Everlasting Scenes
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Groups I do scenarios for are Big Bang, Boyfriend, Super Junior, SHINee, EXO and B.A.P.
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Ive enjoyed reading your scenarios. I would like to make a request of BAP'S Yongguk where you are celebrating 2yrs anniversary of being together He has planned fluff date by proposing to you and the smut he plans to is try to get you pregnant. 2 things for the price of one. You are madly in love with him & want to be together forever. Thank you!
Anonymous

I’m sorry but I don’t write smut, dear :c I’ve tried several times but its just so awkward. I wouldn’t mind writing the fluffy proposal, if you don’t mind? <3

can you write a lay scenario when his members want you to break up with him but he loves you? with a happy ending?:)
Anonymous

Ohmygoodness, when did I receive this? :o I’m so,so so sorry I haven’t seen this till now. And of course I can :D Thanks for requesting ^^

Warrior Part 2 (Yongguk)
'Is that seriously the best you can do?' Myra raised an eyebrow, giving me a contemptuous look with a hand on her hip.
I struggled back to my feet, gripping my wooden staff in my hand. She stepped back and shifted fluidly back into fighting stance once more, legs bent and weapon at the ready.
'Come on, we haven’t got all day,’ she smirked and prodded me with her weapon, jolting me out of my thoughts. Through the resentment I felt from her relentless teasing and the immense respect for her skill, my heart fluttered at the sight of her smile. Her wild red hair that framed her face perfectly and green eyes that sparked with mischief distracted me more than I’d like to admit during combat training.
I gave a half-hearted shrug, feigning nonchalance and said, ‘Actually we do. Boss said we’re free from schedules today.’I readied myself and looked up in time to see her lunging at me. I dodged to the right and turned back to her, bringing my weapon down straight to her head. But she had hers already in place, blocking my attack. I strained to push my staff down. If I had one advantage over her, it would be strength and I wouldn&#8217;t let her beat me at that too.
Her brows furrowed and her arms shook with the effort to hold me back. I grinned when her arms dropped a fraction and I pulled my staff back quickly before sliding backwards to get a better distance and snapping my leg up, knocking the weapon out of her hands. She was taken by surprise, probably a first the whole day and the staff flew out her hands, landing with a clatter to her right.
She made to grab it once more but with her back turned, I now had full advantage. I extended my arms above her head and brought it down around her,almost in a back-hug, with the staff still held tightly in both my fists. I pulled my arms back, the staff catching her around her throat and pulling her flush against me.
She trashed around for a few moments, spewing curses and swearing before she finally seemed to realise that her actions were futile and said grudgingly, “You win. You can let me go now.”
I was reluctant to let her go as it would mean starting the practice all over again. I wasn&#8217;t sure I’d be able to get the better of her again. And, of course, I felt like I could stand there the whole day with the feel of her against me.
I released her and she turned to face me. She grinned, surprisingly not a mocking one or the sarcastic ones she normally gives me, but a real one and said, “Not bad. Round 2? See if you can do that again?”
***
‘Yah,’ the static sound of Myra&#8217;s voice buzzed through the walkie-talkie and I jumped. &#8216;Don&#8217;t tell me you&#8217;re daydreaming on the job.&#8217; I pressed the button that would allow her to hear my voice and chuckled awkwardly, &#8216;No, just thinking..&#8217; making her sigh with exasperation.
I grinned, looking at the walkie-talkie fondly. Five years of knowing her, not to mention three of which had been spent in a romantic relationship with her, she had not changed one bit from the girl I&#8217;d fallen head over heels for from right in the beginning.
'Gukkie,' her nickname for me still made me blush, so I was thankful we were only communicating via speaker. 'How could you slack off this way? This mission is absolutely crucial. For all you know, they could have sabotaged the data in the drive by now and-'
'I get it, I get it,' I quickly cut in before she gave another one of her lectures. 'No more slacking. Gotcha.'
Her silence made me cringe and I changed the subject, &#8216;Are you nearly at the fifth block?&#8217;
'Just arrived.'
'Good. Take a right now then go on straight for about two hundred metres. Turn left after that.'
'Mhmm,' she replied absentmindedly. I felt my whole body trumming with tension and I leaned nervously against the railing. She was going into enemy zone, practically a suicide mission in my opinion. But there was no other choice if we were to get back the data.
'So let me go!' I had argued with her the day before. But she had been adamant about my staying at headquarters.
'If I die it won't be much of a blow to our team. If you die, we won't have a leader and that's just going to get us in even deeper trouble,' she had reasoned with me.
I had to agree that they needed me but&#8230; I needed her and to think of her not making it back after this mission&#8230; My stomach twisted and I forced myself not to think of it. She would come back.
'Hey Guk, I think I found- Argh!' she cried out and the connection cut off. I immediately straightened up and called frantically into my walkie-talkie, 'Myra? Myra, what's going on?'
'Oh, so Myra's your name?' I heard a voice which was definitely not Myra&#8217;s. A man. Laughter followed after the man&#8217;s voice. A woman this time.
'Who are you?' I asked, fear spreading through me like liquid poison.
'I'm pretty sure you know who we are,' the man replied, his voice rough and scratchy. 'Because we sure as hell know what you&#8217;re doing in our territory.&#8217;
I heard a footstep behind me and saw my lifelong best friend, Kim Himchan behind me. He was my second-in-command as well as a genius in strategizing. His eyes were on the walkie-talkie in my hand and his mouth hung open slightly with horror as he listened.
'So we'll just keep little Myra here, shall we?' the woman's voice sounded breathy and filled with malice. She laughed her insane laughter once more and I heard Myra cry out.
I couldn&#8217;t take it for another second and I stalked over to the stairwell, jamming the walkie-talkie into my back pocket. I would be able to make it there in about twenty minutes if I ran, though what I would encounter I wasn&#8217;t sure.
'Hold up,&#8221; Himchan's grip on my arm pulled me back, preventing me from leaving the building. 'Just where do you think you're going?'
'Where the hell do you think?' I yelled and waved the walkie-talkie in the air. 'Hello? Do you really think I'm going to leave Myra with those bunch of crazies?'
'Well, obviously not but it'd be pretty damn stupid of you to storm over there with no team or anything even remotely resembling a plan, don't you think?'
I groaned, twisting my arm to get it out of his iron grip, &#8216;Just- shut up and let me go.&#8217;
'Stop being an idiot and listen to me!' he barked sharply. 'We have to strategize or we'll all be dead as soon as we enter. Then we'd obviously have zero chance of rescuing Myra. You don't want that, do you?'
I groaned once more, but understood his logic.
'Fine then. Call a meeting. I want everyone to be present,' I finally succeeded in pulling my arm out of his grip. 'Ten minutes from now.'
***
The harsh light lighted everyone&#8217;s facial structures eerily and I studied each and everyone of their faces. Grave faces greeted my eyes and gazes met mine before dropping. I&#8217;d just broken the news of Myra&#8217;s abduction and now all we needed was a plan.
'We need a plan,' I voiced out my thoughts, my voice echoed slightly in the vast room where we kept our maps and other planning materials. 'We need a plan ASAP and I'll need every single one of you to be involved. It's not going to be easy getting her out of their claws.'
I let that sink in for a few moments before I called, &#8216;Himchan.&#8217;
He stepped out from the shadows, already bearing markers, pins and notepads in his hands.
'Let's get down to business, then, if we're going to rescue Myra by tonight.'

