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Request: Hi! Could you write a mafia Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Angst things but happy end please.

Warnings: mafia!bbh, pregnancy, slightly controlling bbh, mentioned whipping, mentioned face punching, implied abortion

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“How long did you think you could keep this up?”

His narrowed eyes are fixed on you as you squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. You know he’s angry. He’s seething, actually, but he looks calm, lounging comfortably in his chair, slouched in the scratched leather as he absentmindedly twirls his rings around his rough, coarse fingers. His posture says he’s bored but his face is focused and serious.

You shrug, eyes anywhere but on him and he sighs. “Look at me,” he says. His voice is cold, words sharp as he scrutinises you. When you finally meet his gaze he softens slightly and you half expect (hope) him to praise you, to call you a good girl and pat your head. Maybe even pull you into his hold and tell you it’s all alright. But he doesn’t. He just nods, satisfied at least, and motions for you to speak.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. Your hands absentmindedly stroke across your slightly swollen belly and it catches his attention. You watch as his gaze falls on you and for the first time in a while you seriously consider getting up and running because he regards you with pure and utter contempt.

“I thought you were smarter,” he says. “Thought I made you smart but I guess I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Your grip on your belly tightens almost protectively because you know how volatile he is, how uncontrollable he is when he’s angry, and you know he’ll hurt you if he has to. He has before, on occasion, to protect you, he said, and you know as he glares at your shaking hands that he views the baby inside you as a threat. What’s worse is that he’s probably right — a pregnant mafia wife is a threat to everyone. It inflates the target already on your back and puts him at greater risk for it.

“Get rid of it,” he says and you shake your head instantly. You’ve seen a lot of horrible things as his wife but you will not see any harm brought to your baby. His baby.

“I’m not getting rid of it,” you snap, voice as cold as is safe around him. “It’s ours.”

His hand twitches slightly and you unconsciously edge away from him, retreating further into the safety of the chair. You know he wants to hit you. You hear it in his voice, in his pursed lips and calculating eyes. He hates back talk, despises when you don’t obey but he seems to have gathered that for you to have gone to such lengths to hide this, this is something he can’t beat you into submission on. He cannot control you here, cannot expect your usual obedience and that only makes him more angry.

“You’ll put yourself in danger,” he says. “And you’ll put that… thing in danger, too.”

“It’ll be fine,” you say. “With you to protect it. Just like you protect me.”

“No,” he says, voice raised and firm. “I won’t. I can’t.”

What comes next seems to take both of you by surprise. You don’t mean to shout. He’s taught you to fear disrespecting him, to fear putting even a toe out of line so your raised voice as you yell “For fuck’s sake, Baekhyun!” takes you both by surprise. Your words are followed by a whimper as you realise your mistake. You’ve watched people die at his hands for less, and were you anyone else you know you’d already be bleeding out onto the floor right now. And whatever protection your relationship affords you doesn’t stop him fingering the gun in his belt, eyes dark.

But he doesn’t lunge for you like you feared he would, or summon his men to set you straight as he’s done before — you still have marks set into your skin from his right hand man Loey’s frightening skill with a whip — he doesn’t do anything, actually. He just carries on talking, as if he hadn’t heard you at all.

“I won’t protect that thing in you,” he continues, “and as long as it’s there, I won’t protect you either.”

You balk. “What?”

Now you want to lunge at him but he’s already standing up— apparently this conversation is over. “It’s your choice,” he says. “I hope you’ll make the right one.”

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You don’t see him for a few days. Apparently you’re both ignoring each other, refusing to give in or even discuss a matter which in both of your minds has already been decided on. The only indication that he’s even thought about the situation, or you, at all, is his men’s grumblings to each other about how ‘Boss is extra angry lately’. And if you were skeptical about low-level complaints, the appearance of the first bruise you’ve ever seen on Loey’s face confirms it. He might work for Baekhyun, but you know from their interactions that Loey is the closest thing to an equal your husband allows himself. So when he drops by your room with a black eye and gritted teeth it sobers you. This is really bothering Baekhyun. So much so that he’s actually… upset?

“Upset is one word,” Loey grumbles. “The fucker decked me in the face.”

