#jongdae scenario

Arriving to your house takes much longer than any of them want it to.

Baekhyun is the most visibly antsy, leg continuously shaking as he sits in the back seat. Sehun can’t stop fiddling with his hands, while Jongin runs his fingers through his hair, and Junmyeon bites his bottom lip. Jongdae manages to remain silent the whole trip, analyzing the route and committing it to memory, while Chanyeol zones out to the world, lost in his own thoughts.

Neither Yixing nor Kyungsoo would explain anything further to them on the drive, the silence eating Sehun, Jongin, Baekhyun, and Junmyeon alive. Sure, now you’ve explained everything to them, but they all still have questions, and some things have still been left unanswered.

Parking the car, Junmyeon is the first to exit, racing to your front door only to discover it’s locked when he attempts to open it. A frown pulls at his features.

“Will you hold your horses?” Yixing huffs, slamming the car door as the others file out of the back.

“Sorry if some of us are a little impatient,” Sehun snaps, arms crossed in front of his chest as they all make it to your front door.

“Yeah, it’s not like we were informed of this or anything,” Chanyeol adds with a grumble.

“Then what’d you expect? The door to be left open?” Kyungsoo quirks a brow at Junmyeon, stepping around him in order to knock on the door.

A pointed look is thrown at Junmyeon by Jongdae, only causing both males to glare at one another.

Yixing, who had been pulling up the rear, frowns. “Did you knock?”

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo answers, already pulling out his phone to disarm the security system as he reaches for the spare key you lent him with his other hand. “Something’s not right.”

“What do you mean?” Jongin asks quickly, worry clear in his voice.

“Normally one of them would have answered that knock by now, or at least we’d be able to hear movement from the other side,” Kyungsoo replies, sliding the key into the lock.

Kyungsoo can feel the glare that has settled itself onto his back ever since he pulled out the spare key. He huffs to himself, knowing that now is not the time.

Baekhyun has not averted his gaze from Kyungsoo this whole time, white hot fury coursing through his veins at the thought of Kyungsoo being the only one to have a spare key to your house. Not to mention Kyungsoo being the only one capable of disarming your security system. His mind runs wild at the possible implications of this, wanting nothing more than for you to have been able to have trusted him enough to be your confidant in this situation. What he wouldn’t have done to make you feel safe, to make you happy.

Jongdae is fairing no better, though he is much better at hiding it than some of the others. That being said, most of your strike team is on edge, especially due to the events of the past few days. Each one is upset in their own way, wanting nothing more than to prove themselves to you even more now. You should have been able to trust them with this.

After what feels like an eternity, Kyungsoo is finally able to get the front door open. It takes no longer than two seconds for Junmyeon to be rushing past him and into your house, already on the hunt for you to make sure that you’re okay. The rest file in after him, converging in the living room to see Junmyeon leaning over an unconscious Minseok.

“Well, this doesn’t look good,” Chanyeol voices everyone’s thoughts as Yixing rushes over to check on Minseok.

Junmyeon stands, allowing Yixing room to work. Turning to face the others, he doesn’t even need to speak, for the expression he wears says it all.

“Fuck!” Baekhyun turns, punching the wall behind him in his anger and successfully causing a dent to appear.

“Easy,” Kyungsoo shoots him a look, only to receive a look of fury from Baekhyun in return.

“Don’t you fucking dare think of telling me to calm down,” Baekhyun seethes, eyes wild with pure rage.

“Believe me,” Jongdae breathes, “you’re not the only one furious right now.”

“Where is she?” Sehun’s voice comes out no more than a whisper as he continues to stare blankly at the ground, eyes only shifting at Minseok’s now conscious form moving to sit on the couch with the help of Yixing. “Where is she?”

“What happened?” Junmyeon is the next to speak, noting how Jongin seems to be popping in and out of the room at a rapid pace, and he just knows Jongin is teleporting all over the premises in hopes of finding you. However, they all know that he won’t.

