~ YeTeukHo - University!AU ~
~ YeTeukHo - University!AU ~
Spring Days || Chapter 7
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Childhood FriendsAU!, Friends to LoversAU!
Pairing: Kai x Ji-Eun (OC)
Word count: 1.4K
Summary: Friends become strangers, trust is gone, he betrays their friendship, she moves on. What if they meet again? Will they become friends or stay as strangers with memories?
Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
“A marriage between you two, you and Junmyeon.”
“What? Don’t I get a say in this?” you asked, utterly shocked. As if right on cue, the doorbell rang. Your mother moved to open while you just stared at your dad and Chae-young, who looked as shocked as you. You heard shuffling from the corridor soon after you were seated. You did nothing, just played with the food, appetite long gone. Junmyeon was like your brother. Did he know about this? Was he okay with this?
“Junmyeon, I’m sure your father told you about the alliance?” your father said, but it came out more like a question. Junmyeon looked at you, “Uh- y-yes, but I never looked at her that way. So I’m not sure where that’ll go.” this made you look at him, finally! You were glad he didn’t want this either. “What do you-” your mother asked, but you cut her off, “Me neither if you and his dad are great friends, then shouldn’t you two be okay with whatever alliance you have without marriage?” you asked glancing, at your father finally getting your thoughts out. "Ji-Eun don't talk like that-”
“Plus, I have no interest in marriage and not arranged. I don’t want to be some contract,” you added. Everyone was shocked. “We’ll discuss this later, eat.” your father calmed you down. Fiddling more than eating, you gave up.
“Junmyeon, Ji-Eun follow me.” your father gestures to his office. “So you don’t want this?” he starts, which makes you both shake your heads. “Okay, reasons?” he raises his brows. “I’ve already told you my reasoning during dinner, Sir,” Junmyeon says to which your father nods. “Yours then?” he looks at you, gaze softening the second he sees your pout. “One: I don’t wanna get married yet. Two: Never to Junmyeon, no offense.” you say turning to him, “And three: I don’t want to be a contract!” you say firmly.
“Okay.” your father says shocking both of you. “Okay?” you repeated, “It was that easy!” you added, and your father just nods. You both left the room shocked. “Do you think it’s done? Would they leave it that quick?” he asked you. “Not sure. But… I hope so!” you said you pouted.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said, going out. “The guys are having a movie night, you should join us.” he offered. “You too,” he said, looking behind you. “Sure,” Chae-young said from behind you. “You coming?” Junmyeon turned to you. “Yeah, I have another way. Oh, and could you tell Chanyeol and Baek to come to Jongin’s room? Just them both.” you requested.
Looking at you weirdly, he walked away. Grabbing Chae-young by the wrist, you led her to your room. “Why are we here?” she asked, confused. Noticing that Jongin’s bedroom window was opened, you saw two silhouettes walk in and turn the light on.
“Yeol, Baek!” you exclaimed to get their attention. “Ji-Eun? What are you- no don’t tell me you’re going to jump in?” Chanyeol shouted at your stupidness. “You’re what?” Baekhyun and Chae-young said at the same time. “All you need to do is pull me in, okay?” you said with the dumb brain of yours. “I’m not sure…” Chae-young sounded behind you. “It’s fine, it’s just a tiny leap. You’ll be fine, I promise,” you promised her.
“You better catch me!” you yelled before swinging your legs to the other side. Chanyeol pulled you by the waist and Baekhyun secured your arms. You yelped when you stepped on a toy car and you lurched forward, hitting the ground. “I’m coming…” Chae-Young said from the other side as Chanyeol helped you up.
“I’ve got you,” Baekhyun said as he helped Chae-Young in. “Your so lightweight, do you even eat?” he asked Chae-young to which she just gave a weak smile. “Let’s go down.”
Taking your usual spot on the couch, you got hooked to the tv. Meanwhile, Chae-young looked around and the only spot was beside Baekhyun on the ground.
