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ꨄ Bang Chan

↬ A calm boyfriend;

↬ Couple coffee aesthetic;

↬ Live from meetings in cafeterias;

↬ He Try not to act like your father, but sometimes the concerns speak louder;

↬ Loves to cook for you;

↬ Loves, and constantly writes songs about you and your relationship;

↬ Lives to call you by cute names like "babygirl" (secretly learns some in Portuguese, and surprises you when you use them);

↬ Buys a lot for you (even if you complain a little);

↬ Whenever you smile, you can't stand it and touch his dimples (which makes him smile even more);

↬ When you're distracted, he just fills you with kisses;

↬ But love even more when they cook together;

↬ His days off are the best;

↬ Why are these days that you only relax together (Probably at your home);

↬ You have the best hug, and every time you say that, you just need to kill the boy in shame;

↬ Sometimes all he wants to do is vegetate with you in bed (and of course you accept);

↬ Sometimes they talk in whispers before going to sleep;

↬ They may be talking about something banal in their daily lives, or they may begin to share their opinions about very serious things, but without leaving the climate heavy;

↬ And he loves how it makes his relationship more real;

↬ It is still somewhat closed about some things in relation to the group;

↬ But you know him too well and you know when something is wrong;

↬ And then "Super Girlfriend" goes into action;

↬ You pamper him non-stop, and assure him that you love and support him regardless of everything;

↬ And then he realizes what he is doing, and ends up opening up to you;

↬ Who listens to you with all the attention of the world, and can even give advice, or else just makes you laugh;

↬ And he is very grateful for that;

↬ They've already told their families about the relationship, but they still haven't managed to get to know each other because they are planning a big barbecue with everyone;

↬ He hasn't told the fans yet, but everyone is suspicious because we can see well, Christopher Bang is a very passionate man and does not know how to disguise.

ꨄ Lee Know

↬ It is very energetic;

↬ Loves to make you tickle, because he loves your laugh even more;

↬ But sometimes he calms down;

↬Horrible cheesy pickup lines all day;

↬ It's always glued to you;

↬ Doesn't care about showing affection in public - he even likes it;

↬ Fell in love even more, when he saw that you got along very well with your kittens;

↬ You guys adopted a kitten who stays in your apartment. And her name is Lee Seunome + Know;

↬ Try to cook, but you end up taking control of it all;

↬ Kisses you all the time, no matter who is around, or if you gonna' get shy (he may do it mainly because of that);

↬ Dates outdoors. Han River, parks, beach, or anywhere you can sit, watch the sunset, and drink soju together;

↬ Make out sessions after rehearsals, while the TV is on with anything;

↬ Skincare days are a must, where he 'forces' you to talk about everything;

↬ Loves to dance, and loves to dance even more with you;

↬ He looks a little silly ... and it really is;

↬ Talk a lot to the boys about you (and sometimes ask for some advice);

↬ He haven't introduced you to the family, nor to the fans, but you know it's inevitable.

ꨄ Seo Changbin

↬ He looks serious, but in fact it is truly Soft;

↬ Makes aegyo 24/7;

↬ He's a fool for you (which is not far behind);

↬ Always taking you to the studio;

↬ You are always the first to listen to his music and raps, and he prioritizes your opinion a lot;

↬ Sometimes he doesn't know how to explain what he feels, so he asks the boys for advice, or else he ends up writing some music about it;

↬ drags you to the mall, and makes you buy a lot of things;

↬ He doesn't like to see you sad, so he makes a fool of himself to make you smile;

↬ When you both are tired, all you guys do, is lie down together, cuddling into each other;

↬ You guys sleep in a shell, he being the biggest part;

↬ You have already told your family about it, and everyone is eager to meet you;

↬Your closest cousin already met him by accident, when you were talking by video call and he thought he was watching some video on YouTube, he spoke to you in his sweet tone

"Baby, am I going to order our favorite food, okay?"

"Is this your boyfriend ?? !! You are so cute!"

↬ He has already told his father about the relationship, but he is afraid of his mother's reaction;

↬ But you know that at one time or another, you will get to know each other.

ꨄ Hwang Hyunjin

↬ One of the most loving people in the world;

↬ Can’t see you standing, expect hugs from him;

↬ Sometimes he makes some lame excuses so he's able to hug you;

↬ It's not just about hugging, but also any kind of physical contact;

↬ He forces you to take photos.

↬ Sometimes you do a conceptual photo shoot, sometimes they are "normal" photos and the most common are those in which you are distracted;

↬ But don't get him wrong, he's a caring fluffy love caring ball in the morning and is all pouting when you are the one who insists on taking pictures of it.