“Clones,” Minseok’s voice comes out rougher than usual, low as he looks at his hands in his lap. “They snuck up on me; knocked me out.”

“But how did they get in?” Jongin’s brow furrows.

Now, all of their attention turns towards Kyungsoo who is already fiddling with his tablet. His brow is deeply furrowed in concentration as he types in some codes, expression falling as he reads what’s on the screen.

“Someone disarmed the system for no longer than two minutes,” he explains.

Junmyeon has to prevent Baekhyun from punching the wall again.

“Who could have done something like that?” This time, it’s Yixing who voices their thoughts, though all are too distracted to notice the way Jongdae tenses slightly at the question as it’s posed.

“I did,”

In the next second, all of their heads are turning to look at your television screen which now displays a clear picture of Chen smiling maliciously at them.

“Bastard,” Baekhyun seethes, failing to notice how Jongdae’s gaze briefly glances at him out of the corner of his eyes.

“Have you started tearing each other’s throats out yet?” Chen hums. “No? Shame…”

“You took her,” Junmyeon states, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he attempts to control the rage flowing through his veins at this very moment.

“Like we said we would,” Chen smirks, angling himself so that they can see your unconscious form tied up and sitting in a chair behind him.

“I swear to god, if you touch her-“

“Don’t worry, I’m nothing like you,” Chen cuts Baekhyun’s threat off before he can even finish it, and the rest of them spare a glance at Baekhyun. “Unlike you, I actually respect the boundaries of sleeping beauties such as herself.”

“What is he talking about?” Chanyeol’s brow furrows as he turns his full attention to Baekhyun, already thinking the worst of his once trusted teammate.

“I don’t know-“

“Ohoho, selective memory, I see,” Chen once again cuts Baekhyun off. “Well then, why don’t I let my precious doppelgänger explain.”

At this, they all turn towards Jongdae who stares straight ahead with his jaw clenched so hard, a vein pops in his neck.

“What is he talking about?” This time, it’s Sehun who speaks, brow furrowed in confusion as they all stare expectantly at Jongdae.

The kitsune can only shake his head in response.

“What’s the matter?” Chen hums. “Cat got your tongue?” A chuckle. “No matter, I’ll tell them what we saw that day. We saw said human-“ the distaste with which he says such a word is clear as day, causing a few glances to be thrown at Jongdae who is still staring straight ahead, his fists now clenched and adding to the tension of his whole body, “coaxing a sleeping (Y/n) onto his lap only to start stroking her back shortly after.” The tension thick air in the room only seems to dissipate slightly, knowing that the worst of which they thought their teammate to be capable of was not true. “You know, for someone who hates it when others touch her, he seems to have a funny idea of consent.”

A moment of silence settles over all of them as they let this new information sink in. Not only did Baekhyun inappropriately touch you when you were sleeping, but Jongdae knew of it and said nothing.

Chanyeol can feel his anger bubbling beneath the surface, his fingertips becoming so hot that he has to remind himself to calm down lest he wants to set your whole house on fire. Jongdae continues to stand there, tense as anything as pure electricity sparks through his veins. He knows that if anyone were to touch him in this very second, they would be fried to a crisp. The others seem more shocked and disappointed than anything, Junmyeon not even knowing how to react properly to this new information that has been given to him.

Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing, on the other hand, are disgusted. However, none are as furious as Kyungsoo is right now, but before he can react, Chen is speaking once more.

“Oh, how simple it is to make you all fall apart,” he chuckles.

Both Kyungsoo and Minseok leave the room.

In his haze, it is only now that Jongdae registers that Chen is alone with you in whatever room you’re both in.

“Where are the others?” His question manages to pull the others with him back to reality, focussing their attention once more on your monitor where Chen sits, smirking down at them as if he’s already won.

“You and I both know why the others are not in the room right now,” the most straightforward answer he’s gotten out of Chen since this whole fiasco started. Of course he knows, and if he had a choice, he’d be the only one speaking to his clone now, too. Like hell he trusts the others at all anymore.

“What do you want?” Sehun is the one able to voice the other’s thoughts first before anyone else can.

