stalker.
You smiled awkwardly as he bowed his head slightly, walking away feeling embarrassed that he had caught you scanning him, but continued to watch him walk till he reached his designated lifeguard chair.
You swam doggy style - the only style you knew - till you reached being right in front of him. He didn’t even notice you as you tried to splash around you so he’d give you one more gaze to try and understand how he had such a hypnotising eyebrow game going on, but nothing and he kept looking at his phone. You guessed you had to do illegalities to make him look your way, so you got out of the pool and jumped like a toddler would because you had no idea how people were able to dive.
*Beep* you heard his whistle before ascending, his face more pissed and his eyebrows forming a line.
“No!” He made an X with his arms pointing at the big poster that indicated the things that were not allowed to do in the pool, and jumping was one of them.
“Oh! Sorry!” You smiled beautifully trying to make an impact on him using your freshly learned Korean, expecting that he’d be impressed and comment, but nothing other than going back to his phone is what happened. “I won’t do it again.” You added, this time he didn’t even lift his head.
This man was certainly not interested, and you had to know why. You weren’t looking your best, but still, you expected him to at least smile or say something. Even if he was gay or taken, he could at least unknit them eyebrows that were making you go mad.
You went out of the pool taking your belongings closer to where he sat. Wondering how a pool boy wasn’t looking at the pool, the job at hand. Even when he put his phone down, all he did was entwine his fingers at his belly throwing his head backwards exposing that glorious Adam’s apple that was the size of an actual apple. Just orgasmic to look at.
Suddenly his phone started ringing, it was a cutesy song unmatching his aura, but you decided to quickly Shazam it, uncaring of what it was to potentially use it as an icebreaker.
Shazam: ‘Ottoke Song’
Great! You got the song and decided to head towards him without thinking of anything to say, you just stood there looking up acting your cutest.
“Hi!” You waved.
“Yes?” He replied in English looking down at where you stood.
“Oh, but I speak a little bit of Korean. I wouldn’t mind practising it more, I guess I do nee-”
“Is everything alright?” He asked, accentuating his frown interrupting your unsolicited chit-chat.
“Oh nothing! I just found it funny that we have the same ringtone.” You played it smiling from ear to eat.
He scoffed looking to the side cringing. He understood that you were hitting on him just then.
“I hate that song. My niece must’ve put it for me.” He gave you a disappointed look.
“Oh.” You formed an O with your lips thinking that it was the perfect time to dig a hole and bury yourself to save the remaining of your pride, that is if you had any to begin with.
You bowed with your head leaving him and taking your belongings, almost running away from there. What you didn’t know however, is that he did find it cute, admittedly.
~~~
You tossed and turned in your bed all night thinking of the pool boy, even though you knew there was absolutely no way to even get a ‘hi’ or a smile from him. He didn’t like you at all and you had to accept that nothing will be shared between you two other than little small bows, that is if you lock eyes ever again.
You woke up late, the tour bus had already left without you and you already knew it, despite that, you ran through the lobby and outside the hotel watching the bus drive too far to be able to catch it.
“Damn it!” You cursed loudly, some guests heard.
“Is everything alright, ma’am?” The doorman approached you concerned.
“The bus left! What am I going to do the whole day?” You whined.
“If you allow me, our concierge can recommend other means for touring.” He tried to help, but your eyes diverted to the tall, slender, handsome, beautiful, out of this world pool boy that entered the lobby walking as if he owned the place.
You were almost drooling and unable to take your eyes off him. You left the doorman midspeech following this hypnotising man that had you in his web that weren’t able to escape. He walked to the elevator pressing the button waiting for it to arrive as he leaned on one leg. This time you decided to not speak and try to ignore him, maybe he’d remember you and greet you, but he hadn’t even looked at his side in curiosity of who was waiting for the elevator with him.
So frustrating…
When the elevator arrived, a big group of people got out and pushed you towards him, bumping your little mediocre shoulder on his arm, just then he looked at you, widening his eyes, recognising you.
“Oh, hi! Going to the pool?”
Your eyes lit up following him inside. “Yes!” You replied as if world peace has been achieved.
“Good!” He smiled pressing on the button to the pool.
“Ah, I need to get changed first, but I’ll be right there!” You advised making him scoff looking to his side again. He certainly was flattered, but you were just too obvious.
“Sehun.” He extended his hand for a handshake, “Oh Sehun.”
You looked at his hand as if he was offering you your last breath of oxygen. “___! Nice to meet you Sehun.” You took it shyly, surprising him that you were actually shy underneath all that confident act.
His hand was warm, big and so inviting. You didn’t want to give it back.
“See you later then.” He winked at you leaving you to assimilate that those dangerous eyes could also wink and that’s when you realised you were treating with a lethal force. You were almost left shaking. You jumped in happiness thinking that you were in an elevator and that wasn’t the best of ideas. You pressed on your floor’s button and ran to get changed.
You put on your swimsuit, put some unnecessary cream around your knees and elbows, put on some waterproof lipstick and you were ready for Oh Sehun!
When you arrived at the pool your eyes landed on him doing his first round of walks around the pool. At this hour it was always really quiet, which could be to your advantage but also not. You did need him with people, jumping in the pool saving lives…
Maybe your life?
You thought of an idea, after all, that was Sehun’s job, saving lives, and your life was in extreme danger at the moment. You faked bumping your head when you arrived at the edge of the pool, right in front of where Sehun sat, of course.
“Ouch!” You whined loud enough for him to hear. “It hurts.” You held your head turning around to meet him crouching right in front of you with a smog smile.
“Does it really?” He asked smirking, a look you knew you didn’t need, because, yes, you could faint right there and then and potentially die.
“A lot!” You rubbed your head.
“Then get out of the pool, and enough swimming for you today.” He simply suggested standing up.
“Wait!” You yelled for him to give you his attention again. “I don’t think I can get out of the pool by myself.”
“Is that so?” He scoffed. “Cute.” He whispered to himself reading his lips. Your invitation to keep trying harder. “So I guess you need me to jump in and save you from an imminent drowning?”
You pouted, nodding ‘yes’ with your head.
Just then Sehun laughed. He gathered his hand into a fist covering his mouth looking anywhere but you because you just made him cringe so badly but admittedly he was smitten.
“I’m not going to get wet for a fake bump. If you want me to swim with you just say it, even though I’m here for work and not pleasure.”
“CAN YOU SWIM WITH ME?” You jumped out of joy hearing Sehun inviting you to try again.
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m working.” He laughed some more going for one of his walking rounds leaving you there standing like an idiot.
You couldn’t believe Sehun just did that to you. He made you admit you definitely had a crush on him to just leave you?
It seemed like Sehun liked the attention but he wasn’t a giver of it that was for sure.
“Wait!” You jumped out of the pool running after him. “Then why did you tell me to tell you if you weren’t going to- ‘OUCH!’”
And down you went like the clumsy girl you were on the floor.
You had slipped while trying to catch Sehun’s step and hurt your knee for real this time. You were just thankful that you didn’t bang your head and lost a tooth, that wouldn’t have looked pretty.
“Watch where you’re walking!” Sehun rushed to your side crouching in front of you. “You’re bleeding!”
“I know! And you’re not making me feel any better! It’s your fault!” You cried feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when a few children gathered around you.
“It’s alright. Please.” Sehun scared the children with one of his menacing frowns. “Can you walk?” Sehun held your leg, stretching it to see if you had damaged anything other than the scratch on your knee.
“I will walk, yes.” You tried standing but you were surprised by Sehun lifting you as if you weighed but a peanut.
Your eyes widened and suddenly the pain in your knee was replaced by a feeling of arriving in heaven, because where else could you be lifted bridal style by this inhuman looking being inviting you to encircle his neck with your arm to make it easier for him to walk.