↬ Movie sections are a must for both of you;

↬ You usually sleep in the second movie, but he doesn't care because he's able hold you all night;

↬ Loves to play with your hair, and loves when you play with his ;.

↬ Can’t see you lying down. He will jump on on top of you;

↬ Your compliments make you ashamed, but proud of himself;

↬ Buy you little things and always give you a glass of your favorite drink, one of your favorite flowers and a note.

↬ drags you to dance rehearsals, and lives to teach you all the possible choreographies;

↬ Loves how well you and the boys get along, especially when she sees you taking care of the makne;

↬ He often asks for your opinion on his rap, on the choreographies and mainly on concept photos;

↬ Try to make you jealous, and on the rare occasions when they manage to hug you, ensuring that you are the only one for him.

↬ Lives on "family" meetings with you and your dogs;

↬ Always trying to take you to meet his family, but you are really resistant to the idea;

↬ Say I love you all the time;

↬ Sends you random and cute messages, and always accompanied by the famous "I love you".

↬ He wants thay both families to get to know each other;

↬ He plans a meal with dishes both Korean and from your country;

↬ Slightly terrified of the idea of ​​meeting your father.

ꨄ Han Jisung

↬ Your best friend, before being your boyfriend;

↬ You are his priority;

↬ He is naturally funny, but he's also funny on purpose to hear your laugh;

↬Created a language of yours;

↬ Both of you live to irritate his hyungs (mainly Lee Know);

↬ Buy rings similar to his, to give you;

↬ Always send you music suggestions, and love it when you do the same;

↬ They have a playlist and listen together whenever they can;

↬ Hand in hand all the time;

↬ Likes it when you try to sing your raps, even if you're not very good;

↬ The boys find it funny how well you get along, and have the same vibe;

↬ A couple not much for dating, but to stay at home ordering food and watching movies;

↬ Hates to see you cry, so when it happens, he does everything to make you laugh, and then comfort you and asks you to speak what happened. But if you are not comfortable, he will wait patiently until that happens;

↬ Ask you at all times if you would like to announce the relationship;

↬ You don't know, but he already plans how he will advertise, he just waits for the day when you agree.

ꨄ Lee Felix

↬ He is a ray of sunshine;

↬ The type to like a classical romance;

↬ The type who writes tickets;

↬ At first he was nervous to have you by his side, but in time he ended up overcoming it;

↬ He often speaks French just to see his reaction, which he always finds adorable;

↬ Try to learn another language together;

↬ You are each other's support;

↬ Make brownies for all dear friends together;

↬Even the staffs love to see the two together;

↬Have already told the whole family about you and wasted no time introducing you, even if by video call;

↬He has also met his whole family, and your grandmother loves him too much.

ꨄ Kim Seungmin

↬ At first it was very quiet and silent, but you understood that it was his way;

↬ He was even more captivated by your patience;

↬ But after you started to open up more, you even found it funny how his way became funnier;

↬ He is your calm in troubled days;

↬And you don't know, but whenever he gets stressed about something, he looks at a picture of you and it gets better;

↬ He always sends you his favorite coffee, it's one of his ways of saying that he loves you;

↬He is so mature that it scares you sometimes;

↬ Likes it when you pamper him, but away from your hyungs;

↬ Tries to help you study in a fun and funny way;

↬Whenever you are togethe, you guys look like two children (BangChan keeps looking at you with those proud little eyes of a leader);

↬Knows You know you better than yourself. You know when to just listen to you, or do something stupid to make you laugh;

↬Only both mothers and boys know about the relationship and support the couple.

ꨄ Yang Jeogin

↬Because he is the youngest in the group, he tend to want to appear more mature to you;

↬Both like to study together, so they optimize study time, and still manage to spend time together;

↬Both of you like to go to the dog cafes, and spend their days there;

↬He Hates when the boys do it as a baby in front of you;

↬ Loves it when you also piss off the boys, especially Hyunjin;

↬He is slightly jealous of you with Han for believing that both personalities are alike, but at the end of the day, he trust on you both;

↬When you ask him to sing for you, he first sings a prank just to hear you laugh, but then he starts singing seriously;

↬ At first, he was shy, and was uncomfortable with touches and affection, but today he loves it when you hold your hand (and he's always hugging you from behind);

↬He met his younger sister, and she did all his advertising for the family.