“I thought we made that obvious,” again, as if to emphasize his point, Chen shifts slightly so that your form appears on screen once more, albeit briefly.

“Then why are you here? To rub it in?” Junmyeon finally speaks.

“Partially,” Chen smirks once more, a slight tilt to his head. “However, we’re not unreasonable like you. I come with a challenge, though impossible. If you can find us and rescue your beloved Viper, we’ll tell you how to defeat us.”

“And we’re supposed to believe you’re going to tell us this in good faith?” Jongin scoffs.

“Believe what you will, I’ve already said too much,” Chen replies. “You have two hours.”

Without another word, the feed cuts out and they’re all left to stare at a black screen.

Immediately, all six members of the strike team are rounding on each other once more, but before any of them can pounce, Yixing stands from his spot on the couch.

“Enough!”

Looking towards Yixing in shock, a few of them have to blink to clear their vision. Never have they heard Yixing’s voice this demanding before, so they know he’s none too pleased about this situation. Luckily, they stop to listen.

“Don’t you think that this is exactly what they want? For you to all fall apart before you can even do anything to save our leader?” Yixing’s chest rises and falls with each deep breath he takes. “I don’t give a shit about what any of you did before this moment right now, our top priority is rescuing the one that matters most. And if you six idiots are too lovesick to figure out such a basic fact, then get out.”

A low whistle escapes Minseok as both he and Kyungsoo walk back into the room, Kyungsoo staring intently at his tablet. “Damn, Yixing, didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, well,” Yixing exhales through his nose, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t start cussing them out in Chinese again,” Kyungsoo attempts to lighten the mood, if only slightly. He still hasn’t forgotten about what he learned mere minutes before, but he knows there are more important things to worry about right now.

“Believe me, I want to,” Yixing crosses his arms. “Did you manage to trace the signal?”

“Of course we did,” Minseok nearly rolls his eyes. “Who do you think we are? Amateurs?”

“They did sneak up on you and knock you out,” Sehun deadpans, wiping the teasing smirk right off of Minseok’s face.

“Touché,” Minseok narrows his eyes only slightly.

“Anyways,” Kyungsoo clears his throat, “getting back on track. You’ll never believe where they’ve been hiding this whole time…”

“Great,” Baekhyun smirks. “Then let’s go get our girl.”

***

Inhaling sharply, you feel your consciousness return to you, a slight ache to your neck. Rolling it a few times, some cracks sound, almost making you hum in content. That is, until you realize where you are, and what happened before to have put you in such a position.

“Good, you’re finally awake,” a voice speaks from the darkness.

“Didn’t know I was keeping anyone waiting,” you roll your eyes, testing the strength of the rope binding your hands to the metal chair. Unfortunately for you, it’s tied pretty well.

“You know we’d wait for you as long as we’d have to,” Suho is the first to walk out of the darkness, followed by the others.

“You’d just have to say the word,” Guan adds, meeting your gaze.

You quirk a brow, “things are never really that simple with you.”

“We have to keep it interesting somehow,” Kai smirks.

“Wait, does that mean…?” Null sounds a little too hopeful for your liking.

“No way in hell,” you narrow your eyes, tone sharp as your fists clench on the arms of the chair you’re in.

“Shame,” Chen repeats his words from earlier, though this time to a different group of the same people. “Too bad you’ll be stuck with one of us sooner rather than later.”

You frown. “If you think I’m going to accept that-“

“You will,” Chen hums. “We’ve already agreed and come to a decision.”

“Good to know I was consulted about my own fate,” you deadpan, tugging once more on your restraints.

“Don’t worry,” Loey sends you what you’re sure is supposed to be a reassuring smile. “We’ve worked it all out and it’ll all be over in two hours. Well, just under that now.”

“You can’t all have me,” you say, and you can tell a few of them have picked up on what you’re insinuating.

