A Little Help Never Hurt

A/N: Belated Happy Birthday to our dear Admin Rj! Hope you like part one of your super late gift!

Strawberry [ G ]

Colorful bouts of paper streams hung from stand to stand, the sound of children playing with one another at either a Ring Toss or something more. A joyful diurnal at the Carnival.

It was the beginning of summer, the heat would last longer through the night and the days would last longer. Getting the idea to spend the day with your boyfriend Lu Han, although you yourself hadn’t been to a Carnival before.

Taking the opportune moment to suggest it - here you two were, a medium sized bear in your left hand from winning second place at Roll-A-Ball, and Lu Han’s hand in your right, but sadly coming in fourth place in all the other games wasn’t exactly your definition of ‘fun’.

“Before we head go home, can we stop for ice cream?” You suggested, having an unusual craving for the frozen dairy delicacy, Lu Han only chuckled and nodded at your question, “sure.” And with that, you both travelled to the nearest Baskin-Robbins close to home.

The as promised, variety of flavors forced you into a contemplative standstill, while Lu Han on the other hand already decided on his flavored treat. Being pulled between the classic favorite Strawberry or the outstandish Lemon Custard.

“Which one should I pick?” You thought aloud, but the ruling game of Eeny Meeny Miny Moe would surely help you decide. At the end of the rhyme, your index finger landed to the right of you. “Strawberry it is then.”

Being satisfied with the choice, both you and Lu Han left Baskin-Robbins individually enjoying your icy treat. Mischievousness getting the best of you, the expression of your face was either a grin or the fact that the ice cream was freezing your lips too much.

“Lu Han,” you called out to your much taller boyfriend, his head turned to face down, his mouth opened to form a reply but instead, all he received was a cold pink colored nose. The laugh that escaped your lips was unbearably contagious.

Seeing the right of revenge, Lu Han moved his arm and decorated the tip of your nose with a cold white color. If this kept up, you both would’ve been covered in ice cream instead of eating it.

But it was a fun day.

Family Dinner [R-13]

You anxiously checked your make-up for the sixth time on your vanity mirror, pressing your lips together to even out your lip gloss. Your boyfriend was coming over to have dinner with you and your parents. Even though he’s met them before, usually backstage after the show was over, this was the first time he’s actually going to hold up a conversation for more than three minutes.

Glancing over at the Polaroid picture of the both of you taped at the edge of the mirror, you calm down. It was taken after the first musical you and Junmyeon had done after both graduating art school, majoring in theater. It was a success and it also marked the day you both succumbed to each other’s feelings. You smiled at the memory, tracing the white edges with a fingertip.

The doorbell rings downstairs and you jump up to your feet, bursting out your room and hearing your mother’s shrill voice greet Junmyeon with much enthusiasm. You reach the top of the staircase and spy your father giving him a firm handshake.

“Oh, sweetie! I told you that dress looks amazing on you. It looks amazing, right, Junmyeon?” Your mother bumps her shoulder against Junmyeon’s, who’s eyes were trained on you.

“Ah,” He blinks, realizing that he had been staring, “You look amazing.”

Your cheeks heat up as you press down the cloth of your knee-length, A-line dress. It was old rose in color and had fitted short sleeves. The scooped neckline accentuated your collarbones and gave just a little teasing preview of your cleavage. “Thank you.” You managed to say as you walk down the steps.

“These are for you.” He hands you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers and it was only then you realize your mother had the same bouquet in her hands, but the flowers being in her favorite color.

“Aren’t they beautiful? I’ll put them in vases and set them up as centerpieces for the table.” Your mother takes the flowers from your hands and excuses herself.

“Where’s my flower?” Your 7 year old sister pops her head out of the living room and pouts at Junmyeon.

“[Sister’s name].” You hissed and Junmyeon stops you.

“I have it right here.” He beams down at her and pulls out a small rose bud from the inside pocket of his jacket.

Your sister squeals while taking the flower from Junmyeon and running into the kitchen to show your mother.

“Well, come on to the dining room, you two.” Your father ushers and everyone, including your older brother, settles into their respective seats on the table. Your parents sat at the ends of the table, Junmyeon sat beside your sister, and you sat across him with your brother.

The dinner starts with your mom’s classic pumpkin stew and some heavy questions from your father. Junmyeon answered him after a second of thinking and compliments your mother’s cooking, to which she bashfully thanks him for. There were some questions Junmyeon had found himself stuttering and to help him calm down, you rubbed your foreleg against his. He smiles into his napkin at the action and coolly answers your father.

After the questions were laid out and answered, your father seemed appeased and satisfied with Junmyeon’s answers. It was your sister’s turn to speak and she decides to tell everyone about what happened at her school—something Junmyeon was earnestly interested about.