Warrior Part 2 (Yongguk)

'Is that seriously the best you can do?' Myra raised an eyebrow, giving me a contemptuous look with a hand on her hip.

I struggled back to my feet, gripping my wooden staff in my hand. She stepped back and shifted fluidly back into fighting stance once more, legs bent and weapon at the ready.

'Come on, we haven’t got all day,’ she smirked and prodded me with her weapon, jolting me out of my thoughts. Through the resentment I felt from her relentless teasing and the immense respect for her skill, my heart fluttered at the sight of her smile. Her wild red hair that framed her face perfectly and green eyes that sparked with mischief distracted me more than I’d like to admit during combat training.

I gave a half-hearted shrug, feigning nonchalance and said, ‘Actually we do. Boss said we’re free from schedules today.’
I readied myself and looked up in time to see her lunging at me. I dodged to the right and turned back to her, bringing my weapon down straight to her head. But she had hers already in place, blocking my attack. I strained to push my staff down. If I had one advantage over her, it would be strength and I wouldn’t let her beat me at that too.

Her brows furrowed and her arms shook with the effort to hold me back. I grinned when her arms dropped a fraction and I pulled my staff back quickly before sliding backwards to get a better distance and snapping my leg up, knocking the weapon out of her hands. She was taken by surprise, probably a first the whole day and the staff flew out her hands, landing with a clatter to her right.

She made to grab it once more but with her back turned, I now had full advantage. I extended my arms above her head and brought it down around her,almost in a back-hug, with the staff still held tightly in both my fists. I pulled my arms back, the staff catching her around her throat and pulling her flush against me.

She trashed around for a few moments, spewing curses and swearing before she finally seemed to realise that her actions were futile and said grudgingly, “You win. You can let me go now.”

I was reluctant to let her go as it would mean starting the practice all over again. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get the better of her again. And, of course, I felt like I could stand there the whole day with the feel of her against me.

released her and she turned to face me. She grinned, surprisingly not a mocking one or the sarcastic ones she normally gives me, but a real one and said, “Not bad. Round 2? See if you can do that again?”

***

‘Yah,’ the static sound of Myra’s voice buzzed through the walkie-talkie and I jumped. ‘Don’t tell me you’re daydreaming on the job.’
I pressed the button that would allow her to hear my voice and chuckled awkwardly, ‘No, just thinking..’ making her sigh with exasperation.

I grinned, looking at the walkie-talkie fondly. Five years of knowing her, not to mention three of which had been spent in a romantic relationship with her, she had not changed one bit from the girl I’d fallen head over heels for from right in the beginning.

'Gukkie,' her nickname for me still made me blush, so I was thankful we were only communicating via speaker. 'How could you slack off this way? This mission is absolutely crucial. For all you know, they could have sabotaged the data in the drive by now and-'

'I get it, I get it,' I quickly cut in before she gave another one of her lectures. 'No more slacking. Gotcha.'

Her silence made me cringe and I changed the subject, ‘Are you nearly at the fifth block?’

'Just arrived.'

'Good. Take a right now then go on straight for about two hundred metres. Turn left after that.'

'Mhmm,' she replied absentmindedly. I felt my whole body trumming with tension and I leaned nervously against the railing. She was going into enemy zone, practically a suicide mission in my opinion. But there was no other choice if we were to get back the data.

'So let me go!' I had argued with her the day before. But she had been adamant about my staying at headquarters.

'If I die it won't be much of a blow to our team. If you die, we won't have a leader and that's just going to get us in even deeper trouble,' she had reasoned with me.

I had to agree that they needed me but… I needed her and to think of her not making it back after this mission… My stomach twisted and I forced myself not to think of it. She would come back.

'Hey Guk, I think I found- Argh!' she cried out and the connection cut off. I immediately straightened up and called frantically into my walkie-talkie, 'Myra? Myra, what's going on?'

'Oh, so Myra's your name?' I heard a voice which was definitely not Myra’s. A man. Laughter followed after the man’s voice. A woman this time.

'Who are you?' I asked, fear spreading through me like liquid poison.

'I'm pretty sure you know who we are,' the man replied, his voice rough and scratchy. 'Because we sure as hell know what you’re doing in our territory.’

I heard a footstep behind me and saw my lifelong best friend, Kim Himchan behind me. He was my second-in-command as well as a genius in strategizing. His eyes were on the walkie-talkie in my hand and his mouth hung open slightly with horror as he listened.

'So we'll just keep little Myra here, shall we?' the woman's voice sounded breathy and filled with malice. She laughed her insane laughter once more and I heard Myra cry out.

I couldn’t take it for another second and I stalked over to the stairwell, jamming the walkie-talkie into my back pocket. I would be able to make it there in about twenty minutes if I ran, though what I would encounter I wasn’t sure.

'Hold up,” Himchan's grip on my arm pulled me back, preventing me from leaving the building. 'Just where do you think you're going?'

'Where the hell do you think?' I yelled and waved the walkie-talkie in the air. 'Hello? Do you really think I'm going to leave Myra with those bunch of crazies?'

'Well, obviously not but it'd be pretty damn stupid of you to storm over there with no team or anything even remotely resembling a plan, don't you think?'

I groaned, twisting my arm to get it out of his iron grip, ‘Just- shut up and let me go.’

'Stop being an idiot and listen to me!' he barked sharply. 'We have to strategize or we'll all be dead as soon as we enter. Then we'd obviously have zero chance of rescuing Myra. You don't want that, do you?'

I groaned once more, but understood his logic.

'Fine then. Call a meeting. I want everyone to be present,' I finally succeeded in pulling my arm out of his grip. 'Ten minutes from now.'

***

The harsh light lighted everyone’s facial structures eerily and I studied each and everyone of their faces. Grave faces greeted my eyes and gazes met mine before dropping. I’d just broken the news of Myra’s abduction and now all we needed was a plan.

'We need a plan,' I voiced out my thoughts, my voice echoed slightly in the vast room where we kept our maps and other planning materials. 'We need a plan ASAP and I'll need every single one of you to be involved. It's not going to be easy getting her out of their claws.'

I let that sink in for a few moments before I called, ‘Himchan.’

He stepped out from the shadows, already bearing markers, pins and notepads in his hands.

'Let's get down to business, then, if we're going to rescue Myra by tonight.'