↬He armed for you to "accidentally" meet his mother

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— [♡]; Estrelas de reality show

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Do Kyungsoo (ɪᴅᴏʟ! Kyungsoo x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴘᴀʟᴀᴠʀᴀꜱ: 1.531 palavras ᴀᴠɪꜱᴏꜱ: menção de comida.  ≡ ⿴

Quando seu manager te disse que esse novo programa que estava fazendo sucesso queria que você participasse demorou para entender. Seu grupo já tinha conversado uma vez enquanto o assistia o quão seria legal participar, você só não pensou que você fosse a primeira a escolha. Mas aceitou após um tempo de conversa com suas parceiras.

Assim que a vã do canal da televisão te deixou a frente do local onde iam gravar ficou surpresa. Era uma casa grande e bonita, com grandes paredes que na verdade eram vidro, dando a visão do interior da mesma. Conseguia ver pouco com a grande quantidade de corpos usando roupas pretas e grandes aparelhagens dentro da mesma.

"Nós vamos terminar de te prepara aqui no carro okay?" A voz da staff principal do show chama sua atenção, ao perceber sua cofusão ele logo explica "Nós vamos começar a gravar quando sair da vã, assim sua reação gravada será a crua, e não atuação".

E assim uma das staffs responsável por sua maquiagem e cabelo entram no veículo e fazem pequenos retoques finais, e saem mais uma vez. O panico quase toma conta de seu corpo, mas logo some, quando a porta se abre sozinha.

Você finalmente sai, e procura manter o sorriso no rosto, enquanto segue as instruções dos staffs para seguir em determinado caminho, claro que sempre reverenciando os mesmos.

Quando finalmente chegou a entrada principal, encontrou um bilhete escrito: "Seja Bem Vinda, Y/n-nim! Sua companhia lhe espera..." e então você finalmente a abre.

Assim que entra, percebe que o lugar é ainda mais bonito, e repleto de câmeras também. Elas te acompanham enquanto passa pela grande e confortável sala até a cozinha para tentar encontrar alguém.

A pessoa parada ali te surpreende. Do Kyungsoo. Um de seus Idols favoritos e também um sunbaemin muito querido por todos.

Ambos ficam parados por alguns instantes, e você tem certeza que sua cara foi muito engraçada, uma vez que o moreno solta um riso fraco. Felizmente isso te lembra que precisa voltar a realidade, e é o que faz, em uma reverência em perfeitos 90°, e um "olá" que provavelmente te denunciou mais ainda.

"Olá, Y/n né?" o rapaz diz, e você consegue fazer seus pés finalmente andarem até os bancos a frente da bancada.

"Sim, é um pazer te conhecer, D.o-ssi! sou uma grande fã!"

Os proximos minutos do encontro são repletos de elogios trocados e sorrisos vergonhosos, porém foi bom para que ambos ficassem minimamente mais confortáveis na presença um do outro. Foi quando um tablet ao qual você não tinha noção que estava ao seu lado.

Abrindo, vocês lêem uma mensagem os informando que suas missões seriam cozinhar um prato específico. E então Kyungsoo sem demora começa a organizar as coisas, enquanto sem saber muito o que fazer, continua sentada tentando manter a calma e continuar a conversa que tinham sobre a relação que ambos mantinham com seus grupos.

"D.o-ssi... quer ajuda?" Sua voz é baixa e denuncia sua hesitação. O moreno se vira para você, colocando o avental cinza, e sorri fazendo surgir seu adorável 'eye smile'.

"Imagina, pode continuar sentada..." Assim que ele começa a dizer, percebe seus lábios se contraindo e uma expressão levemente preocupada surgir em seu rosto. O ato o fez sorrir mais uma vez. "Mas você quer ajudar né?"

"Sim, por favor!"

Feliz de poder ajudar, você se levanta e vai para o lado do rapaz e pega o avental preto e começa a rolar as mangas de sua camisa, mas é um trabalho difícil até. É uma surpresa quando sente as mãos de kyungsoo se juntarem as suas e com maior facilidade começar a dobrar a peça com uma facilidade incrível.

Naquele momento, é como se o tempo começasse a andar mais devagar. A luz do Sol que batia nos dois fez com que a pele do rapaz brilhasse, os cílios que entornavam seus olhos formaram sombra em suas bochechas, que você reparou por algum acaso, que estavam levemente coradas. Foi impossível segurar sua risada baixa - de admiração. O ato fez Kyungsoo levantar a cabeça e te olhar, o corado de seu rosto se intensificando.

Você não sabia, mas para ele a sua imagem o encantou profundamente. O modo como a luz te iluminou e fez surgir uma sombra elegante sobre a sua figura o pegou desprevenido, e então ele torceu para que você não percebesse sua respiração falhando. Ele tentou não perceber mais nada sobre você, mas o brilho em seus olhos chamou sua atenção e ele não conseguiu pensar em mais nada.