“Daddy, could you pass the salt?” You let go of your spoon and hold your hand out.

Your father and Junmyeon both reached for the salt shaker and Junmyeon pauses halfway, awkwardly pulling his hand back to his spoon.

You silently gulp and fight the urge to blush at his mistake. God forbid letting your entire family know what it’s remotely like in the bedroom. “Haha, Junmyeon, I know you like to play your characters well, but off stage, too?” You laugh.

Catching on, he laughs, too. “Oh, well, I do need to internalize them.”

“So,” Your father passes the salt shaker to you and looks you in the eye. “There’s a new musical coming up?”

“Yes.” You tried not to stutter or else he’ll call you on it. “Junmyeon plays a single father and I play as his stepdaughter. They’re not major characters like our previous stages, but they’re still characters.”

You feel your brother snickering and you kick his shin, much to his surprise and pain.

“I see.” Your father seemed skeptical but continues to eat.

Silence falls over the table and you think the topic is dismissed until your sister chirps “I overheard my friend’s sister call her boyfriend ‘Daddy’, too!”

  “I am so sorry for tonight.” Junmyeon rubs his hand down his face and his cheeks burned while you walked him out to his car. “I can’t believe I responded to daddy awhile ago.”

“Don’t sweat on it, I mean, my parents trust me on my decisions and I guess my dad was just shocked about it. But overall, they all like you.” Both of you reach his car and you quickly glance at your house to make sure no one was watching. When the coast was clear, you grab the front of his jacket and pull him closer. “Drive safely, daddy.”

“I-I will, baby.” He breathes, kissing your forehead.

“Call me when you get home, okay?” You whisper into his ear with a sultry tone that sent an immediate reaction that pressed against your thigh.

“Okay.” He swallows hard before kissing you.

Chances [G]

You couldn’t quite explain how both excited and nervous you felt at the moment, the butterflies in your stomach showed no signs of stopping their ferocious attacks. You surprisingly won a contest in your country to have a chance to meet your EXO member of choice, this was more rewarding then getting a passing grade on one of your ruthless pop quizzes on World History.

You were unable to sit still in your seat on the bus, the many stares you were getting since you were practically bouncing up and down at this point. The large grin on your lips never left even though it was beginning to hurt. 

The short trip on the bus took no time at all,  you found yourself walking through the building following the instructions given to you by the female receptionist, fiddling with your fingers the deafening moment came earlier than you would’ve expected. It was almost like a dream you were bound to wake up from any minute.

Standing in front of the door, you took a few deep breathes giving yourself quiet words of optimism. Once the entryway was opened, your eyes widened to the size of golf balls at the sight before you, sure you always saw him on the television and all– but seeing him in person was a whole new sight to behold. You couldn’t even form the words to speak.

“You’re here,” He smiled your way that made you even more incapable of replying, after minutes of standing in the threshold, your inner conscious screamed at you to move and reply back, in which you complied with– somehow. “H-hello.” You greeted him in the small Korean that you knew, you slowly made it to your seat in front of him.

Over the time, you grew to be less nervous and enjoyed the time you had talking with him, getting to know him personally, intrigued that you two had similar things in  common. Sadly, the time to wrap things up came around. “It was great talking with you,” you smiled standing up from your seat, with a goodbye you turned to leave until he called out to you.

“Before you leave, could I get your number?” He asked, a smile on his lips.

Yeah, this was way better than getting a B+ in World History.

I Said [G]

The same door you opened nearly everyday brought you into a practice room you were more than familiar with, upon your presence filling the room, you were always greeted with an array of hello’s from the 10 members that were present in the room. You would smile and happily greeted them back, you were the choreographer for the popular Korean boy band EXO. Needless to say, you saw the boys as the brothers you never had, and they were very fond of you as well, like an older sister.

Except for one member you saw you not like an older sister, but he saw you as someone whom he wanted to date. That member was none other than Zhang Yixing, he was simply head over heels in love with you. The smile that came to your face so easily, the warming words of encouragement you gave to those who couldn’t perfect a dance move correctly, how easily and beautifully your body moved along with the beat of whatever music played through the stereo off to the side of the room, it made his heart skip and his stomach fill with ferocious butterflies.

But today, he wanted to confess how he truly felt about you, lucky enough; It was just the two of you inside the practice room, you wholeheartedly agreed to help Yixing on a dance he’d be doing solo for an upcoming concert. “Front step, left foot back, pivot, turn and pose.” Your body easily moved accordingly to what you spoke, Yixing following beside you. Reaching the point for a break, you sighed lightly outstretching your arms. “We’re making great progress.” You complimented, sending one of your heart stopping smiles his way.