“We need to get your knee checked quickly, we don’t want it to scar?” Sehun spoke as he walked you through the corridor while you were being stared at every single guest and worker in the hotel.
“Your cheek scar it’s like the cherry on the top of your own beauty, I guess us peasants wouldn’t look good with one.”
“What?” Sehun scoffed, unable to stop cringing. His cheeks tinted a rosier tone as his ears went tomato red. “You’re shameless.” He admitted.
“And you’re the hottest man on earth, I know.”
This time Sehun laughed louder. He had to stop for a moment as he felt his hold on you was loosening, he had to push you upwards finally making eye contact with you. “You’re so cute with these abrupt statements.”
“Are you gay or taken?” You continued.
Sehun laughed louder this time. It was impossible to keep walking. Luckily he arrived at the hotel doctor’s room pushing it with his back entering and placing you on the examination table.
“What?” He asked, laughing louder holding himself with the help of the examination table. “What the fuck?”
You felt shy suddenly when he kept laughing. He straightened himself looking at the ceiling. His hands rested on his hips as his silky hair moved gloriously.
“I’m sorry, I didn-.”
You were interrupted when the doctor of the hotel entered. “What do we have here?”
Sehun explained the situation detailedly after he cleared his throat to sound professional. The doctor checked if your knee was harmed. He stretched your leg and thoroughly checked if you were in pain. The strangest thing about all this was Sehun’s serious face, very interested in making sure you were alright.
“It’s just a scratch, but I wouldn't go to the pool for the next few days if I were you, so if you’re staying longer, I’d suggest a nice massage in the spa.” The doctor aired cleaning the dried blood. He put a bandage on while Sehun’s frown grew all over again. He had his arms crossed over his chest in an intimidating manner.
“Thank you, doctor.” You bowed trying to jump off the examination bed surprised by Sehun who helped you down.
“Can you walk?” Sehun asked, worried.
You nodded heading out. “I guess we won’t see each other anymore now that I can’t swim.”
“You called that swimming?” Sehun mocked.
“Hey!” You complained. “You should’ve taught me instead of making fun of me, but I guess too late now, I can’t swim so I’ll take the doctor’s advice and go to the spa.” You motioned with your head when you found the entrance.
“Don’t go to the spa!” Sehun exclaimed, making you stop walking. “Just don’t go.” He fumed. “Please.” It came in a whisper.
“Eh… why? Did you say please?” You asked, puzzled.
“You can still sunbathe in the pool.” Sehun offered, sounding as if he wanted you with him.
“Alright? But why not go to the spa later on?” You questioned.
“Oh Sehun!” A very handsome man greeted, coming out of the spa. “Are you showing the guest the way?” He smiled thinking that ‘wow’ this hotel is really full of god-like men.
“Hi Jongin-ah. No we-”
“Hi!” You waved at Jongin, shocking him with your Korean greeting. “I’d love to come to the spa. Can I have a brochure with the treatments, please?” You walked to his side.
“Oh wow, she’s talking in Korean.” Jongin pointed looking from you to Sehun who seemed to be enraged. “Sure, allow me to get you one.” He entered again.
“DON’T GET A MASSAGE!” Sehun reiterated firmly this time.
“And why not? Your friend seems very… professional.” You thought it was your time to tease when you thought that maybe Sehun didn’t want you near Jongin.
You didn’t expect Sehun to lower himself placing a hand behind your knee and the other on your back lifting you out of that place.
“SEHUN-AH!” Yelled Jongin.
“FUCK OFF, KIM JONGIN!” Sehun yelled in response, surprising you, uncaring if any staff or other guests were near.
You watched him in awe walking you and heading to the main lobby. He lowered himself at the elevator’s door for you to press on the button.
“Where are we going?” You asked with a little voice.
“To your room of course! Where else?” Sehun responded annoyed.
“I can still walk.” You said with a little voice.
Sehun thought that maybe he was overdoing it, but he wasn’t used to these types of feelings. He put you down following you when you arrived on your floor. He took his phone out hearing him whisper to someone to take over in the pool as he might be late. You couldn’t believe that you actually got all this from Sehun in such a little time.
“Thank you Sehun.” You stood at your door scanning the keycard opening the door. Sehun remained silent as he stood burning holes on you with his eyes. “Do you want to… come in?” You took a step back watching him get inside, still very confused, that Sehun was the type to be jealous in such a short period of time. “Are you here to tell me why I can’t go to the spa?” You decided to break the ice in a cheeky way.
“Don’t fucking go to the spa and don’t talk to Jongin altogether.” Sehun simply demanded standing close to you.
“Aha.” You smiled. “And why is that? Am I not allowed to get a massage? I’m quite stiff in here.” You moaned feeling your shoulder.
“Not Jongin.” Sehun stated, his breath hitting your forehead with the proximity.
“He seems quite professional, or is there anyone else who could give me a massage, Oh Sehun?” You sat on the edge of your bed.
“I’m better than him.”
“You? You wouldn’t even get wet when you had the chance. You’re a lazy ass, Sehun. I think Jongin will be ama-”
Sehun placed his hand over your lips. “Don’t say his name again.” He sat next to you. “Where’s that you’re stiff?” He moved his hand from your mouth to your shoulder. “Here?”
“You like me, Sehun?” You gulped when you thought you had it under control.
Sehun didn’t respond and just moved the strap of your swimsuit to the side allowing it to fall as his eyes followed the small strip of fabric. “You’re annoying and can’t swim for shit.” He continued feeling your shoulder as his other hand was pressed on the mattress
You couldn’t contain yourself and just raised yourself enough to plant your lips over his. It was such an impulse that when you felt he didn’t respond to the kiss, you detached yourself slowly looking anywhere but his face. You could hear him laugh and blush when you dared look up. This man could be the cutest looking but also the most menacing of men all at once.
“What?” You pouted.
Sehun responded by pulling his t-shirt from the back of his neck. An action that seemed regular, but the way this god looking man did it, made your legs wobble, gasping when his torso was finally bare to you and only you. Sehun smiled, liking your reaction to seeing his body, throwing his head backwards, holding himself with his palms pressed against the mattress so you could see all of him properly.
“Care to kiss me again?” He suggested moving his head for you to understand that he wanted you to sit on his lap.
You never obeyed anyone that fast in your life, and like this, you were now straddling him while you kissed him. Sehun doing nothing but being kissed and enjoying his very own treatment.
“Are you real?” You asked when you broke the kiss for air, looking down and feeling his chest. “How are your shoulders so broad?” You looked at him running your fingers through his caramel silky hair in awe. “You’re so beautiful, Oh Sehun.”
“I know.” He smirked. “I get that a lot.”
“Just because it’s you. You do deserve getting praised and admired.” You admitted in a whisper.
“I like that. Show me then.” Sehun crocked an eyebrow while removing the other strap of your swimsuit, freeing your breast that he took in hand immediately. “I can give amazing massages as you can see.” He teased before taking one of your nipples between his teeth.
You lifted yourself slightly to give him more access while your hand fished underneath you to feel that tent that had appeared in his pants. “Should we relieve the stress here, Oh Sehun?”
He nodded lying down waiting to get treated. You pulled his sweatpants down as well as his boxer-briefs freeing his length. You gulped looking from it to Sehun who watched your reaction extremely satisfied.
“What’s wrong?”
“I.. I can’t fit that in my mouth.” You pointed. “How is it so…” You made an exaggerated face flattering the already too flattered Oh Sehun.
“Yeah.” He propped himself up on an elbow holding it in hand. “I get that a lot too.”
“Hey!” You pinched his leg.
“I won’t be harsh, I promise.” He brought your head close, urging you to open your mouth.
You obliged hearing him squirm and curse as he lay flat on the mattress. You pulled his sweats and shoes out of the way as you removed your swimsuit all while he was dying with the little licks you gave him.