The killer was going to the main lead, the knife already stained with blood. The scene growing intense each second, there was going to be a jump scare as you prepared yourself for it. Shutting your eyes right at the moment, but you heard a scream, but it wasn’t from the tv, it was right beside you. It was so girly that everyone started laughing. Looking beside you, you saw it was an embarrassed Jongin.
You don’t know when you slept, but the shoulder looked so inviting, and the sleep was coming in. The next morning you woke up in your old bed, right beside Chae-young. She was awake, though. “Ji-Eun, where are we? Did we get kidnapped,” she questioned you. “No. We’re still in Junmyeon’s!” you said, looking at the time on your phone. “It’s 5 am. We should go back before mom and dad realize,” she said, stirred up and out.
“Let’s wake Chanyeol up,” you spoke, which she just shook her head. You raised your eyebrows as if questioning her. “We’ll wake Jongin.” You just gaped, slightly shaking your head. But you knew she would be wrong. It was impossible to wake him up.
As you said, he wouldn’t get up, and he wasn’t alone in his bed either. Chae has been shaking him up for 7 minutes now. “See?” you gestured. “You try.” she pushed you forward. “Jongin.” you called out softly, and he just stirred a bit and murmured something along the lines, ‘go away Ji-Eun,’ Sighing, “Jongin, just wake, hm?” and that’s when his eyes fluttered open. “Ji-Eun.” he sluggishly, and you stepped back.
“Can you help us go through?” Chae-Young asked. “Sure,” he said, still sleepily. He first sent Chae-young through. Then for you, you held your hand up to signal him you could alone. “Wait.” he caught your wrist, preventing you from making any more moves. Chae-young from the other side smiled and murmured ‘just talk’ and walked out of your room.
“What?” you asked, your voice slightly wavering. “Just let me explain,” he said, giving you the puppy eyes he knew which would tip you off. “Then explain, explain why you ghosted me for over three weeks.” your voice cracked, and you didn’t continue letting him take over.
“I was scared. Minji told me she loves me, she’ll go to any lengths to have me. I was naïve, and I got scared. Then she mentioned your name one day with her friend, so I thought-” his voice cracked. “-you thought that she’ll hurt me, and you thought-” you were going to finish when he cut you off. “I thought it would be good if I ignored you.”
“That’s stupid,” you said bluntly. “I know, I should’ve told you.” Jongin breathed as he looked sideways. “Then, why didn’t you call me for the past two years?” you asked. “It’s not something to talk about over the phone,” he explained. “You’re an idiot,” you said as you hugged him, finally content. “I know, but you still love me,” he said, wrapping his arms around you.
“I think I shouldn’t forgive you that easily for something like that.” you pulled back and declared. “Goddammit! You just made up Ji-Eun! Fight later.” Chen whined from the bed. “Help me through.” you smiled, and he lifted you over.
When you came to your side, you waved him a bye and fell on your bed, giggling like a teenager. You might’ve forgiven him too quick, but you were impatient. And Minji, you swore to yourself that you’d kill her when you see her next time.
Just as your eyes were closing, Chae-young came and jumped on you. “Looking at your smile, I think you guys fixed it?” she teased. Turning away from her, you buried yourself in your blankets and finally slept.
“Ji-Eun, Chae-young, wake up!” you heard someone call out, but you didn’t wake up, turning over to Chae-young you draped your leg over hers.
You woke up to no one beside you, so you woke up. After freshening up, you went down to get some breakfast, but the air was awkward. They all looked at you as you sat down, and Chae-young was in tears. You assumed the worse. You looked at your parents, tilting your head, silently asking what happened. They just looked down, and you understood. In an instant you wrapped your arms around her hoping to soothe her, now she can she’s lost everything.