“Of course not,” Suho agrees. “Which is why we’ve agreed to exterminate our originals before proving who’s really the strongest amongst us afterwards. I only feel bad with how outmatched these suckers are going to be…”

“You wish,” Guan narrows his eyes at Suho, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“And if you lose?” You quirk a brow, looking over to each one of them individually as they stand in a half moon around you.

“We’ll be sure to be the ones that survive,” Kai grins maniacally, tilting his head slightly forwards as a crazed look takes over his eyes.

“Survive?” Your key focus right now is to get them to reveal as much information as possible, and so far, it seems to be working.

“Whether we like it or not, we’re running out of time,” Chen sighs. “Shelly’s spell won’t let us live forever. At least, not with them around.”

Your brow furrows, gaze falling to the floor as you contemplate his words. In the next moment, realization floods your features. “You can’t both live forever.”

“That would be correct,” Chen grins. “Our survival is dependant on their demise.”

“Not that they know that,” Loey says, and they all share a chuckle.

“Wonderful,” you let out a long breath, sarcasm dripping from your words. “I suppose I’m just going to be stuck here waiting for the end results then?”

“Of course not!” Null is quick to assure you.

“Well, yes and no,” Suho corrects.

“You’ll be able to watch your strike team’s demise first hand,” Chen says, motioning to the monitors behind him with a tilt to his head. “Once a victor has been decided, they will come back for you.”

You remain silent as you let the information sink in, steeling your emotions so that your face remains neutral. On the inside, though, you’re extremely worried. You have no idea the state your strike team is in, and if they’ve managed to tear themselves apart before even bothering to search for you, you’ll have a real issue.

“If that’s all-“

“Two things,” you cut Chen off before he can dismiss you, and he shoots you a look, waiting for you to continue. “One: why me?”

At this, they all seem to quirk a brow at you.

“What do you mean, why you?” Guan frowns.

“Why not you?” Suho replies.

“Do you really need to ask?” Loey questions, amusement shining in his eyes.

“I thought we made it obvious by now,” Kai huffs, crossing his arms.

“I know, I just want to hear you confirm my thoughts,” you respond.

“We are the literal manifestations of their deepest, darkest desires,” Chen explains. “All of them- us- we, have wanted you for a very long time. Shelly’s spell was meant to bring forth such desires that which are hidden away. Usually, this manifests with anger or violence, which was what she was probably hoping for so that it would destroy the city. We are what became of those desire. However, instead of festering a hatred towards the public, our darkest desires surrounded you.”

“How do you know all this?” You inquire.

“We were born of the spell, thus, we are all knowing of it,” Null is the one to speak, and it shocks you a little bit. You nod your understanding.

“You said you had one more question?” Suho meets your gaze with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, I do,” you confirm. “The most important one yet.” They wait with bated breath, each hoping you’ll save them all the trouble and choose them right off the bat, but they know by now that that would be wishful thinking. “Where is my ring?”

The question, directed right at Chen, causes all of them to freeze. Your tone is serious, a fury shining behind your eyes that none of them are familiar with.

Chen chooses his words carefully before speaking this time around. “Safe. You’ll have it back soon.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you voice is low, the threat clear as day to each and every one of them.

“It’s in the box on the table with the monitors,” Guan is the one to speak this time, and sure enough, when you divert your gaze to the table, a small box rests there.

“Show me,”

“It’s like you don’t trust us or something,” Kai snorts as Loey walks over to the table, taking the box and opening it to show you its contents.

“Is this some kind of joke to you?” You anger flares as you stare into the empty box, tension high throughout your entire body.

“I knew you would react like this, which is why I waited to put the ring inside until I knew you were watching,” Chen’s voice draws your attention, and you note how he holds the ring in his hand, displaying it for all to see.

As if reading your thoughts, he moves it to the palm of his hand, walking over so you can confirm it is in fact your ring, and not a fake that is held in his hand. Unknowingly, you breathe a sigh of relief, and once he sees you relax even if only slightly, he’s moving over to take the box from Loey’s hands and store the ring inside. Once the box is safely placed back onto the table, he flicks a switch and the monitors flare to life.