Warrior Part 1 (Zelo)
It was a deadly still night. As deadly as the girl that flitted from shadow to shadow. She was just a momentary flash of darkness whipping past before she disappeared into the safety of the shadows once more.
In the silence, there was a sudden scuffling sound followed by a muffled shout and a dull thud. She stood looking down at the unconscious man sprawled at her feet with a bruise immediately blooming on his left temple. He was probably a member of the enemy gang patrolling their area of the town.
Well, too bad he was absolutely pathetic, she thought.
She stepped lightly over him and continued on her way to the rendezvous point. She had wasted enough time, what with the delay of the mission and now this man.
The lights flickered dimly in the train station and she winced with each step she took. Out in the streets, it had been easier to keep her footsteps silent but in here&#8230; Every step she took practically screamed 'Come get me!'
She breathed a small sigh of relief when she arrived at the deserted train tracks. But as she looked around and realised just how empty it was, she rolled her eyes and give a huff of annoyance.
"That little brat," she muttered angrily and kicked a loose pebble. "If I&#8217;d known you would give that &#8216;fashionably late&#8217; bullshit I woudn&#8217;t have-"
"Wouldn&#8217;t have completed the mission?" she spun around and spotted Zelo leaning against the wall. His black on black clothing stood out against the white tiled walls and his blue-black hair glinted beneath the dim lights. His teeth flashed as he shot a grin at her before straightening up.
"I didn&#8217;t say that," she said tightly before reaching into her inner jacket pocket to pull out the box she&#8217;d collected on the mission.
"Please, Vickie," he raised an eyebrow at her. "You didn&#8217;t have to say anything."
"Whatever, just take this and we can both head on home to sleep."
He stepped away from the wall and strode over to her. She couldn&#8217;t help but admire his tall frame and he turned his head to the side, allowing her to catch a glimpse of his numerous ear piercings as he cracked his knuckles, just in time to see the gun aimed straight at them.
"Vickie, move!" he leaped at her and knocked her to the ground as the first shot rang out, echoing along the tunnel. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he pulled out his gun from his waistband and shot wildly in the direction of the shooter.
He heard a grunt of pain and saw the man slump against the wall, groaning with pain.
"Let&#8217;s go," he grabbed Vickie&#8217;s hand, pushing away thoughts of how soft her hand felt and pulled her up. He dragged her after him and out of the corner of his eye, he saw he slip her gun out discreetly as they zigzagged through numerous tunnels and transits.
They made it out the train station and dashed across the street. Zelo was breathing hard and his leg dragged as they ran. When they finally stopped in an alley in their territory, he leaned against the wall and slid to the ground with a grimace. His hair was a mess with strands of blue stuck to his pale, sweaty face.
"Where&#8217;d the bullet get you?" he opened his eyes when he heard her voice. He&#8217;d nearly forgotten that Vickie was there.
"Left shin," he muttered, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back to rest against the wall. He felt dizzy from the blood loss and all the running they did. His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers probing against his leg.
He cried out and jerked his leg away when her fingers slid over the wound.
"Stop moving," she commanded. He complied and sat still once more as she carefully rolled his pants leg up.
She leaned away to pull her jacket off and she was tugging on the hem of her shirt when she felt Zelo grip her wrist.
"What are you doing?"
She twisted her arm out of his grip and replied, &#8220;I need to wrap your leg. We need to get back to headquarters and I can&#8217;t have you leaving a trail for them to follow, can I?&#8221;
She pulled her shirt over her head. Zelo flushed and tried to avoid looking at her. He looked at the ground, up at the sky, at the uneven walls, anything to distract himself from her half bare form before him. He glanced at her and immediately his eyes shot back up to the lizard on the wall he had been staring at for the past minutes. She was slim but the muscles in her arm stood out displaying her strength as she shredded strips of cloth.
He yelped when he felt pressure on his wound and looked down to see her wrapping the cloth around his leg to bandage it.
"You&#8217;re lucky it just skimmed your skin," she said, not noticing his open staring at her.
He cleared his throat and looked away, &#8220;Yeah, I guess.&#8221; He cursed the slight shakiness in his voice.
She didn&#8217;t seem to notice as she finished wrapping his leg and gave him a pat on the knee before shrugging her leather jacket back on. He shakily stood up and tested his weight on his leg. He felt a stab of pain but kept his face impassive when Vickie turned to assess his condition.
"Let&#8217;s go then," she seemed satisfied with what she saw and headed down the alley. Zelo limped behind her, doing his best not to make a sound. Several alleys later, Vickie finally turned to him, gnawing on her lip.
"You&#8217;re making too much noise," she said almost apologetically.
"Well, I&#8217;m sorry," he snapped. "Maybe I should&#8217;ve let your brains get exploded out of your head instead? Then maybe I&#8217;d be more quiet on the way back wouldn&#8217;t I?"
She was silent. He couldn&#8217;t read her expression as her face was shrouded by the shadows but from her uncomfortable stance, he knew he&#8217;d made her feel bad.
He half sighed, half growled. Why did she make him feel bad about making her feel bad?
"Sorry," he muttered.
"That&#8217;s okay," her voice was completely neutral. "And I wasn&#8217;t trying to insult you, by the way. I was just about to suggest if we should do a Mike."
In spite of his pain and feeling bad about snapping at her, he snorted with suppressed laughter. Mike was one of the agents in their gang. During one of his first missions, he had hot-wired a car, intending for a quick escape but with his horrible driving skills, ended up ramming right into a police patrol car.
"I hope you don&#8217;t intend getting busted by the police, though."
"No worries."
In a matter of minutes, Zelo was sitting with relief in the passenger seat as Vickie zoomed through the familiar streets. His leg was still throbbing but it wasn&#8217;t as bad as before.
"Since when did you obey road rules?" he joked when they stopped at a red light.
"Oh, shut up," she laughed just before the glass window in the back exploded into millions of little shards.
She revved the engine and took off down the road as two motorcycles speeded after them. The car tyres squealed against the road as she took a sharp turn and flew through the alleyway.
She was cursing beneath her breath as she tried to shake the two of them off her trail. Zelo was gripping the back of his seat so tightly his knuckles were white as he stared at the motorcyclists.
He squinted past the headlights and noticed a flash of wild red hair backlit by the headlights of the other motorcycle. Red hair that he&#8217;d know anywhere.
"Wait, Vickie! It&#8217;s Myra noona and Yongguk hyung!" he yelled over the engine of the car and the motorcycles.
"You sure?" she sounded sceptical and didn&#8217;t ease her pressure on the accelerator.
"Yes, I&#8217;m sure. Just turn on the hazard lights and slow down."
She did as she was told and slowed down, coming to a stop.
"Hyung!" Zelo shouted, throwing the car door open. "Noona!"
Vickie got out as well and cautiously approached to two motorcyclists clambering off their vehicles. Zelo rushed towards them and immediately the smaller one, female, lifted her gun, aiming it at him.
"Noona, it&#8217;s me. Chill," he stopped and took a step back with his hands lifted to his ears.
"Myra," the taller one said in a deep voice as he pulled his helmet off. Vickie recognised it immediately as the voice belonging to their gang leader, Bang Yongguk.
Myra lowered her arms and lifted her helmet off as well, shaking back her hair. She was beautiful, with red hair tumbling down her back in waves and her sea green eyes, yet she happened to be one of the most lethal agents, even rivalling that of Yongguk.
"We didn&#8217;t expect anyone to be out on the roads at this hour," her voice was the opposite of Yongguk&#8217;s. Ringing and sharp but with a similar dangerous edge to it.
Zelo glanced back at Vickie before he turned back to Myra and said haltingly, &#8220;We got a little&#8230; Held up.&#8221;
Myra&#8217;s gaze shifted over to Vickie and she said, &#8220;The mission? Was it successful?&#8221;
Vickie nodded and fumbled in her pockets before she froze. She frantically felt around in her pockets once more but nothing changed. The box was gone.
"It&#8217;s gone," her voice was hollow and she looked up to meet three incredulous stares.
"But ho-" Zelo broke off and tilted his head up, pinching the bridge of his nose. He remembered now. The shooting at the train station. Vickie had been about to pass it to him and must have dropped it. He quickly relayed what had happened to Yongguk and Myra, their faces stony.
Myra shifted her weight and shook her hair back with a laugh. A dangerous one. Yongguk looked up to meet her eyes and the exhanged a glance full of understanding.
"We&#8217;ll just have to get it back, then," she smiled and though it wasn&#8217;t a very pleasant one, she still managed to look stunning. She looked over to Zelo and Vickie and they replied her with acknowledging nods.
"Mission W02, commence?" Yongguk said with a grin.