“Wait a minute.” You complained, surprising him when you stopped abruptly. “Wasn’t I supposed to receive a massage? Why am I giving you a blowjob instead?”
Sehun pulled you to sit on him as he felt ready. “Isn’t riding me a better plan?” He suggested.
You were totally hypnotised, and yes, while he was supposed to be convincing you to avoid Jongin at all costs, you were not doing that… riding him and doing all the work as he growled with his eyes closed. You leaned over rolling your hips once you were filled by Sehun’s monster, forcing him to open his eyes.
“I’m still going for that massage.”
Sehun circled your hips with his arm bringing you closer sitting up, all while still inside you. “Oh no you’re not. I don’t want you to, because I don’t share.”
You had to cup his sharp jaw tilting your head to take his incredibly juicy looking lips. This time Sehun kissed back.
“Then give me a massage.” You pouted cutely.
“Keep rolling your hips.” He slapped your thigh softly. “And I’ll see how I feel about it later.” He sinfully added, making you melt away.
~~~
“Sehun.” You whispered over his forehead after kissing it. “Oh Sehun.” You tried again as it looked like he was falling asleep in your arms.
“Yah! Let me!” He pushed himself further into the cuddle while on the bed.
“Don’t you have work?” You ran your fingers through his hair kissing his forehead again trying to set yourself free from his octopus behaviour. He had you caged under his long leg and arm that rested on your belly as he grabbed onto your breast. “Sehunnie, I think you need to go to work.”
“Fuck work, I want to stay like this a little longer.”
“Oh Sehun.” You pushed yourself to look him in the eye. “Do you know who I am?”
Sehun frowned looking up and your serious demeanour all of a sudden. “Last time I checked you were ___ the tourist that eye-fucked me the minute she laid eyes on me. Why? Anything changed?” He rested his head back at your shoulder taking your nipple with his lips.
“Sehun. We need to talk.” You pushed him off sitting down.
“Is this becuase I didn’t fucking give you a massage?” He whined in response.
“Oh Sehun, my name is ___ and I was hired by Kim Junmyeon-ssi as the recreation supervisor. As much as I like you, I cannot overlook what just happened between us.”
“The fuck?” Sehun sat up. “I was lured by you!”
You leaned over, titling your head pecking his lips. “Go back to work you lazy bastard.”
~~~
Sehun was really pissed. He knew he was already in big trouble wondering when he was going to get fired. He was anxious and nervous, working more diligently at the pool area. He walked around the pool with the net cleaning the non existent dirt. He did walking rounds around the pool every half an hour. He smiled at the guests including the dozens of girls who were clearly flirting with him just like you did, wondering why he caved in with you? Like he said, he did get complimented a lot, but never once he budged or cared. Then why did he do what he did? Was it the idea of Jongin massaging you that drove him crazy? Or was it because he really did like you and didn’t want to lose you? Could it be that you meant so much to him in such a little time? Sehun wasn’t that type of guy…
“Good morning stranger?” You startled him, almost dropping the net in the pool. “I see you’ve been working very well today.”
“I need the money, ok? I need the job, so if you’re going to report me to Junmyeon-ssi, then you might as we-”
“I’m not going to.” You sat at the edge of the pool throwing yourself inside. “But I did ask him about you.”
Sehun exhaled. “You shouldn’t wet your scratch from yesterday.”
“Ah no? Then what am I supposed to do? Suddenly I lost my ability to walk.”
Sehun looked right and left before pulling his t-shirt out of the way. He dove inside the pool ascending, moving his head to the side to have his hair moved out of his face. A scene worthy of a movie. He swam towards you like an athlete showing off his skills, killing you more if possible.
“Ma’am, please exit the swimming pool.”
“Are you allowed to dive in, hm?”
“As a member of the pool staff and in emergencies, yes, it’s a procedure we’re allowed to do.” He held you by your waist. “Now please hold onto my neck.” Sehun lowered his head making it impossible not to encircle your arms around his neck and plant your lips onto his.
“___!” He stood up at his full length making you slide down while holding your hips. “What are you doing? Are you really trying to get me fired?”
“I heard that you’re a hard to get kind of guy. I heard that you’re from a well off family but your father has cut off everything until you agree to go on blind dates.”
Sehun petrified, widening his eyes, feeling too exposed, a feeling he didn’t like. “So after you’ve worked as a detective, what’s your point? Are you getting out of this damn pool, or what?”
“Can I meet your father instead?” You blurted.
“What?”
“Can I be the girl? Can we go out, Oh Sehun and potentially be the one your father will agree on? I want to date you, Mr. Oh.”
Sehun looked away for a moment feeling extremely shy. He was trying hard to look cool and desisterested looking everywhere but you.
“Are you for real? You’d want a husband like me? I mean, I don’t clean, cook, or do anything other than ask for constant attention. You’d be Mrs. Oh who will do everything around the house and for me too.” He tried to sound serious. “And I don’t do massages and you’re not allowed to have massages either.” He lowered himself bringing you to his lap. “Are you ready for all this?”
“I’m willing to have you as my bratty boy, yes.”
“You know what you’re getting yourself into, ___?” He walked you till you reached the little waterfall going underneath it, pulling the ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign. You were now in a secluded pool area all by yourselves caged between the wall and his godly torso.
You jumped, encircling your legs around his waist, capturing his lips. “I do, Oh Sehun.”
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A/N: Thanks for reading and enjoying this Hotel!AU Collab. Make sure you stay tuned for the rest of the stories and comment and engage with the other writers @xiubaek-13 @leewalberg @taem-min @dreamylittlesugarcube @jxstadaydreamer @yourkeeperoftherunners and @ninibears-erigom
A song is sung to a time when the very breath of the wind carried a spirit. A song sang Back to a time when the harvest’s bounty was a celebration unto a name, where powerful beings unseen by human eyes heard every pain and sound of jubilation.
Long ago, in the faraway land of ancient Greece, there was a golden age of powerful Gods and Goddesses and their extraordinary tales. High atop Mount Olympus, shrouded in clouds lay the palatial grounds of the Olympian Gods and Goddesses. While deep below beyond the river Styx lay the realm of Hades, the home of the Gods of the Underworld, guarded by Cerberus and final resting place of souls.
These tales are now captured in pages, books, and scraps of ancient text. But what if there was a chance? What if the subtle energy floating in the air meant something more?
What if there could be - Gods Among Us?
Here in this collab we will focus on the major and minor deities of Greek Mythology. Will you hear a voice that flings you back to an unknown era? Or will you wish so fervently to be heard that you stir something that’s long been sleep?
Gods Among Us Event Schedule:
Applications open: 06.08.2021
Applications close: 08.01.2021
Synopsis drop: 08.15.2021
Posting begins: Anytime after sign up
Posting ends: 09.30.2021
Masterlist drops: 10.01.2021
Requirements:
Anyone can join! All ages are welcomed, as long as you're a writer or content creator. (AO3 content creators are also welcome to join!)
This is a multi fandom collab.
You may only choose one idol for this collab (this is may change once the sign ups close)
All content should include one KPOP girl/boy group member in some way and some form of Greek God/Deity.
2k is the minimum word count, with no limit on how much you write or how many fics.
Oneshots, two shots, and series are permitted as long as everything is completed by the event deadline.
Pairings accepted: mxr, mxoc, mxm, or platonic
If you are under the age of 18, smut is prohibited. No exceptions!
Must be willing to join discord server!
The list of gods/deitys are here
These are the following groups you can write for in the collab (there will be three slots for each member per group, excluding any members the admins choose to write for):
When it comes to posting your work, please make sure the format below is before the ‘read more’ cut:
o pairing(s): (mxm, mxr, mxoc, no pairings, etc.)
o genre(s): (AUs, fluff, angst, smut etc.)
o disclaimers/warnings: (disclaimers/warnings:none /or NSFW content)
o word count
Trigger & Smut Warnings and Disclaimers need to be clearly stated before the ‘read more’ cut! We will not be accepting noncon or dubcon, no matter the warnings stated!