"Acho que já podemos começar...o que quer que eu faça?" Sua voz é baixa, mas alta o suficiente pra ele ouvir e concordar com a cabeça. Soltando suas mãos, as quais ele não sabia em que momento as teria segurado, D.o se virou e começou a dividir os legumes para que começassem a prepara-los.

Tudo corria bem, naquela tarde. A conversa entre vocês fluía normalmente, algumas brincadeiras e piadas começaram a surgir entre vocês, e toda a produção do programa já soube que aquele definitivamente seria o episódio mais e mais comentado por muito tempo. Tudo corria, até que... por um descuido de Kyungsoo, em meio a um momento de distração, pois estava percebendo o modo como seus olhos se fecham e sua bochecha cora quando ri, um pouco do molho que ele mexia acabou voando em sua camisa, que por muito azar, é azul clara.

D.o não controla seu pânico e começa a repetir uma série de pedidos de desculpas, enquanto você não se preocupo muito e riu. O moreno começou a usar um pano para tirar o excesso do molho, enquanto sua figura manteve o braço esticado para o ajudar. A todo momento ele se revezava entre pedir desculpas, e a dizer mil e um modos de como tirar uma mancha. O único problema era que ele não parava de falar, e aquilo o impossibilitada de ouvir que não precisava de tanta preocupação.

"D.o-ssi!" Sua voz um pouco mais alta, chamando sua atenção, e sua mão sob a dele o fizeram parar imediatamente. Ambos os corações começaram a bater mais fortes, as respirações ficaram mais pesadas e nenhum dos dois sabiam, mas sentiram o mesmo arrepiar na nuca. "Está tudo bem! Não se preocupe, minha unnie, é excelente em tirar manchas difíceis" seu sorriso definitivamente ficará marcado na memória do mais velho, e o modo como ele te olha, irá te fazer companhia durante muito tempo.

E mais uma vez, lá estavam os dois, se encarando e descobrindo pequenos segredos sobre a beleza um do outro. Você, por exemplo reparou que ele tinha covinhas ao entorno de seu sorriso, e ele, que você tinha um risco mais claro no seu olho. Você sentiu mais uma vez que poderia ficar ali o observando uma vida inteira, mas a panela no fogo começou a ter vida própria e ambos voltaram a realidade.

Pelo resto do programa todo o menu foi feito, e então vocês se sentaram para finalmente o provar. Sentados lado a lado, começaram a comer. Quem visse de fora, iria acreditar serem um casal de muito tempo, e muito confortáveis. E tenha certeza, os editores fariam questão de fazer essa imagem ainda mais real.

Havia muito tempo que não se divertia desse jeito, e ficou muito feliz por ter aceitado o convite, porém as gravações chegaram ao fim - rápidas de mais para você, quem se importa se já é noite? - e tudo já começou a ser organizado e limpo para que fossem em bora.

Após ajudar a limpar, você e Kyungsoo se encontraram em algum canto, e começaram a se despedir. Agradeceram um ao outro pelo dia, pela conversa e pelas risadas. Concordaram que deveriam se ver novamente, porém não conseguiram deixar claro quando nem como, e que deveriam também pensar em alguma colaboração também.

Mesmo não querendo, você se despediu e seguiu para casa, e estava tão feliz que não percebeu que uma de suas pulseiras teria ficado em cima de uns balcões, mas para sua sorte, Kyungsoo achou, e soube que deveria te devolver. Porém ele sabia também que não poderia confiar totalmente nas pessoas ali, portanto mesmo ansioso, ele aguardou para chegar em sua casa e ligar para seu manager.

"Boa noite, manager-min, preciso de um favor seu...sim, me desculpe as horas, mas...pode me ajudar a encontrar uma Idol...y/n."

• "Em novo episódio de programa de sucesso, vemos o clima de romance entre D.o e Y/n"

• "Couple Goals. Kyungsoo e Y/n nos mostram a imagem de um cas jovem e apaixonado."

• "Quebrando a internet, fandons surtam na internet com o novo casal querido: D.o e Y/n"

• "Reforçando nossos desejos e especulações, Kyungsoo é visto com a/n em cafeteria. Nosso casal é real?"

• "Seria mais um encontro? Y/n é vista entrando na SM, seria um encontro? Uma parceria? Apenas esperando para ver"

• "Nova música! Kyungsoo do Exo e Y/n do MorningStar nos abençoam com vocais angelicais em Nova música."

• " Em Nova música emocionante, e videoclipe lindo, D.o e Y/n nos contam a história de um lindo casal apaixonado."

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This is sooooo goood! I think I'm in love

Lay Zhang: “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste.” // “Just one night.”