Warrior Part 1 (Zelo)

It was a deadly still night. As deadly as the girl that flitted from shadow to shadow. She was just a momentary flash of darkness whipping past before she disappeared into the safety of the shadows once more.

In the silence, there was a sudden scuffling sound followed by a muffled shout and a dull thud. She stood looking down at the unconscious man sprawled at her feet with a bruise immediately blooming on his left temple. He was probably a member of the enemy gang patrolling their area of the town.

Well, too bad he was absolutely pathetic, she thought.

She stepped lightly over him and continued on her way to the rendezvous point. She had wasted enough time, what with the delay of the mission and now this man.

The lights flickered dimly in the train station and she winced with each step she took. Out in the streets, it had been easier to keep her footsteps silent but in here… Every step she took practically screamed 'Come get me!'

She breathed a small sigh of relief when she arrived at the deserted train tracks. But as she looked around and realised just how empty it was, she rolled her eyes and give a huff of annoyance.

"That little brat," she muttered angrily and kicked a loose pebble. "If I’d known you would give that ‘fashionably late’ bullshit I woudn’t have-"

"Wouldn’t have completed the mission?" she spun around and spotted Zelo leaning against the wall. His black on black clothing stood out against the white tiled walls and his blue-black hair glinted beneath the dim lights. His teeth flashed as he shot a grin at her before straightening up.

"I didn’t say that," she said tightly before reaching into her inner jacket pocket to pull out the box she’d collected on the mission.

"Please, Vickie," he raised an eyebrow at her. "You didn’t have to say anything."

"Whatever, just take this and we can both head on home to sleep."

He stepped away from the wall and strode over to her. She couldn’t help but admire his tall frame and he turned his head to the side, allowing her to catch a glimpse of his numerous ear piercings as he cracked his knuckles, just in time to see the gun aimed straight at them.

"Vickie, move!" he leaped at her and knocked her to the ground as the first shot rang out, echoing along the tunnel. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he pulled out his gun from his waistband and shot wildly in the direction of the shooter.

He heard a grunt of pain and saw the man slump against the wall, groaning with pain.

"Let’s go," he grabbed Vickie’s hand, pushing away thoughts of how soft her hand felt and pulled her up. He dragged her after him and out of the corner of his eye, he saw he slip her gun out discreetly as they zigzagged through numerous tunnels and transits.

They made it out the train station and dashed across the street. Zelo was breathing hard and his leg dragged as they ran. When they finally stopped in an alley in their territory, he leaned against the wall and slid to the ground with a grimace. His hair was a mess with strands of blue stuck to his pale, sweaty face.

"Where’d the bullet get you?" he opened his eyes when he heard her voice. He’d nearly forgotten that Vickie was there.

"Left shin," he muttered, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back to rest against the wall. He felt dizzy from the blood loss and all the running they did. His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers probing against his leg.

He cried out and jerked his leg away when her fingers slid over the wound.

"Stop moving," she commanded. He complied and sat still once more as she carefully rolled his pants leg up.

She leaned away to pull her jacket off and she was tugging on the hem of her shirt when she felt Zelo grip her wrist.

"What are you doing?"

She twisted her arm out of his grip and replied, “I need to wrap your leg. We need to get back to headquarters and I can’t have you leaving a trail for them to follow, can I?”

She pulled her shirt over her head. Zelo flushed and tried to avoid looking at her. He looked at the ground, up at the sky, at the uneven walls, anything to distract himself from her half bare form before him. He glanced at her and immediately his eyes shot back up to the lizard on the wall he had been staring at for the past minutes. She was slim but the muscles in her arm stood out displaying her strength as she shredded strips of cloth.

He yelped when he felt pressure on his wound and looked down to see her wrapping the cloth around his leg to bandage it.

"You’re lucky it just skimmed your skin," she said, not noticing his open staring at her.

He cleared his throat and looked away, “Yeah, I guess.” He cursed the slight shakiness in his voice.

She didn’t seem to notice as she finished wrapping his leg and gave him a pat on the knee before shrugging her leather jacket back on. He shakily stood up and tested his weight on his leg. He felt a stab of pain but kept his face impassive when Vickie turned to assess his condition.

"Let’s go then," she seemed satisfied with what she saw and headed down the alley. Zelo limped behind her, doing his best not to make a sound. Several alleys later, Vickie finally turned to him, gnawing on her lip.

"You’re making too much noise," she said almost apologetically.

"Well, I’m sorry," he snapped. "Maybe I should’ve let your brains get exploded out of your head instead? Then maybe I’d be more quiet on the way back wouldn’t I?"

She was silent. He couldn’t read her expression as her face was shrouded by the shadows but from her uncomfortable stance, he knew he’d made her feel bad.

He half sighed, half growled. Why did she make him feel bad about making her feel bad?

"Sorry," he muttered.

"That’s okay," her voice was completely neutral. "And I wasn’t trying to insult you, by the way. I was just about to suggest if we should do a Mike."

In spite of his pain and feeling bad about snapping at her, he snorted with suppressed laughter. Mike was one of the agents in their gang. During one of his first missions, he had hot-wired a car, intending for a quick escape but with his horrible driving skills, ended up ramming right into a police patrol car.

"I hope you don’t intend getting busted by the police, though."

"No worries."

In a matter of minutes, Zelo was sitting with relief in the passenger seat as Vickie zoomed through the familiar streets. His leg was still throbbing but it wasn’t as bad as before.

"Since when did you obey road rules?" he joked when they stopped at a red light.

"Oh, shut up," she laughed just before the glass window in the back exploded into millions of little shards.

She revved the engine and took off down the road as two motorcycles speeded after them. The car tyres squealed against the road as she took a sharp turn and flew through the alleyway.

She was cursing beneath her breath as she tried to shake the two of them off her trail. Zelo was gripping the back of his seat so tightly his knuckles were white as he stared at the motorcyclists.

He squinted past the headlights and noticed a flash of wild red hair backlit by the headlights of the other motorcycle. Red hair that he’d know anywhere.

"Wait, Vickie! It’s Myra noona and Yongguk hyung!" he yelled over the engine of the car and the motorcycles.

"You sure?" she sounded sceptical and didn’t ease her pressure on the accelerator.

"Yes, I’m sure. Just turn on the hazard lights and slow down."

She did as she was told and slowed down, coming to a stop.

"Hyung!" Zelo shouted, throwing the car door open. "Noona!"

Vickie got out as well and cautiously approached to two motorcyclists clambering off their vehicles. Zelo rushed towards them and immediately the smaller one, female, lifted her gun, aiming it at him.

"Noona, it’s me. Chill," he stopped and took a step back with his hands lifted to his ears.

"Myra," the taller one said in a deep voice as he pulled his helmet off. Vickie recognised it immediately as the voice belonging to their gang leader, Bang Yongguk.

Myra lowered her arms and lifted her helmet off as well, shaking back her hair. She was beautiful, with red hair tumbling down her back in waves and her sea green eyes, yet she happened to be one of the most lethal agents, even rivalling that of Yongguk.

"We didn’t expect anyone to be out on the roads at this hour," her voice was the opposite of Yongguk’s. Ringing and sharp but with a similar dangerous edge to it.

Zelo glanced back at Vickie before he turned back to Myra and said haltingly, “We got a little… Held up.”

Myra’s gaze shifted over to Vickie and she said, “The mission? Was it successful?”

Vickie nodded and fumbled in her pockets before she froze. She frantically felt around in her pockets once more but nothing changed. The box was gone.

"It’s gone," her voice was hollow and she looked up to meet three incredulous stares.