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Welcome to the 7th collab hosted by the wonderful me, @taemin-jaemin. The theme of this collab is SMCU, i.e., the SM Cinematic Universe.
.Rules
- The theme of this collab is SMCU. That is, you are required to pick a member from SM Entertainment, pick a MV, and base your story on the storyline of the MV. You an also use some of the bigger theories around which the SMCU is based on.
- There is no limit to the number of idols who can be in this collab, as long as they are an idol of SM.
- A writer can write maximum for 3 members. Each member can have a maximum of 2 writers. No song can be repeated though. There are millions of song by SM so no repetitions please.
- For EXO you can choose any of the 12 members.
- Please stick to the story line of the MV you choose. Theories can be added to the story.
- If you are including the characters from other bands, make sure they fit the theory.
- Please select a song of the member you are writing for.
- Discord isn’t mandatory but I would highly recommend it. I will be uploading all the theory and storyline related content in Disocrd.
- A lot of writers might not know the extreme details of all the SMCU theories, except for some famous ones like the Red Force or KWANGYA. So if you want more information, please don’t hestitate to ask me. I’ll help you as much as I can. I’ll try to upload as muh information as I can in Discord.
- Only 18+ writers can write smut. If you are 16+, you can write suggestive content.
- No smut for Chen, Jonghyun, Sungchan, Chenle, Jisung or any of the Aespa members.
- If you want to write stories based on the SMCU theories, it is highly recommended that you take members from Aespa, Red Velvet, NCT, EXO or Taemin.
- Choosing a song is mandatory even if you are basing it off some theories.
- All fics must be member x reader or member x oc. For the ease of writing, the reader doesn’t need to be gender neutral. Just mention it in the pairing. The reader has to be inclusive though.
- Works that include the following themes are not allowed between the main pairing: abuse, rape, dub-con, non-con, pedophilia, incest, explicit gore, romanticisation of mental issues, and triggering topics.
- No plagiarism!
- Any genre is allowed.
- The minimum word count is 1k. There is no maximum.
- The entry deadline is June 2022 and the dropout deadline is July 2022.
- The deadline is December 2022 but you are welcome to upload the fic any time before.
- Any change in url, please dm me.
- If you would like to join the collab, please dm me along with the name of the member you want to write for and the mv.
- Please reblog this post once you’ve been selected.
.Slots
Taemin - @taemin-jaemin (me) | Press your number || @myeoning-call | Tell Me What To Do
Chen - @taemin-jaemin (me) | Obsession
Ten - @taemin-jaemin (me) | Super One || @sakuracheol | Paint Me Naked
You and Tao are in the middle of an argument when an unexpected guest arrives. Will you both survive the uninvited pest? Is this the end of your relationship? And will Tao ever get his ice cream?
Warnings -
Suggestive / implied sexual content, swearing, violence, death and violence (non-major character)
A/N -
This fanfic is inspired by a similar scene in Shaun Of The Dead.
It is apart of the EXO collab The Undead run by @biaswreckingfics. Please check out the Masterlist and the other writers of this collab!
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There they sit all in a row, polished and protected from the elements inside their glass encasings. A collector's dream. Perfect for daddy. Never aging. Never changing. Their creepy eyes unwavering.
Tao’s beloved BearBrick Babies will live forever if cared for correctly unlike your delicate flowers which last less than a season. Their frailty is the draw for you. Unlike these obnoxious toys that he can’t seem to get enough of them, flowers are alive.
Turning to look back outside the window, rage brews as you stare out the window, the obnoxious teal muscle car blocking the view of the garden you spent weeks planting. Is it too much to ask for this one small thing? It took painstaking effort to arrange the perfect garden. You had even done it with inferior tools. After planting your beautiful flowers, you had thrown the disastrous gardening supplies out in last week's trash. The new ones will be arriving any day now. Tools that are sure to make you feel as pretty as the flowers you plant.
The sun room is a place where you’re meant to be able to escape and you can’t even have that. The anger crescendos into a squeal of frustration as you realise the angle of the car suggests the flowers you placed into the ground just yesterday have been run over and are currently shredded under the flashy tires of the eyesore Tao decided to buy on a whim. He might as well smash all your fine china as well, just destroy everything you love.
The floorboards squeak above as the plant killer himself makes his way from the bedroom down the stairs. Each step creaks from wear and tear, a reminder of another thing that needs to be fixed. Of course, instead of coughing up the money for house maintenance, Tao decided to buy a ferrari.
“Why are you carrying on so early? I was trying to sleep.”
If this were a cartoon, there would be flames rising from your exaggerated, beetroot-stained face as you turn to address the oblivious man. He didn’t even bother to get dressed, adorned in his Dragon Ball Z socks and the boxer briefs he found online with his face (his own face!) on them, a toothy grin spreading across his manhood. And of course he had to ask you to suck him off that one time while he was wearing them. You'll never forget that horrific moment no matter how deep you hide it in the back of your mind. Just one of the many ridiculous experiences Tao decided he couldn’t live without trying.
Looking at him, you're surprised by the tousled hair and dark rings. He had gone to bed early last night after throwing a fit about you eating the last Cornetto. Carmel. It was delicious and you’re glad you ate it.
“The flowers.” The words are soft as you hold back your fury, you don’t want to start another fight. Not on the first work-free day you’ve had together in over three months.
“What flowers? I don’t see any flowers.”
“You don’t see the flowers because your nasty vehicle destroyed them,” you say, your fists tight balls. “I thought we agreed to park in the garage, which is why we bought the damn thing.”
The clench of his jaw signals the beginning of an argument. He’s stubborn and even though he knows what he’s done is wrong, you’re willing to bet he’s about to push back, probably bring up something he feels you’ve done to justify his mistake.
“It’s a bit hard to fit in the garage when you practically double park. You shouldn’t be allowed out on the road with the way you drive.”
Bingo. He knows how much you hate to drive. It’s something you avoid whenever possible. The idea that other people's lives are in your hands every time you get behind the vehicle is enough to keep you from enjoying it. Walking is just easier. If it’s somewhere close, like say your mother's house, it’s easier to just walk.
“Well at least I didn’t buy some ridiculously overpriced pussy magnet.”
“Pussy magnet?”
“Pussy magnet!”
“How is that-”
“We all know the only reason you bought it is so you can soak in all the heart-eyed girls from work. And your incel friends that think of you as their God,” you say, your voice pitching up as he tries to interrupt. “Pride is a sin, baby. It’s such a male ego move and you must know that as they praise you, they’re all thinking about what it is you're overcompensating for.” As you finish you hold up your pinky and wiggle it around.
“Fuck off. I don’t have a small dick.”
“I know that but they don’t,” you say with a shrug. You're sick of his constant need for validation.
“God, you’re a vindictive harpy. Why are you such a bitch in the morning?”
“Why do you care so much? Because you know I’m right.”
“You sound like your mother.”
“Fuck you.”
“Two harpies living in the same city is bad enough as it is and then she just had to go and move in just two blocks from us. She just had to, didn't she? Like a leech she follows you wherever you go and it’s me who’s always stuck dealing with her.”
“Like you can talk! You think your mother is a saint?”
“Don’t bring up my mother!”
“Then don’t bring up mine!”
“I can’t keep living like this. Every day I want to wrap my hands around your pretty little neck and snap it like a twig,” he says, venom dripping from his lips as his eyes bore into yours.
“Go ahead then. Snap my pretty little neck,” you say, jutting out your chin in an act of defiance. He would never touch you, not like that. Tao may be a lot of things but he has never hurt you and you know he never will.
“I’m going for a drive,” he says, turning towards the door but stopping in front of the window.
“Just go then.” What is he waiting for?
“There’s a girl in the garden.”