Over the years you’ve become almost friends with Loey — or the closest thing you can have to a friend, because your husband insists on keeping you all to himself — so you’re only slightly worried when a laugh slips out at the incredulous look on his face. He raises an eyebrow and a dirtied hand twitches, but he seems to find it sort of funny too.

“It serves you right,” you say. “For fucking whipping me.”

He smiles slightly, shrugs but his lips purse at the memory. “Boss’s orders, wasn’t it?” He mumbles. “You shouldn’t have tried to run.”

You roll your eyes when he looks away and it’s silent for a second before he speaks. “Talk to him, will you? Sort this out? He loves you but he wants to kill you right now, so he’s taking it out by killing us instead.”

“Well he can keep doing that,” you say. “Because I’m not killing our baby.”

He shrugs. “Then someone else will.”

You stare at him for a moment until you grasp the meaning of his words and jump back from him, shocked, terrified of the both of them. “Is that why you’re here?” You shriek, clutching your belly in horror and for some reason the fucker laughs.

“Of course not,” he says, “come back.”

You eye him suspiciously but relent, breathing evening out as you cautiously settle back on your bed, this time on the opposite side to him. He snorts. “Even if those were my orders, I’m not doing shit for the old man until he apologises for this.” He gestures towards his bruise, still grumbling to himself and you giggle.

“What, then?” You say. “What should I do?”

He sighs, shakes his head. “I don’t know. I told him his life wasn’t for you.”

He doesn’t let you respond before he’s left the room, door slamming shut. You slump against your pillows, one finger tracing patterns across your belly. You grab your hand, stopping yourself as you turn over on your side. You feel tears forming but your body won’t let them shed. You know what you need to do.

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He doesn’t even greet you before he launches into questioning, voice emotionless as he asks if you’ve gotten rid of it.

You nod almost dumbly, still in shock. You don’t want to think about this. The whole time you’ve loved this man you’ve fought not to be seen as a silly little trophy wife, but now that stereotype is all that holds you together. You’ve resigned to act as though you have no idea what happened, what you did, in the hopes that your conscience might follow the same tune and forget.

He smiles, the first you’ve seen since he learned of your condition. He pulls you down into his lap, gently pushing your head into the crook of his neck as he strokes up and down your back. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good, good girl. So brave.”

You want desperately to let go, to let yourself cry and scream and feel something, but you know you can’t. You’ve made your decision — you chose him. He’s pleased. He’s loving. His words are all that matter.

Almost two years to the day, you find yourself staring at another positive pregnancy test, but this time he’s right beside you, kissing the tears of joy where they fall down your cheek. This time, it’s his hand that lies on your belly, that cradles the child within. Protecting it, loving it. Loving you. You made the right choice.

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A/n: first request posted! Thx anon, hope this is what u wanted!!! Pls comment and reblog! It rly motivates me to write more. Love xx

Baekhyun fanfiction recommendations

Hello guys.. I want to recommend my favorite fanfics although you've probably read many of them already!

oneshots:

Gasoline | Ice Queen | Bellicose | Guys My Age | I Loved You | Begin | Hotblood |Baekismet | For Eternity | Quit Your Life | Young | Honey | Bloodstream | Moulin Rouge Sous le Ciel Bleu | Café au Lait | worlds apart | neon moon | Lip Ring | Red | Murder to the mind | On the Way | Love Again | My Lady | White Noise | Four Stars Out Of Five | sweet | Roses | Glances | Sweet Dreams | Behave | car je t'aime | transcendental | meant to belong | candy stars | Incubus: Coming of Age | Silver |Invidia | The Girl Of My Best Friend | Right There | Not Much of a Sex God