"But ho-" Zelo broke off and tilted his head up, pinching the bridge of his nose. He remembered now. The shooting at the train station. Vickie had been about to pass it to him and must have dropped it. He quickly relayed what had happened to Yongguk and Myra, their faces stony.

Myra shifted her weight and shook her hair back with a laugh. A dangerous one. Yongguk looked up to meet her eyes and the exhanged a glance full of understanding.

"We’ll just have to get it back, then," she smiled and though it wasn’t a very pleasant one, she still managed to look stunning. She looked over to Zelo and Vickie and they replied her with acknowledging nods.

"Mission W02, commence?" Yongguk said with a grin.

It&#8217;s You (Kai)
The wind whipped my hair across my face as I stared unblinkingly at the raging water beneath. I was shuddering but not from the cold of the winter breeze. It was remembering the thundering shouts and screams that were exchanged between my parents nearly every second of the day that shook me. As well as the beating I got resulting from an especially bad argument between them.
Today was the day I decided that I would escape. Escape life and embrace freedom.
Because nobody cared. There were those who acted as if they did but in the end, reality always breaks through. Reality showed me the ugly truth and no amount of beautiful fantasies could cover up the horrible reality beneath.
I looked up and breathed in the fresh air around me, saying goodbye to the world I&#8217;d always known.
I was at the river which I&#8217;d visited since my childhood years. I remembered splashing in the water at the river bank at the age of five with my mother. Now, eleven years later, that river bank was just a reminder of how broken my family has become.
I stretch a foot out from where I was standing on the railing of the bridge. I wobbled slightly and felt my heart beating rapidly at the sight of my foot hovering above the rolling, grey water beneath.
Hesitating, I look towards the white frosted trees. The snow had built up on the branches which looked as if they were about to snap at any moment. I recalled climbing those trees during springtime and how my father would sit me on his shoulders so I got touch the fluttering emerald green leaves.
Now, staring at those trees made me flinch as I thought of my father with his harsh words and stinging slaps. Looking at those trees now, that was the moment I saw him.
His eyes were huge and brown, taking up nearly half of his face and his brownish black hair curled slightly to frame his face. He must have been at least a year or two older than me but the innocence shining through his eyes made him look years younger.
His orb-like eyes drifted from mine down to the railing I was standing on and on to my leg stretched out to take my last step.
"What are you doing?" his voice was just as angelic as his face and he looked back into my eyes.
My head spun as I stared back at him. What was I doing? What exactly was it that I was trying to do?
"Wh- What does it look like?"
His head tilted to the side and he looked puzzled for one second. &#8220;It looks like you want to jump,&#8221; he sounded questioning and confused.
I bit my lip. They way he said it&#8230; Made it sound as if I&#8217;d actually be making a mistake. But in reply to him, I nodded.
"Why?" his question hung in the air between us. It chilled me deeper than the winter cold did, making me doubt myself.
"Because nobody cares," I found myself saying.
His brows furrowed and he took a step towards me. My eyes widened and I automatically wanted to move away. Away from this boy who made me rethink everything which I had been so sure was set in stone. I wobbled dangerously from my position and the railing and he stopped, his arms stretched out as if he wanted to catch me.
"Whoa, there," he was trying to calm me down, obviously thinking I was trying to jump to my death but I could hear the undercurrent of panic beneath. "Hold up, what if I said that people do care?"
I had steadied myself with both feet on the railing by now but his words sent me reeling and I flailed my arms, trying to steady my self once more. I could feel myself losing my balance, slipping on the icy railing before I felt warm hands close around my waist and pull me back to safety.
Safety? But hadn&#8217;t escape from this world been my trip to safety all along? Had this boy here really changed everything I believed to be the revolting truth? This boy here who I&#8217;d only exchanged a mere few sentences with.
I twisted my head to the side, to find his eyes just inches from mine.
"What if I said I care?" he whispered, his eyes searching mine.
Breaking his hold on me, I stumbled away and stared at him.
"What?" I was sure I&#8217;d heard wrong. I didn&#8217;t understand at all.
"I said, what if I said I care?"
Then I ran.
***
The airport was teeming with people and I had to elbow my way through. This was the part I hated the most. The baggage reclaim.
I always felt my nerves buzzing and I got jumpy whenever my luggage took a while to arrive. I just seemed to have a constant paranoia that someone would grab my luggage and run.
I rocked back and forth on my heels and took deep breaths to calm myself. It&#8217;s just a luggage, I told myself sternly, Nobody will want to take it.
I then caught sight of it. Sky blue with a little pink ribbon tied to the handle. It took all my willpower not to dash over and grab it. Instead, I waited from my spot along the looping belt and sent glares in the direction of anyone who seemed to even glance at my bag.
My mouth flopped open when a hand easily reached out and pulled it off the belt. My luggage! I strained forward trying to get a glimpse of the person but all I saw was a broad back clad in a black sweatshirt as well as a cap seated stylishly off centre on his head.
"Excuse me," I pushed past the lady on my left and she rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. The crowd seemed determined to hold me back as I struggled through, keeping an eye on the back of the luggage thief.
The crowd finally thinned out and I ran the last few feet to catch up with him.
"Hey, you!" I shouted. "You with the blue luggage!"
That got him to stop and he turned to look at me. I skidded to a stop.
His eyes&#8230; Large, innocent and childlike eyes. Taking up most of his face. Slightly curled hair.
My saviour.
He seemed to have recognised me as well for his eyes, which I thought couldn&#8217;t get any bigger, widened with surprise.
My throat seemed to have closed up and I just gaped at him. He blinked and shuffled his feet around, clearing his throat.
"Um, you were calling me?" his voice was a little different. Deeper than it was the last time I had seen him four years ago.
"Yeah," I replied, though my voice sounded far away. His eyes seemed to be the only thing I could focus on. "I think you&#8217;ve got my luggage."
He looked down at the luggage he was pulling and I blinked, freed from his gaze. He frowned, looking absolutely adorable with his full lips and bent to read the tag on the luggage.
I leaned over to read the tag as well and immediately a wave of embarrassment swept over me. It read, &#8216;Kim Jongin.&#8217; along with his address, country and telephone number. I looked up and caught sight of him pressing his lips together, stifling a laugh.
"I think you&#8217;re mistaken," he grinned and I felt my face turning red.
"Sorry," I muttered just as the announcement was made.
"Attention. Miss Anna Jung, Flight 3002. Would you please make your way to the baggage reclaim as we have your luggage bag. I repeat&#8230;"
I ducked my head and turned away. His grip on my hand stopped me from leaving and I looked questioningly at him.
"Anna," he smiled, his eyes twinkled at me. "It was nice seeing you."
With that, he let go and walked away. I stared blankly after him before unfolding the paper he&#8217;d pressed into my hand. It was the tag from his luggage and on the back he&#8217;d written, 'It was nice meeting you again. Can we meet up sometime? Call me. Jongin.'
I looked around for him but he was nowhere in sight. I grinned and tucked the tag into my pants pocket. I couldn&#8217;t wait to get home to call him.
"Attention. Miss Anna Jung, Flight 3002. We are in possession of your luggage bag. Please make your way to the baggage reclaim immediately. Thank you."
Right after I collect my luggage, that is.

It’s You (Kai)

The wind whipped my hair across my face as I stared unblinkingly at the raging water beneath. I was shuddering but not from the cold of the winter breeze. It was remembering the thundering shouts and screams that were exchanged between my parents nearly every second of the day that shook me. As well as the beating I got resulting from an especially bad argument between them.