“Oh? Go on, then. If you think you can do better. Run off with your new girl.”
“No, there’s really a girl out there. Look.”
At first you think he’s talking about his car until you see her too. Her strawberry blonde curls fall across her slack, ashen face as she wobbles back and forth behind the teal car. “What the fuck? Is she drunk?”
Tao taps his knuckles against the window, swearing under his breath when she ignores him before using sweeping gestures with his arms to get her attention. It works. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her head lolls to the side. She starts to shuffle forward, her white slippers with Sheraton written across the side kicking up dirt as she walks towards the window. She must have walked over from the hotel - it’s only a five minute walk from here. She must have gotten turned around in her intoxicated stupor.
As she gets closer you can see her dirt-crusted elbows and knees and a strange red smudge across her nose and her left cheek. Even with the blemish she is practically perfect. No makeup but under the white robe is a black lace lingerie one piece that pushes her up in all the right places, making her look like a Barbie doll. Frowning, you tug at your shirt, pushing your breasts up and wiggling them back and forth. They don’t compare to her and you look over at Tao with a glare. Of course he’s looking at her. Pig.
“She’s pissed!” Tao laughs before shaking his head, walking in the direction of the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll go and chase her out.”
“I’m not worried but Tao...”
“What now? I thought I was doing you a favour here.”
“You’re in your underwear.”
“Yeah? Well maybe our new friend shouldn’t have gotten shitfaced last night,” he says with a stubborn flick of the brow before opening the front door and walking out of view. You dig into your purse hanging off a hook in the hallway, apply some lipstick then follow.
“Excuse me but I need you to get off my property.”
“Our property.”
“For fucks sake,” Tao says, looking over his shoulder at you from the walkway connecting your door to the driveway before glancing back at the girl standing by the window. She turns back towards him with staggered steps, one of her Sheraton slippers lost in the grass, forgotten behind her as she makes her way over to Tao. “We’re just trying to have a quiet morning and I can’t do that with some rando in the garden.”
“Technically it’s just the lawn.”
“I swear to God, woman.”
“Well it is. The garden is the area your ridiculous little car is currently parked in,” you say with a shrug as the drunk girl gets closer, her eyes locked in on Tao as he turns around to you.
“Is this really the time? Why are you always on my dick? I am-” Right as he steps towards you, the drunk swipes at the air behind him, a soft gurgling sound erupting from her small frame. “Holy shit, lady.”
“She’s smashed!” you laugh, starting to walk down the path to the pair, adjusting your hair as you walk.
“Looks like you had a great night,” Tao says with a chuckle, shaking his head. “Whoa, whoa hands to yourself there.”
“Oh, another one of your fangirls?”
He’s gorgeous. People flock to his sexy aura but this is getting ridiculous. You have to be worried about these desperate freaks coming to your home now? This one is half naked and practically throwing herself at him, her hands grabbing at his naked skin.
“Very funny,” he says while trying to push the lush off, her hands caressing him as she starts to bite the air right by his face. He stumbles and they both fall to the ground.
“Oh wow, looks like she’s got the hots for you.” This wanton slut. “I mean, don’t let me stop you, just pretend I’m not here, I guess.”
“She is attacking me,” Tao says, his voice starting to lose its lighthearted edge as his muscles tense to keep her in place.
“And with our relationship already on the rocks.” You bend down to take a selfie with the pair on your phone. “Proof for the lawyers.”
“She’s bloody strong! Help me get her off,” Tao sputters, avoiding her gnashing teeth.
“I can’t help but think this is exactly what you deserve,” you say but after seeing his wide eyes and pressed lips, you grab her arm, pulling her back. Tao rolls out from under her and you let her fall face first to the ground. No guilt; she shouldn’t have gotten blackout drunk, she shouldn’t be on your property and she shouldn’t be touching your Tao.
She moans in pain on the ground, trying to get back up. Well, maybe a little guilt. She does have such a pretty face.
“Ma’am, we need you to leave now. You’ve had your fun. Now this is getting old,” you say as she gets back up to her feet, no more Sheraton slippers. “Just go home and sleep it off.”
There are grass stains on her white shirt. Her feet are bare as she hoists each leg one after the other in peculiar, jagged movements, each grueling step bringing her staggering towards you.
Stepping back, you look over to Tao who shrugs. “Just call the police.”
You pull out your phone and start to dial as he looks around the yard for supplies. He jogs over to the side of the house. The girl turns to watch him, her whole body jerking in his direction before turning back to you. The sounds of Tao ransacking the shed drift to the background as the polite message from the emergency line tells you ‘all lines are currently busy’. Too bad if this was a real emergency. What is this city coming to?
“Shit,” you say, the phone slipping from your fingers and crashing to the cold concrete below. Shattered. Fuck.
When you stand up, smashed phone in hand, the drunk girl is disturbingly close. Her stale breath is warm against your face and her dirty hands push roughly against your shoulders. Her teeth are tinged pink inside her wide mouth and smelling of rancid meat. You can’t help yourself - you scream out for Tao.
Her fingertips cling for a moment before being ripped from your shoulders. The girl flings back a few feet where she then stumbles and falls. Tao is holding a large rake in front of him, both hands holding the wooden handle, the metal tines edging threateningly towards her. As she starts to get back up, you wonder why she’s doing this, why she won’t just leave.
“Get back woman, I mean it.” Tao jabs the rake a few times towards her but it doesn’t deter her.
“I doubt a rake is going to scare her.”
“It’s the only thing in the damn shed worth anything. There is so much junk in there, do you ever clean it out?”
“I guess I’ll add it to my list of things to do,” you say as you both back up a little towards the wall as she approaches painstakingly slow. “I ordered new tools. I was going to try and tidy it up then.”
“I’m warning you,” he says to the drunk, pushing against her roughly with the rake, his back now up against the red brick of the house. “Did you call the police?”
“They didn’t answer.”
“They didn’t answer?”
“That’s what I said. They were busy.”
“Well, try them again.”
“I can’t.” He glances over at you from the corner of his eyes, exasperated as he continues to hold the girl back. “I dropped my phone. It’s broken.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Tao almost growls, his fingers digging deeper into the handle. Pushing back the woman while spitting out profanities, he digs the prongs of the rake into her ribs. She doesn't stop, instead turning towards you, her hands outstretched. Before she is able to get close, Tao jams the rake into her chest, the tines drawing blood as they gouge deep into her skin. “Get lost!”
“Holy shit, Tao!” She falls on her back flush against the manicured lawn, the erect rake sprouting out of her flesh. “You killed her!”
Tao steps back, his face blank, then turns to you. His eyes flicker across your face and body, his hands joining in their search. “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?”
“No. What do we do?” Your whispered breath is shaky. “We can go buy a shovel and bury her under the garden. This isn’t so bad. In fact she’ll make great fertilizer.”
“What the fuck? It was self defense,” he says, an incredulous look on his face. “I appreciate the ride or die mentality but-”
He stops mid sentence as you gasp, your eyes widening as Sheraton Barbie rises, arms out stiff in alignment with the wooden handle still protruding from her chest.
“There’s no way.”
The wood sticking out of her body flails senseless and free, back and forth as she sways, each staggering step creeping closer. Tao looks over and you both burst out laughing, the image of the rake thrashing about while still embedded within this undead woman is too much to bear. You continue to laugh until she’s too close to ignore, stepping back a few spaces before you both run to the front door. Leaning against the door, you look over at each other and laugh again.
“Let’s call the police,” Tao says, grabbing his phone from the living room table. Pushing a few buttons, he presses it to his ear. After a moment of silence he says, “It’s busy.”
“I told you.”
“Yes, but it’s still busy,” he says, handing you the phone. “Hold that and let me know when they answer.”
“Where are you going?”
“We need to find weapons. Something to use against that- that thing.”
“She’s dead. You killed Sheraton Barbie.”