You’re walking briskly down a long, elegant hallway, your heels muffled against the clean, dark carpet beneath you. You angrily pull out your phone while turning towards the elevator area from which you had come up.

“We’re breaking up, jerk.”

You hit send, and put your phone away.

Once you approach the elevators, you start hitting against them repeatedly. Open up fast, you stupid little shit! You can feel the first couple tears run down your cheeks, but you try to ignore them.

After a couple minutes, the doors finally open. You’re covering your eyes, and walk inside, pressing the button for the lobby.

“Excuse me,” a voice echoes through the elevator. “Are you okay?”

You weren’t expecting anyone inside, so you were startled to realize that there was actually a person with you. I must’ve missed his presence, you think.

You smile regardless. “Yes, I believe I’m okay,” you say. The elevator doors close. Suddenly, not a couple seconds go by before the doors open again, and your (now ex) boyfriend is standing there wearing only his bathrobe. His arms extend on the sides of the elevator, preventing the doors from closing.

“I’m so sorry, it’s not what it seems! She’s a co-worker, we were working and I just… we started drinking, you know?” Your ex-boyfriend pleads for you, but you’re crying harder now.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!” You shout, slamming on the buttons to close now. “Get out and let me go! Or I’ll call security!” You quickly dial 911, and show him your phone, extending your hand out towards him. He obeys, and steps back, shouting back at you to ‘please understand,’ until the doors finally close.

You try to control your sobs, and remember that there’s still that guy who was in the elevator with you! How embarrassing, you think. You turn towards him and start apologizing immediately.

“I’m so sorry, I-I wanted to come home to my boyfriend early so I called off work today, but I caught him w-with another wo-woman,—” you break down into terrible sobs, covering your face in complete embarrassment and disappointment.

Suddenly, the guy in the elevator hugs you calmly, and the elevator doors open again. “Let’s step out for a second, okay?” He whispers, and you step off awkwardly whilst another couple walks into the elevator behind you.

You’re now in the elevator waiting area, on the floor number who-knows-what, and you take a seat with the anonymous boy. “Do you feel like talking about it?” He wipes several tears off you, completely welcoming his aura into yours.

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.” You say, giving him your best smile despite your mess of makeup.

“You’re okay. Hey, life happens. You don’t deserve someone who doesn’t put you first, regardless of their status or title.”

You looked up through a mess of tears and smiled.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He gives you his best dimples. You can’t help but think about how stupid it was to come up to your boyfriend’s place, dressed to the nines, hoping you’d be in for a great night of surprises.

But now you’re sitting with a stranger, crying to him about your newly found issues, and feel worse because you’re probably holding this boy back from wherever he was originally headed to.

Nevertheless, you decide to apologize and prepare to head out again. “I guess I should’ve seen it coming,” you confide in him. “Ever since his business blew up over the summer, it’s as if I’ve been dating a completely different person. He’s cockier now, even moved into this luxury apartment, and now I’m being cheated on.” You sighed and looked around this new hallway of the luxurious apartment complex, wishing the people within it were also a charm that could be just as appreciated inside and out.

“You call his apartment a luxury?” The guy smirked, looking around.

“Oh, well I think it is. It’s one of the best in the country. I assume you also live here, no?”

He laughs softly. “I suppose I do? But now I hate that I have an asshole neighbor, it seems.”

You both share a laugh, and he extends his hand out to you.

“My name is Lay Zhang, a pleasure to meet you,” he smiles.

You shake his hand with both your hands, and introduce yourself.

“I’m sorry we have to meet this way,” you laugh. “But, I do appreciate you taking the time to comfort me. I’m in for a long night,” you pout, and feel your phone vibrating relentlessly in your pocket.

You pull it out and you both look down, only to see that you now have 26 missed calls. You unlock the phone and go to his messages, finding countless text messages waiting for you as well.

“Do me a favor before you go,” says Lay, reaching his hand towards your phone. He takes it in his hand and blocks your ex boyfriend altogether, then returns it to you. “Don’t undo that.”

You look up in shock, not knowing what to say. “What if he reaches out on my socials—”

“You’re gonna repeat what I just did anywhere that he does, okay?”

You nod, and decide to put your phone back in your pocket.

“I apologize for keeping you from any plans you intended right now, Lay,” you start standing up from your seat and wipe your coat off.

“No, no. I was actually returning from work, anyway. I was going up the elevator, remember?”

“Ah, I see. I apologize for stealing time out of your evening, then.”

He cocks his head to the side. “You’re okay. I didn’t have much going on tonight, anyway. But…”

You look up, your gaze meeting his. “But?”