Today was the day I decided that I would escape. Escape life and embrace freedom.

Because nobody cared. There were those who acted as if they did but in the end, reality always breaks through. Reality showed me the ugly truth and no amount of beautiful fantasies could cover up the horrible reality beneath.

I looked up and breathed in the fresh air around me, saying goodbye to the world I’d always known.

I was at the river which I’d visited since my childhood years. I remembered splashing in the water at the river bank at the age of five with my mother. Now, eleven years later, that river bank was just a reminder of how broken my family has become.

I stretch a foot out from where I was standing on the railing of the bridge. I wobbled slightly and felt my heart beating rapidly at the sight of my foot hovering above the rolling, grey water beneath.

Hesitating, I look towards the white frosted trees. The snow had built up on the branches which looked as if they were about to snap at any moment. I recalled climbing those trees during springtime and how my father would sit me on his shoulders so I got touch the fluttering emerald green leaves.

Now, staring at those trees made me flinch as I thought of my father with his harsh words and stinging slaps. Looking at those trees now, that was the moment I saw him.

His eyes were huge and brown, taking up nearly half of his face and his brownish black hair curled slightly to frame his face. He must have been at least a year or two older than me but the innocence shining through his eyes made him look years younger.

His orb-like eyes drifted from mine down to the railing I was standing on and on to my leg stretched out to take my last step.

"What are you doing?" his voice was just as angelic as his face and he looked back into my eyes.

My head spun as I stared back at him. What was I doing? What exactly was it that I was trying to do?

"Wh- What does it look like?"

His head tilted to the side and he looked puzzled for one second. “It looks like you want to jump,” he sounded questioning and confused.

I bit my lip. They way he said it… Made it sound as if I’d actually be making a mistake. But in reply to him, I nodded.

"Why?" his question hung in the air between us. It chilled me deeper than the winter cold did, making me doubt myself.

"Because nobody cares," I found myself saying.

His brows furrowed and he took a step towards me. My eyes widened and I automatically wanted to move away. Away from this boy who made me rethink everything which I had been so sure was set in stone. I wobbled dangerously from my position and the railing and he stopped, his arms stretched out as if he wanted to catch me.

"Whoa, there," he was trying to calm me down, obviously thinking I was trying to jump to my death but I could hear the undercurrent of panic beneath. "Hold up, what if I said that people do care?"

I had steadied myself with both feet on the railing by now but his words sent me reeling and I flailed my arms, trying to steady my self once more. I could feel myself losing my balance, slipping on the icy railing before I felt warm hands close around my waist and pull me back to safety.

Safety? But hadn’t escape from this world been my trip to safety all along? Had this boy here really changed everything I believed to be the revolting truth? This boy here who I’d only exchanged a mere few sentences with.

I twisted my head to the side, to find his eyes just inches from mine.

"What if I said I care?" he whispered, his eyes searching mine.

Breaking his hold on me, I stumbled away and stared at him.

"What?" I was sure I’d heard wrong. I didn’t understand at all.

"I said, what if I said I care?"

Then I ran.

***

The airport was teeming with people and I had to elbow my way through. This was the part I hated the most. The baggage reclaim.

I always felt my nerves buzzing and I got jumpy whenever my luggage took a while to arrive. I just seemed to have a constant paranoia that someone would grab my luggage and run.

I rocked back and forth on my heels and took deep breaths to calm myself. It’s just a luggage, I told myself sternly, Nobody will want to take it.

I then caught sight of it. Sky blue with a little pink ribbon tied to the handle. It took all my willpower not to dash over and grab it. Instead, I waited from my spot along the looping belt and sent glares in the direction of anyone who seemed to even glance at my bag.

My mouth flopped open when a hand easily reached out and pulled it off the belt. My luggage! I strained forward trying to get a glimpse of the person but all I saw was a broad back clad in a black sweatshirt as well as a cap seated stylishly off centre on his head.

"Excuse me," I pushed past the lady on my left and she rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. The crowd seemed determined to hold me back as I struggled through, keeping an eye on the back of the luggage thief.

The crowd finally thinned out and I ran the last few feet to catch up with him.

"Hey, you!" I shouted. "You with the blue luggage!"

That got him to stop and he turned to look at me. I skidded to a stop.

His eyes… Large, innocent and childlike eyes. Taking up most of his face. Slightly curled hair.

My saviour.

He seemed to have recognised me as well for his eyes, which I thought couldn’t get any bigger, widened with surprise.

My throat seemed to have closed up and I just gaped at him. He blinked and shuffled his feet around, clearing his throat.

"Um, you were calling me?" his voice was a little different. Deeper than it was the last time I had seen him four years ago.

"Yeah," I replied, though my voice sounded far away. His eyes seemed to be the only thing I could focus on. "I think you’ve got my luggage."

He looked down at the luggage he was pulling and I blinked, freed from his gaze. He frowned, looking absolutely adorable with his full lips and bent to read the tag on the luggage.

I leaned over to read the tag as well and immediately a wave of embarrassment swept over me. It read, ‘Kim Jongin.’ along with his address, country and telephone number. I looked up and caught sight of him pressing his lips together, stifling a laugh.

"I think you’re mistaken," he grinned and I felt my face turning red.

"Sorry," I muttered just as the announcement was made.

"Attention. Miss Anna Jung, Flight 3002. Would you please make your way to the baggage reclaim as we have your luggage bag. I repeat…"

I ducked my head and turned away. His grip on my hand stopped me from leaving and I looked questioningly at him.

"Anna," he smiled, his eyes twinkled at me. "It was nice seeing you."

With that, he let go and walked away. I stared blankly after him before unfolding the paper he’d pressed into my hand. It was the tag from his luggage and on the back he’d written, 'It was nice meeting you again. Can we meet up sometime? Call me. Jongin.'


I looked around for him but he was nowhere in sight. I grinned and tucked the tag into my pants pocket. I couldn’t wait to get home to call him.

"Attention. Miss Anna Jung, Flight 3002. We are in possession of your luggage bag. Please make your way to the baggage reclaim immediately. Thank you."

Right after I collect my luggage, that is.

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The babble of the crowd around you and the purr of the vehicles were nothing compared to the thud of your pulse ringing in your ears. You could feel your chest rising and falling with the quickness of your breaths.

Fear. You could feel it rushing through your very veins as you continued to meet his eyes.

He was as strikingly good-looking as he had always been. You’d known that ever since the first time you set your eyes upon him. But it was only later that you’d come to notice the iciness in his eyes. An iciness that chilled you to the very bone and caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand.

Another thrill of fear shot through you as his lips curved slowly up into a smile. He reached up and adjusted the hat resting lightly on his stylish brown hair before he stood from his seat on the low wall.

You stumbled backwards immediately, your eyes widening. You spun and began to run as fast as you could. You were beyond frightened now. You were absolutely terrified. The very idea of being back in his clutches was what spurred you on as you dodged passers-by and lamp posts. It was hopeless, though. You knew he’d get you. It didn’t matter what you did. DaeHyun always got what he wanted.

You chanced a glance behind and choked out a scream. He was sprinting hard and gaining on you. His eyes were set and determined, his movements light and precise.

You turned back forward and promptly crashed into a middle-aged man. He stared at you with an irate expression and you were about to dodge around him when you felt a pair of strong arms close around you waist.

"I’m very sorry, sir," his velvet voice sounded just behind you. "We were just fooling around and got a little carried away, isn’t that right, honey?"