Movement in the corner of one of the monitors catches your eye, and you fail to repress the smirk that pulls at your lips as you hear the clones swear.

“Looks like we’ll have to deal with them a lot sooner than we thought,” Loey sighs, already heading to the door.

“Don’t underestimate my team,” you grin despite the immense sense of relief you feel, watching as they all start to exit the room.

“We would never underestimate ourselves,” Null responds just before he leaves the room.

“Especially not when it comes to you,” Kai shoots you one final smirk as he disappears from sight.

Then he tilts his head back again. You laugh and feed him a piece of cotton candy, feeling his lips close warmly over the tip of your retreating fingers.

“So sweet,” he says, grimacing a little before catching your smile. He automatically smiles back. You kiss his cheek.

“Aww. My little sugar rush.”

**

You sit on the bench after the cotton candy is all gone, swinging your legs back and forth. His warmth brushes your side. You start humming, random notes strung together until you find a little progression you like. Jongdae, next to you, puts words to it. It’s silly and nonsensical, something about a lonely dinosaur growing pansies to sell at the market so he can buy a new friend.

When you stop humming, he grabs your hand and pulls you up. His words gently diminish into a soft thrum of noise and he tugs you, walking backwards. 

“What?” you ask. Has it always been this impossible to stop smiling around him? 

He shrugs. “Just wanna keep looking at you.” 

You groan, horrifically pleased. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I’m cheesy, huh?” His eyesbrows quirk upwards. 

“Yeah.”

“Cheesy?!” He bends and wraps his arms low around you, then picks you up and sweeps you in a circle. “Cheesy!”

“Jongdae!” you scream and laugh all at once, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

He stops spinning and holds you there for a moment, looking up at you. “Cheesy, huh,” he repeats, his voice soft and fond. 

“Yes,” you say. “Very cheesy.” Then you kiss him on the nose. He closes his eyes when you do, eyes crinkled and lips curled. Pleased. He opens them after a moment, watches you for a heartbeat more, then lets you slide slowly back to earth.

He tilts your head up and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I didn’t know the carnival had a new attraction,” you murmur. 

He grins roguishly.

“I am a pretty good ride, aren’t I. Handsome, too.”

“And humble to boot,” you add dryly.

The two of you continue walking, making your way off the pier and back onto the beach. You coax Jongdae into a race, but the two of you are still holding hands. The pair of you tumble onto the sand in a domino effect when Jongdae trips over his own feet. The two of you lay there, laughing and panting, for a long moment as you catch your breath. Your hands find each other again, and your fingers interlace. 

It’s blissful, this moment so achingly perfect that you miss it already. Far out in the distance, illuminated boats seem to drift on an inky night. 

Jongdae shifts beside you, then kneels over you. The brightness of him sweeps over you, eclipsing the moon. You glow there beneath him, the memory of this moment, this night, reflecting between the two of you. 

“Still alive over here?” he asks. He squeezes your hand.

“Yes.” You pull in a breath of air, full of the ocean, sunblock, and the lingering sweetness of cotton candy. You squeeze his hand back. “Still alive.” 

It’s Baekhyun who goes down to his knees first, peppering kisses down Jongdae’s neck to his chest and stomach, pulling his pants down slowly but deliberately, fingers wrapped around the waistband sending shocks that shiver across Jongdae’s body. There’s a pause as Baekhyun and Jongdae acknowledge the moment of evolution in their relationship, one they can never take back, one they had to sacrifice by force. A silent avowal that their actions and this moment forward is a choice, both willingly submitting their bodies to the other. They take off Jongdae’s boxers together, hands clasping each others as Baekhyun wraps his lips around Jongdae’s length. Slowly. Deliberately. He moves Jongdae’s hands to his head, signaling for the contact that he knows Jongdae is craving. And Jongdae takes it. His fingers fasten their grip in Baekhyun’s hair as Baekhyun’s fingers tighten their grip on Jongdae’s thighs, stopping only momentarily to look up and tell Jongdae “You taste sweet Jongdae, like your personality.” They share a smile, their first one with some of the heaviness of the night removed. Jongdae moves Baekhyun’s head forward, gently, as Baekhyun bobs in and out, his tongue now licking strips up Jongdae’s length. Playful. Teasing. Alternating between teasing the tip and taking Jongdae in fully, both forgetting they’re entertainment; the focus being only each other. And so they continue. Jongdae’s hands in Baekhyun’s hair, never being too forceful with him.  And Baekhyun licking, sucking, teasing Jongdae. They take their time with each other, savoring perhaps the only peaceful moment they'll have the entire night.