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56% | Blind Spot | They Never Know | The Third Bride | The Perfect Groom | Heal me (Married to brother-in-law) | Love Shot | Unforgettable | Tempo: Allegro | FINE LINE | Shameless | Daddy is Home | Touch and Go | Red Mercedes | If Only You Were Mine | SOUR | The devil's spawn | Captain Bucheon | Shards of Us | Cri de Coeur | The End of the F**king World | obsession | Cry For Love | Trapped in his Maestoso | Forbidden Yet Attracted | You Ghost | Runaway | Nothing More | between the devil and the deep blue sea | roller coaster | Felon | Black and White | Saving Lives | Cataclysm | vulnerability | disjecta membra | february 14th | child of the chasm | Playing Favourites | Byun Baekhyun: The Film | monster | darling | team x | tempted | tempo | fixation | legacy | cobra & python | wrong step | errand girl | Kairos | your island | sugars | Dead Man's Manual | Bride of the Virtuous | Cheating Hearts | The Dark Side | Ephemeral | Fatal Devotion | Straight to Hell

Saving Lives pt. 6

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 2,074

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: I know it’s been a while since I posted but my time has been consumed with school and college apps. But I do and will try my best with updating. I know it might not seem like it, but I do try to make as much time for this as I can, it just doesn’t seem to be enough. Anyways, here’s the highly anticipated chapter. I’m not that proud of it and I wish I could’ve spent more time on it but I didn’t want to keep you all waiting.  ~admin L

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 6:

It’s been 2 weeks since I last talked to Baekhyun. I’ve been all over the place, making sure everything I do is needed. I’ve run into him a couple times, but when I try talking to him, he just looks down and walks away. I shouldn’t care as much as I do, especially when Jihyo has been all over him these past weeks. She’s been stealing all the charts and patients that Baekhyun is likely to see just so she can spend more time with him. So to distract myself, I just dove into my work. I try to assist on every surgery that comes my way.