His nails bit into the skin of your waist, your cue to answer. You smiled at the man with a false cheeriness and chirped shakily, “Y-yeah, I’m sorry.”

The man hesitated and for a split second you hoped he had seen through your facade. No such luck. He gave a small nod before walking on.

You were frozen, watching him walk away and feeling DaeHyun’s breaths against the back of your head.

"Hello again, princess," he breathed, leaning down so his lips just barely brushed against your ear making you shudder.

"Get. Away. From me," you tried to sound unafraid but it came out as a squeak instead.

He chuckled, the voice sending you years back. A time when you had put every last bit of your trust in him. You had trusted him with your heart and all he’d done was crush it beneath the sole of those designer sneakers of his.

"Surely not so soon after I just found you again? We’ve barely had time to catch up. And I’d like to know just how you escaped me and managed to evade me for this long. You could come over to my place for a coffee."

With that, you knew it was over. Looking up into his hypnotisingly dark eyes, you knew you’d never be able to escape again.

Artist: Kris

Song: Kris trolling
Plays: 25,817

exo-body-porn:

kris-wu:

Kris trolling

Kris: …It is hot in here!
Fans:  *screams*
Kris: Uh, I mean the weather, not you guys
Fans: ajdsfaksjdfasdfa
Kris: … just kidding just kidding
Kris: YOU GUYS ARE HOT!

YOURE A DOUCHECRAP

Sorry~

I haven’t been updating lately and for that I’m so, so sorry. The thing is, I have absolutely no idea what has gotten into my laptop but yeah, it’s spoiled. Like, I can’t switch it on .________. I’m typing this post on my phone and it’s taking forever just to type this >_

2NE1 {expectation vs reality}

(Source: mame-v)

Favorite moment of 2012

unlimitedreality:

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(Source: no-sam-i-am)

Pre-Debut (Tao, LuHan, Kris)

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“GeGe,” Tao whined, lugging two handheld bags and a roller bag. “Help me. It’s so heavy!”

“I told you that you over packed!” Kris sighed exasperatedly. “We’re only going to be here for three days! Why’d you need five boxers and eight shirts? Not to mention your two pairs of sneakers! How many times are you going to change in one day?”

“Well, the pink and blue one is for dinner tonight. And the baby blue one is for the beach tomorrow. After the beach I’ll change into the purple and white one Han GeGe got me last year. And then the red one…”

“Please,” LuHan groaned. “I don’t want to know your clothing schedule.”

“But YiFan GeGe asked…”

“It was a rhetorical question, Tao.”

“Oh…”

“Now,” Kris continued, looking around. “We can either take a taxi or we could go take the subway. The station shouldn’t be too far from here. Maybe a ten minute wa-”

“Let’s take a taxi,” Tao interrupted, earning himself a glare from Kris.

“Yeah, let’s just take a taxi,” LuHan hastily cut in before Kris could strangle Tao to death. “I don’t think I’m up for a walk either.”

Kris huffed in annoyance and looked above the crowd of heads for a taxi, using his gigantic height to his advantage. Tao took the opportunity to shoot LuHan a grateful, though a little sheepish, smile.

“Thanks,” he mouthed.

LuHan smiled and poked his cheek lightly in response.

“TAXI!” Kris boomed, making the his two companions jump with fright. “Come on! Let’s go!”

They bumped along earning glares and muttered curses thrown at them as they clumsily made their way to the taxi.

“Whew! Finally!” they stuffed the last luggage in the boot and slammed the cover shut.

“Where to?” the taxi driver drawled lazily after they got into the taxi with Kris in the passenger seat and the other two in the back.

Kris gave him the name of the hotel and they were soon zooming along the highway.

“GeGe,” Tao squeaked, gripping tightly onto Kris’ seat in front of him. “Can you ask him to slow down? I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Ground! SOLID GROUND!” LuHan cried joyfully after tumbling out the taxi and landing in a heap on the ground.

“That was the worst… Ride… EVER,” Tao mumbled, stumbling slightly. “I swear my life flashed before my eyes and so did pictures of us in a ditch. DEAD.”

“Well aren’t you a happy little ray of sunshine?” Kris replied drily as he handed the taxi driver the money.

“Nah, I prefer Rainbow of Doom.”

“GROUND. SOLID GROUND,” LuHan obliviously continued to bless the ground and praise the heavens.

“GeGe, I think Han GeGe has gone mad,” Tao whispered not-so-subtly to Kris who gave a roll of his eyes.

“It suits his evil scientist hair.”

“That means you should be balding, GeGe,” Tao told Kris.

“Why?” Kris raised an eyebrow at him.

“Because you behave like an old man.”

“Why you little-”

“GROUND. SOLID GROUND!”

“Thanks, Han GeGe,” Tao sulked in the corner of the lift.

“I’m sorry!” LuHan apologised once again.

“I can’t believe you let YiFan GeGe strangle me like that!”

“I didn’t even touch you!” Kris protested. “I was just reaching for you!”

“And now the image of you with your nostrils flared, eyes wide and hands extended towards my delicate throat will forever be etched in my traumatised brain,” Tao said dramatically.

“I’m glad you’ll remember me to your death bed.”

“I’ll just remember your face. Not your name.”

“Fine by me.”

“We’re here!” LuHan thrilled, cutting across Tao’s reply as the lift doors slid open with a ding.

He ran forward ahead of the two and stood hopping in front of the door waiting for Kris to unlock it.

Click.

“Whoa,” LuHan and Tao gasped simultaneously.

The hotel room was more like an apartment than a room. There was a living room equipped with plush sofas and a huge flat-screen TV. On the right was a modern kitchen was shiny stoves and a mini fridge. On the left was their room. There was a single bed and a double bed.

The three of them glanced among each other before lunging for the single bed.

“I REACHED FIRST!” Tao’s yell came out muffled because his face was squished flat against the mattress as LuHan and Kris lay over him.

“NO! I TOUCHED THE BLANKET FIRST!” LuHan retorted.

“I’m the tallest here so I should have a bed to myself,” Kris declared.

“I’m the oldest,” LuHan countered.

“I’m the youngest,” Tao mumbled.

“Tao’s got a point,” Kris said thoughtfully.

LuHan stared at Kris questioningly.

“So he should sleep on the sofa outside!” Kris concluded with a smirk.

“WHAT?” Tao pushed his face up and glared at Kris who just grinned.

He looked back and forth between LuHan and Kris’ faces as they continued to grin evilly at him.

He sighed, “You guys are the worst Geges in the history of GeGes.”

“Tao!” LuHan called.

“Yes, GeGe?” Tao walked towards LuHan’s voice and found LuHan standing in front of the dressing table with his phone in his hand.

“Let’s take a picture!” LuHan smiled.

“But YiFan GeGe said we have to leave in five minutes…”

“So let’s hurry! YIFAN!” LuHan hollered Kris’ name.

“Yeah?”

“We’re taking pictures! Come on!”

Kris strolled in and leaned against the doorway.

“Come on, GeGe!” Tao gestured for Kris to come closer.

“You two take a picture together first. I’ll take one with Tao after.”

LuHan and Tao turned to the mirror and LuHan snapped the picture.

“Okay, GeGe!” Tao grinned at Kris. “Your turn!”

Kris walked over and took the phone. Leaning forward, he shook his head a little, allowing his bangs to fall just above his eyes which were fixated on the screen.

“One, two, three,” Kris counted down and pressed the ‘Capture’ button.

“Nice face, Tao.”