He shrugs. “I have to say, before you head out. You look beautiful tonight. Even with your crying, your ex missed out on so much.” He gives you his dimples again, and this time you can’t help but blush.

“Thank you, I hope to let him know that when he decides to crawl back,” you smirk.

“You don’t live here though, do you? I mean, with him?” He asks.

You sigh, remembering that you do live together.

“I’ll find a hotel room to stay at tonight, and come pick up my things from his place tomorrow with a couple friends. I guess I’ll head home to rest,” you look down, slightly upset that you spent a good dollar for the beautiful royal-purple dress you had on for him. You meant for the night to be a special one, considering it was, in fact, his birthday.

Lay lifts your chin with his finger, fixing your eyes onto his. “Well. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste, then. What if I invited you to my place upstairs for dinner instead?”

Your eyes widened. “No, no, I don’t mean to bother you tonight. That would be a hassle for you—”

“Trust me when I say, my place will make him jealous.” He smirks, removing his finger from your face.

You blush, contemplating carefully on the offer. “A few pictures would make him mad,” you insist. “…of me eating at a beautiful apartment with a handsome guy like you.”

You both make way for the elevator, and you turn towards the buttons. “What floor are you?”

He laughs and takes a card, swiping it over a small scanner over the buttons. The elevator beeps, and you watch as the floors rise slowly, then quickly, one by one each floor is ascending more and more.

Then, the elevator stops.

You’re at the top floor, and the doors open only to find yourself within a massive, gorgeous penthouse.

“Wh-what is this? Do you live here?” You awe in amazement at the expensive decor and architecture surrounding you.

“I’m a man of many hats,” he says, placing his coat on a nearby hanger. “May I?” He reaches over to remove your own coat, and places it under his.

“This place is… is… it’s beautiful!”

“I’m glad you think that,” he walks over to remove his shoes, and invites you to do the same. You do so as well, and he allows you to wear his house slippers for comfort.

“I’ll have something nice catered for us tonight from one of my favorite restaurants around the area, and while we wait for it to get here, we can go around taking all the pictures you want to get back at your ex,” he says. You agree willfully, and watch in excitement as he places a call for your dinner.

Moments later, you find yourself posing at different places of his apartment and balcony, making sure to have grabbed your heels and only worn them over and over for the pictures themselves. He would laugh every time, making sure to take the best angles of you in your gorgeous well-fitted dress.

A few times, you’d even catch him staring too long at either you or the pictures he’d taken of you.

“What if,” you start suggesting, “you appeared in some of my pictures, too?”

“Oh, no, I don’t think I can do that.” He says this sternly, and starts to return your phone.

“That’s okay,” you sound defeated.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s more of a… if we did, you can’t show them. To anyone. Or anywhere.”

“Why’s that?” Your question is then interrupted by room service, and you figure your dinner is here.

You are having wonderful conversation over the delicious food Lay’s ordered, when he offers to pour more wine for you. You agree, and soon you both start becoming a little too tipsy.

“Tell me,” you say over your glass. “Why’d you freak out earlier over taking a picture?”

He frowned, taking a sip of his own wine. “Nah, it’s not that I freaked out. But I’d probably get in trouble.”

You take another sip. “What are you, some cartel guy?”

He lets out a loud laugh, but shakes his head. “Nah, nothing like that.”

“You’re a fashion designer,” you say. “You mentioned earlier that you wear ‘many hats,’ right?”

“That’s a metaphor to say I am a lot of things.”

“Ooh, fancy boy,” you say, taking a last sip before you decide you’ve had enough wine. “What do you do?”

“Singer,” he smiles. “I dance and act, too. Producer, songwriter. Businessman. And other things.”

Your eyes widened. “Hold up, what the hell!? WHO am I in the presence of!?” You suddenly feel yourself sobering up.

Lay laughs. “Lay Zhang, sweetheart.”

You marvel at the way his own name leaves his mouth, almost as if he knows the power it holds in itself once revealed.

“My ex could never!” You look at him for a second, then deciding, “What if you’re in my pictures, but not your face?”

He contemplates this question, looking up at the ceiling before shrugging in agreement. “We could try that,” he says.

The two of you lazily start taking pictures of your hands holding, your head leaning against his shoulder, and him hugging you from behind. Then, he takes your phone, and snaps a picture of himself kissing your cheek.

“Crop that as much as you can,” he whispers, and you can feel the scent of wine hit your nose. His eyes are begging for something, completely entrancing you with his stare, but you don’t know how to read them. He’s a gentleman, but there’s something else. A hunger of some sort, deep within his gaze. You look alway, completely intimidated and unable to keep up with him.

“Okay,” you agree, but you’re no longer interested in pictures. Before you can say anything more, a yawn escapes your mouth.