He looks at you with one eyebrow raised before he nods. “I’m well aware of that.”
“I mean, I think she might be a zombie.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” A loud thump on the door makes you both jump and when you turn to look, the Sheraton Barbie is outside. Her grubby hands press against your window and the wooden rake sticks out lengthwise against the glass as she chews the air looking right at you. Every time she moves the rake moves with her, thudding hard against the window.
“She’s going to break it,” you say, looking up at him. “What do we have down here that we can use? What about your Bearbrick Babies?”
“Don’t even joke.”
“They’re right there. It’s in the name. They are freaking bricks, Tao,” you say, pointing towards the case holding his collection, the pristine gleam of the clear glass calling out to be opened. The banging of wood on glass from outside punctures the silence every three to four seconds. “We don’t have many options.”
“I would rather that trashy, drunk undead ‘Barbie’ break in here and rip out my intestines while I’m still alive. We are not hurting the Bearbrick’s. We have other options.”
The banging increases. It’s every one to two seconds now. The audible sound of glass cracking ringing out throughout the room. “Well you better find something else quick or we won’t have a goddamn window.”
“Fuck.” Tao squeezes his head, the force of his hands against his skull turning his knuckles white.
“Ah!” You dive to the bottom of the display case's shelf, the one covered in a light blue marble. You slide open the door and pull out two large metal boxes and slide them across the floor. “What about this?”
“The Rolexs?” He frowns, hesitant. Another crack echoes off the walls as the zombie outside tries to get in.
“Well I don’t think throwing the table or lounge chair is gonna do it.”
“Why do I have to throw my precious collections? What about your china?”
“The fine china? My fine china? Why would I-”
Another crack, this time right before the window smashes inward. Sheraton Barbie on the other side is already starting to climb in. Behind her you see another zombie at the edge of the lawn, close to the road but making his way toward the house. The sound of this stupid, dead bitch breaking your window must have gotten his attention.
The fuck nut zombie inside knocks over your kaleidoscope-coloured crystal vases and your fine china tea sets with that stupid, stupid wooden stick and you scream out in frustration. First your garden and now your fine china. Is nothing sacred? Your vision starts to blur on the fringes of your eyesight as a wet rage builds.
“Just do something!”
“I don’t think freaking out about your little tea set is going to help the current situation,” he says, lunging over the sofa and jamming his palm onto the wooden stick to hold back the zombie.
“I am calm,” you growl, giving each word emphasis before grabbing one of his silly little watches and throwing it towards Sheraton Barbie. It hits her straight in between the eyes then bounces, ricocheting off the handle and slingshotting back up against her chest. It lodges itself in one of the widening holes created by the rake.
“What the hell? Did you just throw my Rolex? Did you throw my Rolex? Did you just throw my damn Rolex and now it’s got zombie gunk on it?”
“Well, wasn't it last season anyway?”
“Last season? It doesn’t really work that way and if it did, no ‘season’ is any less important than the last when it comes to a Rolex. They’re timeless.”
“There’s a zombie in the living room, Tao.”
“I am well aware of what is in the house, sweetheart,” he says, accentuating the last word as he nods towards the undead woman.
“Well, what about this one? When did you last wear this?” The silver watch dangles from your index finger as you hold it in front of your eyes while you use your other hand to search for the next sturdy Rolex to throw.
“I wouldn’t dare to wear that one.”
‘Oh, great, then this one?” You throw the watch and this one bounces off her temple. Gnashing teeth turn your way. Tao moans, his staggered breath punctuated by moisture building up around his eyes as he holds steadfast. Good. He deserves it. “It’s not working. They’re too soft, Tao.”
“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out.”
“We need to use the Bearbrick Babies. They are good for nothing. Literally useless,” you say, jumping up and running towards the case.
“Fuck that. Hold this,” he says, leading the zombie over and shoving the handle into your hand. Pain trickles throughout your palm from what you are certain will be splinters. “Hold her and stop throwing my stuff.”
“Wait.”
He doesn’t. He runs past you and around the corner before you hear the familiar sound of his footfalls on the wooden steps as he continues on to your bedroom.
Her stench is unbearable; you can smell death on your lips. Turning to look out the window, you notice the other zombie is halfway across the yard. His lifeless eyes lock on the shattered frame.
This is not how you want to die. Where is Tao? As long as you don’t die before he gets here, it should be okay. He won’t let anything happen to you… right?
Right as a tear rolls down your face, the moisture seeping into your dry skin, you hear the thumping sounds of Tao running back down the stairs. He dashes out from behind the corner now wearing jeans and a white sleeveless shirt. Yesterday's outfit that was carelessly thrown across the room last night. There’s something off about him. Searching him over a few times, you notice it. At first you had mistaken the silver glint as an accessory.
“Is that a gun?”
“If it looks like a gun and acts like a gun then I guess it must be a gun.”
“Where did you get that from?”
“Not in the safe, that's for sure,” he says, bitterness on his lips as he raises the weapon towards the zombie that now has you pinned against the wall, her arms flailing out in every direction, desperate for your flesh. “Nope, couldn’t put it there. Not after you randomly changed the code on me.”
“You kept that gun in the house? After I told you to get rid of it?”
He’s upset because you needed a place to keep your documents and all his friends know his combination, which he in turn said wasn’t a big deal. It’s not that you don’t trust his friends, but why should everyone have the code? If everyone can get into the safe, what’s the point of it? And you bought it after all, it’s only right that you be the one that makes the code.
“Yeah, that's right. It's a good thing too,” he says, waving at Sheraton Barbie with a crooked smile.
“A zombie apocalypse is an outlier, Tao!”
The zombie lurches forward, the rake squelching inside her undead skin until it passes completely through to the other side, leaving you face to face with her bared teeth. Screeching, you push against her chest, leaning away from the overwhelming stench of decay leaking from her mouth as the other one starts to paw at the windowsill. This is it. This is where you die. This is how your pathetic life finally comes to an end. What has it all been for?
Fireworks penetrate your thoughts. Two loud pops. Sheraton Barbie falls to the floor with a thud and your eardrums vibrate.
“Gross! What the fuck, Tao!” A tremble rumbles across your skin and you feel pressure like when high altitudes pop your ears. After a few seconds, your hearing resets to its original level of capacity. Your face scrunches up as you pluck pieces of Sheraton Barbie out of your hair. “My eardrums might never recover.”
“Don’t be dramatic.” He puts the gun into the holster and upon noticing your glare he continues. "You’ll be fine. It will settle in a few minutes. It’s only a 45mm.”
“Only.”
“And what would you suggest instead?”
“I don’t know, a knife?”
“And use the good cutlery? I’d never hear the end of it,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It’s not your fault that whenever he tries to make something in the kitchen something ends up broken. It’s not the cost of replacing the item, it’s the inconvenience.
“That’s it!” You are done. You refuse to be in the same room as this Neanderthal for a moment longer. The way he prances around the house, fists beating against his chest. The way he makes you feel like you can’t do anything right. “I’m going to my mother’s house.”
“In the middle of a zombie apocalypse?!"
“I’d rather die out there than be stuck in here with a plant killer like you.” You grab your envelope clutch from the entryway table, slamming the door on the way out. “I’d rather die out here than live in there with you.”
A pout forms on your chapped lips as you walk down the walkway thinking of all the cutting words you could have said instead, the ways you could have hurt him but didn’t. You restrained yourself yet again for the betterment of the relationship. You always put him first and here he is sending you outside when he knows you left your keys inside and he knows you’re too stubborn to turn around and get them now. How could you when you’ve already gotten this far? Why would he send you out into the cold in the middle of a zombie invasion?
Reaching the footpath in front of the house, you turn in the direction of your mother's house that, as Tao so eloquently put it, is only two streets away. The walk will do you good - the fresh air and the quiet. The deafening silence is just what you need. The empty streets, the absence of children's laughter and blaring horns. The empty red Buick with all four doors open, its front bumper wrapped around the wooden telephone pole while smoke spirals from its engine. It’s all so refreshing. The absence of humanity.