Your parents held the funeral. Even you were affected, you tore up because you saw this woman as your grandma. You held Chae-young’s hand in your and she offered a weak smile. The one you knew too well, the fake one she would give, but you didn’t call her out. Nobody special came it was just you and your family, after all, she didn’t have any family. Just thinking about them made you angry.
Another day, another delivery.
When my next batch arrives I’ll be re-arranging my Kai shelf and moving all my EXO-SC onto there as well so I can display both pretty.
I have 8 more EXO albums on their way, and I bought the Mini Book from the Kai Mini Album collection.
I think I’ll be at 100 albums when they all arrive too, maybe? Almost, I’m close for sure. I should count them all. One day I will lol.
suho self-portrait my beloved ❤️
holding for junmyeon: day [344/640]
» EXO’s SUHO for EXO PLANET #4 - The EℓyXiOn
Over the Fence AU
That summer, when Mr. Yunho realizes the boys often use the big tree in his front yard as home base for many of their games, he adds a little something special for them. He works on it early one Saturday morning, well before the kids wake up, and then sits on his front porch reading the newspaper until the boys start trickling out into the cul de sac to play.
It’s Taemin and Jongin who notice it first, and it’s while they drive around in Taemin’s power wheels Jeep to deliver the newspapers.
“Good mornin’ Mr. Yunho!” Taemin shouts.
“Good morning boys!” Mr. Yunho shouts back.
“Mr. Yunho!” Jongin gasps, a little finger pointing at the tree. “You got a swing!”
He installed a tire swing on one of the sturdier branches, and he grins when he sees how excited the boys get.
“I thought you boys might like that!” Mr. Yunho grins. “Do you two wanna give it a whirl?”
And the two boys start giggling madly and scramble out of the car, eager to climb up on the swing. Taemin is sitting down on it, his legs swinging in the middle, and Jongin is standing on the tire and hanging from the rope, making it swing even harder, the two of them shrieking and giggling like wild.
“Nini! Nini! Make it faster!” Taemin shrieks, clinging to one of the ropes.
Mr. Yunho eventually has them both sit down, afraid of one of them falling off and cracking their head open. Instead, he spins them around a few times, and laughs along with them when they swing around in circles.
Hearing the loud giggles of the two littlest boys makes the others curious, and they’re quick to venture outside and see what all the commotion is about. And in the blink of an eye, Mr. Yunho has four other boys hopping around his tree asking for a turn on the tire swing.
Minho and Kibum go next, and he spins them around as fast as he can, the both of them shouting in unison, “FASTER! FASTER!” And then promptly shrieking when they spin so fast they almost get launched off, the both of them clinging to each other and the ropes as they laugh together.
Jinki and Suho are very patient about waiting for their turn, using the time they wait to instead climb up the other side of the tree and sit in the branches to watch.
“Mr. Yunho, I want a turn!” Jinki whines when he thinks the twins have hogged enough time, his legs swinging from the branch.
“Yeah, me too!” Suho agrees.
The two oldest boys get their turn next, and it leads to all the boys trying to pile onto the tire swing. Instead, Jinki holds Taemin on his lap, Suho holds Jongin on his, and Kibum sits between them while Minho pushes and spins them as hard as possible.
“Be careful, boys,” Mr. Yunho tells them.
“We will!” they all shout, and Mr. Yunho just chuckles as he goes back inside to make coffee.
The majority of that Saturday is spent listening to the boys laugh loudly while they play on their new tire swing, giggling when they hop off the swing after spinning around, dizzy and falling in the grass.
splendid time | do not edit.
Suho, Kai, D.O, Chanyeol - 171115 2017 Asia Artist Awards, red carpet
Credit: Oh Zane.
Minseok is a vampire wbk
Résumé: Tout est dans le titre ! Si tu es V.I.P ou Exol , viens ici ! 😉
ꔛ 🍏⋆⁺ 🍄+.ﾟ🥪⁕꒱ ⊹ ˚
Things I think about at midnight because why not? 💁🏽♀️
How Suho was alone for almost two years without no one by his side in America. 😀
How Seojun deserved better and deserved to move on from Jugyeong but we never got to see it. 😃
⌗ ๑ 𝐒𝘶𝘩𝘰 𝓤𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴 𓂃 ♥︎
🧺 𝑳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 ℛ𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦!!!