It was now or never-- “[Y/N], I have something I need to tell you.” His words started off steady and smooth, eyebrows raising slightly you turned to face him completely. “Is something the matter Yixing?” But once you replied, his words then became very unsteady and shaky due to his nervousness. “It’s just that.. I really..” His voice seemingly trailed off but you could notice his lips still moving, figuring he was nervous or something remotely close to it, you stepped a tad bit closer.

“I didn’t hear you?” The smile on your lips becoming apparent, how difficult was it to confess to someone you like? Very hard. Yixing took a few breathes before he spoke with full confidence. “I said, I really like you [Y/N].” This time you heard him easily, the blush on your cheeks flushed a bright pink shade, you almost didn’t believe your ears for a second. This time, your lips moved but your voice didn’t follow up. Leaving the Chinese man confused, “what?”

With a long stride forward, your lips gently pressed against his, your smile becoming bigger by the second. “I said, I really like you too.”

Warm-ups [R-18]

T, broken T, clasp, low V, clasp, high V, clasp, turn…

You let out a breath before executing a front handspring and ending it with another clasp. Proud of how you executed the step, you smiled to yourself until you hear a series of holler.

It was some of the guys on the football team, doing their warm-up laps around the field. You rolled your eyes at them, trying your best to ignore them while you stretched your legs down to a full split. You asked your coach to let you stay awhile to work on the new routine you were helping her choreograph. Your teammates have all left already and your coach had told you to leave the field when the football team’s training starts.

Standing up, you brushed off your skirt, letting the jersey material swing left to right and practically showing off your ass. You pick up your water bottle and head for the girl’s locker room, ignoring the catcalls and whistles.

Don't Leave [R-18]

It was the day of the wedding, with your Fiancé Park Chanyeol whom you spent happy years with dating, but lately things just weren’t feeling the same as they did years back.

HTW: Ask You On a Date; Kyungsoo

The whir of the electric mixer echoed in the company kitchen as Kyungsoo waited for the dough to be well mixed.

“Aish, if Sehun and Tao didn’t eat all those cookies I’ve made for [Y/N] then I wouldn’t have asked the personnel hyungs if I could use the kitchen…” Kyungsoo grumbled, turning the mixer off and taking a spatula out of one of the drawers.

You had always liked his cooking ever since he brought some over when you two were just trainees. Also, ever since then, Kyungsoo might have been crushing on you. Even now that he’s debuted under EXO and you, still a humble trainee, Kyungsoo would find ways to see you, mostly in secret, when he’s at the SM building.

“Please cook properly!” He murmured, slipping the tray into the oven and setting the timer on. Leaning back, he turned his phone on to play some music. “Eh? Why do I have this song in here?” He questions as he double checks the title of the foreign song. “Tao probably put it in here… at least it’s catchy.”

Glancing at the barely baked cookies, he says “[Y/N]-ah, I hope you like these…” before singing along to the English song. “…and I want you. Do you want me, do you want me, too?”

“Hmmm. I’m sure I’ll like the cookies, Kyungsoo-ah… and, well… maybe I like you, too.” Your voice shocked him, causing him to drop his phone.

“[Y/N]-ah! W-why are you here?” He picks his phone up and turns the music off.

“I was passing by and I thought I smelled your cookies, then I heard your voice so I came in.” You giggled and he blushed harder. “Kyungsoo-ah, were you singing that song for me?”

“No! I-I mean, uh… the song just happened to play and ah… I mean…”

“Kyungsoo~” You whined.

“I was, uh, sorta singing it for you. I was going to ask you out through those—” He points to the oven “—cookies. I mean, it’s cheesy so I don’t expect you to say yes or anything.”

“No.” You shake your head “I think it’s as sweet as your cookies.”

“R-really?”

“Really! You know, Kyungsoo, I really like that song you were just singing. It’s been on repeat on my phone.”

He smiles at you “Then would it be okay if you sing it… for me? Even just the chorus?”

You grin back at him with a nod before opening your mouth to sing.

I really, really, really, really, really, really like you...

Here I am [G]

It was 3 in the afternoon but the sky was dark with stormclouds and the harsh patter of rain drummed down the roof of Baekhyun’s car.

“[Y/N]…” He mindlessly whispered as he tried to call you when he stopped the car at the red light but your phone was either busy or dead.

The radio reported about the storm and how a power interruption is expected because of the lightning strikes.

Baekhyun’s eyebrows burrowed. “Power interruption…?”

“We highly advise that you prepare candles and emergency flashlights—”

“[Y/N].” Baekhyun stepped on the gas once the stoplight turned green

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 “Why do you sleep with a night light? Aigoo, [Y/N] is afraid of the dark?” Baekhyun chuckled but your silent reaction prompted him to stop. “[Y/N]?”