“Okay so Dr. Byun has a cranial case in which he’s going to need some help-” starts out Dr. Kim. “I’ll do it,” interjects Jihyo. “Don’t interrupt me,” warns Dr. Kim, giving her the death stare. “Anyways, I was thinking that Y/N can have this case. I’ve seen her working the hardest and making herself more useful than any of you. If you want a surgery, then deserve it. Jihyo you can go with her.” He pats me on the back, harder than I expected, making me wince. He continues, “Okay so Chanyeol, you’ll be doing labs. Chen, you’ll be helping me do a whipple. Can anyone tell me what that is?” We all raise our hands to answer the question. The residents and attendings, depending on who we’re working with, ask us questions, quiz us on our knowledge, hence this being a learning hospital. Dr. Kim calls on Chanyeol. “It’s a pancreatic duodectomy.” “Correct and what is it used to treat?” We all raise our hands again. “Chen.” “Abdominal mass,” states Chen proudly. “Not necessarily. Unless it’s consistent with…” Only Jihyo and I raise our hands this time. “Y/N.” “Pancreatic cancer.” “Correct.” Yes! I feel Chen pat my back in congrats as Dr. Kim continues. “Now go to your stations and get to work. Don’t page me unless it’s something important. Chen, come with me.” We all depart and go our separate ways. The closer I get to where Baekhyun is, the more nervous I get. What if he doesn’t let me scrub in? What if he only lets Jihyo in? What if he asks for another intern, making me look bad and possibly causing the hospital to renounce my internship. We just reach the door enough to hear Baekhyun say, “where are those interns I’ve asked for?” “We’re here,” I say. He turns around in his chair and looks at me with an unreadable expression. My breath hitches in my throat as we make eye contact. “Good,” he’s starts. He looks down, breaking our eye contact. “Come here and clean his scalp for me.” I walk over to where he’s sitting as he hands me the bloody towel. Our gloved hands overlap each other causing heat to rise up to my cheeks. He gets up off his seat and coughs awkwardly, getting my attention. “I was just telling the nurses and staff that he accidentally fell during his job at a construction site and punctured nails into his head from a nail gun he was holding.” “N-nails, like the ones you use to build things?” asks Jihyo in surprise. It seems like Baekhyun forgot she was there because he jumped a little at her voice. “Yeah, the thick, metal ones.” “I can’t see my hands.” We look to where the voice was coming from, on the patient’s bed. “Oh my god, how is he still conscious?” Jihyo asks. The staff begins to move frantically now that we know he’s conscious. “Use 4 milligrams of morphine. Titrate up to 10,” says Baekhyun. “Please don’t move mister…” I begin. “Choi Siwon,” adds Baekhyun. He shines his penlight at his eyes, checking for a response. “Somehow he managed to miss the blood vessel that is keeping him conscious.” “That’s basically a miracle,” I say in astonishment. “How many nails does he have?” “Seven. Although his optic nerves have been affected. What’s our immediate concern?” asks Baekhyun. “Bleeding,” Jihyo says abruptly. “No, not yet,” says Baekhyun. He turns around, finally looking me in the eye again. “What’s our immediate concern?” “Infection,” I say quietly. “Right.” He turns to the rest of staff. “I’m gonna be pulling these nails out in the next half hour. I need a C.T.” “C.T.s are down,” says a nurse. “What?!” Baekhyun runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “They exchanged them out last night,” continues the nurse. “The computers crashed, they said they will have them back up by 1:00.” “Fine. What are our other options?” Baekhyun turns to Jihyo and I. “An M.R.I..” says Jihyo. “The man has nails in his head,” Baekhyun says furiously, “why would we stick him in a giant magnet?” He points at me. “What are we going to do? What can we do to help this man and cause minimal damage?” Everyone in the room is staring at me and I begin to feel the pressure. Calm down, Y/N. You know the answer. Just stay calm. “We need films from 3 axis points and a c-arm in surgery.” “And what is the c-arm for?” He challenges. “It will provide images for us to know where to make our incisions.” “Perfect. You heard her people, prep a c-arm.” He turns to me. “I’m going to need you to stay with Siwon at all times and get him to a room. Page me if anything changes.” And with that, the room becomes empty, except for me and Siwon. “Hey.” And Jihyo. “Hmm?” “Do you like Dr. Byun?” My eyes widen. “What? No. Why would you ask that?” “Because you’re all over him.” I scoff. “I was all over him? You’ve been assisting in all his surgeries for the past two weeks. And I was assigned to this case, it’s not like I volunteered.” “Well ask Dr. Kim if you can switch.” “But I don’t want to switch.” “What?!” “Listen. This is a medical miracle. I’m not going to step out of this case and not enhance my medical career just because you feel a little insecure when I’m around Dr. Byun. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to prep Siwon for his surgery.” I stand up and push Siwon’s gurney out the door, leaving Jihyo alone in the E.R. ~ I sit down next to Chen in the cafeteria. “I hate him.” “Who?” he says with a mouthful of food. “Baekhyun.” “Why? He seems like a cool guy. Besides the fact he’s been ignoring you all this time.” “I hate him. I hate how he makes me feel, I hate how cute he is, and I hate that I care so much.” I put my hands over my face. “Because of that, now Jihyo thinks I like him and has declared this rivalry against me.” “Oh my god,” laughs Chen. “The one thing you hate the most is happening to you, with the most boy-crazy girl. I don’t know what you’re going to do.” “It’s not funny Chen,” I groan. “You know I hate fighting over boys. It’s so stupid and demeaning. Anyways what should I do?” “I think the first thing you need to do is clear up things with Dr. Byun. He’s the root of your problem so start from there and work your way down.” “Yeah, you’re right.” I throw my arms around him causing him to flinch. “Yay!! Thank you for being helpful for once.” “Hey! I’m helpful all the time.” I squeeze his cheek. “Sure you are.” “Hey, how’s the cranial case going?” asks Chanyeol. “It’s going great Chanyeol,” I get up from my seat confidently and pat Chanyeol on the shoulder on my way out. “It’s going just fine.” ~ I walk around the hospital looking for Baekhyun. If I’m going to be able to talk to him, I have to corner him somewhere where he can’t leave. Just then I see him entering the on-call room. Okay good. That’s where we had our last fall out and now we’re going to solve it. I enter the on-call room hoping he won’t leave when he sees me. He turns around and his eyes widen. They soon turn into eyes of anger and he attempts to walk out but I block the door. “Wait, please. Let’s talk. Please.” He stares at my pleading eyes and sighs as he steps away from the door, giving us room. He crosses his arms and stares at me intensely. “Chen is not my boyfriend,” I blurt out. “Then why are you always together, and why did I walk in on the two of you being really intimate,” he asks angrily. “He’s my best friend. Nothing more.” “It doesn’t seem like you two are just friends. Did you just lead me on even though you had someone else?” Now my blood begins to boil. He keeps making assumptions without hearing me out, making me look like the bad guy. “First of all, he’s just a friend. Second of all, I don’t have to explain anything to you because third of all, I did not lead you on. I never gave you the assumption that you and I were ever going to be anything more than co-workers. The second I found out you worked here, I told you that there was no possibility of there being an ‘us’ so just back off.” That seems to anger him even more because he takes two long strides to get in front of my face. “I don’t think that’s what you want.” “What makes you think tha-” My words are interrupted by the crash of his lips against mine. He holds my face with both his hands, deepening the kiss. My head is spinning. My hands are pressed against his chest but instead of pushing him away, I pull him closer to me. He soon pulls away, staring at my plump lips. “Told you.” I let go of his shirt and back away to sit on the bed. Why is he always right? I won’t give him the satisfaction so I stay quiet. He sits next to me on the bed. “Why won’t you stop denying it and let me take you out?” “We can’t,” I look down at my hands. “It’s inappropriate. And besides, this got me into trouble already.” Before I can realize what I said, Baekhyun speaks. “What do you mean this already got you in trouble?” I stay silent, hoping he won’t pry too much. Much to my luck, he won’t budge. He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “Y/N. What do you mean by trouble?” I sigh. “I told Chen about us and when you gave me the surgery, he got angry and said it was because I slept with you.” Baekhyun furrows his eyebrows and gets up quickly. “I’m going to kill him.” He walks towards the door but I grab his arm, pulling him back. “Wait listen to me.” I pull him back to sit on the bed. Once I know I have his full attention, I continue. “That’s why I came to your office to clarify why you chose me for the surgery. That’s also why he and I were hugging. He apologized for what he said. Just please don’t be mad at him.” “Fine I won’t.” “Thank yo-” “Only if you go on a date with me.” I open my mouth to say something but no words would come out. “Just one date,” he clarifies. “I can’t.” “You can.” “No, I can’t. This is might be easy for you but not for me. Do you know what people will say?” “Who cares what they say?” “I do. Do you know how many people will dismiss and degrade my work just because they think I’m getting by by sleeping with my boss? If my own best friend thought that, imagine the majority of the interns and residents. I can’t put my career on the line for whatever this is.” Baekhyun seems conflicted. Before he can respond, my pager begins to ring, indicating an emergency. “I have to go.” I get up and walk towards the door to be pulled back. “Wait, we need to talk about this.” “We’ll talk more later. But right now I have to go.” I get out of his hold and run out the door, leaving him alone in the on-call room.