Goodnight (LuHan)

“Damn it. Damn it all!” you groaned and gripped your head in frustration.

The customers in the quiet, little cafe you were in glared daggers at you for disrupting their peace. It was a mild, spring day and yet, here you were. Freaking out for a test the next day.

You took in deep breaths to calm yourself down before looking back at the numerous facts scribbled in your notebook. You were beginning to go with the flow and starting to take in more information when the door to the cafe flew open with a bang and a group of boys walked in.

You rolled your eyes when you saw them. They were the bunch of ‘populars’ from your high school. They called themselves EXO and expected to be treated like kings. Although honestly, several of them weren’t so bad. Take Kris for example. He sure looked like a bad boy but you had been paired with him for a chemistry experiment once. He wasn’t as arrogant as he looked, even giving a smile at times. No, Kris definitely wasn’t that bad a person.

The worst of the worst had to be the innocent looking one. LuHan. The transfer from Beijing. He had immediately drawn attention, especially from the girls, the very second he set foot into the school. He knew how to wrap girls around his finger and play them like a cat with a mouse. Luckily, you and your friends were the few ones who seemed immune to his charms and stayed well out of his way.

You sighed and tried focusing on your notes again but you heard that annoying ChanYeol, or CreepYeol as you preferred to call him, hollering at the top of his lungs.

“AYO KREASEEE,” he called across from the counter at a stony-faced Kris who had taken a seat at a booth. “WHAT WAS IT YOU WANTED AGAIN?”

You groaned and covered your ears as you heard the second biggest player after LuHan guffaw at something Chen said.

“Man, you are hilarious!” SuHo clapped Chen on the back.

It was absolute chaos and you noticed other customers gathering up their belongings and leaving. You were tempted to do the same but you knew you had nowhere else to go. The library was closed, your roommate had brought her boyfriend over to your shared apartment again and your other friends were out shopping.

You just hoped these male bimbos would leave soon.

“KyungSoo,” Kai waved D.O. over and patted the spot beside him. You honestly wondered if he was gay sometimes.

“YAH. TAO, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BRINGING THOSE NUNCHUCKS OUT WITH YOU? YOU’RE FREAKING MINSEOK OUT!” Lay snapped at an apologetic looking Tao.

“YEOL, MY DRINK! WATCH WERE YOU FLAIL THOSE POLES YOU CALL YOUR ARMS,” BaekHyun shrieked at a stretching ChanYeol.

“NO! GET HIM AWAY FROM ME,” XiuMin scrambled away from Tao.

“That girl was hot!” SuHo exclaimed over the noise to SeHun. “Why’d you dump her?”

“GAH, MY PANTS, YOU EGGHEAD. THAT COFFEE STAIN WILL NEVER COME OUT!” BaekHyun grabbed napkins and began patting his lap as ChanYeol apologised profusely beside him.

“MINSEOK, WILL YOU JUST CHILL? BAEKHYUN, THOSE PANTS ARE HORRIBLE ANYWAY SO STOP SCREAMING. KAI, STOP FLIRTING WITH D.O. IT’S CREEPING HIM OUT,” Kris’ leader instinct kicked in and he silenced them.

You mentally thanked him and focused on your notes as the low murmur or voices began again. The hushed voices got louder and you looked up in annoyance to see several of them standing. They seemed to be having a slight argument about something. You couldn’t quite catch what they were saying.

“Just do it,” you heard SuHo telling LuHan.

“Good luck, man,” Kai, the dancer, grinned and clapped LuHan on the back.

“He doesn’t need it,” SuHo laughed and shook LuHan’s hand.

You raised an eyebrow, wondering what they were up to now. LuHan turned to you. His dark hair was styled up perfectly, his dark eyes stood out behind his black frames, his black shirt and jeans clung to his lean frame nicely and his trademark polka dotted bowtie hung carelessly around his neck as he smirked in your direction.

You noticed SuHo turning to grin at an amused looking Kai as LuHan started towards you.

“Hey,” he greeted you when he stopped at your table. His voice was as sweet as honey and his eyes stared deeply into your own.

“What do you want?” you replied bluntly. You heard his friends snigger behind him.

“Nothing much. Just your company.”

“Why? Your friends are right there.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me here?”

“Hmm, yes. Yes I am.”

“Ouch. Playing hard to get I see,” he grinned. “Challenging. I like.”

“Well, you’re greasy. I don’t like,” you stood and gathered your things to leave.

“You’ll see,” he smirked. “You’ll fall for me sooner or later.”

“Don’t bet on it,” you turned on your heel and walked out the cafe.

“Han,” you called as you stepped into your apartment.

“Hey,” LuHan walked out to greet you, smiling. He opened his arms in welcome. “How was work?”

You walked into his embrace and sighed as his arms wrapped snugly around you, “Stressful. How’s HwaJin?”

“Sleeping,” he left one arm around your waist and pulled you to your daughter’s bedroom. Sure enough, you saw your daughter’s little figure curled up under her quilt, her features she inherited from LuHan lighted by the little pink nightlight she had in the corner.

“Guess what I found while you were out?” Luhan whispered so as not to wake HwaJin up.

“What?”

He led you away from the bedroom and back into the living room. He picked up an old photo album and opened it to show you one picture.

“Our first date,” he grinned. “Remember how you poured your drink on me and told me to stop being a pervert?”

You giggled and nodded, “Yeah. I also slapped you when you tried to kiss me, right?”

“It really hurt! And remember how you said you’d never fall for me? How’d that work out for you?”

“Hmm,” you said thoughtfully. “Pretty well, actually.”

He growled playfully in your ear before setting the album on the mantel, “Take that back.”

“No!” you laughed as he began tickling your sides. “I can’t deny the truth.”

“The truth is that you’re madly in love with me,” he said as he tickled you. “And I love you too.”

“Okay, okay!” you threw your hands up in defeat. “We’re a love struck couple. Happy?”

“Very.”

You plopped onto the couch, exhausted from your struggle with Luhan. You turned your head to see a dozing off LuHan. You smiled and pulled his black framed glasses off. The same glasses he had on the day he asked you out.

“Don’t sleep with your glasses on,” you chastised gently, bopping him lightly on his mop of wavy, dark hair. “You’ll spoil it.”

“Mmmm,” he murmured back in response, clearly not paying you any attention.

Sighing, you leaned against him, burying your head against his neck and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Oh yeah, I never told you this,” he mumbled and you looked up at him. “I actually liked you years before that day in the cafe.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” his eyes opened and he smiled at you. “Why do you think I dated so many girls? I wanted to attract your attention.”

“You idiot,” you nudged his shoulder with your chin. “I would’ve liked you a lot better without your reputation as a player.”

“If you even noticed me.”

“I would have! If you just asked me out in the first place.”

“I was young!” he defended. “I thought it was cool to be all hard to get and stuff. Hell, I thought it was cool to wear a random polka dotted bowtie no matter what I wore with it.”

“But you called it a fashion statement at that time. You seemed to think you were pretty hot stuff.”

“Shut up.”

“Hey, I thought you were pretty hot stuff too,” he raised his eyebrows at you. “Just a little big headed.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome, honey,” you mocked and kissed his cheek.

He rested his head on top of yours and you heard his light snores immediately begin. Looks like the both of you would be sleeping on the couch tonight.

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1) I can’t do splits.

2) I have a man voice.

3) Sleeping is my hobby.

4) The chair I’m sitting on has a Winnie the Pooh pillow on it.

5) I like Tinkerbell.