Once Baekhyun can tell Jongdae’s close, he takes him in as much as possible, as deep as possible, allowing Jongdae to control the speed of his own pleasure. He cums with Baekhyun on his knees, hands clasped to Jongdae’s thighs, his own hands gripping Baekhyun’s hair as he cums hard down the older's throat. He thinks it’s beautiful how Baekhyun takes everything he has to offer him, swallows affectionately, and rests his head on Jongdae’s thighs. He runs his hands through Baekhyun’s hair and bends down to kiss him gently, resting their heads together and waiting for the moment they both know is coming.

Jongdae kicks his foot down, his bike’s kickstand clicking into place so he can stand up without it crashing to the ground (he’d honestly cry if it ever did). He hears you laugh as he pulls off his helmet, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair to smoothen out any tufts that stick up. Then he’s feeling someone else run their fingers through his hair and Jongdae sighs contently.

“You’re right, it’s not,” he hears you say from behind him. He steps away from his bike and turns to face you, your hands still in his hair as he wraps both his arms around your waist. “Being on a bike that’s moving a hundred miles per hour down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere is just terrifying.”

“Aw, princess,” Jongdae coos, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into yours, a sweet smile spread across his lips. “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I trust you with my life, Jongdae. That’s why I’m only ever able to go on your bike and not Baekhyun’s because I know he’d pull some stupid shit to scare the hell out of me.”

Jongdae can’t help but snort at that―of course, leave it to Baekhyun to be the little shit he’s been since day one. “Remind me to kill him when we get back to my place,” Jongdae says before capturing your lips in his. It quickly becomes heated, your hands threading through his hair endlessly and his arms tightening around you, bringing you closer than ever as his tongue pushes past yours in a war of dominance.

But then you pull away too quickly for Jongdae’s liking, evident by the whine that escapes his lips when you slip out of his grasp as if you were never really there in the first place.

“Where are we, anyway?” you ask, seemingly oblivious to his whines. He watches you as you twirl with no care in the world, the skirt that reaches your knees swaying in response to your movements. He feels himself falling in love with you all over again―the way you looked like an utter angel beneath the setting sunlight, the light hitting you at just the right angles. The skirt makes you look like a princess of divinity―his, princess. “Jongdae?” you call out to him when he doesn’t respond, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“My special place,” Jongdae says, still staring at you. You’re in the middle of nowhere, fields of grass stretching as far as the eye could see and with only one dirt road in your sights―the one you took to get here. 

“Really?” You tilt your head in the cutest way that makes Jongdae’s heart stutter―god, you were gorgeous. “But there’s nothing here, Jongdae.”

Jongdae laughs, finally making his way over to you to join you in the field of grass, the field of nothing. “That’s what makes it so special,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist as he settles behind you, resting his chin on your head. “I come here all the time to gather my thoughts. It really helps, you know, since there’s nothing here. It makes it easy for me to focus. It also helps me remember my place in the world―that I’m just a tiny little human in a huge, huge universe that’s far too big for my tiny brain to properly comprehend.”

“You’re going to make me have an existential crisis if you keep talking like that.” You reach up and smack his cheek lightly and Jongdae laughs again, his heart literally bursting with all his love for you, his one and only.

“I love you,” Jongdae murmurs out of the blue. You hum, placing your hands on his arm that’s wrapped around your torso.

“I love you too, Jongdae.”

Hold me tight.