A/N: I’m sorry again for the lag and I hope this made up for it. 

Saving Lives Masterlist

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (female reader)

Genre: series (ON GOING), doctor au, fluff, angst, smut, medical stuff

Word Count: 24k (this is with all the chapters combined, and this is a temp number since this is an ongoing series)

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who has been following this series. This is the first series I have ever written and posted on Tumblr. I literally began this series when I was in my last year of high school and now I’m in my first year out of college with a big girl job. Time flies when you’re panicking about your future lol. Any way I know I’ve done a shit job at updating this series, but I promise I will continue it. I have half of the next chapter written, but it’s so angsty that I need emotional breaks from writing lol. Any ways thank you again and please look forward to new chapters.

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Part 4 

Part 5

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Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 (M)

Part 10

Tease Masterlist

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (female reader)

Genre: enemies to lovers au, series (ON-GOING), smut (a lot of smut), angst, a little fluff

Word Count: 20.3k (with all the chapters combined)

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes, lots of teasing of course, deceiving, confusing emotions, theft lol, trespassing if you squint, lots of smut, a good amount of grinding and dry humping, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, penetration, lots of making out, I think some exhibitionism, mayhaps some public sex, dirty talk, and probably a lot more stuff (there will also be individual warnings for each chapter)

Summary: Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing . . . until you had enough.