Also, believe me. I really wanna finish my writings about Suho and Chanyeol but Baekhyun is just bias wrecking me WAY MORE than he should. I can't focus on anybody else ahhh. But I'll post them!! I promise
EXO 화보집 ‘PRESENT ; the moment’ Teaser
Over the Fence AU
Some days, while the twins play basketball in their driveway and Jinki and Suho ride around on scooters, Taemin and Jongin will zoom around the cul de sac in a power wheels Jeep. It used to be Jinki’s, and before that it was their older cousin’s, and now it’s Taemin’s to drive around in while wearing sunglasses. And Jongin sits right next to him, a toy horn in his hand to beep at the other boys as they pass by.
So some mornings after most adults have gone to work, Taemin will drive across the street, up Jongin and Suho’s driveway, and park right in front of their porch.
“NINI!” he’ll shout, his sunglasses already on and a spare pair sitting on the passenger seat for Jongin. “WE’RE GOIN’ DRIVING!”
And Jongin will run outside, hop into the car, and put his sunglasses on while Taemin drives them in circles to say good morning to the neighbors.
“Good morning Miss Boa!” they’ll greet when they drive up to her front door. “We got your newspaper!”
They like to collect the newspapers from the bottom of the driveways and deliver them to the front door for their neighbors who haven’t taken them inside yet.
“Thank you, boys!” she always laughs, walking out with her cup of coffee to pick up the paper. “You make such good little delivery boys!”
“Yeah,” Jongin agrees.
“We’re the best,” Taemin insists. Then he backs up, turns around, and they both jerk a bit and giggle when he goes too fast at first to go to the next house.
They just spend the whole day driving around, having fun, playing pretend like they’re driving around town and going to different places: the store, the movies, the post office. They even use stuffed animals to put in the little trunk and pretend like they’re a taxi.
“I will pay you both two candies if you deliver a message for me,” Kibum says sweetly, standing in front of their car.
“Four candies each,” Taemin bargains. “Or no deal.”
“Not a chance!” Kibum whines. “Three!”
Taemin and Jongin glance at each other, nod, and Taemin starts backing up to get away from Kibum until he groans, “FINE FINE! Four candies each!”
Taemin stops, cups his cheeks in his hands, and asks sweetly, “What’s the job?”
“Go tell your dumb brothers to STOP SCOOTING WHERE WE’RE PLAYING!” Kibum whines, stomping his foot. Minho and Kibum have been trying to play hockey again, but Jinki and Suho keep ridingg their scooters in the middle of their game and laughing loudly when it makes them stumble or swear or fall over.
“Candies now please,” Jongin says, holding out a hand.
Kibum scoffs and runs to the front porch, digs through a bag of snacks they brought out that day, and then stomps back to deposit the payment in Jongin’s hands.
Jongin and Taemin both immediately stick lollipops in their mouths, then drive over to where Suho and Jinki and trying to hop their scooters over a pile of boxes.
Later that day finds them puttering along by Mr. Yunho’s house, until the car stops entirely, and they both whine and complain while Mr. Yunho gets out of his real car.
“What’s going on, boys?” he asks, laughing.
“We broke down!” Taemin whines, repeatedly stomping his foot on the pedal to show that it won’t work.
Mr. Yunho nods his head, a dramatic frown on his face.
“Look like a dead battery,” he agrees. “Why don’t you boys get out and I’ll carry it home for you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Yunho,” Taemin says, walking along next to Mr. Yunho as he carries the car home for them.
Taemin’s dad plugs it in to charge overnight, and the next morning, Taemin and Jongin are back to bringing the neighbors’ newspapers up to their doors.