“Someone’s tired,” Lay whispers.

“I’ll call an Uber,” you begin. “Thank you for letting—”

“Nah, you’re not calling no Uber. Stay with me,” he whines. “Just one night.”

You sleepily look up at him and agree.

“I’ll give you some of my clothes.”

Moments later, you’re in Lay’s bathroom, wearing one of his shirts and boxers. What am I doing?

“Do you have a guest room?” You call out, looking around for him. But he’s nowhere in sight. You decide to wander around the penthouse for a bit, until you finally find him in in the living room, sitting next to one of the large floor-to-ceiling window panes. You approach him, sitting quietly next to him.

“Lay?” You whisper, and he turns to you.

“Hey,” he answers steadily.

“Do you have a guest room?” You ask, but barely catch sight of him in the dark.

“Yeah,” he answers. “But won’t you feel lonely?”

You shake your head. “Lay, it’s one night. I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head, and turns his attention back to the city before you both.

“Do you…” you start again, carefully choosing your words. “Do you ever feel lonely up here?”

There is a long moment of silence before he finally speaks up again.

“Sometimes I do,” he whispers. “No point in having a place as great as this if I’m spending it alone.”

Silence fills the air, the distant sounds of the night life outside humming in the background.

“However,” he looks towards your silhouette in the dark. “Having you here for an evening has helped with that, even if I only just met you. You’ve been a breath of fresh air.”

You smile, though he probably can’t see in the dark. “You’ve been just as helpful to me, too.” You stand up, and stretch your arms at him. “Let’s go to sleep.”

He takes your hands, and you heave him up. “You’ll sleep with me!?” He says out in the dark excitedly.

“No, that’s not what I—”

“Oh, oh I’m sorry,” he takes back his hands from yours and rubs the back of his neck. “You, uh, have a goodnight. The guest room is here, down the hallway and to the left. Let me know when you’re awake in the morning.”

He begins to slowly walk back up the stairs, and you feel a tinge of regret.

“Yixing,” you call out. He stops before going up the stairs, and turns his attention to you.

“How do you know my name?”

“I looked it up, Yixing,” you roll your eyes, but he can’t see that. “You’re Lay Zhang, after all. You’re all over the internet.”

He giggles. “I like that, call me that more.”

As he turns to leave, you hear yourself call back, “Stay with me!”

This shocks you both, and you place a hand over your mouth.

“Are you being serious?” He asks, approaching you slowly now. His silhouette is now directly in front of you in the dark, and you can barely make out his calming eyes under the moonlight. “I’m sorry I requested it earlier, but I don’t want to force you to feel like you have to—”

Immediately, the urge and action overcomes you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him in a soft, long kiss.

What am I doing!?

Lay doesn’t flinch, doesn’t retrieve himself, doesn’t question it. He just slowly places his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

After the tender moment, you pull back, and whisper to him, “I enjoy you, Yixing.”

He smiles, pulling you in for another kiss, whispering “I enjoy you, too,” in between breaths.

Say you’ll stay with me, Lay thinks to himself, so that I won’t spend anymore lonely nights up here.

Let me stay with you, you think to yourself, so that you and I can keep each other’s company.

And in that moment, he excitedly invites you upstairs to his room to finish your intimacy under his soft, warm mess of pillows, covers, and comforters.

The penthouse tonight is now not so empty, after all.

⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

Squish...

❤️ Chapter: Squish...

❤️ Words: 1.223

❤️ Warnings: Abusive relationship, toxic relationships, fight, cursing, mention of sex, murder, stab, blood, death

❤️ A/N: (1) Good morning Good afternoon Good night! How are you? Well, I don't know if anyone missed it, but I want to apologize for not posting last week 😬, but it was for a noble reason (it was final exam week, and Tuesday was the last day I had to study, for economics - which I don't even need to say that I suck), but that's ok, it worked and I passed the subject Yay 🥳

(2) I know it's pretty obvious that all chapters in the story are heavily themed, but I think this one in particular is the worst. So if you go through some kind of situation like this, and you don't feel comfortable, don't read (the chapters are independent), and please ask for help from those who can help! And if you don't feel comfortable in general, don't read.

I could never complain about my husband, Wilbur. When we first met, he made fireworks explode inside of me, and a flower garden sprouted in my heart. He was simply the most polite, respectful and loving man I have ever seen.

Wilbur Akello courted me for months, met my family, introduced me to love and its most beautiful face... and then, its most hideous face.

Squish...