A/N: Hi everyone! This was originally supposed to be a one shot (as you’ll see in the first chapter) but many of you encouraged me to continue it and make it into a series. This is probably one of the most challenging yet rewarding series to write. I feel like I’m not too good at writing smut, but because this is a smutty fic, it pushes me to be more creative with my writing lol. Anyway, I will try to update this fic more often; I have an idea of where I want this fic to go, it’s just a matter of getting there. But thank you for everyone who has kept up with this series and I hope you continue to like it.

Taglist: @namecannotbblank @baekbeaut @baek-fruit​ 

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Pebbles & Stones

Part of the EXO ongoing series- 1976

Genre: SkaterAU! X HighSchoolAU!

Rating: (PG-13) (M-some parts)

Pairing: SkaterGirl!FemReader X SkaterBoy!Baekhyun

Setting: California, 1976

Summary: Sarcastic. Rude. Down-to-Earth. Blunt. Just a few of the words people would use to describe you. People seem to think only two things of you. One, you’re a very intimidating person. Two, you and your skateboard are attached to each other. Skating is the only thing that has truly ever brought you happiness, besides your best friend Asia. Well, it was the only thing that brought you happiness. Until a man by the name of Byun Baekhyun decided to hop into your life. The only thing you keep telling yourself? He’s damn lucky he skates.

Warnings: teenage smoking and drinking (wild i know)

“He’s gonna fucking kill us,” Asia spits at you, speed walking down the hallway towards Mr. Kims English class. This is the third time you both have been late this week. 

“Hey, would you relax? We’ve got a great reason,” you say, rolling by her on your new Sector 9, longboard cruiser. 

“Oh yeah! Let’s just walk in there in front of the whole class and say, ‘I’m so sorry we’re late Mr. Kim! Y/N got pissed last night and instead of chilling out and listening to music like I told her to, she decided to break her skateboard for the second time this week, so we had to run to the strip mall before school so she didn’t have a mental breakdown without holding her fucking board!’” she sarcastically screams.

“It’s the truth,” you say shrugging, stepping off the board and kicking it into your hand as you hear a stressed sigh come from your best friend of six years. 

“I give up. Lord, if you can hear me, I. Give. Up. With. This. Child.” she says exasperatedly, looking up to the ceiling with her hands flying up along with her shoulders.

“Yeah, you said that six years ago too. Annndd he still hasn't taken me from your life,” you say smartly, smirking at her as she stares straight daggers at you. 

“Come on, let’s just get this over with,” she says defeatedly, walking up the classroom door and knocking loudly.

Mr. Kim glances at us through the window of the door with a disappointed and somewhat annoyed expression. He walks over to the door, unlocks it and stands in front of the entrance to the room. 

“There better be a good reason as to why you two have been late for my class for the THIRD time this week,” he says in a booming voice that would make almost anyone cower in fear. But not you.

“What up Mr. K? You see what happened was-” you begin but are abruptly cut off by the tall man standing in front of you, waving his hand dismissively. 

“I don't care. I’ve had enough of this, both of you have detention this afternoon,” he states plainly, walking to his desk and pulling out a pink slip, writing both of our names on our on respective slip. 

“Both you take your seat,” he demands. 

Asia practically runs to her desk while you roll your eyes and saunter over to yours, throwing your book bag onto the ground and setting your board down gently before looking out the large window beside you. 

It’s a nice day. Sun shining, blue sky, a cloud or two here and there. It’s a great day to go skating. Except, you’re stuck in a prison where you’re told how to think and act for eight hours a day. You wouldn’t say you hate school exactly. But if you had to choose between school and never skating again, you’d most likely choose the latter. 

Just as you’re about to zone out, you see an unfamiliar car pull up into one of the parking spots in the front of the campus. Squinting slightly, you see two men emerge from said car. 

The driver is tall and slim with long, bright red hair and yellow tinted sunglasses. He has on a very loud shirt, that looks to be silk, paired with distressed light blue skinny jeans and some off-white converse. 

The other guy is much taller than his friend but shares the same slim stature. His hair is a somewhat short and colored a light pink. He wears a tie-dye Bob Marley shirt under a Hawaiian styled button down, paired with dark blue skinny jeans and black combat boots. 

You watch as they make their way to the office and then disappear out of sight as they walk into the building. Sighing, you turn your head back to the front of the room, somewhat listening to the boring lecture from your English teacher. 