Continuing down the next street, the smell of rot and rust in the air, you turn the corner and run straight into a crowd of the restless undead, their mouths slack and their eyes lifeless. There’s about fifteen of them and they’re blocking the walkway. They haven’t seen you yet, their attention instead on the young couple in front of them. The pair are holding hands up on trash cans that look ready to cave in at any moment.
The issue is how to get over to that side of the street without the horde noticing, because although they seem oblivious to you right now, the couple they currently have their eyes on have taken notice. What a bother.
“Help!” the woman yells out. You point to your ear and shrug, pretending you didn’t hear before trying to creep past them. “Please! We can’t hold them off for much longer!”
And just what the fuck do they expect you to do?
Before you can reply, the man tears his arm from hers and pushes her towards the zombies. Her screams quickly become gurgled gulps of blood as you stare slack-jawed after the prick now shimmying up one of the poles holding the awning above. So much for true love. Must all men be scum?
Turning away, you shake your head and decide to take this moment, the death of another hopeless woman in love, to not let her death be in vain. Right as you step out onto the road, a loud tearing sound echoes out over the groaning of the hoard of zombies.
“No, no, no. No!” It’s the dickless fuck. He’s hanging from the railing. The soft material of the awning now split in two, its nonchalant flapping drawing several of the mob. The ones not eating his girlfriend start to surround him and claw towards him, reaching with hungry sweeps of their arms. He looks to you with pleading eyes and calls out, “Help me. Please!”
You give him a thumbs down and mouth the words, ‘die bitch.’
And he will die. The first zombie that reaches him when his hold on the pole finally weakens digs her teeth into his ankle. It’s his partner. Poetic justice. He squeals and falls to the ground, his high pitched screams soon snuffed out by the crunching of teeth on flesh.
Shuffling as quietly as the tips of your shoes will allow, you dart across the street to the promise of safety and it pays off. They didn’t notice you, instead immersed in the meal already caught. Resisting a triumphant shout of achievement, you continue to walk down the pavement, your eyes glancing back at the group every so often to make sure you haven’t been seen.
Turning back to face the street ahead you’re caught off guard when a lady dressed in classic black skinny jeans, a white tucked in shirt, business black kitten heels and a tan blazer walks out from the boutique and slams right into you. Her face is perfect, eyebrows plucked and lined, not a single lash out of place. If it wasn’t for the small smudge of her red lipstick spread across her slack jaw you might not have noticed anything was wrong.
Fuck. You should have thought of the stores. What an amateur move.
Before you have time to ponder your mistake, hands grab you from behind, a hoarse moan accompanying the stench of wet dirt and old pasta sauce. It’s too much. The thought of it ending this way, sandwiched between this cheap business woman and the man who loves meatballs a little too much, it's depressing and not at all the type of threesome you wanted. You scream. It’s a guttural noise that reverberates from chest to throat in a painful spiral.
It’s a mistake of course. The booming sound echoes out across the street, bringing the unwanted attention of the horde of undead looking for something more exciting to snack on now that the asshole has gone cold. Caught between the two creatures, you kick the woman hard in the chest, causing her to stagger backwards. Ducking from the tall man still leaning over you with his teeth bared, you crouch down while kicking out your leg and slamming it against his knees. He topples over in time for you to turn back to the woman who is now lunging at you on the floor. You roll to the side and let her fall face first into the concrete pavement.
Fuck.
Three more are behind her, exiting the boutique. Tears spring to your eyes out of frustration. Not fear. You refuse to be scared. Scared people act stupid in these situations and get themselves killed. No, you will not be dying here today.
You take a quick look at the three zombies. There’s a queen of hearts sticking out from the breast pocket of one of the old women and when you see it, a glint of metal catches your eye. One of them has a cane. Sorry Grandma but this firecracker refuses to be taken down by an old bridge group.
Spinning on your toes, you dart out of their direct line of contact before kicking the old lady square on the left knee. She buckles and as she goes down you grab the silver cane. Is this considered elderly abuse? You can’t think for long because the other two are coming towards you and the one you took out is already wobbling to her feet.
“Let’s do this, you ugly bastards.”
Holding the cane out in front of you with both hands on the end, you jab at them Three Stooges-style: one in the eyes, one in the gut, one across the ear. In quick succession you jab at them over and over again until your arm aches. Then you dash past them, holding them back by the length of the wood.
“Haha!" Cheerful glee drips from your words as you continue down the street. Looking over your shoulder for the last time, you poke your tongue out and turn down the next street. You ram into another zombie. This one grabs your arm to take a bite. You kick him in the shin and start to beat him over the head with the cane when he folds over in pain. “Just die, you bastard!”
“What the fuck!"
It’s Tao.
“Oh my god! I thought you were one of them!”
“What the fuck!?”
“Oh Tao! Tao!” You squeal, pulling him up to his feet and hugging him. “Thank God you’re here!”
“That hurts like a bitch,” he says, holding you with one arm as he shakes his leg and rubs the top of his head. He’s so strong. You know it doesn’t even hurt him at all. He’s come and saved you. You’re safe!
“Oh, Tao.” Holding him tighter, you let your legs give way underneath you, finally allowing the stress of the day to wash over you. “You came for me. You came to save me. I knew you would. I knew you couldn’t live without me, Tao!”
“Well, I mean, I knew you would get yourself killed out here,” he says, dragging you by one arm into the alleyway right as the limping, caneless grandma from the previous street turns the corner and walks past aimless and hungry, followed closely by her slack-mouthed friends. Tao’s quick thinking saved you again. He’s so brave. He’s so smart. He’s such a man.
“I-” He holds a finger to your lips, stopping you from drawing attention to your hiding spot, and you can’t help but admire his reflexes. Instead of pushing him away like you usually would, you step closer. His base scent of pink pepper, limes and amber wood is provocative and you want the taste of him on your lips.
Grinning up at him, you grab his finger still hovering in front of lips and suck on it, taking it in all the way to the knuckle and making a soft plop sound as you pull back to his fingertip. You kiss each digit, your eyes glued to his. The quirk of his brow is the only response as you kiss up his hand, his arm and his shoulder. A glint of something you haven’t seen in months flickers across his face before he pulls you into his embrace, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other circling your neck.
It’s fire. The look in his eyes. The look he lost. It’s desire in its rawest form. He wants you and you can’t blame him - you’re quite the catch - but after today you can admit that he is too. A hero. The type of man you can depend on no matter the situation.
Biting your lip, you lean into his chest. An animalistic urge to take him where you stand in this dirty back alley, wild and free of worry, builds up inside, right next to the searing heat within your gut. Heat that threatens to spread like wildfire and burn you both down for being so foolish to play with matches in the forest. The type of fire that leaves nothing. Spontaneous and unyielding.
Your thoughts start to muddle as his lips press against yours with the same desperate need that mirrors your own. Your hands grasp with reckless lust, clawing at this shirt, needing skin to skin contact. His chest is tight under your fingertips that mark and claim his body. He belongs to you and to you alone and you wonder why things were even going south lately. He’s fucking sexy. The burning desire and aching love you feel for Tao now might well be the same as the first time you realized he was your one love, your other half.
He places creamy kisses across your neck before biting your bottom lip. He sucks on your tongue as he squeezes your ass. The taste of him is salty and bitter like that of a margarita on a warm summer's night. A small moan exits your lips and his eyes shift to the entryway of the alley before he pulls you closer, your hips flush against his as he lifts you like a doll, defenseless in his arms. Defenseless but safe. His toned arms engulf you as he continues to fuck your mouth with his magic tongue and you can’t help but think of all the things you want him to do with it.