The first time he felt jealous, I was talking to a coworker, and I laughed at one of his jokes. Apparently for Wilbur, I was offering myself to him, and that was unacceptable. Then he hit me. (Later that night, Wilbur cried sorry, hugged me and apologized, and I forgave him, after all, he was jealous, because he cares about our relationship, he cared about me, and that was all I needed) .

The second time was when he swore I winked at our new neighbor when in fact I tried to blink a speck out of my eye. And then he made dinner with an apology, and I forgave him.

In the first month, I lost the count of how many apology gifts and dinners I received (in fact, I stopped counting by the twenty-fifth). I started spending more on makeup and wearing clothes that somehow covered more skin. But nobody seemed to notice, thankfully.

Squish...

For two weeks, everything was so good, I thought he was cheating on me, and I went to surprise him at work. That day, we ended up having lunch together in his living room, under closed blinds and windows open for sunlight, on a nice mock picnic. And after that he ate me at his desk like I was his favorite dessert.

I really thought that everything was finally fine. It felt like we'd gone back to the beginning of our relationship, where it was the two of us in an eternal love ecstasy.

So the day after my surprise, I decided that Wilbur deserved a special dinner. So I went to the market, bought everything I needed, and timed the exact time for the milkman to arrive so I could add the fresh milk to the recipe.

I put the chicken in the oven and was chopping up the vegetables when Wilbur arrived. He was smiling, his face lighting up like the sun, extremely handsome.

"Good night my love" at his greeting, he leans against the doorframe, looking away from the knife quickly, so I didn't see his different look in my direction.

"Are you talking to me?" His voice seemed calm, so I just laughed weakly at what I believed to be a joke, and I replied: "yes, my love. Who else could it be?"

This time I stop what I'm doing so I can see his figure positioning himself in front of me on the counter. But I instantly regretted it when I did it.

Squish...

Wilbur was looking at me with those eyes I haven't seen in a while, with the look that makes me fear for every second of my life. A look that assures me I could die at any moment.

The shiver that crept up my spine is already too intimate, and I was foolish to believe I would never feel it again.

"I don't know, you're supposed to tell me, bitch" Wilbur practically spits the words into the vegetables I was chopping. He was starting to get worked up, and if I didn't do something to at least slow that down, I don't know what would happen.

"Wilbur, please, you know you're the only man I love!" I smile to convey the idea of ​​an intensely passionate wife, not an intensely dreadful wife. Did not work.

Squish...

Keeping me quiet doesn't seem to have made him feel any better, so he finally comes at me, like he has the last few times.

I close my eyes and hear a huff of air out of his mouth, and when I look up at him, his eyes are wide, and his brows are drawn together in confusion.

We look to where our bodies connect, and see my veggie knife stuck in her abdomen and blood starting to drip onto the floor.

Squish...

Suddenly the relief of not dying, and the adrenaline gave me deadly confidence.

"I didn't cheat on you" I said smiling as I twist the knife into her internal organs "and I never did".

I pull the knife out and stick it back in her belly "I didn't sleep with the milkman" I pull it out and stick it in again "I didn't sleep with my roommate" I pull it out and stick it again somewhere else "I never even looked at our neighbor" the skewer more once, "the postman? No", I smile and change the direction of the knife before inserting it into his chest "your best friend? His wife gave me more horny than him", I smile seeing the shock fill his already pale face, but I didn't care and continued with the list, always changing the place of the stab wounds, on his body on the floor, wetting not only the floor but also me and my clothes with his filthy blood. "The shoe salesman? The cafeteria attendant? Really?!"

I cup Wilbur's face in my empty hand, bloodying his face with his own blood, and getting some color in it once more. I smile and make a point of speaking in his ear, so that this is the last thing he hears before he dies:

"But I regret not fucking your brother in our bed when he proposed, but don't worry, I know he'll take care of what you never got!"

And with a final blow, I thrust the knife into his chest, ending everything at once.

Squish...

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

We're about to start...

Was my food good?!

I don't think that's the point now, miss.

Really?! Because I think I have all the time in the world, and I worked really hard for that dinner... so...

We didn't ate your food, but as you can imagine, his chicken was pasty.

[The defendant rolls her eyes]

Miss, your name, please.

Song Yuqi.

How old?

22.

Why were you arrested?

It was either him or me. I had to make a choice.

Miss Song, this is not the correct answer. You must tell us why you are being arrested.

Because you would never help me, after all these years I needed i. When he beat me up for nothing, and then he falls under the knife, and I'm arrested?!

Are you saying he fell on your knife?

Yes, 10 times. he was kinda dumb

What's your motivation?

He beat me up for years on end, and if I didn't end it now, I would be dead!

Okay, let's get this over with, as you say?

Abused. Offended. Assaulted. Innocently guilty.