An hour goes by sluggishly and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, the bell for free period rings and you silently start thanking all the deities for ending your suffering. Gathering your things from the floor, you slip your book bag over both shoulders and take your board into your hand, walking out of the room and leaning against the lockers outside the classroom, waiting for Asia to also walk out. 

“You just had to have that damn skateboard,” she huffs, starting down the hallway full of other teenagers. 

“Hey, lay off. It’s probably the nicest thing I’ve ever owned,” you say in defense, walking a little ahead of her, turning around and starting to walk backwards so you can talk to her face-to-face. 

“Well, thanks to your new prized possession, we have detention,” she scolds, holding up the bright pink slip of paper. 

“Then let’s ditch,” you deadpan, watching as her face contorts into the face you know all too well. 

Her ‘I can’t believe you just said what you said and we’re probably gonna end up doing it anyway’ face. 

“We’re gonna get in even more trouble!” she shouts, throwing her hands into the air for probably the seventh time this morning.

“We’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?” you ask, shooting her your best puppy dog eyes. 

“No, not at all,” she says, making you laugh loudly.

Turning back around, you’re met with the hard chest of a stranger. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you apologize, looking down and then back up to the stranger. 

Your eyes widen at who it is. The man and his friend that you saw this morning walking into the office. He shoots you a blinding white smile, and lets a chuckle erupt from his throat. 

“It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” he says in the most gorgeous voice you’ve ever had the pleasure of being graced with. 

Shaking your head slightly, you snap out of whatever trance you found yourself slipping into. You hear footsteps behind you and suddenly a low voice speaks.

“Oh, cool, you met Y/N,” Kyungsoo says as the rest of the boys are following closely behind him. 

“Oh! So you’re the Y/N everyone has been talking about!” the pink headed man speaks up, sounding somewhat surprised.

“Guilty as charged,” you nod, taking a step back and standing beside Asia. 

“Y/N, Asia, this is Chanyeol and Baekhyun,” Jongin introduces with a slight snicker which is suddenly hushed as Sehun lightly elbows him in the gut. 

“That’s all well and cool, but Y/N and I have to go,” Asia says, taking you by the arm and dragging you with her.

“What did she do this time?” Jongin asks, receiving a glare from you and another gut hit, this time from Kyungsoo. 

“She got us detention because she just had to have a new skateboard,” she snaps.

You roll your eyes and retort, “longboard, thank you.”  

She grimaces and you can’t help but giggle. 

“Come on! I told you, we can just ditch. It’s easy, plus Coach Anderson doesn’t even take roll anymore. It’s foolproof,” you explain as her pace slows once reaching the courtyard. 

She loosens her grip on your arm, allowing you to slide out of her hand. Taking your other hand, you rub softly on the spot which was attacked. 

“Come on, let’s just go get some lunch and hang out. We don’t have to be back until two,” you offer. 

At the mention of food, everyones eyes light up in happiness. 

“Yeah! Let’s go, I’m starving,” Jongin whines.

“Didn’t you just eat last period?” Jongdae questions, watching as Jongin turns to him and retorts, “that was just a snack!”

Laughing at the interaction, you start walking towards the front parking lot, hearing footsteps behind you and listening to Asia talk about some stupid English project you couldn’t be bothered to listen about in class. 

Funnily enough, you all got incredibly lucky your senior year of high school, as all of you are parked next to each other. 

You and Asia hop into your yellow 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge, as Kyungsoo and Junmyeon get into Kyungsoo’s black 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS 454. Minseok and Jongdae duck into Minseok’s Grey 1973 Plymouth Duster while Jongin and Sehun sit inside Jongin’s red 1970 Chevy Camaro.

Looking down a few cars, you see Chanyeol and Baekhyun climb into, what you assume is Baekhyuns, orange 1970 Ford Mustang Convertible. 

Turning the key of your car, the engine roars to life and you slip on a pair of your favorite ray-ban sunglasses before turning to Kyungsoo and yelling out the window, “Meet at The Depot!” 

With a nod, he turns to tell the others, but you’re already peeling out of the parking lot onto the main road, headed for the best diner in town.

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