As if the heavens themselves are opening up for you, a light drizzle of rain starts to fall upon you, deepening the romance. The dark cramped alley, Tao covered in blood, and now it's raining; it’s as if you are in a movie. A romantic comedy, Tao and you the stars. The signs out on display, it was fate that you and your soulmate had saved each other from a fate worse than death.
Grinding against him, you nip at his tongue with a muted chuckle, your swollen lips crushing against his. Then his sweet, salty taste starts to change into something less appealing. Something… sour, acidic yet metallic.
“What the hell?” Separating, you both look up, the romantic rain actually rusty, red water coming from the pipe off the gutter above you. It stains your clothes, Tao’s white shirt turning an atrocious shade of pink.
“It suits you,” you say, laughing before slapping a hand over your mouth and looking down the alley. No movement. Yet.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s hilarious,” he whispers with a tilt of irritation on his lips. He grabs your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as he leads you back to the street's entrance. “Let’s go home.”
“Okay.” Although you are closer to your mother's place you don’t argue, knowing he must have one thing in mind for when you return, your hearts and bodies now aligned. He needs you as much as you need him and you’ve proven that today. After all he was your saviour, your knight in shining armour, cutting through the hordes of beasts in the way of his one true love. He’s amazing.
“Jesus Christ,” he says under his breath as he looks down the street. His face is scrunched up in pain as he says, “That guy's dick has been chewed straight off.”
“He really is a dickless fuck.” When Tao quirks his brow, you shake your head. “It’s what he deserved. Believe me.”
Making your way back down the streets that separate you from your home, Tao is ready to jump in front of you whenever danger strikes. Although there are less zombies on the way home, there is a close call with a Chihuahua. Once the crisis is averted, Tao limps down the street in remembrance of his brave act. It takes less time to return. Most of the zombies wandering the streets are in pairs or alone, easy to evade.
As you turn onto your own street, your home in view, you lean into Tao and let him guide you up your driveway with your fingers still entwined with his. Nothing can ruin this moment. Not the broken window or the dead zombie slumped under said window, not even the crushed flowers under Tao’s ridiculously overpriced pussy magnet muscle car. And although yes, a small part of you was hoping that he would carry you inside bridal-style, you don’t let that get to you either, because nothing is perfect and that’s okay. It’s okay because it's almost perfect.
You don’t let the fact that Tao didn’t remove Sheraton Barbie from the living room get to you. It’s not like you’re strong enough to get her out of here, anyway. A delicate flower like you should be taken care of and you know you will be. You know that Tao will get rid of her soon. He was just in too much of a rush to come and find you. If the house looked like he had cleaned up, it would be suspicious. Kind of like the fact that his watches are all put back inside the case inside the glass cabinet. His watches are all safe and packed away. How lovely.
No, you refuse to be brought down in this moment, a moment of pure bliss by anything. Not even by Tao turning on the TV and flipping through the channels.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see if there’s any news about what’s been happening,” he says with a frown as he stares at the television, each channel providing the same blank static as the next.
“I thought we were gonna, you know,” you mutter, touching the ends of your pointer fingers together. “I mean, that whole rescue thing got me pretty hot.”
“Yeah, it’s hot out there.” He continues to switch through channels as he walks over to the bookcase behind the couch, grabbing the ancient satellite radio.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“What?”
“We had a moment, Tao! What about our moment? It was romantic!”
“Are you crazy?” He is looking at you now, finally paying attention to you. “Are you talking about that psycho move you pulled in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse that ended in us being drowned in rusty pipe water? That romantic moment?”
“Yes, Tao! It was a sign that we are meant to be together. Didn’t you feel it?”
“A sign?” he laughs, shaking his head while fiddling with the radio. “I felt an intense desire to fuck my kinky wife who was obviously going off the rails after dealing with this whole traumatic event and you obviously needed comfort and who was I to deny you that? But a sign? It’s literal Armageddon out there and I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on.”
“It needs batteries and we have none that size in the house.”
“What?”
“The bloody radio, arsehole,” you yell, turning your back to hide your tears. How had he not felt it? It was as if he hadn’t been there with you at all. It was like magic and he was denying everything you felt. “I thought you cared about this marriage. I thought you cared about us.”
“Hey.” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight enough that you can’t breathe for a moment as he lifts you in the air and swings you around. “I do care about this marriage.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“You know, when you left I thought, 'Good riddance, and don’t come back.'” He ignores your huff as he continues, “I did. I thought about how peaceful it would be without you. But then the longer you were gone, the more deafening the silence became. There was a knot forming in my chest and all I could think about was what I was meant to do without you if you didn’t return.”
“Really?”
“Of course, you idiot.” He pushes his pointer finger against your cheekbone before lightly touching his forehead to yours, your breath connected in unison. “I didn’t realize it was that bad out there or I wouldn’t have let you leave at all.”
“As if you could have stopped me,” you say, biting the inside of your lip.
“You think I couldn’t have?”
His eyes sparkle with a mischievous gleam, a smirk spreading across his face as he spins you towards the recliner and pins you underneath him. Leaning close he whispers your name as he brushes his lips against yours. Squeezing your ass, your hips lift up to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, singing a song only they know the words to. Your hand digs into his hair and you suck on his tasty lips before he pulls back with a start. He leaps up to his feet and walks towards the door.
“What? Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the store - do you want anything?”
“Are you serious right now? I swear to God,” you say the words behind clenched teeth, your hands balled up into little fists. How can this man be so oblivious? “Also I don’t know if you noticed this but there just so happen to be zombies out there!”
“Yeah? So? I want a Cornetto. I think I work hard enough for this household to give myself a treat.”
“Oh and I don’t, I guess. It’s always I work so hard. I do this. Well I work hard, too! I cook, I clean. I do a lot around here and I am sick of your condescending attitude!”
“Listen. I’m going to get some batteries and a Cornetto and at this point I might not get you anything!”
“Get me some chocolate milk. The expensive one. The cheap ones upset my tummy,” you say with a pout.
“Anything for my princess.” He kisses you on the temple with a sly chuckle before saying, “And when I get back we can fuck since I know you want to so bad.”
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There comes a point in every relationship where things start to get serious. For you and Kris, that point comes in the form of a weekend getaway at a paradise resort. While you have your doubts about the many secrets he holds, there's a part of you that wants the relationship to thrive, to grow into something greater.
All great things, however, must be strong enough to withstand a storm and the quickest way to learn of a person's true character is under unfathomable odds.
Luckily for you, an island gone dark promises many hardships.
Approx. WC;;
5k ~ 10k
Genre + Warnings;;
Zombies!! so violence, gore, horror in general + explicit language, suggestive themes that might bump up to smut.
Release Date;;
July 15th, 2021
Notes;;
This fic is part of the EXO collab, The Undead hosted by @biaswreckingfics ♡
Check out the other writers and their works 🙌
& please look forward to all the great upcoming zombie apocalypse fics that will be released within the next month!
Snippet;;
He coughs, trying to eject the acrid scent from his mouth. "Wear the mask."
It is when you're fumbling through your pockets for the thin patch of fabric that you hear it: an ear splitting scream. While you're no expert, the dainty high pitch resembles that of a child. Shivers tear down your spine. Your mind is telling you to run, to protect, and yet you're frozen to the spot.
Yifan is quicker to respond, climbing the remaining flight between the sixth and seventh floors in a few quick leaps. Upon reaching the door, he doesn't enter. Instead he presses his ear to it and listens. With your heart beating a million miles an hour and damn near thudding out of your chest, you raise your flashlight off his cautious stature and toward the guttural moaning floating down to you from much higher in the spire.
You're transfixed.
Squinting against the straining dark for a single glimpse of what could make such a noise, your breath catches in your throat. It seems almost surreal, no, it's absurd really. Impossible. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you. That's all it was. That's all it could be. An illusion or a hallucination brought on by dehydration.