“It was a dark night… darker than usual because there was a citywide brownout and the sky was cloudy, hiding all the moon and stars…” You began, staring straight ahead. “Mom had a faint spell earlier that morning and she hit her head pretty hard. But it didn’t bleed. Just a bump on her head. So she said not to mind it, there’s no need for the hospital. She’ll put ice on it.”

“Then that night, I was cuddled up beside her, my hand on her chest and her arms around me; like how we usually slept when I was just a kid. She was fanning us since it was hot and the mosquitoes were biting…” You took a shaky breath before continuing “And then her chest stopped rising… I couldn’t see her face. I felt the arm she was using to fan us drop but I couldn’t see it. It was too dark to see… too dark to see she died because of a concussion a-and I was so afraid and so alone, I—”

Baekhyun wrapped his arms around you and it was only then you realized you had began to cry.

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 Baekhyun raced up the steps of your shared apartment, cursing to himself when he saw the hall lights were off. Opening the front door, he checked if the electricity was really out. And it was, much to his worry.

“[Y/N]? [Y/N]! I’m home!”

He listened quietly and soon enough he could hear your cries in the near distance. Pulling out his phone, he used the light to look for you.

You were in the kitchen, hands covering your face with candles and matchsticks scattered around you.

“Baby, baby I’m here.” He drops to his knees and gathers you in his arms.

“Bae-Baek?” You sobbed into his shoulder.

“Yes, [Y/N], it’s me. See?” He pulls away from you and shines his phone’s light on his face.

Almost immediately, you stopped shaking and felt at ease when you the light reflecting in his eyes.

“Hey.” He boyishly grins at you. “I’m here now.”

You pull him into hug. “You’re here now.”

Caught up [R-13]

Holding a duffle bag in one hand, you held your water bottle in the other. Luckily you managed to snag an empty room to practice within the enormous building of SM Entertainment, you were a trainee that passed the auditions not too long ago.

Over the times, you woke up at early hours just to practice on your dancing. Opening the door you sighed in relief, even at the early hours a hefty amount of rooms were always full. You weren’t the only one who wanted to exceed your skills and debut with your group you were to be assigned too.

Placing your belongings by the door you stretched out your arms and legs warming up for the rigorous dancing you were about to face, you excelled in vocal practices but when it came to anything involving your body moving to a beat you simply couldn’t follow.

Pulling out your phone from your pocket you headed towards the stereo system, plugging your phone up, you scrolled through a playlist. You were pretty okay with regular pop genre of songs, but today you decided to go through some songs in which you wanted to work on more; alluring and sexy.

Taking your position in the center of the room staring at your reflection through the mirror that covered the whole wall, once the music began to play, you blew out of a puff of air. Swaying your hips from the left to the right, in the middle of the song you were used to the beat, dropping down to a squatting position you repeated the steps in your head as your body moved, 'right, front, left, back,'

It wasn’t until a few moments later, you had an admirer watching through the open window from the door. EXO’s most talented dancer; Kim Jongin, his eyes enticed on your figure as it swayed and moved to the beat of the music. How long had he been standing there? A few minutes of course, he debated whether or not he wanted to join you. But wouldn’t that seem weird? Would it seem too straightforward?

But either way, his debating session didn’t last long as his hand unconsciously moved forward causing the door to crack open with a screeching low creak. It was then when your eyes caught sight of the door being pushed open forward, raising your eyebrows in curiosity you shifted your body to face the door, just who was it whom opened the door?

Finally, Jongin stepped from behind the door. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, now what was he suppose to say without it hinting to the fact that he’d been watching you for a quite while? “I saw you dancing and, I just wanted to help you with your dancing. .?”

At the person that walked into the room, your eyes widened to the size of golfballs. You were a fan of EXO and to be faced in front of the person who you did have an attraction towards made it seem like it was a dream. But you wondered why his reply turned into a question, nonetheless you gladly accepted his help.

After introducing yourselves to one another, both you and Jongin quietly began to dance beside each other as the music blarred through the room at a medium volume so you could hear his instructions. You quickly began to feel comfortable around the male, soon enough you both danced as if you two were practicing with one another for weeks on end.

Hips swaying and rutting against each other at the rhythm and beat, hands pulling or tugging at waistlines or shirts. The close contact, the longevity of the music in which you didn’t want to end.

The music began to fade as time grew on, with a sigh you smiled towards Jongin grateful for his ‘help’, looking to the clock on the wall, you exclaimed in shock. You were all caught up with dancing with Jongin to notice;

You missed your vocal session.